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What Makes a Grown Man Wanna Cry?
“Give, in.”
He doesn’t want to admit that he’s wrong.
He doesn’t want to admit that he should’ve just listened to you, hear you out.
He doesn’t want to say that touching that woman was a part of his job, his livelihood, and yours.
But, he lied to you.
And, you didn’t take it very well.
You specifically said no more sex scenes in the acting business. Acting is his passion, that doesn’t mean it should come out as disrespecting you. You understood his passion, but you refuse to understand the part where he needed to do it in spite of his passion.
He grunted, holding onto the cuffs as if his lives depends on it. Stubborn by nature—You didn’t mind it at all as you could do this all day. Increasing the speed of the toy that wraps around the head of his reddening cock, he yearns to let go though not with the cock ring hugging his shaft tightly. Entertained, is what you feel—watching the way he gritted his teeth with his eyes shut, eyebrows scrunched together either in pain for he couldn’t shoot everything he’s got or pleasure for little did both of you know that your beloved secretly enjoys this.
“Ugh.” You grunted, straddling his face—aiming your glistening cunt, who is dying for the touch of his tongue or his hands, towards his face. He sensed you, slowly he opens his eyes as he couldn’t help but let out such a slutty moan coming from a man. His visions are welcomed by your hands aggressively rubbing your slippery cunt, playing with your clit. Your hands coated with your own fluid.
“Just, give in. Baby, I’ll put this around your needy cock and fuck you like our life depends on it.” You purred. He grunted, his cock throbs even more if that’s possible, longing for your tight cunt sucking his cum to come out and fill you.
“All of this would be easier if you’d just give in.” You breathlessly spoke, your hands never stop playing with your cunt throughout the whole promises that you sell. His body never stopped producing sweats, his chest heaves, his heart thumps like a big fat bass. A smirk expressed on your face, he’s bargaining with his willpower to give into you than holding onto his pride. Tiny bits of sweats formed against his forehead, his whole figure soaking wet as if he received a wave from the ocean.
You pulled yourself away from him, straddling his chest—leaning down towards his face stopping just an inch from his lips, your eyes watching over him. Tilting your head to the side before you look over at his pulsating cock, who looks like he could be coming in just a few seconds.
“Come on, admit it. Admit that I’m right, and you’re wrong. You’re a selfish human being who wouldn’t want to listen to his wife who practically begged you to stop acting if there’s a porn script.” The words spoken out of you intended to coax him, sounded so delicate yet you were trying to spit at him. Surprised as you watched a tear escaped from his closed eyes, his breathing turned ragged, his chest heaves even more, lips tremble.
The man of action is crying.
“Aw, you’re crying?” You purred, slowly making your way down towards his hips. “You’re fucking crying?” By the end of your words, he is practically sobbing.
You breathily laughs before you turned off the toy on his cock, and take out the cock ring. Once both objects are off of his precious cargo, he lets out a big sigh of relief only to be quickly exchanged with a loud moan from his mouth when you harshly shove his cock into your warm cunt.
He opens his eyes to find your ass in his vision, as you ride him cowgirl reverse style. You take a look at him from your shoulders before you started to move your hips to bounce on his throbbing fat cock. You knew this shouldn’t take long as you’ve been edging him for 30 minutes. You knew, sooner or later he would spill his warm seed in your cunt.
“Tell me honey, are you sorry? If you are, I’m gonna let you cum in my pussy.”
He grunted, his whole body shudders to the thought of making a mess in your pussy. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! I’m sorry, it’s my fault! I shouldn’t be touching her other than you! Please baby, let me cum. Fuck, let me fucking cum please!”
You let out a scoff laugh, “You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum on my pussy?”
“Yes! Fuck, I’m gonna-” And before he could spill his load inside of you, you lifted your ass—made his cock fell out of your pussy hole. He choked out a breath, his body launching forward, his eyes opened wide in surprise.
You smirked, looking at him from your shoulders. Clicking your tongue, your head shook from side to side as you turn your body towards him.
“Oh honey, bad boys don’t get to cum in their wives pussy.”
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TikTok Tease | Tom Cruise 18+
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Summary : You did a tiktok video in front of Tom and teased him with it.
a/n : saw something on tiktok and just can't stop to think about this. here's the link . Also i tried smtg different, this is on reader's POV.
Pairing : Tom Cruise x Fem¡reader
Wc: 2k ish
Warning : smut. do not enter if you're minor
I saw this video and I'm itching to do it to Tom. He's upstairs right now in his office having his last phone call meeting for the day. Meanwhile I'm just down here in the kitchen preparing for our dinner while i jammed to A Gangester's Wife by Ms Krazie.
"Darling?" his voice shoots in between the upbeat tune.
Looking up, Tom's walking down the stairs. Donning a casual navy polo shirt and a pair of jeans, he looks just as ravishing as he always is.
"Hi babe, dinner's almost ready.." i smile to him as he walks closer and joins me in the kitchen. "Everything okay with the call?" I ask.
"Yeah..." he nods with a smile. "It went well. We still have to call the studio and ask for the greenlight, but yeah, everything sorted out one by one— is that my favorite pesto?" He leans to the stove and takes a look at the food that I'm cooking. Tom takes an inhale deeply at the smoking food on the stove. "Ahh.. smells amazing," he grins.
I chuckle, "Two more minutes, and I'll be done,"
"Okay.." Tom sits down on one of the stool right in front of me. He he stares at me with glimmering eyes, kid-like kind of stares. He props his chin with both hands. His big smile never leaves as his eyes glued on me.
"What are you a five year old?" I laugh and shake my head.
Tom chuckles. His eyes dart down to see what I'm wearing. Suddenly, those cheeky grins turn into a dirty smirk as he furrows his brows. His glimmering eyes turn darker.
"Is that a new apron?" Tom cocks an eyebrow.
Looking down at the blue stripy apron on my body, i remember i just ordered this a couple of weeks ago since i get bored with the other basic black apron. Blue is Tom's favorite color, i thought it would be appropriate to buy it in this color. Seems like he likes it.
"Uh-huh." i nod.
"Hmm," Tom squints his eyes and smirks. "Looks good on you, darling," his voice suddenly changes, drops an octave deeper.
"Is that so?" I tease him with a slight head titl as i turn off the stove. I lick the spilled pesto on my finger while i look up to his eyes with that sireny-spelled gaze.
Tom chuckles, he shakes his head, "Baby.. no! I'm hungry. We're gonna just eat this delicious dinner you made." His smile is wide despite the stern in his voice.
"Okay!" You laugh, "What else are we gonna do– it's done. Stop gawking at me and help me plate,"
Tom laughs, "Gawking at you?" He repeats as he stands up and turns around the island. Tom captures me, his hands around my waist, and he pulls me closer to him. "How am i gawking at you, huh?" he tickles me.
I giggle and try to stop his attacking tickles. "Tom! Tom, stop!" I laugh and try to hold down his tickling fingers. Tom grabs me and pulls me to his chest. He places a deep kiss on my temple.
"Go on, help me plate, please," you ask nicely. He finally lets go of me and takes some plates from the cabinet.
Remembering i have a bright idea of how to tease him (again). I set my phone against the oil bottle. He doesn't even see me setting up my phone. Tom just focuses on scooping the pesto pasta to our serving plate. I take off the apron i wore and undo my messy bun.
Then i just pressed the record button.
The song plays, and he noticed I'm recording. He stops, and he looks up at my phone screen.
Daddy let me know that I'm the only girl. The only man that i need in this gangster world.
I mouth along the lyrics as it plays. Tease him a little by leaning down a little bit too seductively cause i was feeling the song. His mouth drops open. His eyes widen in a surprise to find my little tease. I can't help to get out of character and laugh at his shocked, stalled-breath expression. Tom's blushing, and he's absolutely stunned. Tom laughs and quickly hoists me off the screen.
"Darling!!" He laughs, Tom picks me up like my bodyweight is nothing, setting me to sit on top of the granite top island.
Hooked in. Nailed it. Just the right thing to do to turn him on.
I just can't stop laughing. Tom keeps giggling, and his face turns even a brighter shade of red. His eyes flickers lightly. "Did you call me daddy, love?" Tom asks.
"Hmm... Maybe.." i shrug my shoulders.
He shakes his head, he's smile never seems this wide. The earlier tiredness on his face seems to be gone. "You little minx," he whispers as he pulls my chin and kisses my lips.
"Say it again," he demands.
Chuckling, I shake my head.
"Darling... say it again," his voice is low, and sexily hoarse. The way his demeanor shifted as he commanded me, it struck a tingling heat inside of me straight to my toes.
"Daddy." I whisper.
"Mmmhmm.." Tom grins, showing his satisfaction from hearing me say the new nickname. "How did the song go again?" He asks. His nails are clawing on my thighs. He knows i like it when he does this. I muffled a whimper, my head rolling, and falling back. "Tommy..." i murmur.
Tom uses the advantage to place a kiss on my neck. He grips my hips and pulls me closer to him. He gradually picks up his pace, erotically sucks and nibs my sweet spot, earning me to moan lightly into his ears. "Tom..." i whimper, my fingers gripping the collar of his shirt.
I feel warmth tingling inside of me. Excitement rushing in my veins. I feel myself pooling under there.
His heated kiss moves down to my collar bone as his hands never stop to explore my body. He cups my tits. Kneading them and his finger circling my erected nipples.
"I thought you said you were hungry?"
He lifts his face off my breast and looks back to me. He gives me a wild smirk. "I am. Starving right now."
His hand slips underneath my tanktop, shifting it up to reveal my naked breast underneath. He passionately kneading one in his hand while he's busy sucking roughly the other. I moan, fingers running through his soft brunette strands, the feeling of his warmth slick tongue on my nipple starts to bring tingling pleasure throughout my body.
Opening my eyes, i look back straight to his eyes. His eyes darken with lust. He looks amazingly intoxicating. Sometimes, it still hasn't kicks in that i have him for real. That I have the sexiest bachelor of Hollywood all for myself.
I pull him by his shirt and kiss him again. Tongue hungrily meeting his. I desperately pull him even closer to me. His fingers tucks on the waistband of my shorts. He takes my shorts off and toss it onto the floor. Spreading my legs apart widely, Tom chuckles at my submissive display.
Tom shakes his head and takes a step back. "I ask you something, darling. I won't continue if you're not going to answer me." He cocks an eyebrow.
"Wha... Tom!" I exclaim in disbelief. "Kiss me," i mewl. I try to pull him closer to me again, but Tom laughs. He grips my hand and holds it down. "Try me, darling," he challenged me to disobey him. He meant what he said he wouldn't continue till he heard what he wanted to hear. Such a dominant of him.
"What? What do you want?" I chuckle.
"Remind me how the song goes again?"
"Daddy, let me know—" i start to sing the lyrics. A wild smile appears on his face.
"Good girl," he cooes, then he squats down, face to my needing core.
"Ohh--" i moan as i feel his tongue flicking on my clit. "Tom," i purr. He sucks me passionately. His eyes look up to mine. He notices i stopped singing and enjoying the sensation of his oral expertise.
"Finish the song," he commands and eats me roughly again.
"Oh.. fuck—" i moan.
My breath starts to ragging. Feels like my voice is stuck in my throat. I feel the ecstasy starts to forming inside of me, needing for it to be released. My mind buzzing from the pleasure. I buck my head back, fingers tucking on his hair. "Ngh.. Ah! Tommhh," I helplessly moan.
"Sing." Tom tells, and sucks me again.
"D-daddy... let me know that— oOH!" I lost it again when i feel his fingers entering me. He pumps his fingers in and out of my cunt, coaxing me closer to the edge of spilling all over for him.
Climbing, climbing, pleasure keeps adding: He curls his fingers and make that deadly beckoning movement. He knows my body front and back. He knows exactly how to get me easily falling apart.
"F-fuckk! Yes! Right there!!" I moan, and moan, and moan.
All of a sudden, once I'm nearly gonna cum, Tom stops.
The feeling of unfinished pleasure makes my mind buzz. I whimper and squirm uncomfortably. How cruel is he. "Wha— why'd you stop?" I look down to him.
Tom shoots me an innocent look, he slightly shrugs his shoulders as he brings his coated fingers to his mouth. "You stop singing." He licks his finger clean.
I can't believe this man sometimes. "Oh my God— Tommy!"
Tom can only laugh at me. "That's not my name!" He titls his head to the side.
"Right—" I climb off the island and push him back till his back crashes the other counter. I roughly kiss him, hands circling to the back of his neck, i desperately kiss him.
"Daddy." I say in between the sloppy kisses. Tom smirks against my lips, hearing that nickname. Guess i manage to pull a new kink outta him.
"Daddy, let me know that I'm the only girl." I whisper to his ear as i place a wet kisses on his neck. "The only man–" i nibs on his neck. "The only fucking man," my hand explores his toned abs, i pull the polo shirt over his head, toss it down to meet my shorts on the floor.
I look up to his eyes. "You're the one that i need in this gangster world, daddy,"
Tom chuckles darkly. He cups my face and pulls me closer to him again. "That's right, I'm the only one," he cooes. He then continues to hungrily kiss me again. His kisses move to my neck, quickly finding my sweet spot, and erotically he nibs it, leaving his mark of ownership on me. I can feel his buldge pressing against me.
"Ouhh, daddy please..." i murmur, practically begging him
"Please? Please what, darling?" He cocks his eyebrows. The excitement is way too apparent in his tone and gaze.
"Let me have you,"
Tom chuckles darkly. "Have me?" He shakes his head, "Oh, I'm having my way with you tonight, darling," He throws me over his shoulder like my bodyweight is a feather. A playful slap lands to my cheek as he brings me to the couch and both of us falling onto the fluffy couch. Tom unbutton his jeans. He doesn't bother to take the whole thing off but just enough to free his cock. He aligns himself to my entrance. His tips rubbing against my opening. Tom instantly bottoms up, his cock fully enters me, stretching me to the brim. I yelp and squeal to his chest.
"You're gonna beg for me to let you cum," he darkly whisper into my ear. Tom starts to fuck me in a relentless pace.
I moan.... hard. My brain rattling with the immense amount of pleasure he's giving me. Tom looks down at me with intense, lustful eyes. His cock went deep inside of me as he have me folded in half with my knees to my chest.
My head falls back, eyeing the ceiling, my vision of the light blurs. "Ohh... god–" my eyes rolls to the back of my head.
"Nonono, eyes on me!" Tom pulls my neck back straight for me to face him again. "Oh you feel so fucking good," he moans. His eyebrows knitting together but his eyes still darkly looks down at me.
My nails dig on his shoulder. Tom leans closer, rest his forehead against mine, eyes still locked on mine. He fucks me so hard that I'm sure I'd be sore tomorrow. But it feels too good that it'll be so wrong to tell him to slow down. And I'm too overtaken by the pleasure. Too drunk with the taste of him.
"F-fuck— Tom!" I moan and panting hard.
"Yeah? Yeah, you wanted this? You think you deserve to cum after you tease daddy like a little slut, huh, darling?"
I can only helplessly nod.
"Tom... don't stop... p-please!" i beg feeling myself getting closer to cum.
"Not stopping, darling... You feel so good, all nice and tight for daddy,"
"O-oh! Tom let me cum please... please!" I cry out begging to him. He just smirks at me, dark lustful eyes looking down at me and still he's fucking me hard.
"Daddy please.. daddy let me cum!" I beg. My walls throbbing around him. I feel fire burning inside of me. My fingers gripping onto the couch hard.
"No! Wait!" He pants.
"S-sshhiit, Tom!" I squirm all over the place, trying my best to hold it.
"Wait baby! Cum with me," Tom leans closer holding me tightly. His forehead resting against mine. His panting breath meeting mine. I cry, couldn't bear the overflowing pleasure needing for the snap to occur.
I can feel his cock throbbing inside of me. He's close. He's holding onto me hard. His thrust starting to get sloppy. And just like that i lose it. The moment i feel him throbbing inside of me i can't help to hold it anymore.
I breathlessly scream daddy over and over again, moaning hard as i make a mess and squirm all over him. The sight of me falling apart got Tom spilling too. "Akhhh! FuUCk! Darling!" Tom groans. He remain freezes as he stills himself empty inside of me.
For a moment, he takes a breather and just rest of top of me. What's better than sex with him is what happened after the sex with him. It's like our soul intertwined, and i just feel a deep connection with him. Tom rolls me over so I'm on top of him, his arms instinctively hugs around me. He kiss me deeply. Still with a messy breath, he look deeply into my eyes with that shimmering after sex glow.
"You okay?" He softly asks.
Still panting i just can smile and nod. Tom kiss me deeply again. "I love you," he whispers softly.
I smile and kiss his cheek. "I love you too, daddy,"
Tom laughs and kisses me deeply again.
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Altitude [18+]
Tom Cruise x !fem!reader
Words count: 3.7k
A/N: taking a flight alone can be a nightmare, especially if you have anxiety but he knows how to help with it
Warnings: it’s a smut so, that’s the only warning I’ve got.
this is my Christmas gift for @dxddycruise bc she’s the best🎀
After putting your bags away you took the ticket of the flight in your hands for the thousand time and checked which one was you seat.
Most of the people were still trying to make the bags fit while you started to walk on the carpeted floor, searching with your eyes the number and... letter? Of your seat.
You’ve never been on a plane before and you had no idea what those numbers and letters were doing there nor how it worked.
You looked behind and there was a whole line of people just like in front of you and when you tried to reach for a hostess they were all busy helping the other passengers.
You were almost about to panic and let everybody walk ahead so you had more time to figure out where your seat was.
After a few minutes, when everyone had found their seats a man stopped behind you again and without even looking at him you gestured him to just go ahead but he did not move until when you looked up at him and when you did...
His eyes were staring into yours but you couldn't help yourself from looking at the rest of his gorgeous face.
He was smiling at you and it was honestly the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen, and the way his cheeks were rising when he noticed that you weren’t looking at him but staring at him as if you’ve seen a ghost (for him, for you it was more like you’ve seen a God).
"Do you..." he spoke up. The tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine until your feet and you gripped the ticket as if it could save yourself from fainting. He pointed at the paper between your hands and looked down at it for a moment.
He thought you were going to say something but all you did was just staring at him. You could tell it was getting really awkward when he let out a small laugh and slowly took the ticket away from your hands to read it.
"Yeah... I can't- find my..." you couldn't even finish the sentence when he looked back at you. "...My seat" you smiled and swallowed hard before you looked down at the paper to avoid his intense and penetrating stare that was already sending you over the sky before you even left the land.
He smiled back at you as you slowly approached the seats and you noticed that everyone was already sat, already glued to their phones, already planning the rest of their lives in their hands. How depressing it was.
"There you go" the man spoke up again and placed his hand on your waist just to help you out with it and he had no idea how much you loved it.
"Thanks" you smiled, glancing back at him before sitting next to the small window.
He looked at his ticket and with a surprised smile he spoke to you again.
"I guess we will share this flight together" you laughed as he sat next to you while you were trying your best not to look at him for too long.
He took his phone out of the pocket of his expensive pants and you had to force yourself to look at the empty view next to you just not to stare at his hands or his lips or eyes. He was so hard to ignore.
"I'm Y/N by the way" you said out of the blue when he put his phone away.
He looked at you again and extended his hand for you to take it.
"Such a pretty name. I'm Tom nice to meet you" you took his hand in yours and he gently squeezed it before he let go of it.
"Thank you... so is yours" you smiled and he looked right at your lips before noticing your eyes.
Whenever you looked at him, time seemed to stop and no noise around you matter except the one of your heart echoing through your whole body.
When the plane suddenly left the airport you held yourself on your seat. The anxiety in your body started fo grow uncontrollably: from the noise of the people talking until the engine of the plane and was scaring the shit out of you.
"Are you okay darling?" He asked.
Darling.
You didn't know what he was doing to you and you knew he had no intentions with you but he must've known by now how much he had caught you and how much you’ve been waiting for this moment.
You slowly looked at him and your lips parted slightly, ready to speak but he took the word before you could even form a sentence.
"I'm going to get you some water" he said.
"No it's okay, I'm fine" you smiled before he could stand up. You didn’t want him to leave you, not even for some water, and so he leaned back on his seat and looked at you a bit concerned.
"I'm okay, thanks" the corners of his lips raised and there he was, smiling at you once again. It was such a view for you. The kind of view you'll never ever forget about.
"Vacation?" He asked after a while, trying to break the ice with you as he noticed how tensed you were.
"No, not really..." you chuckled "you?"
"No... just meetings, the usual" Tom laughed after you but it wasn't calming you at all.
You were nearly about to freak out on that plane and the more you looked down the more you felt like you wanted to throw up but his presence was forcing you not to and besides how embarrassing it was getting because you couldn't stop gripping the seat and take deep breaths between a smile and another he was noticing it all along.
"Your first time?" He looked down at your hands before meeting yours eyes again.
"Yeah, is it so obvious?" You laughed awkwardly before you closed your eyes for a moment to take your breath.
"You want to..." he whispered you.
"To what?" You asked back at him a little confused about what he meant by that.
"To go to the bathroom?"
Right. What were you even thinking about now. You felt so embarrassed. All you did was embarrassing yourself since the moment you dropped your bags out of the taxi this afternoon and then the ticket and the seat, your anxiety kicking in right when a handsome man talks to you and now this....
"Maybe it's better" you nodded and stood up, walking out of the seats but Tom held your wrist and you felt your whole body heating up. For a second you really thought that the altitude hit you but it was him, the way he looked at you and touched you was making you feeling higher than you already were.
"Do you want me to come with you?" He asked you but you didn't answer. Your lips parted and you frowned trying to read between the lines of what he was trying to say.
"I don't want you to pass out in there" the little laugh he let out led you to say yes to him. You were going to say yes anyways, to anything he wanted, you were down for it and couldn’t forget yourself for thinking such things in front of his face.
"Sure, that'd be better" with this Tom stood up and walked behind you as you approached the bathroom, holding yourself on every single seat until the door.
"I'll be right here" he smiled before you entered the room.
Your hand reached down to lock it but instead you did not. You didn't know why you were in the bathroom. You really didn't want to be there but you didn't even want to be next to him and act like a scared little girl so you had to make your move.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and you washed your hands without taking your eyes off of your reflection. You wondered if he was wondering why you didn't lock the door, you wondered if he was wondering that you were wondering that he was wondering why you didn't lock the door.
You were thinking about dragging him inside the room and just kiss him, as a thank you maybe?
The water was still going and you were still staring at yourself before he slowly knocked on the door.
"Is everything alright?" He asked quietly.
He knew it was open and even though you weren’t there since a long time you wondered why he'd really came here.
He wanted what you wanted, it was obvious.
"Y/N?" He spoke again and you felt his hand on the doorknob of the room before you decided to speak.
"no" you lied. Well it wasn't a lie, everything wasn't okay... you wanted him. You wanted him to kiss you and you were trying your best to convince your mind that that was what he wanted too, that he wanted to kiss you and more.
You suddenly opened the door and there he was, standing in front of you with that goddamn suit that only made you dream about what kind of beautiful, sculpted body was hiding behind it and those eyes, those lips. Your mind was going crazy.
He slowly walked towards you without taking his eyes off of yours, not even to blink. His hands reached for your face and his lips crashed on yours.
You held yourself on his arms as Tom entered the room and locked the door behind him without stopping the kiss.
Your mouth opened to let his tongue slip between your lips. Your breath was stuck in your throat and all the anxiety was replaced with hot waves of excitement.
His hands slide down your sides until your waist before he pushed you against the door and kept eating your mouth as if it was his last meal. You moaned and moved your hands into his jacket so he could take it off.
He broke the kiss and smiled when he noticed how good you were reacting to all of this while your hands traveled down his chest to finally feel it.
He kissed you again but quickly moved down to your neck, nibbling on your skin and biting it too.
Never in your life you’ve experienced anything like this and even if this was very inappropriate, you couldn't deny that it was such a feeling you didn't want to end for any reason.
His hands found the end of your sweater and he took it off of you with a fast move before his lips kept moving down your body.
You bit your lips as hard as you could, trying your best not to make any noise but he was making it impossible. Your hands reached for his face and you kissed all of him, harder than before and he didn't hesitate to go even harder until when your lips were red and sore.
Your heart was racing and your legs were already shaking just by the excitement of his kisses and when one of his huge arms wrapped around your waist and held you up on the small sink you let out a gasp.
"I knew you would’ve liked it” Hearing his voice after all of this was just the beginning of the end for you and he knew it, fuck if he did.
You smiled and looked up at him while he moved your jeans down your legs and kissed your thighs before you stepped out of them.
Tom started to unbutton his shirt but you didn't want him to do it, you needed to do it. You’ve been fantasizing about it since when your eyes landed on him and you must've had the pleasure to do it.
He was standing between your legs and you slowly leaned closer to him. You kissed his hand and Tom smirked down at you, noticing how eager you already were.
You took his hand in yours and moved it between your legs as you started to unbutton his shirt.
You bit your lips again and opened his shirt just enough for you to kiss his chest and just take a taste of it. His free hand moved through your hair and then down your clothed breasts.
"Fuck..." he moaned when your lips moved a little lower just to tease him and to make him lose his patience because of it.
You looked down at him with a smile printed on your face when you noticed what you've done to him. You couldn't help yourself from it and touched his huge hard cock with a hand and the moan he had to swallow not to let anyone hear the both of you was going to be the end of you.
He bent down to kiss you again as you felt his fingers gripping your thigh and moving closer to your core.
Your back arched and another moan escaped from your lips before he kissed you to avoid it.
"I'd love to hear you my love" he said against your lips as you tried your best to keep yours on his.
"I really can't let you do that..." he smirked while he slowly lowered and got on his knees in front of your spread legs.
You looked at him in surprise when you noticed what he had in mind and the worst part of it was that you were sure you couldn't shut up, you couldn't be quiet if he really did this to you.
Tom started to kiss your thigh without taking his eyes away from you, moving even closer to your core, teasing the hell out of you as you held yourself on the sink beneath you.
"Please..." you whispered quickly when two of his fingers moved your underwear to the side and you saw how proud he was for having you like this, helpless and completely fucked up already.
"Please Tom..." if only he made a false move now, the whole plane, pilots included, were going to find out what was going on in there.
"I haven't started yet" his long fingers slid down your soaked folds, slowly enough to make you feel how sensitive you already were because of him.
Your eyes fell shut and your body arched toward his to feel even more.
"Eager, are we?" He chuckled and when you opened your eyes he was right above you, with his body pressed against yours so you had no other choice but stare into his eyes while his fingers were slowly entering you.
"Oh my...." you gasped but he immediately kissed you before you could moan even louder.
"Fuck-" you cried out at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out, curling inside of you to hit the right spot.
"so wet…" Tom said against your cheek, holding your thigh in place with his free hand.
You nodded eagerly and let him sped up the movement of his fingers between your legs and your hand unconsciously held his wrist.
"Mm yes... yes-" you bit your lips again to kill all the cries that he was dragging out of you with his fingers pumping into you.
"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you?" He asked brining his hand toward your neck.
You nodded again at his question while your legs started to shake uncontrollably. His fingers were moving so fast that you could've barely feel your own body. Your hands tightened on his shoulders as he helped you reach the peak of your orgasm.
"There you go" he said kissing your neck, moving his hand up to your cheek and close to your mouth.
"Cum for me" his lips moved up to yours again as you came all over his hand while you cried out his name repeatedly, biting onto his fingers to kill all the moans that you were desperately trying to let out of you.
"Oh god" you took a deep breath and your eyes eyes fell shut as he caressed your face and kissed you over and over again.
"I want you so bad" you whispered against his lips, trying to keep yourself composed even though you were already feeling weak again.
Tom chuckled and kissed your lips while his hands left your body to unbuckle his pants and free his huge hard cock.
You bit your lips at the sight and when he noticed it, well that made him very proud.
"So do I" he replied and teased your sensitive folds with the tip of it before he slowly slide into you.
The way your walls stretched around him sent you straight to heaven and back and the way he was even struggling to go deeper just made you want to scream the lungs out of you.
"Fuck you're so big..." you moaned quietly and he let out a low groan as he tried to fit all the way in.
"And you're very tight" Tom held your thighs with both of his hands and spread your legs even more as your body started to get used to his massive size.
"Oh please fuck me..." you cried out in desperation when you felt your walls clenching around him.
"Say it again" he said staring deep into your eyes, holding your face with a hand.
"Please, fuck me" you repeated, breathing heavily and tightening your hands on his arms.
He looked down at your lips and kissed you while his cock slide almost out of you and slowly went all the way in again, with a slow, torturous pace that only made more eager and desperate for more.
"Oh fuck... I can't" you cried out but he was enjoying how stimulated you were and how badly you needed him to just break you.
"Yes you can..." Tom moved his lips down your jaw, until your neck while you were struggling to keep it quiet.
"And you will" his pace quickened as your legs wrapped around him to keep him even closer to you.
"Oh fuck... fuck" you moaned but he quickly kissed your mouth again before speaking up.
"Quiet babe" he said panting and fucking you at the same time.
You bit your lips as you felt your whole body giving in more and more. Your legs were trembling and your hands moved up his arms until his shoulders and face. God he was so beautiful.
His dark hair fell in front of his eyes as he looked down at the both of you but he quickly moved a hand through it so you could see his beautiful eyes again.
Just his face was driving you insane and the rest was killing you.
He was fucking your brains out and you were just about to let go when you began to feel his cock throb inside of you.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum again" you said against his lips.
"Not yet" he whispered next to your ear before moving away from you.
The sudden emptiness you felt made you gasp and moan at the same time. Tom quickly held you down from the skin and grabbed both of your arms, placing them behind your back.
"You cum when I tell you to" he continued and spun you around so you were facing the small mirror of the bathroom.
He bent you over the sink and slide all the way in again. Without giving you time to adjust to the size he started to pound into you with no mercy, hitting spots that not even his fingers could've reached.
"Tom- fuck" you were cut off by your own moans but he did not stop, he did not slow down.
He was giving you just what you wanted in the best way you wanted it.
"You want it, don't you?" Tom said against your cheek. Letting go of your arms so you could hold yourself up and he grabbed your hair and forced you to look at him through the mirror.
"Say it" he whispered you, speeding up the pace even more, till the point you couldn't take it anymore.
"Yes... yes-" you said straight away as tears ran down your cheeks and his lips moved down the back of your neck.
"Such a good girl" these words, sent you over the edge and he knew it by the way your walls clenched and gripped his cock so tightly.
"Yes just like that..."
"Please" you cried out.
"Let go for me darling, give it to me" and so you did.
He didn't stop moving back and forth until when your orgasm wasn't over and he had to place a hand over you mouth to keep you quiet while he finished himself inside of you, until the last drop.
"Oh fuck..." he moaned too and held himself on the sink even though you could feel the weight of his body over yours.
You two stayed there for a few moments to catch your breath before he slowly turned you around and hugged you close to him. You were both glowing with the after sex aura and the thin layer of sweat as you wrapped your arms around him and he did the same, trying to hold you up.
You slowly pulled away and kissed him again one last time.
“I hope you’re feeling better now” Tom said with a chuckle and you playfully rolled your eyes at him
“You think so?”
“Well I hope so” you laughed and kissed his lips one last time before you opened the door to check if anyone was there or if anyone heard what have happened but he held your hand and dragged you inside to kiss you.
You both quickly dressed up again and tried your best to look exactly like when you stepped into the bathroom.
“I think I’ll take you out on a date” His hands were holding your waist from behind as you slowly left the bathroom and you felt his lips against your neck again.
“You better” he laughed and you held his hand as you slowly approached your seats as if nothing happened.
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SACRILÈGE || Teacher!Tom Cruise (+18)
Summary: Mr. Cruise is the director of St. Helena, a religious boarding school for troubling young women. Besides managing the school, he also teaches physics and mathematics. Lost in a forest, St. Helena is said to give a second chance to desperate girls. When your parents sent you there, they expected you to behave... Not to engage in a twisted romance with your teacher
Words: 3k of pure smut
Tags: Religious context, toy, fingering, corruption kink, age gap (reader is in her early 20's and Tom is 45-50), this is straight-up porn with a minimal plot so don't expect this to be a masterpiece. You've been warned. Minor DNI.
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“To solve this equation we will have to…”
Mr. Cruise’s words flew across the room but never really reached you. A small sigh escaped from your juicy lips as you repositioned yourself on the wooden chair. As you did, a delightful surge, followed by a wave of arousal, spread through your whole quivering body. It was like that at each of your movement.
“Now, I’m going to ask one of you to come and solve the new equation I just wrote on the board.”
You slightly wiggled on the chair, pressing your body against its surface a bit harder. It felt so frustrating not to move as you’d wish to… The friction of your panties’ fabric against your swollen and sensitive clit, pleasant at first, had become a lustful torture. It almost made you whimper but, fortunately enough, you had managed to choke it in your throat before it reached your lips. All you wanted was to moan but you knew that if you did, you would be in trouble. The thing was that the heat pooling in your loins was slowly turning into a wildfire, which threatened to burn you from within. You gripped the edge of your seat and clenched your fingers around it, for you did not know what to do anymore to control the pleasure you were experiencing. Your pulsing walls tightened around the vaginal plug that was buried in your drooling cunt and satisfying your growing sexual appetite.
Weeks ago you discussed with the baker’s wife during your gardening time and when the topic of men came you told her, quite timidly, that you never had sex before. She was not particularly surprised. You were trapped in religious boarding school for women after all. However, the baker’s wife still wondered why you had never fucked with a man before your parents dragged you here. To this question, you just shrugged. You were simply not ready. It seemed like your desire only woke up days after your arrival at St. Helena — how ironic. You could have slept with men countless times before, but it was only when you could not do it anymore that your body bloomed with sexual urges.
The first advice your friend gave you was to masturbate, which you did but it could be quite difficult for intimacy was scarce at St. Helena. You shared the dorm with five other girls, and shower time was strictly monitored by the nun in charge of the floor on which your bedroom was. All in all, your whole day was planned down to the minute. As a consequence of this tight schedule, you could not really find the time nor the intimacy to relieve your naughty needs.
There came the idea of the vaginal plug. What happened next was quite simple: you saved the pocket money your parents sent you each week and asked the baker’s wife to buy you something. You had the plug for a few days but it had already become a necessity. The toy was extremely practical for all you had to do was push it inside your pussy and keep it as long as you wish. It was not like someone would rummage through your panties though.
“Y/N. Would you come to the board please?”
Hearing Mr. Cruise voice calling your name snatched you from your pleasure bubble.
“Oh, uh, me?”
“Is there another Y/N in my school I don’t know about?” He replied quietly, but the corner of his lips was tucked in a faint amused smile.
“I am afraid I won’t be able to solve this. To be honest with you I am not good with maths, Sir..” How you managed to line up so many words in a row without stuttering was a mystery.
“That’s okay, Y/N. We’re going to solve it together and I’ll explain the process to the class at the same time.” His forest green eyes stared at you with vivid interest. Your relationship with the attractive Mr. Cruise had been rocky. He was often more demanding with you than with the other girls. It was probably because your parents had warned him you were quite a rebel soul. It seemed like he was looking at you with a bit more of intensity than he should do, but you chased away the thought, certainly influenced by the indescribable arousal the sex toy was giving you. Defeated, you had no other choice than obey Mr. Cruise if you wanted to remain free of all suspicions. Gathering the willpower left in you, you shut your thighs tight and stood up on your staggering feet.
“Are you okay?” He asked, noticing the goosebumps not only on your arms but also on the skin of your legs your high socks could not cover. You were cute in a way he could not speak… Especially when you were wearing your skirt.
“Yes, Sir!” You hurried to reply before making your way to the board under the insistent gaze of your teacher, trying to keep your legs as closed as you could. With each step, another wave of pleasure crashed against your walls and reflected in your whole body. And during the whole walk of shame, Mr. Cruise did not look away, his emerald iris tantalized by the way your hips were swinging … Or by the adorable color your cheeks had turned into when he started talking to you.
“Alright.” Once you reached him, the teacher handed you the white chalk he had been using to write on the blackboard. You took it, barely daring to look at Mr. Cruise’s handsome face. The first time you saw him, you had to ask God for forgiveness in your prayers for a tsunami of obscene thoughts flooded your mind. St. Helena’s director was a breathtakingly attractive man in his late forties or early fifties — you could not tell. But what you could tell was that he inspired you with many wet dreams even though he was more than twice your age and could be your dad. So, looking at his piercing feline eyes when your pussy was tortured by a plug would 100% make you climax here in the middle of the classroom.
You grabbed the chalk and tried to focus on the calculus, but the gears of your brain did not want to work. They remained silent, like the frozen mechanism of some vintage clocks. In spite of the pressure of being in front of the class, your body could not take care of anything else than the maddening sensation of the plug’s egg shape stretching your tight and needy pussy. The sex toy was too big for you inexperienced hole, so you often had trouble putting it in.
“That’s okay, my dear. Let me explain the solution to you.” Joining gestures to words, Mr. Cruise’s large and slightly calloused hand wrapped yours and led the chalk on the board. Warm skin against cold one, the temperature difference between you strengthens the unbearable arousal pooling in your lower back. The musky and manly fragrance of his perfume tingled your nostrils, making you want to bury your face in the crook of his neck as you sat on his lap like a good girl.
No, Y/N! Don’t think about that kind of sinful thing! You forced your mind not to drift from the calculus, but you did not understand a single. Not that you weren’t hearing Mr. Cruise’s seductive voice, but you were not listening to it.
“And that’s how you solve the problem. See, Y/N? That was not so difficult.” He said, with a charming toothy smile etched on his lips.
“Thank you, Sir.” You said, your eyes still fixed on the wooden floor as blood rushed to your face. At least I can go back to my chair, you thought. You had barely moved when the teacher’s hand gently grabbed your wrist. Surprised, you finally glance at him.
“For the last ten minutes of the course, I ask you to stay here,” As he talked, Mr. Cruise gently put his hands on your shoulders and pressed on them. Forced to sit on the edge of his desk, you shut your eyes trying to keep your composure but could not hold the feverish sigh that came out, “So that you’ll be more attentive and you’ll leave the class understanding today’s lesson.” The teacher said with the most caring tone you’d ever heard. He held your shoulders for a little while, pressing on them a bit strongly. You discreetly pulled your lower lips with your teeth to not whimper as the plug pushed deeper into you because of the pressure Mr. Cruise was applying. His forest green eyes shone with a lecherous appetite — Could he know that something was buried in your cunt? No, it was not possible.
The attractive director Cruise finally freed you from his grip and took one quick glance at your perky nipples, which were pointing under the tight fabric of your blouse. Then, he focused back on the class.
The last ten minutes seemed to be hours of endless carnal torture. You felt your pulse in your swollen clit, and all your holes were open in anticipation of getting filled. Tears almost overflooded your Y/EC eyes for the hellish arousal you were undergoing almost made you run out of breath. Desire ignited your virgin body, and the sparkled that originally started the fire was Mr. Cruise.
The ring echoed in the corridor, striking the end of school — or striking a miraculous liberation for you.
“Alright girls, don’t forget to do exercises three and four for tomorrow. See you soon.” The teacher said, hands crossed in his back.
You stood up from the desk, quickly grabbed your stuff, and proceeded to leave the classroom.
“Not you, Y/N.” You froze
“Sir?”
“In my office. Now.” His sweet voice had turned to ice when the last woman exited the room, leaving you and Mr. Cruise alone.
Stricken by panic, your heart quickened and your being shattered. Now you were in trouble.
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You had followed Mr. Cruise to his office in complete silence. Not once you tried to ask him the reason behind such an appointment nor what did you do wrong, for you were far too afraid of the answer. Yet, the most logical part of your mind was trying to soothe your fears: no one could possibly know about the plug. You had managed to hide it so well that no one ever suspected you owned such an object. At this point, the only possible reason behind Mr. Cruise’s reprimands was your distracted behavior during today’s class. The seductive man made you enter the room first so that he could shut the door behind you. What you did not expect was to hear the door’s locking though. Chills ran down your spine as a thin streak of pussy juice ran down your inner thighs.
“Do you know what kind of school St. Helena is, Y/N?” He asked, his words sharp as glass shards. You turned around to look at him.
“A religious boarding school, Sir.”
“A religious boarding school,” The teacher repeated, tilting his head to the side without looking away, “You’re right, dear. So, can I ask you why do you have such a dirty attitude?”
Your heart stopped, thunder-stricken by fear.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Sir.” You tried to sound convincing but you stuttered like a guilty child. Mr. Cruise walked to you and leaned to whisper in your ear.
“Bend over the desk.”
Your breath hitched, for the atmosphere thickened in the room. This time, you were shaking like a leaf. Did you hear well?
“Y/N. Bend. Now.” His voice remained quiet but his words were coated with a thrilling coldness. Having no other choice than giving in, you sniffed and bent over the director’s desk, your skirt lifting up and exposing your panties to him as you did so.
“Y/N… You are such a naughty girl,” He said, shaking his head with discontent. However, you could perceive a tint of excitement in his tone. He seemed to genuinely enjoy the whole situation. Mr. Cruise’s grin could not help but stretch further at the sight of the wet spot on the fabric of your panties. He could almost smell your arousal from here, and it was slowly driving him crazy.
“The Devil is in you, I knew it.”
You squealed, for you felt his fingertips brushing your intimate part above your soaked underwear, “So wet…”
You bit your lips, almost choking with shame.
“He makes you mind buzzing with impure thoughts, and you are listening to them.” When he decided he had petted your pussy enough, he pressed his fingers right where your plug was. A feverish and slutty moan escaped from your lips.
“Do you want a man to fuck you, Y/N?”
“N-No, Sir!”
“Little liar,” He growled and his fingers hooked your panties’ fabric to slowly pull it down along your legs. Eyes wide open, your body remained frozen with both terror and intense arousal at the sensation of the room’s fresh air caressing your exposed sensitive folds. No matter how hard you tried, your brain could not get over the fact you were bending over your director’s desk, your pussy in sights , “ You’re such a whore… A whore that needs to feed her greedy cunt even during my class. You should be ashamed.” Something in his voice made you wetter: he was lecturing you, but his breath had become a bit erratic. Now you were convinced he was as turned on as you. A quick look was enough for you to notice the huge bulge between his legs. His cock twitched, hypnotized by the wonderful sight of your glistening lips and your filled hole.
“Confess, or I’ll expose you to the whole school so that they know what a slut you are.
“I-I want to be filled!” You blurred out, desperate.
“Tell me more.”
“I don’t know why, Sir, but I have these constant disgusting urges since I arrived here. My dreams are filled with perverse images, and I wake up in the middle of the night sweaty and soaked with love juice,” As you talked, Mr. Cruise watched the plug move inside your tight walls.
“This is a very serious matter, Y/N.”
“I tried to resist but I crave sex so bad, Sir… I am so sorry!! I won’t do it anymore, I swear I’ll throw this toy away and I’ll behave! But please don’t tell the others!!”
“Hm.” He simply replied, thrilled with arousal and starting to feel too tight in his pants.
Following a serious accident that had happened years ago, Mr. Cruise turned to God and gave up his debauchery to live closer to purity. But when you arrived at St. Helena, you shook all the foundations he had spent the last years building. He who was certain to be immune to sin soon found himself jerking off every night thinking about you, his oh-so-young student. With your perfect curves and your mischievous pout, you swept away his self-control and corrupted his holy heart to the core with obscene urges since the first day he met you.
Mr. Cruise’s senses were overwhelmed: his eyes could not look away from your dripping cunt and the plug. His nose was deliciously assaulted by the faint smell of your perfume. His ears were lulled by your shy whimpers. His mouth was watering at the simple thought of licking your forbidden fruit — and his hands, oh how he wanted them to spank the Devil out from you with them!
Keeping a bit of self-control, he swallowed and brought his hand near your entrance to softy grab the plug’s edge between his fingers.
“Are you virgin, my dear?”
“Y-Yes Sir, I am.”
“So you don’t even know what it feels to have your fragile flower pounded and your inside filled with warm semen?”
Fire rushed to your cheeks and loins at his words, as if your whole body begged for someone to fill every of its hole. Your fingers clenched on the wooden desk, “No I don’t, Sir.”
“Good,” Without the slightest warning, the teacher pulled the toy out of your pussy. An exciting suction noise echoed in the room. This, added to the surprise, caused you to moan louder and wave your hips, asking for more. As soon as he relieved the tension in your walls, glistening love juice flowed from your stretched hole like magical water from the fountain of Youth. Mr. Cruise moistened his lips with his tongue, drooling over the sweet taste of you, “there, love. There…” He whispered with a caring tone, his free hand gently stroking your lips and, sometimes, he pressed the tip of one finger against your hole for it to just drip even more.
At this point, you had to bite your tongue not to beg him to fuck you.
“I’ll keep your misbehavior for myself. Let’s say it will be our little secret,” He started.
You sighed, half reassured even though the shame was still burning your cheeks. The sensation of Mr. Cruise petting your virgin cunt, his fingers grazing your sensitive flesh, and his thumb massaging your swollen clit blissed you out. Mouth half opened, head slightly tilted backward, and eyes shut, you were starting to get dizzy.
“Under one condition,” He grinned, satisfied with the reaction his touch provided you.
“Sir!” You whined as he slipped one finger into you.
“I’ll keep my tongue but, in exchange, I want you to keep that slutty sex toy buried deep in your innocent pussy during each of my lessons.” His words melt like butter. As he talked, he slipped a second finger and started massaging your pulsing walls with back-and-forth movements. Your body answered by arching your back and spreading your legs even wider. Drool dripped from the corner of your lips. This was so humiliating and exciting at the same time you could not resist moving your hips on his fingers, lingering for more and more.
“Y-Yes Sir! Owww more, please Sir!”
But Mr. Cruise pulled out his fingers, doing the exact opposite.
“Enough for today,” He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and, eager to taste you, he licked your juice from his skin, humming with joy as he did, “Now take your plug back, and go take a shower. Dinner will be served soon, and people will ask questions if they don’t see you there.”
You stood on your shaking legs: he had turned you into a dirty and soaked mess. With an ashamed hand, you leaned to pick your panties up but his hand brutally slapped your butt cheeks. You squealed, half in surprise and half in pain. His lips quirked in a sadistic smirk.
“Hurry up.” He concluded before you left the office with your head down and your pussy dripping. You closed the door behind you and disappear into St. Helena’s dark corridors, sin weighting on your shoulders.
Your twice-your-age teacher just fingered you and you liked it. So much that you’d die for him to do it again. A shaky sigh escaped from your greedy lips, that wanted to taste his. Maybe he was right when he said that the Devil was inside you and everything you did.
And you were ready to embrace it if it meant to drive your teacher pussy drunk for you…
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MAROON | Tom Cruise (OS) | M
a/n: hiiii guys this is the first fic i've written ever so it is far from perfect and i have no idea what i'm doing, but thank you for being here!
Summary: You and Tom are getting ready for drinks with McQ, but he has something else in mind.
CW: MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY PLEASE | oral (f), fingering, very little plot
WC: 869
As you dug through your suitcase on the dresser, you felt your boyfriend, Tom, creep up behind you. He wrapped his hands around your waist, inhaling the scent of your perfume. “You look incredible tonight, darling,” he whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. The maroon cocktail dress you wore was practically made for you, how it wrapped perfectly around your hips. “I bought it last week,” you replied while inserting a gold hoop earring into your ear. Tom’s large hands slid down and grazed your smooth thigh. “Baby, what are you doing?” you breathlessly ask as his hand moves inward, eliciting a soft gasp from your mouth.
Tom chuckled as his fingers toyed with the edge of your panties. “We’re supposed to meet McQ and Heather at the bar in twenty minutes,” you whine. His free hand slid up your dress, reaching your breast, his mouth nipping at your earlobe. “We don’t have time for this, Tom,” you whimpered softly. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” He coaxed. His fingers found their way under your lace panties and stroked your slit, causing you to squirm underneath his touch. “You’re very wet for me,” he whispered. You close your eyes as his other hand slips into the top of your dress and rolls his skilled fingers over your nipple. “Can’t we be a little late?” He asked, planting kisses around your neck, nipping at your skin.
Your head rolls back against his chest. “Tom, you should at least text him,” you suggest. Not taking his hand away from your entrance, he pulls his phone out of his back pocket that reads, “McQ, can we push it to 8? Y/N and I are running a little behind”. “Done,” Tom states as he lays his phone on the dresser and pulls you backward until you’re both propped against the California king bed. “You’re seriously going to undo all the work I just did getting ready?” You shake your head and smile. “Turn around,” Tom commands. You do as he says and feel the zipper on the back of your dress slowly slide down. Tom spins you around to face him as the dress pools around your heels, revealing your breasts. “Such a stunning girl,” he whispered as he guided you on the soft sheets, exposing your writhing body.
Your boyfriend hovered over you, his large hands exploring your skin. “Please, I want you!” You beg, watching him tease his fingers through the band of your panties. “Really? Because a few minutes ago, you were rushing us out the door,” Tom teased. “I take it back, Tom,” you writhe underneath him. “Needy, aren’t we?” He smiles as he pulls your panties down your legs, taking them off gently. “You started it,” you reply. Tom, remaining at your legs, offers a dark smirk as he throws the soaked panties aside. He removes his dress shirt, revealing his toned chest. “Don’t want to get that wrinkled,” he smiles. Tom plants one hand on each leg and leans his head down, peppering your thighs with painfully slow kisses.
“Please, baby, more,” you whine. “What do you want, darling?” Tom murmurs as he hums against your thighs. “You, please! Just fuck me!” You shout. Tom’s lips continue upward, reaching the crease of your thighs. “What a good girl, begging for me,” Tom affirmed. Within seconds, you became a moaning, writhing mess under his skilled mouth as he glided his tongue over your dripping core. A gentle moan escapes your lips. “Louder, sweetheart,” he hums against you, his words making you melt. Tom speeds up, delivering quick but thorough licks and sucking your sensitive clit. “Oh, fuck! Tom!” You moan. “That’s my good girl,” Tom affirms, his words sending shockwaves through your body. You tried to close your legs, but Tom would not allow it. “Uh-uh,” he says, locking his eyes on yours, eyes filled with nothing but pure lust. Tom made his way up your body, kissing every inch. Leaving a hand on your soaking core, he circles your clit as his mouth finds your neck. You moan his name, nearly at your breaking point.
Tom kisses up to your ear, teasing it with his teeth. “Does that feel good, angel?” You nod. His finger speeds up, causing you to shake. “Use your words, darling,” he whispers. “Yes, it feels so good when you touch and fuck me like that!” You reply, nails digging into the sheets. Tom sucks at the sweet spot on your neck, just below your earlobe, causing you to erupt all over his skilled fingers. “Fuck, Tom, right there!” You moan as he rubs two fingers up and down your core, guiding you through your orgasm. Tom falls next to you, stroking his hand through your hair. “You did so good, sweetheart,” Tom affirmed as he wiped the smudged mascara under your eyelids. “When we get back from the bar, you’re going to pay for that,” you warned as you came down from your high and pulled yourself together. “Pay for what? Making you cum all over my fingers?” He teased. “Ruining my makeup, Tom,” you chuckled. “I won’t hesitate to do it again.”
The man did love getting the last laugh.
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A First For Everything
Summary: you’re not only attending your first red carpet event, you’re also making your first appearance as Tom’s newest girlfriend. You’re quite worried considering you’re 30 years younger than Tom and you know that gossip will spread like wildfire. But you’re more worried about something else..
Pairing: Tom Cruise x female reader
Warnings: 30 year age gap, smut, virginity, Tom taking readers virginity, fingering, PIV, oral, pregnancy test (kinda), praise kink, dom vibes from Tom, daddy kink, slight degradation
Word count: 4,501
Requested: yes :)
“Alright Y/N, I’m about to start getting ready so I’ll see you as soon as I step off that helicopter. I love you,” Tom speaks through the phone as your makeup artist/best friend applies your lip gloss. “I love you too, honey! I can’t wait to see how handsome you look tonight! Oh, and please be careful!” You exclaim as you push away your friend’s hand.
Your best friend Nova had gone to school to be a makeup artist and was thrilled, to say the least, when she found out she’d be doing your makeup for your first big event/celebrity outing. “Y/N, I can’t believe you’re going to a red carpet event!” She squealed between putting blush on your cheeks. “I mean I guess it was bound to happen at some point since you got it in with Tom fucking Cruise!” Nova was shouting as this point.
You chuckled, “I can’t believe it either, Nova. That makes it even more exciting though.”
“How long has it been since you’ve seen him?” Nova asked, walking away to grab something from her purse.
“A couple months now, he’s been busy filming Mission, and I didn’t want to leave work.” You sighed.
“You know, distance makes the heart grow fonder, that’s probably why he asked you to be his girlfriend from thousands of miles away,” she laughed walking back.
She hands you a pregnancy test, and jokingly says, “take one of these in a couple weeks please.” She winks.
“Nova…”
“Wait, you haven’t had sex yet???”
“Nova, you know I haven’t slept with ANYBODY.”
“I thought you lost your v-card to what’s his face a couple years ago!”
“Nope, we never went that far, that’s why he dumped me.”
“Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry. That was rude of me to assume. Does Tom know that you’re still a virgin?” She asks as she start applying some dark eyeshadow into the creases of your eyelids.
“Oh gosh no! I’m terrified he won’t want to move forward. Who the hell wants to be with a 30 year old virgin?” You exclaim trying not to move and get stabbed by a makeup brush. “We’ve only been to dinner a couple times and had a few day dates. He’s a gentleman, he said there was nothing to rush so I figured I didn’t need to rush when telling him I’ve yet to have sex…”
Nova stops applying the eye shadow and bends down to look at you eye to eye. “Y/N, any man would be lucky to be with you, sex or no sex. I haven’t met Tom yet, but I know that if you chose him, that he’s got to be good. I’m sure he’s as understanding as you are, and if that’s the case then you have nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. Tell him tonight. Please.”
“Okay fine, thanks Nova.”
“You’re welcome, now let’s get you ready to walk this red carpet!”
~~~
You attend the red carpet with Tom by your side as soon as he steps foot off his helicopter. This is your first time meeting the cast, and you immediately become friends with Monica.
“Tom does not stop talking about you when we’re around, it’s adorable!” She says holding your hands, “he really likes you, believe me!”
That made you feel better already, you feel like you’re ready to tell Tom tonight. And you feel like you’re ready to move forward and sleep with him… if he’s okay with taking a 30 year old’s virginity..
Tom approaches you, slings his arm around your waist and whispers into your ear, “that dress looks so good on you darling, but I think it might look better on my floor.” He kisses your cheek and pulls away smiling at the crowd of people.
You blush and lean your head onto his shoulder for a second, embracing the butterflies in your stomach.
~~~
As you step into the elevator of the hotel that you and Tom are staying at you grab his hand and say, “Tom, I have to tell you something.”
He squeezes your hand and turns to face you, grabbing your other hand, “what's going on baby?”
You put your head down, shying away from him, “it’s embarrassing…” you trail off.
“Y/N, you know you can tell me anything. I will never judge you. Now what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He leans in and kisses your forehead.
By that time the elevator stops and you’re walking into Tom’s room, the penthouse suite. “You know how you said there was no need to rush anything with us?”
“Yeah of course, Y/N.” He leads you into the bedroom and starts taking off his jacket.
“Well I technically haven’t slept with anyone before…. And I’m scared you’re not going to want me because of that.. I mean I’m 30 years old and I’m a virgin. That’s embarrassing, right?” You sit down on the edge of the bed and put your head down leaning into your hands.
Tom walks over to you and crouches down in front of you and grabs your wrists, “Y/N, I don’t care if you’ve slept with 0 people or 100 people. That doesn’t change the way I feel about you. I’m with you because I like you, not what you’ve done or haven’t done.”
You look up at him, allowing him to grab your hands, “are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure! Y/N tonight was one of the most special and memorable nights of my life. And having you there made me realize something. I love you, and I want to be with you for as long as you let me hang around. I really, really love you Y/N. And if you’re up for it, I can show you how much.”
“I love you too, Tom.” Your cheeks blushing, and heart fluttering. You lean in and give him a kiss and he kisses you back deeply.
“Are you ready for me to show you how much I love you?” He asks bringing your hands up to his mouth to kiss them.
“More than ready, Tom,” you give him a smile and give him a kiss on his cheek.
Tom stands up and pulls you up with him by your hands. “You looked absolutely stunning tonight by the way. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you the whole night, I’m so glad you’re mine.”
“I’m more than happy to be yours, Mr. Cruise,” you smirk.
“Turn around dear, let’s get you out of this dress.”
You turn around and Tom starts to unzip your dress, “such a pretty girl.” He whispers in your ear as he pulls your straps down your arms. Your dress then falls to the floor and you’re left standing in a lacey strapless bra and matching panties. With Tom’s hands on your shoulders, he helps you step out of your dress and remove your heels.
With Tom’s hands still on your shoulders he spins you around and backs up to get a good look at you. “You are so beautiful, baby girl.”
You’re blushing and trying not to smile as hard as you are, “thanks Tommy.”
He picks up your dress and tosses it over a chair, “can you help me get out of the rest of this suit, darlin?”
“I think I can do that,” you walk over to him. You slowly start to loosen his tie and slip it over his head. His eyes looking you up and down as you start to unbutton his shirt. He slides his shirt off and throws it over the chair on top of your dress. He bends down to untie his shoes and steps out of them, removing his socks next and throwing them aside on the floor.
You stand there, nervously, wondering if you should take off his pants or if he’s going to do it himself. Tom pulls you in by your waist and kisses you ever so slowly making you bask in the moment. As he pulls away he whispers, “I think you forgot something.”
You look at him with innocent eyes and he nods as if he’s giving you permission to move on. You bend down, sliding your hands down his chest to his hips. You start to undo the belt buckle and then the button and zipper of his dress pants. “Good girl,” Tom is running his fingers through your hair. This man knows how to make you melt before evening starting.
You slowly slide his pants down and he steps out. He’s standing in his boxers and you stand up to meet him. Tom grabs your hand and leads you over to the bed, turning you in front of him as the back of your knees touch the edge of the bed. “Lay back, darlin.”
You sit down, cross your arms covering your bare stomach and look up at him nervously. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you sweetheart,” Tom says as he lightly pushes your shoulders back.
You’re lying down and Tom crawls over you, landing beside you and resting his hand over your stomach. He gently peppers your face with sweet kisses and begins moving his hand from your belly up to your breasts. He slides his hand under your bra and teases your nipples, making them perk up at his touch. “Can I take it off, Tom?”
“Please,” he raises his eyebrows and nods with approval.
He takes his hand away and you sit up unclasping your bra and letting it fall swiftly down your arms, tossing it on the floor. You look over your shoulder at Tom as he gently starts to glide his fingers up and down your back. He raises his glance to meet your eyes, “come here.”
You lay back down next to him, he wraps his hand around your waist and pulls you in to face him. His lips just millimeters away from yours, you can feel his breath. He gently pressed his lips to yours, you wrap one hand around the back of his head and pull him closer to you. His hand around your waist trails down to your bum and he gently squeezes. Your breath hitches and Tom kisses you deeper, more passionately.
Tom is rolling you both over so he’s on top of you, right hand next to your head, left hand in your breast. It catches you off guard because he moved so quickly. Tom is staring at you, looking for approval as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. You let out a moan as you close your eyes. Tom leans down and kisses your other breast, soon taking your free nipple into his mouth. As he swirls your nipple with his warm tongue, he’s gently squeezing your other breast.
You arch your back, turning into a moaning mess at what he’s doing to your body. Tom pulls back from your breast and leans over to kiss you, “you like that Y/N, you like it when I touch you and taste you?” You thought you were going to break right there. You nod, “yes daddy.”
You shock yourself with the words that just came out of your mouth. Tom is frozen for a moment, looking at you with a still expression. His expressionless face soon turns into a devilish smirk, “that’s my good girl.”
You feel every bit relieved. You had no idea how or why that just came out of your mouth, but it felt good. And Tom clearly liked it so you go along with it.
Tom starts to kiss down your body stopping at your panties, “so pretty, but they need to come off.” He says looking directly at your clothed center. He looks up at you, you’re looking at him with puppy dog eyes, ready for him to take you.
Tom sits back on his knees between your legs, he slides a finger up your clothed slit and you feel just how wet you are. Slightly embarrassed, you lay your head back down. “So wet for me, can’t wait to taste you Y/N,” Tom says as he starts to eagerly pull your panties down. You lift your bottom up, making it easier. As Tom throws your panties onto the floor, you quickly close your legs. You feel so vulnerable, and embarrassed.
When Tom sees that you’ve closed your legs in front of him, he puts his hands on your knees and quickly separates them. You lift yourself on your elbows to look at him. “Your legs stay open for daddy, I will tell you when you can move them. Understand?” His hands have a death grip on the inside of your thighs now.
“Yes,” you say quickly.
“Yes what?” He asks sternly.
“Yes daddy,” you say.
“Good girl,” he released the grip on your thighs and slowly starts to rub them, getting closer and closer to your pussy.
He adjusts himself so that he’s laying down on his stomach, his face directly in front of your heat. Tom gently starts to touch you, exploring your folds, learning all of you. “So pretty,” you feel his hot breath on your core.
You throw your head back, with a shy moan.
“Sweetheart, be louder for daddy. I want to hear those sweet little moans.”
You lift your head back up to look at him, “yes daddy.”
“Being so good for me.”
“Mhmm, Tom please I need you.”
“But baby girl doesn’t know what she needs,” Tom isn’t looking at your face, he’s talking directly at your pussy. “She’s just an innocent little girl, she doesn’t know what she needs,” he repeats as he slowly slides a finger up to your clit, swirling the bud into a circle.
“Oh my god,” you moan.
“That’s it, let me hear you darlin,” Tom responds.
Before you can let out another moan, Tom is pressing his tongue to your clit. You’re a moaning mess at this point, it doesn’t help that Tom is also moaning, singing vibrations throughout your entire body.
“You taste so good, baby,” Tom says as he pulls away to look up at you.
He reconnects his tongue to your clit just before sliding down to your entrance, he pokes and prods his way into you with his tongue.
“Feels so good, Tom,” you moan.
He slowly works his index up to your clit as he continues to thrust his tongue in your seeping hole. An unfamiliar feeling approaches deep in your belly and your breath begins to get shaky. You grab Tom’s hand as a way to tell him to stop.
He doesn’t stop though, but he knows why you want him to. He pulls his tongue away, but keeps his finger on your clit. “You’re going to cum sweetheart, it’s okay. Just let go..”
He switches it up and places his tongue back on your clit and slowly slides a finger inside you.
“Oh fuck, Tom,” you moan deeply and loudly.
“Mhmm,” he moans into your clit.
He’s massaging your walls like you never thought was possible. No guy had ever made you feel this, no guy had ever made you cum.
Tom feels your walls clenching around his finger, and pulls his mouth away to encourage you through your orgasm. “Cum for me Y/N, cum on my fingers… that’s it, good girl, baby. Such a good girl for daddy.”
Your whole body is shaking as you ride out your orgasm. You finally calm down and catch your breath. Tom is just slowly pushing his finger in and out of you, looking at the mess you made on his finger.
He removed his hand from between your legs and reaches up to your face. “Open,” he says, looking at your mouth.
You open your mouth and Tom places his drenched finger in your mouth, “see how good you taste, baby? So good for daddy.”
He removed his finger slowly and placed it back down between your legs, now cupping your heat. Your body jumps, “how was that, sweetheart?”
“Amazing,” you breathe out. “I’ve never had an orgasm before.”
“I’m glad,” he smiles up at you. “Are you ready for daddy to make you cum again?”
“Again?”
“Yes baby, you can cum several times. If it gets to be too much just tell me. We can stop whenever you want.”
“Okay,” you nod.
“Say, ‘yes daddy’,”
“Yes daddy,” you look at him.
“Good girl, learning so quickly.”
Tom stands up at the edge of the bed, eyes on you as he pulls down his boxers and steps out. Walking back over to you he starts eyeing your dripping sex, “touch yourself for daddy.”
You slide your hand down your torso stopping at your clit, slowly rubbing yourself while looking at Tom.
“Does that feel good, darling?”
“Yes daddy.”
Tom gets back on the bed and crawls to hover you. He leans down and starts kissing you, making sure to kiss alongside your jaw and neck. You start to feel the pressure in your stomach as Tom latches onto your neck sending shivers down your body. “Tom, I think I’m gonna cum,” you breathe.
“Cum for me Y/N,” he whispers. You wiggle under him, this orgasm being more intense than the first. “Be good,” Tom looks at you, watching your face twist as you let yourself release.
“Look at you, being so good for me.” Tom says once you’ve calmed down. He’s gently stroking your cheek, admiring how pretty you are.
Leaning on his elbow so his face is over yours Tom smirks, “you think you got one more left for daddy?” He says trailing his hand down your face and neck, stopping at your breasts. He takes one into his mouth and uses his hand to pinch your other nipple, twisting it, making you moan.
Tom snakes his hand down your torso until it reaches your dripping cunt. Your hips buck at the feeling of his warm hand on you, “mhmm,” you barely get out.
“Such a good girl,” Tom says as he moves to position himself at your entrance. His thick member sliding up and down your slit.
“T-Tom please, I need you in me.” You move your hands up to the back of his neck using him as leverage to pull yourself closer to him. As your forehead finds his he’s cocking his eyebrow looking at you, “you wanna beg for it like daddy’s little slut? Beg for it then darling.”
Inside you’re melting, while your pussy is throbbing just aching for attention. “Please Tom, just fuck me already! I want you so bad - PLEASE!” You cry out, still holding onto the back of his neck.
“Whatever you want baby girl,” Tom kisses you sweetly as butterflies form in your belly. You’re nervous now, it’s finally happening. You’re about to lose your virginity to the man that you love the most. You feel Tom start to line himself up with your dripping core but you stop him.
“WAIT!”
You let go of Tom and drop to the pillow beneath your head. Tom snaps out of his dominant state, his hand used to line himself up is now resting on your side. “What’s wrong, love? Do you want to stop? We don’t have to go any further,” he reassures you. He has that Tom Cruise puppy dog look on his face that makes your heart ache.
“N-no, I want this. But I’m scared… I’m sorry Tom.” You look at him with sorry eyes.
“Darling, you have nothing to be sorry for. I promise we will go at your pace and you can tap out at any time. Is that okay?”
“Yes, that’s perfect. Can you.. I don’t know.. maybe talk me through it?”
“Of course I can, love. Are you ready?”
“Yes, I’m ready Tom.”
“Okay baby,” he leans down and kisses your forehead. “I’m going to take good care of you, I promise.”
You lean up to kiss him, “I believe you.”
Tom lines himself up with your aching entrance, “I’m going to go really slow, tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop.”
You nod and grab ahold of his arm that’s been placed right next to your shoulder. Tom is pushing past your folds as you feel a burning sensation. You wince and squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to make a big deal about the pain.
Tom stops after noticing you’re in pain, “I’m so sorry baby, I know it hurts. I promise it will get better. I just have a little further, do you want to keep going?”
You nod, opening your eyes to look at him.
Tom pushes himself into you slowly, “are you doing okay Y/N?”
“Mhmm, how much more?” You ask, gripping both his arms that are now placed next to your head.
“Not much, want me to keep going?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good girl,” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
Little does he know that two word phrase turns you on so much, more than anything Tom has ever said to you. You’re putty in his hands right now.
“I’m bottoming out Y/N, this is as deep as I’ll be. Is that okay?” He asks as he takes on hand and strokes your cheek with his thumb.
“Mhmm, that feels good. Can we stay like this for a minute please?” You ask, hoping to God he’ll say yes.
“Of course sweetheart.”
Tom leans down and takes one of your nipples in his mouth and you release the grip on his arm to pull his hair. You never knew how sensitive your nipples were until tonight. You’ve had your fair share of nights with men but none of them have paid this much attention to your tits. Tom had to be a boob guy, based on the way he is constantly playing with them.
He pulls back, just admiring you for a couple seconds. “Such a pretty little girl,” he runs his fingers through your hair, before giving it a little pull. You gasp at the hair pull and Tom smirks.
“I’m going to start moving, tell me if I need to slow down or stop.”
“Okay,” you say as Tom releases your hair and brings his hand back next to your head.
“So good for daddy,” he says before slowly pulling himself back, and pressing back into you. He keeps a slow and steady pace for a while before asking, “are you okay sweetheart?”
“Yes, faster please,” you erupt. “Harder Tom - harder!”
Tom picks up the pace, slamming his hips into yours. Moving his hands to your hips with such a grip that you’re sure there’ll be bruises in the morning.
“O-oh Tom.. feels.. so… GOOD,” you scream.
“There’s my girl, screaming loud for daddy. Tell me how it feels darling, go on.”
“I think I’m gonna cum,” you can hardly get words out. “Oh fuck daddy.”
“That’s it, cum on daddy’s cock. Let go sweetheart, be good for daddy.” Tom moves one hand to your clit rubbing it in figure 8s.
You’re seeing stars, you arch your back allowing Tom to go deeper. Your breath hitches and you’re trying to tell Tom that you’re cumming but all that seems to come out is, “I-I- Tom I- FUCK!”
“I know darling, finish for me…” he coos so gently, while pounding your hips so harshly. “That’s my good girl, yes, that’s it baby.”
His fingers still on your clit moving in quick circles is causing you to lose your mind. Your orgasm has washed over you causing you to be a moaning mess for Tom. You feel Tom getting shaky and his thrusts crashing into you even harder just before he finishes inside of you, making a mess of both your fluids.
Tom pulls out slowly and lays down on his stomach, head in front of your center.
Still out of breath you manage to hike yourself onto your elbows to look down at Tom. “What are you doing?” You say puzzled.
“Watching you make a mess,” he looks up at you, “don’t worry, I’ll clean it up.” He smirks.
You’ve never had this happen before so you honestly have no clue what he means by anything that just came out of his mouth. But before you can ask another question, Tom is taking both hands and massaging your pussy. Watching your cum and his cum drip out of you, he takes both hands to spread your folds. Using his index fingers to swirl around your entrance as a means to spread the cum all over your core.
“Such a pretty little cunt,” he says quietly before placing his tongue at your entrance.
“Oh Tom,” you moan as you throw your head back. “I don’t think I can cum again.”
Tom pulls his head back and glances up at you, “you don’t have to darlin, I’m just cleaning you up. Is that okay?”
“Yes, it’s just a little sensitive.”
“I know it is, doll. Does it feel good though?”
He’s back at your entrance before you can get your words out. “Feels so… good. Oh fuck Tom.”
He continues to clean you up, making sure to pleasure you and praise you while doing it.
“Did so good for daddy.”
“So proud of you baby.”
“Pretty little cunt took daddy so well tonight, even for the first time.”
Tom finally comes back up from in between your legs and crawls to hover you. He leans down and kisses your forehead before laying next to you and pulling you on top of him. You cross your arms over his chest and rest your chin on them.
“How was that darling?” Tom asks, stroking your cheek with his warm hand.
“Better than I expected, thank you for that Tom.” You say, grinning at him.
“I’m glad, I will happily do it again anytime you’d like,” he smirks.
You chuckle and lean into his hand, “I will happily let you wreck me like that again.”
You both laugh and simply admire each other before talking about how the premiere went. Eventually you both get up and Tom gets you one of t-shirts he had packed. You slip it on, no bra or panties underneath. Tom takes one look at you and his eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head, “might need to go for round 2 sooner than I thought,” he grins at you.
You laugh, “you sure can keep up for someone your age.”
“Damn right I do,” he laughs, pulling you into his arms. You giggle as you rest your head against his chest and wrap your arms around his waist. You look up at him and say, “can we order room service, ice cream sounds great right now.”
Tom looks down and kisses you, “anything you want sweetheart.”
Tom ordered the most luxurious ice cream sundae you’ve ever seen and you eat it together sitting in bed. With only one spoon, Tom goes back and forth between feeding you and then giving himself a bite. After finishing the sundae, Tom puts everything away and slips in bed beside you. “Our first sleepover!” He exclaims, pulling you into him and giving you a big squeeze.
“Hopefully we have many more after this,” you say with your cheek pressed against his chest.
“Until you get tired of me,” he says before giving you a kiss on the top of your head.
“I will never get tired of you Tom, I love you too much for that.” You say, leaning up and giving him a gentle kiss on the side of his neck.
“I’ll love you forever, Y/N. Now close your eyes and go to bed. We’ve got a full week to ourselves and you need to rest after what I put you through tonight.” He says with a slight chuckle in his tone.
“Okay Tom, goodnight.”
“Goodnight dear,” he kisses the top of your head one more time before running his fingers through your hair until you fall asleep.
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Behind Closed Doors (Tom Cruise)
A sequel to my inaugural fic, "The Door is Open." This is my first one to get a little bit saucy, so use caution and please, I beg of you, be kind. As always, I hope you enjoy! I also want everyone to know how much I appreciate the positive comments on my last fic; I was extremely touched, thank you <3
TW- heavy makeout sesh?
Summary- over the last several weeks since you met Tom on the movie set where you both work, you have discovered an undeniable attraction to each other. Although neither one of you is sure where it will lead, you've been getting the tension out of your systems with secretive meetings in his trailer.
If Y/N could only tell her friends back home that she was making out with Tom Cruise. Their mouths crashed hungrily together as he had her up against the wall of his trailer. One hand caressed her back, while his other was looped under her leg, sweeping her off the ground, while her hands ruffled through his hair. Soft rock music from the 70s played gently in the background from a small radio on the table. Soon, they transitioned from their spot on the wall, across from the door where they had practically fallen in the trailer out of enthusiasm, to the small sofa. He positioned himself over top of her, kissing her neck as she giggled softly.
“What?” he asked, pausing, and glancing up at her crossly as she disrupted the passionate mood.
“It’s your beard, don’t you know by now I’m ticklish?” she shrugged.
His gaze shifted mischievously as he drew back in to kiss her on the lips, taking the advantage to tickle her sides while her guard was down. She thrashed around under him, smacking him in the arm until he relented, slipping his tongue into her mouth before she could complain. Her cut-off complaint turned into a pleasured gasp and she went limp in his arms.
This had become a daily habit over about the last week. After the coffee-spilling incident with Bill, which had occurred several weeks ago by this point, and Y/N’s first invite to Tom’s trailer to clean up, she and Tom had coincidentally started running into each other a lot more. As the days went on, their brief conversations, taking place in the trailer he had invited her back to, grew longer and laced with innuendos. It reflected a tangible tension that neither one would explicitly admit due to the concern that they were simply imagining things and the other person did not return their burgeoning feelings.
But Tom was fascinated by the shy yet tenacious Southern girl who not only came from a modest background like him, but also possessed his same desire to learn new skills and gain new experiences. And Y/N was equally captivated by the man who, while being the most successful actor in the world, was also exceptionally generous and hardworking, who seemed to simultaneously express his thoughts and feelings very openly, while remaining mysteriously guarded.
Eventually, regardless of their respective fears, they became unable to stand the tension any longer. Tom, in his stereotypically daring fashion, had taken the initiative. They had been sitting together in his trailer at the end of a particularly long day of shooting a particularly strenuous scene, and had ended up collapsed next to each other on the sofa. Her hair was mussed from the great deal of running around she had done, and Tom was covered in a drying layer of sweat from the fight scenes he had been performing.
They gradually moved closer and closer to each other until their legs and shoulders touched, and when she had turned her head to respond to something during their conversation, they came closely face-to-face with each other. The look in her eyes appeared to silently encourage him to advance, as she glanced fleetingly at his lips, and he decided to seize the chance, consequences be damned. He closed the gap between their faces and pressed his lips firmly against hers, and she didn’t pull away. When they parted to catch breath, her face was flushed and her eyes were hazy, and she managed to smile faintly through her surprise and confusion.
“W-why…?” Y/N breathed, unable to prevent a beam from surfacing on her face in her bemused state.
Tom paused to contemplate his response. “Well, I suppose could blame it on the exhaustion, the stress, or the fact that I forgot to eat lunch today,” he chuckled, “But I think I just really like you, Y/N.”
Ever since then, they could hardly keep their hands off of each other. The last few weeks developed into a routine of them sneaking away at every available chance, during lunch breaks and other lulls in the day, to engage in brief conversations and mostly kiss in his trailer. Anxious about how the rest of the cast and crew would react, that was the one place where they could be alone and genuine toward each other, and not have to abide by the professionalism of the workplace, pretending that they were nearly strangers.
On another somewhat related note, luckily, Bill mostly left Y/N alone after the coffee incident and the resulting verbal smackdown. His cold, condescending attitude stubbornly remained, unable to even be publicly scolded out of him, but he hadn’t yet attempted to touch her again. Y/N and Tom were somewhat concerned, however, that Bill seemed a bit suspicious of their interactions, as if he could sense something more intimate was going on behind the scenes.
Speaking of which, back in the present moment, Tom murmured apologetically in Y/N’s ear “I feel guilty. This isn’t very romantic, is it?”
“If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll let you take me on a real date sometime,” she replied, stroking the back of his head in mock comforting.
“I just feel like I’m taking advantage or something,” he laughed nervously under his breath, nuzzling her neck.
“Of what?” Her eyes crinkled with laughter and she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access and using her hand that was still at the back of his head to guide him closer. “I’m a full-grown adult who is here willingly and actively urging you on.” She grabbed a fistful of his hair, her head falling back involuntarily as he found the sweet spot on her neck.
“I guess that’s true,” he hummed, creating friction between the rest of their bodies by moving his hips back and forth.
At that moment, a door shut somewhere in the distance, and muffled voices could be heard. Y/N and Tom froze, listening to see if the voices came closer to their direction or retreated further away. To their relief, the voices quickly faded away.
“Why does this somehow feel like the most dangerous stunt I’ve ever pulled?” he joked.
“Hey! You’ve jumped out of a plane.” Y/N popped him on the shoulder.
“But I like danger,” he continued, unfazed, resuming his movement.
“Oh, does it turn you on?” she smirked when she, in an uncharacteristically bold move, elicited a small groan from him by matching the motion of his hips with her own.
“You know what they say…” he panted, “Ain’t no adrenaline rush like the adrenaline rush of making out with your PA in your trailer…”
They continued in this manner for a few minutes longer, until Y/N abruptly stopped, fixing Tom with a solemn expression. “Tom, what are we going to do if someone finds out?”
Tom stared down at her, disoriented by the abrupt change in topic.
“What if Bill, or anyone, figures out what’s going on? I don’t think we can go on like this for the rest of the production. They’ll either think that I’m trying to move up in the industry the easy way or that, like you said, you’re taking advantage of the vulnerable PA.”
Tom opened his mouth, but no words would come.
“Where is this going?” she continued. “Am I just a means to an end for you to feel good? Would you be ashamed if people knew about us? Are you just trying to get into my pants and then you’ll ditch me and act like you never knew me?”
As she began to go down this tangent, Tom finally found the words to speak up.
“Whoa there, okay, hold on.” Though still situated on top of her, he shifted slightly back onto his legs so he could take her firmly by the shoulders. “Believe me when I tell you this- if I had it my way, I would let everyone know. I don’t even want to hear you joke about me being ashamed to be seen with you. Okay?”
Y/N nodded, eyes wide, taken aback by the strength of his reaction.
“Now, honestly, I have no idea where all of this is going. I would’ve never expected anything like this to happen,“ he grinned, “And there’s so much going on right now.” He glanced toward one of the covered trailer windows, thinking about all of the work on the movie that still had to be completed. “But we’re both enjoying ourselves- right?” He brushed her cheek and the smile returned to her face. “So I think we should just focus on the fun we can have here and now; there’s plenty of time to think about the future later. Do you think you can do that?”
Despite her misgivings, which stubbornly refused to dissipate, Y/N managed to maintain her smile and push her anxieties out of her mind for the time being. She supposed Tom was right; there really wasn’t much they could do until the end of the film project, so why put too much thought into it? Why ruin an otherwise good time? Worry about it when they got there.
“But we will have that real date sometime?” she inquired, looking up at him with pitiful eyes. She suddenly looked very small and fragile to him, pressed down under his form.
“Yes, we will have that real date,” he said decisively and kissed her tenderly.
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Reminiscing 18+
Maverick [older] x Reader [younger]
Warnings: Age gap. Mav: 53 reader 27, oral (m) receiving.
About: Maverick is heading out in the morning to train the latest TOPGUN students, and as you're watching him you remember a couple of months ago when you two had the most passionate night in that very car. Not a single backseat rider ever knew.
Red: Mav
Purple: Reader / Y/n
Rooster: Green
Requested? Yes and No. @youlightmeupfinn helped me with the plot 🤭
"Do you have to go?" The sleepiness in your voice hinting to your lover that once he's left you'd be passed out on the couch in a matter of moments.
"Dont hit me with that. You know I would much rather be here and home with you then teaching new students." He rubs your shoulders a bit, bringing you to his chest. A soft groan escaping your lips as the warmth radiates around you.
"Then quit." You huff at him. Cause he has you thinking about THAT now.
"Ah ah ah. You know I can not do that. If it were that simple baby I would. I promise, but I have to go. I love you." He plants a small kiss on uour forehead before heading out to the small toyota you both own.
Watching him pull away out of the driveway your whole mind goes fuzzy. You're taken back to a few months ago. You guys were on your way back from a christmas party when the car had stopped running because it was so cold out the engine couldnt compensate so it just. Stalled.
You managed to get to a secluded area so you wouldnt truly be in anyones way. You both hopping in the back hoping to cuddle up and be warm together
"Mav.. im freezing.." your words vibrate in his ear from the intense shivering you had been doing."
"I know sweetheart. Im getting the blankets and Ill be in the car quickly.." Just moments later he gets in the backseat with you. Wrapping you and himself up in blankets.
Your head found the base of his neck, which was warm and made you stop shaking so harshly. "This.. this is better than a fireplace"
"Is it?" He cracks out a smile as his strong arms come around you bringing you to his lap.
"Mav!" A squeal leaving your mouth as you giggle. Giving him small pecks to his lips. Quickly your kisses become fast and deep. Barely giving Pete a moment to draw in a breath.
"Y/n..." his voice carries into your ear...hips dragging against his. The older man becoming fuzzy minded.
"Have you ever heard that sex is a rreally good way to warm up?" you completely lie to him. No one has ever said that to you in your life. You know he is smarter than that but what he does instead of denying drives you nuts
"Oh yeah? Then get on your knees and give me some warmth with that pretty mouth" that stuns you to the utmost. But who the hell are you to deny Pete Mitchell head? No body. Thats who.
You get on your knees as unzip his pants slowly. Watching his reaction. You love to tease him while taking his jeans off. Although Maverick hates it. You LIVE for it
"You're Nasty Pete Mitchell...You know damn well I wasnt being honest" you raise your eyebrows in amusement. Your boyfriend looking at you with a slight grin
"Just another reason to punish you" He winks and your mouth falls open. No way he just used that on you. "Well get on with it. Dont dont sit there with your mouth empty." He coos
"Dont worry. Im not." You say as you place little, kisses to his tip, smiling as he draws a breath in through his clentched teeth. "Ooo someones sensitive." A low condescending laugh erupting from your throat.
"Get on with it dammit" He hisses at you, pushing himself up into your mouth. A moan escaping your mouth from the sudden action.
Slowly you go up and down on him, making sure your tongue swirls around every. Single. Inch. Hearing him make little gasps and whimpers brings joy to your day.
You dont even notice that you have completely stopped shivering, focusing in on giving him the utmost pleasure. All the while, sneakily pleasuring yourself. Where he cant see
Its now many minutes later. Maverick grasping the seat so hard, his knuckles are white, his hips driving up into your mouth. His groans indicating hes really damn close.
"Yn...sweetheart!" Those words were the last thing you heard before you feel hot strings of his cum shooting right to the back of your throat.
Unable to take it any longer you pull away, spitting out onto his cock as he smirks watching his heavy load coat himself.
"What a pretty girl you are down there on your knees" Maverick is busy trying to catch his breath but he always gives praise no matter what.
"I love you pete mitchell." You come up and give him dirty. Passionate kisses.
"Y/n-?" You're suddenly snapped back to reality when Rooster stands before you, waving his hand infront of your face. He comes to check up on you constantly.
"Oh. OH. Uhm. Hi Roo.." you grow a deep shade of red as he looks utterly confused. "Sorry. Just thinking about something. Nothing bad. Just. You know what. Lets drop it!"
Rooster nods as you two talk about the upcoming week and TOPGUN training. Going inside the house, the door shutting behind you.
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Summer Days
Tom Cruise/Reader
Summary: A hot summer day at Tom's pool leads to some fun of a different kind.
Tagging: @youlightmeupfinn
Warnings: light smut, nothing too graphic
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Summer, 1993
It was a gorgeous day, sun bright and shining. You were spending the day at your friend Tom’s house to use his swimming pool. You would have spent the day there anyway, but it was nice to be able to cool off for a while.
At the current moment, you were laying on a pool chair, enjoying the sunshine, shades over your eyes. You hadn’t put on sunscreen yet, as you were wearing a t-shirt and shorts over your swimsuit, but you were about to when Tom walked out onto the deck. He too had sunglasses on, but he was considerably less clothed than you. Only in his shorts, he was a vision in the golden glow of the sun.
When his eyes finally landed on you, he wandered over your way. “What, not swimming?”
“I am, I just haven’t put on sunscreen yet. Do you mind helping me get my back?”
Blink and you miss it, but you could’ve sworn you saw his Adam’s apple bob. But maybe you were just imagining it.
“Uh, yeah, I can do that.”
“Perfect, thank you.”
You took that as your cue to take off your sunglasses, placing them on the small table next to you. Your shirt was next, coming over your head with ease, shorts not too far behind. All this to reveal your light blue two-piece bikini that made you feel really confident.
You might’ve been putting on a bit of a show for Tom, but he didn’t need to know that. Although you wouldn’t admit it outright, you’d had the biggest crush on him for a long time. As much as you loved being friends, you really wished it would be something more.
Your purse was down at the foot of the table, and you rummaged through it for the sunscreen. “Aha! Found it!”
Popping the cap, you passed the bottle over to Tom as you guided your hair over one shoulder. He squirted some onto his hands and rubbed them together. When you felt his hands meet your back, you had to hold back a moan. The coolness of the cream in contrast with the warmth of his hands felt heavenly.
You felt him move over your shoulders up to the back of your neck, massaging the skin as he rubbed everything in. Tom moved back down your spine, just barely grazing the top of your bikini bottoms. Once he finished rubbing it in there, he recapped the bottle and passed it back to you. Thanking him, you put it back in your purse and stood up.
"Shall we?"
He smiled, and you followed him over to the edge of the pool. You dived right in, reveling in how cool the water was in contrast to the heat. He followed suit, pushing his hair back as he resurfaced. You had to admit, he looked good like this. Not that he could ever know, of course. You both took a few minutes to just tread water, staring at each other. As if pulled in by a magnet, you both swam closer to each other until you were merely inches apart. Your breath caught in your throat. How was this going to play out?
He made the decision for you, as he pulled you into his arms. His eyes were still locked on you as one hand caressed your face. He leaned in and sealed the gap, pressing his lips to yours. You automatically reciprocated, moving in sync, arms wrapping around his neck. When you finally broke apart, he swam you both over to the edge of the pool. He hoisted you onto the ledge and climbed out. You pulled him back in again, allowing yourself to succumb to your emotions. As you kissed, he pressed you down onto the hard stone and hovered over top of you.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," he murmured.
"Me too." You felt a heat rising in your cheeks, suddenly bashful at your admission.
You both gently smiled, realizing what this meant for the both of you. Tom captured your lips in a kiss, but this was different than before. This was full of passion, fire. And you felt yourself needing more. He seemed to get the same idea as you, you could feel his erection pressing into your core. You bucked your hips up, and you heard him let out a groan. He started to unhook your top when you stopped him.
"Should we go inside? Can't the neighbors see us?"
"No one can see us here. I made sure it's private."
"Ok, then let's do this."
You lifted your top over your head, and you both sat up to take off your bottoms. You had to take a moment to take him in in all his naked glory. He was definitely an attractive man, and he's kept himself in good shape for his movies. When he finally turned back to you, you took the chance to take charge. You gently pushed on his chest, telling him to lay back. You crawled on top of him, and slowly sunk down on his cock. You moaned at how full you felt, needing to take a moment to be adjusted to his length. When you were ready, you started to bounce on his cock, pulling moans from both Tom and you.
"So good, Y/N. You feel so good."
He leaned up and kissed you, pleasure washing over you. He moved down to suck on your neck. You could feel your climax fast approaching, the coil in your stomach tightening.
"Tom, I'm gonna... gonna cum."
"Cum for me, sweetheart."
You rolled your hips a few more times until your orgasm finally overcame you. Tom flipped you over, bucking into you until his own release came. Even in your blissed out state, you were aware of the mix of your juices dripping down your thighs. Breathing heavily, Tom pulled out of you and flopped over next to you. You turned to face him, grinning widely. His grin matched yours, and he pulled you into his chest.
"So..."
"So?"
"So... shall we move this inside? I think we could use a shower."
He chuckled, eyes crinkling. "I like the way you think."
He quickly scooped you up, and carried you inside the house to continue the fun. Which would go on for several hours... thank god for swimming pools.
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Author's Notes: At last, the TC fic I promised. I got writer's block halfway through, but I finally finished. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, and comments are awesome. Requests are open, feel free to send something in. Love y'all! - Butterfly
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A/N: Hey guys! This is the first of my Kinktober posts, yes I know it’s the 3rd. It’s my first time publishing smut so please be nice! I know it’s not the best, but I promise I will try to get better:) Anyways enjoy!!
Day 3: Dirty Talk
Maverick x Reader
“Meet me behind hangar 4 at 0800” the note on your locker read. Knowing exactly who this was from you put your stuff in your locker, grabbed your jacket and walked out of the room. Practically running you open the door to the runway and walked by the hangers counting as you went. One… Two… Three… Four! You rounded the hanger until you were suddenly pushed up against the wall. Immediately you felt a pair of lips on your neck. “Maverick what is this about?” You asked through breaths. Your boyfriend pulled away after he had finished sucking a mark into your skin.
“Something about you flying that jet gets me really turned on” he says continuing to assault your neck. “Can’t wait to get you home so I can have my way with you” You moaned at his comment.
“Who said we had to go home?” You said looking around to make sure you were alone. You felt Maverick smirk against your neck at the suggestion. His hand traveled up your body to the zipper on your suit, slowly pulling it down. He slipped his hand into your flight suit wrapping it around your waist. “Help me get this off of you” He said using his other hand to help you shimmy off your suit. Once it was off leaving you in just a tee shirt and shorts, he slotted this leg in between yours offering you a bit of friction. “Cant wait till everyone sees you tomorrow covered in all these marks. Then they’ll know who you belong to.” You moan, grinding down on his thigh. Maverick pulls away from your neck sinking down to his knees and hooking his fingers in the waist and of your shorts. He pulls down his shorts and groans at the sight before him. “So wet, and all for me? Your not gonna be able to walk when I’m done with you” and with that he started what was going to be a long night of torture and pleasure.
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“You forgot I was young, once?” — Tom Cruise +18
Summary: You teased Tom for being old, you joked how his knees would crush if you were to ask him to eat you out. Tom felt belittled, challenged, so he wants to prove you wrong.
Tags: No plot, pure Smut, oral f/receiving, FingerFuck, Squirting, the use of a word “kitten”, Agegap (Reader is 26, Tom is 59) THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND +18 READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
tagging: @deanscroissant @tomsf18 @moondustfairies @helloitstsyu @call-sign-shark @love2write2626 @back-tooo-black
"What are you saying, baby?”
“Nothing.” You bit your lip with a sly smirk.
“Oh, you were saying something. Something about how I couldn’t give it to you just enough? Are you testing me?”
You and Tom had just started dating. You both wanted to take it slow, means… You haven’t done anything. You’re a young blood, while as dramatic as it would sound, he’s lived a lot of life. Being a young blood, means being a kid. You love teasing him about his age, about his stamina, that ends up with him challenging you to do some workouts with him at the Gym in his house.
But this time? It’s different.
Tom have been thinking about this comeback for a while. He understands how he has a jokester of a girlfriend, but sometimes… He just wants you to shut you mouth with something.
“Well… I know for a fact, that after you’re giving it to me goooodd… You’re gonna be falling asleep on my boobs.” You teased.
“And, no offense babe.. Don’t you think you will crush your knees if you do went down on me?”
You watched as Tom suddenly gets down on his knees in front of you, you were taken aback by his reaction but the smirk never leaving your face as for Tom, he’s looking at you with an expression that says you are unbelievable and you’re going to regret it.
Tom didn’t waste any more time and thank god you were wearing a pleated white skirt that he likes so it gave him easy access. His hands went to caress your shaven and smooth legs, eyes never leaving yours before he put his soft lips against your leg. He left kisses up from your legs to your knees, grazing your skin a little bit with his tongue.
“What are you doing, Tommy?” You gulped, trying to keep your cool.
Tom didn’t answer instead he kept his eyes on you and proceed giving you kisses. Your legs were pressed against each other though soon Tom slowly spread them, drawing the hem of your skirt up to your thighs as it is a little too short. Tom continued to give you kisses but this time its on your thighs. His thumbs pressing on each thighs while he leaves kisses on top of it.
Your favorite kind of affection to receive, is when someone gave your thighs full of attention and love. That is why you’re sitting there with your nails digging into the palm of your hands, your bottom lip tugged by your teeth. You could feel yourself getting soaked as it started to pool in your panties, soon you felt Tom’s breath getting closer and closer towards what you need the most.
You whimpered, and that made Tom halted his movements and looks at you from his lashes with a raised eyebrow. A smirk slowly showed on his face before he pushed himself slightly upwards just on top of your tummy.
“What’s wrong, sweets?” Tom slightly tipped his head to the side. “Did I do something wrong?”
“N-nothing..”
“Cat got your tongue, kitten?” Tom smirked before he hunched your skirt up to your waist and rip your panties off from your hips. You gasp at the sound of your favorite navy blue panties being torn, you and your smart mouth was about to protest but before you could even do that, Tom shoved his mouth towards your glistening pussy. His tongue teases your clit, before it goes on to play around your pussy lips.
“Ohhhh…” You moaned, throwing your head back against the cushion. Tom could feel the way your pussy throbs, needing more attention. Of course, he would never stop. He wouldn’t stop proving a point. You whimpered when you felt his finger tease your hole, without further a do, Tom shoved his finger inside your cunt—his tongue never leaving your clit. You gasped even more once you feel him thrusting his finger in and out of you.
His tongue is his weapon.
His big calloused hands are the ones that’s stopping you from shutting your thighs together. He’s spreading your legs as if you were a butter on top of the leather couch. You were panting, gasping, you regretted whatever you said minutes ago that sets him off. Again, he’s doing this to prove a point.
His tongue laps on your cunt like a kitten licking its favorite milk. He could feel your thighs vibrates in his hands, though no matter how many times you’re about to shut your legs together he would notice and adds more pressure.
“Ngh! T-Tom.. P-please, it’s too much.” You breathlessly spoke in between your moans. Your body wanted to stop while your brain couldn’t help but enjoy the euphoria that he’s giving you by licking your wet cunt. You’re practically dripping to the expensive leather coach.
“S-stop, Stop! I’m gonna-” You whimpered, “I’m gonna c-cum!” You yelped before you sprayed out your release to your boyfriend’s, perfectly sculpted by god, face. Your thighs vibrate, your legs violently shook, your panting’s never stop.
Tom gave your pussy one last stride by his tongue before giving her a kiss. His hands went to wipe his face off from your spray. Your chest still heaves from the orgasm whilst Tom was pushing himself off from the kneeling position to sit beside you.
“How’d you do that? That was so good.” You whined as Tom laughs,
“You forgot I was young once?”
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i got you | Tom Cruise
My masterlist
Fluff, kind of an angst too, i guess. Requested by @grantaires-waistcoat I'm so sorry this takes so long. Hope you like it🤍
Tom Cruise x young!costar!reader
Summary : Set to film a stunt, you had a panic attack, and Tom helps you to get through it.
Warning : this might be triggering for some, so beware. panic!attack, swear words.
BUM. BUM. BUM.
"Y/N?... Y/N!" Stella keeps banging the door.
The banging is on the door yet you feel it thumping on your heart. You feel your breath is short and heavy. Your head spinning, sweats dripping on your temples as your chest heaves. Cold water running on your terribly shaking hand, trying to calm yourself, you keep repeating to your reflection on the small mirror.
"It's nothing. You can do this. You've prepared. You can do this."
You look at yourself in the mirror. Your face is pale. You're completely terrified. You're about to hang yourself off a cliff. Yes, you've rehearse a lot. But this is no Rockreaction in Los Angeles. There's no mattress at the bottom. There's no safety net going to catch you if you fall. This is rocky mountainside in Utah. The only thing that'll determine your life and death is the harness that'll be attached on you. One snap of the line, you're gone.
"Arrghh!" You grunt all frustratingly to yourself. "The fuck is wrong with you. Why do i even agreed to this!"
You're a newcomer. You've only done a couple of family drama for some TV station and a thriller movie for a streaming site. There's a couple of stunt for the thriller, but no stunt like Mission Impossible. This is a damn blockbuster, well produced franchise. And the fact that you're here locking yourself inside of a bathroom, being a chicken, while everyone else is ready to shoot the scene is just enhancing your stress for the moment.
"Y/N! What the hell are you doing in there?! Come on, we don't get all day!" Stella, the assistant director keeps banging on your door.
"Coming!" You shout.
Wiping your sweaty forehead, you hope the cold water could cover the spook on your face.
Coming out of the bathroom, you're surprised to find your leading man and boss is on the front of the door. Tom looks at you deeply, reading your face.
"You okay, kid?" Tom asks.
You nod, hiding your nerve all that you can. Going outside of the trailer. Stella brought you to the edge of the cliff, where's the stunt team will prepare you with the safety harness and all. Looking all around you the crew is all busy and occupied with their own stuff. Everyone seems to move so fast but yet also somehow so slow.
Tom comes to you, with a wide grin on his face, "Ready to be a spiderman, kid?" He asks with both of his hands on his hips.
You barely hear what he said, high-pitched sound is ringing in your ear covering what he has to say. Despite the breezy wind blowing around, you feel like you couldn't get an air to your lungs. Eyeing the edge of the cliff, the ground below is not even to your eye reach. You can feel your heartbeating right to your head.
"Kid... you're here?... you okay?" Tom starts to notice you're not doing alright.
Slowly, your eyes are back to Tom's. He worries. "Y/N?" He steps closer to you. And there you finally breaks, in a beat, your legs falls limp as if they didn't work. You fall but Tom's quick to catch you before the impact. You're panting hard, your chest burns. Tears blocking your eyesight. High-pitched sound ringing loudly in your ear, completely blocking everything else. All you see is so bright. The sun behind Tom's face is so bright like it pierces your eyes.
"Y/N... Y/N... look at me, look at me." Tom holds you close.
"I'm right here. It's okay, it's going to be okay.. I'm right here." You hold onto his hand, grasping them in between your two much smaller palm.
"Breathe, come on, breathe with me, kid." Tom calmly tells you, like he knows exactly what to do to help you. He takes your hand and put it to your chest. The other one he brings to his chest. "Breathe.. come on, slowly..."
You can feel your heart pounding in your hand. Yours beat like a marching band while his is set in a calm pace, like a rhythm. You follow his instructions, taking a deep breath slowly, one at a time. Tom nods. "There you go, that's my girl. Come on, one more time," he encourages.
And so you do as he tells, following his lead, you take a deep inhale and slowly exhaling. Once he manage to get you calmer, he takes you back inside the trailer.
Setting you to sit on the couch, he kneels in front of you.
When the panic attack is gone, now you feel the burning tears making its way to flood out. One look of those soft emerald eyes and you can't bear the guilt to get the best of you.
"I--- " you struggle to say it out loud. I'm sorry, is what you want to say. But without you have to say it, Tom knows. Tom understands. More than anyone else, he understands.
"It's okay.." Tom holds your hand.
Though the watergate has opened. Tom quickly wipes your tears away. "It's okay, you don't have to do it. It's alright."
What he said only makes it worse. You're sobbing right in front of the man, tears running like a waterfall. "I'm sorry.. i can't– i can't do it.." you cry. "I don't know what's wrong with me,"
"Oh, sweetheart," Tom sits next to you and pulls you to his chest. He wraps his hand protectively around you. "Nothing is wrong with you. You don't have to be sorry. It's okay, you don't have to do it."
Tom strokes your hair. Caressing you ever so gently, comforting you in the best way possible.
"It's okay... you'll be okay... I got you, babygirl," he whispers.
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I want it all [18+]
Ethan Hunt x !fem!reader
Words count: 3.4k
A/N: After hearing about the death of every member of his team, Ethan realizes that he’s the only one left alive, or at least this is what he thought before you found him again.
Warnings: Ethan in Mission Impossible 1 is a warning…. Jk, again this is a smut so you know what you’re doing.
This is for my Mav, girl I love you @mqverick 🎀
It was early in the morning when you came back to the apartment where you and the rest of the team settled down to organize the whole mission.
A lot have happened since the beginning of the operation and you couldn't come to think that everyone was dead.
The sequence of events went so fast that you found yourself roaming through the cold streets in the hope that no one was following you, with your thoughts glued on how everything went terribly wrong. The annoying taste of them was leading your mind to think about the only person you knew could've saved himself, Ethan.
It was around four in the morning when you quietly climbed the stairs of the building and the suspense was devouring you and you didn't even want to think about what you had to tell to Kittridge, how to deal with him and what have happened and why you were the only one left alive.
You were so focused on your own reflections, on your fears and preoccupations that you didn't even notice that there were two light bulbs missing from the lamp walls hanging at the end of the hallway.
You approached the room, making sure to be quiet enough not to make any noise but broken glasses echoed through the whole building when you stepped in front of the door.
The glass kept cracking under your feet and you hurried yourself inside to lock the door behind you as fast as you could.
The big room was still, weirdly still like never before. You looked on your left as you caught your reflection on the tall windows that were showing the beautiful Prague in front of them.
Your eyes scanned the area until when you noticed that somebody have been there before you.
"Ethan?" You called him, walking towards the table where his computer was open on some website you've never seen before. You tried to recall where you've seen the logo before but once again your eyes made their way down the book next to it. When you tried to reach for it a hand grabbed your wrist and within a second your back was pressed against the wall and your breath stopped in your throat before your eyes shot open to meet his.
He was alive. You knew it. With a gun pointed right in front of your face and his arm locking you againts the wall as if you were the enemy. He was different from when you've seen him a couple of hours earlier: his eyes were a bit red with such rage that you didn't even recognize yourself. Your heart started to pound against your chest when you noticed that he wasn't letting go of you as you thought he would've.
"Ethan... what are you doing?" Your voice was shaky, your eyes fixated into his while you tried to get rid of his grip but the muscles of his arms tensed even more, his eyes darkened and the gun followed you.
"Turn around" your lips parted, ready to protest but you couldn't believe at what was happening right there. As complicated as the situation was already, you didn't want to upset him even more and so, you did as he ordered you to.
Ethan quickly grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back while the gun was slolwy moved down your back and remained there.
"Who sent you?" His whole body was now against yours, pressing against your back, trying to get an answer out of you, an aswer you didn't even have since that all you did was coming back like the rules say.
"No one..." you replied, trying to understand his position in all of this.
"Bullshit" Ethan said and spun you around to face you again.
"Who the fuck sent you?" You shook your head almost with desperation as you heard the sound of the bullet loading the gun, ready to shoot if needed and you knew you had to make him reason and break whatever defense he was trying to build against you.
"No one, no one sent me" His eyebrows were frowned and his hands were putting even more pressure around your wrists as he dragged you into the bedroom.
"Ethan? I don't understand..." you confessed as he put the gun into his pants and started to move his hands all over you.
"Where have you been?" His voice was against your neck and his hands were having no mercy on your body as they moved from your legs, up to your stomach and under your breasts, looking for something.
"Ethan stop this..." you tried to move away but he didn't let you.
He did not care how far this was going and besides how scared you were and how in disbelief you were about the way he was acting with you, you found it almost arousing.
"Where have you been mm?" He asked you again, turning your body around so you were facing him once again. He held you in place, letting his intense gaze devour you whole, and waited for the answer as if everything in the world depended on it.
"I... I was- looking for you" you said trying to make him reason but he didn't seem open to that and held you with both of his big hands and pinned you down on the bed.
You were almost in tears but the excitement that you were still trying to deny from yourself was even worse. How could you even find something like this attractive? Yet, there you were, almost begging for more but hiding it with tears of fake terror.
"You were looking for me" he said quickly, while his hands moved down your waist and squeezed your hips.
You unconsciously let out a whimper when he did that and his eyes immedialtly looked up towards yours. He tilted his head and a smirk made the corner of his lips curl like you've never seen before. All of this was new to you and you were still trying to process the previous hours you've spent roaming through the streets, hoping to find him alive, safe.
"You were looking for me?" Ethan asked while his hands forcefully spread your legs in front of him and his body was once again pressed against yours.
He was staring down at you, studying every single emotion you were letting out, the slightest noises you were making because of him and you haven't even noticed how hot you felt when he hovered above you in such way.
You swallowed hard and your lips parted to speak, to at least try to ptotest but as humiliating as it was right now, you wanted it, you wanted it real badly and he knew it.
Maybe he knew it all along, before all of this mess, before the whole mission. Maybe he wanted you for so long that the shock of losing you made him so scared and mad that he needed to be like this to have you.
Or maybe he knew something that you didn't and it was hard for him to trust you.
"Not speaking again?" Ethan grabbed your cheeks with a hand and forced you to stare at him "who sent you?" He asked once again but you gave him no answer.
He let go of your face and moved his hands roughly down on you again until when he found the end of your sweater and took it off of your body.
He looked at you and devoured you with those eyes of his as you noticed how his breathing fastened and his hands were desperately trying to touch all of you.
"You like this..." he said frowning when his attention focused on the way your body was responding.
He wasn't happy about it, obviously because he knew there was something wrong going on but you were not talking, you were simply not giving him what he wanted from you.
Ethan held your chin and spoke again with that tone that was making you dripping wet "you like being treated like this" his jaw clenched and your lips parted looking at his.
His hand slowly moved up your cheek and your eyes were not leaving his, not even for a second before he crashed his lips on yours. Never in your life you had such a kiss and only god knows for how long you've been waiting to be kissed by him like that.
He was so fast that without even realizing his hands were holding your thighs around his waist and his lips were roughly kissing all of your body.
You weren't able to form a single sentence nor a single thought besides embracing what he was doing to you.
When his hands reached for your trousers he quickly pulled them down your legs, until your ankles before tossing them away.
His mouth was consuming you in the most lustful way a human can even imagine and you couldn't help yourself but moan his name, bite your lips and wrap your legs around him even tighter.
You both didn't know how desperate you were for each other until now. You didn't know what the hell was going on in this room and how many people were looking for the both of you by now and you didn't care about it, just like you didn't care about how wrong this was, considering the circumstances.
He kissed your lips over and over again, forcing his tongue into your mouth and you weren't hesitanting to let him have you.
"I saw you dying" he said panting, between a kiss and another while your hands moved down his, still clothed, chest.
"It doesn't matter" you kissed him back and took off his shirt before he held your waist and pulled you even closer to his body.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and with a swift move you were now on top of him with one of his arms was holding you in place.
"It does matter..." he said after you, looking up at you waiting for an answer but instead, you moved on his lap and spread your legs while your hands undid the buckle of his belt.
"It does..." he continued but a moan escaped from his lips when you kissed his lips again.
"Does it?" You asked confidently now, but when his hands run up your back and his mouth moved down your neck, until your chest, you lost it.
He felt the tension in your muscles and smirked against your skin.
"Yeah...it does" he whispered and his fingers moved along your sides, making their way down your thighs as you shivered and arched you back towards him. You bit your lips at the feeling and your eyes fell shut when he reached the waistband of your underwear and slowly pulled them down your thighs.
The anticipation was killing you, making your lungs suffer from the heavy breathing and your mouth wet at the thought of kissing him again. You didn't even want to confess how sensitive you already were just because of all that happened, how quickly it was happening and how insanely attractive he was.
When his cold fingers touched you right where you were needing him the most, without even a warning, your hands suddenly tightened on his shoulders and the moan that you let out made him bite his lips to kill his own.
He spread your wetness all over your folds and you tried your best not to let out a sound , just to prove him that you could've resisted if you really wanted to.
Ethan was watching you, your every expression of pleasure he was causing you, your every movement and sound and you knew he wanted you more, he needed more.
"Let me hear you" he demanded, pinning you down on the bed again, making a moan escape from your lips while his his fingers started to stretch you out and his eyes were locked into yours.
"Fuck-" you said before taking a deep and quick breath
"Yes just like that" he smirked down at you and started to kiss your lips, going lower and lower.
You were struggling beneath him but it was the kind of struggle that turned him on, the kind of effort he liked from you and he was just as good as you imagined at making you sweat for it. Yes you've been imagining this all along and you were craving for it. You were dying to feel all of this, to feel him and the more you thought about how many fantasies you had with him the more you felt turned on by them.
His hands were caressing your skin, gripping on it to make sure to leave a mark afterwards so you had no other choice than stick with him.
"Ethan-" you gasped when he started to slide his fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit the right spot and make your eyes roll back. Your hips started to move along with his pace until when you didn't even realize that he had stopped moving and you were just riding them yourself.
He watched you with amusement and excitement, feeling his cock throb just at the thought of how tightly you were gripping his fingers inside of you and how wet you were getting after each pump of them.
His hand moved down to remove his boxers and free himself from the struggle.
You kept rolling your hips forward before he wrapped his huge arm around your waist and quickly switched position so you were on top of him again.
He looked up at you with eyes full of thrist for you and all you did was wrapping your arms around his neck and kiss him, bringing your body even closer to his so your chest was pressed against his.
Your hands slowly moved down his torso before you glanced down at him and he captured your lips in his again.
You adjusted yourself on his lap, biting your lips even harder than before, feeling his hard cock right against your stomach.
"Ride it" he said looking up at you and only then you noticed how bright they were, how much desperation he was holding back since the first moment he met you. He would've begged you if needed but as excited and ready as you were, you preferred to save it for another occasion.
You slowly stood up from him and placed both of your hands on his shoulders while his moved up your back, to bring you closer. He gently helped you down on his cock as you bit your lips to kill another desperate moan, trying to let your mind ignore how big he was and just take it as deeper as you could.
"fuck-" he groaned holding your hips in place, breathing heavily against your skin as you whined at how well he was stretching you out, feeling it throb in anticipation when your wet walls started to grip onto him for dear life.
The pleasure was taking over you as your mind was taken away by his images scrolling right in front of your closed eyes before you suddenly felt his hand moving up your stomach to cup one of your breasts and squeeze it lightly.
"Ethan-" you moaned feeling how hot his skin was against yours and how his lips parted when you looked back at him. Your movements became sloppier when he kissed your mouth and moved down to nibble on the skin of your chest while his hand slowly made its way up to the back of your neck.
"C'mon babe" Ethan said breathless as he noticed how much you were struggling to take it but you were so close to the edge, so close to let it go but holding back to make it last longer.
"I can't-" you cried out as your head fell backwards and your nails dug into his skin before he held you down on the bed once again.
He was still inside of you but he was staring at you, at how beautiful you looked right beneath him, with your cheeks changing shades of pink and your long dark lashes touching the top of your eyes.
"You're so... beautiful" he whispered, bending down to kiss your cheek but moving down your neck to kiss you as if he knew this would've been the first and last time you were doing this.
Your eyes fell shut and all you felt was your body melting within his, the hotness of his skin and the tension in his muscles as he held himself right above you.
"Please Ethan..." you whispered as your hands moved down his arms and his eyes returned to yours and sparkled at your words.
You were trying to read him, to understand what was going on through his mind while he was looking at you like this, if he was even aware of what was going on but his lips were too tempting and you found yourself putting your thoughts aside and kissing him before he started to move back and forth.
"Please?" Ethan asked against your lips as he felt how your grip tightened around his arms and you nodded in response, keeping your eyes closed to savor the moment.
His thrusts were slow and torturous, making yourself wetter and his movements smoother inside you.
“Faster” you moaned and he didn’t hesitate to give you what you asked for.
Ethan sped up his pace, holding you down and hitting the same spot repeatedly to make you arch your back for and more, making your eyes wet with tears and your body burn beneath his.
One of his hands was holding your thigh around him and the other was still holding you in pace as yours were tightening even more around the skin of his arms.
Your chest was rising and falling quickly and the noises he was making were only driving you insane and dangerously close to your break point.
“I wanted you for so long” Ethan said closer to your ear before kissing your jaw and moving down your neck.
His words filled your heart, wrapped around it and squeezed it between your lungs as you felt his love embracing you. You gave in even more.
Your walls clenching over and over again around him, making Ethan’s eyes fall shut and his grasp on you even tighter.
“Me too…” you confessed and watched him move above you as if it was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen in your life and it really was.
You felt the knot in your stomach growing uncontrollably as he keep sliding in and out of you, kissing your lips, trying to be as quiet as possible but it was impossible.
“I’m- going to…” you managed to say between a gasp and another but Ethan kissed you and spoke up again before you could.
“Let go for me” the way he made you shiver just with those words was all you needed to reach the peak.
Your lips parted again and tears steamed down your cheeks before he buried his face in the crook of neck and moaned your name.
“Oh god-“ Your walls clenched painfully as you came all over him and he emptied himself inside of you, groaning against your skin and breathing heavily as pleasure washed over the two of you.
He didn’t move away yet and his eyes slowly met yours once again and you really couldn’t help yourself anymore but smile at how they sparkled at you.
Ethan smiled back at you and hugged you as tight as he could.
All the tension that the night had built, all the losses that you both went through, the fear you experienced when you knew everyone didn’t survive and the joy that hit you when you saw that he was still alive, waiting for you with terror in his eyes as if you were a ghost coming back to take him with you or even an enemy… it was all gone.
You held him with all the strength left in your body and his hand stroked your hair, his lips trailed kissed down your neck as he spoke to you.
“I thought I’d lost you” you smiled at his words and tears fell down your cheeks once again.
“You will never lose me” you met his eyes as you cleft your heart talk to him “never”.
He smiled back at you and kissed your whole face, making sure not to leave any spot unkissed before he laid down with you and held you close to him, to make sure nothing could’ve separated the two of you.
“Never”
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