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during conferences

a/n: this is just a short blurb but it’s smut so... i also didn’t know how to end it... enjoy xx

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving)

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The voices of multiple men spilled into the conference room. Tom adjusted himself in his seat, giving you more access to his lap. You saw many pairs of legs appear under the table and you made sure to avoid bumping into any of them.

Your head faced Tom’s lap, rubbing his lap with a hand. His bulge grew and you pulled out his manhood. You took it in your hands, stroking it up and down before taking it in your mouth. You heard him start talking and used one of your hands to rub his testicles. His voice faltered a bit, but he picked up his voice again. You pulled him slightly out of your mouth and swirled your tongue around his tip. You felt his pre-cum drip onto your tongue and you giggled, sending vibrations down his cock. He reached down and gently pushed your head to take his entire length. You gagged but continued. Your hands stayed on his balls, massaging them. You moved faster, keeping your tongue in movement to give him more pleasure. He felt a tightness in his stomach, then his testicles. He shot his load into your mouth, leaving you with a mouthful of his cum. You could barely keep it all in your mouth, but you were still able to swallow it and wipe the dripping white liquid back into your mouth.

The sound of chairs being scraped against the floor filled your ears, and you looked around, seeing many of the men’s legs disappear. When there were no more pairs of legs left, Tom pushed his chair back, eyes filled with lust. He pulled you out from under the table and onto his lap.

“I have another meeting. It’s going to be in 5 minutes,” you felt his cock hardening against your thigh.

“Why are you so horny all of the time?” You giggled, turning to kiss his cheek.

“Well, I have a beautiful, hot girlfriend, so it’s truly hard to contain,” his hand moved to cup your ass. Raising your skirt, he felt your wetness drip onto his fingers, “No panties, love?” You nodded, gasping lightly.

He lifted you onto his hard length, making you shudder and let out a quiet moan. Your head leaned back onto his shoulder, and he placed gentle kisses on your neck.

“You gotta sit up, darling, the men are going to be here soon. Don’t want them to walk in to see you getting fucked by me, do you?” He whispered.

Just as you adjusted yourself to look natural, men walked into the room, bickering beyond one another. 

“Good afternoon,” Tom said, voice loud and welcoming.

They all nodded at him, placing themselves in their seats. Tom’s hips raised, thrusting himself deep inside of you. Your mouth opened slightly, but you recovered, smiling at the rows of men.

“As you can see, my girlfriend will be joining us today for the meeting,” he informed the confused workers.

None of them argued, afraid of getting murdered. They continued their meeting, ignoring your presence.

Tom continued to thrust into you, talking smoothly. You, on the other hand, struggled to keep quiet or rest your head on his shoulder.

The meeting lasted, more so felt, longer than you wanted. You couldn’t hold back anymore moans for any longer, but luckily, the men were hurriedly exited the room. Once the last man left, Tom rapidly began thrusting into you.

“Such a good girl. Didn’t make a single noise. Gonna make sure you cum, alright darling?” His rasp voice sent tingles down your spine.

You nodded, murmuring, “Uh huh.”

He pounded into you, teasing your clit. You moaned out loudly, encouraging him to go faster. You felt a tightness in your lower core and you came with a loud yell of Tom’s name. He pulled out of you, cumming himself.

“Fuck, darling, felt so good,” he flipped you over to face him and placed a rough kiss on your lips.

“Thank you, Tommy,” your voice mumbled against his lips.

50 and 59 with mob Tom

skin ‘n teeth

❧ prompt: “Why are you so jealous?” & “Bite me.”

❧ pairing: mob!tom x brat!reader

❧ genre: suggestive, slight angst (?)

❧ warnings: mentions of eye-fucking, biting kink, hickeys, manhandling, soft!tom for 0.001 seconds

❧ a/n: so i’ve decided to actually be somewhat active again but not really. i’m changing the format of my work, if you couldn’t tell. please send in more requests because i actually have no ideas anymore so yeah. in another post i’ll explain a little more why i decided to go on a hiatus. you can check it out if you want

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Tom stormed into the room, you trailing right after him. 

“What was that?” He fumed, fists clenching at his sides.

“What was what?” You asked, snapping back at the man.

“You know wha-” Tom takes a deep breath to prevent himself from breaking into a violent state, “You were throwing yourself at Harrison this whole night. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I wasn’t throwing myself at Harrison, Tom,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Yeah, you were throwing certain eyes at him, though,” he snapped, ears growing red with anger.

“And you weren’t?” You glared at your boyfriend.

“I’m pretty sure I’m dating you for a reason, Y/N. If I wanted to get with Haz, I could’ve a while ago,” humor slipped into his tone.

“No, Tom,” you groaned, getting frustrated, “I’m talking about that girl.”

“Analia?” He took the bitterness spreading further on your face as confirmation, “You know I have to entertain her if I want to maintain business with Boivin.”

“Well you don’t have to entertain her to the extent of letting her undress you with her eyes,” you rolled your eyes for about the fiftieth time that night.

“Undress me with her eyes?” Tom let out a dark laugh, “You were doing that to Haz tonight, and besides, I can’t control what she does.”

“You kept responding to her, though,” you feebly spat.

“Why are you so jealous? You know I only have eyes for you,” he said, sighing as if the conversation was tiring him.

His evident worn-out tone made your anger peak. Huffing loudly, you spun on the heel of your foot, exiting the tension-filled room. 

“Where are you going now?” You heard his voice groan behind you.

Your feet carried you down the empty corridor, the clacking of your heels echoing as you rushed away from the Brit. Tom’s voice rang in your ears, demanding you to stop walking. You ignored him as you made your way into your shared bedroom.

Pushing the door closed behind you, you undressed yourself and changed into a comfortable, satin dress. You freed your feet from the restricting shoes, shivering as your feet touched the cold floor. Exchanging the heels for dark grey plush slippers, you made your way onto the balcony, resting your hands on the marble balustrade. You looked up at the dark sea overhead, stars twinkling in the abyss. 

After some time, you heard the sound of a door clicking open behind you but decided to ignore it. A warmth replaced the coolness of your back, and a pair of hands were placed onto your hips. 

“Darling,” you heard the familiar British accent whisper into the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry. Stop ignoring me, please.”

The longer you stayed silent, he progressively became more dominant.

“Babygirl, why are you being such a brat tonight?” Warm, wet lips latched onto your neck, sucking and pulling at the taut skin.

Still not able to elicit any response from you, he worked his way up your neck to your ear, nibbling at the lobe.

“If I were you, I’d respond. You’re already going to get a punishment, do you want it to be even worse?” His deep, husky voice vibrated down your spine. 

“Bite me,” you smirked, tough facade not breaking.

He growled, thrusting his hips into you before his teeth connected with your neck. After getting some successful marks on the skin, he forced you to face him, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your stuck-out ass. Pushing the doors of your room open, he threw you onto the bed, climbing above your figure and leaning down to feast more at your neck.

“Don’t enjoy this too much. I still have to punish you for your behavior tonight.”

With a whimper from your swollen lips, he began ravishing you, starting an endless night of pleasure.

Can you please please do one where mob Tom has to go on like a business meeting for like two months or something and can’t have contact with y/n and in those two months she starts working out and loses a bit of weight and he comes home all proud SMUT PLEASEE Im trying to lose weight and I would literally cry if someone was proud of my weight loss

two-for-one reward

❧ prompt: hard work always pays off, and the prize you get always varies

❧ pairing: mob!tom x reader

❧ genre: suggestive, fluff

❧ warnings: one curse word shit, mentions of hickeys, mentions of horniness, suggestive ending

❧ a/n: i decided to write this for the upcoming week because i have my finals and a lot of work to do for school that i’m stressed about oops so hopefully this’ll be enough content for now. i personally am also exercising, and may i just say, it’s the most rewarding thing ever. tips that i can give are to be do it for yourself and not others, as well as not to put yourself down. don’t stress about your results or not seeing improvement. you’re doing great as it is, and you should be proud that your taking action. i also did not write any smut in this for i don’t feel comfortable writing in such genre anymore, especially because i haven’t been dabbling in that area for a while. like i said in my other post, i will try to return to writing nsfw works, but for now, i will only be writing suggestive. i am so sorry :( i hope the suggestiveness is enough. enjoy xx

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Two weeks ago, Tom had to go on a trip for his business. Though he considered bringing you along, he didn’t want to involve you in the mob business further than you already were. He left you in the safety of his mansion, accompanied by many of his most trusted men. As much as he wanted to leave Harrison, Sam, or Harry with you, he needed them to come along with him on this mission as backup. 

Within the two weeks he had been gone, you had too much free time on your hands. Not being allowed to leave his property or invite friends over, you were left with barely any sources of entertainment.

One day, though, as you were walking down the large halls, two of Tom’s men trailing behind you, you noticed a room you never ventured in before. Letting your curiosity and boredom lead you, you made your way over to the opaque door. Placing a hand on the metal of the door handle, you winced at the chill that spiked the palm of your hand. Pulling the door open, you were met with a rack of weights placed beside the wall and a treadmill beneath a large television. Walking further into the room, on your right, there was a long pool filled with crystal, teal water. 

Turning to the men behind you, you asked, “Who’s gym is this?”

“Mr. Holland’s, of course,” one spoke up, “we usually aren’t allowed in here, though.”

Looking at the large mirror wall, you looked at your physique. You didn’t need to lose weight, as your body was already perfect as it was, but you could improve your muscle strength and stamina. With that, you decided that within the two weeks, to fill your time, you would work out everyday for hours on end. 

At the beginning of this strengthening journey, you were fatigued much more easily than you were compared to the end of the two week span. You ended every jogging session with your hands supporting your body on your knees, sweat dripping down your face, chest heaving as you panted for air. You could barely hold a plank for 15 seconds, and your arms were established to be weaker than you imagined as you dipped down to do your first pushup. Legs bending into a squat, you felt your thighs shaking by the time you reached twentieth rep. Every time you ended every workout, you felt rewarded and were proud when you looked in the mirror to see your figure tightening.

By the thirteenth day, and final day to yourself, you were much stronger and could hold yourself up for much longer. For the short amount of time you had exercised for, your results were extraordinary. You were much skinner and toned than you were when you began. 

That night, you fell asleep in the empty bed once more, your excitement over Tom coming back keeping you awake but the fatigue overpowered it and lulled you to sleep. 

The next morning, you woke bright and early, changing into a long-sleeved, green, lettuce-edged, wrap shirt paired with straight denim jeans. Doing your hair up into a ponytail, you applied a layer of toner and lotion to your face, finishing your look off with a lightly tinted chapstick. 

Rushing down the hallway, you heard the doors opening, followed by the familiar, accented voices.

You saw Tom taking big strides down the corridor you were practically sprinting through and jumped into his arms, shouting, “Tommy!”

“Woah, darling,” he chuckled as you nuzzled your face into the nape of his neck, “I missed you. I guess you missed me too?”

You only nodded in response.

Putting you back onto your feet, Tom looked you up and down, eyes surveying your body, “You look different,” you gave him a look, “In a good way,” he rushed to add on. “You look slimmer and more fit. Did you workout while I was gone? Or am I imagining shit?”

“Actually, i’m quite glad you noticed, but in fact, I did lose weight. I discovered your gym early on and decided to fill my time by working out,” you smiled proudly.

“Not that I didn’t love your body before, you look so hot right now. Would it be weird if I said I’m a little bit turned on?” He asked, a shy grin resting on his face.

“It definitely would be...” you paused for a moment, taking in Tom’s disgruntled expression, “weird if you hadn’t mentioned it. You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

Smirking, he lifted you in his arms, carrying you to the nearest vacant room he could find. His lips were already latched to yours, and, carrying you with one arm, he used his empty hand to strip you from your shirt.

“I’m so proud of you,” he mumbled onto your neck before sucking on the skin, leaving a dark purple mark behind. 

As the day progressed, many more marks were left all over your body that nobody, except for Tom, would be allowed to see: a prize given from Tom for your hard, impressive work.