A/N:
Mature Audiences Only
NSFW (barely)
Just a short nothing, inspired by thoughts of Hybrid!Tom . . .
Erotica, Smutty Smut Smut, Dom!Tom, D/s, Mention of Strapping, Fluff, Insecurity, Drabble
"No, don't look at me . . . " you mewl, pulling the covers up over your head, trying to stop him from staring down at you - even if it is with blatantly hungry eyes - knowing your hair's a mess, makeup streaked with tears - so much less than perfect than he is, even now, after you thought you'd completely wrecked each other just a few minutes ago . . .
Suddenly, the sheet is yanked away from you, stripped all the way down and off the bed, cruelly exposing your naked body as he leans over you, pinning hands that are still in the act of grasping futilely for the relative comfort and safety of the covers to the bed beside your head as he spreads your legs beneath him, forcing your body to open to him submissively in welcome as he snarls, sliding forcibly into you at the same time . . .
"This is the way you should always look, my darling . . .
Thoroughly, harshly strapped,
Made to come until you can no longer recognize or respond to your own name."
He begins to snap his hips, hammering himself powerfully into you as he continues in a feral, uncivilized tone.
"Then fucked so hard you lose your voice while screaming mine . . . "