There he was.
Tom stood like an ancient king, ready to fight the enemy that could strike any second. He carried himself like the wealthiest man on earth, his wallet full of money, money he would spend on one thing only. Her.
Though Tom could only study her from afar, her father's laughter echoed through the casino as he won yet another round, too concentrated to notice how his friend studied (y/n), his daughter. Her father hadn't questioned why she had invited Tom to her birthday party, he had been a part of her life for years, a guiding hand that would protect her. A guiding hand that itched to move, to explore the soft skin he could only dream of.
For years there had been an unspoken tension between the two. As she had turned eighteen she had grown bolder, wearing clothes that left almost nothing to his imagination, teasing him for hours on end, very well knowing that he wouldn't give in that easily.
"(Y/n)," her friend slurred her name, lips pulled into a smile. "You're staring, I bet you'll get lucky tonight." The drunken laugh that followed the words drowned out the gasp that spilled from (y/n)'s lips, instantly averting her eyes. For a moment she allowed herself to fall back into the fantasy she would slip into as her wandering hands took care of the heat between her thighs, the fingers she would fuck herself with - while his name would leave her.
"You're drunk." That seemed to shut her friend up, switching her focus back onto the game as (y/n)'s eyes flickered back to a grinning Tom. He lifted his head and drowned his drink, but not before he winked at her, clearly enjoying her uneasiness. Tonight he would unleash hell, he would make her suffer, would push her to her breaking point. A perfect birthday gift.
Tom felt just as intrigued, he had tried to let go of her, reminding himself that he was her father's best friend, the one he shouldn't betray. But just the thought of fucking (y/n) while she screamed his name had him panting and sweating, hands trying to hide his growing bulge. Tonight he would allow his eyes to linger on her frame, on the dress that hugged her perfectly, the legs he wanted to feel around his waist.
"Darling." (Y/n)'s father called for her, hand waving her towards his table. Her heels met the floor over and over again, carrying her trembling frame. Tom stepped away from her father, giving her enough room to place herself next to him, arms about to touch his side.
Her father kept murmuring words, words she couldn't pay any attention to. Tom's hand found its way to her waist, hidden from other eyes, shielded by his body. Slowly he stroked his thumb along the zipper of her dress, daring to toy with it for a moment or two. How easily he could undress her, ripping the soft fabric off her body, ready to fuck her on the poker table.
"What do you think?" (Y/n)'s father stared at her, waiting for her to tell him which card he should go for. She stuttered her reply, hoping that he wouldn't notice how she began to press herself closer to his best friend, ass about to move against Tom's crotch.
The next moments moved in slow motion, her father placed his card down, Tom's breath met her throat, lips about to touch her ear. (Y/n)'s heart did one summersault after another, pounding against her ribcage. Her father cheered, wiking at his daughter as he collected his chips, counting his win.
"She's my lucky charm."
"Maybe she can be mine for the night, what do you think, birthday girl?" Tom pressed a kiss against the spot behind her ear, careful not to attract any attention. His hands stayed placed on her waist, pressing her closer to his crotch. (Y/n) could feel his cock through the layers of fabric, hard and twitching, begging for her touch.
"I think I need another drink." (Y/n) squeezed his hand before she left the table, deeply exhaling as she moved further away from him. If he won't stop touching her she will lose her patience, frustrated and horny.
It felt almost as if she was eighteen again, with her hands buried inside her panties and her back arched off her back she had called out his name, not noticing how he slowly opened her door, freezing at the sight in front of him. He still cursed himself for not taking a picture of her sweaty frame, like a trophy she had stretched herself out on her bed, spreading her thighs. (Y/n) hadn't noticed him, only as her orgasm had clashed through her she had ripped open her eyes, catching his smirking frame.
How embarrassed she had felt, embarrassed and confused, wondering if he had known about her crush before that day. Not once had Tom addressed this moment, he didn't want to push her away from him, kept his distance with the reminder of her moaning body etched into his mind.
"Beer? How classy." His voice burned on her soul, hands reaching for the bar, stabilizing herself. Their eyes met, freezing time for the sake of her racing heart, silently communicating. (Y/n) followed him out into the night, almost stumbling into him with her hand wrapped around her bottle.
"Will you finally give me my gift now?" With twinkling eyes she took another sip off her beer, slightly tipsy but not drunk enough for her mouth to work against her will. She still had some kind of control over her system, and could guide herself through the ever growing thicket of carelessness. Tom's rough chuckles hallowed through the night, hand cupping her warm cheek, stroking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"So impatient, your father raised you better than that." He moved closer and closer, noses about to touch, finding comfort in the shadows of the night. Utterly unimpeded he ghosted his lips over hers, teasing her whimpering self. (Y/n) tried to chase his mouth, hoping to finally get her taste, but he pushed her away before they could kiss.
Slowly Tom moved his head, kissing her cheek, allowing his lips to linger before he whispered a small "happy birthday". With confusion laced in her gaze she watched him walk back inside, not sparing her another glance. He was toying with her, knowing of the power he held over her.
As she stood there (y/n) seemed to gain more confidence, tonight she would try to change their game, tonight she would make him suffer.
An hour later she was playing a game herself, he was sitting vis-a-vis her, chatting with her father and her friends, not meeting her eyes once. Not even as her heels met his shin, moving higher and higher, forcing him to spread his thighs. (Y/n) had to stifle her giggles, his teeth pierced through his lip, trying to distract himself from the feeling of her foot pressed against his cock.
(Y/n) kept on teasing him, with her red lips and her wide pupils, knowing that even a man like Tom Hiddleston would reach his limits. Limits she longed to explore, limits she wanted to reach and break through.
"Your old man's growing tired. Tom offered to drive you home," her father dipped his head down, lowering his voice. "But I think he has his eyes on the blonde waitress, call me if I should pick you up." With a kiss to her forehead her father left the casino, laughing with the friends that followed him to his house, evening fading away as they would smoke another cigar.
The moment her father left the building (y/n) had tugged on Tom's hand, shifting her weight onto her toes. "The blonde waitress, huh? I didn't think she was your type." Bold as one could be, (y/n) pressed a kiss against his adam's apple, fluttering her eyelashes at the smiling man.
"She isn't. I have my eyes on somebody else." (Y/n) could have kissed him right there and then, but the sound of her giggling friends distracted her for a second too long, letting go of her chance. Tom kept her close, reaching for his glass of whisky, swirling the golden alcohol around before he drowned it.
It felt as if he was trying to build more confidence, hoping to play the right cards, though no longer did he care about the money he had just won. He only cared about her.
"Tell me," he moved them further away from her friends, hoping that nobody was paying any attention to the two of them. "Any wishes you want to share with me, birthday girl?"
(Y/n) studied him, her eyes flickered between his frame and her friends, hands moving towards the button border of his black dress shirt, toying with the darker buttons. Her lips moved on their own, speaking the words she had dreamt of saying, the words that would push her evening into a new direction.
"I want you to fuck me on the new bed you bought." Tom didn't reply, not allowing his smirk to widen, keeping her at arm's length. "Are you sure you want that? I won't be able to hold back once I touch you."
His promise vibrated on her lips, head nodding to confirm her choice of words. (Y/n) seemed to forget about her friends, blindly following him out of the casino. Only now she began to realise what she had asked of him, but she didn't question his movements, slipping into the expensive Jaguar of his.
Tom's scent lingered in the car, the cologne he had worn for years, a significant scent she would always recognise, cursing herself for falling that deep for a man that was twice her age. Something about their age difference had always excited her, just the thought of luring in a man like Tom had boosted her confidence, making her feel as if she owned the world.
"I need you to know that once we enter my apartment I won't let you go." He spoke all too carefree for her, not serious nor intrigued, as if he was telling her about his day while driving them through the dark city. She didn't reply, placed her hand on the one he had moved towards her knee, interlacing their fingers. A simple gesture to ground herself, trying to make herself aware of what was laying ahead of her.
His apartment hadn't changed much since the last time she had seen it, the wide windows gave her a beautiful view onto the silent city, sleeping in its cozy embrace till the first sun rays would tickle it awake.
"Look at me." Tom stood behind her, arms pressed against his sides, patiently waiting for (y/n) to turn around. Her now naked feet tapped against his wooden flooring, she could feel her heart in her throat, about to rip out of her like a bow that pierced through her soft skin. Tom towered over her like a god, knowing which strings he would have to pull to guide her, she was his toy, one he would use tonight to still his insatiable hunger.
The moment their lips met (y/n) felt herself slipping, body hurling towards him, desperate to cling to him like a deer stuck on a floe. Their lips moved in sync, finally tasting one another, exploring the skin they had dreamt of. She followed him towards his bedroom, chasing his lips with a few whines rolling off her tongue.
"I want you naked on all fours." Tom undid the first button of his shirt, his piercing green eyes followed her hands, the trembling fingers that struggled to unzip her dress. (Y/n) couldn't think straight, had to pinch herself, wondering if she was stuck in a dream that felt all too real.
With each piece of fabric that fell off her frame her heat grew, pooling between her thighs, sticking to her skin like a translucent veil. Once fully dressed, now naked she stood in the middle of his bedroom, cautiously crawling onto his mattress. Tom kept his trousers on as he followed her to his bed, running his hands up the back of her thighs, teasing her behind before he pushed two fingers into her.
Her moans fell from her lips like a waterfall that had been searching for a new way, spluttering from her mouth. As her eyes fell close, she found herself back in her own bedroom, thinking of all those nights she had tried to imagine something like this, how he would touch her, how he would take care of her.
"You belong to me, you always have and you always will." Tom spoke, lips meeting her spine, kissing her skin. His fingers kept moving in a steady rhythm, making sure that he was pushing her closer and closer to her limits. A small pretaste of the night he would offer her, the new experiences he would burn into her body.
"Tom, I'm so-" a moan interrupted her, hands tightly fisting his sheets, nails about to rip a hole into the expensive bedding. Her heart was racing, her mind was screaming and her head was pulsing.
"Not yet, I am not done with you." But (y/n) didn't care, maybe she didn't even pay any attention to his order. With the cry of his name (y/n) came undone on his fingers, walls clenching around them, holding onto him. Tom didn't stop his fingers, he fucked her through the first high of the night, smirking against her skin.
Pride, arrogance and lust crashed into one another deep inside of him, he felt like a teenager all over again, finally touching the one girl he had been lusting after for years, wondering if he would ever get a chance to make her his.
"Did I tell you to cum?" She shook her head no, crashing into his mattress as he let go of her, allowing (y/n) to cool down while he took off the rest of his clothes. His cock twitched in his grasp, clearly enjoying the view in front of him. There she was, panting and sweating, spread out on the bed he wouldn't find any rest in. She was always right there, wandering around in his mind, stealing hours of sleep from the busy man.
"It may be your birthday, but since you decided to act up, I need to punish you, you need to know your place." With dilated pupils she caught his dark eyes, he patted his lap, waiting for her to crawl closer, making herself comfortable on his naked thighs.
Tom murmured "count" before his hand met her behind, coaxing a cry out of her. (Y/n)'s hands found his calves, she counted out the numbers, sobbing into her hand while Tom kept on spanking her ass. He made sure to leave marks, painful marks that would remind her of this moment for days.
"Two more, you're doing so well, love." Tom rubbed her skin, giving (y/n) enough time to take a deep breath, preparing herself for the following slaps. The second Tom had reached the final number he pulled her off his lap, chuckling as she tried to reach for him. She needed to distract herself from the pulsing pain that stuck to her.
"As much as I want to feel your pretty lips around me, I need to feel you. All of you." Carefully he pushed her onto her back, crawling up her body like a lion that was preparing to pounce. (Y/n) pulled him in for a kiss, sucking on his tongue, coaxing a deep groan out of him.
The temperature of the room kept on rising, walls catching each and every sound that left the two lovers that could only meet as the moon was standing high.
"My beautiful girl." Tom's head rested in the crook of her neck as he pushed into her, carefully letting (y/n) adjust to his size. Her lips parted, jaw slacked, giving her moans enough room to claw through her. Tom rested perfectly between her thighs, stretching her walls, twitching deep inside of her.
"Move, please." (Y/n)'s hands moved up and down his naked back, placed on his muscles, the shoulder blades that cracked with each breath he took. Fingernails scratched his skin open, leaving marks on the places that would remind him of this very moment.
Tom fucked her carefully at first, hoping that she was feeling comfortable and safe, but the moment his name left her over and over again, his hips began to build a faster rhythm. Skin met skin, hearts danced together in an accelerating beat, hips bruised one another. They were dancing in the fog of lust that surrounded them, clinging to their bodies like a new layer of sweat.
"Right there, please don't stop." (Y/n) tugged on his roots, lips crashing against his to swallow the sound of her moans. Just as he wanted to reply the sound of her ringing phone echoed through the bedroom, eyes snapping towards her phone. Tom froze in his movements, reading the caller ID with a growing smirk on his lips.
"Answer." She wanted to protest but Tom had already reached for her phone, clicking the green button for her. With her trembling hand she pressed it against her ear, mumbling a small "hello?" He picked up his speed once again, fucking her with his own hand placed on her throat, holding her down.
"Darling? Where are you?" Her father's voice rang in her ears, teeth pierced into her lip to stop her moan from leaving her. Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes, she was so close, couldn't concentrate on her father and his worries.
"I'm with Tom," (y/n) stuttered, snarling at the chuckling man above her. He didn't slow down, kept on teasing her with his cock ripping her in half. "I-I didn't want to go home yet, he offered to make us some food."
(Y/n) didn't wait for her father's reply, she ended the call, wrapping her legs around Tom's waist. With another wave of frustration crashing upon her, she flipped them around, now straddling him, riding him to chase her high.
"You're an asshole." His hands supported her movements, eyes studying her rambling self. She squeezed his length, hoping that he was just as close as she was. Two fingers of hers found their way to her clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing herself over the cliff.
His name left her like a prayer, like a broken record, hallowing through the dark room. Her orgasm rocked through her, seeing stars as his rough voice guided her, praising her for being that good. Tom followed her, relieving himself into her tightness, staining her walls with his hot cum.
"Happy Birthday, love." He caught her frame and pulled her into his chest, carefully pulling out of her. Both were laying there for a while, trying to catch their breaths, reliving the past moments, hoping that as the sun would rise they would find one another again, burning new promises and touches into one another's skin.