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,,,,,,,This is an interactive piece of fiction starring yourself, and Tom Hiddleston. It is explicit, and only suitable for people over the age of 18. For content warnings (which may contain spoilers), please [[click here|CWs]].
"You", throughout this will be referred to however you choose, regarding gender and body configuration.
This means you'll need to do a little bit of set-up first.
All you need to do is answer a few questions about yourself, and after that, the story can begin. <<linkappend "''^^Privacy Notice^^''" t8n>>: All data should be stored locally on your device. I can't see what you pick.<</linkappend>>
First, you'll need to input your name. (This can be any name you want, and doesn't have to be your legal name; I recommend first name only, full names read a little clunky).
<<textbox "$name" "" autofocus>>
[[Okay! Got it.|AffSet]]Okay, here's an example of how that'll look.
'He whispered, "You've been such a good <<aff>> for me, $name," as he pressed his fingers inside your <<int>>, making your <<ext>> twitch in response.'
<<if $raff is true and $rint is false and $rext is false>>\
//(Remember, because you picked to randomise terms of endearment, that will change between "kid", "pet", "dear", "darling", and "sweetheart" throughout the story. Everything else above will remain constant throughout.
Be sure you're okay with this before proceeding, as selections can't be changed mid-story.)//\<</if>><<nobr>>
<<endnobr>><<if $rint is true and $raff is false and $rext is false>>\
//(Because you picked to randomise internal parts, that will change between "pussy", "cunt" and "hole" throughout the story. Everything else above will remain constant throughout.
Be sure you're okay with this before proceeding, as selections can't be changed mid-story.)//\<</if>><<nobr>>
<<endnobr>><<if $rext is true and $rint is false and $raff is false>>\
//(Because you picked to randomise external parts, that will change between "cock", "dick", and "clit" throughout the story - it's up to you whether you read that as having both of those things, or whether you're interpreting it as multiple names for the same body part. Everything else above will remain constant throughout.
Be sure you're okay with this before proceeding, as selections can't be changed mid-story.)//\<</if>><<nobr>>
<<endnobr>><<if $raff is true and $rint is true and $rext is false>>\
//(Because you picked to randomise terms of affection and internal parts, these terms will change constantly through the story.
5 gender neutral terms of endearment will be cycled through, and your internal genitals will be referred to as 'pussy', 'cunt', and 'hole' interchangeably.
Your selection for external genitalia will remain constant throughout the story.
Be sure you're okay with this before proceeding, as selections can't be changed mid-story.)//\<</if>><<nobr>>
<<endnobr>><<if $raff is true and $rext is true and $rint is false>>\
//(Because you picked to randomise terms of affection and external parts, these terms will change constantly through the story.
5 gender neutral terms of endearment will be cycled through, and your external genitals will be referred to as 'cock' or 'clit' interchangeably - it's up to you whether you read that as having both of those things, or whether you're interpreting it as multiple names for the same body part.
Your selection for internal parts will remain constant throughout the story.
Be sure you're okay with this before proceeding, as selections can't be changed mid-story.)//\<</if>><<nobr>>
<<endnobr>><<if $rext is true and $rint is true and $raff is false>>\
//(Because you picked to randomise your options for genitals, these terms will change constantly through the story.
Your internal genitals will be referred to as 'pussy', 'cunt', and 'hole' interchangeably, and your external genitals will be referred to as either a cock or a clit - it's up to you whether you read that as having both of those things, or whether you're interpreting it as multiple names for the same body part.
Be sure you're okay with this before proceeding, as selections can't be changed mid-story.)//\<</if>><<nobr>>
<<endnobr>><<if $raff is true and $rint is true and $rext is true>>\
//(Because you picked to randomise everything, these terms will change constantly through the story.
5 gender neutral terms of endearment will be cycled through; your internal genitals will be referred to as 'pussy', 'cunt', and 'hole' interchangeably; and your external genitals will be referred to as either a cock or a clit - it's up to you whether you read that as having both of those things, or whether you're interpreting it as multiple names for the same body part.
Be sure you're okay with this before proceeding, as selections can't be changed mid-story.)//\<</if>><<nobr>>
<<endnobr>><<if $raff is false and $rint is false and $rext is false>>\
//(Be sure you're okay with this before proceeding, as selections can't be changed mid-story.)//\<</if>>
>• [[I'm happy with this|beginproper]]
>• [[No, I need to change something - go back to the start|Start]]<<set $rint = false>>
<<set $rext = false>>
<<set $raff = false>>
<<set $sub = 0>>
<<set $brat = 0>>
<<set $wrong = 0>>
<<set $right = 0>><<widget "int">>
<<silently>>
<<if $rint == true>>
<<set $int = either("cunt","pussy","hole")>>
<</if>>
<</silently>>
$int\
<</widget>><<widget "ext">>
<<silently>>
<<if $rext == true>>
<<set $ext = either("cock","dick","clit")>>
<</if>>
<</silently>>
$ext\
<</widget>>The core premise of this is a consensual teacher/student roleplay. You have the option to opt out of the roleplay element, but will experience some of it.
You may encounter the option to be spanked, depending on how you play. Again, you can opt out.
There are options for penetrative sex in which you are the recipient; oral (both as recipient and provider); frottage; headpats and pet play (including collaring) - all of which you can opt out of.
There are a few routes in which you are locked in once you've decided to go ahead with something - if any of these pose a significant problem, I strongly recommend liberal use of the saves function in the left hand panel so you can jump back to a previous point without having to restart completely.
[[Proceed?|Start]]Next, what pet name would you like used? <<linkappend "''^^Note^^''" t8n>>: Randomise it will switch between gender neutral terms of endearment.<</linkappend>>
>• [[Boy|intset][$aff = "boy"]]
>• [[Girl|intset][$aff = "girl"]]
>• [[Pet|intset][$aff = "pet"]]
>• [[Randomise it|intset][$raff = true]]
>• [[Input your own|affcustom]]Now, I need to know how to refer to the part of you that can be penetrated. You can choose to refuse to be penetrated later in the game, but you have to pick an option now regardless so the game can function. <<linkappend "''^^Note 1^^''" t8n>>: If you pick 'randomise it', this will exclude the possibility of anal, and assume that the reader wishes to be vaginally penetrated.<</linkappend>> <<linkappend "''^^Note 2^^''" t8n>>: Picking a vaginal option will not exclude the possibility of having a penis or having a clitoris that is refered to as one. You're allowed to have both if you want. Likewise, electing to be anally penetrated here does not mean you're locked into choosing to have a penis.<</linkappend>>
>• [[Arse|extset][$int = "arse"]]
>• [[Cunt|extset][$int = "cunt"]]
>• [[Pussy|extset][$int = "pussy"]]
>• [[Hole|extset][$int = "hole"]]
>• [[Randomise it|extset][$rint = true]]
>• [[Input your own|intcustom]]Lastly, how should your external genitals be referred to? <<linkappend "''^^Note 1^^''" t8n>>: 'Randomise it' will switch between all of the listed terms, and the story can be read either as you having both sets of external genitals, or as switching the terms on a lone body part.<</linkappend>>
>• [[Cock|testpage][$ext = "cock"]]
>• [[Dick|testpage][$ext = "dick"]]
>• [[Clit|testpage][$ext = "clit"]]
>• [[Randomise it|testpage][$rext = true]]
>• [[Input my own|extcustom]]What should your internal parts be referred to as?
(Pick one word only or things will display weird. Also, keep it lower case, and don't include quotation marks; just the word as it is.)
<<textbox "$int" "hole" autofocus>>
[[Okay, got it!|extset]]What should your external parts be referred to as?
(Pick one word only or things will display weird. Also, keep it lower case, and don't include quotation marks; just the word as it is.)
<<textbox "$ext" "cock" autofocus>>
[[Okay, got it!|testpage]]What should he use as an affectionate name for you?
(Pick one word only or things will display weird. Also, keep it lower case. Good examples are 'prince', or 'prinxe'. 'sweetheart', 'darling' and even 'kitten' or 'pup' work well too. 'Honey bear', 'my dearest', and your name wouldn't read well. Also, don't include quotation marks; just the word as it is.)
<<textbox "$aff" "dear" autofocus>>
[[Okay, got it!|intset]]<<widget "aff">>
<<silently>>
<<if $raff == true>>
<<set $aff = either("kid", "pet", "dear", "darling", "sweetheart")>>
<</if>>
<</silently>>
$aff\
<</widget>>Thank you for your patience. Now we can [[begin the story|pas1]].You've known Tom for a while. You're on cordial terms. Not best friends, by far, but he knows your name, and he texts you with some degree of regularity. You've had drinks together. You've been to his house once, but largely you meet at restaurants or at mutual friends' places.
And you respect him. You try not to make it weird. He clearly sees you as an equal, so you strive really hard not to freak out about the fact that he likes you when you'd been a fan of his for a couple years before you met.
But you do have a crush on him. And if you thought it was bad before you met him in real life, //man//. It's way worse now.
So it's been tough on you, [[trying to keep that in check.|pas2]]You think you do well, though. Your outlet is your Twitter account. As long as you can follow like-minded fans, and retweet set photos, along with less-invasive press pics, you can rein it in. You don't say you know him in real life on there, obviously, or post any especially identifying information. Because if he found it, and knew it was you, you're afraid he'd be angry. Or he'd be hurt, which is maybe worse.
Or, if he found it and knew it was //someone// he knew, but didn't know exactly who? You have this vision of him suspecting everyone he knows of being...
Well. The photos aren't so bad. And talking with people about how much of a nice person he is? [[That's just pleasant.|pas3]]But you do post fantasies, sometimes.
Nothing crazy explicit.
Just things like,
<<cyclinglink "god he has such nice fingers. I wonder what they'd feel like around my neck." "he has the best taste in shoes. I'd pay good money to have him stand on me." "I wonder just how firm the muscles in his chest are" "he looks like a professor with those glasses." "I'd let him give me detention. Though, if he ever said he was disappointed in me and I've been bad, I'd probably cry. Happy cry or horrified cry? Not sure.">>
[[Send Tweet.|pas4]]And, well.
Honestly, you blame other people. Sure, you had a bit of a teacher kink before, but ever since someone first pointed out to you that he looks kind of like a professor, you've been consumed with the idea.
One time, when you were out grabbing a quick coffee with Tom, you picked up on his allusions to an obscure play. He smiled at you and called you a good <<aff>>. You were thankful your name got called to collect your order at that exact second, because it distracted you and distanced you from him enough that you don't think he saw the bright red flush that crept onto your cheeks.
But one day, he asks you to come to his home, [[out of the blue.|pas5]]You go, of course. Most things are easy to drop when the alternative is time with Tom.
When you arrive at his door, he opens it with a smile that is as warm as friendly and welcoming as you're used to from him, but something? Something feels off, and you can't quite place it.
But he ushers you in, sits you down, offers you a drink, maybe a cup of tea?
>• [[I'd love a cuppa.|pas6][$drink = "tea"; $cont = "cup"]]
>• [[Coffee would be great, please!|pas6][$drink = "coffee"; $cont = "mug"]]
>• [[You don't happen to have any hot chocolate, do you?|pas6][$drink = "hot chocolate"; $cont = "mug"]]He nods, and nips through, makes himself a cuppa as he gets your $drink, humming a tune you can't place as he grabs the milk out the fridge. He brings your $cont, and you hold it delicately on your lap.
"So, how have you been?" you ask, still trying to keep it casual, dedicating at least 12% of your brain power towards not letting your hands shake with nerves, not even when he's standing there, wearing a tight fitted v neck under a suit jacket.
"I've been good, $name. How about you?"
And you tell him. You play catch up from when you last saw each other - it's been a little over a month since you had a chance, what with him doing a shoot [[somewhere about 60 miles off.|pas7]]You slowly drink your $drink. Your body feels warmer, except your cheeks which seem to be calming down to normal.
And for a little while, you remember how easy it can be when it's just the two of you and you aren't letting your crush pilot the wheel.
And then he cuts himself off mid sentence.
"I-- I apologise for being rude in advance. And for asking you here under false pretences. I didn't just want you here for a drink and a catch up - I've got something else to discuss."
You laugh nervously. Ask, "[[well, what is it?|pas8]]"Tom blows on his tea to try cool it, and you notice that he's avoiding looking at you.
"So... Last time we were out, you, er. You went up to grab our drinks, and left your phone behind on the table. I didn't mean to look, but you got a notification from Twitter. Which I thought was interesting because you said you didn't have Twitter. And the notification had my name in it. So, um. I got, honestly, a little worried. In case... Well.
"I- I apologise for intruding. I was concerned. So I surreptitiously took down your username and looked you up later."
There's a short lull.
>• [[Apologise|pas9][$sorry = true]]
>• [[Remain silent|pas9][$silent = true]]
>• [[Justify yourself|pas9][$justify = true]]<<if $sorry is true>>You begin to apologise, but the word 'sorry' is barely past your lips when he holds up a hand to silence you.
"If you could let me finish?"
You can only nod at this point, sheepishly looking at the $drink you know now will go cold because you can't possibly think of picking it up when your hands are shaking this badly.
"I... I was impressed with how you handled it."
Not what you were expecting. You quickly look up at him, [[mouth open.|pas10]]<</if>><<nobr>>
<<endnobr>><<if $silent is true>>You stare blankly at him, like a deer in the headlights.
You know there's nothing you could possibly say that could make this better.
So when he says, "I... I was impressed with how you handled it"?
Well, it certainly wasn't what you were expecting. You quickly look up at him, [[mouth open.|pas10]]<</if>><<nobr>>
<<endnobr>><<if $justify is true>>You start to say, "I can explain-", but he holds up a hand to silence you.
"If you could let me finish?"
You can only nod at this point, sheepishly looking at the $drink you know now will go cold because you can't possibly think of picking it up when your hands are shaking this badly.
"I... I was impressed with how you handled it."
Not what you were expecting. You quickly look up at him, [[mouth open.|pas10]]<</if>>"Frankly, my fears were that you were secretly using the fact you knew me to gain online clout. Thought maybe you were telling strangers my business. That's the only reason I looked at first - making sure you weren't being rude.
"But, no. I looked back a while and never saw mention of you knowing me in person. And I quietly kept checking for updates, making sure you hadn't just... Deleted the things involving our meetings. But there was nothing of the sort.
"For someone who writes about how much you want choked by me, you're very respectful. I saw you asking people not to share paparazzi photos a few times."
You sit, trying to figure out what to say to that.
What //can// you say to that?
>• "[[I'm truly sorry I worried you like that. I'd never jeopardise our friendship by using you as a tool for my own fame.|pas11][$sub += 1]]"
>• "[[I'm sorry if what I posted made you uncomfortable. I can take it down.|pas11][$sub += 1]]"
>• "[[I wish I could be sorry. But I've made so many good friends through it that I can't.|pas11][$brat += 1]]"<<if $sub gte 1 and $brat lte 0>>Against all odds, he smiles at you.
"You have no need to be sorry. I don't want to control your online space."<</if>><<nobr>>
<<endnobr>><<if $brat gte 1 and $sub lte 0>>\
"That's fair enough," he replies with a small smirk. "I'm sure your friends are lovely people. But I'm not looking for an apology."<</if>>
He finishes his tea, and places his cup down gingerly.
"Besides; your Twitter is only part of what I called you over here for."
You ask,
>• "[[Did I do something more embarrassing than that?|pas12][$sub += 1; $emb = true]]"
>• [[nothing. There's nothing you can really say, is there?|pas12][$brat += 1]]<<if $emb is true>>"No," he laughs, and he's leaning closer to you now. "No, I... Honestly, I was a little inspired, by some of the things you said."
"...You were?"
<</if>>\
"If you don't want to make those fantasies realities, if I'm missing the mark, please, tell me now. Because I've been thinking about you in a whole new light ever since I saw your words."
>• "[[I'd love to make this into a reality with you.|pas13a]]"
>• "[[...Much as I appreciate the offer, I think I enjoy the idea of fucking you more than I want the reality of it.|nothankyou]]"He smiles, and in a swift step, he's looming over you, delicately taking your $cont from you, setting it aside on a coaster.
Then he leans in with his hand on your cheek to kiss you, firm and full.
You feel your <<ext>> twitch in response, and you know you're weak for him but you don't care. This is a weakness you're proud to have.
"Follow me," he orders with a small smirk, and he doesn't look back to make sure you're following once he begins walking purposefully out the door. And of course you scramble out of your seat, fall into step behind him as he leads you towards another room, one you've never been inside before.
He holds the door open, and you find yourself entering a small library, thick tomes and well thumbed through paperbacks alike lining every spare inch of the walls, with a large wooden desk in the middle, a leather-back chair behind, facing an [[ornate but far less comfortable wooden chair.|pas14]]He pulls back, and immediately begins to apologise
"I'm so sorry. That was incredibly presumptuous of me.
"No that's a fair thing to assume considering."
"Still. Please, feel free to finish your $drink. We can, er- I mean, you can leave or stay as long as you like." He wrings his hands, rising to pace.
"Please don't get me wrong - I'd still love to be on friendly terms with you, if you're comfortable with that."
"Of course! Of course. You're a good friend, and I have a lot of respect for you." He closes his eyes, scrunches them up, shakes his head a little. "I really am so sorry. If you wouldn't mind, could we forget about this? I'll try make it up to you, but- if we could go forward with a clean slate otherwise?"
[["Don't worry about it. I'm absolutely flattered you asked. If it'll make you feel better, you can buy me a drink sometime, but you don't have to."|noty2]]He smiles over at you, and thanks you for your time and honesty, sincerely.
And you know you're happy with your decision. Because, if you're honest with yourself? The fantasy is a wonderful thing, and you'll keep on enjoying it.
But reality is harsh, and you have no idea if it would measure up to the fantasy. And if it didn't? You'd know, then, that it wasn't really like that.
Besides. If you slept with him, and it didn't work out as a relationship, then you'd risk losing the friendship you had, too.
Mostly, though, you're thankful. His understanding made your heart swell with gratitude. That he didn't cut you out entirely at first. That you didn't get yelled at over it. Ordered to take it down. And you hadn't hurt or upset him wth your posts.
You're lucky. You've got an incredibly good friend in him.
He just so happens to be a friend who is both famous, and incredibly attractive.
[[>>|end1]]You finished the "Just Friends" route! Thank you for playing.
I hope you enjoyed this! Please feel free to leave a comment at <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/26460991" target="_blank">my Ao3</a> if you did :)
[[Try again from the start?|Reset]]"You will sit," he tells you, waving to the wooden chair.
<<if $sub gte 1 and $brat lte 1>>\
You do, of course.<</if>>\
\
<<if $sub lte 0 and $brat gte 2>>\
\You don't, immediately, looking at him with some defiance. You may be weak for him, but you don't take orders well.
But he stares you down, extends a hand, and repeats himself, firmer.
So you do. You want this to keep going after all, don't you?<</if>>\
He takes his own place in the leather one, leaning foward over the table with his fingers steepled, regarding you with a raised eyebrow. And once you do as you're told, biting your lip slightly, he whispers, "From here on out, if anything is too much, you will say, 'Ophelia', and I will stop immediately. Is that understood?"
It trips off your tongue without thought.
>• "[[Yes, sir.|pas15]]"With a smile, he says, "good", and leans back, pulling a pen and notebook from the top drawer.
"Now, you see, I've brought you here today because..." He lets out a sigh. "$name, you're a clever <<aff>>. I'm just... looking at your grades. You can do better than this, and you know it."
It clicks into place immediately.
He'd read the professor tweets. Well, of course he had; there'd been a lot of them.
>• "[[I'm sorry sir. What can I do to make it up to you?|pas16][$sub += 1; $soz = true]]"
>• "[[I've been trying! I'm doing my best.|pas16][$brat += 1; $def = true]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 1]]"<<if $soz is true>>He taps the end of his pen to his lip as he looks you in the eye.
"You'll have to answer a few questions. Because I know you have a good brain in there - you're just not applying it."
You feel bare as his gaze slowly rakes up and down your body. And you realise that you're not just being assessed on what's in your skull, but on everything else sitting before him.
His face is inscrutable. Nerves begin to eat at you.
You just nod. He smiles a little at that.
"Good <<aff>>. Now, sit up straight." He hands you a piece of paper, and another pen. "I'll give you multiple choice questions. I just want you to write down the correct one. Understood?"
>• "[[Understood.|Q1]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $def is true>>"Evidently you've not been trying hard enough," he comments, tone firm, with a slightly raised eyebrow.
You feel bare as his gaze slowly rakes up and down your body. And you realise that you're not just being assessed on what's in your skull, but on everything else sitting before him.
His face is inscrutable. Nerves begin to eat at you.
He slides a piece of paper and a pen over to you. "Now be good for me, won't you? I'm about to read you out multiple choice questions. Just write down the correct answer for me, nothing more, nothing less. Is that simple enough for you?"
You look up at him and nod, taking the pen in hand.
>• "[[Okay. I'm ready.|Q1]]"<</if>>He drops the act immediately.
"Are you okay?" he asks, brow furrowed with concern.
>• "[[I don't know if I can do the teacher/student roleplay. I'm sorry.|tapout no t/s]]"\
\<<if $right lte 1 and $wrong gte 2>>• "[[It's being told I'm doing badly at anything. Sorry.|tapout no bad grades]]"<</if>>
>• "[[I think I need to... not do this at all, actually.|noty2]]"Tom nods, runs a hand down your cheek.
"I can just make love to you as myself, if that's what you'd prefer."
>• "[[Yes, please.|no tsr checkpoint1][$notsr = true]]"
>• "[[I think I might have to tap out entirely, actually.|noty3]]""You don't need to apologise. Thank you for telling me something was wrong."
You bow your head, unsure how to proceed.
He offers, "Do you want me to treat you like a teacher's pet, then? As if you got everything right, and just praise you? Or do you want to drop the roleplay altogether?"
>• "[[I'd like to keep going, and just... pretend I got things right?|passrouteselect][$right += 5]]
>• "[[I think I'd like to drop the roleplay and start again as just ourselves.|tapout no t/s]]""Why does Marcellus urge Horatio to speak to the ghost in the first act of Hamlet?
(Ah. It strikes you suddenly - you'd tweeted about him looking like a literature professor at one point, and how much you'd love to learn Shakespeare from him. He really had read everything. You feel somewhat exposed. But you listen carefully to the answers he provides regardless.)
>• "[[Because Horatio is the only one who is not afraid.|Q2][$wrong += 1]]"
>• "[[Horatio has attended University, so must know how to deal with ghosts.|Q2][$right += 1]]"
>• "[[Because Horatio is the most religious there, thus has a deeper connection with the spiritual realm.|Q2][$wrong += 1]]"Once you've finished scribbling down your answer, you look up at him. You have no idea what he's thinking.
And you kind of like that.
He then asks,
"What is the symbolism of the 'savage bull' in Much Ado About Nothing?"
>• "[[The idea of a lawless world|Q3][$wrong += 1]]"
>• "[[The soldier, honourable and willing to give his life for his country|Q3][$wrong += 1]]"
>• "[[Marriage, cuckoldry, and Zeus himself.|Q3][$right += 1]]"You blush lightly at the mention of cuckoldry, but keep your head down and write your answer, trying to keep a straight face.
He looks over at you, and though you can't see it, you can feel his gaze warm on your skin. You squirm in your seat.
Licking his lips, he announces, "Alright. Last question."
You straighten your back, listening attentively.
"What token of love does Posthumus give to Imogen, in Cymbeline?"
>• "[[A bracelet|marking][$right += 1]]"
>• "[[A diamond ring|marking][$wrong += 1]]"
>• "[[A diadem|marking][$wrong += 1]]"You answer, and he extends his hand for you to return the worksheet to him.
He reads over, and looks up at you.
<<if $right gte 2 and $wrong lte 1>>"I knew you had a good mind in there."
He rounds the desk to lean on it beside you, towering above you in your seat, and cupping your cheek.
"What can I do to make sure you keep this up? I'll do anything to keep you meeting my expectations."
You shake a little, swallow thickly as you say,
>• [[I think I need to be gently guided. I need rewards to keep it up.|gentle]]
>• [[Maybe you could punish me whenever I get a question wrong, to keep me in line.|rough]]<</if>>\
\
<<if $wrong gte 2 and $right lte 1>>"You're better than this, $name, I know you are. What do you need from me to get this into that wonderful brain of yours? Do you need me to reward you more? Treat you well? Or should I be harder on you?"
He stands, comes around the desk to lean on it, towering above you in your seat, and cupping your cheek.
"Tell me. I'll do anything to get the best out of you."
>• "[[I think you should punish me. Maybe then it would sink in.|rough]]"
>• "[[I need to be taught gently, sir. I need to be guided by a skilled hand.|gentle]]"
<</if>>
>• "[[Ophelia|tapout 1]]"<<if $sub gte 2 and $right gte 2>><<goto subpassrough>><</if>>
<<if $sub gte 2 and $wrong gte 2>><<goto subfailrough>><</if>>
<<if $brat gte 2 and $right gte 2>><<goto bratrightrough>><</if>>
<<if $brat gte 2 and $wrong gte 2>><<goto bratfailrough>><</if>><<if $sub gte 2 and $right gte 2>><<goto subpassgentle>><</if>>
<<if $sub gte 2 and $wrong gte 2>><<goto subfailgentle>><</if>>
<<if $brat gte 2 and $right gte 2>><<goto bratrightgentle>><</if>>
<<if $brat gte 2 and $wrong gte 2>><<goto bratfailgentle>><</if>>"Are you okay?" he asks, brow furrowed with concern.
>• "[[I don't know if I can do the teacher/student roleplay. I'm sorry.|tapout no t/s]]"
>• "[[I think I need to... not do this at all, actually.|noty3]]"
<<if $right lte 1 and $wrong gte 2>>>• "[[It's being told I'm doing badly at anything. Sorry.|tapout no bad grades]]"<</if>>He smiles at you. "Would you like it if I gave you a collar? Made you sit on the floor?"
>• "[[I would love that.|hppp][$collar = true]]"
>• "[[Actually, just treating me sweet and maybe kissing me is... all I think I'm able to do today.|hpnpp][$collar = false]]""If you're sure," he checks, and you nod, quickly moving to kneel before him.
"You're keen," he notes, and unbuckles his belt, unzips, and frees his half-hard cock. "Far be it from me to discourage initiative."
You waste no time; you swallow it, far as you can take it, and suck, feel it stiffening between your lips. You look up, and see him smiling down at you.
"Such a good <<aff>>, $name. Such a talented mouth."
Humming in approval at the praise, you see his eyelids flutter shut.
[[You work your tongue against the length, and he rests his hand on your head, petting gently.|bjheadpat]]"If you're sure," he checks, and you nod.
He hoists you up onto the desk, and pulls you into a firm kiss, wiggling your hips closer until you feel the bulge of his cock rubbing between your thighs.
"You're gorgeous, you know," he insists, pressing kisses to your neck as he grinds against your thigh. "I've been thinking about what I could do to you for weeks now."
You shiver, and ask, "Did you foresee this being an option?"
He shakes his head.
"I didn't. Clever little thing; always surprising me."
Adjusting, he pulls you closer, his cock rubbing against your <<ext>> through your clothes.
[[You tighten your hold on him.|frotnext]]"Of course, my sweet <<aff>>."
Tom runs his fingers down your cheek, and rests his hand on the nape of your neck. Your <<ext>> twitches again, and you feel your breath catch in your lungs.
"I suppose you are due a reward for your good mark, aren't you? You got $right out of three correct, and progress like that should be recognised."
With his other hand, he runs his fingers down your arm, and gently pushes up your shirt, just enough to expose the faintest hint of skin.
"You'll be good for me and take this off, won't you?"
>• "[[I will.|g2sp shirtoff or not][$soff = true]]"
>• "[[I'd rather keep it on, if that's okay?|g2sp shirtoff or not][$soff = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|tapout 2]]""You mess up the quiz that badly, and you want me to go easy on you?"
Tom runs his fingers down your cheek, and rests his hand on the nape of your neck. Your <<ext>> twitches again, and you feel your breath catch in your lungs.
"I suppose you know how you learn best. But be warned; if I don't see an improvement in you soon, I'll have to be rougher with you. You understand, of course."
With his other hand, he runs his fingers down your arm, and gently pushes up your shirt, just enough to expose the faintest hint of skin.
"You'll be good for me and take this off, won't you?"
>• "[[Of course,|g2sf shirtoff or not][$soff = true; $sub += 1; $brat -= 1]]" Submissive, eager to please.
>• "[[I'd rather keep it on, if that's okay?|g2sf shirtoff or not][$soff = false]]" Hesitant, genuine, worried.
>• "[[Ophelia|tapout 2]]""You think you deserve to be treated gently, with a cocky attitude like yours?"
Tom runs his fingers down your cheek, and rests his hand on the nape of your neck. Your <<ext>> twitches again, and you feel your breath catch in your lungs.
"I suppose you are due a reward for your good mark, aren't you? You got $right out of three correct, and progress like that should be recognised."
With his other hand, he runs his fingers down your arm, and gently pushes up your shirt, just enough to expose the faintest hint of skin.
"You're lucky you're so smart, so cute. Otherwise I might not be so obliging. A sweet face and a sharp mind like yours will get you far in life, <<aff>>. Now, be good, and take this off for me," he requests, pulling on your shirt.
>• "[[Of course.|g2br shirtoff or not][$soff = true; $sub += 1]]"
>• "[[Sorry, I'd rather keep it on.|g2br shirtoff or not][$soff = false]]"
>• "[[No.|g2br shirtoff or not][$brat += 1; $bratsoff = true]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|tapout 2]]""You think you deserve to be treated gently?"
Tom runs his fingers down your cheek, and rests his hand on the nape of your neck. Your <<ext>> twitches again, and you feel your breath catch in your lungs.
"You come to me with an attitude like this, and a mark like that, and you really want me to treat you well?"
With his other hand, he runs his fingers down your arm, and gently pushes up your shirt, just enough to expose the faintest hint of skin.
"You're lucky you're so cute. Otherwise I might not be so obliging. A sweet face like yours will get you far in life, <<aff>>. Now, be good, and take this off for me," he asks, pulling on your shirt.
>• "[[Of course.|g2bf shirtoff or not][$soff = true; $sub += 1]]"
>• "[[Sorry, I'd rather keep it on.|g2bf shirtoff or not][$soff = false]]"
>• "[[No.|g2bf shirtoff or not][$brat += 1; $bratsoff = true]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|tapout 2]]"<<if $soff is true>>You strip your top half, dropping your garments into a pile on the floor.
Immediately he leans in to kiss the exposed skin, along your collarbones and down to your chest, flicking his tongue across your nipples.
"Fuck, you're magnificent, $name."
He regards you like one might look at a gallery piece, wide-eyed and wonderstruck.
"And the rest? Will you strip for me, my sweet <<aff>>?"
>• "[[Yes, sir|g3sp pants off][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[Can you do it for me?|g3sp stripped][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|g3sp minor tapout][$boff = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $soff is false>>He nods, and pulls his hand away.
"Of course," he whispers, apologetic. "I imagine you're every bit as beautiful unclothed as you are now, but if you're not comfortable, I won't force you."
Your heart flutters a little at how considerate he's being about this, even when you're clearly deviating from his plan.
"What about the rest? How much do you want to take off?"
You can tell he's breaking character a little, just to make you comfortable.
>• "[[I can take the rest off for you - I just don't want my shirt off.|g3sp pants off][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[The rest is fine, but... Can you do it for me?|g3sp stripped][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|g3sp minor tapout][$boff = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"<</if>><<if $soff is true>>You strip your top half, dropping your garments into a pile on the floor.
Immediately he leans in to kiss the exposed skin, along your collarbones and down to your chest, flicking his tongue across your nipples.
"Fuck, you're magnificent, $name."
He regards you like one might look at a gallery piece, wide-eyed and wonderstruck.
"And the rest? Will you strip for me, my sweet <<aff>>?"
>• "[[Yes, sir|g3sf pants off][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[Can you do it for me?|g3sf stripped][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|g3sf minor tapout][$boff = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $soff is false>>He nods, and pulls his hand away.
"Of course," he whispers, apologetic. "I imagine you're every bit as beautiful unclothed as you are now, but if you're not comfortable, I won't force you."
Your heart flutters a little at how considerate he's being about this, even when you're clearly deviating from his plan.
"What about the rest? How much do you want to take off?"
You can tell he's breaking character a little, just to make you comfortable.
>• "[[I can take the rest off for you - I just don't want my shirt off.|g3sf pants off][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[The rest is fine, but... Can you do it for me?|g3sf stripped][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|g3sf minor tapout][$boff = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"<</if>>\<<if $soff is true>>You strip your top half, dropping your garments into a pile on the floor.
Immediately he leans in to kiss the exposed skin, along your collarbones and down to your chest, flicking his tongue across your nipples.
"Fuck, you're magnificent, $name."
He regards you like one might look at a gallery piece, wide-eyed and wonderstruck.
"And the rest? Will you strip for me?"
"[[Sure.|g3bp pants off][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
"[[Can you do it for me?|g3bp stripped][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
"[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|g3bp minor tapout][$boff = false]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $soff is false>>He nods, and pulls his hand away.
"Of course," he whispers, apologetic. "I imagine you're every bit as beautiful unclothed as you are now, but if you're not comfortable, I won't force you."
Your heart flutters a little at how considerate he's being about this, even when you're clearly deviating from his plan.
"What about the rest? How much do you want to take off?"
You can tell he's breaking character a little, just to make you comfortable.
"[[I can take the rest off for you - I just don't want my shirt off.|g3bp pants off][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
"[[The rest is fine, but... Can you do it for me?|g3bp stripped][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
"[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|g3bp minor tapout][$boff = false]]"
"[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $bratsoff is true>>
"You'll still defy me?" he smirks. "Fine. You keep your shirt on. But know that if you keep this up, I won't keep being gentle with you."
[[Stubbornly keep your mouth shut, cross your arms over your chest.|g2bp big brat hours][$brat += 2]]
[[Comply, and take it off, to keep him happy.|g2bp bratapology][$sub += 1; $brat -= 1; $boff = true]]
[[Break character to explain that you're really not comfortable taking it off.|g2bp no bc uncomfortable][$brat -= 1; $boff = false]]
"[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"<</if>><<if $soff is true>>You strip your top half, dropping your garments into a pile on the floor.
Immediately he leans in to kiss the exposed skin, along your collarbones and down to your chest, flicking his tongue across your nipples.
"Fuck, you're magnificent, $name."
He regards you like one might look at a gallery piece, wide-eyed and wonderstruck.
"And the rest? Will you strip for me?"
>• "[[Sure.|g3bf pants off][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[Can you do it for me?|g3bf stripped][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|g3bf minor tapout][$boff = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]<</if>>\
\
\<<if $soff is false>>He nods, and pulls his hand away.
"Of course," he whispers, apologetic. "I imagine you're every bit as beautiful unclothed as you are now, but if you're not comfortable, I won't force you."
Your heart flutters a little at how considerate he's being about this, even when you're clearly deviating from his plan.
"What about the rest? How much do you want to take off?"
You can tell he's breaking character a little, just to make you comfortable.
>• "[[I can take the rest off for you - I just don't want my shirt off.|g3bf pants off][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[The rest is fine, but... Can you do it for me?|g3bf stripped][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|g3bf minor tapout][$boff = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $bratsoff is true>>
"You'll still defy me?" he smirks. "Fine. You keep your shirt on. But know that if you keep this up, I won't keep being gentle with you."
>• [[Stubbornly keep your mouth shut, cross your arms over your chest.|g2bf big brat hours][$brat += 2]]
>• [[Comply, and take it off, to keep him happy.|g2bf bratapology][$sub += 1; $brat -= 1]]
>• [[Break character to explain that you're really not comfortable taking it off.|g2bf no bc uncomfortable][$brat -= 1]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"<</if>>You strip for Tom, dropping your clothes to the floor. He bends to pick them up, and throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it.
Then he picks you up in one deft motion - stronger than he looks, with the ease he does it with - and places you on top of the desk, facing him. A shudder runs through you as the cold wood connects with your arse.
"You're exquisite," he whispers, kneeling between your legs. You want to cover yourself, to hide, but his fingers pry your knees apart so he can //look// at you.
"Truly, you're beautiful," he continues, reaching out delicate fingers to gently rub your <<ext>>, sending another violent shiver down your spine. You grip onto the edge of the desk to ground yourself.
>• "[[Fuck, yes, please sir.|g4sf suck][$sub += 1]]"
>• "[[Actually, I think I have a better idea.|g4sf other]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom leans in and slowly undresses you, kissing your neck as he does so. He drops your clothes to the floor, bends to pick them up, and throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it.
Then he picks you up in one deft motion - stronger than he looks, with the ease he does it with - and places you on top of the desk, facing him. A shudder runs through you as the cold wood connects with your arse.
"You're exquisite," he whispers, kneeling between your legs. You want to cover yourself, to hide, but his fingers pry your knees apart so he can //look// at you.
"Truly, you're beautiful," he continues, reaching out delicate fingers to gently rub your <<ext>>, sending another violent shiver down your spine. You grip onto the edge of the desk to ground yourself.
"A sweet <<aff>> like you deserves to feel good. I'm going to suck on your <<ext>> 'til you see stars."
>• [[You let him.|g4sf suck][$sub += 1]]
>• [[You stop him.|g4sf other]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom pauses, pulls back a little.
"If you don't want to take your clothes off, we may need to reassess this. Is there something else you'd rather do instead of having sex?"
You think.
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|clothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me through clothes?|clothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|clothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[I changed my mind, sorry - I'll strip.|g3sf pants off]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"He wastes no time. He leans forward, and licks you, sucks you, firm and forceful, fingers squeezing your thighs.
And you watch him. And try to let it sink in that you're really seeing Tom Hiddleston's mouth around your <<ext>>.
It draws a moan from your throat, entirely unintentional. This is happening to you.
His technique is wonderful; not so fast you feel like you're going to come before things go any further, but not so slow you're frustrated. He keeps you balanced on the edge before bringing you back down again, pulling back to kiss your thighs, your stomach.
But, after some more time in the blissful heat of his mouth, he pulls all the way back, a little bit of what might be his spit or might be you still linking his lower lip to your <<ext>>, but that's all.
"Much as I'd love to continue, I feel we have other things we could be doing."
>• [[You agree, nodding once, incapable of much more|g5sf prep][$sub += 1]]
>• [[You shake your head. There are other things, certainly, but you really want to come in his mouth. You tell him as much.|g5sf oral2]]"Are you okay?" he asks, brow furrowed with concern.
<<if $condom is false>>"[[Is it okay if we do use a condom after all?|yescondom][$condom = true]]<</if>>\
\<<if $condom is true>>"[[Is it okay if we don't use a condom after all?|nocondom][$condom = false]]<</if>>
"[[Could we maybe do something... Non-penetrative?|tapout 3 nofuck]]"
"[[I think I'd like to stop now. Sorry, I just- I don't think I can deal with having sex right now|noty3]]?"<<if $sonohead is true>>"I will. I promise." Tom squeezes your thigh, and falls right back into character.<</if>>\
\He grins at you, looking almost predatory, and you stay frozen in place.
"I'm going to fuck you," he tells you with so much confidence you're not sure if it's even up for debate. "I'm going to feel every inch of you."
He leans over to the drawer your clothes aren't locked in, and pulls out a bottle. Places it beside you. It looks so ornate, so much like a perfume bottle, but from the context you're in, you're don't think that's what's in it.
Then he withdraws a strip of condoms, and asks, "Will we be needing these?"
>• "[[Yes please, sir.|g6sf fuck][$condom = true]]"
>• "[[No. I want to feel you bare.|g6sf fuck][$condom = false]]"
>• "[[...Actually, I'm not sure if I want to be fucked.|gb6sf nofuck][$condom = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"He's still close enough you feel his laughter, and it makes your <<ext>> twitch again.
"Greedy <<aff>>. So be it."
He resumes his efforts, and it's different this time. He's not treating it like foreplay - this is now the main event, and you didn't realise how different that would make it.
He moves faster, for a little while, his tongue flicking across your <<ext>> quick enough it draws a series of whimpers from you and you don't even care what you sound like.
Then he slows, torturously slow, sucking you, releasing you, looking up to meet your gaze.
You whisper, pleas to go faster, and you're ignored, at first.
Then when he does again, you wrap your fingers in his hair and cry out.
You're close. You're so close. You tell him, and you know he understands despite your words being muddled because you can't //think//, [[you can only feel.|g6sf oral3 finish]]<<if $condom is true>>With a swift nod, he kisses you, and unbuckles his belt, unzips just enough to let his cock free.
You can feel him against your thigh, and he's already hard. You suspect he's been hard the whole time he's been teasing you.
Without breaking away from the kiss, you feel him unwrap the foil, and roll it down his length.
He finally pulls away, and grabs the bottle. Squeezes out a little of a white liquid, and you realise it's lube. He slicks his cock with it first, giving you the opportunity to see it for the first time.
He's well hung. Not so thick and long you're afraid it will hurt, but thick and long enough you know it'll fill you.
Your <<int>> feels hot with want. And when he looks up at you, you know he can read it in your face.
He lifts the bottle again, to squeeze some more onto his fingertips, and tells you, "I'm going to get you nice and ready, alright, $name?"
>• [[You nod. You let him.|g7sf prep]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>With a swift nod, he kisses you, and unbuckles his belt, unzips just enough to let his cock free.
You can feel him against your thigh, and he's already hard. You suspect he's been hard the whole time he's been teasing you.
He pulls away, and grabs the bottle. Squeezes out a little of a white liquid, and you realise it's lube. He slicks his cock with it first, giving you the opportunity to see it for the first time.
He's well hung. Not so thick and long you're afraid it will hurt, but thick and long enough you know it'll fill you.
Your <<int>> feels hot with want. And when he looks up at you, you know he can read it in your face.
He lifts the bottle again, to squeeze some more onto his fingertips, and tells you, "I'm going to get you nice and ready, alright, $name?"
>• [[You nod. You let him.|g7sf prep]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<</if>>"Oh?" he asks, tilting his head a little. "What would you prefer?"
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|unclothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me other through clothes?|unclothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|unclothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[I changed my mind, sorry - I do want to.|gb6sf fuckcheck]]"
>• "[[Can we stop entirely?|noty3]]"Tom slips a single testing finger into your <<int>>, and a gasp escapes you.
"Love it when you're spread like this for me."
Pressing another into you, he kisses your neck.
"You tell me when you're ready."
You let him work a little longer, fingering you with an ease, teasing more gasps from your mouth.
You let him go until you can't take the anticipation any longer.
>• "[[Fill me up please, sir.|g8sf penetration]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"Chuckling a little, Tom kisses you again, and your shoulder, and your cheek.
You urge him, plead with him to keep going, and you can tell he's teasing you - but then he edges forward, and rests his length against your <<ext>>, rubbing against you. You whimper at the touch.
"So sorry. I shouldn't toy with you when you've been this obedient."
He adjusts, then, and you feel it catch against the edge of your <<int>>, before he slowly, carefully breaches you.
It's overwhelming. You shudder and shake as he pushes inside, small whines in your throat, and he kisses your temple to soothe you.
"Does it feel good, <<aff>>?"
>• "[[So good, sir; more, please.|g9sf fucking]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]""You want more? You think you deserve it?"
He doesn't wait for an answer before he grips your hips, and rocks into you again, resting his forehead against yours.
"I know you can do better. I know you have a good brain in there; I've always admired it. And now I get to fuck your gorgeous body, too. I've longed for that; for all of you."
You dig your fingers into his shoulders, holding on as if your life depended on it. The praise is nearly too much to handle, but you don't want to discourage it; it's making your <<ext>> ache with need.
"Bless you, for letting me have you. So kind. So sweet. So beautiful."
You lose yourself to pleasure. You let him keep fucking you, and you can hardly even think.
One of his hands wanders, reaching between the two of you; his fingers ghost over your <<ext>>, and he asks, "Can I touch you, too?"
>• "[[God, yes.|g10HJsf]]"
>• "[[No. Just your cock.|g10NHJsf]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"A growl escapes his throat as he touches you, those clever fingers just as good on the outside as they were inside you. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later, touching you so right you don't know how much longer you can last.
It hits you again, like a train this time as you catch sight of his face through heavily lidded eyes, that this is //Tom//. You really have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever dreamed, bringing to life some of your wildest fantasies, everything you ever wanted from him.
And it's //him//, but it's also your fantasy of him, the sordid fantasies of professor Tom--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you shake as you come, wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself.
He slows his pace a little, letting you get your breath back.
"Quite alright, $name?"
You nod. More than okay; but you can't verbalise that at the moment.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|gh11sf cont]]"
>• "[[I can't; I'm sorry. It's too much.|gh11sf pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"You don't even //need// him to touch you, the way he's hitting all the right spots. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later.
It hits you again, like a train this time as you catch sight of his face through heavily lidded eyes, that this is //Tom//. You really have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever dreamed, bringing to life some of your wildest fantasies, everything you ever wanted from him.
And it's //him//, but it's also your fantasy of him, the sordid fantasies of professor Tom--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you shake as you come, wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself.
He slows his pace a little, letting you get your breath back.
"Quite alright?"
You nod. More than okay; but you can't verbalise that at the moment.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|gh11sf cont]]"
>• "[[I can't; I'm sorry. It's too much.|gh11sf pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"Tom nods, and lays you back against the desk, your head on the very edge of it.
He fucks you, slower this time, and you wonder what his game is. Is he prolonging the ache? Is he hoping you might be able to come again if he takes his time?
Or is he just enjoying himself now that he's ensured you're happy?
You kind of don't care. It's relaxing, almost. You prop your head up with your arm behind it, watch him take you in, watch his hands wander up and down your thighs, your stomach. He dips his fingers to touch the wetness you've created, and licks them clean.
At his leisurely pace, you weren't sure how long it would take him to come. You lose track of time, regardless; just give yourself over to the feeling of being used so lovingly.
So when he asks, "Can I come inside you? Or would you prefer elsewhere?" you're taken slightly off guard.
>• "[[Come inside.|gh12all ccreampie]]"
>• "[[Come on my stomach.|gh12 all bodyshot]]"
>• "[[On my face?|gh12all facial]]"
>• "[[In my mouth.|gh12 all swallow]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"He pulls out immediately, gives you as much space as he can, with your arms around him.
"Do you need to lie down?"
You shake your head no, and hold onto him tighter. He seems to understand, wrapping his arms back around you, rubbing a hand up and down your spine.
"Let me get you cleaned up." He doesn't push to chase his own orgasm, all attention focused on you.
You nod, and let him. He opens the drawer he stuffed your clothes into, pulls out a towel, a bottle of water. With reverent attention, he pours some water on the towel, and warns you, "This may be a little cold," before he wipes you down, cleaning you off. He peppers kisses along your skin as it's cleaned, and you're not sure if it's the frigidity of the water or his attention that has your skin in goosebumps.
"You were so good for me," he whispers. "Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[I'd love to.|ghall aftercare]]""I'm very glad to hear that", he laughs, and you wonder if he looks nervous or if you're too tired to read him properly.
"Are you?" you ask.
"I... I very much enjoyed myself."
He pauses, and tilts his head.
"I am a little concerned about where we go from here, though. I'll give you space to think, if you need it, but I must ask; would you like to do this again sometime? And if so, would you... prefer to do so as partners, or simply as friends with a fun arrangement?"
...Oh.
So you're getting asked if you want to date him.
Not where you expected the day to go, but frankly, none of this was.
>• "[[I think I'd really like to date you, if you're open to it.|ghdate]]"
>• "[[Would you be happy with a friends with benefits style arrangement?|ghfwb]]"
>• "[[I think this might be a one-time thing, much as I enjoyed it.|ghreject]]""Overwhelmed is understandable," he nods, and you wonder if he looks nervous or if you're too tired to read him properly.
"Are you?" you ask.
"I... I very much enjoyed myself."
He pauses, and tilts his head.
"I am a little concerned about where we go from here, though. If you're in a headspace to have that conversation, that is- if not, it can wait."
You nod. You can talk about it.
"I'll give you space to think, if you need it, but I must ask; would you like to do this again sometime? And if so, would you... prefer to do so as partners, or simply as friends with a fun arrangement?"
...Oh.
So you're getting asked if you want to date him.
Not where you expected the day to go, but frankly, none of this was.
>• "[[I think I'd really like to date you, if you're open to it.|ghdate]]"
>• "[[Would you be happy with a friends with benefits style arrangement?|ghfwb]]"
>• "[[I think this might be a one-time thing, much as I enjoyed it.|ghreject]]""Not at all," he assures you, and wraps you up in a hug you could drown in. "Are you having a bit of a drop?" he asks.
You nod, and he squeezes tighter.
"That's understandable," he whispers.
"Are you okay?" you ask.
"I... I very much enjoyed myself."
He pauses, and tilts his head.
"I am a little concerned about where we go from here, though. If you're in a headspace to have that conversation, that is- if not, it can wait."
You nod again. You can talk about it.
"I'll give you space to think, if you need it, but I must ask; would you like to do this again sometime? And if so, would you... prefer to do so as partners, or simply as friends with a fun arrangement?"
...Oh.
So you're getting asked if you want to date him.
Not where you expected the day to go, but frankly, none of this was.
>• "[[I think I'd really like to date you, if you're open to it.|ghdate]]"
>• "[[Would you be happy with a friends with benefits style arrangement?|ghfwb]]"
>• "[[I think this might be a one-time thing, much as I enjoyed it.|ghreject]]"Tom's eyes light up, smile cracking across his face.
"I'm very open to it."
He moves closer, taking the $cont from your hand and setting it aside so he can kiss you, firm and happy, and you relax into it.
You're kissing your... boyfriend? Partner? Lover? You'd discuss terminology later, you're sure.
But right now, it doesn't really matter.
[[What matters is that he's yours.|dateending]]Tom smiles, and you suspect it wasn't quite what he was looking for, but he seems sincere when he says, "I would be happy with that. I'll let you set the terms, okay?"
You nod, and he kisses your forehead. You relax into it, setting your head on his shoulder.
It's more than you had been expecting. Ever. And this kind of arrangement is more comfortable for you, after all.
[[You're happy.|fwbending]]His face fell for a split second, but he quickly schools his expression back into a sad smile.
"I understand. I apologise for pushing the topic."
You try reassure him that he didn't push it, but he waves you off.
"Don't worry. I won't bring it up again. You're perfectly within your rights to approach me if you change your mind, but from my perspective, I'll leave it be."
Despite your rejection, you hug him. Assure him you still want to be friends.
He squeezes a hand around your arm, and from then, it's as if nothing ever happened between the two of you.
[[It's for the best.|rejectionending]]You finished the "Dating!" route! Thank you for playing.
I hope you enjoyed this! Please feel free to leave a comment at <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/26460991" target="_blank">my Ao3</a> if you did :)
[[Try again from the start?|Reset]]You strip for Tom, dropping your clothes to the floor. He bends to pick them up, and throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it.
Then he picks you up in one deft motion - stronger than he looks, with the ease he does it with - and places you on top of the desk, facing him. A shudder runs through you as the cold wood connects with your arse.
"You're exquisite," he whispers, kneeling between your legs. You want to cover yourself, to hide, but his fingers pry your knees apart so he can //look// at you.
"Truly, you're beautiful," he continues, reaching out delicate fingers to gently rub your <<ext>>, sending another violent shiver down your spine. You grip onto the edge of the desk to ground yourself.
"A clever <<aff>> like you deserves to feel good. I'm going to suck on your <<ext>> 'til you see stars."
>• [[You let him.|g4sp suck][$sub += 1]]
>• [[You stop him.|g4sp other]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom leans in and slowly undresses you, kissing your neck as he does so. He drops your clothes to the floor, bends to pick them up, and throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it.
Then he picks you up in one deft motion - stronger than he looks, with the ease he does it with - and places you on top of the desk, facing him. A shudder runs through you as the cold wood connects with your arse.
"You're exquisite," he whispers, kneeling between your legs. You want to cover yourself, to hide, but his fingers pry your knees apart so he can //look// at you.
"Truly, you're beautiful," he continues, reaching out delicate fingers to gently rub your <<ext>>, sending another violent shiver down your spine. You grip onto the edge of the desk to ground yourself.
"A clever <<aff>> like you deserves to feel good. I'm going to suck on your <<ext>> 'til you see stars."
>• [[You let him.|g4sp suck][$sub += 1]]
>• [[You stop him.|g4sp other]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom pauses, pulls back a little.
"If you don't want to take your clothes off, we may need to reassess this. Is there something else you'd rather do instead of having sex?"
You think.
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|clothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me through clothes?|clothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|clothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[I changed my mind, sorry - I'll strip.|g3sp pants off]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]""Are you quite alright?" he asks, looking concerned.
>• "[[I'm fine. I just don't like oral. Fuck me?|g5sf prep]]"
>• "[[Finger me instead, please.|g5sf prep][$sonohead = true]]"He wastes no time. He leans forward, and licks you, sucks you, firm and forceful, fingers squeezing your thighs.
And you watch him. And try to let it sink in that you're really seeing Tom Hiddleston's mouth around your <<ext>>.
It draws a moan from your throat, entirely unintentional. This is happening to you.
His technique is wonderful; not so fast you feel like you're going to come before things go any further, but not so slow you're frustrated. He keeps you balanced on the edge before bringing you back down again, pulling back to kiss your thighs, your stomach.
But, after some more time in the blissful heat of his mouth, he pulls all the way back, a little bit of what might be his spit or might be you still linking his lower lip to your <<ext>>, but that's all.
"Much as I'd love to continue, I feel we have other things we could be doing."
>• [[You agree, nodding once, incapable of much more|g5sp prep][$sub += 1]]
>• [[You shake your head. There are other things, certainly, but you really want to come in his mouth. You tell him as much.|g5sp oral2]]"Are you quite alright?" he asks, looking concerned.
>• "[[I'm fine. I just don't like oral. Fuck me?|g5sp prep]]"
>• "[[Finger me instead, please.|g5sp prep][$sonohead = true]]"<<if $sonohead is true>>"I will. I promise." Tom squeezes your thigh, and falls right back into character.<</if>>\
\He grins at you, looking almost predatory, and you stay frozen in place.
"I'm going to fuck you," he tells you with so much confidence you're not sure if it's even up for debate. "I'm going to feel every inch of you."
He leans over to the drawer your clothes aren't locked in, and pulls out a bottle. Places it beside you. It looks so ornate, so much like a perfume bottle, but from the context you're in, you're don't think that's what's in it.
Then he withdraws a strip of condoms, and asks, "Will we be needing these?"
>• "[[Yes please, sir.|g6sp fuck][$condom = true]]"
>• "[[No. I want to feel you bare.|g6sp fuck][$condom = false]]"
>• "[[...Actually, I'm not sure if I want to be fucked.|gb6sp nofuck][$condom = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"He's still close enough you feel his laughter, and it makes your <<ext>> twitch again.
"Greedy <<aff>>. So be it."
He resumes his efforts, and it's different this time. He's not treating it like foreplay - this is now the main event, and you didn't realise how different that would make it.
He moves faster, for a little while, his tongue flicking across your <<ext>> quick enough it draws a series of whimpers from you and you don't even care what you sound like.
Then he slows, torturously slow, sucking you, releasing you, looking up to meet your gaze.
You whisper, pleas to go faster, and you're ignored, at first.
Then when he does again, you wrap your fingers in his hair and cry out.
You're close. You're so close. You tell him, and you know he understands despite your words being muddled because you can't //think//, [[you can only feel.|g6sp oral3 finish]]<<if $condom is true>>With a swift nod, he kisses you, and unbuckles his belt, unzips just enough to let his cock free.
You can feel him against your thigh, and he's already hard. You suspect he's been hard the whole time he's been teasing you.
Without breaking away from the kiss, you feel him unwrap the foil, and roll it down his length.
He finally pulls away, and grabs the bottle. Squeezes out a little of a white liquid, and you realise it's lube. He slicks his cock with it first, giving you the opportunity to see it for the first time.
He's well hung. Not so thick and long you're afraid it will hurt, but thick and long enough you know it'll fill you.
Your <<int>> feels hot with want. And when he looks up at you, you know he can read it in your face.
He lifts the bottle again, to squeeze some more onto his fingertips, and tells you, "I'm going to get you nice and ready, alright, $name?"
>• [[You nod. You let him.|g7sp prep]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>With a swift nod, he kisses you, and unbuckles his belt, unzips just enough to let his cock free.
You can feel him against your thigh, and he's already hard. You suspect he's been hard the whole time he's been teasing you.
He pulls away, and grabs the bottle. Squeezes out a little of a white liquid, and you realise it's lube. He slicks his cock with it first, giving you the opportunity to see it for the first time.
He's well hung. Not so thick and long you're afraid it will hurt, but thick and long enough you know it'll fill you.
Your <<int>> feels hot with want. And when he looks up at you, you know he can read it in your face.
He lifts the bottle again, to squeeze some more onto his fingertips, and tells you, "I'm going to get you nice and ready, alright, $name?"
>• [[You nod. You let him.|g7sp prep]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<</if>>"Oh?" he asks, tilting his head a little. "What would you prefer?"
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|unclothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me other through clothes?|unclothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|unclothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[I changed my mind, sorry - I do want to.|gb6sp fuckcheck]]"
>• "[[Can we stop entirely?|noty3]]"Tom slips a single testing finger into your <<int>>, and a gasp escapes you.
"Love it when you're spread like this for me."
Pressing another into you, he kisses your neck.
"You tell me when you're ready. A good student like you gets to set the pace."
You let him work a little longer, fingering you with an ease, teasing more gasps from your mouth.
You let him go until you can't take the anticipation any longer.
>• "[[Fill me up please, sir.|g8sp penetration]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"Chuckling a little, Tom kisses you again, and your shoulder, and your cheek.
You urge him, plead with him to keep going, and you can tell he's teasing you - but then he edges forward, and rests his length against your <<ext>>, rubbing against you. You whimper at the touch.
"So sorry. I shouldn't toy with you when you've been this obedient."
He adjusts, then, and you feel it catch against the edge of your <<int>>, before he slowly, carefully breaches you.
It's overwhelming. You shudder and shake as he pushes inside, small whines in your throat, and he kisses your temple to soothe you.
"Does it feel good, <<aff>>?"
>• "[[So good, sir; more, please.|g9sp fucking]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]""You want more? You deserve it."
He grips your hips, and rocks into you again, resting his forehead against yours.
"I always wanted a student as bright as you. As engaged as you. You impress me so much. And now I get to fuck your gorgeous body, too. I've longed for that; for all of you."
You dig your fingers into his shoulders, holding on as if your life depended on it. The praise is nearly too much to handle, but you don't want to discourage it; it's making your <<ext>> ache with need.
"Bless you, for letting me have you. So kind. So sweet. So beautiful."
You lose yourself to pleasure. You let him keep fucking you, and you can hardly even think.
One of his hands wanders, reaching between the two of you; his fingers ghost over your <<ext>>, and he asks, "Can I touch you, too?"
>• "[[God, yes.|g10sp HJ]]"
>• "[[No. Just your cock.|g10sp NHJ]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"A growl escapes his throat as he touches you, those clever fingers just as good on the outside as they were inside you. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later, touching you so right you don't know how much longer you can last.
It hits you again, like a train this time as you catch sight of his face through heavily lidded eyes, that this is //Tom//. You really have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever dreamed, bringing to life some of your wildest fantasies, everything you ever wanted from him.
And it's //him//, but it's also your fantasy of him, the sordid fantasies of professor Tom--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you shake as you come, wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself.
He slows his pace a little, letting you get your breath back.
"Quite alright, $name?"
You nod. More than okay; but you can't verbalise that at the moment.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|gh11sp cont]]"
>• "[[I can't; I'm sorry. It's too much.|gh11sp pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"You don't even //need// him to touch you, the way he's hitting all the right spots. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later.
It hits you again, like a train this time as you catch sight of his face through heavily lidded eyes, that this is //Tom//. You really have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever dreamed, bringing to life some of your wildest fantasies, everything you ever wanted from him.
And it's //him//, but it's also your fantasy of him, the sordid fantasies of professor Tom--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you shake as you come, wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself.
He slows his pace a little, letting you get your breath back.
"Quite alright?"
You nod. More than okay; but you can't verbalise that at the moment.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|gh11sp cont]]"
>• "[[I can't; I'm sorry. It's too much.|gh11sp pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"Tom nods, and lays you back against the desk, your head on the very edge of it.
He fucks you, slower this time, and you wonder what his game is. Is he prolonging the ache? Is he hoping you might be able to come again if he takes his time?
Or is he just enjoying himself now that he's ensured you're happy?
You kind of don't care. It's relaxing, almost. You prop your head up with your arm behind it, watch him take you in, watch his hands wander up and down your thighs, your stomach. He dips his fingers to touch the wetness you've created, and licks them clean.
At his leisurely pace, you weren't sure how long it would take him to come. You lose track of time, regardless; just give yourself over to the feeling of being used so lovingly.
So when he asks, "Can I come inside you? Or would you prefer elsewhere?" you're taken slightly off guard.
>• "[[Come inside.|gh12all ccreampie]]"
>• "[[Come on my stomach.|gh12 all bodyshot]]"
>• "[[On my face?|gh12all facial]]"
>• "[[In my mouth.|gh12 all swallow]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"He pulls out immediately, gives you as much space as he can, with your arms around him.
"Do you need to lie down?"
You shake your head no, and hold onto him tighter. He seems to understand, wrapping his arms back around you, rubbing a hand up and down your spine.
"Let me get you cleaned up." He doesn't push to chase his own orgasm, all attention focused on you.
You nod, and let him. He opens the drawer he stuffed your clothes into, pulls out a towel, a bottle of water. With reverent attention, he pours some water on the towel, and warns you, "This may be a little cold," before he wipes you down, cleaning you off. He peppers kisses along your skin as it's cleaned, and you're not sure if it's the frigidity of the water or his attention that has your skin in goosebumps.
"You were so good for me," he whispers. "Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[I'd love to.|ghall aftercare]]"You strip for Tom, dropping your clothes to the floor. He bends to pick them up, and throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it.
Then he picks you up in one deft motion - stronger than he looks, with the ease he does it with - and places you on top of the desk, facing him. A shudder runs through you as the cold wood connects with your arse.
"You're exquisite," he whispers, kneeling between your legs. You want to cover yourself, to hide, but his fingers pry your knees apart so he can //look// at you.
"Truly, you're beautiful," he continues, reaching out delicate fingers to gently rub your <<ext>>, sending another violent shiver down your spine. You grip onto the edge of the desk to ground yourself.
"Do you think me sucking your <<ext>> will help you remember what you've learned in future?"
>• "[[Fuck, yes.|g4bf suck][$sub += 1]]"
>• "[[Actually, I think I have a better idea.|g4bf other]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom leans in and slowly undresses you, kissing your neck as he does so. He drops your clothes to the floor, bends to pick them up, and throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it.
Then he picks you up in one deft motion - stronger than he looks, with the ease he does it with - and places you on top of the desk, facing him. A shudder runs through you as the cold wood connects with your arse.
"You're exquisite," he whispers, kneeling between your legs. You want to cover yourself, to hide, but his fingers pry your knees apart so he can //look// at you.
"Truly, you're beautiful," he continues, reaching out delicate fingers to gently rub your <<ext>>, sending another violent shiver down your spine. You grip onto the edge of the desk to ground yourself.
"A gorgeous <<aff>> like you deserves to feel good. I'm going to suck on your <<ext>> 'til you see stars."
>• [[You let him.|g4bf suck][$sub += 1]]
>• [[You stop him.|g4bf other]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom pauses, pulls back a little.
"If you don't want to take your clothes off, we may need to reassess this. Is there something else you'd rather do instead of having sex?"
You think.
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|clothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me through clothes?|clothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|clothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[I changed my mind, sorry - I'll strip.|g3bf pants off]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]""Fine," he breathes out, inhaling a levelling breath. "You're on your final warning. Either you behave yourself, or we start getting rough. Is that understood?"
You swallow back a nervous whine. He can be scary when he wants to be.
>• "[[Sorry, sir. I'll do as you say.|g2bf bratapology][$sub += 1; $brat -= 1]]
>• "[[I guess we're getting rough, then.|r3bf stripped]]"
>• [[Break character to explain you really don't want to take your shirt off, but you'll behave otherwise.|g2bf no bc uncomfortable][$brat -= 1]]You quickly apologise, and strip your top half, dropping your garments into a pile on the floor.
"Oh, good <<aff>>."
Immediately he leans in to kiss the exposed skin, along your collarbones and down to your chest, flicking his tongue across your nipples.
"Fuck, you're magnificent, $name."
He regards you like one might look at a gallery piece, wide-eyed and wonderstruck.
"And the rest? Will you strip for me?"
>• "[[Yes, sir.|g3bf pants off][$sub += 1; $brat -= 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[Can do it for me?|g3bf stripped][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|g3bf minor tapout][$boff = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"The second you stop acting like a brat, Tom's face changes, and he apologises once you're finished speaking.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. You can leave your shirt on, I understand. I imagine you're every bit as beautiful unclothed as you are now, but if you're not comfortable, I won't force you."
Your heart flutters a little at how considerate he's being about this, even when you know you've broken the moment.
"Is it just your shirt? Or does removing your trousers pose a problem, too?"
>• "[[I can take the rest off for you - I just don't want my shirt off.|g3bf pants off][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[The rest is fine, but... Can do it for me?|g3bf stripped][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|g3bf minor tapout][$boff = false]]"And then you come. You distantly wonder if you're hurting him, still pulling on his hair like it's the only anchor keeping you tethered as you ride out the wave of your orgasm.
He doesn't pull off. You're oversensitive, so he's only moving slowly, but even the gentle drag of his tongue on your <<ext>> is too much for you. With much regret, you ask him to stop.
And with a smile, he does, rising up to kiss your cheek, lips still wet with your come.
"Good?" he asks with a satisfied smile, already knowing the answer. You nod even though you don't have to.
"I'm glad," he says as he tips your chin up, kisses your lips. You can taste yourself on him. "Shall I give you some time to recover, and continue? Or are you done?"
>• [[Continue. You want more. You need more.|g5sf prep]]
>• [[Stop. You're thoroughly fucked from that alone. You need to stop.|g DONE]]And then you come. You distantly wonder if you're hurting him, still pulling on his hair like it's the only anchor keeping you tethered as you ride out the wave of your orgasm.
He doesn't pull off. You're oversensitive, so he's only moving slowly, but even the gentle drag of his tongue on your <<ext>> is too much for you. With much regret, you ask him to stop.
And with a smile, he does, rising up to kiss your cheek, lips still wet with your come.
"Good?" he asks with a satisfied smile, already knowing the answer. You nod even though you don't have to.
"I'm glad," he says as he tips your chin up, kisses your lips. You can taste yourself on him. "Shall I give you some time to recover, and continue? Or are you done?"
>• [[Continue. You want more. You need more.|g5sp prep]]
>• [[Stop. You're thoroughly fucked from that alone. You need to stop.|g DONE]]He wastes no time. He leans forward, and licks you, sucks you, firm and forceful, fingers squeezing your thighs.
And you watch him. And try to let it sink in that you're really seeing Tom Hiddleston's mouth around your <<ext>>.
It draws a moan from your throat, entirely unintentional. This is happening to you.
His technique is wonderful; not so fast you feel like you're going to come before things go any further, but not so slow you're frustrated. He keeps you balanced on the edge before bringing you back down again, pulling back to kiss your thighs, your stomach.
But, after some more time in the blissful heat of his mouth, he pulls all the way back, a little bit of what might be his spit or might be you still linking his lower lip to your <<ext>>, but that's all.
"Much as I'd love to continue, I feel we have other things we could be doing."
>• [[You agree, nodding once, incapable of much more|g5bf prep][$sub += 1]]
>• [[You shake your head. There are other things, certainly, but you really want to come in his mouth. You tell him as much.|g4bf oral2][$brat += 1]]"Are you quite alright?" he asks, looking concerned.
>• "[[I'm fine. I just don't like oral. Fuck me?|g5bf prep]]"
>• "[[Finger me instead, please.|g5bf prep][$sonohead = true]]"<<if $sonohead is true>>"I will. I promise." Tom squeezes your thigh, and falls right back into character.<</if>>\
\He grins at you, looking almost predatory, and you stay frozen in place.
"I'm going to fuck you," he tells you with so much confidence you're not sure if it's even up for debate. "I'm going to feel every inch of you."
He leans over to the drawer your clothes aren't locked in, and pulls out a bottle. Places it beside you. It looks so ornate, so much like a perfume bottle, but from the context you're in, you're don't think that's what's in it.
Then he withdraws a strip of condoms, and asks, "Will we be needing these?"
>• "[[Yeah, we will..|g6bf fuck][$condom = true]]"
>• "[[No. I want to feel you bare.|g6bf fuck][$condom = false]]"
>• "[[...Actually, I'm not sure if I want to be fucked.|gb6bf nofuck][$condom = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"He's still close enough you feel his laughter, and it makes your <<ext>> twitch again.
"Greedy <<aff>>. So be it."
He resumes his efforts, and it's different this time. He's not treating it like foreplay - this is now the main event, and you didn't realise how different that would make it.
He moves faster, for a little while, his tongue flicking across your <<ext>> quick enough it draws a series of whimpers from you and you don't even care what you sound like.
Then he slows, torturously slow, sucking you, releasing you, looking up to meet your gaze.
You whisper, pleas to go faster, and you're ignored, at first.
Then when he does again, you wrap your fingers in his hair and cry out.
You're close. You're so close. You tell him, and you know he understands despite your words being muddled because you can't //think//, [[you can only feel.|g6bf oral3 finish]]<<if $condom is true>>With a swift nod, he kisses you, and unbuckles his belt, unzips just enough to let his cock free.
You can feel him against your thigh, and he's already hard. You suspect he's been hard the whole time he's been teasing you.
Without breaking away from the kiss, you feel him unwrap the foil, and roll it down his length.
He finally pulls away, and grabs the bottle. Squeezes out a little of a white liquid, and you realise it's lube. He slicks his cock with it first, giving you the opportunity to see it for the first time.
He's well hung. Not so thick and long you're afraid it will hurt, but thick and long enough you know it'll fill you.
Your <<int>> feels hot with want. And when he looks up at you, you know he can read it in your face.
He lifts the bottle again, to squeeze some more onto his fingertips, and tells you, "I'm going to get you nice and ready, alright, $name?"
>• [[You nod. You let him.|g7bf prep]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>With a swift nod, he kisses you, and unbuckles his belt, unzips just enough to let his cock free.
You can feel him against your thigh, and he's already hard. You suspect he's been hard the whole time he's been teasing you.
He pulls away, and grabs the bottle. Squeezes out a little of a white liquid, and you realise it's lube. He slicks his cock with it first, giving you the opportunity to see it for the first time.
He's well hung. Not so thick and long you're afraid it will hurt, but thick and long enough you know it'll fill you.
Your <<int>> feels hot with want. And when he looks up at you, you know he can read it in your face.
He lifts the bottle again, to squeeze some more onto his fingertips, and tells you, "I'm going to get you nice and ready, alright, <$name?"
>• [[You nod. You let him.|g7bf prep]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<</if>>"Oh?" he asks, tilting his head a little. "What would you prefer?"
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|unclothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me other through clothes?|unclothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|unclothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[I changed my mind, sorry - I do want to.|gb6bf fuckcheck]]"
>• "[[Can we stop entirely?|noty3]]"Tom slips a single testing finger into your <<int>>, and a gasp escapes you.
"Love it when you're spread like this for me."
Pressing another into you, he kisses your neck.
"You tell me when you're ready."
You let him work a little longer, fingering you with an ease, teasing more gasps from your mouth.
You let him go until you can't take the anticipation any longer.
>• "[[Fuck me, then. Teach me a lesson.|g8bf penetration]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"Chuckling a little, Tom kisses you again, and your shoulder, and your cheek.
You urge him, plead with him to keep going, and you can tell he's teasing you - but then he edges forward, and rests his length against your <<ext>>, rubbing against you. You whimper at the touch.
"Oh, is this frustrating? Do you want more?"
You nod, and whine; you know he's toying with you.
He adjusts, then, and you feel it catch against the edge of your <<int>>, before he slowly, carefully breaches you.
It's overwhelming. You shudder and shake as he pushes inside, small whines in your throat, and he kisses your temple to soothe you.
"Does it feel good, <<aff>>?"
>• "[[Yes, fuck- I need more.|g9bf fucking]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]""You want more? You think you deserve it?"
He doesn't wait for an answer before he grips your hips, and rocks into you again, resting his forehead against yours.
"I know you can do better. I know you have a good brain in there; I've always admired it. And now I get to fuck your gorgeous body, too. I've longed for that; for all of you."
You dig your fingers into his shoulders, holding on as if your life depended on it. The praise is nearly too much to handle, but you don't want to discourage it; it's making your <<ext>> ache with need.
"Now, will you finally behave? Lay back. Let me make you feel good."
You lose yourself to pleasure. You let him keep fucking you, and you can hardly even think.
One of his hands wanders, reaching between the two of you; his fingers ghost over your <<ext>>, and he asks, "Can I touch you, too?"
>• "[[God, yes.|g10bf HJ]]"
>• "[[No. Just your cock.|g10bf NHJ]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"A growl escapes his throat as he touches you, those clever fingers just as good on the outside as they were inside you. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later, touching you so right you don't know how much longer you can last.
It hits you again, like a train this time as you catch sight of his face through heavily lidded eyes, that this is //Tom//. You really have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever dreamed, bringing to life some of your wildest fantasies, everything you ever wanted from him.
And it's //him//, but it's also your fantasy of him, the sordid fantasies of professor Tom--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you shake as you come, wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself.
He slows his pace a little, letting you get your breath back.
"Quite alright, $name?"
You nod. More than okay; but you can't verbalise that at the moment.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|gh11bf cont]]"
>• "[[I can't; it's too much.|gh11bf pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"You don't even //need// him to touch you, the way he's hitting all the right spots. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later.
It hits you again, like a train this time as you catch sight of his face through heavily lidded eyes, that this is //Tom//. You really have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever dreamed, bringing to life some of your wildest fantasies, everything you ever wanted from him.
And it's //him//, but it's also your fantasy of him, the sordid fantasies of professor Tom--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you shake as you come, wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself.
He slows his pace a little, letting you get your breath back.
"Quite alright?"
You nod. More than okay; but you can't verbalise that at the moment.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|gh11bf cont]]"
>• "[[I can't; I'm sorry. It's too much.|gh11bf pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"Tom nods, and lays you back against the desk, your head on the very edge of it.
He fucks you, slower this time, and you wonder what his game is. Is he prolonging the ache? Is he hoping you might be able to come again if he takes his time?
Or is he just enjoying himself now that he's ensured you're happy?
You kind of don't care. It's relaxing, almost. You prop your head up with your arm behind it, watch him take you in, watch his hands wander up and down your thighs, your stomach. He dips his fingers to touch the wetness you've created, and licks them clean.
At his leisurely pace, you weren't sure how long it would take him to come. You lose track of time, regardless; just give yourself over to the feeling of being used so lovingly.
So when he asks, "Can I come inside you? Or would you prefer elsewhere?" you're taken slightly off guard.
>• "[[Come inside.|gh12all ccreampie]]"
>• "[[Come on my stomach.|gh12 all bodyshot]]"
>• "[[On my face?|gh12all facial]]"
>• "[[In my mouth.|gh12 all swallow]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"He pulls out immediately, gives you as much space as he can, with your arms around him.
"Do you need to lie down?"
You shake your head no, and hold onto him tighter. He seems to understand, wrapping his arms back around you, rubbing a hand up and down your spine.
"Let me get you cleaned up." He doesn't push to chase his own orgasm, all attention focused on you.
You nod, and let him. He opens the drawer he stuffed your clothes into, pulls out a towel, a bottle of water. With reverent attention, he pours some water on the towel, and warns you, "This may be a little cold," before he wipes you down, cleaning you off. He peppers kisses along your skin as it's cleaned, and you're not sure if it's the frigidity of the water or his attention that has your skin in goosebumps.
"You were so good for me," he whispers. "Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[I'd love to.|ghall aftercare]]"And then you come. You distantly wonder if you're hurting him, still pulling on his hair like it's the only anchor keeping you tethered as you ride out the wave of your orgasm.
He doesn't pull off. You're oversensitive, so he's only moving slowly, but even the gentle drag of his tongue on your <<ext>> is too much for you. With much regret, you ask him to stop.
And with a smile, he does, rising up to kiss your cheek, lips still wet with your come.
"Good?" he asks with a satisfied smile, already knowing the answer. You nod even though you don't have to.
"I'm glad," he says as he tips your chin up, kisses your lips. You can taste yourself on him. "Shall I give you some time to recover, and continue? Or are you done?"
>• [[Continue. You want more. You need more.|g5bf prep]]
>• [[Stop. You're thoroughly fucked from that alone. You need to stop.|g DONE]]You strip for Tom, dropping your clothes to the floor. He bends to pick them up, and throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it.
Then he picks you up in one deft motion - stronger than he looks, with the ease he does it with - and places you on top of the desk, facing him. A shudder runs through you as the cold wood connects with your arse.
"You're exquisite," he whispers, kneeling between your legs. You want to cover yourself, to hide, but his fingers pry your knees apart so he can //look// at you.
"Truly, you're beautiful," he continues, reaching out delicate fingers to gently rub your <<ext>>, sending another violent shiver down your spine. You grip onto the edge of the desk to ground yourself.
"A clever <<aff>> like you deserves to feel good. I'm going to suck on your <<ext>> 'til you see stars."
>• [[You let him.|g4bp suck][$sub += 1]]
>• [[You stop him.|g4bp other]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom leans in and slowly undresses you, kissing your neck as he does so. He drops your clothes to the floor, bends to pick them up, and throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it.
Then he picks you up in one deft motion - stronger than he looks, with the ease he does it with - and places you on top of the desk, facing him. A shudder runs through you as the cold wood connects with your arse.
"You're exquisite," he whispers, kneeling between your legs. You want to cover yourself, to hide, but his fingers pry your knees apart so he can //look// at you.
"Truly, you're beautiful," he continues, reaching out delicate fingers to gently rub your <<ext>>, sending another violent shiver down your spine. You grip onto the edge of the desk to ground yourself.
"A clever <<aff>> like you deserves to feel good. I'm going to suck on your <<ext>> 'til you see stars."
>• [[You let him.|g4bp suck][$sub += 1]]
>• [[You stop him.|g4bp other]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom pauses, pulls back a little.
"If you don't want to take your clothes off, we may need to reassess this. Is there something else you'd rather do instead of having sex?"
You think.
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|clothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me through clothes?|clothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|clothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[I changed my mind, sorry - I'll strip.|g3bp pants off]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]""Fine," he breathes out, inhaling a levelling breath. "You're on your final warning. Either you behave yourself, or we start getting rough. Is that understood?"
You swallow back a nervous whine. He can be scary when he wants to be.
>• "[[Sorry, sir. I'll do as you say.|g2bp bratapology][$sub += 1; $brat -= 1]]
>• "[[I guess we're getting rough, then.|r3bp stripped]]"
>• [[Break character to explain you really don't want to take your shirt off, but you'll behave otherwise.|g2bp no bc uncomfortable][$brat -= 1]]You quickly apologise, and strip your top half, dropping your garments into a pile on the floor.
"Oh, good <<aff>>."
Immediately he leans in to kiss the exposed skin, along your collarbones and down to your chest, flicking his tongue across your nipples.
"Fuck, you're magnificent, $name."
He regards you like one might look at a gallery piece, wide-eyed and wonderstruck.
"And the rest? Will you strip for me?"
>• "[[Yes, sir.|g3bp pants off][$sub += 1; $brat -= 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[Can do it for me?|g3bp stripped][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|g3bp minor tapout][$boff = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"The second you stop acting like a brat, Tom's face changes, and he apologises once you're finished speaking.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. You can leave your shirt on, I understand. I imagine you're every bit as beautiful unclothed as you are now, but if you're not comfortable, I won't force you."
Your heart flutters a little at how considerate he's being about this, even when you know you've broken the moment.
"Is it just your shirt? Or does removing your trousers pose a problem, too?"
>• "[[I can take the rest off for you - I just don't want my shirt off.|g3bp pants off][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[The rest is fine, but... Can do it for me?|g3bp stripped][$sub += 1; $boff = true]]"
>• "[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|g3bp minor tapout][$boff = false]]"He wastes no time. He leans forward, and licks you, sucks you, firm and forceful, fingers squeezing your thighs.
And you watch him. And try to let it sink in that you're really seeing Tom Hiddleston's mouth around your <<ext>>.
It draws a moan from your throat, entirely unintentional. This is happening to you.
His technique is wonderful; not so fast you feel like you're going to come before things go any further, but not so slow you're frustrated. He keeps you balanced on the edge before bringing you back down again, pulling back to kiss your thighs, your stomach.
But, after some more time in the blissful heat of his mouth, he pulls all the way back, a little bit of what might be his spit or might be you still linking his lower lip to your <<ext>>, but that's all.
"Much as I'd love to continue, I feel we have other things we could be doing."
>• [[You agree, nodding once, incapable of much more|g5bp prep][$sub += 1]]
>• [[You shake your head. There are other things, certainly, but you really want to come in his mouth. You tell him as much.|g5bp oral2]]"Are you quite alright?" he asks, looking concerned.
>• "[[I'm fine. I just don't like oral. Fuck me?|g5bp prep]]"
>• "[[Finger me instead, please.|g5bp prep][$sonohead = true]]"<<if $sonohead is true>>"I will. I promise." Tom squeezes your thigh, and falls right back into character.<</if>>\
He grins at you, looking almost predatory, and you stay frozen in place.
"I'm going to fuck you," he tells you with so much confidence you're not sure if it's even up for debate. "I'm going to feel every inch of you."
He leans over to the drawer your clothes aren't locked in, and pulls out a bottle. Places it beside you. It looks so ornate, so much like a perfume bottle, but from the context you're in, you're don't think that's what's in it.
Then he withdraws a strip of condoms, and asks, "Will we be needing these?"
>• "[[Yeah.|g6bp fuck][$condom = true]]"
>• "[[No. I want you bare.|g6bp fuck][$condom = false]]"
>• "[[...Actually, I'm not sure if I want to be fucked.|gb6bp nofuck][$condom = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"He's still close enough you feel his laughter, and it makes your <<ext>> twitch again.
"Greedy <<aff>>. So be it."
He resumes his efforts, and it's different this time. He's not treating it like foreplay - this is now the main event, and you didn't realise how different that would make it.
He moves faster, for a little while, his tongue flicking across your <<ext>> quick enough it draws a series of whimpers from you and you don't even care what you sound like.
Then he slows, torturously slow, sucking you, releasing you, looking up to meet your gaze.
You whisper, pleas to go faster, and you're ignored, at first.
Then when he does again, you wrap your fingers in his hair and cry out.
You're close. You're so close. You tell him, and you know he understands despite your words being muddled because you can't //think//, [[you can only feel.|g6bp oral3 finish]]<<if $condom is true>>With a swift nod, he kisses you, and unbuckles his belt, unzips just enough to let his cock free.
You can feel him against your thigh, and he's already hard. You suspect he's been hard the whole time he's been teasing you.
Without breaking away from the kiss, you feel him unwrap the foil, and roll it down his length.
He finally pulls away, and grabs the bottle. Squeezes out a little of a white liquid, and you realise it's lube. He slicks his cock with it first, giving you the opportunity to see it for the first time.
He's well hung. Not so thick and long you're afraid it will hurt, but thick and long enough you know it'll fill you.
Your <<int>> feels hot with want. And when he looks up at you, you know he can read it in your face.
He lifts the bottle again, to squeeze some more onto his fingertips, and tells you, "I'm going to get you nice and ready, alright, $name?"
>• [[You nod. You let him.|g7bp prep]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>With a swift nod, he kisses you, and unbuckles his belt, unzips just enough to let his cock free.
You can feel him against your thigh, and he's already hard. You suspect he's been hard the whole time he's been teasing you.
He pulls away, and grabs the bottle. Squeezes out a little of a white liquid, and you realise it's lube. He slicks his cock with it first, giving you the opportunity to see it for the first time.
He's well hung. Not so thick and long you're afraid it will hurt, but thick and long enough you know it'll fill you.
Your <<int>> feels hot with want. And when he looks up at you, you know he can read it in your face.
He lifts the bottle again, to squeeze some more onto his fingertips, and tells you, "I'm going to get you nice and ready, alright, $name?"
>• [[You nod. You let him.|g7bp prep]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<</if>>"Oh?" he asks, tilting his head a little. "What would you prefer?"
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|unclothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me other through clothes?|unclothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|unclothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[I changed my mind, sorry - I do want to.|gb6bp fuckcheck]]"
>• "[[Can we stop entirely?|noty3]]"And then you come. You distantly wonder if you're hurting him, still pulling on his hair like it's the only anchor keeping you tethered as you ride out the wave of your orgasm.
He doesn't pull off. You're oversensitive, so he's only moving slowly, but even the gentle drag of his tongue on your <<ext>> is too much for you. With much regret, you ask him to stop.
And with a smile, he does, rising up to kiss your cheek, lips still wet with your come.
"Good?" he asks with a satisfied smile, already knowing the answer. You nod even though you don't have to.
"I'm glad," he says as he tips your chin up, kisses your lips. You can taste yourself on him. "Shall I give you some time to recover, and continue? Or are you done?"
>• [[Continue. You want more. You need more.|g5bp prep]]
>• [[Stop. You're thoroughly fucked from that alone. You need to stop.|g DONE]]Tom slips a single testing finger into your <<int>>, and a gasp escapes you.
"Love it when you're spread like this for me."
Pressing another into you, he kisses your neck.
"You tell me when you're ready. A good student like you gets to set the pace."
You let him work a little longer, fingering you with an ease, teasing more gasps from your mouth.
You let him go until you can't take the anticipation any longer.
>• "[[Fill me up. Now.|g8bp penetration]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"Chuckling a little, Tom kisses you again, and your shoulder, and your cheek.
You urge him, plead with him to keep going, and you can tell he's teasing you - but then he edges forward, and rests his length against your <<ext>>, rubbing against you. You whimper at the touch.
"So sorry. I shouldn't toy with you when you've improved your grades, but you're so impertinent."
He adjusts, then, and you feel it catch against the edge of your <<int>>, before he slowly, carefully breaches you.
It's overwhelming. You shudder and shake as he pushes inside, small whines in your throat, and he kisses your temple to soothe you.
"Does it feel good, <<aff>>?"
>• "[[Yes, fuck- I need more.|g9bp fucking]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]""You want more? You think you deserve it?"
He doesn't wait for an answer before he grips your hips, and rocks into you again, resting his forehead against yours.
"I always wanted a student as bright as you. As engaged as you. You impress me so much, even with your attitude. And now I get to fuck your gorgeous body, too. I've longed for that; for all of you."
You dig your fingers into his shoulders, holding on as if your life depended on it. The praise is nearly too much to handle, but you don't want to discourage it; it's making your <<ext>> ache with need.
"Now, will you finally behave? Lay back. Let me make you feel good."
You lose yourself to pleasure. You let him keep fucking you, and you can hardly even think.
One of his hands wanders, reaching between the two of you; his fingers ghost over your <<ext>>, and he asks, "Can I touch you, too?"
>• "[[God, yes.|g10bp HJ]]"
>• "[[No. Just your cock.|g10bp NHJ]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"A growl escapes his throat as he touches you, those clever fingers just as good on the outside as they were inside you. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later, touching you so right you don't know how much longer you can last.
It hits you again, like a train this time as you catch sight of his face through heavily lidded eyes, that this is //Tom//. You really have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever dreamed, bringing to life some of your wildest fantasies, everything you ever wanted from him.
And it's //him//, but it's also your fantasy of him, the sordid fantasies of professor Tom--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you shake as you come, wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself.
He slows his pace a little, letting you get your breath back.
"Quite alright, $name?"
You nod. More than okay; but you can't verbalise that at the moment.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|gh11bp cont]]"
>• "[[I can't; I'm sorry. It's too much.|gh11bp pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"You don't even //need// him to touch you, the way he's hitting all the right spots. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later.
It hits you again, like a train this time as you catch sight of his face through heavily lidded eyes, that this is //Tom//. You really have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever dreamed, bringing to life some of your wildest fantasies, everything you ever wanted from him.
And it's //him//, but it's also your fantasy of him, the sordid fantasies of professor Tom--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you shake as you come, wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself.
He slows his pace a little, letting you get your breath back.
"Quite alright?"
You nod. More than okay; but you can't verbalise that at the moment.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|gh11bp cont]]"
>• "[[I can't; I'm sorry. It's too much.|gh11bp pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"Tom nods, and lays you back against the desk, your head on the very edge of it.
He fucks you, slower this time, and you wonder what his game is. Is he prolonging the ache? Is he hoping you might be able to come again if he takes his time?
Or is he just enjoying himself now that he's ensured you're happy?
You kind of don't care. It's relaxing, almost. You prop your head up with your arm behind it, watch him take you in, watch his hands wander up and down your thighs, your stomach. He dips his fingers to touch the wetness you've created, and licks them clean.
At his leisurely pace, you weren't sure how long it would take him to come. You lose track of time, regardless; just give yourself over to the feeling of being used so lovingly.
So when he asks, "Can I come inside you? Or would you prefer elsewhere?" you're taken slightly off guard.
>• "[[Come inside.|gh12all ccreampie]]"
>• "[[Come on my stomach.|gh12 all bodyshot]]"
>• "[[On my face?|gh12all facial]]"
>• "[[In my mouth.|gh12 all swallow]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"He pulls out immediately, gives you as much space as he can, with your arms around him.
"Do you need to lie down?"
You shake your head no, and hold onto him tighter. He seems to understand, wrapping his arms back around you, rubbing a hand up and down your spine.
"Let me get you cleaned up." He doesn't push to chase his own orgasm, all attention focused on you.
You nod, and let him. He opens the drawer he stuffed your clothes into, pulls out a towel, a bottle of water. With reverent attention, he pours some water on the towel, and warns you, "This may be a little cold," before he wipes you down, cleaning you off. He peppers kisses along your skin as it's cleaned, and you're not sure if it's the frigidity of the water or his attention that has your skin in goosebumps.
"You were so good for me," he whispers. "Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[I'd love to.|ghall aftercare]]"<<if $condom is true>>He smiles at you, squeezing your thigh.
"That's what you need, isn't it? All filled up."
You glance down; the condom is still on. But it doesn't matter, really - the idea of him coming in you still sends a shiver down your spine.
He keeps moving, speeding up slightly, and warns you, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into you, and you feel his cock pulse deep in your <<int>>.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays inside you a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when he opens his eyes to look at you, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
You let him slip out of you, gripping the condom as he does, and you feel woefully empty for it.
He slides it off, throws it off to one side, and you hear it meet its mark in a bin just out of sight.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|ghall cooldown]]<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>He smiles at you, squeezing your thigh.
"Such a good <<aff>>. Wanting to be filled up."
He keeps moving, speeding up slightly, and warns you, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into you, and you feel his cock pulse deep in your <<int>>.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays inside you a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when he opens his eyes to look at you, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
You let him slip out of you, and you feel woefully empty for it, though you can feel the warmth of his come spilling from you. You almost want to reach between your legs, to plug it up, keep it inside.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|ghall cooldown]]<</if>><<if $condom is true>>He pulls out, and rolls the condom off in one deft movement, and wraps his slender fingers around himself.
It doesn't take long; he whispers, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into you, and you watch his cock pulse, spilling onto your stomach, coating it white.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays there a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when he opens his eyes to look at you, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
You let him pull away, watch as he grabs the discarded condom, throws it off to one side, and you hear it meet its mark in a bin just out of sight.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|ghall cooldown]]<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>He pulls out, and wraps his slender fingers around himself.
It doesn't take long; he whispers, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into you, and you watch his cock pulse, spilling onto your stomach, coating it white.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays there a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when he opens his eyes to look at you, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
You let him pull away.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|ghall cooldown]]<</if>><<if $condom is true>>He pulls out, rolls the condom off in one deft movement, and wraps his slender fingers around himself. He urges you off the table, and you get to the floor, sitting at his feet, looking up as he touches himself.
It doesn't take long; he whispers, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into your shoulders, and you close your eyes as his cock pulses, spilling onto your face, coating you with his warm come.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays there a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when does speak, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
You let him pull away, listen as he grabs the discarded condom, throws it off to one side, and you hear it meet its mark in a bin just out of sight.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|ghall cooldown]]<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>He pulls out, and wraps his slender fingers around himself. He urges you off the table, and you get to the floor, sitting at his feet, looking up as he touches himself.
It doesn't take long; he whispers, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into your shoulders, and you close your eyes as his cock pulses, spilling onto your face, coating you with his warm come.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays there a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when does speak, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|ghall cooldown]]<</if>><<if $condom is true>>He pulls out, rolls the condom off in one deft movement, and wraps his slender fingers around himself. He urges you off the table, and you get to the floor, sitting at his feet, looking up as he touches himself.
It doesn't take long; he whispers, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, before opening your mouth and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into your shoulders, and you watch him as his cock pulses, spilling into your mouth, coating your tongue with his warm come.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays there a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when does speak, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
You let him pull away, listen as he grabs the discarded condom, throws it off to one side, and you hear it meet its mark in a bin just out of sight.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|ghall cooldown]]<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>He pulls out, wraps his slender fingers around himself. He urges you off the table, and you get to the floor, sitting at his feet, looking up as he touches himself.
It doesn't take long; he whispers, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, before opening your mouth and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into your shoulders, and you watch him as his cock pulses, spilling into your mouth, coating your tongue with his warm come.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays there a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when does speak, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|ghall cooldown]]<</if>>Tom speaks first.
"Let me get you cleaned up."
You nod, and let him. He opens the drawer he stuffed your clothes into, pulls out a towel, a bottle of water. With reverent attention, he pours some water on the towel, and warns you, "This may be a little cold," before he wipes you down, cleaning you off. He peppers kisses along your skin as it's cleaned, and you're not sure if it's the frigidity of the water or his attention that has your skin in goosebumps.
"You were so good for me," he whispers. "Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[I'd love to.|ghall aftercare]]"He hands over your clothes, and steps aside to let you dress, averting his gaze as if he hasn't already seen you bare. You catch a glimpse of him adjusting himself, tucking himself back into his trousers, but you feel it only polite to offer him the same privacy he's offering you.
When you're clothed again, he smiles at you, and leads the way out of the room, a hand on your lower back; supporting you, guiding you.
You try not to collapse back into your seat, but your legs are jelly.
"I'll get you that $cont of $drink, now."
You thank him, and try to regain control of your higher senses.
When he returns with your $cont, that grounds you a little. Something warm to hold on to.
"Are you doing alright, $name?" he asks, brow slightly furrowed in concern.
>• "[[I'm better than alright.|all good]]"
>• "[[I'm a little overwhelmed, but I'll get there.|all iffy]]"
>• "[[Would it be an imposition to ask for a cuddle?|all nsg]]"Tom pulls away immediately, and doesn't push for any kind of reciprocation.
You begin to apologise, to offer, but he stops you.
"I'm satisfied having made you come. You look amazing. You taste fantastic."
He rises, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"Let me get you cleaned up."
You nod, and let him. He opens the drawer he stuffed your clothes into, pulls out a towel, a bottle of water. With reverent attention, he pours some water on the towel, and warns you, "This may be a little cold," before he wipes you down, cleaning you off. He peppers kisses along your skin as it's cleaned, and you're not sure if it's the frigidity of the water or his attention that has your skin in goosebumps.
"You were so good for me," he whispers. "Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[I'd love to.|ghall aftercare]]""You're totally sure?" he checks. "I don't want you feeling like you have to just because it's me. It's quite alright if you say no. Last chance; you're 100% certain you want to have sex with me?"
>• "[[Yes. I want to.|g6bp fuck]]"
>• "[[No, you're right. I think I need to tap out.|noty3]]""You're totally sure?" he checks. "I don't want you feeling like you have to just because it's me. It's quite alright if you say no. Last chance; you're 100% certain you want to have sex with me?"
"[[Yes. I want to.|g6sf fuck]]"
"[[No, you're right. I think I need to tap out.|noty3]]""You're totally sure?" he checks. "I don't want you feeling like you have to just because it's me. It's quite alright if you say no. Last chance; you're 100% certain you want to have sex with me?"
"[[Yes. I want to.|g6sp fuck]]"
"[[No, you're right. I think I need to tap out.|noty3]]""You're totally sure?" he checks. "I don't want you feeling like you have to just because it's me. It's quite alright if you say no. Last chance; you're 100% certain you want to have sex with me?"
"[[Yes. I want to.|g6bf fuck]]"
"[[No, you're right. I think I need to tap out.|noty3]]"He pulls out immediately, and asks, "Are you okay?"
<<if $condom is false>>"[[Is it okay if we do use a condom after all?|yescondom][$condom = true]]<</if>>\
\<<if $condom is true>>"[[Is it okay if we don't use a condom after all?|nocondom][$condom = false]]<</if>>
"[[I think I'd like to stop now. Sorry, I just- I don't think I can deal with having sex right now|noty4]]?"You finished the "Friends With Benefits" route! Thank you for playing.
I hope you enjoyed this! Please feel free to leave a comment at <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/26460991" target="_blank">my Ao3</a> if you did :)
[[Try again from the start?|Reset]]You finished the "Better as Friends" route! Thank you for playing.
I hope you enjoyed this! Please feel free to leave a comment at <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/26460991" target="_blank">my Ao3</a> if you did :)
[[Try again from the start?|Reset]]-Split gentle route into 4 subroutes instead of fucking with juggling 80 if statements every single passage - DONE
-Merged end of all gentle subroutes into sub/pass subroute @ aftercare because there's functionally no difference from then on - DONE
-added 4th ophelia for any made after PI(X) penetration has happened so he has to pull out before asking questions - DONE
-gonna have to make the bj/frot/headpats route seperate from sub/brat/gentle/rough routes/subroutes and drop the roleplay; not sustainable. make them accessible from one of the ophelias? - DONE
-tapout 1 - either main route; no bad grades - make option give right gte3 and reroute to correct route
-tapout 1 - no t/s; rewrite stripped down sub/brat routes without roleplay. probably merge? see how much time i have
-tapout 2 - can't keep up sub/brat thing - switch to either no RP route or give +5 sub/brat points
-populate tapout 3/4
-make selection styles uniform - '>•' throughout
-write rough redirection code
-write rough skeleton story
-populate at least one rough subroute tree & work from there
-actually write bj/frot/headpats/etc routes
note to self;
Am I absolutely fucking mental? there are so many variables and options here, fuck above. This is ridiculous, only galaxy horny brain would make this happen"You're right; you really do deserve to be punished for slacking," he says, slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
His hand falls to your neck, and you shiver at the touch; like a promise; like a threat. "You need discipline to raise your marks up to standard. Direction."
You feel your breath catch in your lungs, and keep your mouth shut for fear of making whatever discipline awaited you worse.
"First, we ought to get rid of that attitude. I can't stand a bad student giving me cheek."
He reaches down to tug at the hem of your shirt, firm.
"This comes off."
It's not a question.
>• [[So you don't answer; you comply, because you've earned this punishment.|r2bf shirtoff or not][$soff = true]]
>• [[You rest your hand on his, shake your head. Many things you're willing to do, but this isn't one.|r2bf shirtoff or not][$soff = false]]
>• "[[Ophelia|tapout 2]]""You're right; you really do deserve to be punished for slacking," he says, slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
His hand falls to your neck, and you shiver at the touch; like a promise; like a threat. "You need discipline to keep your marks as high as they can go. Direction."
You feel your breath catch in your lungs, and keep your mouth shut for fear of making whatever discipline awaited you worse.
"First, we ought to get rid of that attitude. I can't stand a good student that's smug about it."
He reaches down to tug at the hem of your shirt, firm.
"This comes off."
It's not a question.
>• [[So you don't answer; you comply, because you've earned this punishment.|r2bp shirtoff or not][$soff = true]]
>• [[You rest your hand on his, shake your head. Many things you're willing to do, but this isn't one.|r2bp shirtoff or not][$soff = false]]
>• "[[Ophelia|tapout 2]]""Of course," he smiles; or are his teeth bared for another reason? His hand falls to your neck, and you shiver at the touch; like a promise; like a threat. "I should have known you needed discipline to keep your marks up. Direction."
You feel your breath catch in your lungs, and keep your mouth shut for fear of making whatever discipline awaited you worse.
"Then you're going to have to be a good <<aff>> for me. Be good, and it'll all be over soon, won't it?"
His other hand reaches down to tug at the hem of your shirt, firm.
"This comes off."
It's not a question.
>• [[So you don't answer; just comply, let him tug on it.|r2sp shirtoff or not][$soff = true]]
>• [[You rest your hand on his, shake your head. Many things you're willing to do, but this isn't one.|r2sp shirtoff or not][$soff = false]]
>• "[[Ophelia|tapout 2]]""Of course," he smiles; or are his teeth bared for another reason? His hand falls to your neck, and you shiver at the touch; like a promise; like a threat. "You need discipline to raise your marks up to standard. Direction."
You feel your breath catch in your lungs, and keep your mouth shut for fear of making whatever discipline awaited you worse.
"Then you're going to have to be a good <<aff>> for me. Be good, and it'll all be over soon, won't it?"
His other hand reaches down to tug at the hem of your shirt, firm.
"This comes off."
It's not a question.
>• [[So you don't answer; just comply, let him tug on it.|r2sf shirtoff or not][$soff = true]]
>• [[You rest your hand on his, shake your head. Many things you're willing to do, but this isn't one.|r2sf shirtoff or not][$soff = false]]
>• "[[Ophelia|tapout 2]]"<<if $soff is true>>Tom yanks it off, and you hear a few threads rip. He doesn't even hesitate, throws it to the floor beside you, mouth immediately on your collarbone, pressing kisses and sucking bruises to your skin.
Your <<ext>> reacts to that, feel yourself reacting to the fear.
"You're so damned gorgeous. And you hid that from me, too? Kept such a sweet prize away from me? You've been cruel to me, $name."
An apology slips past your lips, but he silences you with another kiss.
"So naughty for making me worry, too. I only want what's best for you, you know that."
With a firm grip, he yanks you up off your chair, pulls and pushes you until you're sat atop the desk.
"The rest, too; strip for me."<</if>>\
\<<if $soff is false>>He nods, pulls his hand away from it.
With a firm grip, he yanks you up off your chair, pulls and pushes you until you're sat atop the desk.
"I suppose you can keep it on. What about the rest? I want you to strip for me."<</if>>
>• [[You do as you're told.|r3sp pants off][$boff = true]]
>• [[Shaking your head, you stand your ground, ask him to do it himself.|r3sp stripped][$boff = true]]
>• "[[I- actually. I'm a bit nervous about that, I'm sorry.|r3sp minor tapout][$boff = false]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Discarding your clothes to the floor, he swoops down to grab them, and throws them into his bottom desk drawer, locking it. Pocketing the key.
You swallow back nerves. You're stuck, exposed.
Tom sits back on his chair, and licks his lips as he observes you.
"Across my lap. I need to smack some sense into you."
He pats his knee, and holds eye contact; he's serious.
>• [[You bend over it; you did ask for punishment, after all.|r4sp spank]]
>• [[You shake your head; if he wants to spank you, he has to force you into it.|r4sp fightspank]]
>• "[[I'm not being difficult, but I really don't want spanked.|r4sp nospank][$spanked = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom leans in and yanks at your clothes, not enough to damage them, but it's a close thing. He throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it. Pockets the key.
Then he sits back on his chair, and licks his lips as he observes you.
"Across my lap. I need to smack some sense into you."
He pats his knee, and holds eye contact; he's serious.
>• [[You bend over it; you did ask for punishment, after all.|r4sp spank]]
>• [[You shake your head; if he wants to spank you, he has to force you into it.|r4sp fightspank]]
>• "[[I'm not being difficult, but I really don't want spanked.|r4sp nospank][$spanked = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom pauses, pulls back a little.
"If you don't want to take your clothes off, we may need to reassess this. Is there something else you'd rather do instead of having sex?"
You think.
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|clothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me through clothes?|clothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|clothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[I changed my mind, sorry - I'll strip.|r3sp pants off]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]""Good <<aff>>, $name."
You adjust a little, trying to find a comfortable way to sit; you're not certain there is one.
You don't find it before the first smack, at least. He puts some force behind it, drawing a yelp out of your mouth unbidden.
"Since you've been good and done as you're told, I'll go easy on you. Count with me to five."
<<set $spankcount = 0>>
>• "[[One.|rsp spankloop][$spankcount += 1; $spanked = true; $defiance = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]""Oh?" He raises his eyebrows, not looking in the slightest bit phased by your defiance.
He folds his arms, jaw tightening as he regards you. Clearly waiting for you to change your mind.
You don't.
"Alright. Either you get across my lap right now, or I drag you onto it and double how many smacks you get. I'll count to five."
Your breath hitches.
"One. Two. Three-"
<<set $spankcount = 0>>
>• [[You change your mind, and bend over it.|r4sp spank]]
>• [[You shake your head and stand your ground.|rsp spankloop][$defiance = true; $spankcount += 1; $spanked = true]]He drops the act for a moment, and nods.
"I can skip past it if you'd really rather. Are you sure?"
>• [[You nod. You can deal with most rough stuff, but you can't do spanking.|r5sp prefinger]]
>• "[[I think I might actually need to stop the roleplaying. Can we drop the teacher/student roleplay thing?|notsr redir from nospank]]"
>• "[[Is it okay if we stop entirely? I don't think I can go through with this.|noty3]]"<<if $spankcount is 1>><<if $defiance is false>>"Good <<aff>>. Another."<</if>><<if $defiance is true>>He drags you across his lap, pushing you down with one hand, holding you in place. He strikes you, and demands, "That's one. Count with me, or I'll go harder."<</if>>
>• "[[Two.|rsp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 2>>
You wince. It's starting to sting.
And another comes, harder.
>• "[[Three!|rsp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 3>>
This one is gentler, and you breathe out slowly, centring yourself.
>• "[[Four.|rsp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 4>><<if $defiance is false>>"Last one, <<aff>>. Count it."
It's far harder than the last, and you yelp, "[[Five!|r5sp prefinger][$spankcount += 1]]"<</if>>\
\<<if $defiance is true>>"Halfway, now," he reminds you, and you count, "[[Five!|rsp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>><</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 5>>It really stings now.
>• "[[Six-|rsp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 6>>Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.
>• "[[SEVEN!|rsp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 7>>He must have heard you struggling, because he goes far gentler this time.
>• "[[Eight...|rsp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 8>>A harsher one again, and you choke out, "[[Nine.|rsp spankloop][$spankcount +=1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 9>>"Last one," he reminds you.
You nod, and he clearly saved the worst for last, slapping you so hard you can barely say, "[[Ten.|r5sp prefinger]]"<</if>><<if $spanked is true>>You think you may get some reprieve once you're done counting, once it's over, but no; he lifts you up, bodily, and forces you face-first over the desk, exposing you, arse in the air.
It's already raw from having been smacked, and the fingers he digs into your hips as he maneuvers you adds to the pain. You bite your lip, trying to manage it.
If it didn't feel as good as it did, you're not sure you'd be able to cope. It's intense.
He pulls something out of one of the desk drawers, and you hear something wet. You try to look over your shoulder to see what he's doing, but he barks, "Eyes forward."
Of course, you do as you're told.
You figure it out pretty quickly, though. A wet finger presses against your <<int>>, and you jump a little in surprise.<</if>>\
\<<if $spanked is false>>He turns you to bend face-first over the desk, arse in the air.
He squeezes it, but doesn't slap. It's still uncomfortable, but you bite your lip, grit through it.
He pulls something out of one of the desk drawers, and you hear something wet. You try to look over your shoulder to see what he's doing, but he barks, "Eyes forward."
Of course, you do as you're told.
You figure it out pretty quickly, though. A wet finger presses against your <<int>>, and you jump a little in surprise.<</if>>
>• [[You let it happen.|r6sp fingering]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"He's rough, fingers bullying their way inside of you and forcing indelicate noises from you.
That's not to say it's bad; he quickly finds all the right spots, and your <<int>> aches for it, needing more. You whine, and you writhe, and he doesn't make a sound, silent as he works you undone.
Before you can come, he stills.
Asks, "Do you think you deserve my cock, $name?"
>• "[[Yes; please, I need it.|r7sp prefuck][$ycock = true]]"
>• "[[No, I don't.|r7sp prefuck][$ycock = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<<if $ycock is true>>"I think you might have earned it."<</if>><<if $ycock is false>>"You probably haven't. Tell you what; you're getting it, and it's up to you to do better. Understood?"<</if>>
You nod, and he withdraws his fingers; you feel so empty without them, whimpering at the loss.
He pauses, hums. <<if $spanked is true>>Digs his fingers into the tender flesh of your arse, and you can tell he's getting a sadistic thrill out of seeing you squirm.<</if>><<if $spanked is false>>Digs his fingers into your hip, pulling you back off the desk just a little.<</if>>
"Should I waste a condom on you?" he asks, nonchalant.
>• "[[Please, sir.|r8sp penetration][$condom = true]]"
>• "[[No, sir, don't waste anything on me|r8sp penetration][$condom = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<<if $condom is true>>You hear unzipping, and you hear foil crinkling, and you trust that he's doing as you asked, but you've learned your lesson, to not turn back.
When you feel him against your thigh, you're pretty sure it feels like latex, but he doesn't linger there long, lining up with your <<int>> and giving you only a few seconds' warning, a last chance to tap out.<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>You hear unzipping, and you want to see his cock before he fucks you, but you've learned your lesson, to not turn back.
When you feel him against your thigh, you're get a sense of the size, but he doesn't linger there long, lining up with your <<int>> and giving you only a few moments' warning, a last chance to tap out.<</if>>
>• [[You don't. You want this.|r9sp fucking]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"Tom takes the silence to mean what you intended it to, and pushes inside, pinning you down. You're not sure if the pain or the pleasure is higher, but you grip onto the edge of the desk, fingers curling around the edge of the wood, grounding yourself.
He forces your head down against the tabletop, pounding into you, merciless in his movement.
It doesn't take long for you to figure out the ratio; the pleasure is //definitely// higher.
When he asks, "Do you deserve to be touched?" you answer,
>• "[[Please, sir.|r10sp HJ]]"
>• "[[No, sir.|r10sp NHJ]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"He forces his hand between you and the desk, fingers finding you, working deftly to make you feel good. A growl escapes his throat, giving as he takes, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later, touching you so right you don't know how much longer you can last.
His teeth sink into your shoulder, and it's primal.
Glancing back, you catch sight of him, and it his you that it's //Tom// fucking you like this, like a wild beast; you have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever let yourself dream in your wildest fantasies. He's giving you everything you want, taking only mutual pleasure--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you come with a cry, clutching desperately at the edge of the desk.
He slows, just a little, just enough to ask, "Alright?"
You nod, once. You feel amazing, actually, but you can't verbalise that quite yet.
"Can I keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|r11sp cont]]"
>• "[[I can't. Too much.|r11sp pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"You don't even //need// him to touch you, the way he's hitting all the right spots. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later.
His teeth sink into your shoulder, and it's primal.
Glancing back, you catch sight of him, and it his you that it's //Tom// fucking you like this, like a wild beast; you have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever let yourself dream in your wildest fantasies. He's giving you everything you want, taking only mutual pleasure--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you come with a cry, clutching desperately at the edge of the desk.
He slows, just a little, just enough to ask, "Alright?"
You nod, once. You feel amazing, actually, but you can't verbalise that quite yet.
"Can I keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|r11sp cont]]"
>• "[[I can't. Too much.|r11sp pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]""//Good//," he breathes, pushing back so he has a better angle on you. He grabs your hair, pulls it with one hand, pushes you down against the desk with the other, fucking you so hard you think you might break.
It's ruthless. You feel like a toy, like he's determined to push you to see how far he can go before you break.
But he's already broken you, your head so fuzzy on the comedown, you can barely think.
Breathy moans come from him, and it's like a symphony; knowing it's your body drawing that reaction from him. Knowing it's your body he wants to use. Knowing it's your fantasy he wants to fulfill.
And when he tells you, "I'm going to come. I'm going to come in you," you have only a few moments to decide whether you want that, or if you want to beg for an alternative.
>• "[[Come inside, do it.|r12all creampie]]"
>• "[[Stop, pull out; come on my back.|r12all backshot]]"
>• "[[You can come on my face, sir.|r12all facial]]"
>• "[[Please, use my mouth.|r12all swallow]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"He pulls out immediately, gives you space but pets your hair gently.
"Do you need to lie down?"
He's dropped the rough act, and you'd smile if you had the energy.
You shake your head no, but bend your knees, slowly sinking to the floor, slipping off the desk. Not lying, but sitting. He seems to understand, rubbing a hand up and down your spine.
"Let me get you cleaned up." He doesn't push to chase his own orgasm, all attention focused on you.
You nod, and let him. He opens the drawer he stuffed your clothes into, pulls out a towel, a bottle of water. With reverent attention, he pours some water on the towel, and warns you, "This may be a little cold," before he wipes you down, cleaning you off. He peppers kisses along your skin as it's cleaned, and you're not sure if it's the frigidity of the water or his attention that has your skin in goosebumps.
"You were so good for me," he whispers. "Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[I'd love to.|rall aftercare]]"<<if $soff is true>>Tom yanks it off, and you hear a few threads rip. He doesn't even hesitate, throws it to the floor beside you, mouth immediately on your collarbone, pressing kisses and sucking bruises to your skin.
Your <<ext>> reacts to that, feel yourself reacting to the fear.
"You're so damned gorgeous. And you hid that from me, too? Kept such a sweet prize away from me? You've been cruel to me, $name."
An apology slips past your lips, but he silences you with another kiss.
"You're going to make it up to me."
With a firm grip, he yanks you up off your chair, pulls and pushes you until you're sat atop the desk.
"The rest, too; strip for me."<</if>>\
\<<if $soff is false>>He nods, pulls his hand away from it.
With a firm grip, he yanks you up off your chair, pulls and pushes you until you're sat atop the desk.
"I suppose you can keep it on. What about the rest? I want you to strip for me."<</if>>
>• [[You do as you're told.|r3sf pants off][$boff = true]]
>• [[Shaking your head, you stand your ground, ask him to do it himself.|r3sf stripped][$boff = true]]
>• "[[I- actually. I'm a bit nervous about that, I'm sorry.|r3sf minor tapout][$boff = false]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Discarding your clothes to the floor, he swoops down to grab them, and throws them into his bottom desk drawer, locking it. Pocketing the key.
You swallow back nerves. You're stuck, exposed.
Tom sits back on his chair, and licks his lips as he observes you.
"Across my lap. I need to smack some sense into you."
He pats his knee, and holds eye contact; he's serious.
>• [[You bend over it; you did ask for punishment, after all.|r4sf spank]]
>• [[You shake your head; if he wants to spank you, he has to force you into it.|r4sf fightspank]]
>• "[[I'm not being difficult, but I really don't want spanked.|r4sf nospank][$spanked = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom leans in and yanks at your clothes, not enough to damage them, but it's a close thing. He throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it. Pockets the key.
Then he sits back on his chair, and licks his lips as he observes you.
"Across my lap. I need to smack some sense into you."
He pats his knee, and holds eye contact; he's serious.
>• [[You bend over it; you did ask for punishment, after all.|r4sf spank]]
>• [[You shake your head; if he wants to spank you, he has to force you into it.|r4sf fightspank]]
>• "[[I'm not being difficult, but I really don't want spanked.|r4sf nospank][$spanked = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom pauses, pulls back a little.
"If you don't want to take your clothes off, we may need to reassess this. Is there something else you'd rather do instead of having sex?"
You think.
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|clothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me through clothes?|clothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|clothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[I changed my mind, sorry - I'll strip.|r3sf pants off]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]""Good <<aff>>, $name."
You adjust a little, trying to find a comfortable way to sit; you're not certain there is one.
You don't find it before the first smack, at least. He puts some force behind it, drawing a yelp out of your mouth unbidden.
"Since you've been good and done as you're told, I'll go easy on you. Count with me to five."
<<set $spankcount = 0>>
>• "[[One.|rbf spankloop][$spankcount += 1; $spanked = true; $defiance = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]""Oh?" He raises his eyebrows, not looking in the slightest bit phased by your defiance.
He folds his arms, jaw tightening as he regards you. Clearly waiting for you to change your mind.
You don't.
"Alright. Either you get across my lap right now, or I drag you onto it and double how many smacks you get. I'll count to five."
Your breath hitches.
"One. Two. Three-"
<<set $spankcount = 0>>
>• [[You change your mind, and bend over it.|r4sf spank]]
>• [[You shake your head and stand your ground.|rsf spankloop][$defiance = true; $spankcount += 1; $spanked = true]]He drops the act for a moment, and nods.
"I can skip past it if you'd really rather. Are you sure?"
>• [[You nod. You can deal with most rough stuff, but you can't do spanking.|r5sf prefinger]]
>• "[[I think I might actually need to stop the roleplaying. Can we drop the teacher/student roleplay thing?|notsr redir from nospank]]"
>• "[[Is it okay if we stop entirely? I don't think I can go through with this.|noty3]]"<<if $spankcount is 1>><<if $defiance is false>>"Good <<aff>>. Another."<</if>><<if $defiance is true>>He drags you across his lap, pushing you down with one hand, holding you in place. He strikes you, and demands, "That's one. Count with me, or I'll go harder."<</if>>
>• "[[Two.|rsf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 2>>
You wince. It's starting to sting.
And another comes, harder.
>• "[[Three!|rsf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 3>>
This one is gentler, and you breathe out slowly, centring yourself.
>• "[[Four.|rsf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 4>><<if $defiance is false>>"Last one, <<aff>>. Count it."
It's far harder than the last, and you yelp, "[[Five!|r5sf prefinger][$spankcount += 1]]"<</if>>\
\<<if $defiance is true>>"Halfway, now," he reminds you, and you count, "[[Five!|rsf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>><</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 5>>It really stings now.
>• "[[Six-|rsf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 6>>Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.
>• "[[SEVEN!|rsf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 7>>He must have heard you struggling, because he goes far gentler this time.
>• "[[Eight...|rsf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 8>>A harsher one again, and you choke out,
>• "[[Nine.|rsf spankloop][$spankcount +=1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 9>>"Last one," he reminds you.
You nod, and he clearly saved the worst for last, slapping you so hard you can barely say,
"[[Ten.|r5sf prefinger]]"<</if>><<if $spanked is true>>You think you may get some reprieve once you're done counting, once it's over, but no; he lifts you up, bodily, and forces you face-first over the desk, exposing you, arse in the air.
It's already raw from having been smacked, and the fingers he digs into your hips as he maneuvers you adds to the pain. You bite your lip, trying to manage it.
If it didn't feel as good as it did, you're not sure you'd be able to cope. It's intense.
He pulls something out of one of the desk drawers, and you hear something wet. You try to look over your shoulder to see what he's doing, but he barks, "Eyes forward."
Of course, you do as you're told.
You figure it out pretty quickly, though. A wet finger presses against your <<int>>, and you jump a little in surprise.<</if>>\
\<<if $spanked is false>>He turns you to bend face-first over the desk, arse in the air.
He squeezes it, but doesn't slap. It's still uncomfortable, but you bite your lip, grit through it.
He pulls something out of one of the desk drawers, and you hear something wet. You try to look over your shoulder to see what he's doing, but he barks, "Eyes forward."
Of course, you do as you're told.
You figure it out pretty quickly, though. A wet finger presses against your <<int>>, and you jump a little in surprise.<</if>>
>• [[You let it happen.|r6sf fingering]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"He's rough, fingers bullying their way inside of you and forcing indelicate noises from you.
That's not to say it's bad; he quickly finds all the right spots, and your <<int>> aches for it, needing more. You whine, and you writhe, and he doesn't make a sound, silent as he works you undone.
Before you can come, he stills.
Asks, "Do you think you deserve my cock, $name?"
>• "[[Yes; please, I need it.|r7sf prefuck][$ycock = true]]"
>• "[[No, I don't.|r7sf prefuck][$ycock = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<<if $ycock is true>>"I think you might have earned it."<</if>><<if $ycock is false>>"You probably haven't. Tell you what; you're getting it, and it's up to you to do better. Understood?"<</if>>
You nod, and he withdraws his fingers; you feel so empty without them, whimpering at the loss.
He pauses, hums. <<if $spanked is true>>Digs his fingers into the tender flesh of your arse, and you can tell he's getting a sadistic thrill out of seeing you squirm.<</if>><<if $spanked is false>>Digs his fingers into your hip, pulling you back off the desk just a little.<</if>>
"Should I waste a condom on you?" he asks, nonchalant.
>• "[[Please, sir.|r8sf penetration][$condom = true]]"
>• "[[No, sir, don't waste anything on me|r8sf penetration][$condom = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<<if $condom is true>>You hear unzipping, and you hear foil crinkling, and you trust that he's doing as you asked, but you've learned your lesson, to not turn back.
When you feel him against your thigh, you're pretty sure it feels like latex, but he doesn't linger there long, lining up with your <<int>> and giving you only a few seconds' warning, a last chance to tap out.<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>You hear unzipping, and you want to see his cock before he fucks you, but you've learned your lesson, to not turn back.
When you feel him against your thigh, you're get a sense of the size, but he doesn't linger there long, lining up with your <<int>> and giving you only a few moments' warning, a last chance to tap out.<</if>>
>• [[You don't. You want this.|r9sf fucking]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"Tom takes the silence to mean what you intended it to, and pushes inside, pinning you down. You're not sure if the pain or the pleasure is higher, but you grip onto the edge of the desk, fingers curling around the edge of the wood, grounding yourself.
He forces your head down against the tabletop, pounding into you, merciless in his movement.
It doesn't take long for you to figure out the ratio; the pleasure is //definitely// higher.
When he asks, "Do you deserve to be touched?" you answer,
>• "[[Please, sir.|r10sf HJ]]"
>• "[[No, sir.|r10sf NHJ]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"He forces his hand between you and the desk, fingers finding you, working deftly to make you feel good. A growl escapes his throat, giving as he takes, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later, touching you so right you don't know how much longer you can last.
His teeth sink into your shoulder, and it's primal.
Glancing back, you catch sight of him, and it his you that it's //Tom// fucking you like this, like a wild beast; you have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever let yourself dream in your wildest fantasies. He's giving you everything you want, taking only mutual pleasure--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you come with a cry, clutching desperately at the edge of the desk.
He slows, just a little, just enough to ask, "Alright?"
You nod, once. You feel amazing, actually, but you can't verbalise that quite yet.
"Can I keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|r11sf cont]]"
>• "[[I can't. Too much.|r11sf pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"You don't even //need// him to touch you, the way he's hitting all the right spots. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later.
His teeth sink into your shoulder, and it's primal.
Glancing back, you catch sight of him, and it his you that it's //Tom// fucking you like this, like a wild beast; you have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever let yourself dream in your wildest fantasies. He's giving you everything you want, taking only mutual pleasure--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you come with a cry, clutching desperately at the edge of the desk.
He slows, just a little, just enough to ask, "Alright?"
You nod, once. You feel amazing, actually, but you can't verbalise that quite yet.
"Can I keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|r11sf cont]]"
>• "[[I can't. Too much.|r11sf pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]""//Good//," he breathes, pushing back so he has a better angle on you. He grabs your hair, pulls it with one hand, pushes you down against the desk with the other, fucking you so hard you think you might break.
It's ruthless. You feel like a toy, like he's determined to push you to see how far he can go before you break.
But he's already broken you, your head so fuzzy on the comedown, you can barely think.
Breathy moans come from him, and it's like a symphony; knowing it's your body drawing that reaction from him. Knowing it's your body he wants to use. Knowing it's your fantasy he wants to fulfill.
And when he tells you, "I'm going to come. I'm going to come in you," you have only a few moments to decide whether you want that, or if you want to beg for an alternative.
>• "[[Come inside, do it.|r12all creampie]]"
>• "[[Stop, pull out; come on my back.|r12all backshot]]"
>• "[[You can come on my face, sir.|r12all facial]]"
>• "[[Please, use my mouth.|r12all swallow]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"He pulls out immediately, gives you space but pets your hair gently.
"Do you need to lie down?"
He's dropped the rough act, and you'd smile if you had the energy.
You shake your head no, but bend your knees, slowly sinking to the floor, slipping off the desk. Not lying, but sitting. He seems to understand, rubbing a hand up and down your spine.
"Let me get you cleaned up." He doesn't push to chase his own orgasm, all attention focused on you.
You nod, and let him. He opens the drawer he stuffed your clothes into, pulls out a towel, a bottle of water. With reverent attention, he pours some water on the towel, and warns you, "This may be a little cold," before he wipes you down, cleaning you off. He peppers kisses along your skin as it's cleaned, and you're not sure if it's the frigidity of the water or his attention that has your skin in goosebumps.
"You were so good for me," he whispers. "Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[I'd love to.|rall aftercare]]"<<if $soff is true>>Tom yanks it off, and you hear a few threads rip. He doesn't even hesitate, throws it to the floor beside you, mouth immediately on your collarbone, pressing kisses and sucking bruises to your skin.
Your <<ext>> reacts to that, feel yourself reacting to the fear.
"You're so damned gorgeous. And you hid that from me, too? Kept such a sweet prize away from me? You've been cruel to me, $name."
You don't apologise. You smile back at him.
"We talked about that attitude."
With a firm grip, he yanks you up off your chair, pulls and pushes you until you're sat atop the desk.
"The rest, too; strip for me."<</if>>\
\<<if $soff is false>>He nods, pulls his hand away from it.
With a firm grip, he yanks you up off your chair, pulls and pushes you until you're sat atop the desk.
"I suppose you can keep it on. What about the rest? I want you to strip for me."<</if>>
>• [[You do as you're told.|r3bp pants off][$boff = true]]
>• [[Shaking your head, you stand your ground, ask him to do it himself.|r3bp stripped][$boff = true]]
>• "[[I- actually. I'm a bit nervous about that, I'm sorry.|r3bp minor tapout][$boff = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Discarding your clothes to the floor, he swoops down to grab them, and throws them into his bottom desk drawer, locking it. Pocketing the key.
You swallow back nerves. You're stuck, exposed.
Tom sits back on his chair, and licks his lips as he observes you.
"Across my lap. I need to smack some sense into you."
He pats his knee, and holds eye contact; he's serious.
>• [[You bend over it; you did ask for punishment, after all.|r4bp spank]]
>• [[You shake your head; if he wants to spank you, he has to force you into it.|r4bp fightspank]]
>• "[[I'm not being difficult, but I really don't want spanked.|r4bp nospank][$spanked = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom leans in and yanks at your clothes, not enough to damage them, but it's a close thing. He throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it. Pockets the key.
Then he sits back on his chair, and licks his lips as he observes you.
"Across my lap. I need to smack some sense into you."
He pats his knee, and holds eye contact; he's serious.
>• [[You bend over it; you did ask for punishment, after all.|r4bp spank]]
>• [[You shake your head; if he wants to spank you, he has to force you into it.|r4bp fightspank]]
>• "[[I'm not being difficult, but I really don't want spanked.|r4bp nospank][$spanked = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom pauses, pulls back a little.
"If you don't want to take your clothes off, we may need to reassess this. Is there something else you'd rather do instead of having sex?"
You think.
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|clothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me through clothes?|clothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|clothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[I changed my mind, sorry - I'll strip.|r3bp pants off]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]""Good. Doing what you're told for a change, $name."
You adjust a little, trying to find a comfortable way to sit; you're not certain there is one.
You don't find it before the first smack, at least. He puts some force behind it, drawing a yelp out of your mouth unbidden.
"Since you've been good and done as you're told, I'll go easy on you. Count with me to five."
<<set $spankcount = 0>>
>• "[[One.|rbf spankloop][$spankcount += 1; $spanked = true; $defiance = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]""Oh?" He raises his eyebrows, not looking in the slightest bit phased by your defiance.
He folds his arms, jaw tightening as he regards you. Clearly waiting for you to change your mind.
You don't.
"Alright. Either you get across my lap right now, or I drag you onto it and double how many smacks you get. I'll count to five."
Your breath hitches.
"One. Two. Three-"
<<set $spankcount = 0>>
>• [[You change your mind, and bend over it.|r4bp spank]]
>• [[You shake your head and stand your ground.|rbp spankloop][$defiance = true; $spankcount += 1; $spanked = true]]He drops the act for a moment, and nods.
"I can skip past it if you'd really rather. Are you sure?"
>• [[You nod. You can deal with most rough stuff, but you can't do spanking.|r5bp prefinger]]
>• "[[I think I might actually need to stop the roleplaying. Can we drop the teacher/student roleplay thing?|notsr redir from nospank]]"
>• "[[Is it okay if we stop entirely? I don't think I can go through with this.|noty3]]"<<if $spankcount is 1>><<if $defiance is false>>"Good <<aff>>. Another."<</if>><<if $defiance is true>>He drags you across his lap, pushing you down with one hand, holding you in place. He strikes you, and demands, "That's one. Count with me, or I'll go harder."<</if>>
>• "[[Two.|rbp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 2>>
You wince. It's starting to sting.
And another comes, harder.
>• "[[Three!|rbp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 3>>
This one is gentler, and you breathe out slowly, centring yourself.
>• "[[Four.|rbp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 4>><<if $defiance is false>>"Last one, <<aff>>. Count it."
It's far harder than the last, and you yelp, "[[Five!|r5bp prefinger][$spankcount += 1]]"<</if>>\
\<<if $defiance is true>>"Halfway, now," he reminds you, and you count, "[[Five!|rbp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>><</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 5>>It really stings now.
>• "[[Six-|rbp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 6>>Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.
>• "[[SEVEN!|rbp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 7>>He must have heard you struggling, because he goes far gentler this time.
>• "[[Eight...|rbp spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 8>>A harsher one again, and you choke out,
>• "[[Nine.|rbp spankloop][$spankcount +=1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 9>>"Last one," he reminds you.
You nod, and he clearly saved the worst for last, slapping you so hard you can barely say,
"[[Ten.|r5bp prefinger]]"<</if>><<if $spanked is true>>You think you may get some reprieve once you're done counting, once it's over, but no; he lifts you up, bodily, and forces you face-first over the desk, exposing you, arse in the air.
It's already raw from having been smacked, and the fingers he digs into your hips as he maneuvers you adds to the pain. You bite your lip, trying to manage it.
If it didn't feel as good as it did, you're not sure you'd be able to cope. It's intense.
He pulls something out of one of the desk drawers, and you hear something wet. You try to look over your shoulder to see what he's doing, but he barks, "Eyes forward."
Of course, you do as you're told.
You figure it out pretty quickly, though. A wet finger presses against your <<int>>, and you jump a little in surprise.<</if>>\
\<<if $spanked is false>>He turns you to bend face-first over the desk, arse in the air.
He squeezes it, but doesn't slap. It's still uncomfortable, but you bite your lip, grit through it.
He pulls something out of one of the desk drawers, and you hear something wet. You try to look over your shoulder to see what he's doing, but he barks, "Eyes forward."
Of course, you do as you're told.
You figure it out pretty quickly, though. A wet finger presses against your <<int>>, and you jump a little in surprise.<</if>>
>• [[You let it happen.|r6bp fingering]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"He's rough, fingers bullying their way inside of you and forcing indelicate noises from you.
That's not to say it's bad; he quickly finds all the right spots, and your <<int>> aches for it, needing more. You whine, and you writhe, and he doesn't make a sound, silent as he works you undone.
Before you can come, he stills.
Asks, "Do you think you deserve my cock, $name?"
>• "[[Yes; please, I need it.|r7bp prefuck][$ycock = true]]"
>• "[[No, I don't.|r7bp prefuck][$ycock = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<<if $ycock is true>>"I think you might have earned it."<</if>><<if $ycock is false>>"You probably haven't. Tell you what; you're getting it, and it's up to you to do better. Understood?"<</if>>
You nod, and he withdraws his fingers; you feel so empty without them, whimpering at the loss.
He pauses, hums. <<if $spanked is true>>Digs his fingers into the tender flesh of your arse, and you can tell he's getting a sadistic thrill out of seeing you squirm.<</if>><<if $spanked is false>>Digs his fingers into your hip, pulling you back off the desk just a little.<</if>>
"Should I waste a condom on you?" he asks, nonchalant.
>• "[[Please, sir.|r8bp penetration][$condom = true]]"
>• "[[No, sir, don't waste anything on me|r8bp penetration][$condom = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<<if $condom is true>>You hear unzipping, and you hear foil crinkling, and you trust that he's doing as you asked, but you've learned your lesson, to not turn back.
When you feel him against your thigh, you're pretty sure it feels like latex, but he doesn't linger there long, lining up with your <<int>> and giving you only a few seconds' warning, a last chance to tap out.<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>You hear unzipping, and you want to see his cock before he fucks you, but you've learned your lesson, to not turn back.
When you feel him against your thigh, you're get a sense of the size, but he doesn't linger there long, lining up with your <<int>> and giving you only a few moments' warning, a last chance to tap out.<</if>>
>• [[You don't. You want this.|r9bp fucking]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"Tom takes the silence to mean what you intended it to, and pushes inside, pinning you down. You're not sure if the pain or the pleasure is higher, but you grip onto the edge of the desk, fingers curling around the edge of the wood, grounding yourself.
He forces your head down against the tabletop, pounding into you, merciless in his movement.
It doesn't take long for you to figure out the ratio; the pleasure is //definitely// higher.
When he asks, "Do you deserve to be touched?" you answer,
>• "[[Please, sir.|r10bp HJ]]"
>• "[[No, sir.|r10bp NHJ]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"He forces his hand between you and the desk, fingers finding you, working deftly to make you feel good. A growl escapes his throat, giving as he takes, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later, touching you so right you don't know how much longer you can last.
His teeth sink into your shoulder, and it's primal.
Glancing back, you catch sight of him, and it his you that it's //Tom// fucking you like this, like a wild beast; you have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever let yourself dream in your wildest fantasies. He's giving you everything you want, taking only mutual pleasure--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you come with a cry, clutching desperately at the edge of the desk.
He slows, just a little, just enough to ask, "Alright?"
You nod, once. You feel amazing, actually, but you can't verbalise that quite yet.
"Can I keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|r11bp cont]]"
>• "[[I can't. Too much.|r11bp pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"You don't even //need// him to touch you, the way he's hitting all the right spots. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later.
His teeth sink into your shoulder, and it's primal.
Glancing back, you catch sight of him, and it his you that it's //Tom// fucking you like this, like a wild beast; you have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever let yourself dream in your wildest fantasies. He's giving you everything you want, taking only mutual pleasure--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you come with a cry, clutching desperately at the edge of the desk.
He slows, just a little, just enough to ask, "Alright?"
You nod, once. You feel amazing, actually, but you can't verbalise that quite yet.
"Can I keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|r11bp cont]]"
>• "[[I can't. Too much.|r11bp pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]""//Good//," he breathes, pushing back so he has a better angle on you. He grabs your hair, pulls it with one hand, pushes you down against the desk with the other, fucking you so hard you think you might break.
It's ruthless. You feel like a toy, like he's determined to push you to see how far he can go before you break.
But he's already broken you, your head so fuzzy on the comedown, you can barely think.
Breathy moans come from him, and it's like a symphony; knowing it's your body drawing that reaction from him. Knowing it's your body he wants to use. Knowing it's your fantasy he wants to fulfill.
And when he tells you, "I'm going to come. I'm going to come in you," you have only a few moments to decide whether you want that, or if you want to beg for an alternative.
>• "[[Come inside, do it.|r12all creampie]]"
>• "[[Stop, pull out; come on my back.|r12all backshot]]"
>• "[[You can come on my face, sir.|r12all facial]]"
>• "[[Please, use my mouth.|r12all swallow]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"He pulls out immediately, gives you space but pets your hair gently.
"Do you need to lie down?"
He's dropped the rough act, and you'd smile if you had the energy.
You shake your head no, but bend your knees, slowly sinking to the floor, slipping off the desk. Not lying, but sitting. He seems to understand, rubbing a hand up and down your spine.
"Let me get you cleaned up." He doesn't push to chase his own orgasm, all attention focused on you.
You nod, and let him. He opens the drawer he stuffed your clothes into, pulls out a towel, a bottle of water. With reverent attention, he pours some water on the towel, and warns you, "This may be a little cold," before he wipes you down, cleaning you off. He peppers kisses along your skin as it's cleaned, and you're not sure if it's the frigidity of the water or his attention that has your skin in goosebumps.
"You were so good for me," he whispers. "Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[I'd love to.|rall aftercare]]"Tom squeezes your hip, fingers digging into your skin, and doesn't falter for a second, doesn't hesitate before his cock pulses deep inside you.
It's all you can feel; all you're willing to focus on.
He stays inside you a little longer, catching his breath after, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "You were so good for me. So good."
Nipping at your earlobe, you feel his breath against your skin. It's still ragged from exertion.
<<if $condom is true>>He slips out of you, and you feel empty without him in you. Looking over your shoulder, you see him roll the condom off, throwing it to one side, and you hear it meet its mark in a bin just out of sight.<</if>>\
\<<if $condom is false>>He slips out of you, and you feel empty without him in you. You can feel the warmth of his come spilling from you. You almost want to reach between your legs, to plug it up, keep it inside.<</if>>
He falls back against his chair, letting out a heavy sigh.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|rall cooldown]]<<if $condom is true>>You look over your shoulder as he pulls out, and rolls the condom off in one deft movement, and wraps his slender fingers around himself.<</if>><<if $condom is false>>You look over your shoulder as he pulls out, and wraps his slender fingers around himself.<</if>>
It doesn't take long; he whispers, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into you, and you watch his cock pulse, spilling onto your back, coating it white.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays there a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when he opens his eyes to look at you, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
You let him pull away, watch as he grabs the discarded condom, throws it off to one side, and you hear it meet its mark in a bin just out of sight.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|rall cooldown]]<<if $condom is true>>He pulls out, rolls the condom off in one deft movement, and wraps his slender fingers around himself.<</if>><<if $condom is false>>He pulls out, and wraps his slender fingers around himself.<</if>>He urges you off the table, and you get to the floor, sitting at his feet, looking up as he touches himself.
It doesn't take long; he whispers, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into your shoulders, and you close your eyes as his cock pulses, spilling onto your face, coating you with his warm come.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays there a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when does speak, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
\<<if $condom is true>>You let him pull away, listen as he grabs the discarded condom, throws it off to one side, and you hear it meet its mark in a bin just out of sight.<</if>>\
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|rall cooldown]]<<if $condom is true>>He pulls out, rolls the condom off in one deft movement, and wraps his slender fingers around himself.<</if>><<if $condom is false>>He pulls out, wraps his slender fingers around himself.<</if>> He urges you off the table, and you get to the floor, sitting at his feet, looking up as he touches himself.
It doesn't take long; he whispers, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, before opening your mouth and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into your shoulders, and you watch him as his cock pulses, spilling into your mouth, coating your tongue with his warm come.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays there a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when does speak, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
<<if $condom is true>>You let him pull away, listen as he grabs the discarded condom, throws it off to one side, and you hear it meet its mark in a bin just out of sight.<</if>>
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|rall cooldown]]You don't have to think; he grabs your wrist, and urges you to sit on the floor, to put your head on his knee. It's a good plan, really; he pets your hair, and that grounds you.
Matching your breathing to his, you're definitely a little spacey, but you think it might be a good thing.
After a little while, he leans forward, retrieves a towel and bottle of water from the drawer he locked your clothes in.
"Let me clean you up a little," he suggests, and you let him wipe you down, meeting you on the floor, hands and knees; he gives you the rest of the water bottle to drink as he does so. Kisses your skin as he cleans it.
"You really were so good for me, $name. Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[Please.|rall aftercare]]"He hands over your clothes, and steps aside to let you dress, averting his gaze as if he hasn't already seen you bare. You catch a glimpse of him adjusting himself, tucking himself back into his trousers, but you feel it only polite to offer him the same privacy he's offering you.
When you're clothed again, he smiles at you, and leads the way out of the room, a hand on your lower back; supporting you, guiding you.
You try not to collapse back into your seat, but your legs are jelly. <<if $spanked is true>>You wince a little, your skin still slightly raw from your earlier punishment.<</if>>
"I'll get you that $cont of $drink, now."
You thank him, and try to regain control of your higher senses.
When he returns with your $cont, that grounds you a little. Something warm to hold on to.
"Are you doing alright, $name?" he asks, brow slightly furrowed in concern.
>• "[[I'm better than alright.|all good]]"
>• "[[I'm a little overwhelmed, but I'll get there.|all iffy]]"
>• "[[Would it be an imposition to ask for a cuddle?|all nsg]]"<<if $soff is true>>Tom yanks it off, and you hear a few threads rip. He doesn't even hesitate, throws it to the floor beside you, mouth immediately on your collarbone, pressing kisses and sucking bruises to your skin.
Your <<ext>> reacts to that, feel yourself reacting to the fear.
"You're so damned gorgeous. And you hid that from me, too? Kept such a sweet prize away from me? You've been cruel to me, $name."
You don't apologise. You smile back at him.
"We talked about that attitude."
With a firm grip, he yanks you up off your chair, pulls and pushes you until you're sat atop the desk.
"The rest, too; strip for me."<</if>>\
\<<if $soff is false>>He nods, pulls his hand away from it.
With a firm grip, he yanks you up off your chair, pulls and pushes you until you're sat atop the desk.
"I suppose you can keep it on. What about the rest? I want you to strip for me."<</if>>
>• [[You do as you're told.|r3bf pants off][$boff = true]]
>• [[Shaking your head, you stand your ground, ask him to do it himself.|r3bf stripped][$boff = true]]
>• "[[I- actually. I'm a bit nervous about that, I'm sorry.|r3bf minor tapout][$boff = false]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Discarding your clothes to the floor, he swoops down to grab them, and throws them into his bottom desk drawer, locking it. Pocketing the key.
You swallow back nerves. You're stuck, exposed.
Tom sits back on his chair, and licks his lips as he observes you.
"Across my lap. I need to smack some sense into you."
He pats his knee, and holds eye contact; he's serious.
>• [[You bend over it; you did ask for punishment, after all.|r4bf spank]]
>• [[You shake your head; if he wants to spank you, he has to force you into it.|r4bf fightspank]]
>• "[[I'm not being difficult, but I really don't want spanked.|r4bf nospank][$spanked = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom leans in and yanks at your clothes, not enough to damage them, but it's a close thing. He throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it. Pockets the key.
Then he sits back on his chair, and licks his lips as he observes you.
"Across my lap. I need to smack some sense into you."
He pats his knee, and holds eye contact; he's serious.
>• [[You bend over it; you did ask for punishment, after all.|r4bf spank]]
>• [[You shake your head; if he wants to spank you, he has to force you into it.|r4bf fightspank]]
>• "[[I'm not being difficult, but I really don't want spanked.|r4bf nospank][$spanked = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]"Tom pauses, pulls back a little.
"If you don't want to take your clothes off, we may need to reassess this. Is there something else you'd rather do instead of having sex?"
You think.
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|clothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me through clothes?|clothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|clothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[I changed my mind, sorry - I'll strip.|r3bf pants off]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]""Good. Doing what you're told for a change, $name."
You adjust a little, trying to find a comfortable way to sit; you're not certain there is one.
You don't find it before the first smack, at least. He puts some force behind it, drawing a yelp out of your mouth unbidden.
"Since you've been good and done as you're told, I'll go easy on you. Count with me to five."
<<set $spankcount = 0>>
>• "[[One.|rbf spankloop][$spankcount += 1; $spanked = true; $defiance = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 2]]""Oh?" He raises his eyebrows, not looking in the slightest bit phased by your defiance.
He folds his arms, jaw tightening as he regards you. Clearly waiting for you to change your mind.
You don't.
"Alright. Either you get across my lap right now, or I drag you onto it and double how many smacks you get. I'll count to five."
Your breath hitches.
"One. Two. Three-"
<<set $spankcount = 0>>
>• [[You change your mind, and bend over it.|r4bf spank]]
>• [[You shake your head and stand your ground.|rbf spankloop][$defiance = true; $spankcount += 1; $spanked = true]]He drops the act for a moment, and nods.
"I can skip past it if you'd really rather. Are you sure?"
>• [[You nod. You can deal with most rough stuff, but you can't do spanking.|r5bf prefinger]]
>• "[[I think I might actually need to stop the roleplaying. Can we drop the teacher/student roleplay thing?|notsr redir from nospank]]"
>• "[[Is it okay if we stop entirely? I don't think I can go through with this.|noty3]]"<<if $spankcount is 1>><<if $defiance is false>>"Good <<aff>>. Another."<</if>><<if $defiance is true>>He drags you across his lap, pushing you down with one hand, holding you in place. He strikes you, and demands, "That's one. Count with me, or I'll go harder."<</if>>
>• "[[Two.|rbf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 2>>
You wince. It's starting to sting.
And another comes, harder.
>• "[[Three!|rbf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 3>>
This one is gentler, and you breathe out slowly, centring yourself.
>• "[[Four.|rbf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"
<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 4>><<if $defiance is false>>"Last one, <<aff>>. Count it."
It's far harder than the last, and you yelp, "[[Five!|r5bf prefinger][$spankcount += 1]]"<</if>>\
\<<if $defiance is true>>"Halfway, now," he reminds you, and you count, "[[Five!|rbf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>><</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 5>>It really stings now.
>• "[[Six-|rbf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 6>>Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.
>• "[[SEVEN!|rbf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 7>>He must have heard you struggling, because he goes far gentler this time.
>• "[[Eight...|rbf spankloop][$spankcount += 1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 8>>A harsher one again, and you choke out,
>• "[[Nine.|rbf spankloop][$spankcount +=1]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout spank]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $spankcount is 9>>"Last one," he reminds you.
You nod, and he clearly saved the worst for last, slapping you so hard you can barely say,
"[[Ten.|r5bf prefinger]]"<</if>><<if $spanked is true>>You think you may get some reprieve once you're done counting, once it's over, but no; he lifts you up, bodily, and forces you face-first over the desk, exposing you, arse in the air.
It's already raw from having been smacked, and the fingers he digs into your hips as he maneuvers you adds to the pain. You bite your lip, trying to manage it.
If it didn't feel as good as it did, you're not sure you'd be able to cope. It's intense.
He pulls something out of one of the desk drawers, and you hear something wet. You try to look over your shoulder to see what he's doing, but he barks, "Eyes forward."
Of course, you do as you're told.
You figure it out pretty quickly, though. A wet finger presses against your <<int>>, and you jump a little in surprise.<</if>>\
\<<if $spanked is false>>He turns you to bend face-first over the desk, arse in the air.
He squeezes it, but doesn't slap. It's still uncomfortable, but you bite your lip, grit through it.
He pulls something out of one of the desk drawers, and you hear something wet. You try to look over your shoulder to see what he's doing, but he barks, "Eyes forward."
Of course, you do as you're told.
You figure it out pretty quickly, though. A wet finger presses against your <<int>>, and you jump a little in surprise.<</if>>
>• [[You let it happen.|r6bf fingering]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"He's rough, fingers bullying their way inside of you and forcing indelicate noises from you.
That's not to say it's bad; he quickly finds all the right spots, and your <<int>> aches for it, needing more. You whine, and you writhe, and he doesn't make a sound, silent as he works you undone.
Before you can come, he stills.
Asks, "Do you think you deserve my cock, $name?"
>• "[[Yes; please, I need it.|r7bf prefuck][$ycock = true]]"
>• "[[No, I don't.|r7bf prefuck][$ycock = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<<if $ycock is true>>"I think you might have earned it."<</if>><<if $ycock is false>>"You probably haven't. Tell you what; you're getting it, and it's up to you to do better. Understood?"<</if>>
You nod, and he withdraws his fingers; you feel so empty without them, whimpering at the loss.
He pauses, hums. <<if $spanked is true>>Digs his fingers into the tender flesh of your arse, and you can tell he's getting a sadistic thrill out of seeing you squirm.<</if>><<if $spanked is false>>Digs his fingers into your hip, pulling you back off the desk just a little.<</if>>
"Should I waste a condom on you?" he asks, nonchalant.
>• "[[Please, sir.|r8bf penetration][$condom = true]]"
>• "[[No, sir, don't waste anything on me|r8bf penetration][$condom = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"<<if $condom is true>>You hear unzipping, and you hear foil crinkling, and you trust that he's doing as you asked, but you've learned your lesson, to not turn back.
When you feel him against your thigh, you're pretty sure it feels like latex, but he doesn't linger there long, lining up with your <<int>> and giving you only a few seconds' warning, a last chance to tap out.<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>You hear unzipping, and you want to see his cock before he fucks you, but you've learned your lesson, to not turn back.
When you feel him against your thigh, you're get a sense of the size, but he doesn't linger there long, lining up with your <<int>> and giving you only a few moments' warning, a last chance to tap out.<</if>>
>• [[You don't. You want this.|r9bf fucking]]
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 3]]"Tom takes the silence to mean what you intended it to, and pushes inside, pinning you down. You're not sure if the pain or the pleasure is higher, but you grip onto the edge of the desk, fingers curling around the edge of the wood, grounding yourself.
He forces your head down against the tabletop, pounding into you, merciless in his movement.
It doesn't take long for you to figure out the ratio; the pleasure is //definitely// higher.
When he asks, "Do you deserve to be touched?" you answer,
>• "[[Please, sir.|r10bf HJ]]"
>• "[[No, sir.|r10bf NHJ]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"He forces his hand between you and the desk, fingers finding you, working deftly to make you feel good. A growl escapes his throat, giving as he takes, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later, touching you so right you don't know how much longer you can last.
His teeth sink into your shoulder, and it's primal.
Glancing back, you catch sight of him, and it his you that it's //Tom// fucking you like this, like a wild beast; you have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever let yourself dream in your wildest fantasies. He's giving you everything you want, taking only mutual pleasure--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you come with a cry, clutching desperately at the edge of the desk.
He slows, just a little, just enough to ask, "Alright?"
You nod, once. You feel amazing, actually, but you can't verbalise that quite yet.
"Can I keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|r11bf cont]]"
>• "[[I can't. Too much.|r11bf pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"You don't even //need// him to touch you, the way he's hitting all the right spots. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later.
His teeth sink into your shoulder, and it's primal.
Glancing back, you catch sight of him, and it his you that it's //Tom// fucking you like this, like a wild beast; you have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever let yourself dream in your wildest fantasies. He's giving you everything you want, taking only mutual pleasure--
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you come with a cry, clutching desperately at the edge of the desk.
He slows, just a little, just enough to ask, "Alright?"
You nod, once. You feel amazing, actually, but you can't verbalise that quite yet.
"Can I keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|r11bf cont]]"
>• "[[I can't. Too much.|r11bf pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]""//Good//," he breathes, pushing back so he has a better angle on you. He grabs your hair, pulls it with one hand, pushes you down against the desk with the other, fucking you so hard you think you might break.
It's ruthless. You feel like a toy, like he's determined to push you to see how far he can go before you break.
But he's already broken you, your head so fuzzy on the comedown, you can barely think.
Breathy moans come from him, and it's like a symphony; knowing it's your body drawing that reaction from him. Knowing it's your body he wants to use. Knowing it's your fantasy he wants to fulfill.
And when he tells you, "I'm going to come. I'm going to come in you," you have only a few moments to decide whether you want that, or if you want to beg for an alternative.
>• "[[Come inside, do it.|r12all creampie]]"
>• "[[Stop, pull out; come on my back.|r12all backshot]]"
>• "[[You can come on my face, sir.|r12all facial]]"
>• "[[Please, use my mouth.|r12all swallow]]"
>• "[[Ophelia.|tapout 4]]"He pulls out immediately, gives you space but pets your hair gently.
"Do you need to lie down?"
He's dropped the rough act, and you'd smile if you had the energy.
You shake your head no, but bend your knees, slowly sinking to the floor, slipping off the desk. Not lying, but sitting. He seems to understand, rubbing a hand up and down your spine.
"Let me get you cleaned up." He doesn't push to chase his own orgasm, all attention focused on you.
You nod, and let him. He opens the drawer he stuffed your clothes into, pulls out a towel, a bottle of water. With reverent attention, he pours some water on the towel, and warns you, "This may be a little cold," before he wipes you down, cleaning you off. He peppers kisses along your skin as it's cleaned, and you're not sure if it's the frigidity of the water or his attention that has your skin in goosebumps.
"You were so good for me," he whispers. "Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[I'd love to.|rall aftercare]]"<<if not hasVisited("subpassgentle")>><<goto "no tsr clean start">><</if>>
<<if not hasVisited("subfailgentle")>><<goto "no tsr clean start">><</if>>
<<if not hasVisited("bratrightgentle")>><<goto "no tsr clean start">><</if>>
<<if not hasVisited("bratfailgentle")>><<goto "no tsr clean start">><</if>>
<<if not hasVisited ("g2sp shirtoff or not")>><<goto "no tsr shirtoff or not">><</if>>
<<if not hasVisited ("g2sf shirtoff or not")>><<goto "no tsr shirtoff or not">><</if>>
<<if not hasVisited ("g2br shirtoff or not")>><<goto "no tsr shirtoff or not">><</if>>
<<if not hasVisited ("g2bf shirtoff or not")>><<goto "no tsr shirtoff or not">><</if>>
<<if not hasVisited ("g3sp pants off")>><<goto "no tsr pants off">><</if>>
<<if not hasVisited ("g3sf pants off")>><<goto "no tsr pants off">><</if>>
<<if not hasVisited ("g3bp pants off")>><<goto "no tsr pants off">><</if>>
<<if not hasVisited ("g3bf pants off")>><<goto "no tsr pants off">><</if>>"Of course. Anything you want."
Tom runs his fingers down your cheek, and rests his hand on the nape of your neck. Your <<ext>> twitches again, and you feel your breath catch in your lungs.
With his other hand, he runs his fingers down your arm, and gently pushes up your shirt, just enough to expose the faintest hint of skin.
"Will you take this for me, $name?"
>• "[[Of course.|no tsr shirtoff or not][$soff = true]]"
>• "[[I'd rather keep it on, if that's okay?|no tsr shirtoff or not][$soff = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"<<if $soff is true>>You strip your top half, dropping your garments into a pile on the floor.
Immediately he leans in to kiss the exposed skin, along your collarbones and down to your chest, flicking his tongue across your nipples.
"Fuck, you're magnificent, $name."
He regards you like one might look at a gallery piece, wide-eyed and wonderstruck.
"And the rest? Will you strip for me?"
>• "[[Of course.|no tsr pants off][$boff = true]]"
>• "[[Can you do it for me?|no tsr stripped][$boff = true]]"
>• "[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|no tsr minor tapout][$boff = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $soff is false>>He nods, and pulls his hand away.
"Of course," he whispers, apologetic. "I imagine you're every bit as beautiful unclothed as you are now, but if you're not comfortable, I won't force you."
Your heart flutters a little at how considerate he's being about this, even when you're clearly deviating from his plan.
"What about the rest? How much do you want to take off?"
>• "[[I can take the rest off for you - I just don't want my shirt off.|no tsr pants off]]"
>• "[[The rest is fine, but... Can you do it for me?|no tsr stripped]]"
>• "[[I- I'm nervous about that, I'm sorry.|no tsr minor tapout][$boff = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"<</if>>You strip for Tom, dropping your clothes to the floor. He bends to pick them up, and throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it.
Then he picks you up in one deft motion - stronger than he looks, with the ease he does it with - and places you on top of the desk, facing him. A shudder runs through you as the cold wood connects with your arse.
"You're exquisite," he whispers, kneeling between your legs. You want to cover yourself, to hide, but his fingers pry your knees apart so he can //look// at you.
"Truly, you're beautiful," he continues, reaching out delicate fingers to gently rub your <<ext>>, sending another violent shiver down your spine. You grip onto the edge of the desk to ground yourself.
"I'm going to suck on your <<ext>> 'til you see stars."
>• [[You let him.|no tsr suck][$sub += 1]]
>• [[You stop him.|notsr other]]
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"He wastes no time. He leans forward, and licks you, sucks you, firm and forceful, fingers squeezing your thighs.
And you watch him. And try to let it sink in that you're really seeing Tom Hiddleston's mouth around your <<ext>>.
It draws a moan from your throat, entirely unintentional. This is happening to you.
His technique is wonderful; not so fast you feel like you're going to come before things go any further, but not so slow you're frustrated. He keeps you balanced on the edge before bringing you back down again, pulling back to kiss your thighs, your stomach.
But, after some more time in the blissful heat of his mouth, he pulls all the way back, a little bit of what might be his spit or might be you still linking his lower lip to your <<ext>>, but that's all.
"Much as I'd love to continue, I feel we have other things we could be doing."
>• [[You agree, nodding once, incapable of much more|no tsr prep][$sub += 1]]
>• [[You shake your head. There are other things, certainly, but you really want to come in his mouth. You tell him as much.|no tsr oral 2]]
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"He's still close enough you feel his laughter, and it makes your <<ext>> twitch again.
"Greedy thing. So be it."
He resumes his efforts, and it's different this time. He's not treating it like foreplay - this is now the main event, and you didn't realise how different that would make it.
He moves faster, for a little while, his tongue flicking across your <<ext>> quick enough it draws a series of whimpers from you and you don't even care what you sound like.
Then he slows, torturously slow, sucking you, releasing you, looking up to meet your gaze.
You whisper, pleas to go faster, and you're ignored, at first.
Then when he does again, you wrap your fingers in his hair and cry out.
You're close. You're so close. You tell him, and you know he understands despite your words being muddled because you can't //think//, [[you can only feel.|no tsr oral 3 finish]]
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"And then you come. You distantly wonder if you're hurting him, still pulling on his hair like it's the only anchor keeping you tethered as you ride out the wave of your orgasm.
He doesn't pull off. You're oversensitive, so he's only moving slowly, but even the gentle drag of his tongue on your <<ext>> is too much for you. With much regret, you ask him to stop.
And with a smile, he does, rising up to kiss your cheek, lips still wet with your come.
"Good?" he asks with a satisfied smile, already knowing the answer. You nod even though you don't have to.
"I'm glad," he says as he tips your chin up, kisses your lips. You can taste yourself on him. "Shall I give you some time to recover, and continue? Or are you done?"
>• [[Continue. You want more. You need more.|no tsr prep]]
>• [[Stop. You're thoroughly fucked from that alone. You need to stop.|no tsr DONE]]
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"<<if $sonohead is true>>"I will. I promise." Tom squeezes your thigh.<</if>>\
He grins at you, looking almost predatory, and you stay frozen in place.
"I'm going to fuck you," he tells you with so much confidence you're not sure if it's even up for debate. "I'm going to feel every inch of you."
He leans over to the drawer your clothes aren't locked in, and pulls out a bottle. Places it beside you. It looks so ornate, so much like a perfume bottle, but from the context you're in, you're don't think that's what's in it.
Then he withdraws a strip of condoms, and asks, "Will we be needing these?"
>• "[[Yes please.|notsr fuck][$condom = true]]"
>• "[[No. I want to feel you bare.|notsr fuck][$condom = false]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"Chuckling a little, Tom kisses you again, and your shoulder, and your cheek.
You urge him, plead with him to keep going, and you can tell he's teasing you - but then he edges forward, and rests his length against your <<ext>>, rubbing against you. You whimper at the touch.
"So sorry. I shouldn't toy with you."
He adjusts, then, and you feel it catch against the edge of your <<int>>, before he slowly, carefully breaches you.
It's overwhelming. You shudder and shake as he pushes inside, small whines in your throat, and he kisses your temple to soothe you.
"Does it feel good, $name?"
>• "[[So good; more, please.|no tsr fucking]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]""You want more? You deserve it."
He grips your hips, and rocks into you again, resting his forehead against yours.
You dig your fingers into his shoulders, holding on as if your life depended on it. The praise is nearly too much to handle, but you don't want to discourage it; it's making your <<ext>> ache with need.
"Bless you, for letting me have you. So kind. So sweet. So beautiful."
You lose yourself to pleasure. You let him keep fucking you, and you can hardly even think.
One of his hands wanders, reaching between the two of you; his fingers ghost over your <<ext>>, and he asks, "Can I touch you, too?"
>• "[[God, yes.|no tsr HJ]]"
>• "[[No. Just your cock.|no tsr NHJ]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"Tom nods, and lays you back against the desk, your head on the very edge of it.
He fucks you, slower this time, and you wonder what his game is. Is he prolonging the ache? Is he hoping you might be able to come again if he takes his time?
Or is he just enjoying himself now that he's ensured you're happy?
You kind of don't care. It's relaxing, almost. You prop your head up with your arm behind it, watch him take you in, watch his hands wander up and down your thighs, your stomach. He dips his fingers to touch the wetness you've created, and licks them clean.
At his leisurely pace, you weren't sure how long it would take him to come. You lose track of time, regardless; just give yourself over to the feeling of being used so lovingly.
So when he asks, "Can I come inside you? Or would you prefer elsewhere?" you're taken slightly off guard.
>• "[[Come inside.|no tsr creampie]]"
>• "[[Come on my stomach.|no tsr bodyshot]]"
>• "[[In my mouth.|no tsr swallow]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"<<if $condom is true>>He smiles at you, squeezing your thigh.
"So good. Wanting to be filled up."
You glance down; the condom is still on. But it doesn't matter, really - the idea of him coming in you still sends a shiver down your spine.
He keeps moving, speeding up slightly, and warns you, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into you, and you feel his cock pulse deep in your <<int>>.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays inside you a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when he opens his eyes to look at you, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
You let him slip out of you, gripping the condom as he does, and you feel woefully empty for it.
He slides it off, throws it off to one side, anad you hear it meet its mark in a bin just out of sight.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|no tsr cooldown]]<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>He smiles at you, squeezing your thigh.
"So good. Wanting to be filled up."
He keeps moving, speeding up slightly, and warns you, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into you, and you feel his cock pulse deep in your <<int>>.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays inside you a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when he opens his eyes to look at you, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
You let him slip out of you, and you feel woefully empty for it, though you can feel the warmth of his come spilling from you. You almost want to reach between your legs, to plug it up, keep it inside.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|no tsr cooldown]]<</if>><<if $condom is true>>He pulls out, and rolls the condom off in one deft movement, and wraps his slender fingers around himself.
It doesn't take long; he whispers, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into you, and you watch his cock pulse, spilling onto your stomach, coating it white.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays there a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when he opens his eyes to look at you, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
You let him pull away, watch as he grabs the discarded condom, throws it off to one side, and you hear it meet its mark in a bin just out of sight.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|no tsr cooldown]]<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>He pulls out, and wraps his slender fingers around himself.
It doesn't take long; he whispers, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into you, and you watch his cock pulse, spilling onto your stomach, coating it white.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays there a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when he opens his eyes to look at you, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
You let him pull away.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|no tsr cooldown]]<</if>><<if $condom is true>>He pulls out, rolls the condom off in one deft movement, and wraps his slender fingers around himself. He urges you off the table, and you get to the floor, sitting at his feet, looking up as he touches himself.
It doesn't take long; he whispers, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, before opening your mouth and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into your shoulders, and you watch him as his cock pulses, spilling into your mouth, coating your tongue with his warm come.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays there a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when does speak, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
You let him pull away, listen as he grabs the discarded condom, throws it off to one side, and you hear it meet its mark in a bin just out of sight.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|no tsr cooldown]]<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>He pulls out, rolls the condom off in one deft movement, and wraps his slender fingers around himself. He urges you off the table, and you get to the floor, sitting at his feet, looking up as he touches himself.
It doesn't take long; he whispers, "Close."
You tell him you want it again, before opening your mouth and his eyelids flutter shut, his fingers dig into your shoulders, and you watch him as his cock pulses, spilling into your mouth, coating your tongue with his warm come.
It feels like heaven.
You could get used to him doing this.
He stays there a few long moments as his orgasm washes over him, and when does speak, he whispers, "God, you're so wonderful."
You let him pull away, listen as he grabs the discarded condom, throws it off to one side, and you hear it meet its mark in a bin just out of sight.
[[...What do you even say after you've finished fucking the celebrity you've had a crush on for so long?|no tsr cooldown]]<</if>>Tom speaks first.
"Let me get you cleaned up."
You nod, and let him. He opens the drawer he stuffed your clothes into, pulls out a towel, a bottle of water. With reverent attention, he pours some water on the towel, and warns you, "This may be a little cold," before he wipes you down, cleaning you off. He peppers kisses along your skin as it's cleaned, and you're not sure if it's the frigidity of the water or his attention that has your skin in goosebumps.
"You were so good for me," he whispers. "Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[I'd love to.|no tsr aftercare]]"He hands over your clothes, and steps aside to let you dress, averting his gaze as if he hasn't already seen you bare. You catch a glimpse of him adjusting himself, tucking himself back into his trousers, but you feel it only polite to offer him the same privacy he's offering you.
When you're clothed again, he smiles at you, and leads the way out of the room, a hand on your lower back; supporting you, guiding you.
You try not to collapse back into your seat, but your legs are jelly.
"I'll get you that $cont of $drink, now."
You thank him, and try to regain control of your higher senses.
When he returns with your $cont, that grounds you a little. Something warm to hold on to.
"Are you doing alright, $name?" he asks, brow slightly furrowed in concern.
>• "[[I'm better than alright.|all good]]"
>• "[[I'm a little overwhelmed, but I'll get there.|all iffy]]"
>• "[[Would it be an imposition to ask for a cuddle?|all nsg]]"<<if hasVisited ("gentle")>>He nods, and kisses your knuckles.
"I can do that."
[[You smile, and watch him snap back into character|passgentle redir checkpoint]]<</if>>\
\
\<<if hasVisited ("rough")>>He nods, and kisses your knuckles.
"I can do that."
[[You smile, and watch him snap back into character|passrough redir checkpoint]]"<</if>><<if hasVisited("subfailgentle")>><<goto "subpassgentle">><</if>>
<<if hasVisited("bratfailgentle")>><<goto "bratpassgentle">><</if>>
<<if hasVisited ("g2sf shirtoff or not")>><<goto "g2sp shirtoff or not">><</if>>
<<if hasVisited ("g2bf shirtoff or not")>><<goto "g2br shirtoff or not">><</if>>
<<if hasVisited ("g3sf pants off")>><<goto "g3sp pants off">><</if>>
<<if hasVisited ("g3bf pants off")>><<goto "g3bp pants off">><</if>><<if hasVisited("subfailrough")>><<goto "subpassrough">><</if>>
<<if hasVisited("bratfailrough")>><<goto "bratpassrough">><</if>>
<<if hasVisited ("r2sf shirtoff or not")>><<goto "r2sp shirtoff or not">><</if>>
<<if hasVisited ("r2bf shirtoff or not")>><<goto "r2br shirtoff or not">><</if>>
<<if hasVisited ("r3sf pants off")>><<goto "r3sp pants off">><</if>>
<<if hasVisited ("r3bf pants off")>><<goto "r3bp pants off">><</if>>It doesn't take especially long for him to fill out all the way, for the taste of salt to fill your mouth, a promise of what's to come.
It's almost hypnotic; a trance, a state of pure service as you move. Your mission is to make him feel good; to make him come undone.
You're all too happy to accept.
He sings your praises as you work, and tells you you're allowed to touch yourself while you do.
>• [[You do.|bj jo][$jo = true]]
>• [[You refrain.|bj jo][$jo = false]]<<if $jo is true>>Wriggling your hand into your waistband, your fingers find your <<ext>>, begin to move in rhythm with your mouth - only ever giving yourself as much pleasure as you give him. Symbiosis, in a way.
He asks if it feels good, and you nod, because why lie?
"My wonderful <<aff>>. So eager."<</if>>\
\<<if $jo is false>>You shake your head, but keep moving, keep sucking, licking - you aren't here for your own pleasure. You're here to serve. You want to make him come.
No distractions.
Besides; this is your pleasure, in a way. Knowing he's enjoying himself.
He praises you for it, hand on your cheek. "It's like you were built for this."<</if>>
[[You don't stop. Don't even slow. You're going to make him come, and soon, if the way his breath catches is any indication.|bjclose]]\<<if $jo is true>>Your fingers still work tirelessly; you're close, but not quite close enough, tiptoeing a borderline and you can't quite yet.<</if>><<if $jo is false>>You remain committed to not touch yourself, but it's growing difficult; the growing want, need, the heat in your belly.<</if>>
Tom's praise continues, but it becomes slightly stilted, sentences cutting off when you move a certain way, trains of thought swallowed down your willing throat.
So it's no surprise when he whispers, "I'm close. Pull off soon if you don't want me to come in your mouth."
You weigh up the options for a few seconds before deciding.
>• [[You're going to let him come in your mouth. You want to taste him.|bjcome][$facial = false]]
>• [[You pull off, ask him to come on your face.|bjcome][$facial = true]]<<if $facial is false>>He warns you one more time, in case you didn't hear, but you shake your head, show him what you want.
He curses, utters your name and you feel it; feel his cock pulse in your mouth seconds before his come spills onto your tongue, and you swallow it down, determined not to miss a single drop.<</if>><<if $facial is true>>He nods, takes his cock in his own hand, and with only a few deft strokes, you see him close his eyes, and know that that is your cue to follow suit.
You feel it spill onto your cheek; warm, wet, coating you. Marking you as his. You stay still. You let him finish.<</if>>
<<if $jo is true>>Your hand doesn't still, though; you're so close with Tom's come <<if $facial is true>>on<</if>><<if $facial is false>>in<</if>> you, and you squirm, not sure if you have permission to come as well.
So when he whispers, "Are you going to come for me, too?" you can't help but break.
He kneels down beside you, face to face with you, and presses a kiss to your neck as your orgasm shakes through you.
"You're a good <<aff>>. You're so good. You deserve this, you deserve to come."<</if>><<if $jo is false>>He slides to his knees, face to face with you, and presses a kiss to your neck.
"You were so good for me. You did so well. My precious <<aff>>.<</if>>
[[You let him hold your wrist. Let him squeeze.|postbj]]Tom reaches behind you, and opens a drawer in his desk.
<<if $facial is false>>He withdraws a bottle of water, and offers it to you.
"If you'd like to wash the taste out your mouth. Or hydrate. Either way, drink."
You gladly accept, gulping down half the bottle.<</if>>\
\<<if $facial is true>>You squint out of an eye you know for sure doesn't have his come on it. He withdraws a towel and warns you, "I'm going to clean you up. Just sit still for me?"
You gladly obey, letting him wipe you clean.<</if>>\
Once you're <<if $facial is true>>clean<</if>><<if $facial is false>>hydrated<</if>>, he asks, "Are you quite alright after that?"
[[You nod. Better than alright.|bjaftercare]]He smiles at you, and leads the way out of the room, a hand on your lower back; supporting you, guiding you.
You try not to collapse back into your seat, but your legs are jelly.
"I'll get you another $cont of $drink, now."
You thank him, and try to regain control of your higher senses.
When he returns with your $cont, that grounds you a little. Something warm to hold on to.
"Are you doing alright, $name?" he asks, brow slightly furrowed in concern.
>• "[[I'm better than alright.|all good]]"
>• "[[I'm a little overwhelmed, but I'll get there.|all iffy]]"
>• "[[Would it be an imposition to ask for a cuddle?|all nsg]]"Tom leans in and slowly undresses you, kissing your neck as he does so. He drops your clothes to the floor, bends to pick them up, and throws them in the bottom desk drawer. Locks it.
Then he picks you up in one deft motion - stronger than he looks, with the ease he does it with - and places you on top of the desk, facing him. A shudder runs through you as the cold wood connects with your arse.
"You're exquisite," he whispers, kneeling between your legs. You want to cover yourself, to hide, but his fingers pry your knees apart so he can //look// at you.
"Truly, you're beautiful," he continues, reaching out delicate fingers to gently rub your <<ext>>, sending another violent shiver down your spine. You grip onto the edge of the desk to ground yourself.
"I'm going to suck on your <<ext>> 'til you see stars."
>• [[You let him.|no tsr suck][$sub += 1]]
>• [[You stop him.|notsr other]]
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"Tom pauses, pulls back a little.
"If you don't want to take your clothes off, we may need to reassess this. Is there something else you'd rather do instead of having sex?"
You think.
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|clothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me through clothes?|clothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|clothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[I changed my mind, sorry - I'll strip.|no tsr pants off]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]""Are you quite alright?" he asks, looking concerned.
>• "[[I'm fine. I just don't like oral. Fuck me?|no tsr prep]]"
>• "[[Finger me instead, please.|no tsr prep][$sonohead = true]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"it's a mess. i know it's a mess. don't @ me i made mistakes and do not have the energy or inclination to fix them.
i know there's $ values that do nothing any more because i changed my mind about how i planned to use them. i know the paragraph links look like a tangle server cable rat king. i know there's very little difference between some of the subroutes but i'd rather wade into the sea and never return than code all those if statements.
mind ya business.
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If you do so, I'd appreciate if you did one of the following just so I can see what kind of thing you make!;
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-leave me a comment and let me know you've usedTom pulls away immediately, and doesn't push for any kind of reciprocation.
You begin to apologise, to offer, but he stops you.
"I'm satisfied having made you come. You look amazing. You taste fantastic."
He rises, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"Let me get you cleaned up."
You nod, and let him. He opens the drawer he stuffed your clothes into, pulls out a towel, a bottle of water. With reverent attention, he pours some water on the towel, and warns you, "This may be a little cold," before he wipes you down, cleaning you off. He peppers kisses along your skin as it's cleaned, and you're not sure if it's the frigidity of the water or his attention that has your skin in goosebumps.
"You were so good for me," he whispers. "Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[I'd love to.|no tsr aftercare]]"<<if $condom is true>>With a swift nod, he kisses you, and unbuckles his belt, unzips just enough to let his cock free.
You can feel him against your thigh, and he's already hard. You suspect he's been hard the whole time he's been teasing you.
Without breaking away from the kiss, you feel him unwrap the foil, and roll it down his length.
He finally pulls away, and grabs the bottle. Squeezes out a little of a white liquid, and you realise it's lube. He slicks his cock with it first, giving you the opportunity to see it for the first time.
He's well hung. Not so thick and long you're afraid it will hurt, but thick and long enough you know it'll fill you.
Your <<int>> feels hot with want. And when he looks up at you, you know he can read it in your face.
He lifts the bottle again, to squeeze some more onto his fingertips, and tells you, "I'm going to get you nice and ready, alright, $name?"
>• [[You nod. You let him.|no tsr prep2]]
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"<</if>>\
\
\<<if $condom is false>>With a swift nod, he kisses you, and unbuckles his belt, unzips just enough to let his cock free.
You can feel him against your thigh, and he's already hard. You suspect he's been hard the whole time he's been teasing you.
He pulls away, and grabs the bottle. Squeezes out a little of a white liquid, and you realise it's lube. He slicks his cock with it first, giving you the opportunity to see it for the first time.
He's well hung. Not so thick and long you're afraid it will hurt, but thick and long enough you know it'll fill you.
Your <<int>> feels hot with want. And when he looks up at you, you know he can read it in your face.
He lifts the bottle again, to squeeze some more onto his fingertips, and tells you, "I'm going to get you nice and ready, alright, $name?"
>• [[You nod. You let him.|no tsr prep2]]
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"<</if>>Tom slips a single testing finger into your <<int>>, and a gasp escapes you.
"Love it when you're spread like this for me."
Pressing another into you, he kisses your neck.
"You tell me when you're ready."
You let him work a little longer, fingering you with an ease, teasing more gasps from your mouth.
You let him go until you can't take the anticipation any longer.
>• "[[Fill me up please.|no tsr penetration]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"A growl escapes his throat as he touches you, those clever fingers just as good on the outside as they were inside you. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later, touching you so right you don't know how much longer you can last.
It hits you again, like a train this time as you catch sight of his face through heavily lidded eyes, that this is //Tom//. You really have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever dreamed, everything you ever wanted from him.
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you shake as you come, wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself.
He slows his pace a little, letting you get your breath back.
"Quite alright, $name?"
You nod. More than okay; but you can't verbalise that at the moment.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|no tsr cont]]"
>• "[[I can't; I'm sorry. It's too much.|no tsr pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"You don't even //need// him to touch you, the way he's hitting all the right spots. Your speech is near-incoherent as you beg for more, more, more; and he gives, gives, gives, fucking you so hard you know you'll feel it later.
It hits you again, like a train this time as you catch sight of his face through heavily lidded eyes, that this is //Tom//. You really have him inside of you, fucking you harder than you ever dreamed, everything you ever wanted from him.
That's what gets you.
Your body tightens, tenses, and you shake as you come, wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself.
He slows his pace a little, letting you get your breath back.
"Quite alright?"
You nod. More than okay; but you can't verbalise that at the moment.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
>• "[[Please.|no tsr cont]]"
>• "[[I can't; I'm sorry. It's too much.|no tsr pullout]]"
>• "[[Ophelia|notsr tapout]]"He pulls out immediately, gives you as much space as he can, with your arms around him.
"Do you need to lie down?"
You shake your head no, and hold onto him tighter. He seems to understand, wrapping his arms back around you, rubbing a hand up and down your spine.
"Let me get you cleaned up." He doesn't push to chase his own orgasm, all attention focused on you.
You nod, and let him. He opens the drawer he stuffed your clothes into, pulls out a towel, a bottle of water. With reverent attention, he pours some water on the towel, and warns you, "This may be a little cold," before he wipes you down, cleaning you off. He peppers kisses along your skin as it's cleaned, and you're not sure if it's the frigidity of the water or his attention that has your skin in goosebumps.
"You were so good for me," he whispers. "Would you like to get dressed and get another drink with me?"
"[[I'd love to.|no tsr aftercare]]""Of course that's okay," he tells you, cupping your face. "In that case, can I use my mouth on you?"
"[[I'd like that.|no tsr suck]]"
"[[Could you finger me instead?|no tsr prep]]"
"[[Just fuck me, please?|no tsr prep]]]"By <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/MoonGoddex">MoonGoddex</a><<if hasVisited("no tsr penetration")>>He pulls out immediately, and asks, <</if>>"Are you okay?"
<<if hasVisited("notsr fuck")>><<if $condom is false>>"[[Is it okay if we do use a condom after all?|yescondom][$condom = true]]<</if>>\
\<<if $condom is true>>"[[Is it okay if we don't use a condom after all?|nocondom][$condom = false]]<</if>><</if>>
"[[Could we maybe do something... Non-penetrative?|tapout 3 nofuck]]"
"[[I think I'd like to stop now. Sorry, I just- I don't think I can deal with having sex right now|noty3]]?""You'll have to help me adjust," he notes. "I want you to feel good, too."
It's already a decent angle, with some pleasant friction, but you wiggle until you're resting against the bulge in his trousers, until every thrust he makes gets you hotter.
"It's good here," you tell him, and he nods, [[rewards you with more kisses.|frotcont]]"It's good for me, too," he whispers.
You kiss him again, long and exploratory, learning the curve of his mouth.
Edging yourself closer against him, bit by bit, you get lost in the pleasure of it. It's heady; you aren't quite close, yet, but there's something nice about it regardless. Like you're both chasing a release, but it's a marathon, not a race.
And he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, and [[you just nod along, happy to hear whatever he tells you.|changeup?]]Tom rests his forehead against yours, and asks, "You still sure you wouldn't like me to touch you? I can do it without you stripping, if that's still a problem."
You pause to consider. You know you're not close, and you'd have to keep going for a while yet to come.
His fingers may feel good, but would it negate your worries from earlier?
He clarifies, "There's no pressure. I'm happy to continue like this if you're enjoying it."
You nod.
>• "[[I want to keep going like this.|nextfrot]]"
>• "[[If you're happy to use your hands, yes, please.|nexthj]]""Of course," Tom whispers, and renews his pace, rubbing up against you harder, more determined.
You're edging ever closer, now; it feels so good.
He loops his arms around your neck, forcing your face into his shoulder, and you breathe in the scent of him, of his fresh laundry, of the sweat sticking to his skin, of his cologne.
He warns you, "I'm close," and you tell him the same.
He squeezes your shoulder.
"Together?"
"[[Fuck, yes.|frotcome]]"He quickly adjusts; slipping one hand down your waistband, one down his own. There's a little fumbling, trying to find the right angle, but once he gets there, he works your <<ext>> masterfully, leaving you breathless.
You whisper out his name, and he assures you, "I've got you."
Resting your head against his shoulder, you breathe in the scent of him, of his fresh laundry, of the sweat sticking to his skin, of his cologne.
He warns you, "I'm close," and you tell him the same.
He squeezes your shoulder.
"Together?"
"[[Fuck, yes.|hjcome]]"You feel his cock pulse against you as a soft gasp falls from his lips, and that sends you over, clinging onto him tight as you both ride it out together, sweet relief after so long.
You shake and shiver on the comedown, pleasure rolling down your spine. You know it won't be comfortable soon enough; your underwear wet, sticking to your skin, but for now you just enjoy the moment with him. Feeling your breaths synchronise, feeling his lips against your skin as he pressed kisses and thank-yous alike to your neck.
He asks, "Did you enjoy that?"
You breathe out, "[[Absolutely.|frotaftercare]]"He smiles at you, and leads the way out of the room, a hand on your lower back; supporting you, guiding you.
You try not to collapse back into your seat, but your legs are jelly.
"I'll get you another $cont of $drink, now."
You thank him, and try to regain control of your higher senses.
When he returns with your $cont, that grounds you a little. Something warm to hold on to.
"Are you doing alright, $name?" he asks, brow slightly furrowed in concern.
>• "[[I'm better than alright.|all good]]"
>• "[[I'm a little overwhelmed, but I'll get there.|all iffy]]"
>• "[[Would it be an imposition to ask for a cuddle?|all nsg]]"His fingers work you to a frenzy, until you're begging for him to keep going.
And when you break, you cling to him, hearing him follow you soon after, while you're still riding the high.
You shake and shiver on the comedown, pleasure rolling down your spine. You know it won't be comfortable soon enough; your underwear wet, sticking to your skin, but for now you just enjoy the moment with him. Feeling your breaths synchronise, feeling his lips against your skin as he pressed kisses and thank-yous alike to your neck.
He asks, "Did you enjoy that?"
You breathe out, "[[Absolutely.|frotaftercare]]"He stops, rests his hand gentle on your lower back.
"Are you alright?"
You collect your thoughts.
Ask, "Can we call this done? I can't take any more."
And he nods.
"Do you want to continue as we are, or do you want to stop entirely?"
"[[I want to keep going. I still want it rough. I just don't want any more spanks.|spanktapout redirect]]"
"[[I want to totally stop, please.|noty3]]""Of course," he reassures, reaching for one and rolling it on in front of you. "Let me know when you're ready to continue, okay?"
You compose yourself, [[and nod.|yescondom reroute]]"If you're sure," he reassures, rolling it off in front of you, disposing of it in the bin by the desk. "Let me know when you're ready to continue, okay?"
You compose yourself, [[and nod.|nocondom reroute]]"Oh?" he asks, tilting his head a little. "What would you prefer?"
>• "[[I could suck your cock.|unclothed bjonly]]"
>• "[[I'm happy for you to grind on me other through clothes?|unclothed frot]]"
>• "[[I think I just really want affection.|unclothed headpats][$sub += 2]]"
>• "[[...Can we stop entirely?|noty3]]"He nods, understanding, and hands you back your clothes, steps aside to let you dress, averting his gaze as if he hasn't already seen you bare.
When you're clothed again, he smiles at you, and leads the way out of the room, a hand on your lower back; supporting you, guiding you.
He offers you another $cont of $drink, and lets you get your breath back.
You try to apologise, but he holds up a hand.
"I want you to be comfortable. If this is comfortable for you, I'm happy."
You nod, and drink your $drink.
"And if you ever did change your mind, if you want to continue what we've started... You have my number. Feel free to text at any point, and I'll see when I'm free."
[[You nod again.|tryagain? 3]]<<if lastVisited("g5sp prep") is 3>><<goto "g5sp prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g6sp fuck") is 3>><<goto "g6sp fuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g7sp prep") is 3>><<goto "g7sp prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g5sf prep") is 3>><<goto "g5sf prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g6sf fuck") is 3>><<goto "g6sf fuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g7sf prep") is 3>><<goto "g7sf prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g5bp prep") is 3>><<goto "g5bp prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g6bp fuck") is 3>><<goto "g6bp fuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g7bp prep") is 3>><<goto "g7bp prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g5bf prep") is 3>><<goto "g5bf prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g6bf fuck") is 3>><<goto "g6bf fuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g7bf prep") is 3>><<goto "g7bf prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r5sp prefinger") is 3>><<goto "r5sp prefinger">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r6sp fingering") is 3>><<goto "r6sp fingering">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r7sp prefuck") is 3>><<goto "r7sp prefuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r8sp penetration") is 3>><<goto "r8sp penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r5sf prefinger") is 3>><<goto "r5sf prefinger">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r6sf fingering") is 3>><<goto "r6sf fingering">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r7sf prefuck") is 3>><<goto "r7sf prefuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r8sf penetration") is 3>><<goto "r8sf penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r5bp prefinger") is 3>><<goto "r5bp prefinger">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r6bp fingering") is 3>><<goto "r6bp fingering">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r7bp prefuck") is 3>><<goto "r7bp prefuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r8bp penetration") is 3>><<goto "r8bp penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r5bf prefinger") is 3>><<goto "r5bf prefinger">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r6bf fingering") is 3>><<goto "r6bf fingering">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r7bf prefuck") is 3>><<goto "r7bf prefuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r8bf penetration") is 3>><<goto "r8bf penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g8sp penetration") is 3>><<goto "g8sp penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g9sp fucking") is 3>><<goto "g9sp fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10sp HJ") is 3>><<goto "g10sp HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10sp NHJ") is 3>><<goto "g10sp NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("gh11sp cont") is 3>><<goto "gh11sp cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g8sf penetration") is 3>><<goto "g8sf penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g9sf fucking") is 3>><<goto "g9sf fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10HJsf") is 3>><<goto "g10HJsf">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10NHJsf") is 3>><<goto "g10NHJsf">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("gh11sf cont") is 3>><<goto "gh11sf cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g8bp penetration") is 3>><<goto "g8bp penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g9bp fucking") is 3>><<goto "g9bp fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10bp HJ") is 3>><<goto "g10bp HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10bp NHJ") is 3>><<goto "g10bp NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("gh11bp cont") is 3>><<goto "gh11bp cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g8bf penetration") is 3>><<goto "g8bf penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g9bf fucking") is 3>><<goto "g9bf fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10bf HJ") is 3>><<goto "g10bf HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10bf NHJ") is 3>><<goto "g10bf NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("gh11bf cont") is 3>><<goto "gh11bf cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r9sp fucking") is 3>><<goto "r9sp fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10sp HJ") is 3>><<goto "r10sp HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10sp NHJ") is 3>><<goto "r10sp NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r11sp cont") is 3>><<goto "r11sp cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r9sf fucking") is 3>><<goto "r9sf fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10sf HJ") is 3>><<goto "r10sf HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10sf NHJ") is 3>><<goto "r10sf NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r11sf cont") is 3>><<goto "r11sf cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r9bp fucking") is 3>><<goto "r9bp fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10bp HJ") is 3>><<goto "r10bp HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10bp NHJ") is 3>><<goto "r10bp NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r11bp cont") is 3>><<goto "r11bp cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r9bf fucking") is 3>><<goto "r9bf fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10bf HJ") is 3>><<goto "r10bf HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10bf NHJ") is 3>><<goto "r10bf NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r11bf cont") is 3>><<goto "r11bf cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("notsr fuck") is 3>><<goto "notsr fuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("no tsr prep2") is 3>><<goto "no tsr prep2">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("no tsr penetration") is 3>><<goto "no tsr penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("no tsr fucking") is 3>><<goto "no tsr fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("no tsr HJ") is 3>><<goto "no tsr HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("no tsr NHJ") is 3>><<goto "no tsr NHJ">><</if>><<if lastVisited("g5sp prep") is 3>><<goto "g5sp prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g6sp fuck") is 3>><<goto "g6sp fuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g7sp prep") is 3>><<goto "g7sp prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g5sf prep") is 3>><<goto "g5sf prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g6sf fuck") is 3>><<goto "g6sf fuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g7sf prep") is 3>><<goto "g7sf prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g5bp prep") is 3>><<goto "g5bp prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g6bp fuck") is 3>><<goto "g6bp fuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g7bp prep") is 3>><<goto "g7bp prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g5bf prep") is 3>><<goto "g5bf prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g6bf fuck") is 3>><<goto "g6bf fuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g7bf prep") is 3>><<goto "g7bf prep">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r5sp prefinger") is 3>><<goto "r5sp prefinger">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r6sp fingering") is 3>><<goto "r6sp fingering">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r7sp prefuck") is 3>><<goto "r7sp prefuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r8sp penetration") is 3>><<goto "r8sp penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r5sf prefinger") is 3>><<goto "r5sf prefinger">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r6sf fingering") is 3>><<goto "r6sf fingering">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r7sf prefuck") is 3>><<goto "r7sf prefuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r8sf penetration") is 3>><<goto "r8sf penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r5bp prefinger") is 3>><<goto "r5bp prefinger">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r6bp fingering") is 3>><<goto "r6bp fingering">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r7bp prefuck") is 3>><<goto "r7bp prefuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r8bp penetration") is 3>><<goto "r8bp penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r5bf prefinger") is 3>><<goto "r5bf prefinger">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r6bf fingering") is 3>><<goto "r6bf fingering">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r7bf prefuck") is 3>><<goto "r7bf prefuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r8bf penetration") is 3>><<goto "r8bf penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g8sp penetration") is 3>><<goto "g8sp penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g9sp fucking") is 3>><<goto "g9sp fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10sp HJ") is 3>><<goto "g10sp HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10sp NHJ") is 3>><<goto "g10sp NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("gh11sp cont") is 3>><<goto "gh11sp cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g8sf penetration") is 3>><<goto "g8sf penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g9sf fucking") is 3>><<goto "g9sf fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10HJsf") is 3>><<goto "g10HJsf">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10NHJsf") is 3>><<goto "g10NHJsf">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("gh11sf cont") is 3>><<goto "gh11sf cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g8bp penetration") is 3>><<goto "g8bp penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g9bp fucking") is 3>><<goto "g9bp fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10bp HJ") is 3>><<goto "g10bp HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10bp NHJ") is 3>><<goto "g10bp NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("gh11bp cont") is 3>><<goto "gh11bp cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g8bf penetration") is 3>><<goto "g8bf penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g9bf fucking") is 3>><<goto "g9bf fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10bf HJ") is 3>><<goto "g10bf HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("g10bf NHJ") is 3>><<goto "g10bf NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("gh11bf cont") is 3>><<goto "gh11bf cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r9sp fucking") is 3>><<goto "r9sp fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10sp HJ") is 3>><<goto "r10sp HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10sp NHJ") is 3>><<goto "r10sp NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r11sp cont") is 3>><<goto "r11sp cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r9sf fucking") is 3>><<goto "r9sf fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10sf HJ") is 3>><<goto "r10sf HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10sf NHJ") is 3>><<goto "r10sf NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r11sf cont") is 3>><<goto "r11sf cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r9bp fucking") is 3>><<goto "r9bp fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10bp HJ") is 3>><<goto "r10bp HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10bp NHJ") is 3>><<goto "r10bp NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r11bp cont") is 3>><<goto "r11bp cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r9bf fucking") is 3>><<goto "r9bf fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10bf HJ") is 3>><<goto "r10bf HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r10bf NHJ") is 3>><<goto "r10bf NHJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("r11bf cont") is 3>><<goto "r11bf cont">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("notsr fuck") is 3>><<goto "notsr fuck">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("no tsr prep2") is 3>><<goto "no tsr prep2">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("no tsr penetration") is 3>><<goto "no tsr penetration">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("no tsr fucking") is 3>><<goto "no tsr fucking">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("no tsr HJ") is 3>><<goto "no tsr HJ">><</if>>
<<if lastVisited("no tsr NHJ") is 3>><<goto "no tsr NHJ">><</if>>He nods, understanding, and hands you back your clothes, steps aside to let you dress, averting his gaze as if he hasn't already seen you bare.
You catch a glimpse of him adjusting himself, tucking himself back into his trousers, but you feel it only polite to offer him the same privacy he's offering you.
When you're clothed again, he smiles at you, and leads the way out of the room, a hand on your lower back; supporting you, guiding you.
He offers you another $cont of $drink, and lets you get your breath back.
You try to apologise, but he holds up a hand.
"I want you to be comfortable. If this is comfortable for you, I'm happy."
You nod, and drink your $drink.
"And if you ever did change your mind, if you want to continue what we've started... You have my number. Feel free to text at any point, and I'll see when I'm free."
[[You nod again.|tryagain? 3]]"If you're sure," he checks, and you nod, quickly moving to kneel before him.
"You're keen," he notes. "Far be it from me to discourage initiative."
You waste no time; you swallow it, far as you can take it, and suck, feel it stiffening between your lips. You look up, and see him smiling down at you.
"Such a good <<aff>>, $name. Such a talented mouth."
Humming in approval at the praise, you see his eyelids flutter shut.
[[You work your tongue against the length, and he rests his hand on your head, petting gently.|ucbjheadpat]]"If you're sure," he checks, and you nod.
He hoists you up onto the desk, and pulls you into a firm kiss, wiggling your hips closer until you feel the bulge of his cock rubbing between your thighs.
"You're gorgeous, you know," he insists, pressing kisses to your neck as he grinds against your thigh. "I've been thinking about what I could do to you for weeks now."
You shiver, and ask, "Did you foresee this being an option?"
He shakes his head.
"I didn't. Clever little thing; always surprising me."
Adjusting, he pulls you closer, his cock rubbing against your <<ext>>.
[[You tighten your hold on him.|ucfrotnext]]He smiles at you. "Would you like it if I gave you a collar? Made you sit on the floor?"
>• "[[I would love that.|uc hppp][$collar = true]]"
>• "[[Actually, just treating me sweet and maybe kissing me is... all I think I'm able to do today.|uc hpnpp][$collar = false]]"It doesn't take especially long for him to fill out all the way, for the taste of salt to fill your mouth, a promise of what's to come.
It's almost hypnotic; a trance, a state of pure service as you move. Your mission is to make him feel good; to make him come undone.
You're all too happy to accept.
He sings your praises as you work, and tells you you're allowed to touch yourself while you do.
>• [[You do.|ucbj jo][$jo = true]]
>• [[You refrain.|ucbj jo][$jo = false]]<<if $jo is true>>Reaching down, your fingers find your <<ext>>, begin to move in rhythm with your mouth - only ever giving yourself as much pleasure as you give him. Symbiosis, in a way.
He asks if it feels good, and you nod, because why lie?
"My wonderful <<aff>>. So eager."<</if>>\
\<<if $jo is false>>You shake your head, but keep moving, keep sucking, licking - you aren't here for your own pleasure. You're here to serve. You want to make him come.
No distractions.
Besides; this is your pleasure, in a way. Knowing he's enjoying himself.
He praises you for it, hand on your cheek. "It's like you were built for this."<</if>>
[[You don't stop. Don't even slow. You're going to make him come, and soon, if the way his breath catches is any indication.|ucbjclose]]<<if $jo is true>>Your fingers still work tirelessly; you're close, but not quite close enough, tiptoeing a borderline and you can't quite yet.<</if>><<if $jo is false>>You remain committed to not touch yourself, but it's growing difficult; the growing want, need, the heat in your belly.<</if>>
Tom's praise continues, but it becomes slightly stilted, sentences cutting off when you move a certain way, trains of thought swallowed down your willing throat.
So it's no surprise when he whispers, "I'm close. Pull off soon if you don't want me to come in your mouth."
You weigh up the options for a few seconds before deciding.
>• [[You're going to let him come in your mouth. You want to taste him.|ucbjcome][$facial = false]]
>• [[You pull off, ask him to come on your face.|ucbjcome][$facial = true]]<<if $facial is false>>He warns you one more time, in case you didn't hear, but you shake your head, show him what you want.
He curses, utters your name and you feel it; feel his cock pulse in your mouth seconds before his come spills onto your tongue, and you swallow it down, determined not to miss a single drop.<</if>><<if $facial is true>>He nods, takes his cock in his own hand, and with only a few deft strokes, you see him close his eyes, and know that that is your cue to follow suit.
You feel it spill onto your cheek; warm, wet, coating you. Marking you as his. You stay still. You let him finish.<</if>>
<<if $jo is true>>Your hand doesn't still, though; you're so close with Tom's come <<if $facial is true>>on<</if>><<if $facial is false>>in<</if>> you, and you squirm, not sure if you have permission to come as well.
So when he whispers, "Are you going to come for me, too?" you can't help but break.
He kneels down beside you, face to face with you, and presses a kiss to your neck as your orgasm shakes through you.
"You're a good <<aff>>. You're so good. You deserve this, you deserve to come."<</if>><<if $jo is false>>He slides to his knees, face to face with you, and presses a kiss to your neck.
"You were so good for me. You did so well. My precious <<aff>>.<</if>>
[[You let him hold your wrist. Let him squeeze.|ucpostbj]]Tom reaches behind you, and opens a drawer in his desk.
<<if $facial is false>>He withdraws a bottle of water, and offers it to you.
"If you'd like to wash the taste out your mouth. Or hydrate. Either way, drink."
You gladly accept, gulping down half the bottle.<</if>>\
\<<if $facial is true>>You squint out of an eye you know for sure doesn't have his come on it. He withdraws a towel and warns you, "I'm going to clean you up. Just sit still for me?"
You gladly obey, letting him wipe you clean.<</if>>\
Once you're <<if $facial is true>>clean<</if>><<if $facial is false>>hydrated<</if>>, he asks, "Are you quite alright after that?"
[[You nod. Better than alright.|ucbjaftercare]]He hands over your clothes, and steps aside to let you dress, averting his gaze as if he hasn't already seen you bare. You catch a glimpse of him adjusting himself, tucking himself back into his trousers, but you feel it only polite to offer him the same privacy he's offering you.
When you're clothed again, he smiles at you, and leads the way out of the room, a hand on your lower back; supporting you, guiding you.
You try not to collapse back into your seat, but your legs are jelly.
"I'll get you another $cont of $drink, now."
You thank him, and try to regain control of your higher senses.
When he returns with your $cont, that grounds you a little. Something warm to hold on to.
"Are you doing alright, $name?" he asks, brow slightly furrowed in concern.
>• "[[I'm better than alright.|all good]]"
>• "[[I'm a little overwhelmed, but I'll get there.|all iffy]]"
>• "[[Would it be an imposition to ask for a cuddle?|all nsg]]""You'll have to help me adjust," he notes. "I want you to feel good, too."
It's already a decent angle, with some pleasant friction, but you wiggle until you're lined up with him perfectly, until every thrust he makes gets you hotter.
"It's good here," you tell him, and he nods, [[rewards you with more kisses.|ucfrotcont]]"It's good for me, too," he whispers.
You kiss him again, long and exploratory, learning the curve of his mouth.
Edging yourself closer against him, bit by bit, you get lost in the pleasure of it. It's heady; you aren't quite close, yet, but there's something nice about it regardless. Like you're both chasing a release, but it's a marathon, not a race.
And he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, and [[you just nod along, happy to hear whatever he tells you.|ucchangeup?]]Tom rests his forehead against yours, and asks, "You still sure you wouldn't like me to touch you?"
You pause to consider. You know you're not close, and you'd have to keep going for a while yet to come.
His fingers may feel good, but would it negate your worries from earlier?
He clarifies, "There's no pressure. I'm happy to continue like this if you're enjoying it."
You nod.
>• "[[I want to keep going like this.|ucnextfrot]]"
>• "[[If you're happy to use your hands, yes, please.|ucnexthj]]""Of course," Tom whispers, and renews his pace, rubbing up against you harder, more determined.
You're edging ever closer, now; it feels so good.
He loops his arms around your neck, forcing your face into his shoulder, and you breathe in the scent of him, of the sweat sticking to his skin, of his cologne.
He warns you, "I'm close," and you tell him the same.
He squeezes your shoulder.
"Together?"
"[[Fuck, yes.|ucfrotcome]]"He quickly adjusts; one hand on your <<ext>>, one on himself. There's a little fumbling, trying to find the right angle, but once he gets there, he works your <<ext>> masterfully, leaving you breathless.
You whisper out his name, and he assures you, "I've got you."
Resting your head against his shoulder, you breathe in the scent of him, of the sweat sticking to his skin, of his cologne.
He warns you, "I'm close," and you tell him the same.
He squeezes your shoulder.
"Together?"
"[[Fuck, yes.|uchjcome]]"You feel his cock pulse against you, his come spilling onto your stomach as a soft gasp falls from his lips, and that sends you over, clinging onto him tight as you both ride it out together, sweet relief after so long.
You shake and shiver on the comedown, pleasure rolling down your spine.
You just enjoy the moment with him. Feeling your breaths synchronise, feeling his lips against your skin as he pressed kisses and thank-yous alike to your neck.
He asks, "Did you enjoy that?"
You breathe out, "[[Absolutely.|ucfrotaftercare]]"His fingers work you to a frenzy, until you're begging for him to keep going.
And when you break, you cling to him, hearing him follow you soon after, while you're still riding the high.
You shake and shiver on the comedown, pleasure rolling down your spine.
You just enjoy the moment with him. Feeling your breaths synchronise, feeling his lips against your skin as he pressed kisses and thank-yous alike to your neck.
He asks, "Did you enjoy that?"
You breathe out, "[[Absolutely.|ucfrotaftercare]]"He hands over your clothes, and steps aside to let you dress, averting his gaze as if he hasn't already seen you bare. You catch a glimpse of him adjusting himself, tucking himself back into his trousers, but you feel it only polite to offer him the same privacy he's offering you.
When you're clothed again, he smiles at you, and leads the way out of the room, a hand on your lower back; supporting you, guiding you.
You try not to collapse back into your seat, but your legs are jelly.
"I'll get you another $cont of $drink, now."
You thank him, and try to regain control of your higher senses.
When he returns with your $cont, that grounds you a little. Something warm to hold on to.
"Are you doing alright, $name?" he asks, brow slightly furrowed in concern.
>• "[[I'm better than alright.|all good]]"
>• "[[I'm a little overwhelmed, but I'll get there.|all iffy]]"
>• "[[Would it be an imposition to ask for a cuddle?|all nsg]]"<<if lastVisited("rsp spankloop") is 2>><<goto "r5sp prefinger">><</if>>
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<<if lastVisited("rbf spankloop") is 2>><<goto "r5bf prefinger">><</if>>Tom nods, and stands, walks over to a lock-box on one of the bookshelves.
He produces a beautiful simple collar; plain black leather, with a small love-heart locket on the front.
"If you would bow your head for me," he instructs, and you do so. Carefully, he places it around your neck, and buckles it at the back, slipping two fingers between to check the tightness.
You lift your head, and he beams.
"You look stunning," he assures you, and moves back to his seat. Gets comfortable. "Come on, then," he nods to the floor at his feet. "A good pet needs to sit at their master's heel."
>• [[You rise off your chair, and sink to his feet, chin on his knee.|hppp gwi]]
>• [[You shake your head. Explain you're not really into the pet stuff.|hpnpp2]]Tom nods, and moves back to his seat. Get comfortable.
"Come on, then," he nods to the floor at his feet. "Come sit here with me so I can give you all the affection you deserve."
[[You rise off your chair, and sink to his feet, chin on his knee.|hppp gwi]]He pats your head, and whispers, "It's lovely having you here. Do you mind if I read while you're down there?"
You shake your head, and he opens one of his desk drawers, pulls out a slightly worn novel out. You don't recognise the cover, or the author.
He reads in silence for a moment, before asking, "Would you like me to read to you?"
>• [[You nod enthusiastically.|yesread]]
>• [[You shake your head. Explain you're happy just sitting next to him.|noread]]He nods, and makes you stand, moves your chair beside his.
You sit on it, rest your head on his shoulder. He cuddles you, and whispers, "It's lovely having you here. Do you mind if I read while you're sat here?"
You shake your head, and he opens one of his desk drawers, pulls out a slightly worn novel out. You don't recognise the cover, or the author.
He reads in silence for a moment, before asking, "Would you like me to read to you?"
>• [[You nod enthusiastically.|yesread]]
>• [[You shake your head. Explain you're happy just sitting next to him.|noread]]He laughs a little, and begins reading.
It's quite dense; you don't take it all in. But the rhythm of his voice, the effort he puts into making it enjoyable for you, even though you're not wholly invested? You appreciate it.
He continues to pat your head until you begin to drift off a little.
[[It's a nice nap.|wakeup]]He laughs a little, and keeps reading quietly, soothing fingers rubbing at your back, your shoulders, your head.
It's nice. Nice and easy and relaxing. No pressure. No expectations.
He continues to pat your head until you begin to drift off a little.
[[It's a nice nap.|wakeup]]When he shakes you, you're not so far gone it really startles you. You wake, and blink, and he smiles at you.
"Would you rather sit on the couch with me and have a cup of tea? I'm a little worried your leg may go dead sitting there."
You extend your leg, and it is beginning to tingle a little.
You nod, and he sets his book on the desk, rises, offering a hand to help you up. You take it, steadying yourself on your feet, and [[follow him through to the living room.|hplastLR]]You take your place back at your seat, and he makes you another $cont of $drink.
You drink, and chat, and he seems very happy with your company.
<<if $collar is true>>After a while, he asks, "Do you need the collar off, yet?"
You nod; it's gotten a little uncomfortable, finally.
He takes it off gently, and presses a kiss to your neck where it lay.
"You've been so good for me."<</if>>\
You bow your head thank him for having you over; [[apologise for changing your mind on the sex front.|hplast]]Tom sits beside you, and clasps your hands in his.
"Sex isn't everything. I've really enjoyed spending time with you. You're a sweetheart."
You smile, and let him pull you into a cuddle.
It's gentle.
It's sweet.
It's wonderful.
"Are you doing alright, $name?" he asks.
>• "[[I'm better than alright.|all good]]"
>• "[[I'm a little overwhelmed, but I'll get there.|all iffy]]"
>• "[[Would it be an imposition to ask for a cuddle?|all nsg]]"Tom nods, and stands, walks over to a lock-box on one of the bookshelves.
He produces a beautiful simple collar; plain black leather, with a small love-heart locket on the front.
"If you would bow your head for me," he instructs, and you do so. Carefully, he places it around your neck, and buckles it at the back, slipping two fingers between to check the tightness.
You lift your head, and he beams.
"You look stunning," he assures you, and moves back to his seat. Gets comfortable. "Come on, then," he nods to the floor at his feet. "A good pet needs to sit at their master's heel."
>• [[You rise off your chair, and sink to his feet, chin on his knee.|uc hppp gwi]]
>• [[You shake your head. Explain you're not really into the pet stuff.|uc hpnpp2]]Tom nods, and moves back to his seat. Get comfortable.
"Come on, then," he nods to the floor at his feet. "Come sit here with me so I can give you all the affection you deserve."
[[You rise off your chair, and sink to his feet, chin on his knee.|uc hppp gwi]]He pats your head, and whispers, "It's lovely having you here. Do you mind if I read while you're down there?"
You shake your head, and he opens one of his desk drawers, pulls out a slightly worn novel out. You don't recognise the cover, or the author.
He reads in silence for a moment, before asking, "Would you like me to read to you?"
>• [[You nod enthusiastically.|uc yesread]]
>• [[You shake your head. Explain you're happy just sitting next to him.|uc noread]]He nods, and makes you stand, moves your chair beside his.
You sit on it, rest your head on his shoulder. He cuddles you, and whispers, "It's lovely having you here. Do you mind if I read while you're sat here?"
You shake your head, and he opens one of his desk drawers, pulls out a slightly worn novel out. You don't recognise the cover, or the author.
He reads in silence for a moment, before asking, "Would you like me to read to you?"
>• [[You nod enthusiastically.|uc yesread]]
>• [[You shake your head. Explain you're happy just sitting next to him.|uc noread]]He laughs a little, and begins reading.
It's quite dense; you don't take it all in. But the rhythm of his voice, the effort he puts into making it enjoyable for you, even though you're not wholly invested? You appreciate it.
He continues to pat your head until you begin to drift off a little.
[[It's a nice nap.|uc wakeup]]He laughs a little, and keeps reading quietly, soothing fingers rubbing at your back, your shoulders, your head.
It's nice. Nice and easy and relaxing. No pressure. No expectations.
He continues to pat your head until you begin to drift off a little.
[[It's a nice nap.|uc wakeup]]When he shakes you, you're not so far gone it really startles you. You wake, and blink, and he smiles at you.
"Would you rather sit on the couch with me and have a cup of tea? I'm a little worried your leg may go dead sitting there."
You extend your leg, and it is beginning to tingle a little.
You nod, and he sets his book on the desk, rises, offering a hand to help you up. You take it, steadying yourself on your feet, and [[follow him through to the living room.|uc hplastLR]]You take your place back at your seat, and he makes you another $cont of $drink.
You drink, and chat, and he seems very happy with your company.
<<if $collar is true>>After a while, he asks, "Do you need the collar off, yet?"
You nod; it's gotten a little uncomfortable, finally.
He takes it off gently, and presses a kiss to your neck where it lay.
"You've been so good for me."<</if>>\
You bow your head thank him for having you over; [[apologise for changing your mind on the sex front.|uc hplast]]Tom sits beside you, and clasps your hands in his.
"Sex isn't everything. I've really enjoyed spending time with you. You're a sweetheart."
You smile, and let him pull you into a cuddle.
It's gentle.
It's sweet.
It's wonderful.
"Are you doing alright, $name?" he asks.
>• "[[I'm better than alright.|all good]]"
>• "[[I'm a little overwhelmed, but I'll get there.|all iffy]]"
>• "[[Would it be an imposition to ask for a cuddle?|all nsg]]"You're thankful. His understanding made your heart swell with gratitude. That he didn't cut you out entirely at first. That you didn't get yelled at over it. Ordered to take it down. And you hadn't hurt or upset him wth your posts.
You're lucky. You've got an incredibly good friend in him.
He just so happens to be a friend who is both famous, and incredibly attractive.
[[>>|end2]]You finished the "Early Ending" route! Thank you for playing.
I hope you enjoyed this! Please feel free to leave a comment at <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/26460991" target="_blank">my Ao3</a> if you did :)
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