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You and your boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston had just broken up. It had been a week since you had seen him person, he had been blowing up your phone everyday. Hour long phone calls everyday, multiple texts and other messages. You came to his house today to get the last of your belongings. You were hoping Tom wouldn't be there, it would just be easier if he wasn't.
You unlock the house with your keys he gave you, you plan to leave them in the house when you're done because you wont be needing them anymore. You go to the master bedroom and begin to collect your belongings. A noise startles you and jump, you turn around to find a clearly angered Tom. His eyes are bloodshot from crying, his face is blank and it sort of terrifies you.
"Tom," you say. "You scared me. I didn't think you'd be home."
He doesn't respond, he just walks closer to you. He looks into the box that you are packing. He shakes his head, "This is," he didn't finish his sentence. He looks furious. He grabs the box and throws it on the ground.
"Tom!" you yell, stunned at his actions. He grabs you and throws you on the bed, "Tom," you say much calmer. "Stop, stop," you keep saying. He puts all of his weight on top of you, you're unable to move. He unzip his pants, you see that he's already fully erect. "Please stop, Tom," you plead again.
He begins to kiss your neck, it isn't his usual soft kisses, its rough and impatient. You keep asking him to stop but he pretends to not hear you. He puts himself inside you, you let out a gasp. Somehow you never got use to his length. "Tom," you barely manage to say. It's pain mixed with pleasure, but it doesn't stop the tears from running down the sides of your face. He thrusts in and out of you, hard. It makes me you shake. You feel yourself begin to only feel pleasure, you wanted him to stop but him being inside of you made you want to plead that he never leave you.
"You feel so tight," he whispers in your ear. "You always feel so good." His voice is raspy. It almost sends you over the edge when he talks about you like this. He moans in your ear, he keeps close to you because he loves to hear your moans. He holds your wrists tightly, above your head. "You like this don't you," he says. His voice getting colder.
"Tom, please," you say. At this point you don't even know what you're saying. The amount of ecstasy you feel is driving you insane. In the moment, you cum. You've never cummed as hard as this time. You can barely catch your breath. Your body shakes.
"It feels so good when you do that," Tom says. Your body is automatically reacting to him still thrusting in and out of you. It doesn't seem that he's close to stopping.
"I cant- I cant," you say. Your eyes are practically rolling to the back of your head from the orgasm. "I cant take anymore," your voice sounds weak.
"Sure you can, love," he says, still whispering in your ear. He begins to go harder, it makes you want to scream. He moans loudly, almost shouting. He does a few more thrusts, paced slowly. He stays in you, that was always his signature move. He never removed himself from you right after. He stays on top of you, and continues to kiss your lips. You feel almost empty, but you reciprocate the kiss. You still feel shaky, but oh how you missed his touch.