Once again I don't really know how to write smut, but I love reading them so. I got this from Archive Of Our Own, author : Wargrounds http://archiveofourown.org/works/7269907
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The flat door flew open as you stormed inside, Tom slamming the door behind you. Your fists were clenched at your side with restrained rage, vision clouding red and nails creating crescents in your palm. Your boyfriend didn't speak, but you could hear him huffing and puffing somewhere behind you. You bite your lower lip, attempting to hold back the words burning at your thoughts.
"Why did you take her side?"
Tom's breath hitched. You squeezed your eyes shut, biting down on your tongue. You failed.
"What?" Tom uttered, voice low and dark.
"You took her side. Why?" You repeated shortly.
"What was I supposed to do, babe? The two of you were making fools of yourselves. I had to do something."
Enraged, you whirled around and stormed towards him.
"I'm your girlfriend; she's not! I'm supposed to be your priority, not her. If it wasn't obvious, Thomas Stanley, you should've taken my side!" You shouted, jabbing your finger into his chest.
All you could see was red, and you were shaking. He'd humiliated you out there; he'd taken another girl's side over yours, his damn girlfriend. Tom's face contorted, anger flashing across his eyes like lightning. He grabbed your hand firmly, and his posture straightened, making him tower over you. You took a subconscious step back, feeling your body lean away from him to properly look at his face.
He wasn't angry, but you could see the irritation lurking in the depths of his eyes.
"You were being childish. I didn't know how else to show you that," he argued.
"So embarrassing me in front of your family and friends was the only way?" You spat, yanking your hand out of his.
Tom's eyes narrowed, a frustrated huff escaping him.
"Considering you left storming out of there yourself, you embarrassed yourself." He stated indignantly.
You scoffed and stalked away from him. There was a pause before Tom followed you, intent on facing the storm. Even as you threw insults and expletives over your shoulder, Tom braved them, lips pursed and eyes dark. As you crossed the threshold into your shared bedroom, he snapped.
"Will you stop being childish for just one moment!" He finally exploded, loud voice causing you to stop short.
You let out an indignant squawk, and blind from your rage, whipped your hand across his face. Tom's cheeks bloomed an instant red, and the guilt was immediate.
"Oh, Tom, I—I didn't mean to." You stammered, inches from crying. "I just, I'm so angry, and you know how I get when I'm angry. I don't think and I just do. Oh, Tom, I'm sorry."
When he finally turned his head, his lip was bleeding from how hard he bit it. You let out a soft, worried gasp, and you instantly went to him, hand raised to grasp his chin. But you didn't get another step forward before Tom grabbed you and tossed you onto your bed.
You yelped as you landed onto the mattress, befuddled, even as your boyfriend crawled on top of you. You looked into his eyes, which were so dark you couldn't make out the pupil. His fingers encircled your wrists and pinned them above your head.
"Tom?" You whimpered, heart beating fast.
You weren't scared; no, you were confused and slightly turned on. Wordlessly, Tom swept down and pressed his lips against yours roughly, teeth tugging on your lower lip before his tongue soothed it over. Your lips parted, and his tongue entered. You arched, tugging at his restraining grip. It didn't budge, and he even had the audacity to smirk at your attempt.
