hell yeah I finally finished a request!!
I'm sorry this took so long, my motivation died for like twelve years.
Requested By: PureTrashIsLit9

Fair warning, this is some kinky shit. Please do not read if you aren't into this kind of stuff. It's also TordTom so there's that as well.

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Tom was stressed the fuck out.

Work felt like an entirety. It seemed that he could never do anything right, his boss always screaming at him to fix something or for being so inconceivably dumb.

Maybe a regular office job wasn't exactly the place for the edgy Brit, but money was short and he really had no choice.

He let out an annoyed sigh, finally coming home after a day that was pure hell. He walked inside, slamming the door behind him and kicking off his shoes.

The first thing he saw was an all too familiar, idiot Norwegian chilling on the couch. He had one of those porn books in his hands, which he only tore his attention from as Tom walked in the door.

"Evening, Jeho." He hummed. Upon seeing how upset the male appeared, he decided it would be fun to use that to his advantage. "Jesus, who pissed in your cereal?"

Tom slammed his bag down against the floor, shooting the communist a murderous glare. He hated Tord with every fiber of his body. The male somehow had money from some stupid thing he wouldn't tell them about. Tom honestly wouldn't be surprised if he was some kind of drug dealer.

Point is, Tord is a smug bastard who loves to watch him suffer. Perhaps in more ways than one, but that wasn't important right now.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm not in the mood." Tom growled, attempting to walk right past him. If he could end this right now, maybe he wouldn't end up kicking Tord in the balls.

But Tord had other plans. He followed right behind him as he entered the kitchen, throwing his hentai somewhere unimportant.

"Aww, look at you. Drinking away your problems like always." He teased, standing next to him. "You're so pathetic. I wouldn't be surprised if you-"

That was enough to send Tom into a spiral of complete and utter resentment. "I said shut up!" He yelled, letting go of the bottle of vodka he'd just grabbed. He turned around, attempting to sock Tord in the face.

Tord grabbed his fist with ease. Instead of hitting back, he spun Tom around and slammed him against the nearest wall. He smirked. This was exactly what he wanted.

"You know better than to talk to me like that." He whispered. Their faces were mere inches apart, but Tord pushed back further to ensure Tom wouldn't be able to close that gap.

In a matter of seconds, the eyeless male knew where this was going. That tone of voice- fuck. Tord knew he loved it when he talked to him like that. He knew all the little ways to turn him on.

You see, Tom and Tord were basically fuck buddies. Without the 'buddy' part, of course. The two hated each other with a burning passion, or so it seemed.

Tord had made the accidental discovery that Tom was a total masochist. They'd been fighting one time, completely screaming at each other and full on wrestling on the ground. Even Edd was too afraid to break them apart.

But when Tord had looked down, he realized that Tom managed to acquire a raging hard on. And he may have also realized that he was getting significantly turned on, too.

Long story short, they fucked. That led to the confusing, half sexual and half hatred relationship they had. They'd been doing this for so long that it had basically become part of their separate routines.

Tord knew that when Tom stressed, making him angry was as easy as spewing a simple insult. Weirdly enough, he also knew that the only way to calm him down was to fuck him senseless or beat the shit out of him.

But back to the present. Tom was looking up at Tord, his eyes narrowed in a glare. "I can talk to you how ever I want." He hissed, though he knew that wasn't the right thing to say.

Without hesitation, one of Tord's hands was tightly wrapped around his neck. "You know damn well that's not the case." He pressed harder and harder, watching as Tom scratched at his arm for mercy.

"I think it's about time you get put in your place, slut."

Tord finally let go of Tom, who wheezed and gasped for air. He fell back against the wall, trembling.

As predicted, there was a visible hard on in his uniform pants. He had a dazed expression, slight drool at the corner of his mouth. "F-Fuck you..."

Tord threw Tom over his shoulder without hesitation. He was quiet, which freaked Tom out more than him yelling would've. He looked around, soon realizing that they were going to Tord's room. He shivered. They usually fucked in his own room. The only time they didn't was when Tom was being punished.

Confirming his suspicions, Tom was immediately throw against the bed. Tord climbed onto top of him, pinning his arms against the bed.

"What's the safe word?" He questioned, making sure Tom remembered it. He refused to do anything if he didn't recite it properly, because consent and safety is important, kiddos.

"S-Strawberry." He mumbled impatiently, gripping at Tord's hoodie.

Tord immediately had a hand under Tom's shirt, his face pressed against his neck as he nipped at it teasingly. "Correct." He purred, giving Tom's nipple a sudden pinch.

The male threw his head back, letting out a moan of pain. Of course it hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. But that was exactly what Tom loved.

Tord smirked at that, pinching harder. "You like that, don't you? You're so nasty, getting off from these things." He chuckled, watching intently as Tom's body quivered with excitement.

"Now," He started, pulling Tom's shirt over his head. He dug his nails into his sides, creating small marks to replace the ones from last time. They'd been healing too fast for Tord's liking. "Tell me exactly what you did wrong."

Tom squirmed, his breathing shuddering and hitching as he did his best to keep still. He didn't want to punished for that, too. He squeezed his eyes shut and attempted speak. "I... I talked back to you. And I t-tried to hit you. I'm sorry..."

Usually Tom wouldn't be so easy, but he wanted to get this over with and have his punishment already. The two had a few loose rules, which were basically just excuses for Tord to punish Tom in the most sexual ways possible. Which the smaller male absolutely loved. Sometimes he'd break the rules on purpose just so Tord would get him off. Both of them greatly enjoyed it.

Tord clicked his tongue in disapproval. He dug his nails in further, causing Tom to let out a pained whimper. "You're sorry, what?" He questioned.

Tom bit back the urge to start smirking. "I'm s-sorry, asshole."

Tord stabbed his nails into Tom harder than he ever had before. The boy desperately squeaked, blood now dripping down his torso. He pulled them out and moved back. "I was only going to spank you 10 times, but you've now doubled that amount." He growled, getting off the bed. "On your stomach, ass up."

A rush of excitement and suspense exhilarated Tom's entire body. He loved the pain that came with spanking. He would've pushed it farther and tried to get more, but by that point Tord would've probably punished him with something else.

He laid down as told, ass high in the air. He soon felt Tord above him, his breath ticking down his neck.

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked again.

Tom knew that this time, it wasn't acceptable for him to play around. "I'm sorry, s-sir." He responded.

Tord pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Good boy." He murmured, then reached forward and held his wrists together. He tied them securely with a piece of rope. He slid off Tom's pants and boxers, then tied his ankles as well.

"Count how many times I hit you. If you stop or mess up, I'm going to start over." Tord warned in a low, commanding voice.

Tom nodded, resting his hands on the pillow in front of him. He knew what Tord was waiting for. Very reluctantly, he let him have it. "Yes, sir." He sighed.

At that, he received a harsh smack in his ass. Tom cried out in pain, attempting to pull away but being restrained by the ropes.

"O-One..."

Another came down in a wave a pain, hitting a particularly sensitive spot. It hurt so much, yet it felt so good.

"Two."

"A-Agh! Three!"

"F-Four!"

"Fuck... Fuck! F-Five!"

And so it continued, Tom screaming and trembling as Tord continued to deliver harsh blows to the sensitive skin. He'd occasionally start begging for him to stop, but he knew it was alright to keep going. He would've used the safe word by now if that was the case. Plus, he'd done much worse to Tom in the past.

As they reached the end, Tom started to become louder and louder. His noises sounded less like he was in pain, and more like he was enjoying this. Tord knew he was. Suddenly, he got very quiet.

"Thomas." He said sternly. When he got no response, Tord caught on to what was about to happen. "Tom, if you cum I swear to g-"

"Eight... Eighteen?" He whispered tentatively. He didn't want Tord to stop. He wanted him to keep going so badly.

Tord reached over to hold wrap a hand around Tom's cock. The Brit let out a low moan as he squeezed it, though he knew that was an attempt to keep him from coming.

As he was hit again, it became evident that it was unsuccessful.

Tom came with a shout of absolute bliss. Damn it, he should've seen this coming. It wasn't like this was the first time it had happened.

Still, having a cum covered hand was somewhat of a surprise. Tord reluctantly finished Tom off with one last slap, then flipped him over.

"You're absolutely disgusting, you know that? Everything about you is revolting." He proceeded to force Tom's mouth open and shove his hand inside.

"Clean it." He commanded, feeling Tom whimper around it. He slowly but surely began lapping up the cum, eventually swallowing it down. He stared at Tord with a deceivingly innocent expression, as if he hadn't done a single thing wrong.

Once he had finished, Tord yanked his hand away and wiped it in the bedsheets. He'd have to clean them later... or maybe he'd make Tom do it, just to spite him.

"You're awfully eager. Aren't you, slut?" He hummed. Tom could tell simply from the slight glint in his cold eyes that he was, indeed, fucked.

In an instant, Tord had him pinned against the bed. He left out a whimper, feeling his soft skin brush up against the ropes that were tied to him. It burned in a way he had grown to enjoy.

Tord stared down at him. His gaze felt as if it was piercing through Tom's body, causing him to shiver with anticipation.

Tord then produced a blindfold from behind his back. Tom had no idea where it came from. But he wouldn't be surprised if the Norski carried it around all the time. Y'know, just in case.

Weirdo.

Before Tom could even open his mouth, it was tied tightly against his eyes. Darkness reduced him to silence, his body tensing up.

"Wait here. Don't you dare try to get up." Tord growled, knowing that Tom would if he could figure out any possible means to. He was a brat like that.

"Y-Yes sir..." He choked out. There was something about the blindfold that forced him into obedience.

It was terrifying to have no way of truly knowing what was going on around him. His heart pounded with anticipation, his breathing slightly labored.

He heard shuffling for a moment, then the unmistakeable creak of Tord's slightly broken mattress. Years of doing... well, things, had caused that and Tord had never bothered to replace it.

He felt Tord's hands grasp his thighs, causing him to let out a breathy little moan. "Sir... wha-"

Tord cut him off with a slightly annoyed, shushing sound. "Quiet. Just take your punishment, slut." He mumbled lowly into Tom's ear.

Soon enough, two lubed fingers prodded at his entrance. Tom let out a soft gasp, those same fingers beginning to scissor him at a fast pace.

Tom was puzzled. Usually when he was bad like before, he'd be put in some extreme amounts of pain. But now Tord was making him feel... good?

He slowly slipped in another digit, then began thrusting them up against his prostate. Tom's reaction was immediate, a loud cry leaving his lips as he desperately tried to move his hips into the feeling.

Tord quickly placed a hand on Tom's hips. "Ah, ah, ah." He chided, breaking his previous silence. "You know you're not allowed to do that." He sounded pleased, a small hint of a chuckle in his voice. It was completely different from how he'd been acting earlier.

"Yes s-sir... I'm so-sorry sir." He panted, Tord thrusting harder into him. He slowly began feeling himself get closer and closer to coming. To his surprise, Tord had not once tried to stop him.

The fingers inside him began working faster, Tord's free hand snaking up his shirt and beginning to pinch at his nipples once again. He let out a needy squeak, his noises reaching their loudest.

"May... may I c-cum, sir?" Tom asked tentatively. He wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but he didn't want to get in trouble like he had before.

Tord only smirked. "Of course you can." He said, that tone from before never flattering. "Min pene, pene ludder..." He cooed, causing Tom's expression to twist in confusion.

He didn't have any time to question his words, though, as Tom soon felt like he couldn't take it anymore. He came onto his chest, a high-pitched moan leaving his lips.

As Tord pulled his fingers out, he assumed this was it. He had no idea why this had somehow became his punishment, but he would take what ever he was given.

He was wrong.

Moments later, he felt something else poke his entrance. It was thick in diameter, instantly stretching him out. It had a strange, silicone feeling that instantly made Tom tense up.

"What... w-what's happening, sir? I t-thought we were done." He managed to stumble out, the object now fully inside him.

Tord merely laughed in response. "You wanted to cum so badly before, darling. Why don't you do it again?"

Tom's eyes widened in sudden realization. Of course Tord wasn't going to let him off the hook like that, he never did. There was always some kind of catch.

He tried to squirm away as the object inside him began vibrating slowly. He whined, already feeling the discomfort kick in. "Don't wanna... please?" He begged.

"Baby, you know what to say if it's too much." He reminded him in a sickly sweet voice. "You're disgusting for coming like that, so I believe this is the only way to teach you a proper lesson."

With that, the vibrator was turned up another few settings. Tom moaned in both pleasure and pain. He had no idea how much more he could take, or how much more Tord was going to make him endure.

Tears pricked in his eyes as Tom began feeling himself get close once again. He was shaking, doing everything in his power to distract from how overwhelmed he was.

Reluctantly, Tom came for the third time that evening. By then he had fully started crying, while Tord sat back and simply watched. He had his cock out, slowly stroking it as he watched Tom wither with discomfort.

"C'mon, Thomas. Don't be such a pussy. I know you can take more than that." He purred, not bothering to shut the object, better known as a vibrator, off. Tord reached over, then decided it would be a good idea to push another into Tom.

He gave a small, choked cry, clearly unhappy  about what Tord had done. The overstimulation had more than kicked in. His thighs shook and tears began to slip down his cheeks. "P-Please... no more. It h-hurts." He gasped, feeling the new vibrator turn on.

Tord, yet again, ignored his pleading. "This is what you want, isn't it? So stop your complaining." He scolded, although he quite enjoyed Tom'a vocalization of how much he felt like shit.

Tom felt sweat drip down his chest, his insides pounding. This was the kind of pain that really did feel like a punishment. But it was also the kind that Tom would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy.

Once again he managed to cum, though doing so made the pain even worse. Only a little bit of fluid left him, a clear sign of how worn out he was.

Tord could tell that he was struggling. So, being the kind fellow that he is, reached over and began stroking Tom's cock inside of his own.

"That's a good little whore." He praised as Tom let out a genuine moan of pleasure. His neglected, yet throughly overstimulated, cock began to twitch in Tord's grasp.

Tom was sobbing by now. His whole body was trembling violently and every noise he gave sounded strained and small.

He stroked him faster, and after a considerable amount of time and patience he was able to milk yet another orgasm out of the poor boy. This time, he had cum completely dry.

Although Tord was a total sadist, he knew Tom had limits. It was pretty obvious that he had reached them by now.

Tord reached over and turned off both of the vibrators. He heard Tom let out a soft sigh of relief, which he smiled at. That made him glad he couldn't see him right now.

He slowly pulled the toys out, which were all very sticky from the lube he had used. Tord then undid the rope on Tom's wrists and ankles, taking his blindfold off last.

Tom was a complete wreck. His face was so red, sweat glistening on his smooth skin. He looked as if he had run a whole marathon. His body still wouldn't stop shaking, and although he tried to speak all the came out was a pitiful mewl.

Tord instantly lifted Tom up into his arms. He carefully pulled off the rest of his uniform, which was covered in cum. He discarded it elsewhere. It wasn't important right now.

He wouldn't admit it, but he had a weird sort of soft spot for Tom. He felt the ever growing urge to care for him, wanting nothing more than to hold him in his arms. There was also a part of him that wanted to tear the guy a new asshole and mark up his pretty body until he was screaming for mercy, but that was to be put to the side for another time.

Tord placed a few gentle kisses on Tom's neck. He was basically half asleep on Tord, which he didn't really mind. He slowly stood up and adjusted Tom a little so he was easier to carry.

He brought the two of them to the bathroom, then grabbed a rag for Tom. Cleaning off the remaining cum on his skin as he made a slight attempt to flinch away from his touch.

"Shh. It's alright, I'm not gonna do anything else. Just let me clean you up and I promise you can go right back to sleep." He reassured him, accent getting thicker with slight worry.

He didn't know if he'd pushed Tom too far. He hadn't meant to. Sometimes he couldn't control himself in that regard.

Tom cautiously allowed himself to be cleaned up. Tord then brought him back to his bed, as promised. He laid down, pulling the covers over both of them. "Is there anything I can do for you, kjæreste?" He asked softly, still holding Tom close to him.

"Y-You could shut your d-damn mouth and let me sleep, idiot." He snapped, which succeeded in making Tord chuckle.

"Alright, ya dick. I'll pester you later..." He figured Tom was fine, which comforted him enough to not reprimand him for the insult. "Sleep well, dyrebar." He hummed.

Tord allowed his eyes to close, the sweet release of sleep soon taking over. He would never admit that maybe, just maybe, being all lovey dovey like this was something he could get used to.

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Word count: 3552

Well that turned out kinker than expected 😳

I apologize for the lil bit of fluff at the end, i couldn't help myself lmao

Anyway, i hope y'all enjoyed this one shot

It's kinda out of my comfort zone, but hey. I had fun.