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bellesowl · 3 years

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head over heels

- multiple characters

⤷ kuroo, iwaizumi, atsumu, sakusa

genre: fluff!! ; established relationship

synopsis: in which they realize how head over heels they are for you

word count: 1.4k total :))

warnings: very very slight manga spoilers in iwa’s, i kinda curse a little

- a/n: hi! this is very very late for valentines but i wanted to post it anyways! also, this is very cheesy but when is anything i write not cheesy anyways? & please, i literally write for the same four people BYEE. oh & thank u @omisluvr for beta-ing this ily mwah

- kuroo tetsurou

he falls for your quick wit & intelligence

we all know that kuroo is known for his wit and for being a big, big nerd LMAOAKJSC

i think he would appreciate a s/o who’s on his level academically & could compete with him, esp cause he’s so competitive

and we know how quick with his words this man is- it’s probably one of the reasons tsukishima actually listens to this mf tbh

i feel like he would want a s/o who could bite back and put him in his place every once in a while

probably finds it super hot

“tetsurou!” you yell, glaring at him.

he raises his hands in alarm, amusement and mischief swimming in his eyes. he had embarrassed you in front of the whole class, immediately correcting you when you claimed that the reaction on the board was an endothermic reaction when in reality, it was an exothermic reaction. sure, he was right, but he didn’t have to point it out like that!

“what?” he questions, “it’s not my fault you lacked docosapentaenoic acid when you were a child.” he finishes with a smug smirk on his face.

the scowl on your face morphs into a smirk at his words and his own falls at your face. “i think you mean docosahexaenoic acid, oh wise one?” you ask, sarcasm dripping from your tone.

he recovers quickly, yelling about how easy it is to mistake the two. at your laugh, he realizes just how lucky he and whipped he is for you because this? he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

- iwaizumi hajime

he falls for your independence

lord knows that having to deal with oikawa practically all his life + the seijoh third years, my man would not be able to deal with a s/o who is super dependent on him

sure, he finds it cute when you’re being clingy & want a hug or a kiss but someone who constantly insecure or is just overall emotionally dependent on him - i feel like it would be a slight turnoff

now, if you feel insecure, tell him because he would also def appreciate your honesty and that wouldn’t necessarily be seen as a problem

it becomes a problem when you push all your problems onto him and expect him to fix it

but a s/o who can work out their problems on their own but still comes to him for advice and support?

yeah, he’s def in love

you hear a knock on your door and quickly move to open it, hoping it’s who you think it is.

“hey love,” hajime sighs as you usher him into your home, “i’m so sorry i’ve been so busy lately, with volleyball and all the extra applications to be able to move to the states, it’s been a lot.”

you nod, understanding written on your face. “don’t worry about it babe, i get it! do you need any help with anything?”

he shakes his head, instead choosing to wrap his arms around you, nuzzling his nose in your hair and breathing in your intoxicating scent. “being with you is enough. i really am sorry though, did you need anything?”

you shift slightly, guiding him over to the couch and cuddling up to him there, “all i need is this, hajime.”

he kisses the top of your head and while you both talk about everything and nothing, and it hits him that this is it. you’re it for him - because when he’s with you, he feels like he’s home.

- miya atsumu

he falls for your unrelenting support

i think we all know that atsumu was left out a lot as a kid & i think that one of his biggest fears is that his loving s/o secretly prefers his brother like everyone else

so he probably tries to scare you off by showing his ugly side first- like constantly arguing with you or canceling dates in favor of an extra hour or two of volleyball practice- and you stay?

he realizes that no matter what, you won’t leave him

“oi! what are ya still doin’ here, slug?” osamu yells, walking into the gym.

“what do ya think? havin’ a tea party?” atsumu quips back, annoyed that his brother interrupted his practice.

osamu grabs a ball by his feet and chucks it at his brother. “do ya even know what time it is?” at atsumu’s look of confusion he decides that you’re too good for his idiot brother. “it’s already past 8, you’re late for yer movie date with y/n.”

atsumu’s eyes widen and osamu rolls his eyes at his brother’s frantic form, trying to clean up and get out of there as quickly as he can. “just go, i’ll stay to clean up.” osamu sighs, “but you owe me onigiri for a week!”

back at your house, you’re sitting on the couch, patiently waiting for your boyfriend- who’s late, again. you jump at the frantic knocks at your front door and you open it to a very sweaty, very disheveled atsumu.

“shit sorry babe! i left my phone on the bleachers and lost track of time but-” you cut him off with a kiss. his eyes widen before fluttering shut.

“go shower, tsumu- you stink!” you laugh at his scowl “we can probably still get a couple movies in before my parents get back home.”

he nods, “i really am sorry babe. i didn’t mean to come late, i just got so caught up in my serves and sets and i-”

“it’s fine love, you have to practice to get better, i understand. i would never tell you to skip out on something so important to you when you make sure to come see me in the end anyway.” you interrupt him, “and besides, i love to brag about how my boyfriend is one of the best setters in the nation” you add with a wink.

he gives you a peck on the cheek before heading towards your bathroom, thinking about how lucky he is to have you by his side. he decides that this will be the last time he’s late because god forbid he does something to ruin something as precious as this.

- sakusa kiyoomi

he falls for your respectful and understanding attitude

my poor baby

probably had to deal with getting so much shit for his germophobic preferences

so when you guys started dating he def asked you to respect his boundaries

and when you did without questioning him?? or making fun of him??

he was shocked because even his own cousin would have something to say about his proclivity for extreme cleanliness

you walk into the huge stadium, eyes searching for a mop of black hair, slightly terrified of getting lost. out of the corner of your eye, you see a flash of neon green & yellow.

“komori!” you yell, hoping he could hear you over the excited chatter all around. you see him whip his head around, trying to find the source of the sound. you yell a couple more times, jumping up and down like a lunatic. he finally spots you and smiles, walking over.

“oh, hey! are you here for kiyoomi?” he asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes, already leading you over to where your boyfriend is, “but i have no clue why you would look for him in the middle of the floor. don’t you know your boyfriend by now?”

you slap him lightly on the arm but excuse yourself when you see your boyfriend hiding in the corner with the most hateful glare on his face. as you walk away and towards him, you notice komori walking over to a tall, dark-haired boy. that must be the setter omi was telling me about, you think. you brush it off, deciding you’d bring it up another time and you tap your boyfriend lightly. the glare he gives you almost makes you want to drop dead right there but you notice how his eyes soften and his overall demeanor brightens.

he pulls you towards him, surprising you and everyone watching, and mumbles into your ear, “i thought you had a tutoring session?”

you pull back slightly and notice how he leans down, practically asking for a kiss. you peck his cheek before giggling, “i wanted it to be a surprise! are you surprised? did you miss me?”

he rolls his eyes before pulling down his mask and kissing you properly. “yes and ... yes” he answers, a light blush apparent on his cheeks.

“awwww! you have a crush on me!!! no, you looove me!! that’s so embarrassing!!” you laugh and he shakes his head but silently agrees because yeah, if the permanent butterflies and erratic heartbeat are any indications, he does love you. and he doesn’t plan on stopping for the rest of your lives.

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mf-despair-queen · 7 years

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Hard to Get - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 9,016

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Kinky Thomas, Multiple Orgasms, Oral (both receiving), Bondage, Hair Pulling, Public Oral Sex, Masturbation, Thomas’s giant dick pressing into his jeans (cause hot damn we all know it does)

Notes: Some cute lil nonnie said they wanted me to write another Thomas smut. So kinky Thomas it is. Thanks @stilinski-jpeg @minhosmeanhoe and @dylan-trash-tbh for yelling at me to write this so much. Otherwise I would have kept procrastinating. I hope this is worth yelling at me so much.

You leaned on the shovel, watching Thomas and Minho job by, heading towards the map room to finish their day. Your eyes lingered on Thomas, admiring his beauty from afar. Even from this distance, you could make out the freckles on his perfect cheeks. You saw the sweat dripping down his brow and defined cheekbones from his run. His blue shirt clung to his toned chest and broad arms, accentuating his biceps and abs. His flat, chocolate brown hair shone in the sunlight. You were trying not to drool as the man ran by, essentially ignoring your presence until they disappeared into the map room.

A sigh left your lips, putting your entire weight on the shovel. You couldn’t help being attracted to the runner. Yes, he was a physically perfect, and you wished you could spend hours wrapped in his strong arms. But his personality, the little bit you knew about it, brought him full circle. He cared about everyone in the glade, trying his damnedest to find a way to get everyone out. He always was bright, though maybe not the biggest optimist in the word. Everything about him sent the butterflies in your stomach fluttering.

You were enamored the second he arrived in the box, your eyes locking with him the second the box opened, getting lost his deep, hazel orbs. The moment your gaze locked with his, you felt your heart beating wildly in your chest. You just fell for him harder every day, learning everything you could about it. He was a god, a gift from the creators.

However, he barely knew you existed. He barely spoke two words to you the entire time he’s been in the glade. He never noticed you were present, nearly running you over more than once. And he never apologized for doing so. You felt like he was far away, and no matter how hard you tried, he was not getting any closer. He slipped through your fingers every second of the day.

Newt glanced at your slouching figure, rolling his eyes with a laugh. “You’re eye-fucking him again.”

Nonsensical jabber spilled from your lips in a flash, almost falling over the shovel when your head whipped around to Newt. Your cheeks turned a bright red, your eyes wide. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! I-I was just…thinking about what slop Fry made for dinner tonight! Yeah, that’s it!”

You let out a nervous laugh, Newt’s head shaking in disbelief. “You’re not very good at lying you know,” he told you, laughing louder.

You glared at him and shoved his shoulder. “I’m not lying! Besides, why would I be eye-fucking Thomas? There is nothing to eye-fuck about him. He’s just a stinky boy with nice arms and a hot body and…” You trailed off, your mind wandering back to the runner that plagued your mind. Newt was rolling with laughter, earning a glare.

“OK, Y/N. Let me tell you a lil something. One, how did you even know I was talking about Tommy? I never mentioned his name. You did.” Your face paled, realizing that he was right. “Two, I know you have a crush on him. You have since we pulled him from the box. You are always watching him, and get depressed when he doesn’t notice you.”

You pouted at him, sitting on a stump nearby. “Am I really that obvious?” Newt nodded. “Then why doesn’t he notice that? Am I just invisible to him? I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know I exist, Newtie.”

Newt ran his hand through his hair, groaning. “I don’t know. I’m not him. Maybe you just need to try harder to get him to notice you.”

You stared at the blonde, unsure what to say. “How the hell would I even do that? He can literally run over me while he is running and doesn’t even mutter an apology. Yet, you want me to try harder to get his attention? Please, Newt. Enlighten me on how to do this.”

Newt gave you a blank stare, one that said “are you serious right now?” He stopped what he was doing, turning his full attention to you. “Seriously? Y/N, need I remind you of one little fact?” You stared at him confused. He let out a frustrated groan. “You’re a girl, Y/N! A hot one at that! Maybe you haven’t been eye-catching enough for him since you dress in guy clothes all the time.”

“They’re comfortable to work in. It’s not my fault,” You muttered stubbornly.

Newt rolled his once again, leaning towards you. “All I’m saying is, maybe you should put on a little bit of feminine charm. Use your features to catch him off guard. Give him a reason to look.”

You sighed, nodding. “I guess so. But what do I do after that? Wouldn’t I seem…easy if I do that?”

Newt backed away, a grin on his face. “Then don’t be easy, love. Play hard to get.” He straightened his clothes, turning to head towards the tool shed to put away his shovel. “Think about it while you get cleaned up for dinner. Fry should be ringing the bell soon.”

You watched Newt walk off, contemplating what he said.

“Play hard to get…”

You adjusted your shirt for the millionth time that day, glancing down at the cleavage that normally was hidden under a baggy shirt. You, regrettably at this point, took Newt’s advice and put on clothes that showed your curves.

The tank top was tight, hugging your upper body perfectly. You found the sexiest bra you owned, surprised it wasn’t ruined from your days in the glade. It made your breasts look perkier than normal, pushing them up to the point that the tops nearly slipped out. Your jean shorts were shorter than you remember them being, and you knew your ass hung out every time you bent down to gather plants.

You partially wished that you didn’t listen to Newt. You knew the guys around the glade were distracted, feeling their eyes lingering on your form all day. It was like they had never seen a girl before or something. You knew this was an abnormal look for you, but the stares were getting ridiculous.

Your eyes locked on the distant figures emerging from the gaps in the walls, Thomas and Minho making their normal trek towards the map room. You stood up straighter, tugging the shirt down to let your breasts show more, releasing a nervous sigh. You hoped that Thomas would at least glance in your direction on his way by.

The two boys jogged by, Minho passing a small wave on his way by. Thomas turned to see who he was waving at, his eyes immediately scanning your body. You fought to hide the blush, waving back at them. You saw Thomas’s mouth fall open, his eyes fixated on you. He obviously lost focus, because he tripped over his own feet, crashing hard in the grass.

You dropped your shovel, rushing to the aid of your crush. “Thomas! Are you okay? Do we need to take you to the medjacks?” You leaned over him, your ass sticking out and your breasts spilling over the edge of your tank top. Thomas let out a groan, rolling onto his back. His eyes slowly opened, meeting yours momentarily before they drifted down your body. A pink hue dusted his cheeks as his eyes locked on your tits. “Thomas? Answer me, please.”

He stuttered, trying to find the right words, still staring at your chest. “U-um yeah. I could probably use a medjack.”

You grinned down at him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “No problem!” You turned away, glancing around the glade until you found the boy you wanted. You purposefully stuck your ass out for Thomas to see, hunching forward to call out to the boy. “Hey Chuck! Come help Thomas to the medjacks!”

Thomas was flabbergasted. “What? Y-you’re not going to take me yourself?”

You glanced at him over your shoulder and smiled. “Of course not. I have a job to do still.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond, skipping your way back to Newt. Newt shook his head, seeing the grin on your face.

“Savage, love. Savage. Didn’t think you had it in you,” Newt said, giving you a wink. You flipped your hair over your shoulder, cocking your hip to the side, a hand placed upon it.

“Ye of so little faith, Newtie. Thomas will never know what is coming to him.”

Newt laughed. “Well, whatever works. Anything to get you to stop drooling over him whenever he is running by. Now, do us a favor,” he paused, tossing a basket at you. “Go fetch us more fertilizer.”

You groaned at your friend. “Why me? Why can’t Zart do it?” Newt gave you a look, no words necessary as you turned to leave. “Fine. I guess I will be a good girl for once.”

You headed off into the deadheads, grumbling about the job at hand. You didn’t know why Newt ever made you do this. This was obviously not a job for a girl.

A twig snapped behind you, turning towards the sound instantly. You couldn’t make out anyone in the trees, the only noise in your ear being your rapid heartbeat from the scare.

“Hello?” You hollered, glancing around more. “Is anyone there?” When you received no response, you spun on your heel to head towards the fertilizer. You didn’t expect to come face to face with Thomas, the basket falling from your hands to the ground. “Holy shit, Thomas! You scared me! What are you doing here? I thought Chuck took you to the medjacks.”

Thomas ran a hand through his hair. “They dismissed me pretty quick. No damage done. I saw you heading here as I left. It’s dangerous in the deadheads, so I thought I would come protect you.”

You smiled, bouncing on your toes in delight. “Aw, you’re so sweet Thomas! You didn’t have to do that.”

Thomas blushed slightly at your happy form. “W-well, I know I didn’t. But I wanted to.”

Your mind was reeling, trying to figure out exactly how to approach him. You didn’t want to seem willing to have him around, but you didn’t want to tell him to go away and give him the wrong idea. What was a good balance to show you were thankful he was here, but would leave him wanting more?

It clicked in your mind, your feelings a mix of joy, excitement and nervousness. You twirled some hair on your finger, strutting forward towards him. Thomas took a step with each step you took, his back colliding with a tree. You put your hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes.

“Well, how can I ever make It up to you, Thomas?” You bat your eyelashes at him, watching his honey eyes darken slightly. He licked his lips, arousal pooling between your legs as you watched his tongue pass over them. Running your fingers along his chest and biting your lip, you pushed yourself against him harder. “Please tell me, Thomas.”

“Well um…” he paused, clearing his throat. “What did you have in mind?”

You grinned at him, trailing your fingers down his chest towards his jeans. “Well, I have a few things in mind that I might be able to do.” You let your fingers trace the outline of his cock that was pressing hard into his jeans, giving it gentle squeezes through the material. He fought to hold back his moans, failing miserably every time he felt the pressure you applied. “You don’t have any objections, do you?”

He shook his head vigorously, his breathing increasing. A large smile grew on your lips, your fingers popping the button on his pants. Leaning up to his ear, you nibbled on his ear lobe, whispering in a seductive tone, “Good. Try to keep it down, or the rest of the guys might hear you.”

You disappeared from his line of sight, carefully getting on our knees in front of him. One quick tug was all it took to pull his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free from its confines. You gaped at the sight, realizing how big his cock was. You briefly wondered how he was able to hide it all the time.

You gave his cock a few gentle strokes, feeling it harden in response. You grasp it in your hand, brushing your fingers over the swollen tip. Precum oozed from it, a layer of the salty sweet liquid coating your fingers. Thomas leaned his head against the tree, his fingers twisting in your hair. “Please, Y/N. Do something.”

You silently cheered at his begging, knowing you had succeeded in something with this plan. Your tongue wet your lips, lightly brushing against him as it made its rounds. Thomas didn’t stifle his moan, the noise drifting through the endless trees of the deadheads. You cast your eyes up at it, giving him a pointed look.

“Thomas, what did I tell you about being quiet?”

He sucked in air quickly, trying to straighten his stance against the tree. “It’s a little hard when you’re down there.”

You laughed, his eyes glancing down to meet yours. “Tommy, I have barely started with you.”

You didn’t wait for a response, your mouth closing around his entire length. You had to resist the urge to gag, his cock twitching spontaneously against your cheeks.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled, his hand gripping your hair tighter. He felt your tongue running over the length of his cock, licking along the underside. His teeth bit into his lip to muffle his moans, waves of heat coursing through his entire body. “Shit, Y/N. You feel so good. Keep going.”

You obliged, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue focused on swirling around his tip. Your hand gripped what wasn’t between your lips, fluidly pumping the enter length. Thomas’s moans occasionally passed through his lips, curses muttered between each breath he took.

His nails scraped at your scalp, guiding your head to pump his cock in your mouth. Your moans vibrated along his dick, sending every nerve into a frenzy. Your tongue flicked over a throbbing vein, his hips thrusting forward with a grunt. You smiled to yourself, knowing this was the sensitive spot on his dick.

You continued to run your tongue along the vein, letting one hand cup his balls. You fondled them gently, softly rolling them between your fingers. The combination of your tongue stroking his cock and your hand caressing his balls was overwhelming, his mind going blank aside from the fireworks he felt exploding throughout his body. His body ached with desire, his limbs shaking with excitement. These little reactions fueled you, your speed increasing, your grip tightening around him.

You gave one giant suck, tugging on his giant, twitching cock with your lips. You pressed it deeper inside, letting the tip hit the back of your throat. A deep groan ripped through your throat, sending Thomas sailing. He let out a loud moan of your name, his body jerking forward. A wave of pleasure swelled inside him for a single second before he released into your mouth, relief overcoming his body. His hot seed shot down your throat, the salty liquid sliding down your throat easily. You happily lapped up the juices, savoring every last drop he had.

Thomas slowly relaxed against the tree, his eyes slowly dropping down to watch you pull from his cock, licking your lips clean of any of his juices that escaped. You smile up at him, helping him fix his pants before standing up. You brushed the dirt and leaves off you, Thomas straightening his clothes out.

He looked at you, a smirk placed on his lips. “So, how about we head back to your room? You have a room to yourself since you are the only girl, right?”

You blinked, shocked that he even knew that. Until today, you were sure he didn’t know you existed. He didn’t have enough time to find that out between his fall earlier and stalking you into the deadheads. So, how did he know about your room?

“Um…yeah I do. But maybe another time? I still have to get the fertilizer for Newt. But this was fun Tommy. See you around.” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a wink before running off quickly, leaving Thomas standing alone with his jaw wide open in disbelief.

Within the week, you knew he was getting desperate for you. You continued playing hard to get after that day in the deadheads, enacting something new every day.

On the first day, which happened to be Thomas’s day off, you purposefully ignored his hollers. You finally approached him before dinner, telling him how sorry you were that you weren’t able to answer him all day. You gave some bullshit excuse that Newt was on your ass about getting work done because he was mad about how long it took to get the fertilizer. Thomas said he understood, causing you to smile and kissing his cheek before skipping away. You didn’t see the bright red hue the covered his cheeks.

On the second day, when he returned from his run, he asked if you wanted to hang out during dinner. You gave him a sad smile, telling him that you already planned to hang out with Minho and would have to reschedule. Lucky for you, you had inadvertently told Minho what you were doing to Thomas when he trapped you behind the map room, asking why Thomas was constantly talking about you on their run. Minho was a good friend, however, and promised not to tell him. Though, he also said to “hit that”, whatever that meant.

You indulged him on the third day, spending all of time with him after dinner was finished. The time you spent with him in this time just solidified how much you liked this boy. The sexual tension was almost palpable the entire time, but you both ignored it for the most part, focusing your efforts on learning things about the other that you didn’t know already. Yes, you didn’t have many, if any, memories from before the glade, but you talked for hours about random things.

You finished this night by giving him a light kiss on the lips. It caught Thomas off guard, but he wasn’t arguing with the action. You had let him kiss back gently, his lips molding against yours perfectly. His hand was placed on the small of your back, pulling you against him in a tight hold. His lips were soft, but you had to fight your own urges to continue kissing him. Pulling away, you gave a tiny apology, trying to reason that you both had to be up early, before rushing away from him. He watched you run off, staring at your ass while he did, touching his lips that remained tingling from your encounter.

You grew worried going into the fourth day after how things ended the night before. You were worried you had gone too far when you pulled away from the kiss and feared Thomas would hate you. To make amends, you stole some paper from Minho, writing a note for Thomas that you could hide in his lunch. It was a simple message: Thank you for being an amazing guy. You just wanted him to know that he was on your mind and you cared. You hid away before he returned that evening, not wanting to see his reaction.

On day five, you dared to glance at him before he left in the morning, catching his eye and seeing him wink at you before he took off. The gesture boosted your confidence, trusting that he wasn’t angry about the other night. You decided to sit next to him at dinner that night, occasionally tracing your fingers along his thigh and over the bulge that continued to grow throughout the meal. He kept sparing glances at you, a glint of lust hidden deep in his orbs. When no one was looking you would whisper naughty things in his ear, feeling his cock twitching in his pants. Before he could attempt to drag you off, you placed a kiss to his cheek, telling him you were tired and heading to bed.

Day six was an easy-going day, just some casual flirting with Thomas, trying not to push the boundaries after you disappeared on him the night before. You didn’t want to overly tease him, afraid that he was growing weary of your tactics. He seemed to respond favorably, at least, when he was flirting back.

Today was day seven, and you spent all day doubting what you were doing. It was already sunset, growing dark quickly, which meant the runners would be back soon. You sat atop the watch tower, sneaking glances at the doors occasionally to see when Thomas was getting back. He ran through just before they closed, Minho by his side. Your eyes focused on Thomas’s sweaty form, licking your lips as your watched him pant for air. His shirt clung to his body like always, the butterflies in your stomach going wild with just the little glances.

The two disappeared into the map room, leaving you along with your thoughts once more. You were confused, unsure how far this could really take you. You felt like Thomas liked you back, recalling how he has reacted every day this week. But maybe you had rushed things when you gave him that blow job in the deadheads and he just wanted some action.

The thoughts were swirling out of control, clouding your thoughts and senses. You missed Frypan ringing the dinner bell, remaining frozen in your spot on the tower. Your eyes were glued to the starless sky, contemplating everything you could in this short time.

You didn’t register the sounds of someone climbing the ladder, nor the thump of the wood when they sat next to you. You only snapped from your thoughts when their hand brushed through your hair, leaving a warm feeling in their path.

Your eyes locked with Thomas’s honey brown ones, a sad smile present on his lips. You gave him a smile back, leaning your head on his shoulder. He didn’t question the action, choosing to just wrap his arm around your shoulder instead. Silence formed between you, neither wanting to break it for fear of what the other would want to say.

Thomas swallowed, feeling how dry his mouth was. He was afraid to ask what had been on his mind all day, but he knew he had to. He chalked up the courage, turning his eyes to you. “Y/N. What exactly are we?”

You sat up, looking fully at him. Your mind buzzed, trying to figure out how best to answer him. “Well,” you started, messing with the bottom of your shorts, “I would hope we are friends, right?”

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, clenching his hands into fists in mind frustration. “Of course we are friends. Maybe I didn’t ask the right question.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “Why are you doing this? Why did you change so much? Why are you acting the way you are?”

Your mouth went slack, appalled by the questions. He wasn’t oblivious to your act, and had noticed your change in attitude. Maybe you truly had fucked up. “I-I…What are you t-talking about? I-I’m not-“

He sent you a harsh glare, cutting you off. “Bullshit you aren’t. Did you think I didn’t notice when you changed your outfit to…this.” He motioned to your outfit, biting the inside of his cheek to suppress a moan he wanted to let slip. “You don’t think I noticed your change in behavior? The flirting? The kisses? Rubbing my dick through my jeans during dinner?”

“I-I mean I-“

He continued his rant, not allowing you to speak. “At then you cast me off. I want to spend time with you but you run off with some fucking excuse. You would rather hang out with Minho and Newt than with me. You have kissed me, then pull away and leave me there, alone. You lead me on then run away before I can do anything. So please, tell me the truth. Do you actually like me, or is this some sick joke?”

You finally broke from the trance he put you in and returned his glare. You didn’t mean too, but you snapped. “Well it’s your fault Tommy! You’re the one that never gave me attention until I did this!”

He seemed taken aback by your outburst, stunned by what you told him. You could see the gears turning in his head, a smirk slowly forming on his features. “Oh? So that’s what you think, Y/N? I didn’t pay enough attention to you? Is that why you played hard to get?” You gulped, eyes wide, nodding your head at him. “Well, let me repay you now. You have my undivided attention.”

He pulled you into a sensual kiss, your eyes closing at the intense feeling he was giving you. His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging you close as his lips moved against yours. His head tilted to the side slightly, fully enveloping your lips with his, his tongue skimming across them slowly. Your moan was muffled, adjusting how you sat to be closer to Thomas.

His tongue skillfully bypassed your lips into your mouth, massaging your tongue thoroughly. More moans escapes, getting lost in the intensity of the kiss.

Amidst all the kissing, Thomas slipped his hand down your chest, kneading your breasts through your tank top. Even through the fabric, he could tell they were soft and that your nipples were already hard. You pressed your body closer to his again, your hand finding his to help him rub harder.

He broke the kiss, a deep groan escaping his mouth. “God, you are beautiful. The creators were dumb when they sent you here because you are just too perfect to be here.” You buried your head into his neck, moaning and placing sweet kisses along it. “You’re gonna have to do something for me, ok princess?”

You shuddered at the nickname, arousal pooling in your abdomen already. The way he said it had you reeling, eager to feel his hands pleasing you. “Of course, Tommy. Just tell me what to do. Anything.” Your words came out in short breathes, but Thomas got what you were saying.

“You’re gonna have to stay quiet for me. The guys might hear you if you get too loud.” It was like déjà vu, thinking back to when you told him to be quiet in the deadheads. You weren’t sure if he did this on purpose or not, but you weren’t arguing.

You mumbled a quiet yes into his ear, his hand instantly traveling down your body and popping the button on your shorts. He pulled them down to your knees, spreading your legs to get a good view of your pussy. His eyes lingered, his tongue wetting his lips at the sight in front of him.

“Fuck me, princess. You are soaked. Is this what I do to you?” He slipped his fingers along your folds, gathering the sticky fluid on the tips. You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning, your head falling back against the wooden rails of the watch tower. “I’ll take that as a yes, considering you are still spilling more for me. Now what do you want? Fingers? Or tongue?”

You whined at him, failing to process everything he was saying. “T-Tongue.” He grinned, pulling your shorts completely off your body. The air was beginning to get cold, sending a chill through your body as it drifted over your exposed pussy. Thomas saw you shiver, the grin widening.

“Let me warm you up, princess.” He dived between your legs, his tongue running along your folds. Your nails dug into the flooring, your head banging against the rail harder. He licked a few more times, pausing once or twice to probe your wet entrance with the tip before it finally burrowed its way inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” You let out, instantly covering your mouth. You knew someone would have heard you and you could only hope that no one would actually make their way up to check on you. Thomas gave you a leer, silently telling you to keep it down. Returning to his task, his tongue found its way back into your pussy, caressing your inner walls.

“Hey Y/N!” You heard Newt holler, mumbling a quick ‘fuck’ at his voice. “Are you ok up there? We heard you shout from the kitchen and wanted to make sure you were ok.”

Thomas didn’t stop. On the contrary, his licking sped up, thrusting his tongue deep inside you. You could barely breath properly, so you weren’t sure how answering Newt was going to go. You struggled to open your mouth, afraid that more moans would slip out with the increase in speed. Your body was hot, the knot in your stomach pulled tight, making it hard to find the right words for Newt.

The words barely left your mouth in one piece. “Y-Yeah I’m fine! Just a splinter! Don’t worry about it!”

You threaded your fingers in Thomas’s hair, tugging at it when tongue brushed against a sensitive spot inside your pussy. You huffed, clenching your eyes shut tightly in an attempt to concentrate on not making noise.

“Oh, alright. Don’t stay up there too long! It’s getting late!” You faintly heard Newt’s uneven footsteps fading underneath you, signaling he had walked away.

“Shit, Tommy. You’re going to get us caught.” He pulled his tongue from inside you, licking his lips clean of your juices as he caught you eye. “Don’t give me that look. You’re the one with the magic tongue.”

He laughed, abruptly plunging two fingers inside you. You got lucky to cover your mouth, a loud scream caught by your fingers. “Magic tongue, eh? What about these fingers? What do you think these fingers can do to you? Can they make you cum?”

You nodded hastily at him, whimpering while he started thrusting his fingers slowly. The movements were gentle, brushing against your walls and g-spot and occasionally scissoring your entrance and licking his tongue along the opening. The heat was building inside you again, but you were already growing tired of his slow pace.

“Please, Tommy. Go faster.”

“Whatever you say, princess.” You could tell without looking that he was smirking, his fingers pumping faster. The tips prodded your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure and desire through your body. You panted his name, tugging furiously at his hair, silently demanding more stimulation.

He understood your plea, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking and licking at it in tandem with his pumping. He could feel your body shaking with pleasure and your walls convulsing around his fingers, signaling that you were approaching your peak.

His tongue swirled around your sensitive nub, tugging at it with his teeth. His fingers circled inside your pussy, trying to reach every inch he could within your tightened walls. The knot in your stomach was twisting with his combined actions, short breaths and whines muffled by your hand.

With one final suck of your clit, you felt the knot unravel inside you. Your head fell back against the railing, black spots clouding your eyesight. Your grip on his hair was taut and your toes curled in your shoes. Your juices flowed out in streams, coating his fingers, soaking into his skin. Your walls clenched around him, his name rolling off your tongue happily. He carefully pumped his fingers, riding out your orgasm with you.

When your body finally relaxed, he pulled out, sucking his fingers clean. You watched while he did, your chest heaving. He helped you put back on your shorts, kissing you tenderly on the lips. You felt the spark as they came in contact, and the tingle that remained when he pulled away. Your body was still hot, and you knew you weren’t finished.

“Tommy.” He locked eyes with you, trying to read your expression. “Meet me in my room in fifteen minutes.”

His mouth fell open, watching you crawl towards the ladder. He blinked once, afraid he was overthinking it. “Why? Are we…?”

You giggled at him. “Yes. I’m not done with you yet.” With that, you descended the ladder, being extra careful because of your shaky, post-orgasm limbs. You had to hurry off to your room and get ready.

You threw your dirty clothes into a corner, trying to clean up before Thomas arrived. You had changed into just a baggy shirt, discarding your bra and ruined panties with the rest of your clothes. The shirt came to the middle of your thighs, so you couldn’t see anything underneath without looking.

You were growing anxious with each passing second. You couldn’t believe you were actually going to do this with him. You still weren’t sure if he cared for you the same way you did, but you were willing to risk it at this point.

From how he talked, it appeared that he had noticed you before the start of the week. Maybe he was just shy about approaching you like you were with him. You kept your fingers crossed that that was the case.

You paced the room, time going slower than you wished. Your body ached for him. You weren’t sure how much longer you could wait for him. You occasionally glanced at the door, hoping that he would walk through it any second. When it remained shut, your hopes dwindled more and more.

You collapsed on your bed, pouting at the ceiling. You rubbed your thighs together, your mind wandering to Thomas like always. You recalled your activities on the tower, the feels that his fingers and tongue provided. Arousal pooled between your legs, starting to drip down your legs.

Pulling up the hem of the shirt, your fingers ran over your slit, feeling how wet you were just at the thought of him. You were already impatient, so why not please yourself in the meantime? The tips traced over your clit, a small gasp sneaking out with the rush of pleasure. You moved your fingers further down, prodding at your dripping pussy. You dipped them inside, soft moans flying from your lips.

You imagined it was Thomas fingering you again, picturing his dark eyes staring into yours as he teased you with sexy noises. You pictured the muscles in his arm and the way they would flex while he did anything, especially while he was fingering you. You thought back to the deadheads, and how big his cock was. You could only fantasize about what the rest of his body looked like under his clothes. Thomas was the only thing floating around your mind while you let pleasure run through your body.

“Damn, princess. Couldn’t wait for me, eh? As much as I love watching you, you should let me help.”

Your eyes snapped open at the sound, rolling off the bed in haste. Thomas stood there, leaning against your door, arms crossed over his chest. A smirk was present on his face, the lust raging in his orbs. You could see the outline of his cock in his pants, hard already for you.

“Tommy,” you whined, relaxing on the floor where you fell. “You scared the shit out of me.” You paused, taking a moment to think. “How long have you been here exactly?”

Thomas walked over, picking you up bridal style from the ground and fixing you atop your bed. “Oh you know. Just like…” He glanced at the watch on his wrist. “8 minutes?”

“WHAT?!” You screamed, covering you mouth when he cast you a stern look. “Sorry. 8 minutes Tommy? You watched me finger myself that entire time?”

Thomas sat down next to you, pulling his shirt over his head. “Yup. I have to say, princess. That was incredibly sexy to watch. But like I said before, you should let me help.”

He dropped his shirt on the floor, your eyes transfixed on his toned upper body. His perfect pecs, his six pack abs, his bulging biceps. You even saw the happy trail that disappeared into his jeans to the giant cock you wanted so desperately. You were nearly drooling at the sight of him.

He picked you up from the bed, placing you on his lap. His cock pressed against your wet cunt, letting you feel how rock hard he was and how he was throbbing for you. You shifted your weight, grinding against him and pressing into him more.

You both let out moans at the feeling. He pulled you into a messy kiss, sloppier than any of the precious ones. Thomas pressed his against yours intensely, your tongues rubbing against each other. He was tugging at the bottom of your shirt, running his fingers along your waist as he did. Pulling from the kiss, you ripped the shirt over your head, dropping it behind you without reserve.

He stood from the bed with you still in his arms, turning to drop you on it. He admired your body from where he stood, adjusting the front of his pants. “Fuck princess. You’re perfect. There are so many things I could do to you. But you know, I think you have some explaining to do first. Why were you fingering yourself before I got here?”

You blinked, a faint blush spreading across your cheeks. You swallowed, trying to remain confident in front of him. “Well, you were taking too long to get here. What do you want me to do, apologize?”

You watched him remove the belt he was wearing today, a mischievous look on his face. “Maybe I do. I should be the only one pleasing you. I am sorry I took longer to get here. I got stopped by Newt and Minho. But that’s no excuse for you. Because you know I should be the one fucking you to the point it is hard to work tomorrow.”

Your body shook with delight, the ache between your legs amplified. “Well, excuse me daddy.”

He groaned, shuffling closer to your side. “Why do you have to say and do the sexiest things? You just made me harder. I didn’t even know that was possible.” He hovered over you, pulling both your wrists into his veiny hands. “This is punishment for not waiting for me. Now, be good for daddy.”

He tied your wrists together with his belt, tightening it so you couldn’t shake them loose. Your body was hot, getting turned on by the idea of calling him daddy. You said it as a joke, but he liked it. You licked your lips, Thomas moving your arms above your head. “Daddy, are you gonna fuck me now?”

He groaned, kicking off his pants and boxers quickly. “Fuck. Yes. Oh my god yes.” You giggled at how eager he was, a pout forming on his face at your reaction. “It’s not nice to laugh at daddy, princess. Maybe I should teach you a lesson right now.”

He crawled on top of you, his pulsating cock pressing against your warm cunt. He kissed down your face, sucking your neck to leave bright purple bruises in along it. He trailed down between your breasts, leaving red marks along the way. “I think this will be your punishment for playing hard to get all week. Sound fair, princess?” You whined as a response, fidgeting underneath him. “Sounds like a deal then.”

Your breathing increasing feeling his breath fanning over your breasts, crazing his touch. “Please, daddy. Touch me.” He twitched at your words, his lips wrapping around your nipple in a moment’s notice. A small scream left your mouth, reveling in the pleasure that he gave you.

His tongue flicked over your nipple, rolling it around inside his mouth. His hand groped the other breast between his fingers, roughly fondling it. Your bound hands moved from over your head, sliding through Thomas’s dark, chocolate hair. Your moans bounced off the walls, your body shaking in delight.

He would alternate between breasts, repeating his actions on the other breast. One planted firmly in his hand, receiving squeezes and tugs of the nipples from his fingers. The other was littered in red marks from his kisses before the nipple was between his lips, his tongue toying with the bug and his teeth tugging at it occasionally. The simultaneous action sent your body into overdrive, eagerness eating away at your insides.

You felt the growing discomfort between your legs calling out for him, your legs wrapping around his waist. He groaned against your breast, feeling the wet warmth spreading over the length of his cock. Both of you were throbbing, need and desire your top priority.

“Daddy, I need you.”

He pulled from your nipple with an audible pop, moving up to smother your face in wet kisses. He stopped above your lips, brushing them slightly as he talked. “What do you want, princess?”

You blushed, feeling kind of self-conscious about the answer. “You. Inside of me.”

He nodded, carefully adjusting his cock to press at your opening. He looked at you, his eyes reading the worried expression that was present. “I will be careful. It’s going to hurt. Just let me know when you are ready and I will continue.”

You nodded, Thomas slowly pushing inside of you. To say it hurt would be an understatement. Stray tears slid down your cheeks, Thomas wiping them away. He peppered kisses everywhere on your face, whispering soothing words in your ear.

The pain began to ease, your walls clenching around his cock. It was different than his fingers, but it felt good. You bucked your hips into his, signaling to him that you were ready for him to move.

He rolled his hips into yours, slowly beginning to thrust inside of you. The feeling of his cock pushing against your walls sent chills through your body, shivering under his touch. Your quiet moans filled his ears, causing him to moan in response.

“Can I go faster, princess?” Thomas asked, placing a kiss to your lips.

You nodded at him, feeling his hips snap against yours promptly. He wasted no time digging you into the bed with hard, rapid thrusts. His head buried deep into your neck, biting at your soft skin. Your body jerked with each thrust, your moans getting louder each time.

Kissing the bite mark he left, he leaned back on his knees, pulling your thighs up around his waist tighter. His cock would pull out, the tip left inside slightly, before he slammed back in every time. Each of these thrusts were deep, his cock being buried inside your cunt.

You struggled to grip something, your hands still bound by the belt. “Tommy. Can you please undo this?”

He shook his head, continuing his restless pounding. “No way, babe. Not yet. You’re mine. Let me have my way with you.”

You whimpered when you felt his cock rub your g-spot, every snap of his hips causing him to rub against it furiously. His speed was ungodly, his fingers pressing hard into your thighs. He held your legs closer, hitting the deepest reaches of your pussy.

He slowed his movements so he could lift one of your legs over his shoulder. He resumed his assault on your cunt, pounding away at it mercilessly. The new angle allowed him to hit different parts of your pussy, ultimately causing your body to spasm under him.

“Fuck, baby,” He mumbled, feeling your walls clinging to his cock. “You’re so tight. It feels so good.” He pulled out of you, ignoring your whine from the emptiness, and flipped you over, your ass sticking proudly in the air. “Let’s see how tight you are from back here.”

A loud slap broke the air, his hand meeting your skin. You mewled at the contact, your ass stinging from the smack. He grinned, slipping his cock inside you quickly before smacking it again.

“You like that, baby? You like when I smack your ass?” You mewled every time he smacked it, your hands attempting to grip at the blanket you were on. “You love it. My, my. Such a dirty girl.”

His cock pulled from you, slamming its way back in repeatedly. The sound of slapping skin pierced your ears, your moans being drowned by the repeated thrusts and wet clapping of skin on skin. He leaned over your back, his hand twisting in your hair. He would tug it harshly, causing your back to arch under him. There was something about it that was oddly stimulating. Every action drove you closer to your orgasm, your body quivering.

“Tommy. Please let me go. I want to be on top of you. Can I please you just this once before you cum, daddy?” You whined, biting at your pillow. It was hard to get the words out, but once you did, Thomas faltered in his thrusts, slowly ceasing his endless attack.

He pulled from you once more, flipping you over and removing the belt from your wrists. You rubbed them carefully, seeing the red marks that had formed from struggling. You slipped out from under him, pushing him back onto the bed. His cock stood upright in all its glory, slick from your juices. You took a deep breath, straddling him, his cock slipping into your pussy easily.

He let out a moan, his hands gripping your waist carefully. You pressed yourself close to him, your breasts pushed against his chest. You placed your lips on him, feeling him twitch inside you as a response. You kissed along his jaw to his neck, leaving a purple mark just as he had done to you.

Sitting back up, you hands rested on his chest, your eyes locking with his. Your nails dug into his chest, supporting yourself as your rolled your hips into his, feeling the length of his cock entered and exiting your sex. He mumbled incoherent words, guiding your movements with a delicate touch. He allowed you to move yourself, helping only to lead you along his length.

You propped up on the balls of your feet, your nails raking down his chest once you starting bouncing on his cock. His moans got louder and more frequent, his cock pulsing inside you. “Damn, Y/N. Keep going. I want to cum from this. Once I am there, you need to get off. Got it?”

You nodded, barely processing his words. He grinned, jerking his hips to meet yours. The contact left you screaming his name, the combination of his cock thrusting up into you and your pussy closing around him as you bounced was becoming too much, your body shaking regularly and your nails digging deeper into Thomas’s skin, drawing small bits of blood.

One of his hands let go of your waist, finding your clit and rubbing his furiously. Pure bliss fell upon you, quickly becoming undone on top of him. Your bouncing slowed, halting entirely when your walls completely closed around him, making it hard to continue his own thrusts up. Your juices splattered your walls, coating his cock. Your toes curled into the blankets, your legs barely keeping you upright. Your eyes rolled back at the intensity of your orgasm, your entire body shuttering from the impact. Your back arched, your pussy pressing down on him.

Thomas groaned, feeling the increased moisture of your inner walls. A layer of your juices covered his cock, allowing his dick to slip inside of you easily. The tight walls of your pussy clenched around him, pressing at the pulsing, throbbing veins along his length.

Your body calmed from your orgasm, finally becoming aware of how sloppy Thomas’s thrusts had become. You knew he was getting close. His chest muscles flexed under your fingers, red marks lining his fair skin. His face was tight, concentrating on the orgasm that was fast approaching. It was now or never, you pulling off his cock before he could say anything. His hand reacted quickly, his fingers closing around his cock, fisting it rapidly. You fondled his balls, gently massaging them between your fingers.

“Holy fuck, Y/N.” He nearly screamed, the white strings of his seed spurting from the tip, covering his chest and stomach in white globs. His body quivered, shaking every time another string would shoot out of him.

The final bits dribbled into the curly hairs on his crotch, the only noise in the room being your synced pants. You grabbed a towel that was hanging at the end of your bed, helping to clean you both up. You dropped it on the side of your bed, collapsing onto Thomas’s chest.

“That,” he exhaled a loud breath, a smile on his face, “was beyond amazing. Who knew you were so crazy in bed.” You stayed silent, fear that he only cared about the sex consuming your thoughts. He noticed your silence, running his fingers through your hair. “Babe?”

“Do you like me, Thomas?” You asked without thinking, regretting it instantly. His eyebrows knit together, confused. “Never mind. Don’t answer that. That was stupid.”

“Of course I like you. I thought I made that obvious already.” He stated.

“No. Not just like. Like-like. Like the…you would want to date me kind of like.”

He chuckled. “My answer is still the same. I thought I was obvious when I was flirting with you all week.”

You pouted, burying your face in his chest. “But that could have just been because I gave you that blowjob last week.”

Thomas sighed, tilting your head up to look at him. “Y/N. Let me tell you this then. I have liked you since the moment I came up in that box. I thought you didn’t know I existed though. I was afraid to approach you and making a fool of myself, so I always avoided talking to you, even when I did come in contact eith you. When you changed your look, it caught me off guard that you would do that. But it made me want to approach you, hoping it was, in some way, for me.”

You gaped at him, your mouth dry. “Tommy, everything I did was for you. I always thought you didn’t know I existed. So, Newt told me to get you to notice me, play hard to get to show I wasn’t easy and get you wanting more. I was always afraid it was too much or that you would get this far and cast me aside.”

He pulled you up, nuzzling his nose with yours. “I could never cast you aside. Because I love you too much to do that.”

Your face lit up, a sweet kiss placed to his lips. “I love you too Tommy.”

He smiled back, pulling you into a tight hug. “Good. Now we can tell all of the guys you are mine and they can stop eye fucking you from across the glade.”

You giggled, remembering how Newt said you eye fucked Thomas. “Well, we can just eye fuck each other then.” You snuggled into his chest, your eyes drooping as your listened to his heartbeat.

“Sounds like a deal, babe. Now, get some sleep.” He kissed your forehead before you both fell into a dreamless sleep.

You struggled to get out of bed due to a combination of a sore body and lack of sleep. You didn’t sleep much, having woken up twice throughout the night and fucking him once again.

You awoke once when he was kissing your forehead, tilting your head to kiss him on his lips. Simple kisses turned frisky to the point that his cock was buried into you pussy from behind while you laid on your side, one of his hands holding your leg up while he pounded away at you. Your moans were louder than ever, your orgasm more intense.

The second time, you were woken up by his fingers pressed to your clit, rubbing circles on in until you came, Thomas slipping down to clean you up with his tongue. You repaid him by wrapping your tits around his cock, licking over the tip as he thrust himself in your cleavage. You swallowed every drop of his cum that landed on your tongue, the rest dripping down your face and tits.

Your body ached, but you had to fight it because you had work to do. You walked with Thomas to the doors, seeing him off on his run. He gave you a chaste kiss to your lips, you both murmuring ‘I love you’ to each other.

Thomas took off into the maze with Minho, who had fake gagged at your romantic notions. You limped towards the gardens, Newt already working on harvesting some vegetables. He locked on your form, glancing over it.

“You’re glowing today.” You cocked your head at him. “You look different. You seem…brighter I guess. Must be because you got laid last night.” You tripped over a rock in shock, stumbling at his words.

“H-how did you know?”

Newt laughed, helping you stand up straight and handing you a shovel. “I know all, Y/N. Plus, I’m not dumb. I saw Tommy’s feet dangling over the side of the watch tower last night. You both have hickeys all over your necks. You can barely walk straight.” You blushed, covering your face with your hands. “It’s fine. Just be safe.”

You groaned. “Thanks Newt.”

Newt pat your back, enjoying you being flustered. “Good thing you took my advice. Now, never play hard to get again. You suck at it honestly.”

You smacked his side. “You suck.” You grinned at him, ignoring his glare. “But, trust me when I say this. It won’t happen again. I have my man, and he’s not leaving anytime soon.”

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