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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝟓 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 | 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 (𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩) 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your boyfriend finds an empty closet at work, and he convinces you to play a game of 7 (or 5) minutes in heaven. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tom grant (make up, 2019) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (minors dni, handjob, oral m&f!receiving, hair pulling) 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: tom is such a cutie golden retriever boyfriend, also this is kinda short so sorry but eek it's tommy

“C’mere!” Tom exclaimed, grabbing your hand. He was smiling, his dark eyes wide, and you knew that he had mischief on his mind. Your boyfriend didn’t often have much else on his mind, usually work and you, and you knew that you would be contributing to his madness if you went with him.

“What?” you asked. “What is it?”

“I found something,” Tom told you, and you huffed when he didn’t elaborate.

“Okay,” you started slowly. “Found what?”

“I’ll show you,” he said. “Just, c’mon!”

You rolled your eyes, but you allowed Tom to tug you away from your place of sorting through silverware. Truly, the work was dull and you would take any excuse to leave it, so you didn’t really mind that much that Tom was pulling you away from it. You followed him, hand in his, through the halls of the building, until you reached a darkened corridor, the fluorescent light buzzing softly when Tom flipped the switch on the wall.

“Look at this,” Tom said, pulling you down the hall until you reached a door that was set ajar. When you peeked inside, you saw the emptiness, the shelves on the wall dusty with disuse. “Ain’t it wicked?”

“Yeah,” you said slowly. “Cool, Tommy, an empty closet. How neat.”

“Oh, whatever,” Tom scoffed. “But nobody else is around. I don’t think anyone knows this hallway exists… How about a little seven minutes in heaven?” His eyes were big and hopeful as he asked, and you gave him a tight-lipped smile as you realized that you had been right: Tom was planning some mischief.

“Oh, babe,” you said softly. Tom wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close into his body, and he pressed a kiss into your neck. He always knew exactly what to do to make you unravel, and neck kisses were one of them. With the amount of time that Tom spent buried in your neck, you almost assumed that he was some sort of vampire, on his way to turn you. “I was supposed to finish silverware, and then I have to meet Jade at the cabins in, like, 10 minutes.”

“I’ll make it quick,” Tom offered, his voice lilting.

“It takes me five minutes to even get to the cabins,” you giggled. Tom pressed his lips to the most sensitive part of your neck, and you felt your knees go weak. Thank God Tom was holding you, or you might have fallen to the floor. “Tommy!”

“Okay, so like…” Tom began. “Five minutes in heaven.”

“Tom,” you sighed, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You threaded your fingers through his wheat-colored curls, pulling just enough to make him grin against your neck. “Fine. Just five minutes, though.”

“I’ll make it worth your time,” Tom said, and he tugged you into the closet and quickly shut the door. You could hardly see anything, the dim light peeking from under the door doing little to illuminate the space, but you could feel Tom’s strong presence just inches from you. Tom didn’t seem to need the light, though, hands expertly landing on your waist as he tugged you close to him. His chest touched yours, his knee working between your thighs, and he found your lips.

His kiss was hungry, open lips and dominating tongue, and you moaned softly as you felt his erection through his shorts already. “Oh,” you hummed, breaking the kiss with a soft sound, and you said, “Already excited, huh?”

“Shut up,” Tom mumbled. “I always get hard when I’m kissing you.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” you told him, and your hand drifted downwards until it reached his belt. You quickly unbuckled it as he started to kiss your neck, his teeth catching your delicate skin, and you hissed at the slight pain. “Ow, Tommy.”

“Sorry, love,” Tom chuckled, but you knew that he by no means felt bad about it. “I can’t help it.”

“Bullshit,” you smiled, and you moved your head to capture his lips again in a hungry kiss. You were sure that you were already at the end of your time, but fuck it; Jade could wait.

Your hand pushed into Tom’s pants as his tongue dominated your mouth again, and your hand closed around his cock, already hard and burning hot in your grip. Slowly, you began to stroke him, twisting your hand as you met the base of his cock, and Tom moaned softly into your mouth. “Fuck, love,” he whispered. “You’re gonna make me cum in me pants.”

“That’s the idea,” you giggled, and your thumb swiped the head of his cock, collecting up the little bit of precum that had leaked out. Tom made a pitiful little noise into your mouth, and you laughed again. “Oh, Tommy, don’t tell me you’re gonna cum so soon.”

“Only because I know you have to get to work,” Tom said with an airy laugh. “M’doing you a favor, aren’t I?”

“If anyone fucking catches us…” you started, and Tom smiled widely.

“What would you do, love?” Tom asked, and you quickly kneeled down to the floor, your mouth watering at the thought of his cock in your mouth. “I think you’d keep your mouth on my cock, wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe,” you grinned, and you were quick to pull his cock from his trousers. The dim light didn’t offer much of a sight, but his cock burned hot in your hand, and you instantly wrapped your lips around the spongy, uncut head of his cock.

His moan caught in his throat as he reached down and grabbed at your ponytail, and you took him deeper, reveling in the hot weight of him on your tongue. There was something about Tom’s cock that made you quiver and writhe, and you reached down to your own pants and undid them, and you shoved your hand down into your panties.

“What’re you doin’?” Tom asked, tugging your ponytail. He pulled you off of his cock and you gasped, and you licked up the sticky string of precum and spit that latched onto your lips. “Are you touchin’ yourself?”

“Yeah,” you told him. “Is that so bad?”

“No,” Tom said, and he released your hair. In an instant, you were back on him, swallowing him down and feeling his heat on your tongue. “It’s cute.”

You greedily sucked him off, running your tongue all over his cock, the ridges and veins of him. He leaked onto your tongue, and he was gentle as he took your hair in his hand again, this time urging more of himself into your mouth.

Your own fingers danced at your clit as your nose buried in the wiry hairs at the base of his cock, and you chanced a look upwards to see any hint of your Tommy. The dim light didn’t allow much, but you could see, with the light coming from under the door, that Tom was looking down at you, and you imagined his dark eyes wide as you took him fully into your mouth.

“Jesus,” Tom breathed, and his grip became tighter on your ponytail. “Fuck, baby.”

Your fingers touched your clit and your hips jerked forward with the shock of the pleasure, and you could almost see Tom’s smile in the darkness. “You’re something else,” he muttered.

You fell off of his cock, letting it hit your bottom lip as you gasped for air, but you were quick to kiss at him, taking his cock in your free hand and jerking him off quickly as your mouth went to his balls, gently sucking them between your lips.

That really seemed to affect him, his cock twitching in your hand as you rubbed him, and Tom took in a quick gasp. “Fuck!” he said through gritted teeth, and you squeezed your hand gently around his cock as he smoothed his hand down the back of your head. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“I sure hope not,” you told him, licking at his balls, earning you another hissed breath. The sound went right to your clit, and you felt your heartbeat in your cunt as you continued to play with it. “How would I suck you off, then?”

“Shut up,” Tom said with a light chuckle, and his hand came to grip his cock. He jerked himself quickly, biting his lip to stifle his moans, and your mouth left his balls to suckle on the head of his cock. “Oh, fuck… M’gonna cum.”

“Already?” you giggled, kitten-licking the weeping tip of his cock, and Tom grunted, deep in his chest. “That’s so quick, Tommy.”

“Alright, don’t take the piss,” Tom chuckled, but you could tell that he was too close to his release to really think straight. “Gonna finish me off or not?”

“I’m considering it,” you smiled, and Tom rolled his eyes. “Will you help me when you’re done?”

“I’ve been dying to get my mouth on your cunt,” Tom told you. “You finish me off, and I’ll get on my knees for you.”

“Sounds perfect,” you told him, and you took him back into your mouth, your tongue playing with his slit as he grunted above you. He tasted delicious and your hand went quicker on your clit, trying to get any form of pleasure, but it felt useless. Only Tommy could please you the way you needed.

You swallowed him down deep, feeling Tom’s cock brush at the back of your throat, and you gasped around him as his hand found the back of your head. He began to shallowly fuck your mouth, making sure you could take it before he did too much, and you grabbed at his hip and held him steady as his rhythm started up.

It wasn’t long before Tom was grabbing your hair tightly, tighter than before, and he was tugging himself out of your mouth. “Gonna fuckin’...” he mumbled through a bitten lip, and he only had to stroke his cock a few times before he was cumming on your face. It hit your cheeks and mouth, and you wiggled around happily as Tom’s breathing heaved as he came.

Finally, his cock had given you all he had, and you could hear his ragged breathing in the darkness of the room. “Here,” he whispered, and his hand lightly touched your arm as he helped you stand up. For a moment, he froze, as if struggling to think properly, and he finally whipped his shirt up and over his head. “Clean up, I can go home and get a new shirt.”

“Thanks,” you whispered, giggling lightly, and you mopped at your dirty face with the corner of his shirt. As you cleaned yourself up, Tom moved himself to the floor in front of you, working quickly to unbuckle your belt and pull down your pants. He didn’t hesitate to kiss at your cunt, his hands grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him roughly, and Tom finally sent a broad lick up your already-throbbing cunt.

You cried out and grabbed his curls as the tip of his tongue focused on your clit, flicking it and playing with it so gently, too gently for your liking. “Tommy!” you gasped, and one of his hands came around to your front to spread your lips and give him full access to your leaking cunt.

“God, you’re so close already, aren’t you?” Tom chuckled, and he carefully sucked at your clit. “Getting off on blowing me, my dirty girl.”

“Shut up,” you gasped, and your eyes instinctually fell onto your watch, lit up in the darkness. “Jesus, I should’ve been there already.”

Tom wasn’t nice about the way he licked at your pussy then, working hard and quick to get you off. You could still manage to see his big brown eyes looking up at you in the dark, and you tugged on his curls and whimpered. “Tommy,” you whined, and your boyfriend smiled against your cunt.

“Yeah?” he asked. “You gonna cum?”

“Yes!” you cried, and your hips jerked towards his mouth, almost as if you were fucking his face. His hand on your ass was tight, fingernails digging in, and you fucked his mouth again. Tom seemed happy letting you do that, and he smiled into your cunt.

Tom’s warm breath was intoxicating as it hit your sticky cunt, and your legs shook as you gripped his hair, trying to stay upright. You could feel his smile as he licked you and swallowed every bit of arousal you gave him, and Tom dug his fingernails into the meat of your thigh as your shaking got worse and heat rose in your belly.

“Tommy…” you managed to whimper, and a well-time nip to your sensitive clit made your breath catch in your throat. “Tommy, m’gonna cum.”

Your boyfriend didn’t react, only continuing his pursuit to make you finish. Nothing you did could appease his hunger, tugging on his hair or fucking his mouth, it only urged him on more to lick and nip and suck at you. He was moaning softly into you, and every vibration only made to tighten the knot inside you. “Do it, love,” Tom whispered, and you bit your lip to hide your moans. If someone caught you and him now, you would never recover from the embarrassment.

It didn’t take much longer for Tom to draw you to your end, working his mouth and lips expertly. You tugged on his curls as your legs went weak, and Tom held you up as you finished and whined and whimpered. Your breath came in short gasps as you looked down at Tommy, and his cheeky grin returned as he licked his lips.

“Fuck, Tommy,” you giggled, and you grabbed his arm to help him stand up. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” Tom chuckled, and he took his shirt back from your hand. “Next time you see me, my shirt won’t be covered in jizz.”

“Whatever you say,” you replied. You leaned in and kissed him again as he pulled his shirt back down his torso, and you tangled your fingers in his necklace as his hands touched your waist. He helped tug your pants back up, rubbing your hip as you did up your belt, and he put a sweet kiss on your cheek. “I’ll see you later, alright?”

“Alright,” Tom echoed, and you opened the door to see him in better light. His cheeks were flushed pink, his puffy lips all cute and red, and you smiled at him.

“Jade’s gonna kill me,” you muttered softly, checking your watch again. It was only twenty minutes past when you were supposed to meet her, and you knew that you could get off clean by saying you lost track of time with the silverware, and Tom kissed you again, almost like he was distracting you. “So much for five minutes, eh?”

“She’ll be fine,” Tom said with a roll of his eyes. “Hey, I’ll have dinner ready when you get home, how about that?”

You grinned at him, and you kissed him again, tangling your fingers in his dirty blond curls. “Sounds perfect, my love.”

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josephandjamie · 2 years

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JOSEPH QUINN AS TOM Make Up (2019) | dir. Claire Oakley

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littlelioncub43 · 10 months

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imagine going out for date night with tom grant… but he cant wait until he gets you home, so he pulls the car over to fill you up. better sit still on the way back so you don't spill any of his dessert.

Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnng 😩

He a horny little slut.

"C'mere, love," Tom whispers hotly against your kiss-swollen lips, his hands already tugging you across the center console and into his lap.

"What're you up to, Tommy?" You chuckle and crawl over the console. The small car was awkward and cramped, making you both snort in a fit of lustful giggles as you fought with the strap of Tom's seatbelt.

"Just want my girl, that a crime?" He mumbles as you finally settle into place, his lips attacking yours once more before you can tell him that public indecency was, in fact, a crime. The thought quickly leaves you when you feel his hands massage the flesh of your thighs under your dress, but he's pulling back just as fast as he was on you. "Wait, hang on..."

"Oop!" You exclaim in surprise when he, with some struggle, fully reclines the driver's seat with a triumphant grin, the moonlight from the sky dimly illuminating his (quite unfairly) gorgeous face. You giggle at him, loving the way amusement and love seem to pour out of his big brown eyes.

"There, we go, much better," he groans as he lays nearly horizontal, his hands pulling you down to him, "now, c'mere."

The kiss is a mix of tongue and teeth, smiles and moans, a desperate bid to completely devour each other as gently as humanly possible. The throbbing between your legs grows nearly unbearable each time Tom groans, the deep, throaty sounds that vibrate against your ribcage sends shivers up your spine.

Rolling your hips was second nature, the hardness at the front of Tom's "date night jeans" was too enticing to ignore for too long. The relief you feel from the seam of his trousers pulls a thin moan from you, the sound immediately swallowed by Tom.

"Fuck, don't you sound pretty," he mutters through heaving breaths, lifting his hips to match your pace, his mouth now leaving a trail of sloppy kisses and lovebites along the slope of your neckwhile his hands grope your flesh greedily.

"Tommy," you moan into the dark car and grind into him harder, your hands threading through his hair to massage his scalp the way he likes, the way that makes him needy.

"F-Fuck me, darling, h-haa," he moans when your fingers grip his hair at the nape of his neck in a firm hold. "Need you," he whispers into the skin of your neck, "gonna let me have you, darling? Hm? Please?"

The gentle begging really does it for you, Tom knows it. He loves the way you squirm when he asks for your permission to fuck you, the way your thighs tighten around his waist to try relieve the pressure between them; plus he just loves asking. Consent is sexy.

"Yeah, Tommy, you can have me," you agree almost instantly. Tom groans happily and gives your lips a loving kiss. Absolutely filthy, but still loving.

"Thank you, lovie, thank you," he pants as he works on unbuckling his trousers, his hands undoing the buttons of his jeans as fast as he can. A pleased sigh floats from his lips when his cock is released from the confines of his boxers. You barely get a glimpse of it before he's pulling you closer and draping the fabric of your dress out of his way.

"O-Oh, fuck," you moan when his fingers slide the gusset of your soaked panties to the side, the rough pads of his index and middle finger glide through the wetness that pours from your cunt. The pleasure builds steadily as he caresses you, eyes sliding shut, overcome by the steady waves of euphoria that roll upon you.

"God, you're so wet," Tom muses to himself, his fingers petting the soft, wet petals of your pussy until he dips them into you. His eyes stay fixed on your face, watching in rapture as you bask in the pleasure he gives you. The stretch of his fingers sends your hips into motion, each pump of his thick fingers has you grinding into them. You can hear the moans and praises Tom grunts as you ride his fingers.

"T-Tommy," you whine when his fingers aren't enough, "need more, baby, please."

That's enough for him.

He withdraws his fingers and wastes no time lining himself up with your throbbing entrance. With a harsh grip on your hips, Tom carefully guides you on to him. You listen through the pounding of your heart to the breathy gasps and moans that Tom releases. You both share a satisfied moan when you rest flush on top of him.

"Holy fuck!" Tom cries through gritted teeth as your grip on his hair tightens, the sting at his scalp adding to his pleasure. The soft, tight, heat of you was burning him alive, he was already throbbing uncontrollably inside you. You weren't faring any better than Tom was, the stretch of him was always delicious, leavjng you clawing the muscular shoulder beneath your free hand, the fullness of his length seated completely inside you made you light in the head.

The windows of the car have sufficiently fogged up, the darkness of the secluded street now clouded over from the heat of your bodies. Heavy breaths and fluttering whines fill the small space, Tom waiting patiently until you give him the go-ahead. The gentle rocking of your hips is all the confirmation he needs.

"N-No, no, don't," he says and grips your thighs to keep you from moving. Instead he spreads his legs as much as he can in the small car, finding his footing to drive up into you. His pace is slow, letting you get accustomed to him as best he can before his resolve completely breaks. He only lasts a few more thrusts before he's whimpering with you.

"Tommy! Fuck, feels good," you babble as you kiss the sweaty skin of his jaw. The moment you sink your teeth into the sweet spot below his neck, he was a goner.

"A-Ah, fuck!" He whimpers as his hips falter before speeding up, the car rocking with his now heavy thrusts. Those sturdy arms you love wind around your waist to hold you down, giving him better leverage to fuck you.

"Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Tom!" You cry out as he pounds into you, filthy sclickschlickschlick sounds harmonize your cries.

"M'close, lovie," Tom warns in a strained voice, his face flushed red from exertion. "Rub your clit, baby, rub your clit for me!"

He was desperate, you can tell by the sound of his voice alone, but the throbbing of his dick and the faltering of his rhythm were clear indicators of his rapidly approaching end. Your fingers felt nowhere near as good as his does, but they get the trick done. The added pleasure of your fingers playing with your clit has you fluttering around him, each spasm drawing a whimper from your boyfriend. The pleasure mounting in your core was building more and more, until you couldn't take it anymore.

"F-Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" You exclaim when your high finally broke over you, your legs trembling around Tom's lap. The arch in your back grows, giving Tom the perfect view of your sweaty and gorgeous face, the furrow in your brows, the dazed look in your eyes, the way your mouth hung open wide to let out the most pornographic moan— that was his undoing.

"Jesus f-fucking— fffUUUUCK!" He groans loudly and throws his head back, his eyes rolling back as he finishes inside you. You moan at the hot feeling of his cum filling you, instinctively grinding down into him to help milk him dry. Fluttering whines leave your lover as he basks in the sensitivity, his blunt nails digging into the flesh of your ass.

"Ooooooh fuck," he sighs as you relax into him completely, the car now quiet save your heavy breathing. Lazy hands move across your body, tenderly soothing any aches from his frenzied grip. Loving kisses rain down on your head and shoulder, any place he can reach is given a delicate kiss. You can't help but giggle, he makes you too happy.

"You, ok, pretty girl?" He asks with a blissed out smile, mirroring your own.

"Never been better, Tommy."

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munsonxmayhem · 2 years

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I have this idea in my head about a Tom Grant story. It's been a few years since Ruth left and Tom has moved on with the reader. They are very happy and recently engaged then Ruth shows back up to get Tomback... the reader knows the history the story and knows the pain Tom went through. The reader get a little on edge and worried that Ruth is gonna try to get in the middle of her and Tom. Tom shows the reader he doesn't want Ruth he only wants her by making love to her the most passionate way they ever have before. Always maybe words bw Tom and Ruth since he's not happy she showed back up.

His past and His future.

Tom Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings; Angst, Fluff, Smut

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“It’s so pretty..” You whisper, holding your hand up and looking at the ring on your finger.

“Not as pretty as the one it’s on..” Tom coos, brushing your hair from your face and kissing you quickly.

“I love you..” You smile up at him, bringing your newly ringed hand up to his face.

“I love you, too.” His voice is full of love, staring at his beautiful fiancée.

He picks you up, suddenly. You squeal as he drops you onto his bed, giggling as he crawls over you. “God you’re so beautiful.. ‘M so lucky..” He places gentle kisses across your jaw and neck, hands roaming your sides.

Knock, knock, knock…

“Ugh.. that better not be Kai, I swear to god I’ll knock ‘im out.” Tom groans, standing from the bed and going to the door. You laugh at his comment, but the joy slowly fades as you hear a woman’s voice at the door.

“Can we just talk, please? I fucked up, I know that!” The woman exclaims, your heart beating in your chest.

There’s no way..

“Ruth, I’m serious. You need to leave.” You hear Tom, confirming your worries.

She’s back.

You stomp your way to the front of the trailer, staring down at the damned brown haired girl at the foot of the steps. She looks from Tom to you, obvious annoyance on her face.

“Who’s she?” Ruth sneers, clearly no friendship to be had there.

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “I’m his fiancée.”

Her eyes widen in shock, but quickly looks back at Tom. “Can we please just talk?”

Tom stays quiet, looking over to you. “Wait for me in our room, yeah?”

It’s your turn for wide-eyed stares. “What?”

You can see the pain evident on his face, his body tense.

You pull him back from the door, slamming the door in Ruth’s face.

“What are you doing?” You try not to raise your voice.

“I-I just.. I need an explanation, (Y/N). I never got one..” His eyes dart around nervously as he takes in your less-than-pleased demeanor.

“Then she can explain it right here.” You say, sternly.

“Don’t ya trust me?” He pleads.

“Of course I trust you! I just don’t trust her..” You gesture towards the door.

“So stay here.” He states, before opening the door and closing it behind him, leaving you in shock.

You watch as they walk towards the other side of the park, towards the beach.

You decide against doing as you’re told, needing to make sure she keeps her distance from Tom.

You quietly close the trailer door, keeping a good distance between you and them as they make their way down the path.

“Why’re you here, Ruth?” You hear Tom say, clearly frustrated.

“I fucked up. You didn’t deserve it, okay? You were so good to me, and.. and I should’ve realized that.” You hear plead in return. You scoff quietly, rolling your eyes.

Tom stays quiet, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

“I want you back, Tom.. And I know it’s not ideal timing with.. uh.. everything.. but I love you.” She refers to you.

Yeah, I’m the reason the timing isn’t ideal. You think to yourself.

“It’s been 2 years, Ruth! 2 fuckin’ years! Then you come back out of nowhere when I’m happily engaged, and expect me to just.. what? Crumble at your feet?” His voice is filled with anger and resentment.

She shakes her head, reaching her hand out to touch him. He jumps back, avoiding her touch.

“I just.. I love you. I don’t expect you to forgive me right away, but I mean.. with time? We were together for years, Tom..” She tries to reason, and you’ve had enough. Deciding that if he was willing to listen to this shit, that you didn’t need to.

You make your way back to the trailer, slamming the door behind you. You can’t help the tears that pool in your eyes, walking back to yours and Toms bed, they fall.

You curl up in the blankets, using the sleeves of his jumper you’re wearing to wipe the tears from your face. After a few minutes you hear the door open, closing soon after.

“(Y/N)?” You hear Tom call out, and you stay silent.

You hear him enter the room, and you hide your face in the article of clothing.

You feel the bed dip, and you feel him drag your legs over his lap. “Hey.. What’s wrong?”

You sigh, uncovering your face. “Do you want her?” Your voice breaks with sadness as you ask him, refusing to look in his direction.

“No, baby.. No. Of course not. I just needed an explanation.” He sounds sad, almost defeated.

“But why? It doesn’t change anything.. I know she hurt you, and I know she didn’t tell you why. But why did you go with her? I know she just wants you back..”

His brows furrow, rubbing the outside of your leg gently. “She does.”

You nod, “I know. I followed you.” You confess, turning your head to look at him.

“You did?” He sounds shocked, but not angry. You nod, “Yeah.. I heard her telling you that it’s not an ideal time but that she wants you. That she loves you..” You trail off, avoiding the tears that are stinging your eyes again.

“Yes, she wants me.” He states, and you look at him blankly.

“But I want you.” He coos, leaning back on the bed, propping himself on his elbow to look at you.

“You sure? You guys have quite the history..” You say quietly, fiddling with your sleeves.

“Yeah, we do but you and I have quite the future ahead of us.” He smiles widely, and you can’t help the small smile that forms on your face.

“You want me to yell it to the whole park? Tell them how much I love you? I’ll do it!” He laughs, standing up and walking towards the door. You laugh, scrambling to your feet and grabbing him as he swings the door open.

“Tom, stop it!” You scream laugh, pulling him back and closing the door. “Just.. just kiss me.” You speak softly, looking up at him.

He smiles, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss immediately gets more passionate as he backs you against the door. His body is pressed flush to yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. He detaches his lips from yours, moving them down to your neck and planting small kisses along it.

“I love you.. I love you… I love you..” He mumbles against your skin between each kiss. You giggle, pulling him back up to your face. “I love you.” He says once more, before placing his lips back to yours.

You sigh into the kiss, lifting a leg up on his hip and pulling him closer. He groans into the kiss, feeling himself getting hard against you. He presses against you harder, lifting both of your legs around his waist and picking you up. You laugh into the kiss as he carry’s you to the bedroom, dropping you down on the bed.

He stands up, yanking his shirt off of his body. Your eyes gaze down his perfectly toned body and his soft, freckle littered skin. He sees you gawking and leans down, grabbing the hem of your sweatpants and yanking them down your body. You meet him halfway and pull his jumper off your body, tossing it on the floor and leaving your breasts exposed.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He whispers, dropping his joggers down his legs along with his boxers. Your jaw drops as his cock hits his stomach, you’ve seen it before but you’ll never get used to his size. He smirks as he pulls your panties down, crawling over you. He kisses your lips quickly before making his way down your neck, trailing kisses from there all the way down to your core.

You gasp as he places a kiss on your pubic bone, his hands softly caressing the outside of your thighs. He wastes no time swiping his tongue through your folds, collecting the arousal that has already spread there. “Oh!” You gasp out loudly, eyes going wide. He chuckles as he does it again, this time bringing his hand around to pull your folds apart. You’d be embarrassed and shy if he hadn’t cut it short by wrapping his lips around your clit.

You moan softly, hips involuntarily bucking against his mouth. He brings his hand farther down, nudging your opening with his middle finger. He slides his finger up, collecting your wetness before pushing it into you, his tongue now circling your sensitive nub.

“Tom.. oh god..” You groan out, hands immediately roaming through his curls. He pumps his finger in and out steadily, curling it every so often to nudge your g-spot. You feel the knot building in your stomach, getting tighter as he pushes a second finger into you.

His tongue flicks your clit faster, a groan falling from his mouth and sending vibrations through you. Your orgasm washes over you quickly, legs shaking and muscles tightening. Small gasps and moans falling from your lips as he works you through your high.

After your muscles relax he slowly eases his fingers from you, taking them into his mouth as his other hand rubs gently against your thigh.

You glance down at him as he takes his fingers from his mouth, eyes pooling with love and lust. He crawls on top of you, slotting himself between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N). I’m yours, completely.” He coos softly, hiking your leg up on his hip as he aligns himself to your entrance. He looks you in your eyes, “You’re all I’ve ever wanted..” He mutters as he pushes in, slowly filling you up.

Your jaw drops as he stretches you around him, feeling more and more full as he eases in. With one last movement, he thrusts the rest of himself in, burying in to the hilt. You both moan in unison, foreheads pressed together.

You bring your other leg over, wrapping them both tightly around his waist. He slowly starts thrusting into you, making sure to press in completely with each one. You bring your hands around to his back, pressing him firmly against you. One of his hands holds your hip, and the other holds your shoulder.

“You’re mine.” You whimper, nails digging into his skin slightly. He groans, thrusts getting a bit harder. “Yours. Fuck. Only yours.” He promises, your words bringing him closer to his release.

“You feel so good..” You moan, bringing your hands up to his hair and pulling it gently. “Fuck.. oh fuck..” He moans loudly, head falling to your neck. You’re a whimpering mess as he brings his fingers to your clit between you two, rubbing messy circles against your clit.

“Fuck, just like that.. don’t stop..” You whine against his shoulder, hands gripping him tightly as the knot tightens. His thrusts get sloppy, cock nudging your g-spot with every thrust. Your vision blurs as the knot snaps, pleasure flowing through your body in waves.

Your orgasm triggers his, panting heavily in your neck as he drives himself into you, his hot release coating your velvet walls deep inside of you.

“Oh.. Oh my god.. I love you..” You gasp out, feeling his cock throbbing inside of you at your words. “I love you.. I love you so much..” He moans out between pants. His thrusts slow as he rocks both of you through your high, small whimpers falling from your mouth.

His hips still, fingers coming off your clit and coming back up to your shoulder. He brings his other hand around, wrapping both of his arms under you; pulling you close to him. You hold him, too, the love radiating from your bodies.

You both stay like that a few moments, before he loosens his grip on you, easing his softening dick out of you. You wince at the emptiness, brushing the hair from your face.

You look up at him through your lashes, you see the tears on his lashes. You furrow your brows in worry, reaching up and caressing his face; your thumb wiping his eye. “What’s wrong, my love?” You coo, gently.

He shakes his head, “I just love you. So fuckin’ much.” He admits, smiling down at you. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I don’t.”

You sigh sympathetically, leaning up and kissing him gently. “No, baby.. I know you love me. I’m just so scared to lose you.” You comfort him, pushing him so he’s on his side next to you, you bring your leg up, laying it over his hips. “You’ll never lose me.. You’re stuck with me forever.” He tells you as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest and bringing the blanket over both of you.

You cuddle into his chest, fingers running through his hair. You listen as his breathing calms, feeling his heartbeat against your cheek.

“I can’t wait to marry you..” He whispers, thumb tracing soft circles in your back.

“Neither can I..” You smile, kissing his chest.

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X-rated Education part 6.

a Tom Grant (Make Up 2019) story.

warnings: female reader, smut, curse words.

Fifth lesson

Tom was lying on his back, soaked in sweat with a just as sweaty Y/N on top of him, both of them trying to catch their breaths after their reunion earlier that night.

One would’ve thought that they had been apart for months rather then just a week. They had lunged at each other as soon as Y/N stepped inside the trailer, Tom pressing her up against the door (and only closing it because of that but he didn’t realize that until later) to kiss her and taste her skin while her hands roamed over his body.

The first round they hadn’t even gotten all of their clothes off. Y/N was still in her bra, her jeans only pulled off by one leg, panties tugged to the side. Tom’s jeans and boxers had been shoved just beneath his ass and they hadn’t even made it to the bed; Y/N rode him directly on the floor, wailing like a banshee while his grunts and groans echoed around the trailer along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as well as the obscene squelching sounds from when he pushed in and out of Y/N’s cunt.

It hadn’t lasted long for either of them and full of giggles they had stripped of the rest of their clothes and moved to the bed for a little more comfort.

That’s where they had gone for round two. No new positions or lessons though, Tom had had Y/N on his lap, fucking up into her, his arms wrapped around her back while his hands held on to her shoulders for the perfect leverage, Y/N‘s head tipped back, her mouth open in soundless screams as his cock was basically sparring with her g-spot back and forth, back and forth.

Afterwards they had just fallen down onto the mattress; Y/N had draped herself over him, Tom stretching out his legs, his arms still wrapped around her. He could feel his own spent leaking out of her, a steady trickle dripping down on him, past his balls and hitting the bed. It made him feel a strange kind of smug. There had been a lot of new stains on the mattress since he met Y/N.

Y/N hummed a little, lifting her head, which seemed to take a lot of effort. “I should go and clean up. I don’t want to ruin your sheets.”

Tom snorted and tightened his grip on her. “It’s a little late for that, love. And I couldn’t care less.”

But then he remembered something he had read recently, just before Y/N came home. Yes, perhaps he had looked some things up because he wanted to impress her; spoil her, show her how much he liked being with her like this, not just because of the things she taught him.

On a site online he had stumbled across some facts and tips for a better sex life and caring for your partner. And it had said that women should try to pee after every sex session, because it decreased the risk of UTI’s.

Tom had noticed that Y/N often went into the bathroom to clean herself off – she rarely let him do it and when he read that it made sense. If she wanted to pee directly afterwards she might as well clean up at the same time.

But there were plenty of other things he could do instead. He sat up, taking her with him and got up from the bed. “Come on,” he told her, carrying her into the bathroom. “Let’s clean up and then we can go back to bed and snuggle.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up as he said that. He had been a little worried that she would think that weird since they weren’t really a couple but thankfully that clearly wasn’t the case.

Tom put her down on the toilet and then turned the shower on. He wished he could treat her to a bubble bath but sadly his little trailer was only equipped with a tiny shower stall. He turned the water on full force, so Y/N could use the toilet without feeling embarrassed about him being in there.

When she was done and had flushed the toilet as well as washed her hands she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Is it warm? I’m feeling cold.”

“Then you better get in, babe,” Tom told her, moving out of the way so she could step inside the stall. He walked in behind her, taking the same position as she had just a second ago, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Is this helping? You warming up?”

Y/N only hummed, leaning backwards against him, closing her eyes against the spray.

“Tom, I hope it’s not too big of a disappointment if I tell you that I don’t think I have another round in me,” Y/N said in an apologetic tone. “It was wonderful but…”

Tom shushed her. “That’s not what I had in mind,” he assured her, gently rubbing her arms. “It was wonderful but never think that getting off is the only reason we… well, you know. I’m so grateful for everything you teach me and I do want you to have a good time too.”

He heard Y/N inhale deeply, as if reacting to something he said but she remained quiet.

After a moment he took his body wash and poured it into his hands, lathering them up. “Sorry, it’s all I have,” he told her as the typical male scent spread inside the bathroom.

Y/N giggled. “It’s okay. I like the thought of smelling like you – well, other than your bodily fluids.”

Tom snorted at that as he started to wash her shoulders and back, massaging them as his hands moved over the skin. “You certainly didn’t seem to have a problem with my bodily fluids earlier,” he teased her, giving her earlobe a little nip that made her giggle again. He loved that sound.

“If you want you could bring some of your toiletries over here – just in case,” he suggested, well aware how it could sound, but that’s why he made sure to say ‘toiletries’ and nothing else. There was nothing weird about that, right? It would be like… well, like when you kept an extra deodorant in your locker at the gym.

Right?

Y/N was quiet for a moment but then she nodded. “You know, that might make things a lot easier. I’ll bring some around. Thanks, Tom.”

“’Thanks?’ For what?” Tom wondered with a chuckle, rubbing his soapy hands over her chest and stomach.

“For being okay with a girl putting her things in your bathroom!” Y/N laughed. “Aren’t guys usually terrified of that? That it means things are moving too quickly – oh no, the commitment!”

“Well, I guess I’m not like other guys,” Tom said holding Y/N’s arms out to rinse them from the bodywash.

“No. You’re not,” Y/N said, her voice so low that he almost didn’t hear it.

What did she mean by that?

Tom finished washing Y/N and then wondered if she wanted him to wash her hair but she said no. “It will get so frizzy without conditioner. That’s one of the things I should bring here, ASAP,” she told him and he had to laugh at that. He had heard of conditioner of course but he had no idea what it was or what you used it for, but he would be more than happy to learn so he could care for Y/N’s hair another time. After he gave himself a quick wash he turned off the shower and wrapped Y/N up in a towel so she wouldn’t get cold.

Y/N seemed to have been struck with silence again as Tom picked up his brush and started to comb her hair. It was only when he went to give her hair a brisk rub with the towel that she shook her head.

“No, like this…” she said, and showed him how he would use the towel to squeeze the excess water out of the tresses. “Rubbing it down like that can damage the hair. Sorry if I’m being a control freak!”

Tom scoffed. “Hey, it’s your hair that I’m taking care of, right? The least I could do is letting you tell me how you want it.”

Y/N gave him that strange look again. It wasn’t how she usually looked at him; filled with desire when she wanted him, humor when they laughed together or the patient one when she instructed him in the ways of sex. No, this one was different. Almost like those times when you met a person and recognized them but couldn’t place from where.

Her hand had absentmindedly moved to Tom’s wet curls, her fingers combing them out as he finished with her hair.

“You want a cuppa?” he then wondered, lifting her up bridal style and opened the door to the bathroom. “We can have it in bed.”

“Yes. I’d like that.”

“How about some whiskey with it?” Tom offered, setting her down on the bed, carefully forming the duvet around her before taking the towel away. Tossing the towels into the hamper he took out a pair of clean boxers before hurrying into the kitchen to turn the kettle on.

“Want some snacks?” he called and Y/N replied:

“No, thank you. Just tea would be great.”

Tom looked into the fridge anyway and realized he didn’t have a whole lot to offer – he needed to go grocery shopping. Good thing she didn’t want any – maybe fate finally had taken a pity on him? He had to snicker silently at that thought.

Instead he prepared the tea, pouring some Jameson into both of their mugs and then walked back into the bedroom again.

“Here you go. Careful, it’s hot.”

Y/N chuckled. “I should hope so, otherwise it wouldn’t be tea.”

“It could. Could be ice tea,” Tom teased her and Y/N stuck her tongue out at him, making them both laugh.

She blew a little on the tea and then carefully took a sip. Her eyes widened. “You… you remembered that?”

“What?” Tom wondered

“That I don’t like sugar in my tea – that I prefer it with just honey.”

“Yes?” Tom said, not really understanding what she meant. “You said that you thought the sweetness of honey made the taste more savory than processed sugar and that it was healthier too, that’s why you prefer it in your tea. If you have coffee you take cream in it in instead of milk for the same reason – richer taste.”

Y/N’s mouth hung open. Then she placed her tea cup on the nightstand and took Tom’s from him as well, putting it beside hers.

She climbed into his lap, the duvet forming a tent around them as she hugged him tightly.

“What’s wrong?” Tom wondered, worried that he had done something bad.

“Nothing,” Y/N whispered, the hairs at the back of his neck rising as the caress of her voice against his skin. “It’s just… funny.

“Funny?” Tom repeated, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes. You wanted me to teach you how to please women. But Tom, I wonder if you realize that in so many ways… you are already perfect. A man any woman would be proud to call hers.”

Would you, Tom wondered to himself, running his fingers up and down Y/N’s back, stroking the silky skin. Would you be proud to call me yours, Y/N?

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Locked Out

summary: getting locked out of your home in the pouring rain, tom let’s you stay the night at his place

word count: 750

a/n: i got this idea listening to an eddie shifting audio, click here to listen. the audio is also on spotify, click here for that link. i absolutely love these ambience audios. even tho this audio is eddie, i imagined being with tom listening to the rain. i hope you enjoy!

By the time you were finished cleaning out the last trailer for the newest tenants, it was well into the night and you were tired. You pushed your hair away from your face and looked out the window. You can barely see the outside lights as the heaving pelting rain blurred the world around you.

You sighed, knowing you were going to get absolutely soaked the second you opened the door. You decided to just leave your basket of cleaning supplies in the trailer and pick it up early in the morning before the new family moved in. You pulled the hood of your coat above your head and zipped it all the way up to shield you from the rain and chilly wind.

You braced yourself, giving yourself a pep talk before opening the door and running out into the heavy rain. You were immediately drenched and the cold air traveling from the ocean wasn’t making it any better. You quickly turned left and ran through the park towards your own trailer, trying to keep your head down.

After making your way up the steps of your home, you patted your pockets trying to find your keys. You let out a loud groan when you remembered you left your keys on the desk back in the main office on the other side of the park.

You were too wet, cold, and tired to try and run to the office for your keys knowing that Shirley had already locked up for the night.

You turned your head and saw blue lights illuminating from Tom’s trailer. You quickly ran to his window and saw him leaned against the back of his couch, watching whatever was on TV and chewing on a piece of chocolate candy. Knocking on the window, Tom jumped and saw your head poking from the bottom of the window, not quite tall enough to see through without standing on your tippy toes. You pointed your finger to his door and he rushed to open and let you in.

You barged through the door the second you heard him click the lock. “For fucks sake, I am so cold.”

“Bloody hell! What are you doin’ out in the rain like that?” Tom talked at the same time as you.

“They made me cl-clean out the trailer f-for the new folks tomorrow but I-I forgot my keys back i-in the main hall.” You shivered.

“Do you want me to get it open for you?” Tom started to make his way towards his raincoat but you stopped him.

“No! You can’t. It’s pouring badly out there.” Tom nodded his head okay. “Do you mind if I just spend the night here? I don’t think the rain is gonna stop.”

Tom nervously cleared his throat. “Yeah, umm, yeah. Let me just get you a change of clothes.”

Tom walked to his bedroom and grabbed a pair of bottoms and a thick jumper to keep you warm from the top shelf. He gave them to you, telling you there was a towel in the bathroom you can dry off with.

Quickly peeling off your submerged clothing, you dried off your body and squeezed the remaining water from your hair. You changed into Tom’s clothes immediately becoming warmer.

You walked back to Tom, pulling the sleeves of his jumper over your hands and sat near him on the couch. The changing lights from the TV was the only source of brightness in these early hours of the night. The sound of the rain was getting hard and hard against the roof of the warm trailer.

“Thank you.” You whispered. “For letting me stay here.”

“Are you still chilly?” Tom noticed you were still shivering. Even in the warmth of new clothes and the heater starting to run through the small home, you still had tremble in your hands.

You nodded your head. Tom motioned for you to come closer to him. You curled your body in the side of him as he draped the large blanket across the both of you, caging all the warm under the blanket.

You rested your head against his chest as one of his hands rubbed your leg that laid across his and his other hand softly played with your hair. Listening to the faint sound of a song playing through the TV and the rain from outside pulled you into a trance as you fell asleep against Tom.

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dingusfreakhxrrington · 2 years

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Because I'm a clothes stealer

What about stealing all of Tom's clothes and he's all like "Okay but why?"

That hoodie looks comfy, it would be a shame if someone were to... steal it

Little Thief

pairing: tom grant x gn!reader

warnings: use of pet names (babe, love), reader is cheeky (so is tom tbh), suggestive flirting, kissing, just a huge pile of fluff

word count: 615

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"Babe? Have you seen my hoodie..." Tom's voice trailed off when his eyes landed on you.

You were sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room wearing exactly the hoodie he was searching for. In fact, you were wearing entirely his clothes. His hoodie, his trackies, even his socks. Hell, he wouldn't have been surprised if you were wearing his boxers too.

"Nope, haven't seen it," you answered him as if you weren't aware that you were wearing his clothes at all, although he could see the small glint of mischief that shimmered in the depths of your eyes.

"Come on, love. Give it back, the others are all in the wash." He held out his arm expectantly as he walked over to you, waiting for you to at least return his hoodie to him.

You looked up at him and tilted your head to the side, still pretending you didn't know what he was talking about. "What do you mean? I don't have it."

He sighed and folded his arms over his chest, although he couldn't hide the small smile playing on his lips. "You're wearing it, y/n. You’re wearing all my clothes."

Comically, your eyes widened and you glanced down to look at yourself, holding the fabric in your hands as you looked back up at him with a grin. "Oh, so I am. Well, you can't have them back."

"Why not?"

You jumped to your feet, moving closer to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck with a smirk. "Because I'm a clothes stealer and it wouldn't be stealing if I gave them back, would it?"

Again, he sighed as he looked down at you, wrapping his arms around you as he began to sway slightly. "A clothes stealer, huh? Well, why are you only stealing my clothes?"

"Hmm, I like how they smell," you admitted.

"And how do they smell?"

With another smile, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and leaned forward so that your head rested near his shoulder. "They smell like you."

He chuckled softly as he embraced you, his body still swaying ever so gently from side to side. "Okay but if you never let me wear them they'll stop smelling like me."

You stepped back, leaving his arms with a frown as you hooked your fingers under the hem of the hoodie with a huff. “Fine, you can wear it... but you better give it back when you get home.”

His lips curled up into a sweet smile as you pulled his hoodie off, outstretching an arm to pass it back to him. Under the hoodie, you had on one of his shirts and he couldn’t help but chuckle again.

He took the item of clothing from you and leaned forward to kiss you again. “I won’t be long. You want anything from the shop?”

With a hand pressed to your chin, you hummed in thought, watching him put the hoodie you had been wearing on. “Could you get me a KitKat? I’m craving something sweet.”

You giggled when he jumped you, knocking you back down onto the sofa as he hugged you. When he lifted himself off of you slightly you were met with another kiss. “Oh, I’ll give you something sweet when I get back.”

“Yeah?”

With a nod, his lips met yours again although he was parting from you far too soon.

“Yeah.” His voice was heavy, filled with a promise before he climbed off of you.

He grabbed his wallet and keys off the side, gave you one last smile, and headed off to the shop, leaving his little clothes thief to wait anxiously for his return.

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Windswept - Part 2

Windswept – Part 2

Fic Summary: Still getting over his breakup with Ruth, Tom notices a familiar face has returned to Cornwall. Lonely and unable to sleep, he shows up at your trailer late one night. But as eager as you are to have him in your bed, you’re not interested in only being his distraction. (Part 1) Fics Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Tom Grant/Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Friends to Lovers, Unprotected Sex (reader mentions birth control), Brief Cockwarming, Creampie, Fluff, Hand Job, Oral (Female Receiving), Fooling Around in the Shower because Tom deserves it.

Fic Song: Windswept by Moonfall

A/N: Wanted to do a small follow up to part one since I enjoyed writing it so much. Hope you like it! Right now there are no plans for another part.

The next morning brings gray clouds and a wicked chill in the air.

Tom slowly comes to consciousness, his body wonderfully relaxed and rested for the first time in months. Next to him, he feels the warmth of someone else and when he drags his eyes open, he finds you curled under the comforter. He thinks of the night before, of the confessions and promises. You’d stayed awake talking for hours, like you two have done countless times except this time was different. This time Tom could kiss you, touch you, this time you both were naked, wrapped around each other so tight it was hard to tell where he ended and you began.

This time, you made plans for the future. A future, together. He’s already told you he’d travel with you, that he wants to marry someday. Is it too early to talk about such things? Probably. He doesn’t care.

Smiling, Tom takes the time to admire your sleeping form. Your back is to him so he has to push himself up onto his elbows in order to see your face. You’re still fast asleep. He’s already committed every feature to memory, yet can’t help staring at your serene, restful expression. Bloody hell, how had he not realized how much he loved you?

Right now, in the dull light of the early morning, it’s so obvious.

Tom thinks back on your friendship and how there was always something else there, something he never could put his finger on. Or didn’t dare to. The excitement he always felt hearing your voice, the anticipation he’d get when he saw your name on the list for future arrivals, how in the year you two were separated his thoughts constantly strayed to you and what you might be doing. All those instances pointed to deeper feelings. And true, he thought he had loved before and he knows he had, but this is different. This is something else entirely. What he feels for you is nothing like what he felt for Ruth.

Tom slides closer and spoons up behind you, curling his body protectively around yours. He hugs you, closing his eyes as he buries his face in your neck. He’s determined to lay there for as long as possible. There’s nowhere to be, no one around to bother either of you. Tom can lay like this forever if he wants.

Alright, maybe not forever but definitely for the foreseeable future.

Smiling to himself, he settles in and closes his eyes. For the next few hours he dozes on and off, while you stay right there in his arms. His mind weaves in and out of dreams, occasionally focusing on you, making sure you’re still with him. Once he’s sure you are, he settles and drifts off again. Eventually, he’s roused awake when you start to shift.

With a sleepy groan, you stretch, your body pressing firmly against his chest in the process. Tom takes full advantage, laying kisses on the back of your neck and letting his hand glide over your hip, and up your chest so he can grasp your breast.

“G’morning,” he says in your ear.

“Good morning,” you chuckle in response. Your backside presses into his morning erection. “And good morning to you as well.”

Tom kisses, squeezes, and thrusts, the desire for you somehow stronger than it was last night. His mind spins with all the dirty things he wants to do to you, all the things he wants to try and experience. Things he enjoys and is desperate to share with you, and things he’s never had a chance to do.

His hand starts to travel downward while his arm slides underneath you so he can hold you in place. When his finger teasingly dips between your legs, you gasp.

“Wasting no time this morning, huh, love?” you ask. Already you’re breathless and it sends a thrill of desire through him.

“Do you want me to stop?”

You moan at the press of his fingertips to your nub. “Not at all. Keep going.”

Biting his lip in excitement, Tom continues his exploration. With his mouth kissing and nibbling at your throat, his finger slides through your folds. He remembers the night before, remembers how you taste, how you feel on his tongue and he finds himself thirsting for more.

He’ll get there. Right now, he wants to touch.

It doesn’t take long for you to grow wet. He listens to the way your breathing hitches, feels your body shudder, and it makes Tom’s heart race. The confidence that had been so brutally shattered months ago returned in one evening. One spectacular evening. There is no hesitation from him this time, no second-guessing or wondering. He knows that you’re enjoying this

“God, Tom,” you moan, your hips gyrating back and forth, moving along with his teasing fingers. “I love the way you touch me.”

He smiles against your skin, inhaling your scent that now hangs around him like a cloud. Teeth gently digging into your throat, he slides two fingers into you, fire settling low in his belly at the way you gasp his name.

Your slick walls flutter around his digits, encouraging him, calling to him.

His mind goes back to what it felt like to sink into your heat, to have those same walls grip his cock. And as he strokes your insides, he imagines all the ways he wants to have you, not just how but where. Here in his bed again for sure, but also in your trailer, on the beach, in the shower, in your home, your true home, the one you exiled yourself to for the last twelve months. Tom doesn’t care where your job takes you. He’s going along until you both find a place to settle, a place you both can call home.

Lips brushing your ear, he briefly trace’s the shell with his tongue. “And I love the way you feel. I’m going crazy just touching you.”

His other hand squeezes your breast while his cock is pressed into your backside, begging for attention. He’s ignoring it, too intent on seeing if he can make you cum. It’s no longer a question of “if” per se, it’s more a matter of how long it’ll take.

You reach up to tangle your hand into his disheveled hair, tugging on the curls. “Only fair since you’ve driven me completely insane for years.”

Tom can’t imagine. Can’t even wrap his head around the fact that you managed to keep these feelings, this passion, to yourself for so long. It is no wonder you left.

“I need you inside me,” you groan, knocking the wind out of him and sending his mind reeling.

No, don’t think about that. Don’t think about how you lost her, he tells himself, sucking at your throat, dragging another series of moans out of you.

Tom moans in return, his hand slipping out from between your legs. He was going to hold off but there’s no way he can deny that begging tone. He shoves the blankets away before reaching down to grip his cock. Automatically, you lift your leg, giving him the space he needs to slide into you from behind. Your moan drowns his out as your body curls forward, your hand gripping the pillow beneath your head.

Hips rolling back and forth, Tom takes you just like that, mouth continually kissing and sucking at your throat and shoulder. It’s as phenomenal as the night before. You’re squeezing and fluttering walls make it impossible for him to pull out too far before he’s eagerly surging back in. He presses you onto your stomach and lays his hand over yours, slotting your fingers together while he fucks you into the mattress.

The room fills with the sounds of labored breathing and eager moans.

Eyes closed, Tom grinds into that delicious heat he’s quickly become obsessed with. His mouth glides over any bit of skin he can find, kissing, sucking, and nibbling your silken flesh. You moan his name repeatedly in an erotic chant that makes his head spin.

He can tell right before you cum when your hand squeezes his. Your walls flutter around his cock and he groans your name over the sound of his lap slamming repeatedly against your backside. He’s still going when you become boneless, absolutely pleased with himself that he’s managed to make you cum this time without even touching you. Fuck you’re so wet and he’s so lost in the pleasure you’re giving him that he knows it’s not going to take much longer for him.

Sitting back on his knees, he grips your hips, watching his cock slide in and out. When he glances up, he finds you staring at him over your shoulder, pupils blown wide and teeth digging into your bottom lip. He has to kiss you, has to feel your mouth as he nears his end. Laying over you once more, he snags that bottom lip, giving it a gentle tug as he finishes.

He slams into you one more time and stays there, emptying every drop of his release into your limp body.

Gasping for breath, he collapses against your back, panting into your sweat-slicked skin. You take his hand and he feels your lips brush against his knuckles as you cover them with soft kisses. Tom draws away just enough to slip out of you so you can turn to face him. Mouths collide in a proper kiss when you do. He settles his weight on top of you, humming with delight as you wrap your legs around him. Even though he’s softening, he manages to slip back into you with relative ease, thanks to the wetness he left behind.

Between kisses, he catches his breath, wills his heart to stop slamming into his chest like it’s trying to break free. There in the quiet afterglow, Tom’s rational mind kicks back in.

“Shite,” he huffs, eyes wide with concern as he draws his head back. “I didn’t wrap up.” It only dawns on him as he lays there, enjoying the way you feel around him.

Your smile sets his nerves at ease. “We’re good,” you say. “Got it covered on my end.”

Tom relaxes. It’s the first time he’s ever gotten so caught up in the moment that his common sense went out the window. “That’s a relief,” he says before his face breaks into a grin. “Does that mean we can go like this all time?”

“If you mean can you cum inside me the answer is always going to be yes.”

“You’re amazing.”

Giggling, you pull him into another kiss. Giddy and thoroughly spent, Tom leisurely kisses you back and the two of you remain that way for a time, until he hears your stomach grumble.

“I’m starving,” you say as Tom finally rolls over next to you.

His body protests at the loss of your heat but he knows he’ll find himself back inside you soon. “Not sure what I’ve actually got to eat. Here, let me check.”

Easing himself out of bed, Tom doesn’t bother throwing clothes on. He gives one big stretch before shuffling into the kitchen to check the state of his cabinets. It’s only then that he remembers he hasn’t gone shopping in weeks and aside from the spaghetti that was made last night and half a blueberry pie, there’s not much else to eat.

“How’s it looking in there?” you call from the bedroom.

“Let’s see we have a mostly empty box of cereal.” Tom closes the cabinet and opens the refrigerator. “Some milk that’s gone bad and…one egg.”

You laugh as he walks back into the bedroom. “So much for not leaving this bed,” you say.

Tom smiles, admiring the way you look in said bed. You’re exactly where he left you: sprawled out on your back with the sheets sliding onto the floor. His eyes are drawn to the mess he left between your legs. It’s a mental image he knows he’ll never be free of. Likewise, you eye his naked frame with appreciation, smirking as you shamelessly stare.

“The things I’m going to do to you,” you purr. Your stomach growls again and you huff in annoyance as Tom laughs. “After we get food of course. Luckily, my place is fully stocked.”

Tom crawls over your body to prevent you from sitting up. “But that would require moving and putting clothes on.”

“Yeah but then once we eat we can take the clothes off again. Maybe even get in the shower.”

It’s like you can read his mind. “I love the way you think.”

“I’m glad. Now can you get me a towel or something so I can clean up.”

Tom does just that and while you put on your clothes, he shuffles through the mess that is his room in an attempt to find something comfortable to wear. The only thing he really has is what he wore last night so he puts the jeans and white shirt back on. While you retrieve your socks and shoes, he throws several pairs of boxers and his work clothes into a bag, as well as his toiletries.

“What’s all that for?” you ask, sitting down so you can tie your shoes.

“If I’m going to your place I’m going to make damn sure I have what I need so I don’t have to leave for a while.”

The smile that you give him makes his heart skip a beat. “Great idea, though you should do laundry at some point. Your closet is empty.”

“It’s not like I’m going to need clothes anytime soon.”

Laughing, you lovingly shake your head.

Stepping outside is like a punch to the gut. It’s colder than Tom realized and he instantly wishes you two had stayed put. However, he’s also starving and knows if you are going to fool around some more, he’s going to need to refuel. Holding hands and laughing like children, you two run through the park towards your trailer. Between the early hour and lack of guests, no one is around. It’s like you’re the only ones who exist and Tom loves it. Once you’re back inside, you immediately kick out of your shoes and put the kettle on.

“Eggs, bacon, and warm rolls coming right up,” you say, moving about the kitchen.

You’d unpacked and the trailer looks as it used to before you left. It conjures warm memories of the past and makes Tom smile, reminds him that you’re settling in for a time. While you cook, he sets the table and gets your tea ready. Soon, he’s shoveling scrambled eggs and bacon into his mouth as you spread jelly on a roll you warmed in the oven.

“Bloody hell I didn’t realize how hungry I was,” Tom says, leaning back in his chair and savoring the meal. Aside from the dinner last night, this is the first real food he’s eaten in a while. Lately, he’d been making do with frozen meals and cereal, not having the energy or effort to do more.

“Well, we did work up quite the appetite.”

He smirks at you and rubs his foot against yours under the table. “And we’re going to work up another one after we’re done eating.”

“Absolutely. Although, I actually do have to get some kind of writing done today.”

“Boooooo.”

“I know, I know. But my agent is on my case about this and I’ve been dragging my feet. Thankfully, I’m feeling incredibly inspired all of a sudden.”

Tom smirks, licking the jelly from his fingers as he meets your eye. “I’m going to give you enough inspiration to last a lifetime.”

Your gaze softens. “You already have.”

You two finish breakfast and Tom clears the plates while you slip away to the bedroom. He finds you hanging his work clothes in the closet, fussing with the wrinkles. It's adorably domestic and his heart can’t take the way you put his boxers in one of your empty drawers. It sounds silly to feel emotion over such a trivial thing but it means the world to him. You’re making space, adding him into your life without him even asking. When you turn to face him, he pulls you into a tight hug. He wishes words could express the depth of his gratitude. But words aren’t his thing, they’re yours. So he’ll let his body do the talking instead.

Drawing back, he cups your face as he kisses you, trying to pour all his thoughts and feelings into one simple act. He feels you smile, and when he breaks away, your eyes are hooded with desire and promise.

“Want to take a shower together?” you ask.

“More than anything in the world.”

Still smiling, you take his hand and lead him into the bathroom.

Clothes are discarded as the water heats up. Once in the shower, Tom can’t keep his hands to himself. He has to touch you, to feel every inch of your wet skin as your mouths moving together urgently. Lathering his hands with soap, he rubs them all over your body as you do the same to him, running your hands down his chest and teasingly squeezing his cock.

Tom thinks of the night of your arrival, of how he touched himself to thoughts of you and he realizes you’re unknowingly making his fantasy a reality. He presses a hand to the wall behind you, trapping your body with his. Though, is it really a trap when you want to be there? Probably not.

Your hand is still wrapped around his cock, and this time instead of teasing, you look him in the eye and start to stroke him. Tom moans, cradling the back of your head as he yanks you into a searing kiss.

Now you’re exploring, taking your time with each stroke, swiping the head of his cock with your thumb to see how he reacts. He can’t breathe, can’t think. All he can do is stand there as his knees buckle, your hand bringing him close to the edge with each firm tug. He doesn’t believe it, can’t understand how his body is already bouncing back so quickly after your earlier shag. It must be you. Has to be. You’d always had a hold in his heart and now that he’s acknowledged it, his body is racing to catch up.

“I have a confession,” you say into his ear, lips brushing the lobe.

“W’at’s that?” Tom slurs, eyes fluttering closed as he surrenders to the pleasure.

“The other night, after you kissed me and left, I touched myself because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Tom whimpers. In the past he might have been embarrassed by such a needy sound but right now he’s not. “Was that the first time?” he asks, a hopeful lilt to his voice.

Once again he feels your smile, this time against his throat as you pepper it with kisses. “Not even close.”

Fuck.

Tom’s mind is bombarded with images of you laying in the same bed that’s just beyond the door, your hand between your legs as you writhe and moan his name. How many times, he wonders. How many times were you right there and he had no idea? How many times had you dreamt this scenario, wanted him to touch and kiss you?

How many times did your heart shatter waiting for him?

The idea that he caused you any amount of pain is too much to bear. Yesterday, he would have let it get to him, would have let it drag him down into dark thoughts. But today is a new day, a new beginning and instead of kicking himself over what might have been, he’s determined to focus on what’s going to be.

It doesn’t take him much longer to cum. It’s all too good to hold back. Your hand sends him toppling over the edge and he groans your name, thrusting into your palm. Dragging his eyes open, he looks down to watch himself coat your thighs with his release. It invokes the same feelings he had before when he saw you spread out with his cum leaking from between your legs.

His. You’re all his. And he’s unquestionably yours.

Kissing you harshly, he reaches down and spreads the remnants of his cum all over you. He knows it’ll be washed away in seconds but he still does it, still takes the chance to mark his territory in some weird, twisted way. If you mind, you don’t say anything. On the contrary, your arms circle his neck and you kiss him back just as hungrily as he’s kissing you.

Now, it’s his turn to make you feel good.

Tom breaks the kiss to fall to his knees. He needs to show you again how much he wants you, needs to worship the body that’s now taken control of his mind. The body that waited so patiently for him to get his shit together.

Spreading your thighs apart, he buries his face between your legs, tongue eagerly swiping through your folds. It’s just as good as the night before, even better because he can taste himself and it reminds him of earlier.

You moan, back hitting the shower wall as the action makes you stumble. Tom holds tight, won’t let you go even for a second, not when he’s where he’s been dying to be since last night. You prop one foot on the edge of the tub to give him more space, to spread yourself open so he can reach all of you. His mouth hungrily devours, humming with enthusiasm at the reactions he’s dragging out of you.

One of your hands slips uselessly across the tile wall while the other buries into his wet curls.

Lost in your taste and the steam of the shower, Tom closes his eyes and gives himself over to sensation and instinct. He swears to take care of you this way whenever he has the chance. He wants to make you gasp and moan as many times as he physically can. And the way the breath escapes your lungs when he sucks greedily as your nub makes his head spin.

He pictures having you like this on the beach. There’s a bluff he knows about, one away from everything. When the weather is warmer, he’ll take you there. He’ll peel off your bathing suit, lay you on a large fluffy towel, and kiss you between your legs as your moans are drowned out by the ocean waves. Then, he’ll make love to you while the sex and sun warms your bodies.

For now, while the winter settles in, he’ll have you sit on the couch and he’ll sink between your legs, eating you out for as long as either of you can manage. How many times can he make you cum like this? He can’t wait to find out.

By the time your pleasure peaks, the shower’s gone cold. Your body is teaming with goosebumps as you cry him name for the final time, walls clamping down around his fingers while he tongues your swollen clit.

Tom gives you more lazy kisses before he stands, letting the water clean his face for a moment before he reaches to blindly turn it off. You hug him, just hug him, standing there dripping wet with your bodies pressed tight. He returns the embrace, his smile never once wavering. Chilly and tired, the two of you hurry to dry yourselves and slip into comfortable clothes. Well, you put on clothes. Tom puts on a fresh pair of boxers and nothing else.

Thoroughly satisfied at the moment, Tom tries to figure out what to do with him himself now that you have to work. You settle into the corner of the couch with your laptop, a fresh cuppa on the small end table and your feet propped on an ottoman.

Tom lays next to you, his head against your thigh since your lap is occupied by your computer. Before he gets comfortable, he wraps himself in one of your fuzzy blankets. While you type, he scans the channels, trying to find something to watch on the telly. Inevitably, his eyes droop and he concludes a nap is a much better idea. The weather is still gray and windy, the perfect setting for a long lazy day.

Like he had done earlier, he dozes for a time, lulled to sleep by the steady tapping of the keyboard. Occasionally, it stops and your hand strokes his hair as you read back what you wrote. Tom smiles, feeling content and loved.

Laying there with you, knowing he’s present in your mind even while you work has his heart swelling. If this is what awaits him in the future, he’s all for it. Hours later, when you’ve written enough and curl up to join him in his napping, he knows that he’ll never feel lonely again so long as you’re in his life.

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