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eymie · 2 months

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PHOTOGRAPHER !

pairing: thomas webb x fem!reader

warnings: smut, nudes?? kinda, alcohol, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), thats it i think

summary: you were a new york photoprapher and thomas lived in your apartment. and after one frustrating night you invite him into your room.

a/n: WHERE. IS. THE. MF. CALLUM. TURNER. FICS. i’ve been on this game since fantastic beasts. (ive found a few scrumptious callum fics and yk who u r @willyoubemycherryy) also i have not written in a hot minute and none of you expected this.

You lived on the story above Thomas. Not that you ever really noticed him at first, you were relatively new in the complex too. Sometimes you’d hear him having a conversation on the stairs with the old man from 2B. Mix of words you didn’t bother to put together.

Well, you didn’t care until you saw him for the first time. The old man from 2B liked to talk a lot, often chatting you up when you got home from work. Sometimes bringing up Thomas which you didn’t care for.

"He could use a nice girl like you.”

To which you would’ve scoffed. You heard someone running down the stairs, to which you met eye contact with Thomas. Wavy brown hair, pink cheeks, glasses that sort of turned you on.

The real New York type of guy, to be honest, your type of guy. His lips parted as he looked at you, a small nod and than sliding past you.

“Where you going Thomas,” He called out, to which Thomas turned around laughing.

“I gotta go, meeting up with Mimi.” Thomas turned on his heels to leave until he was stopped again by the man.

“I want you to meet me friend.” The man gestured to you, Thomas smiling at you in return.

“No, it’s alright. I have to get going.” You smiled back, walking to the door where Thomas stood. You brushed past him, your clothes brushing his own.

“Where?” Thomas asked, furrowing his brows.

“Around, I’m a photographer.”

That’s how it started. After that, coincidentally you ran into Thomas a lot more after that. Usually alone, and to that he’d usually greet you and say hi. After a specifically draining day, a frustrating one at that, he ran into you in the front door.

He rubbed his eyes, apologizing and then he started talking. Going off about something you honestly didn’t care much about. You liked hearing him talk. You didn’t mean to say it, but you did.

“Wanna talk about it? In my room.” It came out like word vomit, immediately embarrassed. You watched his eyes for a second, not even processing his nod.

You grabbed his hands pulling him up to your apartment, dragging him close behind you. His hand was big compared to yours, you weren’t surprised you had already noticed he was a lot taller than you.

Your anxiety kicked in when you struggled to unlock the door. Him peering over your neck, watching you struggle with your keys. You felt his lips brush your neck slightly, your panties dampening.

You flung your door open a little too excited, a small laugh leaving his lips. He followed you in, to which you immediately grabbed your alcohol off the shelf.

When you turned around, Thomas caught you off-guard, pressing his lips to yours. It was quick, aggressive a bit, which you assumed was probably from nerves. He was quick to shake his head and apologize.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He mumbles, looking down at his shoes. You examine his face, his expression. You hand him the full bottle of alcohol off your counter, to which he takes from you with ease. "Thanks--"

You pull him back down, pressing your lips harder to his than he had before. You threaded your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging on it making him groan into the kiss. He still held the bottle in his hand, but his free hand slid to your waist.

He had you pressed against your counter, nowhere to move. His tongue slid over your bottom lips, you parted your lips allowing him to slip it in. Pressing and sliding against your own making you moan softly into the kiss.

Thomas pulled away, taking a sip of the alcohol, furrowing his brows at the taste. He placed it back on the counter beside you, who was breathless and needy.

He tilted your chin back up, pulling you back into another heated kiss. Both hands now free, groping whatever he could. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue, his kiss was intoxicating.

His hand slid up your skirt, tracing the apex of your thighs. His fingers slowly slide up to the wet patch of your panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

"Thomas," You gasp, pulling away from the kiss. He trails down your jawline and neck, leaving soft wet kisses. He hums into your skin, hands pulling your waist closer to his body. "Wait--"

"What?" He was barely audible, too busy tainting your skin with his marks which you would certainly cover up the next day.

"l don’t know," You gasp, his tongue running over the mark he had just left. You feel him smile into your skin, a small laugh leaving his lips. His fingers sliding over your panties, pressing onto your clothed clit.

"Do you want me to stop?" He pulls away looking at your flustered face. His hand pulling away from the apex of your thighs, sliding up your waist and under your shirt.

“No,” You were too quick to answer, a small laugh leaving his lips. The way Thomas kissed you felt urgent, like he needed you now and he could’ve wait. And if you knew any better you would’ve known why.

You walked backwards to your bedroom, never breaking the hungry kiss. His hands were large, pulling at your waist. Your hand pulled back to push the door open further, backing into your small room. He turned you, pushing you against the white door, shutting it with your body weight.

You let out a soft moan as his knee slotted between your thighs, pressing into your clothed his. His hands travelled down to your hip, pulling your cunt harder onto his rough pants.

“Look at you, getting off on my thigh.” You whined at his words, a wet patch forming on the fabric of his pants.

“Thomas, I want you—“

“I know,” He mumbles against your lips. Thomas was usually quick when it came to sex, at least with the foreplay but he wanted to take it slow so bad. Talk you through it. “Don’t worry, gonna fuck you.”

“Now,” You move your head to the side to give him more room to mark your neck. His hand slides up to cradle your jaw, lips attacking your skin.

“Not yet,” His hot breath against your skin, lips pressing to your neck.

Thomas’ hands slid under your thighs, you jump up wrapped your legs around his waist, His fingers press into your skin, holding you up against him. Your arms wrap around his neck as he tosses you down on the mattress.

“Take off your clothes, okay?” You nod in reply and quickly pull off your skirt and panted as he pulls off his shirt. You pull off your own shirt, tossing it onto the hardwood floor next to his discarded clothes.

You look up to see Thomas, pulling off his pants leaving him in his tented boxers. You suddenly feel yourself getting hotter than before.

It was in a flash, he was on top of you, hot skin against yours. His hands pried your thighs apart then slid up to your bra clad chest. He slid his fingers under your bra while he nipped at your jaw. His glasses were still on and pressed into your skin

Your fingers slid up to pull his glasses off his face, to which he tried to resist. “I can’t see without those.”

“Shut up,” You cut him off with a kiss, fingers tangling in his brown hair. His glasses were held in your free hand, falling against the pillow beside you.

He broke the kiss, still brushing his plump lips against yours before speaking. “Put them on.”

You knew what he meant but you ignored him, pushing him on his back instead. You climbed onto his lap, your hands pushing him down against the mattress.

You placed his glasses on your face, they made your vision blurrier and you wanted to see him. You went to pull them off but he gripped your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face.

His cock twitched through the fabric of his boxers, you slowly grinded your hips in return. A small whimper left his lips, his eyes shut. You slid you hand up his body to his lips, your pointer finger slowly parting his lips.

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, parting his lips for you. You roll your hips again and you listen as another soft groan leaves his lip. You smiled, leaning down to press your lips to his. Deep in the kiss, your hands slide to slowly his boxers down allowing his cock to spring out.

Your lips parted at the sight of his hard cock, pre-cum drooling down the tip. His large hands slid up your waist and pulled you down onto his cock. Your wet folds sliding across his length .

“Want you inside,” You whined, nails gripping his chest. He bit back any noises, nodding at your request and let go of your hips. You bit your lip, positioning his tip at your entrance.

“What do you want?” He asked with a smirk, a little too amused for your own liking. You tried to sink down but he had a firm grip on yours hips stopping you.

“Please, need it.” You whine, trying against but his grip on your hips stopped you from it. You clenched your jaw in frustration at his lack of sympathy.

“Want me to fuck your pussy?” He asked with a small laugh, you scoffed in return.

“You’re too vulgar.”

“I’m about to be inside you, what type of vulgarity would you prefer?”

“Shut up—“ You didn’t get to finish before his hands were pulling your hips down, his tip pushing past your entrance. Your mouth fell agape and your eyes were shut closed. You whimpered at the slight sting, he was bigger than you expected.

“Yeah, take it like a slut.” He smirked, watching as he bottomed out, stretching your cunt wide open. God, he wished he had his glasses on to see how your cunt looked around him.

You didn’t noticed his hand fumbling onto the night table, grabbing your old camera you retired from taking photos. The flash made you squint through his glasses.

The small photo came up on the screen, your perfect body sitting on his cock, tits full and being held in his free hand. He was saving that for later. He put the camera back on the nightstand, hands trailing up to steal his glasses back but you grabbed his wrist.

“I don’t think so.” You swatted him away, adjusting his glasses on your face. Your vision still just as blurry as his own.

“I wanna see you.” He whined, leaning back on his elbows, squinting back at you.

“The photo for later wasn’t enough?” You tease.

“Come on, give me my glasses so I can fuck you.”

You pushed him back down on the bed, raising your hips before dropping them. A groan slipping from his lips as his head falls back on the pillow, bucking his hips up.

“Fuck me, Thomas.” You whined, grinding your clit into his pelvis. His nails dug into your hips leaving red crescent shaped marks. His lips were parted, head back as you rode him. "Please."

With that he flipped you onto your back, pressing your legs to your chest. The small room was filled with obscene noises and the slapping of skin. He thrusted his length into you harder, pulling you to meet his thrusts.

"Fucking begging for it," He grunted, his tip pressing into your sweet spot. Strained moans left your lips, despite your best effort to keep quiet. New York apartments had thin walls.

Your hand slapped against your mouth to muffle the loud moan that had just left your lips. His hand slid to your wrist, sloppily grabbing it and pinning it above your head.

"Don't hold back," He ordered, lips connecting to yours to swallow your moans and whines. His free hand travelled down from where he pinned your legs to your clit, pressing your sensitive bud.

"Fuck--" You moaned, the knot in your stomach tightening. His thumb rubbed your clit harshly, pressing his thumb hard against it. "So close."

"Come for me, baby." His lips brushed against yours, his saliva coating your kiss-swollen lips.

A gasp left your lips, then a strained whine. Your walls clenched around his cock, the knot coming undone. Your head thrown back against your pillow as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"Yeah baby, just like that. Come for me." His whispered into your skin, your hips bucking against his thrusts. He pressed soft kisses into your skin as you arched off the mattress. His hands travelled to the arch of your back, rubbing your spine. "So good for me."

You fell back to the mattress, soft whimpers leaving you between your pants. His hand left your sensitive clit instead holding your hips as he neared his own orgasm. Pulling out, his hot seed coating your thighs and stomach.

"Give me back my glasses, I wanna see that photo."

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #thomas webb #thomas webb smut #thomas webb x reader #thomas webb imagine #the only living boy in new york #callum turner smut #callum turner imagine

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ak-dolly · 1 month

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#callum turner #the boys in the boat #fantastic beats and where to find them #the only living boy in new york #fantastic beasts #girlblogger #girlblogging #tbitb #joe rantz #theseus scamander #thomas webb #aesthetic #movies

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taylormarieee · 1 month

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Stalker Thomas Webb

Summary: Your the new girl and you've just moved into this apartment in New York to get away from your parents and it seems you have a cute stalker...

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairings: Thomas Webb x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Thomas being a stalker, confrontation, suggestive throughout the entire fic, reader being a tease, Thomas being a needy boy, Thomas playing dumb/ hard to get, Mimi being jealous, almost smut...tehehe maybe part 2?

You were so happy to finally be free of the toxic relationships in your life. Your mom, your dad, and even your ex boyfriend. You were free, finally free.

You loved reading and writing and you felt as though you could achieve your passion, your goal to be a writer here in New York. Your mom never accepted it, a small town girl could never possibly make it big.

But you wanted to prove her wrong. You wanted your name in the paper and to be in interviews and to finally show them at you did mean something, that you had talent, that you actually had what it takes to be successful.

Yea, you were a small town girl but you were going to show them that small town girls can make it big! You finally got an apartment. Your apartment number was 2c. You were so happy.

You even made a friend. His name was Thomas. He lived in the Apartment two doors down from you. He was like you.

College dropouts, suckers for writing, lovers for books, you guys were destined to be friends.

But Thomas wanted something more. Even if he did just meet you 2 days ago, he wanted to feel every inch of your body on his body. He wanted you so close that your souls were touching.

He craved you, needed you. So whenever you went out, he went out as well. Constantly stalking and seeing what you were up too. But what Thomas didn't notice was that he wasn't exactly being sneaky or discreet about his stalking.

You constantly saw him and at first you just thought you guys were in the same place coincidently but then you started noticing him everywhere. Places he usually wouldn't be.

You found it quite cute because you wanted to be more than just friends with Thomas too! Yea, you guys have known each other for like 2 weeks now but he was incredibly attractive and you just wanted to suck the life out of him.

Prune him of every last drop of cum he has in his body. Make his dick twitch with overstimulation and anticipation. You wanted it badly but when was the right time?

Eventually when his stalking decided to get more frequent, you decided to confront him. You hid behind a wall waiting for him to turn the corner. When he did you jumped out with a "Boo!" and he stumbled back.

You began to laugh and his face got red. "Hey Thomas... why you stalking me, hmm?" you asked in the sweetest voice.

He's blushing heavily now, 'dammit you knew, he's screwed'.

"W-What do you mean y/n? I wasn't f-following you." He falters and you find it kinda cute. You smile at him and get closer to him. "Oh really? You've been following me for 2 and a half weeks now baby... why deny it? I'm not mad...I find it adorable actually."

He gulps and you can physically hear his heart beating. You get closer to him and your eyes rake up and down his body. A smirk creeps it's way onto his face as he questions, "Your not mad?" He asks.

You shake your head 'no' and he smiles even wider. "that's good. Was planning on doing it a lil longer." He says.

"Why stalk me when were neighbors. If you wanna fuck me just ask." You respond. His eyes grow wide at your statement. 'You caught him' he thought.

That's exactly what he wanted. For some reason he couldn't verbalize it with you. He wanted to make sure you weren't seeing anyone and now that his fear has been denied, he can have you all to himeself.

"What makes you think I wanna fuck you? Hmm?" He asks with a smirk on his face and it only grows wider when yours falters. You look around and shuffle nervously but then as you opened your mouth to say something, some girl turned the corner.

"Thomas, what's going on here?" She asks. She's short but maye the same height as you. Short black hair and melanin skin that glowed in the sunlight.

"Oh hey Mimi." He says breaking his eye contact away from you to face her. 'So this was mimi... the girl that couldn't get her fucking feelings straight,' you thought. She was pretty but Thomas deserved better in your opinion.

"Who are you? and Thomas what the hell!? You were supposed to meet me today at the cafe. I saw you walk by but you didn't come in so I decided to follow you." she says looking between you and Thomas.

"This is my new friend," he says introducing you by your name. "I'm hanging out with her. I totally forgot about the cafe today, my bad." He says.

You scoot a little closer to Thomas to let a woman pass by she mutters out an 'Excuse me' and you smile and gladly move out her way. You grab Thomas' hand to make sure that the lady didn't have to say it again.

Mimi's line of eyesight drops down and you notice your still holding Thomas's hand. You let go of his hand and smile at him. "Me and Nick broke up. Wanted to tell you that today..." She says looking everywhere but Me and Thomas.

"Did you?" He says looking dead at her. She looks up and makes eye contact with him. "Your supposed to be more excited than that. I broke up with him because I got into Croatia and I want you to come with me!" she says as we stand there.

You can tell she's fuming. It's like right out of a forbidden love story except there usually standing in the rain. Shes mad at you. feels as if you are taking Thomas away from her when he was her's first.

But she can't be mad when she blew it, she is the cause to this whole situation. Thomas wanted her. Badly, and she blew it.

"I have a confession to make." Thomas says. You are looking at Mimi but realize he's not looking at her. He's looking at you.

"I love you. I've loved you since the first time I saw you walk into your apartment. Since the first time we made eye contact I knew. I knew I needed to be with you. So I followed you. Everywhere. More than 2 and a half weeks. I followed you to find out what you liked and what your routine was." He confesses. Your heart swells and you smile.

"I know I seem weird and out of place and I probably sound like a complete creep but, I really do love you. I'm so in love with you that it hurts." He finishes his confession with a sigh and your smile only gets wider.

"I love you too Thomas. I've loved you since I first saw you grabing your mail and talking to that nice old man in 2b. I'm in love with you too Thomas Webb. So much I might cry cuz I felt like I couldn't have you because of her." You say motioning to mimi.

Mimi drops her head as she realizes she's too late. She confessed to Thomas and he found someone else. He really was a good man, guess it was just the right person at the wrong time.

You hug Thomas not wanting to kiss him in front of Mimi to make her feel bad. She says goodbye to Thomas before getting a cab.

He feels bad now but if she’s leaving she most likely won’t come back. He grabs your hand and you both start running towards your apartment as it did start to rain.

When you both got inside the apartment complex, you both laughed as you were both drenched due to the rain.

"I need you... god I've waited so long." Thomas confesses. Your eyes twinkle and you smile.

But you realize that this is all happening a little to fast. As much as you wanted to give into the throbbing between your legs, you needed a tiny bit of time to think.

Before you could answer he kisses you and pushes you against the door. Your hands find purchase on his chest. his muscles and abs being see through because of his wet shirt.

You kiss him back eagerly as you taste cherry on his lips. You break the kiss and suck on that sweet spot on his neck and jaw. Marking him as yours.

He moans in your ear as he lifts you up to straddle his waist. You lock lips with him again before realizing what you were going to say to him.

"T-Thomas baby, wait... wait a second." You say out of breath. He hums and looks at you. "W-What? what's wrong?"

"This is going a little too fast hmm? Lemme just think about this cause mimi is still plaguing my mind and I feel bad. I want you so badly but let's freshen up and come over later tonight yea... to finish what we started ok?" You say with a little smirk on your face.

You kiss him one more time before adjusting his glasses and kissing his nose. He smiles and slaps your ass before he makes his way to the door.

"Your lucky I love you... I'll wait just a little longer for you." He says before smiling and closing the door. You giggle to yourself and make your way to your bedroom.

Oh how you longed to see him again... feel him just one more time...

Taglist: @emmaafinchh @dustbunniess @willyoubemycherryy

#thomas webb #callum turner fanfiction #callum turner #callum turner imagine #thomas webb x reader #the only living boy in new york

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willyoubemycherryy · 25 days

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➯ 𝟜 & 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒆𝒃𝒃 𝒙 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓...♡︎

𝒯ℴ𝓅 𝒷𝒶𝒷ℯ𝓈 𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃．．．@missusnora @eymie @eleanorbaybars @b1mb0slvt @luvlydeja ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

❥𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: *deep ass breaf😂😂* 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ’𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬’🤭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡^𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐥, 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐟 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤!𝐧𝐤, 𝐧!𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠-, 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩v𝐬𝐬𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐡3𝐠𝐚𝐨, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 ✪𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧😇 ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴇɴᴛ@ɪ

“𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒. 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚...𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒..“

How you two made it up to your apartment without giving up and fucking on the stairwell is truly a mystery, but one that you can’t bother to solve now.

“Just so you know, I’m clean. But if you want-“

“I’m clean too, and birth control so we’re good”.

Covering all the bases immediately as Thomas has your dress halfway off before you even manage to open the door all the way, distracted by the heat of his firm wandering hands and mouth, you almost forget to shut it as Thomas slides his fingers between your thighs. Hissing at how you were even wetter now, he bites a spot on your neck near your pulse, soothing the sting with his hot tongue and you moan desperately.

“You’re like a dream, baby. Want you so bad”, he murmurs against your lips, looking into your lidded eyes.

You were almost alarmed at how bad you wanted him. Your blood felt like fire as the intensity of your arousal rushes it through your body. Reaching up you hold the back of his head, biting your lip at the shiver you feel run up his spine when you rake your nails across the short hairs at his nape.

“Yeah? You want me gorgeous? How do you want me?” The seductive purr of your voice turns into a gasp when you feel him start to play with your clit. Massaging the swollen bundle of nerves in firm, smooth circles, furrowing his brows as your slick drips all over his hand, forehead on yours as he moans into your open mouth.

“I want you in every way I can take you. I want you at places with me. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to echo in your head the way you echo through mines”, panting into each other’s mouths, Thomas goes faster, looking into your teary eyes that practically have hearts in them now.

You whine when he slows down, trying to cum and catch your breath long enough to tell him you do like him back and that you’d love to be his girlfriend but the slow back and forth between your wet pussy lips sends jolts of electricity through you with each swipe and it’s slowly chipping away at your restraint to not destroy him. Horny inevitably wins as you jump on him, whining at his hands gripping your ass.

“Do you want me too?” He whispers softly into your chest, breath warm against your hard nipples.

Swallowing your whimpers as Thomas rolls his body into you, the friction of the fabric threatening to finish you.

“Yes. God, yes. I want you so much it’s killing me, I’ll be your girlfriend, whatever you wan-“, cutting you off with his full lips on yours, Thomas bounces you against the hardness his clothed cock as he speeds to your room.

Dropping you on the bed, he strips as fast as his adrenaline allows; kneeling between your legs, he settles on top of you once he’s naked all before you even get a chance to see his pretty cock.

Kissing down your chest to your nipples, sucking hard on the stiff peaks and stuffing 3 of his fingers into your sloppy hole, fucking you as he curls them up. Obscenities spill from your mouth at the pleasure flushing over your body, crying out as that familiar creeping heat began to engulf your pussy.

“W-wait, I wanna make you feel good too…”

You take his fingers out and bring them to your lips, giving Thomas your best “fuck me” eyes as you take them in your mouth, sucking your juices off.

Thomas feels his cock jump when the tips of his fingers hit the back of your throat as you moan around a gag before taking them out, dragging them on your tongue as they went.

You were such a sexy little tease.

Pulling back completely, he spreads your legs even wider with his hands underneath the crooks of your knees, staring down at your soaked private parts. Wetness seeping out of you and he sucks his teeth, throwing his head back as he slid his cock between your sopping wet pussy lips, closing your legs as he slid back and forth.

You moan in unison at how good it felt, his fat tip nudged your clit with every stroke and you just kept getting wetter, dripping down your ass at this point.

“Mmm! F-fuck me please~ cmon, ruin me…can’t wait anymore-!”

The kiss he gives you is mostly tongue before he spreads your legs once again, smacking your clit with his length.

“I know…I know you how bad you want my fat cock spearing your desperate hole open…”

The words sent a shock right through your body as if lightning had struck you. You cry out, trying your best to roll your hips up into his to seek out that delicious friction, but you couldn’t find it.

And then you looked down at his crotch, heart stopping when you saw the sheer size of his member. It was at least eight inches plus three-fingers thick. Your clit twitched at the sight.

“I need-“,

“You’re my shameless little thing, aren’t you?” Thomas purred, positioning his cock at your soaking entrance and licking his lips, just barely applying pressure.

You looked especially good underneath him, debauched and pretty; begging while letting him have you so eagerly.

“Breathe okay? Gonna make this pretty cunt feel so good”, was the only warning you got before you were being stuffed full of his dick. Color smeared glossed mouth dropping open in a silent scream at the sheer burn of the stretch, making you lock up as you suddenly cum. Groaning from how you suddenly tighten and coat his cock in more of your cream, Thomas looked down at you and your dazed, mascara smeared blown eyes, wet puffy lips, and can’t resist pulling his hips back, fucking you in earnest.

Railing you so good that it has you producing the most depraved sounds you didn’t even think were possible.

You were so fucking tight and so goddamn wet that he was starting to get a bit delirious as he took a handful of your hair and pulled your head back to expose your neck, licking and sucking feverishly at the sensitivity skin while you twitched n gushed around his fat cock.

A carnal melody of mindless squeals, lustful grunts, and the wet sucking sounds of thrusting flesh echoed out through the space, letting anyone who passed your door know exactly what was going on. Blue eye roll in pleasure while your wails of ‘m gonna cum’ ‘gonna make me cum’ were music to his ears.

“That’s it. That’s my perfect sweet girl…lettin’ me have you like this. All mine, yeah?” he cooed, the grip on your waist bruising as he thrusted in and out of your swollen cunt.

Heat began to coil tightly in the pit of your stomach as you tensed and wailed for him. Goosebumps breaking out all along your arms, your legs, the back of your neck. You were close, so close to coming…

“Aah-! A-all yours!” You warble out through watery bleating moans, gasping while you creep closer to paradise.

Feeling you tighten around him sent shivers up Thomas’s spine despite the heat of the room. Your pussy was perfect, whining throatily from your slick walls choking his cock, submerging it in molten juices as you took every inch, back arching with a string of whined curses as slammed into your sopping cunt even harder. Desperately needing to cum with you.

Watching his eyes roll into the back of his head with a filthy groan, you feel him grow inside of you; ridiculously deep, the outline of his cock is visible right below your bellybutton, Thomas blindly reaches down to your swollen clit smacking it wetly in time with his thrusts and within seconds, you’re stiffening, seizing and screaming around his cock as you cum harder than you ever had before.

Eyes fluttering to the back of your skull, tongue falling out, your mind goes completely blank from your orgasm.

The wet squelches as you got so tight, Thomas couldn’t move. Gasping with a guttural moan as his own orgasm is set off by the pulsating suction of your drooling cunt. Hot cum spills into you as Thomas leans down to suck on your tongue like a pacifier while you milk his cock.

It takes a while for you two to come down. Thomas does before you, kissing over your face sweetly and running his hands all over you as he slips out, moaning at the filth of your combined fluids.

You open your eyes and even though you’re tired as fuck, you’re all smiles. Wrapping your arms around his neck to cuddle him sleepily as he grins against your lips.

Blissed out, you mumble for him to “stay the night”, yawning as you get comfortable. Ready to nap and sort out the details and perks of your new relationship later.

“I’ll stay…but you need to go pee, baby”. He whispers softly, smoothing the back of his fingers down the side of your face.

“Hmm. No thank you.”

Tightening your legs around him, you close your eyes. To you it didn’t matter since he’d more than likely cum inside you again within the next 24 hours.

“Angel, you have to go. I came inside you so-“

“I know, I was there and it felt amazing pretty boy”, Thomas blushes at that, pushing his glasses up as he tries to convince you,

“So you need to pee so you don’t get an infection. C’mon, I’ll even carry you.”

“Say please?” Cheeky.

“Normally I would…if I was asking but I’m telling you, Doll.”

“Okay okay”, tightening your arms around his neck, Thomas pushes the covers back and lifts you, making his way to your bathroom.

He feels a little nervous being so exposed after sex but good too. Euphoria buzzing through him as you hold his hand from where you’re sitting.

“Okay I can take it from here big boy. Go get comfortable, I’ll be back after I clean up a bit, I’m sure I look questionable.”

Shaking his head, you were never anything less than otherworldly to him.

“Not at all, you’re always pretty. But I’ll be here okay? I won’t leave.” He really was too sweet, reassuring you like that. You smile at him warmly, waving him down so you can kiss real quick before he turns to go.

“I’m borrowing your clothes, by the way.”

“If you and your horse can fit any of them”, laughing as he gasps and pretends to clutch his pearls.

“We’ll see about that miss missy!” Closing the door, you’re left pleasantly sore and grinning.

You liked him so much. You liked Thomas and he knew and liked you back and now you’re his girlfriend. Suppressing a squeal, you pee and clean up as fast as you can while trying to mentally recount everything that just went down.

You were dating your gorgeous nerd neighbor who has mad dick and damn why didn’t you move to New York sooner?

Washing your hands, removing the smudged parts of your eye makeup and applying some tinted lip balm, you fix your hair and go back to your room.

Thomas is standing there in his boxer briefs holding a “Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure” shirt, seemingly one of the few big enough to fit him. He looks up and curses when he sees you’re still naked. Licking his lips as you slowly walk up to him.

“Ha! I told you so…now let’s go to bed.”

Hypnotized, he drops the shirt and gets under the covers with you after turning off the light, pulling you on top of him, his arms around your waist as you get comfortable again, yawning blearily.

Turning your head up, you take off his glasses, putting them on the nightstand next to your bed, pressing generous kisses all over his pretty face, cooing as you go.

He was positive now that he might be falling in love.

Kissing you back just as tenderly one more time, you rest your head against his chest, eyes slipping shut with his as his deep voice resonates through the dark room,

“Goodnight Doll….I really like you.”

“Goodnight boyfriend. I really like you too.”

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Fateful Meetings

Thomas Webb x Reader

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Hello! This is something I wrote up the other night cause I feel there isn't a whole lot about Callum Turner. This is just an intro and if you guys like it I will write more! Enjoy.

A knot of anxiety tightened in the pit of your stomach as the soft morning light poured through your apartment's transparent drapes and spread across the space. You had decided to meet up with your ex-boyfriend today, and while you were excited about the possibility, you were also worried.The nerves were unshakeable. And if things went wrong? What if you felt exposed and raw because old wounds reopened? You felt a mixture of excitement and fear at the prospect of confronting your history. You grabbed the bag tremblingly and made your way toward the door, each step felt more difficult than the last. You took a deep breath and ventured out onto Manhattan's busy streets, ready to take on whatever the day might bring. Even with all of your anxiety, there was a glimmer of optimism that perhaps, just possibly, this encounter would provide the closure you had been longing for.

You rounded the corner, lost in thought, only to crash into someone coming from the opposite direction. Your bag and other items fell to the ground, and you let out a startled gasp, your heart racing as you struggled to regain your balance. "I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, crouching down to gather your fallen belongings, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. A stranger knelt beside you, offering a friendly smile as he helped collect the scattered books. "No worries, happens to the best of us," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. As you reached for a stray book, your fingers brushed against his, sending a strange jolt of electricity through you. You looked up, meeting the stranger's gaze, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. "Thomas," he introduced himself, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Nice to meet you, Thomas," you replied, returning the smile, though your heart still raced from the unexpected encounter.You packed up your things and headed to the coffee shop nearby, memories of the unexpected encounter with Thomas still circling around in your thoughts. The smell of freshly ground beans wafted through the door, a soothing reminder of the familiar scent that still danced in your stomach. Your ex was already there, seated at a corner table, their gaze fixated on their phone as they waited for you. As you approached, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over you—nostalgia mingled with apprehension, memories of both laughter and heartache flooding your mind. With a forced smile, you greeted them, sliding into the seat opposite theirs. The air between you crackled with unspoken words, a silent tension that hung heavy in the space between you.

"Hey, it's been a while," you greet him as you meet up, trying to keep your voice steady. "Yeah, it has. Thanks for meeting up," he responds casually. The conversation continues, the usual pleasantries exchanged, but there's an underlying tension you can't shake. Finally, unable to hold it back any longer, you ask him, "Why did you even bring me here? If all you wanted was to check in, why did you make it seem like there was something more?" His expression falters, caught off guard by your question. "I... I didn't mean to mislead you. I genuinely just wanted to make sure you were okay," he stammers, apologetic. You shake your head, unable to hide the hurt in your voice. "It's just... it's hard, you know? To see you and not feel like there's still something between us. And then to find out that there isn't... it hurts." He's at a loss for words, realizing the impact of his actions. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize... I'll leave you alone. Goodbye," he murmurs, before walking away, leaving you feeling more confused and hurt than ever. As you gather your things, a heaviness settles in your chest, and you wonder if closure will ever come, knowing you need to find the strength to move on from what could have been. As you stepped out onto the bustling city streets, the weight of the conversation with your ex still heavy on your mind, your phone buzzed in your pocket, interrupting the tumultuous thoughts swirling within you. With a sigh, you pulled it out to see your best friend's name flashing on the screen. "Hey," you answered, trying to sound more composed than you felt. "Hey, are you free tonight?" your friend's voice came through the line, laced with excitement. You hesitated, the events of the day leaving you feeling drained and emotionally spent. The last thing you wanted was to put on a brave face and pretend like everything was okay. But then again, maybe a night out with your best friend was exactly what you needed—a chance to escape the weight of your thoughts and lose yourself in the simple pleasures of the present moment."Yeah, I think I could use a distraction," you admitted reluctantly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips."Great! I'll swing by your place in a couple of hours. Get ready for a night to remember!" your friend exclaimed. With a newfound sense of anticipation, you hung up the phone and headed back to your apartment, the promise of a night out with your best friend offering a glimmer of light in the darkness. Maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the reset button you needed—a chance to leave the worries of the past behind and embrace the joy of the present.

You found yourself standing in front of the mirror, struggling with a whirlwind of contradictory feelings as the evening approached and the possibility of spending the night out with your best friend grew closer. You were feeling uneasy about the day's events and your head was still spinning from the encounter with your ex. A nagging thought of your brief interaction with Thomas earlier in the day crept into the corners of your mind as you started getting ready, carefully applying makeup and choosing the perfect dress. His name stirred feelings you'd tried to push under the surface of the evening's distractions, resonating in your mind like a whisper on the wind. However, you soon dismissed the concept, telling yourself there was little to no chance of ever seeing him again. Considering the size of New York City, the likelihood of a coincidental meeting on the streets was minimal at most. You gave a resolute shake of your head to drive away any thoughts of Thomas and bring your attention back to the task at hand. It was a night to let go of the past and embrace the present, with your best friend by your side. As your best friend's taxi pulled up outside your apartment building, you felt a surge of excitement mingled with apprehension. Rushing out to meet her, you greeted her with a warm smile, the events of the day momentarily pushed to the back of your mind as you embraced the promise of the night ahead. "Hey, thanks for picking me up," you said, sliding into the back seat of the taxi beside her."No problem at all! Ready for a fun night out?" she replied, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Definitely," you answered, the corners of your lips turning up into a grin. "It's been a long day, but I'm ready to let loose." As the taxi merged into the flow of traffic, the two of you engaged in light-hearted small talk, discussing everything from work gossip to weekend plans. The hum of the city buzzed around you, a comforting backdrop to the easy camaraderie you shared with your friend. Before you knew it, the taxi pulled up outside a cozy-looking jazz bar, its neon sign casting a warm glow against the evening sky. The sound of live music spilled out onto the sidewalk, beckoning you inside with promises of soulful melodies and lively atmosphere. "Here we are!" your friend exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice as she paid the fare and stepped out onto the sidewalk.You followed suit, a sense of anticipation building in the pit of your stomach as you made your way towards the entrance of the bar.

As you and your best friend settled onto the barstools, the soft glow of the jazz bar enveloping you, you couldn't help but feel grateful for her comforting presence. Ordering a round of cocktails, you took a moment to savor the lively atmosphere and the anticipation of the night ahead."So, spill the tea," your best friend exclaimed, leaning in with a mischievous grin. "How did the conversation with your ex go?" You took a deep breath, knowing that your best friend was never one to mince words. "It was... okay, I guess," you replied, swirling the ice in your glass. "He just wanted to check in and make sure there were no hard feelings." Your friend's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Seriously? That's it?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with incredulity. "After everything he put you through, that's all he has to say?" You shrugged, feeling a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Yeah, pretty much. But I guess it's for the best," you replied, trying to keep your tone light. Your best friend shook her head, her expression one of fierce determination. "You deserve so much better than that," she declared, her voice ringing with conviction. "You deserve someone who sees your worth and treats you like the queen you are." You couldn't help but smile at her words, feeling a warmth spread through you at the unwavering support of your best friend. Raising your glasses in a silent toast, you clinked them together with a sense of solidarity. "To better days and finding someone who truly deserves you," your friend proclaimed, her eyes sparkling with determination. "To better days," you echoed. As you clinked glasses with your best friend, the vibrant energy of the jazz bar pulsed around you, filling the air with a sense of anticipation and excitement. With a shared grin, your friend grabbed your hand and led you towards the small area where people were swaying to the rhythm of the live band. But as you followed her, your gaze inadvertently drifted towards the entrance, and there, amidst the dimly lit crowd, you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. It was him—Thomas, the man you had bumped into earlier on the street. And to your surprise, he was looking right back at you. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as your eyes met, the connection crackling with an unspoken electricity that sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze was intense, unwavering, as if drawn to you by some unseen force. As the realization of the moment sunk in, a jolt of nervous energy coursed through you, your heart pounding in your chest. What were the odds of running into him again, especially in a city as vast as New York? But before you could gather your thoughts, your best friend tugged on your hand, pulling you towards the dance floor with an excited grin. "Come on, let's dance!" she exclaimed, oblivious to the brief exchange you had just shared. With a fleeting glance back at Thomas, you allowed yourself to be swept away by the music and the infectious energy of the crowd.

As the music swirled around you, you and your best friend danced with abandon, the infectious energy of the jazz band filling the air with an undeniable sense of joy. But as she twirled off to chat with a handsome stranger she'd just met, you found yourself drifting towards the bar, craving the solace of a quiet moment amidst the lively chaos of the club. As you leaned against the polished wood, waiting for the bartender to notice you, a gentle tap on your shoulder caused you to turn around. And there he stood—Thomas, the man whose gaze had lingered in your mind since your chance encounter earlier in the day. "Hey," he said, his voice soft yet filled with an unmistakable intensity. "Hi," you replied, your heart fluttering with a mixture of nerves and curiosity. "Crazy meeting you here." "Yeah, what are the odds?" he chuckled, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that sent a shiver down your spine.As the two of you fell into an easy conversation, the noise of the bar faded into the background, leaving only the sound of your voices and the steady beat of your heart. It was as if the rest of the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you in this moment, suspended in time.

"So, how was your day?" Thomas asked, his gaze soft yet filled with an underlying intensity. You hesitated for a moment, surprised by the genuine interest in his eyes. "It was... eventful, to say the least," you replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I ran into my ex earlier, and let's just say it was more awkward than I anticipated." Thomas nodded, a sympathetic expression crossing his features. "I know the feeling," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "My day wasn't exactly sunshine and rainbows either. I found out that my dad is cheating on my mom, and I... I confronted the other woman." Your heart went out to him, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. "I'm so sorry," you murmured, reaching out to touch his hand in a gesture of comfort. "That sounds incredibly difficult." Thomas offered you a grateful smile, his eyes meeting yours with a sense of vulnerability that took your breath away. "Thanks," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's been a rough day, but talking to you somehow makes it feel a little bit better." You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, a sense of connection blossoming between you like a fragile flower in the darkness. It was strange, this inexplicable bond that had formed between two strangers in the span of a single conversation, but somehow it felt right. Eventually Thomas had ordered you a drink and once you both finished your drinks, he glanced towards the corner of the jazz club, where a vintage photo booth stood, invitingly lit. With a charming smile, he suggested, "Hey, want to check out that photo booth?" Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you nodded eagerly, saying, "I’m always up for a good photoshoot." You both made your way over to the booth, anticipation building with each step. As you stepped inside the cozy space, the curtain closed behind you, cocooning you two in privacy. “Okay what should we do first?” He asks “There's no fun in planning it, I'll just hit start and we will figure it out” you say Laughing, you two tried out different poses, capturing candid moments of joy and connection. The camera flashed, freezing your smiles and laughter in timeless snapshots. As the last photo was about to be taken, Thomas locked eyes with you, a flicker of something intense passing between us. Without breaking the gaze, he slowly lowered his gaze to your lips, a silent question lingering in the air. And in that moment, as if drawn by an irresistible force, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours. Time seemed to stand still as you guys shared a tender, electric kiss in the dimly lit confines of the photo booth, the world outside fading away into insignificance.

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― C A L L U M T U R N E R ❁

♡ M A S T E R L I S T ―

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- 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻 ☁✿

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inmyownfantasywrld · 3 months

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callum turner in the only living boy in new york 🤲

#i hope these are all the same film #callum turner #thomas webb #the only living boy in new york #masters of the air #MOTA #bucky #god i love him #im obsessed

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My mannnnnnn❤️‍🩹💓

#my man <3 #callum turner x reader #callum turner fanfiction #callum turner #thomas webb

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❥𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕎𝕖𝕓𝕓 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 🎀𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕣🎀𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥_𝟛 ! @eymie @eleanorbaybars @missusnora

! THIS IS LONG ! (also it is an x reader but I use my name because y/n annoys me)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐱𝐎𝐱𝐎: 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚, 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐬*𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧 !! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧🤭 !! ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

“𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒．．. 𝑠ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛, 𝑚𝑦 𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.✩🜚•．”

.. *.•’’.*.•. . *.•’’.*.•.

After you and Thomas's hangout on the roof a few nights ago, you can’t wait for him to knock on your door. When he does though, it’s not for the reason you expect but it is just as fun.

“Hiya, I know this is last minute but my father is throwing this big top circus party and I wanted to know if you would be my plus one,” he pushes the words out with a charming smile at the end, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

As if you’d ever say no to him.

“Are you asking me on a date, Thomas?“

Pushing off the doorway, you pull him in closer by his belt loop. Looking up at him through your lashes.

He swallows hard. If he looks down, its over for him. The sight of your pretty hands that close to his dick, all your softness pressed against him is making him lose focus. And why did you always smell so damn good??? Heart-rate speeding up, Thomas feels his neck heat up because please don't say his name like that but at the same time, he's elated by your immediate interest.

“Y-yeah. But it won't be a ’just us’ date because of all the people there“, You smile at him adoringly while he talks. It makes him nervous but he continues. “Still, I'd love for you to come…and with me.”

Your heart skips a beat at the shift in his tone, eyes flitting down to his lips. Seeing the want in your eyes does it as Thomas pulls you closer, one hand on your back and the other on your waist before lowering his head and kissing you sweetly.

Sighing into his mouth, you kiss him back. It doesn’t last long though before Thomas pulls away.

“Sorry, I need to stay focused.”

Wow.

Laughing, you didn’t expect that but it’s cute. He’s cute. More than cute actually.

“I distract you?” You purr running your hands up his chest, lacing them behind his neck. Thomas groans and physically has to shake himself out of it.

“Stop. I just need you to be ready when I come back to pick you up.”

Ohhh say less.

You already have a dress in mind.

“Alright sexy, I’ll be ready for you”, voice suggestive as you tease him. You know you shouldn’t but you honestly can��t help it.

Rolling his eyes, Thomas swiftly nips you under your jaw. Feeling his cock swell up at your breathy gasp.

“Behave.” He growls in your ear and you’re immediately wet, trying not to whine as the throbbing in your core starts with a vengeance.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry~”. You give in faster than you ever have because whatever he says and you two don’t have time for you to push his buttons.

Both your pupils are blown as Thomas reluctantly steps back, tension electrifying the air around you. Shaking his head, Thomas takes a deep breath because if he stays that close to you any longer with you looking, smelling, and sounding the way you did…you’d end up on hands and knees, tongue lolling out of your mouth scream crying while he wore you out.

With your body tingling, you struggle to get back on track.

“So when is the thing?”

“8.”

What?

“ITS ALREADY 6:57!” Shrieking at the time, you start pushing him in the direction of the stairs. That leaves you with only an hour to get ready.

Apparently it’s funny too, Thomas laughing while letting you push him.

“I’m going, m’going, but I’ll be back”, he yells from the end of the hall. You smack your ass and shoot him the peace sign, running back into your apartment.

Heading to your room, you resist the urge to laugh evilly because tonight? Oh you plan to show out like a Cartier watch on Thomas’s wrist.

You honestly don’t know how there aren’t girls pounding down his door but you’ll take the invitation.

And one, tight glittery indigo dress that pushes your titties up to the ceiling, prettily curled updo, peep-toe heels, full beat with plumping lip gloss, perfume and clutch later; you are ready to go.

Passing the mirror to get your phone stops you in your tracks.

You look so good you would fuck yourself.

But that pleasure of that will be all Thomas’s.

There’s a knock on your door and fighting a grin, you rush to open it.

Thomas doesn’t say anything as he takes you in. There are no words. You were already stunning but this? It was giving ‘love of his life’. The dress made it seem like you were born from heavens glow, the first and only of your kind; the true angel of night. Your hair was simply wonderful, your makeup dark and soft at the same time made you look even more hypnotizing then you normally were.

Yeah. He’s in love.

He loses the plot more the longer he stares at you. Noticing the contrast of your pink painted toes with your heels, how delicious your tits look pressed together in your glimmering dress.

He’s so gone he doesn’t even catch the look you’re giving him.

That goddamn suit needed to go. It was a wonder how all men suddenly ceased to ever exist when Thomas showed up to your door in that suit.

The dark, neat pressed inseam of the entire fit made him look taller than he already was, the white collar seemed to be daring you to smear your lipgloss all over it and him. His cologne almost had you reconsidering what kind of date this was going to be; it smelled that good. Warm, rich spiced and creamy.

He was just so fine.

You liked him bad to the point where you could stare at him for lifetimes and never tire of his face.

“Ready to go gorgeous?” Speaking up, you break the silence with your voice.

Thomas’s breath hitches at your tone. God, when you talked to him like that.

“That’s actually supposed to be my line. It’s just…you look absolutely delightful.” Suddenly it’s 10 times hotter, his eyes burning you as they slowly rake down your body.

He extends his hand and you take it, stepping out into his space as he breathes you in. “Yeah, we won’t be staying long. C’mon.” Leading you to the stairs with a hand on your naked back, ignoring your gasp.

The only time people leave a good party with free drinks and catering is to shake some sheets.

Thomas opens the door of the taxi waiting outside for you and gets in after. You don’t remember if the ride was short or long since you two were too busy eye-fucking each other the whole time.

The car eventually stops in front of a grand white building with people as dressed to the nines as you come in and out.

Getting out, you loop your arm through his while you walk in. Classical music hits your ears as you smile up at him. Already feeling dangerous.

“Let’s have some fun before we blow this popsicle stand.”

He smiles back just as deviously, to your delight. “I thought I told you to behave?” Teasing, he does fully plan to have fun..

Leaning up to his ear, “maybe I’ll need some convincing”, you whisper. Feeling him tense as you suck his earlobe before pulling away.

Taking a deep breath so he doesn’t bend you over the nearest table, he leads you through the ball, nodding at all his parents established friends.

“That’s good. I’m told I can be very persuasive.” Flicking his eyebrow up, looking down at you. Biting your lip, excitement buzzes through you, looking away from him to scan the room.

It’s dazzling. Everything sparkles from the chandeliers on the high ceilings to the light fixtures and paintings on the wall. Shiny marble floors, people serving drinks, exclusive tables and more. There’s so much to process that you can see how it would quickly become overwhelming. You feel only slightly out of place here since you’re just a bartender but it’s fine. You’re here to be Thomas’s plus one and then some and help him look even yummier while you’re at it.

“Thomas, dear! Lovely you came! Ooh, and with such a darling girl!” An older woman with short hair approaches you two with a large smile, talking excitedly.

You feel Thomas loop your arm through his tighter as he introduces you.

“Yes, I told you I’d make it. This is D.W, Doll, this is my mother, Judith Webb.” Mom. You see the resemblance.

She nods at you approvingly, pulling you down into a quick one armed hug.

“Wonderful! If you don’t mind, what does D.W stand for?” Thomas knows and tries not to grin because you told him that it was your secret villain origin story.

“Oh, I don’t mind. It’s abbreviation for my full name. Dollette Watson. My mother was born in the 60’s and my name is proof.” She laughs at that and you smile back, she seems nice enough. But then again she’d probably had a flute of champagne or two.

“It’s darling! Very pretty name indeed! It was lovely meeting you, you are much better than the other one. Thomas dear, don’t be a stranger; we are a family,” she trails off while your eyebrows shoot up and Thomas tenses beside you. The other one? Hell.

“But go, go! Enjoy the night! I hope to know you better soon, my darling girl.” And then she’s gone, mingling with the other richies. Wow. Turning to Thomas, amused as hell as you wonder aloud.

“The other one?” Thomas whines as he answers you.

“She’s talking about Mimi. She never really liked her. Said something about her felt cheap.” Well damn.

Nodding your head as he continues, “you made her laugh which is good, she already likes you since you’re beautiful, but she’s eccentric, but I’d be fine even if she didn’t like you. Because I like you.” Your heart feels warm at that as you meet him in a light kiss. Pulling away, you stare softy into each other’s eyes. Grinning and like-sick.

Through the night, you drink and mingle with the people that come up to you two but never leave his side. Noticing various eyes on you but not paying them any mind as you sparkle next to him. You seem to get along with everyone, he notices. Charming and amusing, everyone that talks to you is enamored. He’s never felt better at this kind of thing. Having you with him felt so naturally comforting, and even happier that you were having as good a time as he was. He saw the staring, heard the whispers centered around you and tried not to let the ego get into his head but it felt too good.

Yeah. You were with him.

The only hitch so far had been a very short interaction with his father. Where you had been so clipped and sharp that it made him wince. It was obvious that you didn’t like him, pulling Thomas away first to an empty table.

“What a prick. Anyways, I’m gonna go get some of the tiramisu. Want some?” Thomas smiled but shook his head.

“You’re the only sweet I’m interested in eating tonight.” Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you try to fight the blushing smile. The alcohol loosening his tongue was dangerous.

Leaning across the table, you kiss him firmly, biting his lip as you pull away.

“You; are gonna get yourself in trouble, Mr. Thomas Webb.” He just licks his lips and replies lazily, “I sure hope so.” Leveling his heated gaze with yours for a second before you walk off to the desserts.

You’re deciding if you want more than tiramisu when you hear someone behind you.

“So you’re the mystery girl everyone is talking about. The one that came with Thomas, yes?”

When you turn around, you have to actively fight the lip curl of disgust.

Johanna.

You had heard a lot about the bitch tainting your air that stood before you. She was pretty, but Thomas was right. She was no you. Raising one of your perfectly done brows, you nod at her.

“Yes, I am. Funny you should think me a mystery when I for one, have never heard of you…?” You see the bitter trickle into her expression as she smiles tightly.

“Right. I’m Johanna.”

Thomas is wondering what’s taking you as he scans the room. Heart stopping as he sees you and her talking. He can’t get up fast enough, rushing to your side before there’s blood.

“Thomas, nice of you to join us. I was just conversing with your guest. Very charming, I can see how she’s caused such a stir.” He nods, beginning to sweat once he sees the look on your face.

“Naturally, though guest isn’t quite the word I’d use. Thomas and I are way past that.”

Oh boy.

“Oh? I work with his father and I don’t recall him bringing up Thomas here seeing anyone new.”

“I’m sure you do ‘work’ for the old bastard. But why would he? There’s a difference between what’s your job and what’s your business, Jocelyn.”

Oh boy.

“It’s Johanna.”

“Right. I’m usually better at names, it might be because you’re so familiar”.

Ouch.

The air is all electric as you fire off every backhanded statement that comes to mind. It’s honestly kinda hot.

“Where did you two meet?” She’s irritated, almost green as she tries to hide her disdain of you.

“We live in the same building.” You say as a matter of factly.

“Ah, so you must be very close then?”

“Of course. Exclusiveness with each other really helps with that too, Jackelope.”

Her mouth drops open at your jab and just what you’re insinuating, eyes snapping up at Thomas who is pointedly looking everywhere but there.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you two any longer then. Nice seeing you Thomas and Doll.”

Ha. Of course she already knew your name.

“We wouldn’t want that either”. Agreeing snidely as you pull Thomas along with you.

“It was the dogs bollocks meeting you John Cena!” You shout back, mocking her English accent with a cheeky smile, enjoying the angry red embarrassment on her face.

Thomas couldn’t keep it together if he tried. Incredulous laughter joining yours while you take him to the floor with the other couples to slow dance.

You loop your arms behind his head as his hands find themselves on your lower back. Skin warm as he holds you close, swaying you gently.

“I let you out of my sight for 2 minutes…” he trails off like he’s annoyed but the grin on his lips says otherwise as you giggle and shake your head.

“She started it. That’s a sneaky bitch if I ever met one. Even talks like she’s looking to start some problem.”

He hums in understanding because that’s the exact same thing he felt when he first spoke to her.

“Mhmm, but you handled it.” Leaning down to nose at your neck, giving you goosebumps, voice a low purr.

Shuddering in a breath, you let that feeling wash over you.

“Yeah?”

His touch is searing as his hands trail further down, grabbing the fat of your ass. Mouth dropping open in a needy whine.

“Yes. Looked so sexy with that attitude”. Growling against your mouth, blue eyes staring intensely into yours.

Fuck.

Looking up at him through you lashes, you pull him down to kiss wetly at his jaw up to his ear. Eyes slipping closed, biting his lip as heat slots through him with each move of your glossy mouth.

“I’m so soaked for you…kinda makes me wish I wore panties.” It takes a minute for him to realize what you said, eyes snapping open when he does.

In that same instant, he’s dragging your impishly grinning self off the dance floor. Passing everything and everyone to the most secluded area there, slamming you against the wall as he tongue kisses you so deeply that you struggle to keep up. Panting as he pulls away, dropping to his knees pushing your dress up and shit. You really weren’t wearing any panties. Kissing hotly all over your lower stomach, he loses himself.

You were so wet that slick absolutely coated your pussy lips, swollen clit peeking out of its hood, all while you dripped down your thighs. Licking it up, Thomas groaned at the taste of you.

“Jesus, doll…”

His face buried itself deep between your thighs, the pressure of his nose against you makes heat rise in your chest.

Moaning as he licks a fat stripe through your engorged pussy lips, lifting your leg over his shoulder while devours you.

One hand shoots to his hair and the other to your mouth to stop the scream from the back of your throat as he sucks your pulsing clit into his hot mouth. Humming into you, the concentrated vibrations make you choke on your gasps. Feeling so hot you can hardly stand it.

“T-Thomas, h-haah-!” Your whiny moans break off to a screech when you feel his fingers join and caress your walls; massaging upwards as he swirls his mouth in hard delicious circles. Grinding down on his face, the wet sucking sounds pushing you that much closer.

You couldn’t seem to shut up, sweating and shaking through Thomas eating you like you were the finest thing to ever grace his tastebuds. He meant it when he said the only sweet he wanted to eat tonight was you. He’d been wanting to since he first met you.

And you were better than he could’ve imagined.

Falling apart so beautifully into his mouth, his lower face smeared with your sweet slick as you humped his face. Heady cries making him so hard, it hurt. Cock pulsing with each swipe of his tongue and tug of his hair.

Your mouth drops open when he takes his fingers out only to switch with his mouth, sucking harshly at your hole. Eyes watering in pleasure, your head drops down as you moan for him.

His glasses were starting to fog up in the corners but it doesn’t matter. You’re so close, and surprisingly; so is he. Covering your cunny with his mouth again, he lightly bites your clit making you wail as he continues flicking it with his tongue before sucking the nub into his mouth again.

And that’s the final nail in the coffin.

Biting your lip, you tense. Squirting when Thomas suddenly thrusts his tongue inside you, smacking away lewdly. The feel of your cum spraying his face triggers his own orgasm, spilling into his pants, blown blue eyes rolling back while he tongue-fucks you through yours.

Gasping, you shakily pull his head back, pussydrunk cum drenched expression looking back at you has you moaning desperately at him. With one last lick, he gets up; practically falling into your mouth as you kiss his cunt soaked swollen lips. He was so fucking sexy.

“Okay we gotta go. We gotta go so I can make you cum.” Kissing all over his neck, smearing your lip color on him and not giving a damn. Thomas hisses while you suck bruise after bruise onto him, tugging his shirt out of his pants but stopping your quick working hands from dropping his pants.

“I already did. You really don’t know what you do to me, do you?” Oh. He blew one just from having your cunt in your mouth?

Suddenly he’s even hotter to you.

“Well, I want you to cum again. And I want to be the one to make you, okay sexy?” Licking up his Adam’s apple, you whisper against his lips.

“Mmmfh- yeah, let’s go.” He doesn’t bother to fix himself as he takes your hand and leads you out. Glancing at the clock as you rush through the sea of bodies, you were only there for 2 hours. Oh well, smirking to yourself.

A certain gaze catches you two and her mouth drops open in shock as she takes in your sheen and smeared lip color along with the marks and colors on Thomas, his hair messed up and clothes wrinkled.

Winking at her and smiling at everyone else who notices the state of you two, until you’re outside. The chill doing nothing to cool you as Thomas urges you in, all over you the entire ride.

You get out first and pull him inside through his undone belt. Heart pounding, he’s gonna fuck you up so good, nipping the tops of your breasts when he pulls you closer.

“Finally gonna talk you through it, so try not to cry too loud yeah? I want you to hear me when I’m fucking you stupid.”

(should I do another part of just them fucking?? bc I’m down🤷🏽‍♀️)

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #Thomas Webb #thomas webb x reader #the only living boy in new york #masters of the air #mota #fluff #smut #callum turner smut #callum turner fluff #x reader

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