hey my love, forever obsessed with everything u write x
u said something about potential tom ideas, it’s probs a short one, but i would LUV for u to write something similar to his first scene, where he comes in and greets (😦) ruth, but potentially an extended ahem version with y/n.
feel free to ignore if it’s not doing anything for u x
have a good day!
warnings: smut (18+ only), housewife kink, slight pain kink, some biting, touch of cornish, mostly just wholesomeness
"Can't believe you're really 'ere," he beamed, jumping on you in a tight hug. You giggled and managed to get your arms out to hug him back. "Stole me jumper?" he noticed with a grin as he lifted the hood behind your head.
"S'my favorite," you reminded him. "Smells like you."
"Well, yeah," he laughed, "so do I! So show me some love, eh?"
Grinning, you pulled back and gave him a kiss-- just one, a chaste peck at first, until you went in again and he held onto your face, keeping you close and kissing you harder. You hummed into it, moving your lips in time with his-- it was still just a sweet kiss, but deeper and slower, and you hold onto his shoulders a little tighter.
"Missed ya so much," he mumbled against you, and you hummed back again. "Y'miss me too?"
You just nodded, not nearly as coherent as him as you drank in the feeling-- it was almost surreal, after being apart for months, to have him pressed up to you now, to hear his voice not through the phone, to see his face in person and not just in silly pictures or facetime calls.
"How much?" he wondered, and you could feel that sly grin on his lips. You smiled, too.
"A lot," you replied cryptically.
"That's it? Just a lot?" he teased, moving his hands down to your sides-- you giggled harder, feeling a little ticklish suddenly. "'Cause I missed you so much I thought I might lose my mind. You're not allowed to live that far away anymore."
"What?" you laughed.
"I decided it, just now," he announced, sticking his chin out, and you pushed him on the chest.
"Shut up, I have to live that far away for school."
"School? Psh," he dismissed, "don't need it. You can just stay with me here and I'll take care'a you."
He was just joking, but you found yourself biting your lip. And he saw it, too, and smirked as he looked down at your face.
"Y'like the sound of that, eh?" he noticed.
"A little bit," you admitted, shivering as you felt his fingers creep around your waist to your back, pulling you into him as he pressed against you.
"Me too," he mumbled. "You can stay here and just do whatever you like all day while I'm workin', wait for me to come home. Sounds kinda nice, yeah? Y'can do whatever you want... as long as you take care of me when I get back."
"Take care of you?" you repeated, sighing softly as he kissed beside your ear.
"Yeah," he said, and something so simple shouldn't have had an effect on you, but he breathed right against your skin and fuck, it just felt nice-- it made a pleasant chill jump up your spine, which in turn made your back in his arms. "Like a good li'l wifey."
You whimpered, and he grinned as he pushed you back onto the bed-- it was just one step from the door, one of the benefits of a trailer-- climbing on top of you with a mischievous grin.
"Wanna cook and clean for me, don't you?" he laughed, dipping down to kiss your neck, even biting you gently once. "Didn't know you were so traditional."
"Sh-shit, Tom, neither did I," you whimpered, spreading your legs to wrap them around his hips.
"Don't worry, m'gonna be so good to ya, love," he groaned, and you felt his hips rock forward-- you could feel that he was hard already, and you whined. "What kind of husband would I be if I didn't please my wife properly?"
Arching your back up off the bed, you felt his hands slide up under the borrowed hoodie-- his hands felt so damn good on you, and you sighed happily as he reached your tits and groped at them.
"Mm, pretty thing," he mumbled under his breath. "C'mon, let's get this off-- don't need to wear that anymore, m'here to take care of you now."
You lifted your arms and let him take it off over your head-- until it got stuck on your nose, and you whined as he kept tugging. "Hey-- hey!" you protested, slightly muffled by the fabric, and he stopped with a laugh.
"Sorry, love," he offered quietly, and though you couldn't see anything while trapped in the navy blue abyss of cotton-wool blend, you felt his lips against yours just under where the neckline had snagged on your face.
"Mm!" you hummed against him, one hand slipping around the back of his neck, "need to help me get outta this, Tom..."
"Fine," he relented, breaking away and gently lifting the neckline up off your face so you could get out-- and then you were topless, you hadn't even been wearing a bra anyways, and you felt sort of chilly but in a way you oddly enjoyed. "So pretty, love, lookat ya-- mm," he growled playfully.
He kissed you once, not nearly long enough, before sitting up and peeling his shirt off, giving you a proud smile as he descended again; he must've seen the way your eyes trailed over his toned, but lean, body, lingering for just a second on his necklace and the little trail of blonde hair that led from his bellybutton down into his shorts.
When he was on you again, his hands hooked into shorts and started to tug at them; you lifted your hips to make it easier to slide them down your thighs, and you shuddered with delight as you felt him take your panties down with them.
He moaned lowly as he looked at you, naked under him, waiting impatiently for more. "Your turn," you requested as you reached for his shorts, trying to push them down, but he helped you out and stayed propped up with one hand as he did his best to tug them down.
You bit your lip when his cock bounced out proudly, curling up against his abdomen, flushed at the thick head that you already needed inside you now. "Shouldn't I warm you up a little first, love?" he reminded you as you grabbed at his hips, trying to pull him closer.
You shook your head. "C'mon, jus' need you, please?"
"Okay, okay," he laughed, laying himself on top of you and kissing you again-- you whimpered as you felt him pressing his erection right up to you, daring to go inside, but still hesitating.
"Fuck, please!" you whined again, and he finally did it.
And, yeah, he was right, he probably should've warmed you up first-- you forgot that it had been a while since you'd been with him, and without owning a dildo or even a vibrator the biggest thing you'd had inside yourself for the past four months was two of your fingers. Those were nothing compared to him, he was so hard and thick, stretching you more than you expected; you whined, a sharp sting coupled with the pleasure of being filled, and he stopped. "Y'okay?" he panted, obviously affected by being inside you again after so long.
You nodded. "Yeah, just-- stings a little. You can keep going," you offered.
"I don't wanna hurt you," he explained, voice just louder than a whisper.
"You're not, I just have to get used to you again," you replied gently. "Please, don't stop..."
He pushed forward, giving you a few more inches of him, but it still wasn't everything-- and you were groaning through your teeth at the feeling. "Christ, you're so..." he sighed. "So fuckin' tight, god, swear m'not tryin' to hurt you... y'feel so good, please-- just a little more, you can take it, right? You've almost got it, love..."
You nodded, letting out a loud whine-- half pleasure, half pain-- as he filled you to the brim, and his hands held onto your hips tight as he tried to control himself.
"Missed you," he said again, "missed you, baby-- missed this so bad. You're so good for me, love, m'good wifey, huh?"
You whimpered and nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Y-yours, Tom," you choked.
"Please," he breathed, "can I move? Fuck, jus' need to move a little, need to fuck you, angel--"
You nodded again, and gasped as he slowly pulled his hips back and pushed back in. Already the discomfort was fading, it helped that you were so wet for him and that he was still being rather patient-- but you knew it was taking all the self control he had to be this gentle with you.
"So perfect," he mumbled against your skin as he kissed your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder. "Perfect for me, all mine-- love you so much... m'little wife, yeah?"
"God, Tom," you whined, "you're so-- we never even talked about that before..."
"You know I wanna marry you," he whispered, moaning as he found his pace-- still not too fast, but gaining speed with each movement. "I know I told you that before."
"Yeah, but I didn't think you were serious," you replied, digging your fingers into his shoulders as his cock slid right over that spot every time. "We're too young, aren't we?"
"Who cares?" he mumbled, biting on your shoulder until you moaned louder. "If it's what we want. You want it, right?"
You nodded, and he purred.
"You wanna be my wifey, then? Wait for me here and help me... wind down, after a long day at work?" he prompted with a smirk that you felt as he kept sucking on your neck.
"Yes," you sighed.
"Good girl," he grunted, and you felt yourself clench on him.
You reached down between your body and his, finding your clit that was throbbing for attention and rubbing it quickly with two fingers.
"Mm," he hummed, "gonna play with yourself while I fuck you? S'cute, but you know it's my job to take care of you, love..."
He guided your hand away and moved your hips, holding your legs open with a tight grip on your thighs. You weren't sure what he was manhandling you around for (not that you minded), until he moved his hips again and the hard pressure of his pubic bone hit right on your clit and-- "Oh!" you gasped. "Fuck, Tom..."
"Mhm," he smiled, "I remember. Didn't forget how my girl likes it in just a few months apart. God, you're all I've been thinkin' about, really, trying to remember exactly how you come for me. Why don't you remind me, angel?"
He kept encouraging you until you did, which was not immediately after that of course-- but so soon that you were a little embarrassed at how easily you finished. Then again, it was Tom; he never made you feel embarrassed or self-conscious about anything, even when he was making fun of you, because he just had that sweet way about him and you were so comfortable.
"Fuck, love," he grunted, "so tight when you come on me-- shit, see what you did? Creamed on my cock, love, look..."
You couldn't actually see it, but you believed him, you could feel how wet you were-- it was dripping down onto his sheets, which would be annoying later, but you didn't even care.
"Don't think I can last," he admitted with a low grunt, "m'sorry, you just-- feels too good, been way too fuckin' long..."
"It's okay," you promised, "just come, Tom, I wan' you to."
"Fuck," he moaned, "say that again."
"I want you to come," you repeated.
He fucked you hard and fast, every ounce of rowdy, raunchy teenage hunger forced on you as he chased his release. You watched his face tilt back for a second, eyes shut and mouth slack and cheeks tinting a bit pink-- and that fucking necklace dangling over your face.
He whimpered a bit as he pulled out, instantly painting your stomach before he'd even gotten his hand around himself to finish off the job; you smiled and bit your lip as you felt his hot, sticky come land on your belly.
"Fuck," he sighed, dropping his head as he squeezed the last drop out. "Hold on, lemme clean you up--"
But you didn't let him leave, you grabbed him by the back of the neck and sat up to meet him halfway for a lazy, slow kiss; he smiled into it and held your face gently, tongue dancing on your lips as you moaned sleepily. "Mkay," you finally offered as you fell back onto the bed, "now you can get me a rag."
"Dreckly," he winked at you as he pulled his shorts back up and went searching for a washcloth for his wifey.
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