warnings: smut, p in v, jerking off... that's it i think
You and Tom weren't dating, but you guys weren't really best friends either. More than friends, but still not yet lovers.
Finally, finally, those long, agonizing days of torture were over. You could look Tom in the eye without being on the verge of combusting on the spot. But the butterflies, never ever stopped, no. In fact, they might've gotten worse. If he does so much as brush his fingers against yours or smile at you, your stomach would flip and the butterflies were so intense, you wouldn't be surprised if actual, living ones burst open your belly.
Over the following days, Tom had been definitely become more affectionate now that you confessed. It was like as if it turned up his teddy-bear dial up from 100 to 200. And not to mention, he had become more... frisky around you.
He couldn't care less what you were wearing. You could be in a sexy dress or in your idgaf outfit, he'd get hard easily around you. He'd play with that lip ring as he eyed you up and down. He felt a little guilty, but hey, how could he help himself? The most gorgeous, perfect girl (in every aspect) was right before him. If you were in a sexy dress, he'd stare at your hips that swayed with every step and he had to restrain himself from smacking that ass. If you were wearing your idgaf outfit, he'd look at the obvious outline of your breasts, staring shamelessly, or he'd rub at the soft skin on your stomach as your shirt rode up.
A tent would form in his pants as he'd adjust himself so that you wouldn't notice anything different. It did not help in any way if you laid a hand on his knee or wrapped your arms around his own arm and somehow, you still were so oblivious to any of it.
It was 12:42 AM, that night as you stayed over the night in his house. You were having one of those long showers after a tiring day. Tom tried not to think about your naked form, water droplets sliding down your back and legs. But it was too late. He was already getting hard. "Fuck!" he cursed quietly as he kept looking between the bathroom door and the bed. Sighing, he pushed down his sweatpants and boxers, freeing his hard member which slapped against his stomach. Hissing as the cool air came into contact with his cock, he gripped himself in his right hand, swiping his thumb over the pink tip, letting out a low groan of pleasure. Repeating his actions, twisting his hand and mixing it with rubbing his thumb up and down, he was close, so, so close to that familiar burst of feel-good.
Unbeknownst to Tom, who was caught up in masturbating to dirty thoughts of you, you opened the bathroom door, steam pouring out as you padded your way into his room to grab your clothes. Somehow, you still haven't heard any of the lewd noises coming from his room. Unaware, you pushed open the door to see a slightly sweaty Tom clutching the sheets under him with one hand and the other jerking himself off. Surprised, you screamed.
"Scheiße!" he yelped trying to cover up. Which failed miserably. The nearest thing he could find was an odd sock. He threw it on, but it barely did it's job and it ended up sliding off, revealing his throbbing hard-on. It was embarrassingly quiet and like paid actors, crickets chirped in the background as an awkward silence settled.
Remembering to look away, you cleared your throat and closed your eyes. "Uh, c-can I get my clothes?" you asked.
"Yeah, yeah just, um, let me... you know." I heard the sound of fabric rustling as he yanked his sweatpants and boxers up, concealing him. I opened my eyes to see Tom standing on the side awkwardly, like he was out of place as he waited for you to get what you needed.
Brushing by him, you walked out, traumatized and changed into your cotton shirt and shorts, which suddenly felt too short and thin. Sure, you had pictured, multiple times, Tom jerking off, but you weren't expecting to see him doing it, instead of your imagination. It was hot, yes absolutely, but still awkward.
You walked in to the bedroom to see a red faced Tom scrolling on his phone. He saw you walking in sheepishly, crawling into bed next to him. Tom attempted to make light conversation, but couldn't think of anything, and his voice cracked, so he gave up. Minutes ticked by, and the silence was becoming unbearable. Tom's hand twitched by his side as he picked fluff off of the pillow. You clicked your knuckles until you couldn't.
Sighing in frustration, Tom blurted, "Can I kiss you?"
You were shocked as pleasant surprise took over you. Blinking a few times, you asked, "Wait, wait, wait, what? Repeat that." cheeks flushing, Tom asked one more time, "Can I kiss you?"
Now you were already sitting upright and Tom moved a little closer. "What happens if I let you?" you asked, looking at him through your lashes. You moved closer. He reciprocated. By now, your noses were almost touching, unsteady breaths fanning over your faces. "I might kiss you some more. Maybe I might fuck you." he shrugged, lips quirking up into a small smirk.
Tom pressed his lips against yours, his piercing adding a cool, metallic sting. Pressing forwards, you placed your hand on the base of his neck, urging him forward as his large, calloused hands gripped your waist. Swiping his tongue along your bottom lip, you shivered, opening your mouth wider for him. Humming in satisfaction, Tom slid his tongue into your mouth, tasting. You let out a soft moan causing him to groan and let his hands go down to your hips, resting there possessively.
Your tongues lapped at each other, kisses becoming progressively more urgent and feverish. It was faint but there, the wet sound of lips colliding and moving against each other in the dirtiest way, pulling out obscene sounds from your throat.
"Fuck, schatzi," Tom groaned as you snaked your arms around his neck. His own arms encircled your waist as he rolled you both over. Now he was on top and you were under him. Tom moved his lips away from yours, down your neck, kissing, sucking and biting at the soft flesh. When he hit that one particular spot, you bucked your hips up, whining his name softly. He smirked, understanding that this was your sweet spot.
Tom concentrated there, nipping then licking the spot, soothing the fleeting sting. While kissing you, his hands ran down your waist to your hips as he gripped your shorts and panties, tugging them down. Lifting up your hips to help him, Tom pulled back just a little to get a good look at you.
His breath hitched at your state: your shirt was riding up your stomach, crumpled from the movement of your bodies. Your lower half was bare, revealing your wet pussy, covered in slick, swollen and pink in need. Your nipples were hardened and poking through your shirt.
Tom thought you looked so pretty like this and it made him hard that it was all because of him.
"Please, Tom I need you," you begged, finding all this waiting frustrating.
Tom chuckled and leaned back down again, running the tip of his nose up and down your neck, sending shivers throughout your body. He was really enjoying the reactions you gave him. "So needy, hmm?" he teased, his fingers brushing underneath your shirt. Starting to climb higher, he cupped on of your breasts. Tom almost moaned at the contact. Your skin was soft there and even if they were a little small, they were rounded and perky and he'd been eyeing them for a while.
"Tom..." you whined. Tom smirked against your neck. He slid off his sweatpants and boxers and they lay discarded somewhere on the floor. You tugged at his shirt, a silent request for him to remove it. He obeyed, pulling it off and tossed it. He took off your clothes and now, you were both bare and exposed to each other. Suddenly feeling shy, you tried covering up, closing your legs but Tom wasn't having it. "No, no," he soothed, his large hands coming between your thighs to separate them. "Keep your legs spread for me, schatzi, so pretty." he murmured before pressing his hips against yours earning a strangled noise from your throat.
"Don't be shy now, let me hear you make those noises." he encouraged. He began to move his hips, creating that sweet friction. His cock pressed against your core, rubbing against your clit. "O-Ooh!" you moaned in pleasure. "Tom!"
By now, Tom's dick was beginning to try and penetrate you. "Tom, hah, slow down!" you winced in pain. He intertwined his fingers with yours, pressing them against the pillow. "Breathe and relax yourself or it'll hurt," he said. You nodded, clinging onto his back with your free hand. Shutting your eyes Tom added more pressure, pushing in his tip. "Liebe, so fucking tight," he groaned. "Spit," he held out his fingers for you. He used your saliva to lube himself before pushing in his whole length.
Tom let you adjust, trying to keep himself from already fucking you —you were squeezing him like a vice.
"Start moving please," you panted, breath uneven. Swallowing thickly, Tom obliged, more than happy to fuck you. He began to pump in and out at a steady pace, purposely aiming upwards to hit your g-spot. Crying out, your other hand flew to his back to have something to ground yourself.
Slowly, he began to pick up his pace, thrusting faster and harder, encouraged by your moans and whines.
"Such a good girl, taking me so well,"
"Look at you, you're so messy!"
Tom praised as he fucked you. He'd occasionally slow his pace, rolling his hips as he went back in so you could feel every inch. "Fuck, Tom, harder!" you begged.
With a glint in his eye, Tom pushed up your legs to your chest, hitting you from a deeper angle, thrusting in animalistically as your sounds mixed with his. "Ngmh, yes! Mmyesthere!" you yelped. Your hands moved to grab onto his biceps. Tom's pace was becoming punishing as the bed frame rocked with his movements.
"You look so pretty like this," he groaned as his thrusts were becoming more sloppy, an even wetter squelch! echoing in the room. Each praise he gave you sent a spark of heat straight to your core. "T-Tom? M'close," you whimpered. Your walls fluttered around him before settling on squeezing. "Fuck, me too," he whispered harshly, orgasm around the corner. "Wanna cum together, c'mon," his voice coming out shaky.
Thrusting in roughly one, two, three more times, you both came at the same time with a cry. Tom leaned down to kiss you sloppily, your tongues swirling around each other and saliva mixing, coating your lips.
Your cum left a white ring circling his base while Tom's shot ropes of hot, sticky release into your sopping cunt.
He collapsed on top of you, caging you in a soft embrace. Nuzzling your neck, Tom left kisses on your neck, drifting down your shoulder before moving back up to kiss your temples, eyes, nose and lips. Your heart fluttered with love at this intimate moment. Pulling out and cleaning you up, he helped put on your clothes before dressing himself.
Spooning you, he tucked you against his chest. A combination of pride and satisfaction filled him —he was your first and forever would be.
"I love you too, shatzi."
author's note: hey hey heyy guyzz!! this is the last part, ofc i had to end it in smut hehe 😏but i hope ya'll enjoyed it!
