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• Soon to be wife reader sharing one bed with her virgin boyfriend (Thomas Hewitt) while Tommy cuddles her from behind. The thing is; he might have a naughty dream from time to time UwU.
• Reader feeling him grow, as he slightly rubs and grinds subconsciously. She studies his size with her hand under the blanket, now having an idea what awaits her on her wedding night.
•Tommy's reaction to his now wife telling him about his nightly grinding multiple nights before their wedding.
Thank you~
of course!! and i’m so, so sorry for the long wait! a lot of stuff happened and all my requests were thrown on the back burner for a minute 😭 Thank you so much for your patience!!
Thomas Hewitt x reader
NSWF mdni Masterlist
The Texas heat shows itself, even through the night. Even with the windows open and the fan turned on high, it still doesn’t stop the sweat seeping through your nightdress. And well, it also doesn’t help that you have your hunk of your soon-to-be husband wrapped up around you from behind, his body heat making everything 10 times hotter.
Though, even if it means having you sweat and suffer in this heat, you wouldn’t change it for the world. Having Tommy wrapped up in you is your favorite part of the night. His face in your neck, feeling his breath against it while his strong arms around your waist hold you close to his chest.
You kick the heavier blanket off you, only leaving the thin sheet over your body. You hope to get some sleep tonight, despite the weather. But it seems like Thomas has some other plans in his unconscious state…
You see, this whole thing started a few weeks ago. Luda finally let you both share a room, and a bed, after getting engaged and agreeing not to do anything before marriage. And Thomas always loves to hold you when he sleeps. You’re like his personal teddy bear.
That night a few weeks ago, you were up late, trying to finish a few chapters of the book you were reading. Thomas was dead asleep behind you, arms around your waist and face buried in your neck. You get torn away from your book when you feel Thomas’s breath start to get a bit heavier against your neck and his body getting restless.
At first, you thought he’s having a nightmare, turning your head slightly to better face him. His eye brows are pinched together and eyes squeezed shut. But then he started slowing grinding and rutting his hips into your backside. It’s safe to say your focus was definitely not on the book anymore.
Whatever dream he was having, it seemed to have him riled up.
His breath gets hotter and faster against your skin and his grip on your waist turns so tight it’s almost painful as his hips start to speed up, grinding desperately against your ass. Small grunts of pleasure against him as he goes on.
And you? As soon as you realize what’s happening you feel your face get all hot and an ache start to form between your thighs. You and Tommy have never done anything more than a few stolen makeout sessions whenever the family isn’t looking, due to Luda Mae’s strict rules and Tommy having to work a lot of the time. So this is new. And more than anything you’ve never felt before. You stay frozen up, not really knowing what to do, the book forgotten in your hand.
After a few minutes, the grinding stopped and Tommy seemingly went back to a peaceful sleep. You try to get what sleep you can with the heat between your legs still raging.
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This goes on for a few more weeks, same cycle. Thomas grinding and rutting against your backside while you lay there hot and bothered, too embarrassed and frozen up to do anything back.
But that changes one night.
The moon is high up in the sky. Lights have gone out a long while ago, the whole family asleep as well as Thomas behind you, but you can’t seem to sleep.
All you can think about is the thick and hard bulge that rubs against you every few nights. Just the thought makes your cheeks warm up. It’s been in your head all day. While doing dishes, laundry, serving dinner. There hasn’t been one moment where it hasn’t slipped itself into your mind.
You’ve been up longer than you should’ve thinking about it, imagining what it might look like or even feel like, in your hands or even mouth or—
Just like clockwork, Thomas’s huffs start to brush your neck and hips start to move as his grip tightens around you.
You let him continue for a few minutes, just like he has been, before reaching your hand under the blanket.
You just can’t help it! You’re too curious! Sure, you can feel it when he humps but that's not enough for you. You need to feel what’s in store for you in a few months. And Tommy won’t mind, would he?
You’re hand travels down, under the blanket and over Tommy’s sleep pants, to the hard and aching bulge in his pants. You’re fingers lightly trace over it, breathe caught in your throat as Thomas’s grip gets tighter around your hips and his sounds a bit more louder. His hips seem to track and follow your movements, even in his sleep.
Now, feeling a bit more bolder, you gently cup and squeeze it, eyes flickering up to Thomas, a bit fearful that he might wake up. He doesn’t. Instead, his hips rut into your hand with heavy groans you’ve yet to hear from him.
Bitting your lip to keep yourself from having any sounds slip, you continue feeling him up, squeezing and feeling around your fiancé to your liking.
Thomas seems to like it too by the way his hips stutter into your hand, grinding like his life depends on it.
Eventually, he stops with one last heavy groan against your neck and hips falling slack against your hand, wet spot forming on the front of his sleep pants.
✩°｡🧸𓏲⋆.🧺𖦹 ₊˚ ✩°｡🧸𓏲⋆.🧺𖦹 ₊˚
The house is quiet. Mamas out at the gas station, Hoyt out where only god knows getting drunk, and Monty… well he’s wherever.
One of the rare moments you and Tommy get alone.
You’re on his lap while he sits on the bed, you’re legs straining to straddle his big thighs as your lips are on his, his mask pulled down just enough for it to be possible.
His hands kneed and grip your hips, pulling you closer as the kisses get progressively more heated.
You shift a bit on his lap, now suddenly feeling the hard-on he has under you, much like the ones late at night. He notices too.
You smile a bit to yourself and without breaking the kiss, you reach down and cup him just like you did a few weeks ago. He moans against your lips and his hips rut up to meet your hand.
You giggle to yourself. He acts just like he does in his sleep.
Thomas looks up at you, confused by your giggles.
You whisper everything in his ear, about every late night activity he does in his sleeps, watching as his face gets more and more flushed until he just flat out drops it into your chest, listening to you laugh more about his embarrassment.
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