Sucker Punch || Boxer!Tom Holland {five}
Warnings: finally... smut (18+) (smut warnings below the cut), cocky teasing Tommo, mentions of other partners, language, Willa being a pain, mentions of previous cheating, hickies, boxing stuff including a sleazy opponent, mentions of blood and punching/ kicking, cutesie stuff
Word Count: 10,058 (oof)
Author's Note: The moment you all have been waiting for lol. I really hope you enjoy, I enjoyed writing it, hence why it's so long haha.
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smut warnings: protected sex, oral (m + f receiving), fingering, nipple action, light, playful spanking, light choking
There's something so nerve-wracking about getting ready for Tom's match. You're anxious to see him get beat to shit and you're anxious to see him beat someone else to shit. You have no doubt that he'll win, but it still sets you on edge thinking about all the violence you'll no doubt see.
Willa is clad in a sequined black dress and stilettos, you in a capped sleeve baby blue dress, little white flowers dotted across it. Sand colored chunky heels accentuate your feet and your hair is curled and held from your face, a dusting of body glitter across your chest. Willa smirks as you brush mascara through your lashes. She holds out a tequila shot,
"To seducing British men tonight." She murmurs, clinking her glass against yours. You roll your eyes,
"You're dumb. No one will be doing any seducing." You tell her, downing your shot. She snorts,
"Oh please. With the way you look and how he's been recently, I seriously expect you to be getting laid tonight." She says, crossing her arms and watching you finish up getting ready.
She's hailed an Uber, using the directions Tom's given to the underground ring which are a little dodgy. And by the time you're standing in front of the darkly lit building he's claimed leads beneath the city to the ring, you're thinking of turning back before Willa grabs your arm and pushes her way inside, offering the password and your backstage passes to the bouncer in the back. He opens a dark red door which leads down a stairwell, muffled music reverberating off the walls. She takes your hand as you walk down the narrow hallway to a black door which a separate bouncer pops open for the both of you.
The music and chatter from the other side of the door heightens as he opens it to groups of people crowded around an all black ring, lifted up in the center of the room. Your heart leaps to your throat as you think of Tom being trapped inside of it, battling his opponent in rough punches and kicks. Willa loops her arm through yours, leading you to the bar first and then to Tom's VIP seats. Each girl that knows the place watches you two like predators, seething at the newbies being in their place,
"I feel like I shouldn't be here." You mumble to Willa who snorts and turns, waving her fingers at some of the girls,
"Oh please. It's not like we chose these seats. Your boyfriend wanted his girlfriend and her hot ass friend here to watch him win this match. Period."
"He's not my boyfriend." You murmur, sipping from the cocktail in your hand. She raises an eyebrow when she looks at you,
"I watched you two kiss. He's in love with you, you're in love with him, end of story." She tells you before you can further fight her. You sigh, staring straight ahead, watching the guests around you mingle. Before too long, Hernández, Tom's opponent for the night is strutting his way up to the ring, a Cuban flag draped over his shoulders. He's big, definitely taller than Tom with a scar running through his left eyebrow. He has light hazel eyes and he knows exactly which seats are Tom's VIPs because as he passes you and Willa, he winks your way teasingly. Willa hums,
"Creep." She murmurs. Soon enough, Tom arrives, topless and in boxing shorts, his manager chattering in his ear as he walks, holding a small plastic box in one hand and the ties of his boxing glove in the other. He glances out, and does a double take when he realizes you're there. His face shows that he honestly didn't think you'd come. He gives a soft smile, having to turn back to his manager to listen fully to what he's telling him. Willa looks to you and raises her eyebrow,
"You sure you're not his girlfriend?" She asks. Sighing, you sip your drink again, watching him and Hernández both slip their mouth guards in, their respective managers slipping them into their gloves. They bump gloves when a referee steps into the ring, explaining the rules to them. Both boys nod, the crowd quiet as they retreat into opposite corners for one last discussion with their teams.
When the referee signals the bell, it starts the match. Your heart pounds in your chest as your brunette and his Cuban opponent skirt around each other in the ring, the taller man swinging for the first time which Tom dodges, using the opportunity to swing into Hernández's torso. It knocks the taller boy off balance and the cheering that began when that bell rang out grows louder.
Each punch, each kick, whether from Tom or from Aiden makes your heart skip a beat. Tom has beaten Aiden to the point of blood running from his hairline, and the Cuban walks with a limp from the amount of hits taken to his chest and ribcage. Tom seems perfect save the cut across his cheek. He's taken very few hits, but he has taken them. He's a lot more nimble than his taller opponent. He can dodge the hits easier even as Hernández grows more agitated at missing his shots.
The match is over in less than an hour. You gasp each time Tom takes a punch, silently- and sometimes loudly- cheering him on when he lays one of his own, punching and kicking with swiftness and lithe, knocking Hernández off balance each and every time. A roundhouse kick renders Hernández unconscious. The referee thrusts Tom's hand in the air in victory, your brunette barely standing with his chest heaving, sweat glistening all over his torso and face. His eyes find yours after a moment and you smile, blowing him a kiss. He smiles then, teeth barred as he fully embraces the win, knowing you're proud of him, knowing you're there, knowing you saw how good he is.
Before too long, people are filtering out or heading for the locker rooms where they can meet the boxers and the teams and get autographs. You wait until most of the crowd has disappeared to slip the lanyard with your backstage pass around your neck and follow a group down a dimly lit hallway, the locker rooms to either side of you,
"I uhh... I don't know which is his." You tell Willa who shrugs,
"He hasn't made it down here yet so... we'll wait." You nod, leaning against the wall at your back and checking your phone. There's no service and it's nearly ten. Normally, you're laying in bed by now. Definitely not asleep, but also not waiting for some boy to come take you somewhere after he's just beat his opponent within an inch of his life. There's squealing from the top of the ramp leading down into the locker rooms. No doubt, the girls not allowed in the locker rooms greeting Tom. A few moments later, he reveals himself, his eyes lighting up as he spots you. He almost looks like he's going to lean in and kiss your cheek, but hesitates, glancing down at the state of himself. He looks back up and swallows,
"Uhh... hey," he says a little breathlessly. Sweat still drips down his temple as he finds Willa's eyes and smiles and then roams his eyes across your body. He finds your eyes again, "you uhh... you look great. You both look really nice." Your cheeks burn,
"Thanks." He nods and swallows, gesturing to the locker room,
"If you'll uhh, if you'll give me a second... one of my friends wants to go out to a club if you girls are up for it." He tells you. Glancing at Willa, you nod,
"Sure." He nods again,
"Cool. Just chill for a minute, okay?" He disappears once you agree and you can hear chatter behind the now closed door,
"Did you see the way he fucking looked at you? He wants more than a kiss. Please tell me you're going to give him some tonight."
"Willa!"
"Are you kidding me Y/N? The boy makes it look like you're a piece of cake and he wants to eat the whole fucking thing in one sitting. You can't tell me you don't feel similarly." She reasons. You huff, staring ahead at the wall before you. You grumble before turning to her,
"He doesn't eat cake. He watches what he eats."
"Oh for fucks sake Y/N. He wants to take this tight little dress off and fuck that nice body. Is that better?"
"No, you made it worse." You murmur, crossing your arms as you lean back against the wall.
When Tom emerges, he smiles and if he sees the way your eyes rake his body, he doesn't comment on it. He wears a short sleeved white t-shirt and jeans, a black and white flannel over the outfit and sneakers on his feet, only stopping when a group of girls demand his attention. A few more people join the crowd, and he signs a number of things, glancing up at you after a moment and smiling, holding up a finger and muttering, "just a minute", waiting for you to nod before he's focusing back on the fans in front of him. In a few short minutes he's cleared out the crowd, turning and walking towards you again,
"Sorry 'bout that. Ready?" He asks. You nod, standing from your leaned position against the wall,
"Of course. That was cute." His smile widens,
"Russell's gonna meet us out front. He's a good friend of mine." He tells you as he starts to escort you down the hall. You nod,
"Sounds good."
"Yeah... anything so I don't have to be a third wheel." Willa mumbles, watching Tom place a hand at your lower back. Once the comment is made and you shoot her a look, Tom smiles down at you nervously before retreating his hand. You shoot him a smile before he's pushing the door open and the night breeze hits you. He holds the door open for both you and Willa before gesturing to a blue BMW, a tall, curly haired brunette leaned against it,
"Girls, this is Russell. Russ, this is Y/N," he gestures to you, "and this is Willa." He says, gesturing to your friend who stands, staring at Tom's friend. Russell meets her eye,
"Pleasure to meet you two." You glance at Tom and stifle a giggle, nudging your shoulder into his. He chuckles softly,
"Willa, why don't you take the front with Russ. We'll take the backseat." Tom tells her, raising his eyebrows at you. You smile and nod, letting Tom open the back door of Russell's car. He slips inside as his friend rounds the front of the car and Willa climbs into the passenger seat, you sliding in right beside him as he opts to remain in the center seat, leg pressed yours,
"So when were you going to tell me you have hot friends?" She asks. Tom snorts as Russell climbs into the car,
"You really think with the way I look I'd have ugly friends?" He poses. You giggle as Willa rolls her eyes and resorts to watching Russell and then glancing out of the windshield. You glance to Tom and smile, his own covering his face. He winks at you and you glance down, watching his hand beeline to your bare thigh. He raises his eyebrows as if asking you if it's okay to touch you and you nod, wrapping your arm around his and pressing your hand over his, holding him in place. He gives a gentle squeeze, watching Russell nonchalantly quiz Willa, a knowing smirk covering Tom's lips,
"So you're playing matchmaker now?" You ask softly, laying your chin over his shoulder. He snorts and shrugs gently,
"Didn't intend to. I definitely didn't think Russ would be Willa's type." He tells you, turning to kiss your temple. Glancing up at him, he stares down at you for a moment until you snuggle down into him, and then he's leaning in to kiss you softly. It's quick, but it brings that fire you love so much. He hums into it and you know he feels it too,
"But enough about them," He starts again softly once he pulls away, "I wanna talk about how fucking gorgeous you look. This is everything." He murmurs. His hand slides further up your thigh, leaving a trail of burning kerosene in his wake, "You look absolutely to die for." He growls as you watch your dress bunch up around your thighs. He switches hands, the arm your own was previously wrapped around now draped over your shoulders so he has easier access to your ear,
"First you try to get me to fuck you in my apartment and now here you are wearing the best outfit you can. You really are a naughty girl aren't you?" He asks softly, fingertips trailing over your panties gently. You squeak softly in your throat when your clit throbs at his touch, reaching out to hold his wrist. He chuckles darkly, kissing your cheek before he retreats completely, lacing his fingers in his lap and glancing out the window opposite yours. You fight to catch your breath, nudging your knee against his before your head thunks back against the headrest and Tom chuckles again, watching you.
He just knows that he'll be the death of you.
Russell pulls into a crowded lot and with Tom's presence- and his hand holding yours tightly- the four of you skip the line out front of the club. Once inside, Russell politely whispers in Willa's ear before he tugs her over to the dance floor. You watch them walk hand in hand and disappear into the crowd before you look to Tom and he gestures over his shoulder to the bar,
"Let's get a drink and find a booth." He yells over the music. He approaches the bar, ordering a beer for himself and gesturing to you, "Whatever she wants... just put it in my tab." The bartender leans in to hear you as you order a gin and tonic. He slides both drinks over before you're following Tom into a corner, sliding into a booth,
"Thank god you didn't ask me to dance straight off the bat. I have no rhythm." You tell him. He chuckles,
"I kinda wanted to get you alone and talk you up first." He admits, scooting as close as he feels you're comfortable with. He gives a cocky smirk, reaching out to trace across your knee,
"How'd you like the match?" He starts. You nod, swallowing and glancing down at his hand,
"It was uhh... it was good. I totally thought it'd be worse. But at least you're small so you could at least dodge him." You tell him. He purses his lips and rolls his eyes,
"At least my dick is decent."
"I wasn't saying you being of... possibly below average height was a bad thing. It's a good thing obviously. You don't have any," you reach up and brush your thumb along his cheek, "real scrapes and bruises." He smiles, and you don't let the way he turns into your palm go unnoticed. You smile too, letting him take your hand, tracing his fingertips over yours,
"I really am glad you made it out of there though. You made me really anxious." You admit with a little head tilt. He stares at you for a moment, eyes sparkling,
"As if you needed to worry about me darling. How many times have I come limping back to my apartment?" He reassures, your head spinning from the softness in his voice considering how sexy he's been trying to be. You nod, reaching up to tuck hair behind your ear,
"I know. Those cuts I cleaned up that time weren't bad. I just can't help but worry about you." You tell him. He chuckles,
"That means a lot. Knowing that you're a worrier, maybe I won't invite you to anymore matches."
"I didn't say I wouldn't come. I'm extremely proud of you, I just... he was... a sleazebag and I didn't like the way he looked at you. Didn't like the thought of you being in there with him."
"Did he say something to you?" He asks quickly, eyebrows drawn in a line. You shake your head,
"No, no, he didn't. But... when he realized Will and I were in your VIP seats, he totally winked at us and got cocky but... no, he didn't talk to me." The admittance doesn't draw his face into a relaxed position. You reach out and rub his shoulder, "It wasn't that serious."
"It is. He's such a dick and I can't stand him and I hate the thought of him even looking at you." Your heart skips a beat. You swallow, playing with your fingers,
"Why? What's... what's so special about me?" You ask. He glances at you before he's moving to sit straight and sip his beer. You watch his jaw move, watch him look out at the crowd that's formed towards the dance floor. You clear your throat,
"Ya know... Willa is convinced that you want me." You mumble. You eye him, watching his lips turn up before he chuckles through his nose, sipping from his beer again before he leans back, draping his arm across the top of the booth, glancing down at you again,
"She just might be right about that." He admits. You raise an eyebrow,
"You aren't even gonna play hard to get?"
"Why when you're doing enough of that for the both of us?" He teases. Your cheeks burn as you glance down. He chuckles softly, "notice how you don't deny it."
"No, no, I have no intention of doing so." You admit. His smile lights up the room,
"No... I think you're extremely gorgeous and as selfish as it sounds... I like when you come to me when someone breaks your heart. It gives me bonus points." He explains with another casual shrug. You shake your head with a smile,
"Like you need bonus points." Cocking his head, he watches you drink from your glass, eyes locked in his over the rim,
"You're trouble. And that's coming from the underground boxer." He tells you. Rolling your eyes and snorting, you trace your finger over the rim of your glass,
"I uhm... she keeps calling me your girlfriend. She's convinced we're gonna... sleep together. Probably tonight." You decide to tell him. He chuckles softly,
"As if I was sliding my hand up your skirt expecting not to get laid." He admits cheekily. You stare at him, lips turning up after a moment. You giggle and look away from him,
"That was very mean of you. You shouldn't tease." You tell him. He shrugs,
"The more pent up you are the better it'll be." He says, dark eyes seemingly darker. You stare up at him, the both of you unblinking for a moment before you close your mouth and glance down at your lap, giggling softly,
"You and Willa will be the death of me." You mumble. He chuckles again,
"I hope so. What else would I be doing with my time?" He poses. Shaking your head, you down what's left in your glass,
"Are you always like this? Like... have you always been this obnoxious?" You ask him. Laughing again, he shrugs,
"Depends who you ask. I find that the girls think I'm pretty fucking awesome." He tells you, finishing the rest of his beer. He sets the bottle on the table, staring at it for a moment before he looks up at you, reaching out for your hand,
"You wanna dance with me now?" He asks, swinging your arm. You roll your eyes,
"You're just trying to see up my skirt." You joke. He hums,
"Well... yeah, kinda. But... only if you're okay with it." You giggle as he drags you from the booth, his arms wrapping around your waist, yours draping over his shoulders, one of your hands soothing over the back of his neck. He purrs in his chest, leaning in to peck your lips,
"I like kissing you." He murmurs. You giggle, watching his lips twitch into a smile. He smooths over your hips,
"Let's go dance." Taking your hand again, he squeezes before he's leading you through sweaty bodies until he spots Willa and Russell. Your best friend smiles, her back pressed to Russell's chest, his hands bunching her dress at her hips. She sings to you and Tom chuckles, pulling your body back into his. His arms wrap around your torso and he moves you against him, your body molding into his after a moment. Your back presses to his front and he hums,
"Ya know... a lot of the girls I end up with are really into the whole... denim on their bare legs and my flannels along their bare arms. Are you gonna break that streak?" He asks, close to your ear. You giggle,
"Are you going to be disappointed if I don't?"
"No, definitely not."
"Well then in that case... yes, I really do love the feel too. It's very nice." He chuckles in your ear as you hold his hands around you and time flies by, a cluster of songs merging into one another until the four of you are sweaty and Tom thoroughly regrets the flannel. He hums, twirling you,
"I will be right back. Stay with Will and Russ." He tells you. The second he leaves, Willa pounces on you, taking your hands and moving you along with her until Tom returns a short time later, a new beer in his hand,
"I'll take her back. Thank you Willa." He brings the bottle to his lips as he eyes you, "I wasn't sure if you would've wanted anything so... if you do, we can share this."
"No that's okay." You tell him. He nods before your fingers slip into his and you turn your back to him again. You reach back to hold his hips, listening to him grunt as the back of your body slots perfectly against the front of his. You swear you can feel him twitch in his jeans. You giggle, listening to him practically pant in your ear,
"Regret asking me to dance?"
"Dear god no. I can feel that you're wearing a thong, now I'm just wondering what color it is. I know it's lacy, I'd just love to see it." He murmurs. You chew the inside of your bottom lip as his free hand slips from yours, slipping up along your thigh. It's relatively dark on the dance floor, thank god, and you tip your head back, his own head lulling forward so he can press soft kisses to your neck. He hums as his hand slips between your legs. You gasp as he slides his hand along your mound, his thumb slipping across your clit. He rubs softly,
"I bet I can make you fall apart, easy as pie." He purrs. You reach out and grasp his wrist like you always seem to do before he jolts his chest forward, his hand sliding around to your hip. You glance over your shoulder at him, staring daggers. He chuckles, one hand pressing to the base of your belly, his other hand pressing over your hip, his beer bottle sweating against your side. One of your own hands slips back to grasp his neck as you grind your hips back against him. He grunts, lips just before your ear,
"You keep teasing me and I might have to do something about it." He growls, clearing your hair from your shoulder. You tip your head back, a hand pressing to his hip,
"You say it like it's a bad thing. I can guess what'll happen if you're seriously into punishing me. Especially if you're into touching me on the dance floor." You purr. He squeezes your hip,
"You're really looking to get it aren't you?"
"Depends how good you make it." You tell him, gasping when he spins your body, staring down into your eyes,
"I was hoping we'd stay longer, but if you keep this up, you'll end up in a dingy club bathroom stall." He grumbles. He approaches Russell, Willa watching your brunette whisper in Russ's ear, her eyes darting to you. You shrug before he pulls back and takes your hand,
"Let's get out of here." He growls, not letting you respond before he's dragging you outside, hailing a taxi and shrugging from his flannel to drape over your shoulders seeing as it's starting to rain. Once inside the vehicle, he slides in beside you and grips your thigh again, smiling as you pull your arms through his flannel, dragging the collar of it up to your nose and inhaling softly,
"You smell amazing... always." You whisper to him after he's offered up the address of your apartment building. He smiles, wrapping his arm around you and kissing your temple,
"Glad the feeling's mutual because... you smell delectable darling." He purrs, keeping to himself until you reach your building. He follows you inside, shaking the rain from himself as he follows you to the elevator, ruffling his hair as you stab your floor's button.
Climbing into the elevator with him, you giggle as he presses you against the back wall, dragging your knee up to his hip. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours as he ruts his hips against yours. You moan into his mouth, grasping his shoulders tight.
When the doors open, he pulls back, taking your hand again and leading you down the hall to his front door. You lean against his back as he fiddles with his keys, sliding a gold key into the lock and clicking the door open. He holds it open, gesturing you inside. You smile before stepping over the threshold, admiring his apartment like you hadn't, come Christmas. Instead of the mixed berry air freshener, the apartment now smells like him, which is nice. The smell has been comforting in the past few weeks. But now it holds a different connotation. You turn to look at Tom as he gently sets his keys in the bowl inside his door. He stares down at you, swallowing softly. When you near him, he glances down at your lips like he always seems to do before you're brushing his flannel from your shoulders and tossing it over the armchair in the corner. He clears his throat,
"I uhh... a-are you sure you wanna do this? I mean... yeah, I've been teasing you but... you don't have to go through with any of this. We're home now." He poses. You nod, reaching up and sliding your hands up his t-shirt. His chest heaves, "I just don't want you regretting anything-"
"I don't regret you. I never have." You quickly imply. He sighs,
"This is different."
"It really isn't. I'm sick of getting my heart broken over and over again when we both know I'll end up right back here with you anyways. Why not just... spend the rest of my night here, figuring out what all those other girls see in you." You tell him with a smile. He fights his own, corners of his lips twitching upwards before you lean on your toes and press your lips to his softly. He sighs into your mouth, squeezing your hips,
"I dunno," he murmurs, pulling back after a moment, "I think I need more convincing." He half jokes. You giggle, tipping your head back. He holds your arms, chuckling to himself before he releases you and you lean down to undo your heels. You kick them off and sigh, brushing hair over your shoulders before you're sighing and making your way towards his bedroom,
"Fine, fine," You sing song, "Guess I'll just have to do it all myself." You tell him. He chuckles softly again,
"I didn't say that."
"You implied it though Holland." He hums as you push into his bedroom, glancing at the window which rain pummels and wind pushes against. Turning to him, he leans against the doorway with his arms crossed. He gestures to the satin sheeted bed behind you,
"I preformed for you tonight... now it's your turn." He tells you. You smile up at him before rolling your eyes and reaching back behind you to drag the zipper of your dress down, letting the material pool at your feet. Nearing him, you watch him suck in a breath, eyes roaming your body again. He swallows as you reach behind your body and unclip your bra, sliding the material off and tossing it into his face. He catches it, rubbing his thumbs over the material. Standing just before him, you take it from him, tossing it at his feet,
"Would you really rather feel the bra and not what was in it?" You ask. He shrugs,
"The owner didn't offer as of yet." He murmurs. Taking his hands in yours, you press them over your breasts, holding him against you, firm calloused skin against smooth, pliable skin. He hums as he takes the reigns, molding you into him,
"So nice." He murmurs. His eyes find yours,
"Can I uhh-"
"Do whatever you want." He hums again before he's holding your ribs, leaning his head down to lap and suck at your nipples, your head tipping back. You moan as Tom's arms slide around your waist. He hums, dragging you further in. You reach up and hold his shaved head to you, scratching at his scalp to draw a purr from him.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hold him close, letting him suck and nibble at the base of your throat before he raises his head and presses quick, fiery kisses to your lips. You reach down once he's reached full height, unbuckling his belt. His chest heaves and you kiss away his insatiable urge to ask if you're sure you want this as you stand nearly naked before him. He watches your hands skillfully as you slide down to your knees,
"You look perfect collapsed on your knees for me. Jesus." He murmurs. You stare up at him, tossing his belt aside once it's free and undoing the button and zipper on his pants. You tug his pants and boxers down just as he tosses his shirt aside,
"Jesus Christ." You murmur as his cock springs free and he smiles down at you,
"To your liking then?" He asks. You swallow the pool of saliva that collects in your mouth,
"Yeah, I'll say." You murmur. He chuckles before he takes his bottom lip into his mouth and watches you lap at the pre-cum collected at his tip. He grunts as you slide your mouth down around the length of his cock, eyes cast up into his. You pull up just slightly, humming as you swirl your tongue around the tip, taking him back in between your lips. You suck him down over and over again, gagging softly when his tip reaches the back of your throat,
"Such a pretty little thing. You look so much better like this... with your mouth stuffed full of cock." He murmurs. He chews his bottom lip, "Stick your hand in your panties... touch yourself. I want you nice and wet for me." He purrs. You do as you're told, holding his thigh in your hand, your other reaching down into your panties to stroke your clit softly, moaning around him. He grunts as his hips involuntarily jolt into you, gagging you softly again. He chuckles, apologizing under his breath as you work him out over your tongue. He purses his lips, watching your eyes glaze over as you drag wetness from your hole to your clit, circling the bud quickly. He grunts as you moan and whimper,
"Fuck... I know I... shouldn't be bringing this up but... I don't know how anyone could cheat on you. You're so fucking gorgeous." You bat your lashes at him, letting him slip his fingers through your hair, hand pressed to the back of your head. He pushes just slightly, grunting as you gag, his head tipping back. He watches you, holding your head in a tight grasp as you suck him down, your eyes locked in his. His hand travels to your shoulder and he squeezes, bending his knees to pull you from your knees, arms wrapping around your waist,
"As great as you look with my dick in your mouth, I'd like to try out the other pieces of you." He murmurs. You giggle, standing on your toes to kiss him, arms wrapping around his shoulders. He hums as the chest to chest press of you makes his cock twitch. He pulls back and turns your body, swatting you ass gently,
"Get the fuck into bed." He grumbles. You giggle again, doing as you're told and he chases you onto it, finger caught along the hem of your panties. You gasp and he follows suit jokingly when your panties slide down and off. He tosses them on the floor,
"This is your last chance to get out of this. Once I start, I dunno that I'll be able stop with you." He tells you, bowing his head to leave wet kisses along your thighs, hips, and stomach. You hum, brushing your fingers across his head. His hair is starting to grow back slowly,
"I'll hold you to that. I don't want you to stop until the sun comes up." You tell him as he kneels over you, eyes locked in yours. He smiles,
"You just might regret saying that darling." You smile as he leans in to kiss you before he's creeping back down your body, slotting himself between your thighs. You press a hand over his wrist, licking your lips as he leans and slides his tongue between your folds,
"What makes the girlies you're always with make so much noise?" You ask him, your back arching as he laps at your clit, holding your legs apart. He hums, rising himself slightly to circle your hole with two fingers. He eases them inside, slipping them in and out,
"Well, are you flexible?" He asks. You shrug,
"Decent enough."
"I do this thing where I pull your legs over mine, have you arch your back. Hits the perfect spot in most girls." He says with his own nonchalant shrug. You hum, reaching up to hold your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers as he sucks your clit between his lips, his tongue slipping inside of you. You moan, reaching one hand down to hold the back of his neck,
"Fuck Tom." You moan. He slides his hands up your thighs and holds your hips, your hands pressing over his, "At least that mouth is useful for something else other than talking shit." You joke. You giggle as he growls, letting it turn into a moan as he shakes his head, rising after a few more swipes of his tongue,
"I feel like you just want to be punished." He murmurs, swiping at his lips. He raises an eyebrow as he stares down at you, fingers trailing across your hips. You shrug,
"Whatever you want." You mumble. You watch as he leans over and digs in his bedside table for a moment, producing a condom soon enough. He peels it open and you watch as he slides it onto his shaft, leaning over your body and kissing your chin,
"Now you'll have to be quiet. The little girl that lives next door hates me. She's always complaining about the noise. Oh wait..."
"Oh ha ha." He giggles softly,
"She is kind of a bitch." He murmurs,
"Yeah well... it goes both ways." He hums before his hand slips between the two of you and he guides his cock inside of you, pressing his lips to your bottom one when you gasp,
"Fuck... you're so big." You sigh out. He hums, pressing his lips to your throat,
"So fucking tight. You've been done a disservice, I'm sure of that." He murmurs. He reaches down, strumming your clit softly to force more wetness from you. He sucks and nibbles at your neck,
"I could get in big trouble at work for that." You tell him. He hums,
"I can pay Bobby. He and I are pretty tight." He mumbles, drawing his face from your throat. He smirks, "Not as tight as you are of course. But... we're on pretty good terms." He teases. You roll your eyes, wrapping your legs around his waist,
"You act like you're so big and bad."
"I'm sorry, are we in your bed or mine? Who asked to come home with me?"
"Oh you are a little shit. I did not ask to come home with you. It was all implied. You didn't disagree."
"You asked me if I wanted to have sex with you. Was I supposed to say no? Have you seen yourself? Have you seen this body? I don't think so." He murmurs. Rolling your eyes, you press a hand to his shoulder,
"Pull out. I change my mind about this. You're a fucking idiot." He chuckles, moving his hips to send a shiver through you and send a gasp from between your lips. He opens his mouth, raises his eyebrows and nods,
"Still want me to pull out?" He asks in a sultry voice. You whimper, one hand slipping over his shoulder and the nails on it sinking into his skin,
"No... no, that's okay." You mumble. He chuckles darkly,
"Thought so." Drawing back and pressing back in, Tom grumbles as you claw his back, your own arching up into him. His hand not resting on the pillow beside you slides along your lower back, holding you arched against him so he can lap at your taut nipples again. You hold his shoulders as he moves himself in and out of you slowly at first, gaining speed as he feels you stretch out around him. You whimper, fingertips pressed into Tom's skin as he leans in and kisses you softly, trailing his lips down your chin and across your throat,
"So fucking warm and wet baby. God you're fantastic." He praises, smiling when you whimper, "Oh don't tell me you have a praise kink sweet thing." He purrs. You groan,
"Shut up. It's been a while and... I think you'll easily be my best." You tell him, back arching again. He hums, rising to his knees and dragging your legs over his. He purses his lips, holding your hips,
"Arch your back darling." He commands. You squirm into position, doing as you're told,
"Ready?" He asks, sliding a hand across your stomach. You nod, reaching down and pressing your hands over his on your hips before he grunts and thrusts himself deep inside of you, his tip scathing along your sweet spot. You gasp, reaching up to cover your mouth as a particularly loud scream threatens to fall from your lips,
"Ya know... you're the neighbor. You don't actually have to be that quiet." He informs, not slowing his thrusts. You reach out to grasp his wrists,
"Well I'd rather not one," You yelp, "lose my voice, and two," another moan, "burst your eardrums. But fuck that feels good." You tell him. He chuckles, picking up pace, his thumb reaching out to rub your clit. You cry out loudly,
"Oh see now that's fucking sexy." He grumbles, rubbing his free hand up your thigh, "very, very fucking sexy."
"Faster." You command. He does as he's told, chuckling darkly when you squeal,
"See it's a lot sexier coming from you. Spent weeks jerking off... trying to figure out how you'd sound, wondering how you'd look fucking me and here you are darling. Absolutely fucking stunning. You whimper and cry out with each thrust, grasping his arms,
"Oh fuck Tom!" You squeal. Smiling down at you, he leans in, kissing your neck,
"So... are you seeing what makes all the girlies scream?" He asks. You nod, panting as you press your hands to his shoulders,
"Fuck yes... God you're so fucking good!" Your nails sink into his shoulders and he grunts, dragging you up from the bed and into his lap. You squeal as he presses a hand to your lower back and you drape your arms over his shoulders,
"You aren't allowed to stop." You tell him. He smiles, craning his neck to kiss you,
"Well if I let you keep going, you'll cum way earlier than I'd like you to." He tells you. You roll your eyes before he's drawing out, helping you to your knees quickly and pressing back inside of you with a grip on your hips. You moan,
"So fucking sweet baby. So nice and tight. So fucking wet." He grumbles. He presses a hand to your lower back, shoving your face into his sheets, holding an arm behind your back. You grasp his wrist, moaning and whimpering as he thrusts in and out of you, his free hand coming down against your butt in a harsh slap. Glancing over your shoulder, you bite your lip, watching him. His face glistens in sweat, features thrown into the throws of pleasure. You back up into him, digging your nails into his wrist.
He glances up, releasing your arm and reaching down to hold your hips in his hands, pressing himself deeper and quicker inside of you,
"You're so fucking gorgeous. You like having my cock stuffed inside you darling?" He asks once he's leaned in, your back pressed to his chest. You nod, chewing your bottom lip, backing yourself against him,
"Fucking love it. You fill me up so good." You moan, tipping your head back against his shoulder. He hums, kissing your earlobe. He reaches beneath you, fingers falling around your clit. You cry out as he rubs roughly and leans back slightly, pounding into you, his free hand falling around your throat and giving a good squeeze,
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk..." You chant as he chases your high. You squeal, digging your face into his pillow when it finally takes over and your back arches up into his chest. He grunts, releasing your throat and pressing his hand to the space between your shoulders,
"Good girl." He holds your hip in his opposite hand and chases his own high. He chuckles darkly as you clutch the sheets below you, continuing to moan before he's spilling into the condom, tipping his head back as he finishes. He sighs once his orgasm starts to ebb away. He draws out shortly, gently helping you settle amongst the sheets,
"Gimme one second babe." He tells you, kissing the middle of your back. You groan, listening to him rustle around in his bathroom for a moment before he returns, brushing your legs apart again. You whimper as he drags a damp washcloth between them,
"Sorry." He tosses it into the sink before he returns, climbing into bed beside you and slinging the blanket across his waist. You sigh, snuggling into his side. He wraps an arm around you, kissing your temple,
"That was good."
"As if it wouldn't be." You murmur, lips pressed to his skin. He chuckles, pressing a hand over yours when you maneuver yourself to lay your torso across his, hand pressed over his pec,
"Are you ever this soft with the other girls you sleep with?" You ask him. He presses a hand over your lower back and shrugs,
"I'm an excellent lover. But... not really like this. I mean, sometimes they'll stay but... I'm a lot rougher and there isn't this much kissing." He admits. Just for effect, you lean up and kiss him, his lips forming a smile into it, "I'm just really into you. We met in such an unconventional way and I like that you aren't one of the girls from the circuit. You couldn't give a fuck less what I do and I really, really like that." He admits, staring up at the ceiling. When you don't respond, he glances down at you, smiling softly,
"What?" You shake your head and prop yourself up on his chest,
"I just didn't realize that you had such a soft side. You're a sappy fuck." You tell him. He chuckles and shakes his head softly,
"Shut the fuck up. Get out of my bed with that shit. I was just having a moment." You giggle again,
"I'm kidding anyways. I like you like that. It's really sweet. With the luck I've had recently, it's really enduring getting this side of you." You admit. He hums,
"Yeah, I'll agree with that." He mumbles, stroking your hair off to one side, fingers trailing across your back, "But just... say you're done for now. We can keep this up or... go out or whatever, but no more fucking muscle heads. Tell me right here you're done with them." He asks of you, eyebrows knit together. You can tell from the look on his face that the joking moment is over. Pressing your hand over his heart, you purse your lips,
"I was... gonna make a comment about you being a muscle head and how am I supposed to promise you that but... I promise you that all that time of me having someone in my apartment is done. It's you or no one." You confirm. He nods,
"Good." You sigh, laying your head over his chest for a moment before you're reminded of something he said. Pressing your chin to his shoulder, you glance up at him,
"Were you serious about jerking off thinking about me?" You ask him. His cheeks burn bright red,
"Oh... that-"
"You did, didn't you?"
"Well... ya see... I have."
"When?" You ask him. He chews the inside of his lip,
"Christmas." He admits. You sigh,
"I did leave you hanging huh?"
"And after you went to sleep the night we kissed. I couldn't help it." You stare up at him gape mouthed,
"With me still asleep in your lap?"
"Well no... I did go to the bathroom. You're a pretty deep sleeper you know that? And I kinda regretted it when I came back because you were snuggled into my sweater but... now I don't feel so bad having seen your body when you're being pleasured." He tells you. You smile up at him,
"Even though that was... highly sexual, that's kind of the cutest thing you've said to me since we met." He frowns, chuckling softly after a moment,
"You are the oddest girl I've ever met." Giggling, you lean down and bite into his nipple. He yelps, covering it as you nuzzle into his side with another giggle.
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The next morning, when you wake, rain pelts the window, seeming to have continued from the night before. You brush Tom's arm which has been slung across your waist, aside and stand, heading for his bathroom. When you return, the dim light from the window casts a glow about his half covered body that sends an idea for an art piece through your head.
Sneaking into a shirt of his and your panties, you creep next door and fetch some supplies, hurrying back before he wakes and moves. You set up an easel at the foot of the bed, dragging a chair into place before you're settling and taking turns going between admiring him and painting his features across the canvas.
Soon enough though, Tom groans as he wakes, stretching out his muscles before he starts to turn over,
"Don't move." You softly assure. He cracks an eye open, the chocolate colored iris scanning you,
"What are you doing?" He asks, voice laced with sleep still. You smile,
"I'm all about sights and perfect places and all that for my work and... I got up to pee and you looked really peaceful. So... I popped in next door, got some of my stuff and came back to capture the moment." You explain. He hums, taking a deep breath. He keeps his eyes closed,
"So in short, you're the Jack Dawson to my Rose DeWitt Bukater? You know this little piece of yours will sell for a mint." He murmurs. You roll your eyes,
"You know what I said last night about not regretting going from friends to more by sleeping together? Yeah, I change my mind, I do regret it. You're too fucking conceited." You joke. He chuckles,
"You were the one begging me to fuck you until the sun came up. Last time I checked it was my name you were calling out when you came so... I think I deserve that whole... conceited thing." He informs. You roll your eyes,
"You were there to sate the urge. That is all little boy."
"Oh really? So... you're not going to think about my head between those legs ever again? I mean... you can think about getting eaten out but I can guarantee that it'll be my face you see every time you do if you walk out that door and never come back." He tells you,
"Well I didn't say I wouldn't be coming back I just... I'm just saying that you were... an instrument I used to get off instead of doing it all myself." You deflect. He narrows his eyes,
"Mmhmm." He mumbles before he's resting back against the bedding, yawning softly as he patiently waits for you to finish. You go back to glancing between him in bed, and your canvas until you're sitting back and admiring your work, pleased with the outcome,
"Alright pretty boy. All it has to do is dry." He smiles before he's rolling onto his back, exposing a hip to you as you stand and stretch out your back, nearing him in bed. He stares up at you,
"Coming to give into temptation and use me for your urges again?" He asks. You roll your eyes again,
"You are so dramatic."
"Hey, you're the one that said it, not me." Sighing, you shrug,
"Maybe I am, maybe I just wanna cuddle." You murmur. He stares for a moment longer before he's wiggling closer to one side of the bed,
"The bed is really cold without you. And you're wearing too many clothes." He murmurs. His eyes follow your hands as they first, slip your panties off, tossing them over your shoulder and then, get to work on the buttons of his shirt, popping each one open to reveal more skin until you're brushing it from your shoulders and climbing into bed beside him,
"Better?"
"Oh, so much." He confirms. You giggle, laying your head over his shoulder as his arm wraps around you, his hands resting over your hip. He sighs as you reach up and scratch the back of his neck,
"I didn't know how much I'd like the buzzcut but... here we are." You tell him. He chuckles,
"So I've heard. I did it one other time just to keep those damn curls out of my face and... girls swarmed me." He informs, staring at the ceiling. You giggle, leaning in to kiss where his neck meets shoulder,
"There's something about it that makes you sexy. I don't know what it is." A smile plasters itself across his face,
"Do I dare make a joke about knowing how sexy I am?" He asks. Smirking up at him when he glances down, you shake your head,
"No... you really don't have to. I get it. You love yourself." Laughing again, he turns on his side, tucking one arm under his head and staring at you,
"There's a lot of things I love. I've learned that... no one will have my back like I will. Especially in my line of work. Those guys in the ring with me... sure, they're my managers and my trainers but their paychecks are determined upon my performance and if I don't do well... there isn't much they can do. So... I joke around when I say shit like that but... if it seems like I'm selfish... I guess I am." He explains with an almost nonchalant shrug. Reaching up to trace your thumb over his cheekbone, you frown,
"Don't say that."
"I'm serious-"
"Don't." He purses his lips, not willing to argue with you, "Its not selfish Tom. How many times have I relied on someone and they've fucked me over? I mean... how many times have I ended up right back in your arms because I've been fucked over by someone else? It's not selfish to focus on yourself over someone else. How are you supposed to be a good boyfriend, a good husband, father, friend, fuck... a good person if you don't have yourself figured out?" You lecture. He blinks up at you, lips pursed until he leans in, kissing your lips softly. He wraps an arm around your waist, deepening the kiss when you grip the back of his neck,
"I'm just a little obsessed with you." He murmurs as you stroke the stubble there. You smile, pecking his lips a few times more,
"I really thought I'd hate you after that first night but... you're actually pretty damn amazing." You reason. He chuckles, draping his arms over your lower back when you press yourself onto him, forcing him onto his back again,
"I like being who you come to. I don't think I'd want it any other way." He tells you, tucking an arm behind his head. You hum and smile, tracing across his abdomen,
"Yeah? You like seeing me heartbroken?"
"Okay well... I didn't say that-" Giggling, you nod,
"I get it. You're obsessed with me and now here I am, in your bed, having the time of my life." You tell him. He smiles and nods, tucking hair behind your ear,
"I think, when given the chance, I can give you a good time. Ya know... all the guys I've seen you around, I knew they weren't good and... you came to my match and you've been spending a lot of time with me and... I'm just glad that this is how it turned out. To be honest." He tells you, tracing his fingers across your bare skin. You lay your head over his shoulder, kissing the groove of his arm,
"Truthfully, I'm glad that I'm here now too." Sighing, you turn on your back and pull his comforter up over your body. He smiles, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pressing his hand over your chest,
"I'm just glad you're happy. That's all I want for you." He murmurs. You nod,
"I am. More than you'll ever know." You tell him. He smiles, leaning in and kissing your temple. You sigh, holding his hand across your chest, watching rain pound against the window as you lay in each other's arms, silence enveloping you save the sound of your skin across his as you rub his arm, kissing his wrist,
"I wanna see this piece." He tells you after another moment, starting to rise from the bed. You scoot to the other edge of it,
"Just... keep in mind that I'm not professional please." He watches you slide his shirt back on, sliding it around you to fight the chill as you move to his side before the easel and he hums as he admires it. You wrap your arms around his waist, lips pressed into his shoulder. He presses his hands over your arms,
"You're not allowed to tell me you aren't professional. This is amazing babe." He tells you, smoothing over your arms. You sigh,
"I see a lot wrong with it."
"Well I don't. You don't have to knit pick it all. It's beautiful." He assures, dragging you from behind him and into his arms. You giggle, holding his arms around you,
"If you're serious... you can have it."
"No, no, I want you to have it. Hang it above your bed." Rolling your eyes, you brush his arms from around you. He clicks his tongue and holds your hands, "I'm kiddingggggg."
"The funny thing is... you so aren't."
"No... it's a beautiful piece darling, but I'd love for you to be able to sell it. You deserve to be able take money for this kinda stuff." He tells you, turning you to rub your shoulders. You hum as pleasure seems into your muscles,
"Are you sure? You really want your face in someone you don't know's house?" You ask. He snorts,
"Your art is good, but you can't really tell that that's me love." He poses. You shrug,
"Suppose you're right."
"But if you'd like to keep it, we can hang it in our living room." He purrs, kissing your neck. You frown, glancing up at him,
"Our living room?"
"Yeah, when I move you in with me eventually. Obviously." He tells you with a nonchalant shrug. Rolling your eyes, you sigh,
"Don't get too ahead of yourself stud. Let's start with a shower and you can get to making me some food to pay me back for using my materials." You tell him, standing on your toes with your arms around his neck. He presses his hands over your bare hips, smiling down at you before he leans in and pecks your lips,
"Very commanding." He mumbles. Giggling, you pull him down for one more kiss before he's grasping your bottom, squeezing and swatting at it for effect. He presses his forehead to yours,
"Go ahead and uhh, hop in the shower. I'll join in a sec." He tells you, brushing his shirt from your shoulders again. You nod, trailing to his bathroom and starting the water. Tying your hair up, you hum and climb in, closing your eyes as hot water soothes your achy muscles. You stand beneath it for a moment, letting it melt the tension from you, thinking about all of the things that happened the night before.
It'd been a lot. You'd watched Tom fight and you hadn't intended on sleeping with him but the marks that litter both of your bodies confirm that it was a wild time and neither of you regret it. Tom, in fact, seems to be in a deeply peaceful state this morning. You definitely thought you'd feel guilty about all of it, but waking up beside him, you only felt contentment. Your heart feels full and happy. You feel like a million bucks.
Tom gently pulls the shower curtain back, humming as he joins you in the shower, stepping forward and placing his hands over your arms. He leans in and kisses your cheek gently,
"So beautiful." Glancing back at him, you stare up into his eyes for a moment before you're turning to lean in and kiss him,
"It feels so good to finally kiss you, uninterrupted." You murmur. He smiles and nods,
"Definitely. Nothing feels better than kissing you." He murmurs, leaning in for another one. You giggle as he spins your body, pressing his front to yours, pressing quick pecks to your lips,
"Is it... is it too early to ask... what this is?" You ask him, scrubbing your hand along the back of his head. He purses his lips,
"Well I mean... I told you to get off the dating apps and had sex with you so... I was hoping we'd be... like... more than friends."
"I was too if I'm honest. I really, really hate being alone." He presses his hands over your bottom, pecking your lips once more,
"You don't have to worry about it anymore love. I've got you." He reassures, pressing his forehead to yours. You reach up and press a palm to his cheek, tracing your thumb across his bottom lip. You fight the urge to tell him you love him as he kisses the pad of your thumb,
"Now... let's get cleaned up so I can get some breakfast in you and maybe I'll take you back to bed today." He purrs, brushing his hands up your body and across your arms draped over his shoulders. You giggle,
"Can't wait." Smiling, he kisses you once more, before you resort to cleaning each other.
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