Hey, Roomie!
Summary: Westlake Academy has been good to you. So good, that you found yourself in your new roommates bed within the first few weeks of attending it.. no complaints there! (ftm!reader x Tom Jordan)
A/n: For my dear @canbiluv who has waited SO long for me to get this out, ilysm Elli !! I've been in such a long writing funk but it's okay guys we're powering thru it, thanks for sticking around with me !! :)
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Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), oral sex, ftm!reader, nothin' too crazy aside from Tom's loud personality
Of all things, your first day at Westlake Academy started with a six-foot-something hurricane of chaos barging into your space.
“New guy, right?” he grins, dropping his duffel on the floor like he owns the place. He doesn’t even wait for you to answer before sinking into the bed opposite yours. “Tom,” he says with a nod.
From that moment on, Tom makes it his mission to bug you in every way possible. He yawns obnoxiously in the mornings, steals your pens when you’re trying to study, constantly asks you dumb hypothetical questions when you’re trying to read.. It’s always something with him.
“Who would you say is the hottest girl at Westlake?” “Tom, I’m taking notes.” “Ah, guys are more your style.. So who’s the hottest guy?”
It should drive you insane, and it kind of does.. but somewhere between his ridiculous questions and his lopsided grins, you start to notice things. Like how when he laughs it always comes from deep in his chest, or how his hair is always messy, but in a way that works, or how he slows down his walk to match yours, even though you’ve never asked him to.
And then one night, when the two of you are sprawled across your beds tossing popcorn at each other, things escalated.
“Bet you can’t make it into my mouth from there,” he challenges, his lips curved into that infuriating grin.
You flick a piece of popcorn at him, and it bounces off his cheek.
“Ooh, Weak..” he teases, leaning back on his elbows. “C’mere, I’ll show you how it’s done.”
You roll your eyes but climb off your bed anyway, crossing the tiny space between you. He tilts his head back, holding a piece of popcorn above his mouth dramatically, and of course, misses completely. You laugh, taking another piece and dropping it from the same spot above him, finally managing to make it in. His eyes widen, and you both break out into a fit of laughter.
But when the laughter fades, it’s replaced by a quiet buzz in the air. His eyes flicker from yours down to your mouth, and before you can even process what’s happening, he closes the gap, kissing you soft at first, like he’s testing the waters.
You kiss him back.
What starts off sweet quickly turns into something hungrier. His hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer, until you’re practically straddling his lap. The popcorn bag tips over, scattering across the floor, but neither of you care.
“Your lips are salty,” he murmurs against your lips, and you laugh breathlessly.
The kiss deepens, heat pooling in your chest as his fingers trail under the hem of your shirt. There’s a nervous thrill in the pit of your stomach, but you don’t stop him. If anything, you tug him closer. His mouth trails along your jaw, down to your neck, each kiss making your heart race faster.
Your clothes come off in messy layers, more laughter spilling out between kisses when one of you fumbles. He teases you even then, whispering something about how uncoordinated you are, and you tug on the hairs at the nape of his neck.. but that only makes him grin wider before kissing you breathless again.
He eventually flips you both over so that he’s on top, hands skimming down your sides before falling to where your sweatpants are resting against your hips. He starts tugging them down, and your breathing anxiously picks up a little, but before you can say anything he’s already pulling them down to your thighs and palming you through your boxers.
You feel his hand still for a second and his head tilts, looking down, and then back to your eyes.
“Yeah..forgot about that, I’m trans..”
You watch his face for a reaction, and your breathing evens out when he responds with an exaggerated “Ohhh, got it.” When he nods and continues pulling them down, you sink into the bed a little more.
His large hands spread your thighs apart, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he moves down the bed. You hadn’t noticed your eyes were squeezed shut, until they flew open at the feeling of his tongue running along your cunt and his thumb finding its way to your clit. You bring your hand down to push his bangs from his face and hold his head as he goes down on you, tongue flicking against all of the right spots.
His hands roam across your abdomen, moving up to slide along your sides and pull you even closer to his face. He feels so, so good.
But you really need more.
You pull his face away and he gasps a little, eyes glazed over with pure sex. “Get up here and fuck me.” You purr quietly, and he instantly complies.
“I, uh, have condoms if you’re not on the pill or anything?” you shake your head. “No, been on it since I was fourteen, you’re good.”
Tom’s eyes glimmer as he settles between your parted thighs, his cock resting hard against your core.
"Do you want me to take it slow, or-" he murmurs, but you cut him off in anticipation. “No, just take it like you mean it.” He smirks looking down at you, “Jeez, impatient much?” You huff out a laugh as he guides himself towards your entrance.
He leans down to capture your lips in a slow kiss as he slowly pushes forward, the thick head of his cock parting your wet folds and slipping inside your cunt.
"Oh, you feel so fucking good," he breathes against your mouth, his hips rocking in a steady, unhurried rhythm. Tom takes his time, building a steady pace as he fills you inch by inch, leaving you whining against his lips. His hands roam your body, caressing your sides and pressing against your abdomen to feel himself with each rock of his hips.
"Fuck, yeah.” he encourages you softly as you start to move with him, your hips rising to meet his slow, deep thrusts. "God, that’s so hot.. Keep doing that, fuck."
He changes the angle slightly, and suddenly, you feel a wave of pleasure radiating from your core. A breathy moan escapes your lips, and Tom smiles against your skin, knowing he's found that spot that drives you wild.
"Yeah, right there? I'll remember that," he promises, his voice a husky whisper in your ear. "Because I wanna feel you, all day, everyday."
Tom increases his pace gradually, his thrusts becoming more purposeful and sure. The room fills with the soft sounds of his hips against yours - the creaking of the mattress, the gentle slap of skin on skin, and the mingled gasps and grunts leaving both of your mouths.
He props himself up on his forearms to gaze down at you, his hazel eyes darkened with sex and want. Tom leans in to capture your lips in another deep kiss, swallowing your moans as he continues rough-fucking you into his bed, his hips rolling in a rhythm that has you lost in a haze of pleasure. His tongue dances with yours as he speeds up with each thrust, filling you up and stretching you around his cock.
"God, I can feel you, sweetheart," He murmurs against your lips, voice ragged with lust. "So hot.."
He trails kisses along your jaw and down your neck, his teeth lightly grazing your skin and leaving a path of tingling warmth in its wake. Tom’s hands skim up your neck to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks and drawing a shuddering gasp from you.
As he feels your walls fluttering around him, Tom knows you're getting close. He doubles his efforts, his thrusts becoming more rough and steady as the tip of his cock bullies your cervix with each rock of his hips.
"Gonna cum?," his voice is a low, seductive rumble in your ear. You nod with a needy whine, hands coming up to grasp his shoulders and hold on for dear life as he practically slams into you now. With a few more targeted thrusts, he brings down his hand to circle his thumb over your clit, sending you hurtling over the edge. You groan before crying out his name as your body tenses with the force of your orgasm, your cunt spasming and rippling around him.
"Yeah, atta’ boy," he groans, and those words alone make your eyes cross behind your closed eyelids. You’d never pegged him to be such a dirty talker.. then again, he’s always been a mouthy one.
With a strangled grunt, Tom buries himself to the hilt, cumming thick and hot inside of you. He keeps at a slow pace as he works the both of you through your climax, dragging out soft moans and sighs from each of your lips.
The night blurs into warmth and touches, the rhythm of two people who never thought this would happen but can’t stop now that it has. His hands were everywhere, gentle when you needed them to be, firmer when you wanted more.
And later, when you’re tangled up in his sheets, his arm draped over you, he mutters sleepily, “Knew you’d cum first.”
You nudge him with your elbow. “Shut up.”
But he just laughs softly, and you can’t help but smile, because maybe having the chaos that is Tom Jordan as a roommate isn’t the worst thing in the world after all.
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