Tom fingering the reader for the first time?
and i oop :)) i definitely wrote about this in another fic but it wasn’t the main focus so voilà !! sorry if this sucks. but enjoy x
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word count: 1,732
warnings: just smut minors dni (18+), inexperienced!tom, nervous!tom, fingering, just really soft in general, praise, slight sub!tom, dry humping, cursing, like one ass grab + bad writing bc i had a bad day with the bookies 😡😡
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His hands were everywhere, caressing, touching, feeling every inch of skin they could access. You were sat on his lap, straddling him half naked on top of his bed. Lips engaged in messy movements, finding that perfect rhythm you both were accustomed to.
Tom and you had never gone past this stage, both young and nervous to explore new aspects of a romantic relationship. He assured you that you should never feel pressured to go further, until you were ready, and you told him the same. This was his first relationship too; everything new and exciting.
Lifting his hips, he used his strength to guide you onto your back. His body weighed heavy on top of yours as he found a comfortable position. One of his leg slotted between you, his forearms propped beside you, holding him up. You could feel his stiffness pressed against your thigh.
Pulling your lips away, your hands cupped his face, thumb caressing his bottom lip. It was swollen, wet and bright pink. Flicking your eyes up to his, you searched them for a sign. A sign that he wanted more. You swallowed air, composing yourself. “Tommy, I’m ready to take the next step.” You whispered, still in a daze.
His eyes widened, surprised at your actions. His tongue felt dry, not sure how to approach the situation he was in. “Um, uh, like you want to go further?” He asked, wanting clarification.
Nodding, you slipped a hand to the back of his neck, fiddling with the root of his curly locks. “Yeah Tom. Only if you are ready.”
He took a second, gathering his thoughts. Eyes flickered between yours and your lips, his appetite growing. “Maybe, maybe I could, um, y’know?” He choked, unable to finish his sentence.
An eyebrow perked up, confused. “Finger you.” He blurted, a deep red blush painted his cheeks. A mix of embarrassment and shyness washing over him.
“Are you sure? I could maybe give you a blowjob?” You offered, trying to calm his nerves.
“No. I would like to get you off. That sounded horrible.” He mumbled, mentally slapping himself for choosing those particular words knowing he could’ve word it much more sexier.
You giggled, pecking his lips, reassuring him it was okay. “Okay Tom.”
“Okay.” He repeated, adjusting his position to lay on his side so he would have better access.
Tom would’ve been lying if he said he had any idea what he was doing. The only knowledge he had was gathered was from porn that he had watched. His hand frantically went to pull at your shorts, stopping to ask your permission.
“Tom, relax. I will help okay. And if I don’t like something I’ll tell you to stop. You can take off my shorts it’s okay.”
He smiled, thankful you were understanding. He removed your shorts, exposing the blue thong you had wore to his house. “My favourite colour.” He smirked causing your cheeks to burn. You may or may not have done that on purpose- just in case.
With a little confidence, he moved to lay on his stomach in between your thighs. His head rested on your mid abdomen as hands roamed the skin of your inner thighs. His finger hooked around the thin material, looking up at you making sure you were still comfortable.
With no objections, he tore away the fabric slowly from your heat, gliding it down your legs. Returning to his position, he almost came in his pants from the sight in front of him. Your glistening core, bare and raw. “You are so pretty.” He complimented, placing a hand teasingly close to your heat; his thumb could touch your folds.
“Um so, you could play with my clit. Y’know, just get me ready.” You instructed, watching your boyfriend who was fascinated by the view.
He did as told, two digits finding your bud, rubbing circles around it. It was a light pressure, but it felt amazing. He gaze intently watched your response, figuring out what you liked. He picked up the pace and pressure, sending pleasurable shocks through your body. Your back arched as the ache between your legs increased.
Taking the opportunity, he slipped an arm under your back, hooking it around your waist. The grip made him feel like he had complete control. He held you still as his fingers continued to try and figure out your body. His forehead rested on lower stomach, eyes watching his movements against you. Hands gravitated to his hair, massaging his scalp.
“Tommy, feels so good.” You encouraged, soft moans escaping between your heavy pants. You felt your core grow needier and needier. Wanting more.
“Can I?” He groaned, the sounds of your wetness causing his pants to tighten.
“Please. Tommy. Please.” You begged, desperately pushing your hips against his touch.
With permission, his digits slipped through your folds, covering them in your arousal. You could feel a presence loom over your aching center causing you to pull at his roots. “Please.”
Your angelic plea caused him to moan before a single digit penetrated your weeping entrance. His digits were larger than yours, the stretch feeling foreign at the start.
Tom repositioned, laying on the bed between your trembling thighs, his upper body hovering over you. He could see everything clearer. Your bare heat, your face. You watched his hand work hard, fingers dipping and disappearing. Veins popped, skin red. Hair was sticking to his forehead as a layer of sweat beginning to form.
“Tommy.” You moaned, his name rolling of his tongue.
“Yes, darling. Talk to me.” He purred, fingers slowing down, allowing your brain to function for a minute.
“More. Tom please. Doing so good.” You praised, fingers treading through his hair, fixing the messy locks.
He nodded, adding another digit into your wet core. The stretch burned, his fingers much thicker than yours. Gasping, Tom stilled, ensuring your were okay. You took a few moments to adjusted to his size. “Darling, you okay?” He worried, never wanting or meaning to hurt you.
“Yes. Just bigger than I’m used to. Tommy.” You panted, body beginning to roll, causing your hips to move on his fingers making his eyes widened.
“Fuck.” He growled, returning to continue his calculated movements.
His digits were stiff as he found the perfect pace. Motions were rapid, diving deep into your heat. Walls clutched around them, begging them to stay. Tom eyes were focused, trying his best to please you. Your moans were music to his ears. It became his motivation.
The knot in your stomach began to build, but you knew you needed more. “Tommy, a bit– higher.” Tom didn’t understand what you meant. His eyebrows furrowed, looking for clarification.
“Could, could you curl them please?” You stuttered, the feeling of embarrassment overcoming you, hating how bossy or rude you might sound.
Tom didn’t hesitate to comply, curling the digits immediately hitting your g-spot causing you to cry out. Your thighs contracted, tension building. Watching you begin to unfold beneath him had a strong effect on him, his hips beginning to rut against the mattress.
As the pleasure continued, your brain stopped functioning. Incoherent words spilled from your lips. You were so close, but you needed that edge. “Tom- clit.” You blabbered, stomach begin to twitch as your orgasm crept closer.
Tom quickly figured out the coordination needed, thumb circling your clit just how he had done before as finger continued to relentlessly pound into you. You took a final glimpse of the boy that towered you; jaw clenched, rosy cheeks and his lip tucked between his teeth. The scene became too much for your senses, eyes rolling to the back of your head as fist balled the sheets, you cried out.
Tom watched your reaction to his touch, cock throbbing violently as he frantically humped the bed. His arm that was latched to your hip kept your body steady as he picked up the pace.
“Right there. Right there. Fuck.” You pleaded between heavy breaths.
Thighs quaked as your heat clenched around his fingers, making it nearly impossible for him to move. The constant collision with your spot hidden in your silky walls, the attention your swollen bud received, his groans and grunts. It pushed you over the edge without warning.
A wave of pleasure crashed over you, nearly wiping you out. A series of profanities and loud moans escaped, the air becoming so thick you could barely breathe. The knot had exploded, sending electric tingles through your pulsing veins.
So lost in euphoria, you hadn’t noticed Toms loud groan as he too, hit his climax. Watching you, lose control because of him, was enough for his cock to find release. His hips stilled as his head dropped to your thigh as he finally collapsed, his body tired. Your hand went to his hair, playing with the dampened locks as you tried to ground yourself.
“Tommy.” You whined, missing him. Missing his touch.
Tom felt the same, humming as he climbed up your body to cuddle your fragile, weakened frame. Your head settled under his chin as his strong arms held you tight. Breaths were heavy as you both tried to calm your bodies. The feeling of ecstasy lingering.
“Fuck Tom.” You hissed, the aftershocks causing your legs to continuously shake.
He huffed, a light chuckle leaving his swollen lips. “I was so nervous. Scared, if I am honest.” He admitted, his wet hand soothing your bare back. “But from your reaction, I can assume I did alright.”
“More than alright.” You assured, littering his neck with small, loving kisses. “How bout I return the favour?” You perked, hands wandering his abdomen, travelling further south.
He cleared his throat. “Maybe in a bit.” His mumbled, slightly humiliated that he had cum in his pants.
“Oh.”
“I kinda, finished, already.” He confessed, voice soft. “You were just so... hot. Fuck.”
Blushing, you giggled before tucking your body impossibly closer to his. “Did I really do that to you?” You murmured, shocked that you had that effect on someone.
“Yes. I mean, the way your body moved. Your moans. That pretty little puss–“ “Tom!” You exclaimed, slapping the back of his head. He retaliated by grabbing a handful of your ass, a low guttural groan vibrated in your ears. A grin spread across his face.
“Actually, maybe I will take you up on that offer.”