please indulge me with a post-proposal balcony celebration where y/n’s dress doesn’t come all the way off thank youuuu
status: post-story; engaged; your pov - balcony shenanigans. read the fame game!
this is...a need and not a want. thank you for sending it in :’)
— finishing tfg blurb night! — // contains nsfw -- 18+ minors dni.
extended warnings: contains fem-receiving fingering and unprotected balcony sex (please wrap before you tap)
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The hard railing of the balcony presses into your back, but the ache is the last thing on your mind as your lips meet with Tom’s again and again. Your hands are on his shoulders, and in the dim glow coming up from the city below you, the engagement ring on your finger glints. It catches your eye, makes you pull away from Tom’s lips, so soft and pillowy, to stare at the diamond, a small smirk flickering out across your face.
“What is it?” Tom grunts, his hands on your waist. He presses his face into your neck as you inspect the ring, his nose cool against your skin.
“Just admiring my new accessory,” you mumble. Your breath hitches as his lips roam the column of your throat, biting and sucking at your sensitive skin until you’re moaning. “Fuck, Tom.” You finally stop looking at your ring, drawing your hands up to hold his hair. You pull him nearer, your eyes screwing shut as he nips at the tender patch below your ear before smoothing over the bite with his tongue.
Tom weaves his way around to your mouth, leaving a series of wet kiss along your jawline before capturing your lips in a deep snog.
“You know,” he says, speaking against your lips. His hands are on your waist, but they creep back to rest on the curves of your bum. As he pulls you closer, his eyes glint in the dim evening light. “Been thinking about pulling off this dress all night.” His voice is low, accented, and it sends thrills down your spine, straight to your centre. “You look bloody stunning, love.”
You bite your lip, stifling a moan as Tom grabs handfuls of your ass over the material of the dress. “Thank you,” you manage. You’re overcome with a very sudden, very deep urge to have him, as you look at the lust in his eyes. Your fiancé looks exceptionally handsome tonight - covered in that fitted suit, his short brown hair clipped and styled just how you like it. The scent of his cologne is almost overpowering. “Tom.”
“Mm?”
You drop your lips to his ear, letting your teeth briefly brush his lobe before whispering, darkly, “Want you to fuck me on this balcony.”
Tom groans, and you think you can feel the hard line of his length pushing up against you before he moves away, his hands shifting down your thighs. He very quickly and easily moves them beneath your dress, the loose skirt giving him easy access. You moan softly when he knocks your thighs apart and drags two of his fingers across the front of your panties.
“Well, well, well,” Tom murmurs. He looks up at you, a cocky smirk hanging from his lips. “You’re wet.”
You bite back a moan as his hand dips beneath the material. With those skilled, slender digits, Tom dips his fingertips down to your hot entrance, gathering some of the slick pooled at your hole before dragging it up to your clit. He watches your face, seeming to enjoy the small whimpering moans that leave your lips as he works his touch over your tender bud.
“Feels so good,” you tell him, voice hoarse. You press back against the railing, glad for the support. Tom’s back to kissing up your neck, suckling small hickeys against your skin. You pull him closer, grinning when you feel his cock, more pronounced that ever, nudging against your thigh. “I like this suit on you,” you add, “Makes you look very dashing.”
“Thanks, darling.” Tom easily slips two of his fingers into you, quickly opening you up. There’s no resistance - you’re needy for it, soaked with arousal, your blood boiling in your veins as you grip to his shoulders and grind down to meet his digits as they explore your passage.
“You should keep it on,” you say, breathless. Though it’s the last thing you want to do, you push him back a little. Tom retracts his fingers, giving your clit a final rub before moving his hand to his mouth and sucking off your arousal, his eyes dark.
“Oh, really?” Tom hands move over your figure, stroking over your hips, applying a hard pressure that makes you whimper. “Are you that fucking desperate?”
You nod, throat running dry. “Yeah,” you admit, “I need you, Tom.” You decide to tease him, running a hand down until you feel his crotch, your palm applying firm pressure to his straining member. “I think you need me too,” you add, whispering into the night sky. He groans as he grinds against you, and the sight of his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes blown wide with lust makes you feel powerful. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
Tom almost groans, his voice strained. “There is nothing I’d like to do more than make beautiful, passionate love to my gorgeous fiancé all night,” he affirms, making you shiver in response. He raises an eyebrow, one of his hands going to your cheek. “Why don’t you undo my belt and turn around, love?”
You do as instructed, excited fingers trembling as you release his belt buckle and turn around. You reach down for the hem of your dress, pulling it up, up, up, until it’s bunched at your waist. You glance back to Tom, watching as he kicks off his trousers and boxers, one of his hands going to his cock. He keeps his eyes on yours as he slowly jerks himself off, running his thumb over his weeping tip as he smirks.
“Like what you see?” He asks.
“You know I do.”
Tom releases himself, his fingers going to the waistband of your panties. He kneels behind you as he tugs them down your legs, depositing a few kisses to the back of your shins as he helps you out of the lace. As Tom makes his way back up your figure, his hands find purchase on your hips. He pulls you back and you arch your spine, fingers curling around the smooth metal railing of the balcony as you bend over.
“You’re bloody lucky we don’t have any neighbours up here,” he mumbles. You gasp as you feel his tip press up against your clit, his cock sliding between your folds with ease. “Doesn’t mean the neighbours down the hill won’t be able to hear you scream, though.”
You shiver, dropping your head between your arms as you feel him press up against your entrance, teasing you.
“You’d like that though, wouldn’t you?” Tom chuckles, his voice full of fondness. “You little minx.”
Before you can think of a suitable response, Tom knocks you off-guard by entering you, easing into you with a slow thrust that makes you cry out in pleasure. Your fingers tighten around the railing as he pulls back, at a pace so torturously languid that it makes you swear beneath your breath.
“Faster,” you beg, adding a moment later, “Please.”
Tom squeezes your waist, humming. “Mm, anything for my future wife.”
He delivers on his word, and you find yourself breathing heavily as he starts to fuck you properly. With his hands wandering your hips, cock slapping up deep within you and his slow grunting moans filling the air around you, you find your eyes rolling back.
“Fuck, Tom,” you whine. The angle feels incredibly satisfying, and as you drop your head lower and redistribute your weight, it allows him to slip into you deeper, tip hitting your soft, sweet spot. “Fuck.”
“Does that feel good?” He asks, voice cocky. He knows it’s good, knows how much you love to feel him all over you.
“Yes,” you agree. “So good.”
Your body jerks as one of Tom’s hands curls around your front, going down to stimulate your clit as his other gropes your chest. He’s so close to you, his crotch hitting against you with each focused thrust, sounds of skin on skin slapping through the air. As he rubs your slick bud, you moan loudly, your walls clenching around him as you feel yourself near the verge of a slow, building high.
“Can’t wait to do this for the rest of my fucking life,” Tom tells you, rasping into the darkness. “Love this sweet cunt.” He’s rambling, but his voice remains clear, hanging heavy with his accent that always seems to jump out a little more prominently when he takes you like this. “Feels like it was made just for me.”
“It was.” You’re grinding back to meet him, your grip on the railing tightening each time his length hits you just right. Your face is hot, your hair unsettled, and you’re panting, but it’s perfect, and it’s hot, because it’s Tom pulling at your body and speaking praise into the air. “What’s mine is yours.”
Tom seems to really like that, and he grunts as he rubs your clit a little faster.
“Squeezing me so tight, darling,” he murmurs. “”M gonna cum.”
You bite your lip, feeling the brink of your high ready to spill. “Me too,” you manage, voice tight.
“Go on, love,” he urges, “I want to watch you cum for me.”
It’s a bit of a blur - a mess of clenched knuckles, shaking legs and an orgasm so intense it makes you cry out loudly. You’re glad for Tom’s arms wrapped around you, because the strength of the climax that unfurls in the pit of your stomach and rolls across your figure in waves is so deep, and unprecedented that it makes you falter. Tom, on the other hand, stands steadier, holding you closer, thrusting into you as he cums a few moments after you. His cock throbs inside your hot passage as he works his fingers over you, drawing out your climax until you’re shaking.
“Shit,” you say breathlessly, relaxing as Tom slips from you. He pulls you up, and you shake your hands out as he hugs you from behind, your dress slipping back down, obscuring the mess of his cum dripping down between your thighs.
You meet him in a sloppy kiss, both of you breathing hot and heavy.
“You’re unreal,” he almost moans. “Unreal.” Tom shifts his lips to your nose, making you giggle.
“So are you,” you say. You twist in his arms until you’re able to throw your hands around his neck, your fingers finding home in his hair. “Never a dull moment with you, Tom.”
Your fiancé nods, grinning at you before returning his hands to your waist. He pulls you closer, lips nudging your cheek before your ear.
“We’re not done yet,” Tom promises. “The night is just beginning, love, and we have a lot of things to celebrate.”
You smile, gazing at him with love in your eyes.
“Let’s get to it, then.”