Pairing: Tom Bennett x f!reader
Warnings: Explicit sexual content.
Word count: ~1.6k
Summary: Tom's girl gets a reckless idea when he returns on shore leave, and he's all too happy to oblige. For the Kinktober prompt "breeding".
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All of the air had left her lungs the moment she had opened the front door of the tiny terraced house she shared with her parents in Longsight – Tom was standing on the pavement outside, his kit bag slung over one shoulder. He looked the picture of regality in the crisp dark blue of his Navy issue uniform, his cap perched handsomely on his head. His trademark cocky smirk had tugged at his lips as his gaze raked appreciatively down the length of her body.
“Miss me then?” he’d asked, clearly amused by her shocked expression.
His words had broken the spell of frozen shock that his unexpected appearance had cast upon her, and her arms immediately shot out, reaching for him. He had followed willingly, stepping over the threshold and crowding into her space as he had kicked the door closed behind him, dropping his kitbag to the floor. He swept her into his arms and his cap had fallen from his head as she had clung to him, her fingers curling into the cotton fabric that encased his broad shoulders.
They were not gentle with each other – months apart had ignited a raw desperation within each of them, and they had pawed at each other’s clothes like wild animals, tripping and stumbling up the stairs as they went, their kisses too clumsy for their lips to meet properly. She hadn’t cared, each painful nip was a reminder that Tom was real, he was here, he was alive.
Now she laid naked beneath him in her single bed – the one he’d taken her in multiple times over when her mum and dad weren’t home, the one where they had to hold the headboard still, or else Beryl next door would be round the next day, asking what all the thumping against the wall was. She had complained before that her little bed was too cramped for them to properly enjoy themselves, but now it felt utterly perfect – she’d cram them both into far smaller spaces if it meant having him like this. The warmth of his body seeped into her own as he settled between her spread thighs, his forearms resting either side of her head, caging her in. He was scrawnier than when she’d last seen him; his arms were more sinewy, his ribcage visible, and he had scars that hadn’t been there before. It didn’t matter – the hunger that blazed in the depths of his blue eyes as he gazed down at her was exactly the same as always, smouldering and intense. One thrust would be all it took for them to be fully reunited, but disappointment sank like a stone in her chest when she realised they had used the last of the rubbers the night before he’d first shipped out all those months ago. They had written letters back and forth, but his replies were slow, and she hadn’t known he would be returning on shore leave, so hadn’t had time to prepare. She curled her fingers around his biceps, anchoring him to her, afraid he might pull away at what she was about to confess.
“I haven’t got a sheath,” she admitted quietly, sad and almost guilty to be denying them both after so long.
Tom was quiet for a moment, studying her face intently, his expression unreadable, before he grinned down at her, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You think I’d let that stop me?” he teased, leaning down to press a sticky kiss to the crook of her neck. “I’ll pull and pray. I’ve crossed an ocean for this, sod the sheath.”
A shiver of nervous excitement ran through her at his words. They had never been intimate without using a rubber before, and the implied risk was both terrifying and exhilarating. It was one she was prepared to take, however, if it meant not being parted from Tom for even a moment longer. Exhaling shakily, she gave a small nod of consent.
She gasped, her hips bucking as he pressed forward, his movements measured and careful as he stretched her open inch by inch. All of the hurried eagerness from moments ago was gone, melted away by this new experience for them both.
“Fucking hell,” Tom gritted out, jaw tense and brow furrowed with the effort to hold back.
The sentiment was shared by her, but she couldn’t give voice to it, too overwhelmed by the warmth of each new sensation. Once he was fully inside of her, she could feel every twitch and throb of him, it felt dirty and forbidden, yet at the same time there was a tenderness to being so intimately connected – as close as they could ever be without any barriers. Perhaps he didn’t need to pull out after all; she loved Tom, and she knew she’d love his children even more. If the war was to steal him away from her again, then would it be so selfish for her to want to keep a piece of him for herself? A perfect little bundle that was the best of both of them.
Tom pulled back, cupping her jaw in his calloused palm as he tilted his head in question. “You’ve gone quiet on me.”
She hesitated a moment, chewing her lip nervously, contemplating on whether it would be wise to give voice to her thoughts. But she knew Tom, and knew he was too stubborn to be simply brushed off, she had to be honest. “I was just thinking…what if…what if you didn’t pull out? Would it be so bad to let nature take its course? I think we’d make beautiful babies, you and I.”
His eyes widened in shock, his lips parting momentarily before he swallowed thickly. She immediately regretted saying anything, she had scared him, pushed him for more than he was ready for, and spoiled everything. But then something shifted in his gaze, it darkened with intent, and she squealed as suddenly he grasped one of her legs and lifted it over his shoulder.
“If I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, I’m doing it properly,” he uttered.
Her breath hitched as without giving her a moment to adjust he withdrew from her and then quickly snapped his hips forward again. The pace he set was brutal, every harsh thrust made the bedsprings squeak and the headboard slam loudly against the wall. Neither of them bothered to try to hold it this time, that would be a problem for later. Right now, she was utterly lost to the primal force with which he took her, the animalistic flare of his nostrils, and how his eyes blazed wildly as he stared into hers. He’d never been this deep before – with her leg over his shoulder, she felt as though she was close to being folded in half. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to squirm away or pull him closer.
“Feel that?” he whispered breathlessly, splaying his hand against her lower belly and gently pressing down, “feel how deep I am?”
Her only answer was a whine, she couldn’t form words. It had never been like this with Tom before – he was always eager, but their intimacy had always been soft giggles and clumsy caresses, he had never taken her with such forceful intent. This was a possession, a claiming, and she never wanted it to end.
“You’ll look so pretty,” his lips ghosted the shell of her ear as he leaned down to speak directly into it, “all round and full of my kid.”
She clenched around him, her body tensing as his filthy words pushed her towards the edge. Where had this side of Tom been kept hidden before now? It was surreal to her that the mention of him knocking her up had unleashed this. As she trembled, feeling her sensitive walls flutter around him, she knew she wouldn’t last much longer – it was always hit and miss as to whether Tom would bring her to climax. They were both inexperienced, and the few times he had managed it had been pure luck, and they had been gentle tickles of pleasure that made her feel warm all over. What he was pushing her towards now with each hard thrust seemed as though it would shatter her apart completely.
He grasped her neck, squeezing just enough to make her panted breaths feel like an effort, his eyes dark as he stared down at her. “Promise you’ll wait for me,” he pleaded desperately, sandy hair sticking to his forehead with perspiration.
“I will,” she mewled, and the unashamed need he expressed for her was her undoing. Her back bowed off of the mattress as she came, a hoarse cry tearing from her throat as she squeezed rhythmically around him, her entire body convulsing with the force of ecstasy sending her into hot spasms.
He followed closely behind, collapsing atop her as he spilled inside of her with a groan, his hips jerking and muscles twitching as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck. She sighed deeply at the feeling of him finishing inside of her, boneless and satiated with utter bliss. Wrapping her arms around him, she held him close as they both breathed raggedly, stroking her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. As her mind became less hazy, she was fearful of the moment he would pull back, afraid that she would see regret in his eyes, or that he’d tell her they’d made a mistake.
“Promise you’ll come back to me,” she murmured after a few moments of silence.
Tom lifted his head, a soft, lazy smile spread across his face as he cradled her cheek. “Got something to fight to come back for now, haven’t I?”
