touchdown in atlanta pt. 4 (a tom x zendaya mini!fic)
Optional - smut chapter. 18+ only.
[redacted] Takes place where pt. 3 left off.
link to pt. 3
link to pt. 2
link to pt. 1
3:15 pm
“Fuck.” Tom groaned as he bucked his hips up and leaned back. He really needed her to stay still or he was about to be the most embarrassed man on earth. “Can you hang on, Zendaya?”
Zendaya stopped kissing his neck long enough to ask, “What’s wrong?” in a breathy voice. When he didn’t respond, she went back down and kissed his adam’s apple.
“Nothing’s wrong, this is incredible, it's just too incredible right now,” Tom said.
“I see,” she whispered—a spark in her eye. He groaned again when Zendaya softly took his earlobe between her teeth.
“Can we go to your room, love? Mmm. Let’s go now, shall we?” Tom stole a kiss from her as he pleaded.
“Okay,” she finally melted. “Shoes off please.” Tom quickly obeyed. They stood up and Zendaya grabbed hold of his hand, both sprinting up the staircase.
Tom and Zendaya reached the second floor landing—disheveled and frantic—as Darnell came out of his bedroom.
“Aye, I’m leaving to get groceries—Oh!” Darnell wasn’t surprised, more just taken aback by the timing. It really only took them 20 minutes to—you know what? He needed to start minding his own business. “Okay, be saaaafe!” He sang as he sped down the stairs.
“Hey, yeah you too,” Tom called down distractedly.
Zendaya opened her bedroom door and closed it behind them.
She spotted her damp towel from earlier and kicked it towards the en-suite bathroom.
Tom began unbuttoning his shirt, but stopped to admire Zendaya slipping out of her sundress next to him. He ran his hands up and down her sides as he looked directly into her beautiful brown eyes.
They both felt the electricity between them. He picked her up and she automatically hugged her long legs around his waist. Tom walked a few steps and tossed Zendaya on her king bed. She propped herself up on one elbow and reached out with her other arm to pull his chain, bringing his mouth down to her parted lips.
Tom continued kissing her and gradually moved on to suck on her perfect, perky tits. He wanted to touch every part of her that he’d missed for the last year and a half. He wanted to taste her pussy, make her cum for him. Remind her just how much he treasured her.
“Mmm, let me play some music,” Zendaya reached over for her phone and scrolled through her music. “I have condoms in that bag,” she mentioned, as she settled on a playlist titled “pillow talk 💗”.
Tom placed a row of condoms on the nightstand. Hmm… these were flavored, they’d never used those together before. He tried to push away an intrusive thought of her with her ex and just live in the moment. You’re with her right now, who cares about the past. Cmon, don’t ruin this for yourself, you idiot.
“We don’t need one yet,” he said.
“Not up for it right now?” she asked him.
He answered by spreading her legs around his head and using his skilled tongue to softly trace her folds. He moved up to suck her clit as he pushed his index and middle fingers—ring still on—into her wetness. “Mmm yeah, just like that, please baby.” Z begged as Tom curled his fingers inside her. “Do you like tongue fucking me? Oh fuck please keep going. Keep going baby.”
“Fuck, you like dirty talk now?” he asked in a low grumble. He couldn’t imagine a sexier surprise.
“Yes,” she answered in a cute, now timid, voice, prompting him to moan into her inner thigh. Zendaya was able to somehow balance a thin line between fierce seductress and damsel at his mercy; he could eat her cunt for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day of the week if she talked to him like this. He took his fingers out and replaced the motion with his tongue. She moaned his name over and over… he was so fucking good at this….
Tom put on a condom, and then pulled Zendaya on top of him so she could lower herself onto his hardened cock.
Tom’s eyelids fluttered closed, but he held Zen down when she tried to adjust her position.
“I want to bounce on your cock so bad,” she pleaded.
“Oh god. I’m close, I think I need to slow down,” Tom said.
“No, please don’t slow down. I’m close too–so close, please fuck me.”
Tom flipped their positions without leaving her warmth and moved her legs so she could grab onto her feet. He placed his hand on her left thigh and supported his weight with his other hand. Zendaya whimpered as he pulled out of her almost completely and then pushed back into her in rapid repetition.
He took his cock out to rub it on her the way he knew she loved, and then plunged back into her wetness. “Fuck… you’re so good… at pleasing me,” Zendaya said, in between moans. Tom circled his thumb on her clit as he sped up his thrusts.
She let go of her feet and pulled Tom closer to her; cumming as he captured her lips with his own.