Allison lol I just really, really enjoyed Allison and I felt like Scott worked the best with her and like first love kind of thing usually gets me. I also did like Kira though!!
hey so you know that gif you posted about making tom mad?? could you write a lil blurb about that where you’re either trying to make him jealous on purpose or it just happens accidentally??
being a brat and getting THIS look??? oof you said LITTTLE bUt I couldnt stop alskdkdj I love this concept with my whole chest and did BOTH accidental and purposely so you’re in for a ride
((obv warnings for jealousy plus some sexual themes and swearing as per usual))
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“Harder! Faster! Give me all you got! Don’t go easy on me!”
Tom catches himself almost running around the corner of the gym’s wall at the man’s words—sneakers squeaking and all—coming to find you…boxing?
“Come on, push!”
You’re shifting your weight from one foot to the other, throwing sharp, loud hitting punches to a guy he’d never seen before, who, if you were asking his opinion, was far too into it.
You were glistening with sweat, in only a sports bra and a pair of spandex that Tom has never minded until this exact moment in time as he watches your “assets” bounce near some other dude’s face.
His jaw clenches. “Y/N,” he calls, voice anything but sweet, as he tries to grab your attention.
Your head whips around towards his direction, a big smile spreading across your face at the sight of your boyfriend and completely losing focus from your workout.
A pair of strong arms wrap around your body, forcibly pulling you flesh against them and into a headlock.
“See, this is what can happen when you let your guard down!” Your trainer teases, lightheartedly, but you know he’s got a point.
“Alright, alright. I tap out,” you half-choke while smacking his arm in three short bursts, getting released at the motion and feeling your lungs expand fully again.
You’re laughing, thanking your coach for a “wonderful” session, a descriptor that was not missed by Tom as he stood there with his blood boiling while you hand off your gloves—trying not to cause a scene in front of Mr. “Don’t let your guard down” after he blatantly pressed an arm into your chest and had your ass pressed against an area that he’d be lucky to keep after today.
You jog over to Tom, water bottle now in hand and you crash into him with a tight hug, on a high from the workout and wanting to hug his pouty face out of him.
You give him a quick peck on the lips, smiling big. “I’m so sorry, thanks for picking me up! I didn’t mean to keep you waiting, I wasn’t paying attention to the time—”
“—Clearly—”
“—I’ve just got to get my bag in the locker room and I can meet you out front, yeah?”
“No! I mean, no I can come with you, its no big deal.” He cringes, coming off all kinds of strong and miserably failing at acting casual about the situation.
“Alright…” You give him a quizzical look but don’t say anything else on the matter as you lead him to the co-ed locker room, rambling about the PR you hit today.
It’s not that Tom wasn’t proud of you, he was, he just couldn’t get that guy out of his mind and he’s interrupting you before he even realizes he’s speaking.
“So you got a new personal trainer, huh?” He glances around the deserted room, making sure no one else was around to hear.
“Oh yeah, his name’s Adam!” You chirp back, too pre-occupied with inputting the correct combo for your locker to notice his less than pleased expression.
“Huh. Adam.”
Now that got your attention. The typical short responses he saves for the occasions when he’s trying to be careful about what he says.
“Oh my god, this is what’s got you so worked up?” You roll your eyes over your shoulder at him and proceed to pull your belongings out of their safe space.
“He was all over you!” he defends, knowing he has a damn justifiable reason for being upset.
“No, he wasn’t! He’s a professional, Tom,” you argue. You know a creep when you see one and Adam was not that.
“Oh please, that was not professional!”
You turn to face him, eyes narrowing. “Do you not trust me?”
“Of course I trust you,” he assures. “But he was ogling you, I watched the whole thing! and you—you’re just—”
“I’m what, Tom? I’m half dressed, so what else are people going to look at?”
“NO—that’s not what I’m—”
“Then what? Is it bothering you that I was getting all hot and sweaty with him?”
Intended as being sarcastic, you quickly realize it was not taken that way as you watch him tightly cross his arms across his chest…you’ve struck a nerve. Tom is seething, biting into the inside of his cheek and doing everything he can to compose himself when you’re putting a mental image in his head like that.
You press, gaining a smirk as you speak. “Is it bothering you that he was holding me so close to him while I could hear him panting in my ear?”
Alright, bitch move, you’ll admit it. But watching his jaw shift forward as he steps closer to you lights a fire inside you that you can’t help but continue to feed.
Before you can even blink again, Tom is picking you up by your thighs and slamming you against the lockers with a loud clatter of metal shaking. Your gasp is swallowed by his mouth engulfing yours in the roughest kiss you’ve ever shared. You squeeze your legs tighter around his waist, fingers threading through his hair as he moves to nip at your neck. You yelp at the contact of his teeth, feeling a rush of adrenaline working its way through your body making each touch even hotter.
“Tom,” you breathe, only half convinced that you should even be saying anything in case this all comes to a screeching halt. “I’ve got to tell you—”
“Then you better fucking tell me now,” Tom growls, rattling you to your core and god does it feel good but your guilty conscious is a bitch.
“Adam—”
He stops, coming up for air, nose against yours and his black eyes remaining in extremely close proximity to your own. “You’re going to talk about him right now?” He was raging.
“No, no, you don’t understand.” Your chest is heaving, and you can barely get the words out. “He’s…not into girls. Like…at all.”
His eyes widen, growing softer. “You mean—”
“Not at all.” You feel his entire being light up and suddenly your back has left the lockers and he’s spinning you around with your legs latched tightly onto his hips.
He kisses you again, but this time, its an overwhelming amount of love and passion that’s fueling the kiss.
You can’t help but melt a little as the butterflies erupt from your stomach. God you love your jealous boy.
Tom breaks away reluctantly, and puts you back down on your own two feet. He reaches behind you and grabs your duffel bag off of the bench before leaning in close to your ear.
“I hope you know that we’re finishing this at home.” His voice low and raspy, sending shivers down your spine. Stated as a fact and not a question and shiiit were you into that.
He turns on his heel without another word and you can’t help but follow him out, giddy like a child and skipping along to catch up to him knowing you were going to get it good tonight.
