Reader can’t keep her hands off Tom, Tom can’t concentrate on his work. Just pure fluff.
“Baby, are you coming to bed soon?” You ask sweetly, walking into the lounge and finding your boyfriend still going over his lines.
“Hm? Yeah love, I’ll be ten minutes.”
“You said you’ll be ten minutes an hour ago.” You frowned, walking to the back of the couch where Tom was sitting with his script and running your palms down his chest. You nuzzled your head in his neck.
“Sweetheart, this is highly confidential.” Tom chuckled, moving the script away from your tired, wandering eyes.
“Mustn’t be that bad if they’re letting you look at it.” You giggled, placing little kisses on his jaw, scattering them down his neck.
“I’m working, darling.” Tom said, annoyed. He furrowed his brows together as he tried to focus on his script at hand.
“Can I not interest you to come to bed with me?” You huffed. Usually you got your own way when it came to neck kisses but tonight you’ll have to up the ante a little.
“I’m too busy tonight.” He replied. While his words hurt your feelings, you didn’t want to give up. Swinging your legs over the back of the couch, you plonk yourself onto Tom’s lap. You were now in the position to make him go putty in your hands.
“Tommy,” You whined, kissing below his ear and lightly sucking.
“You’re not going to give up, are you?” Tom signed, tossing the script to the side.
“Nope.” You giggled against his skin.
“You look so sexy when you’re concentrating.” You said, tangling your fingers in his messy curls that his own hands have been apprehensively running though all night.
“If I just came to bed with you, would you give me a break on your little cute act?”
“I’d give you way more than just a break.” You said sultrily, grinding your hips down on his. Tom’s breath hitched in his throat.
“My god love, you’re going to be the death of me.” Tom groaned, lifting you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.
“My hot little distraction. How am I meant to get anything done with you around?” Tom smirked, plopping you on your shared bed.
You untied your robe to reveal yourself lying on the bed in Tom’s favourite lingerie set looking absolutely ravishing.
“I can’t believe you almost passed this up.” You bought your finger to your lips, biting your nail seductively.
“Are you going to make it worth my while? Because I’ve got tonnes of work to get done downstairs.” Tom asked, running his hands down your bare thighs.
“I’m going to make you regret you said that.” You giggled, flipping you both over so that you were straddling him.
“How the fuck am I ever going to get work done now?”
