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5 years ago

is this seat taken pt.2

a/n: this is a lot longer than i expected it to be and it took me almost the entire afternoon so hope it doesn’t flop like everything else :(

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (fem. receiving), fluff

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pt.1 | pt.2

You walked into the dimly-lit home, music and chatter of people pounding in your ears. It smelled awfully of alcohol and sweat. Out on the lawn, people were throwing up their guts, while inside, people were grinding on one another. 

Your friends had convinced you to come. Unlike yourself, they loved to party and let loose, so when you told them about the invitation, they didn’t hesitate to say yes. 

Now that you were there, you started to regret it. Your friends had already left you to go hook up with some guys or get themselves drunk. You, on the other hand, tried to squeeze your way through the crowd. Only wearing a maroon bralette and light washed shorts, you wrestled off guys trying to grab you.

A wave of relief washed over you as you saw the kitchen, an empty yet messy room. You slid into the room, leaning against the counter, sighing. You looked over at the trunk of drinks and went to see if there were any non-alcoholic drinks in it. Surprisingly, there were many cans of soda and water bottles. You dug your hand into the box of ice, pulling out a bottle of cold water.

“I guess I must be irresistible, then,” a familiar British voice came from behind you.

You jumped in shock, turning around quickly to see the boy who invited you to the party.

“No, not really. My friends just dragged me here,” you explained.

“Ouch, that hurts,” his eyes scanned over your figure, “and that is hot,” he said shamelessly.

You slapped his bicep, “Eyes up here, div.”

“Div? Alright then, princess,” he smirked before playfully bowing.

You rolled your eyes, turning away, “Don’t you have to go find a girl to fuck? I’m pretty sure you won’t find one here.”

“Yeah, I guess there are no girls in here,” he placed his chin between his index finger and thumb. You glared at him. “Kidding, kidding. Honestly, I’d rather just hang with you.”

“I’d rather not, so I’m gonna go,” you started towards the door when a hand grabbed your wrist.

“Come on, stay. I’m not just some stupid fucker, I swear.”

Realizing you had no where to go, you groaned, “Fine, but you’re going to have to be my entertainment tonight. I’m not going to let my phone die,” you looked at your percentage, 27%, “About that, do you have a charger I could borrow?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one in my room, but we’re going to need to be up there if you want to charge it.”

“That’s fine, but no funny business,” you pointed a finger at him, gaining a chuckle from him.

“I know, now let’s go,” he laughed.

Tom led you up the stairs, maneuvering past the drunks. He opened a door to a clean room filled with fresh air. It had grey walls and to match them, a queen sized bed with a simple grey duvet. In the corner, there was a desk with books, papers, and a laptop placed on it. Posters of Marvel characters, mostly Spider-Man, and plays decorated the room.

“This is your room?” You asked, awestruck.

“Yup, I like to keep it clean, unlike the other boys,” as you stood in the room, still looking around, he snatched your phone out of your hand and placed it on his desk, charging it, “You can sit where ever you’d like. I’m pretty sure your cleaner than anything in this house, so be my guest to sit on my bed.”

Still looking around, you plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. The soft fabric gently rubbed against your skin and you sunk into the comfort of the mattress.

“So, are we gonna talk or are you gonna keep admiring my room?” He asked, feeling a sense of pride as he watched you survey his abode.

“Oh, right. It’s just such a nice room,” your eyes sparkled with content.

He chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve got that. Now pay attention to me.”

Your gaze traveled to him. You noticed his curls were messily assorted on his head and a loose curl hung above his forehead. His chocolate brown eyes were watching you with admiration. The line of his jaw was very defined, and he was fairly muscular.

“Eyes up here, darling,” he quoted your response from before.

You looked up and blushed, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry.’

“It’s alright, darling, found it quite cute, actually,” you were surely red now, “Let’s play a game. Truth or dare?”

“Uhm, yeah, sure.”

“Great, then truth or dare?”

The game started innocently, with simple questions like, “What’s your favorite color,” or “What are your hobbies?” Then, it escalate to, “How many people have you fucked,” or “Is there anyone you’d like to fuck that is here, at this party?” Tom had asked you that question and you sat, flustered.

You had an answer in mind, but you didn’t want to say it. You’d learned so much about him over a couple hours, and ever since you looked at him, you started to notice specific details in his features.

“So, is there?” He nudged your shoulder, winking at you.

“Yes,” you whispered, avoiding his gaze.

“What? Who?” He looked at you intently.

“Isn’t it my turn to ask the questions?”

“Okay, then I choose dare.”

“I-I dare you to,” you hesitated, “Idareyoutokissme.”

He stared at you, shock glazing his features.

“I should go,” you said, quickly standing up.

“No, wait,” he pulled you onto his lap, smashing his lips on yours.

At first, your eyes were wide open, but as he continued, you melted into the kiss, following along. The kiss was passionate. His hands roamed your body, occasionally squeezing your ass. You pulled away, pushing him down on the bed.

“Do you want this as much as I do?”

Without answering, you yanked his shirt, signaling him to take it off. He listened and tore it off. You ground your hips on his, moaning at the sensation. His hands massaged your breasts before pulling off the bralette, revealing your hard nipples. The pad of his thumbs teasingly rubbed the sensitive buds, making you let out a loud moan.

He flipped you over, placing you beneath him. His mouth engulfed your left breast, tongue swirling around your nipple. He groped the other breast with his hand. Slowly, his mouth moved to kiss down the center of your torso. Once, he was above the waistband of your shorts, he skipped down to your inner thighs. 

“Tom,” you whined.

He chuckled, sending vibrations up your leg. Your hips rose, trying to put pressure on your clit. He looked up at you and began to pull off your shorts. There was a visible patch of wetness in your maroon panties. His finger gently stroked it, making you jump at the sensation. He gently kissed your inner thighs once again, but inching closer to spot you needed it most. When he finally reached it, he lightly licked it and pulled away.

You groaned and begged, “Please, Tommy, I need you.”

He grabbed your panties, sliding them down your legs, taking his time. He threw them to the side, completely disregarding them. His hands pushed your legs apart, allowing him to drop in front of your dripping pussy. His lips attached to your swollen clit, sucking on it. Your back arched off the mattress, moaning with pleasure. He licked up your wet slit, swirling your clit and watched as you writhed. 

“Fuck, I need you in me, please,” you begged breathlessly. 

Tom lifted himself off of you, pulling his pants and boxers off. His cock sprung out, some veins popping out of it. You stared at the size of it, afraid it wouldn’t fit.

“Don’t worry, love, just tell me if you’re uncomfortable and I’ll stop,” he said reassuringly.

He climbed over you, collecting your wetness with his tip. Slowly, he slid into you, groaning at your tightness. He began to increase speed as your moans grew more vocal.

“You feel so good, darling.”

“Fuck, Tommy,” you moaned.

“Feels so good when you squeeze me, baby,” he bent down to kiss your neck.

“I’m gonna cum,” you yelped.

“Cum for me, love,” he whispered in your ear, urging you on.

You let out a loud moan, shaking with pleasure as you came. He pulled out, instructing you to open your mouth and he let his cum fall into your mouth. You swallowed his load as he dropped beside you.

“That was amazing, princess,” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, holding your bare body against his.

“Goodnight, Tommy,” you said yawning as you cuddled his chest.

“Goodnight, love,” his eyes fluttered shut.

After a while of waiting, you felt Tom’s breathing steady and his movement lessen. 

You looked up, ensuring that he was asleep and whispered, “I think I’m falling for you, but I’m afraid of getting hurt.”

You felt him shift beside you and your breath caught in your throat. You crossed your fingers, hoping he hadn’t heard you.

To your dismay, his hoarse voice replied, “I think I’m falling for you, too. I’d never hurt you, love.”

Your eyes were stuck shut, pretending to be asleep to hide your embarrassment. He caught the gist and chuckled, stroking your hair before falling asleep with you still in his arms.


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