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Innocent(TH)

Author: peterbenjiparker

Warnings: smut, boobies, oral (fem receiving)

"Rough day?" You asked, looking up from your book as you heard Tom grunt as he opened the door roughly.

You bit your lip when your gaze fell upon Tom. He had his shirt bunched up in one hand, probably sweaty from the gym. You eyed his bare torso, the lines of his abs more defined after the workout. His shorts hung low on his hips, almost slipping off—

"Y/n, you hear me?"

"Yeah, uh, wha-what?" You looked up quickly, closing the book in your hands, placing it on the nightstand as Tom chuckled.

He chucked his shirt on the beanbag, pulling out his phone from his short's pocket and keeping it aside. "Can we cuddle?"

"Um, no." You said, a playful look in your eyes as you scrunched up your nose  in disgust. "Go shower first. You stink."

"I stink?" He laughed lightly, clasping your bare ankles at the end of the bed as he leaned over you and you giggled, gently kicking your feet to get his hands off you.

"Yes, you do! Go shower—"

"I don't stink!" He grumbled playfully, pulling your feet towards him. You yelped as your body slid down the bed, eyes widening as you looked up at Tom who had your ankles in his hold, spreading your legs as he shifted his weight on the bed, standing up on his knees as he smirked down at you.

Your cheeks heated up as his hands slid up your bare legs, you shivered as he crawled towards you, in between your legs. Your chest tightening at the amused glint in his eyes as he offered you a half smile. "Say I don't stink, darling"

His voice was gravelly, his hands ghosting over your thighs, brushing against the edge of your shorts as your breath hitched. But you laughed nervously, pushing at his chest lightly, trying to maintain your composure. "Fuck off. Shower first!"

"No!" He pouted, jutting his bottom lip out. "Bad girlfriend."

"I am a bad girlfriend because I won't let you cuddle me when you stink?"

"I don't stink!" He groaned out, stretching out his arms to wrap them around your waist as he pushed all of his weight over you, adjusting in between your legs.

You inhaled sharply as he placed his head over your chest, nuzzling his sweaty face against it. You let out a soft gasp as he rubbed his stomach against your center, adjusting into the new position.

He pressed his cheek against your boobs, you flushed as your hand flew down to his hair, threading in his brown curls.

"Y/n?" His voice is scratchy and hoarse, his lips ghosting over your clothed hardening nipple. "Are you not wearing a bra?"

"Uhh, I—" You hesitated, looking down at him as you flushed under his gaze. "N-no."

"Fuck," Tom muttered, looking into your eyes as you let out a shaky breath. He licked his lips, pressing his lower stomach against your center, knowing exactly what effect it had on you as you but your lip, looking away from him. "Can I touch you, darling?"

"Tom, I-I've never...I haven't ever—" You paused, your heart thumping against your chest, loud enough for him to hear. "No one has ever...you know, I—"

"No one has ever touched you?" Tom's voice was barely a whisper as his hand slid up from your waist, teasing your naked skin as he pushed up your hoodie lightly.

You nodded shakily, shying away from his gaze as you squeezed your eyes shut, your thighs tightening around his stomach.

Tom had his suspicion. You've barely been dating a few weeks. He knew that he was your first serious relationship. And you have been in a few relationships before but what he didn't know was that—"

"Is that weird?" You asked, opening one eye and Tom chuckled lightly, shaking his head, caressing your cheeks softly.

"You're adorable." He cooed, toying with the hem of your hoodie. "Is it okay if I touch you?"

You sucked in a breath as Tom pushed up your hoodie lightly, his fingers tracing your bare skin, leaving a trail of fire behind them. Your body was burning hot. You looked down at him through hooded eyes.

Your boyfriend. Your hot boyfriend was laying in between your legs, asking if he could touch you. Who were you to say no to that face?

You nodded, leaning down on the pillow as he tusked, nudging your waist.

"Words, love."

"Y-yes." You let out a whisper, your breath hitching as Tom pushed up your hoodie, bunching it up and under your arms. You shivered as his breath ghosted over your bare boobs, his rough hands, rubbing your soft skin.

The mere thought of being the first person to ever touch you, to hear your moans, to have you writhing under his touch drove him wild. He wanted to have you spread out for him, squirming under him as he worked you up. He wanted to have you falling apart under his fingers, his lips, his—

He marveled at how your nipples hardened under his touch, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. He thumbed your nipple and you gasped, a low whimper escaping your lips.

"How does it feel darling?" He asked, you let out a low moan in response. He chuckled, wrapping his lips around your nipples, licking your hardened bud as he tweaked the other one between his fingers.

"Ahh—T-tom—" You gasped, arching your back as he swirled his tongue around your nipple. He hummed against your skin, letting the vibration drive you wild as you bucked your hips up against his toned stomach.

"How does it feel, Y/n?" He asked, letting go of your nipple, a trail of spit connecting you to his lips.

"G-good." You whimpered and he clicked his tongue.

"How good?" He teased.

"S-shut up."

He slid down your body, his finger tugging at the waistband of your shorts. Your eyes widened as you eyed he fiddled with your shorts, you wanted to press your thighs together to relieve the tension in between your legs but you couldn't—

"Is this okay, Y/n/n?"

"Yeah."

He licked his lips, tugging off your shorts. You shivered as his fingers skimmed your soft skin, down your legs, letting it dangle from your ankle as he pushed your leg up and over his shoulder, spreading your other leg out, bent at your knee.

His lips brushed against your inner thigh, tickling the edge of your panties and—

"W-what are you doing?" You asked, out of breath as he looked up at you from in between your legs.

"What does it look like I am doing?"

"I-I don't—"

"Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yeah, yeah. Please." You whimpered, nodding your head. He smiled slyly as he pressed his nose against your damp panties, nuzzling in between your legs and pressing up against your clothed clit causing you to whimper, trying to close your legs but he forced them open.

"Fuck, smell so good, Y/n/n."

"T-tommy." You moaned out, pressing your face in your pillow as you bucked up, pressing yourself against his face. He pulled your panties aside, his pupils dilating at the sight of your glistening cunt.

Fuck.

He couldn't wait to just take a taste, to have you fall apart under him as he—

"Eyes on me, love." He said, and you whimpered, looking down at him, a hand clasped over your lips to muffle your own moans.

He leaned down, maintaining his eye contact with you as he licked up your cunt, lips wrapping around your clit and you cried out. Your legs closing, trapping his face in between. You dropped your head back against the pillow with a whimper. "F-fhuck, Tom."

"We're only starting, love."