𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

17 ~ I Prefer Knives

Ruth Rogers

Each morning has basically been the same since that night 2 weeks ago; waking up within Tom's warm embrace, sometimes with a faint pain between my thighs from the night prior, but nonetheless, it's been heaven.

This morning is no different. His arms warm and loose around my middle as he holds me from behind, his warm breath hitting me neck gently as he snores softly and our legs tangled together like a knot. I turn my neck slightly, looking at his sleeping form. Hair messy, eyes closed with his lips parted slightly, naked chest and bulging arms with faint hickeys scattered across his skin... A fucking masterpiece.

He's been the perfect boyfriend, really. Allowing me to drown him in affection him when I'd like, but also gives me space when I'm doing something. Letting me sleep in his room, but doesn't mind if I want to sleep in mine instead. Neither of us call the shots, we take turns and mush our ideas together to make it perfect. And that's all it's been. Perfect.

I quickly turn my neck back to my front as Tom's face scrunches up, something he did whenever he wakes up I've noticed. A slight pang warmed up through my neck from the aggression of my turn, causing me to hiss quietly. Though, the pain washed away as I felt light kisses on the side of my neck, going up my bare shoulder and back down again to the back of my ear as his hand moved feather-like with his fingertips. I hum, rolling over onto my back, acting like I just woke up.

"Morning, Handsome" I rasp, my voice gravelly from not being used for 8 hours.. And from the screaming I did the night prior. Tom notices the weakness in my voice, smirking to himself proudly as he looks down at me with tired, hooded eyes.

"G'mornin', Doll.. You sound like a frog" He chuckles, his voice groggy and raspy like mine, but his voice causes my thighs to clench slightly. I scoff, pushing his shoulder so that he's on his back and straddle his waist. His give me a little 'ooh', placing his hands firmly on my waist. I smirk, feeling his boxers tighten under my ass.

"That's not how you greet a lady.. I should punish you" I smirk, leaning down so that our noses touch, but not our lips. He laughs slightly, moving his grip to my ass where he gives it a firm squeeze. I hum in appreciation, rocking my hips over his hardening lap, causing him to hiss.

"You know who does the orders around here, Love. And it's not you" He smirks, rocking my hips faster. I let him use my body, whimpering slightly at the feeling over the lace covering my core. Tom groans, lulling his head back slightly; but quickly goes back to chase my lips, catching them successfully in his own. It was sloppy and needy, but still filled with love like all the others. I buck my hips as one of his hands palm my core, making me moan into his mouth in complete bliss.

Though, that was quickly ruined by the door being pounded on. I groan, reluctantly getting off Tom's lap, but he stops me, pulling me back on his hard crotch and calls out to the person outside.

"I need Ruth! We're starting something new!" Harrison yelled through the wood of the door. Tom groans, kissing me one more time with a slap on the ass as I remove myself from his lap. The burn in my core never fading as I strut to the door, opening it to see a workout-ready Harrison. He eyes my lack of clothing, looking past me to see Tom eyeing his harden length through his boxers. Harrison rolls his eyes, pushing me out of Tom's room before pushing me into my own.

"Firstly, you guys are like hormonal teenagers... Secondly, why are you always either trying to or actually 'doing it' when I enter the room?! And thirdly, get changed, I feel like you're gonna like what we're doing today" He shuts my door, leaving me to change into some leggings and sports bra. I'd usually wear a hoodie over the top, but seeing as it's getting warmer, I haven't been able to. I'd rather not sweat into a puddle.