Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

You're A Fucking Tease

a lil NSFW bc tom had me all hot and bothered 🙃 (if you're tagged it's bc ur on my taglist, if ur not into smut feel free not to read xo)

"God, look at you," Tom whispered, his voice rough as his lips played connect the dots with the small freckles and moles scattered across your chest. "You look so good right here," his lips met your jaw, sucking harshly when you tugged his hair, "you look so good under me." You went to say something but his cold hands slipping into your sweatpants and touching your hot skin made you gasp, urging Tom on more.

"Tom," you whispered, silently begging him to do something but not being able to form an actual sentence.

"Darling, patience is a virtue." You rolled your eyes, your comeback stuck in your throat when his hands fingers danced over your clothed heat. "Did you have something you want to say, my love?" His voice changed from a delicate whisper to a deeper, rougher tone. "Nothing?" You managed to shake your head, feeling his cold fingers dip into your underwear, a prominent smirk on his face. "Hm, I didn't think so."

You restrained another eyeroll, your legs trying to close around his hand to encourage him. You whined when his free hand came to separate them, hearing him softly 'tsk' you. "Tom, you're such a tease." You huffed, reaching your hands out to grab his cheeks and pulling him up to kiss you. Your hands slipped from from behind his neck to the top of his boxers. Before your hands could dip any further, his hand came down to grasp your wrist, causing you to groan in annoyance.

"Baby, be good," he pulled away from you and lowered himself. You almost let out another pathetic attempt to beg him to get him to speed up his teasing when you felt his cold fingers slip into your underwear. "Fuck, honey," he whined, letting his fingers slip into you slightly, feeling your anticipation. "You are being good, aren't you, pretty girl?" You nodded vigorously, bucking your hips to force his fingers to perform a different motion, which he happily obliged.

"God, Tom," you whispered, one hand reaching down to grip his wrist while the other carded freely through his newly cut hair. It wasn't styled, resulting in it being messily scattered around his head, slight waves forming on top of his head. "You're so fucking good at this," a light gasp leaving your lips mid-sentence as his fingers circled roughly against you.

"Tell me, baby," his rigid voice called out from beneath your waist, "tell me how good it is." You whined, pulling his hair again. He pulled his mouth away from you slightly causing you to complain. He licked his lips, rising to your ear, his fingers still toying with you. "Darling, tell me," he placed a kiss to the shell of your ear, "I need you to tell me how good it feels, baby. Or else – I can't continue."

"No! I – fuck, Tom." You felt him smirk against your cheek, his head slowly kissing his way back to where he previously was. "Baby, don't stop I – oh, god," your eyes squeezed shut when his hot breath hit you, "I need this – you – I need you. And, god, fuck me you're so good – so, so good." His fingers quickened their pace, moaning into you softly, driving you over the edge. "Tom, oh my, god." You almost came undone – and then you felt an absence. "Tom, what the fuck!"

You looked toward him, seeing him lick his lips and wipe his chin. He walked toward the bedside table and picked up his ringing phone. "Hello? Oh, shit. Yeah, give me a second." You looked at him confusingly, rubbing your thighs together in frustration.

"Are you done?" You asked, seeing him hang up the phone. He slid on his jeans and grabbed a flannel, lazily buttoning it up. "Where are you going?" He frowned at you, leaning over you on the bed to kiss you.

"I gotta go back to set – they need me for a reshoot."

"Please tell me you're joking," you groaned, ceasing your thighs as you flipped onto your stomach and shoved your head into a pillow. Tom chuckled softly, rubbing your back.