So, 2017 is going to be a big year for you and Tom: New house, Homecoming premiere, wedding planning, oh and there's that whole illegitimate daughter coming to visit. Not a damn thing could possibly go wrong! The sarcastic, sweet, and sexy saga con...
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"Mmm, yes Tiger right there," you moaned.
Tom bit his lip and touched you deeper.
"You like that, kitty?" he murmured. He moved his hand and cocked an eyebrow at you.
"How about there, baby? Does that feel good?"
"Oh, yes, Tom," you exhaled, gripping the sofa, "Don't stop, please."
"Is it my turn yet?" he asked with a slight pout.
"Alright, alright," you sighed, pulling your feet away from his hands. That boy gave some killer foot massages.
Tom enthusiastically propped his feet onto your lap. He stretched out along the sofa, folding his hands behind his head.
"I can't believe we're homeowners," Tom remarked, glancing around your new digs.
Shortly after Christmas Tom mentioned the flat was getting too cramped. You didn't argue with that. Your humble little one bedroom flat, although dear to you, simply couldn't contain the life you two were building. Between your fur babies, Harrison's assistant duties and a twin always randomly sleeping on your couch, shit was getting crowded.
You started looking around Kingston after the new year and settled on a house literally five houses away from Tom's family. Like, his mom is probably going to hear you guys screwing but she was all onboard to have her first born right up the street, so don't be filing any noise complaints, Mama Bear.
You were sad to leave the flat. It will always have a special place in your heart. It was your refuge and first home with Tom. First everything with Tom, really. But this place was perfect, with four bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms. You nearly fell on your knees and praised Jesus that he blessed you with your own bathroom. You dramatically sobbed to the realtor about your day to day struggle regarding Tom's bathroom habits. She got a laugh out of it but Tom just blinked at you unamused.
"Trust me, separate bathrooms mean we'll have a long and happy marriage," you said to him.
"Let's get separate bedrooms while we're at it, so I don't have to listen to your bloody snoring," Tom retorted dryly.
You feigned a gasp then fist pumped him, respectfully.
"Good burn, babe," you smiled. He nodded proudly.
So you signed on the dotted line, got the keys and here you were, at the end of your moving day, exhausted, dirty, sore from traipsing up and down stairs all day, with a Spidey's feet in your lap.
"Dude, your feet reek," you wrinkled your nose and made a gagging sound.
"You keep making that sound and I'm gonna give you something to gag on," Tom growled with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
You burst out laughing then gagged again with a coy glance.
"Y/N...," Tom threw you a threatening look and started inching towards you.
You started sucking on your finger tauntingly, making all sorts loud and sloppy sounds with your lips and tongue. He narrowed his eyes at you.
"Bad kitty," Tom grabbed your hand from your mouth and gave your hand a light slap.
"The worst," you purred, then scooted quickly away before he could pounce.
"Hey!" he reached for you, "Where are you going?" he whined.
You peeled off your grimy tee shirt and threw it at him with a smirk. His eyes widened with a mischievous glee as soon as he saw your tits.
"I'm going to get cleaned up, Tiger," you cooed, climbing the stairs.
