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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"How're you feeling about tomorrow?" Tom asked. He sat across from you in the tub, stroking your calf underwater. The jets bubbled all around you, soothing your tired bones. Tom caught a jet in the ass when he first crawled in, giving a yelp that was so high-pitched you thought for sure Tessa was the only one that heard it.
You burst out laughing and pointed at him mockingly.
"See?! See?! It's all fun and games until YOU get it up the ass!"
Tom splashed you and you splashed him back and before you knew it, you were straddling him and riding him like motherfucking Free Willy. Homeboy was gonna leap right over the side of the tub, the way he was bucking beneath you.
You pinned him against the side, moaning and ravishing him with sloppy, slippery kisses.
"Oof! Jets! Jets!" Tom panicked. Oops, guess he got another taste of Willy's blowhole.
"Sorry, Tiger," you giggled, easing your grip on his shoulders. "I didn't mean it," you said with a wicked smile. You totally meant it. He's been hounding for your hole since day one. You were only holding out because it was the last bit of leverage you had in the relationship. A girl's gotta maintain some modicum of power.
"You're a bad liar, Y/N," Tom growled before tackling and tickling you underwater. You squealed and slapped him, halfheartedly defending yourself. He gripped you in a bear hug and slid you onto his lap. Sometimes you forgot how strong your little man was. Then he'd pull a number like this and even if you wanted you, there's no way you'd be able to break free from those arms.
But why would you ever want to? I mean, really.
You laid back against his chest and he planted steamy kisses all over your shoulder and neck. He shifted beneath you, poking around until his willy slipped inside you once again.
You moaned and reach a hand behind you to grab those damp locks of his. He ran his tongue down your arm, taking little nips. His teeth always flipped that switch on you. Your Tiger's love bites had a way of sending you over the edge and he was fully aware of that.
Around your shoulder and up your neck, he nibbled, in rhythm with his smooth, strong strokes inside of you. He arm held you tight against his chest, while he hands pinched and played with your breasts.
"Mmm, baby," he growled when he reached your ear, then tugged on your lobe.
"Oh fuck me, Tiger," you gasped, completely surrendering, white flag waving, hands up, toes curled.
Tom squeezed you tighter to him, expelling the little breath you had left. His groaned in your ear and leaned his forehead against your back, panting like a proper puppy.
Then you settled against the porcelain, facing each other with that post fuck glow.
"How're you feeling about tomorrow?" he asked.
Tomorrow, when you meet your daughter for the first time. For months you corresponded, first DMing, then calling, then Skyping. She was curious about you, she said. She wondered if you could meet. You had second thoughts, for sure. Who knew what amplified version she'd drawn up in her head about you. What if you were a disappointment to her? Lord knows you've been plenty a disappointment to many people in your life. Except for Tom. That kid's heart seemed to think the sun rose and set for you.
So, it was an odd position to be in. You felt like some sycophant desperately trying to get in good with the cool girl. You in some absurd, cosmic, maternal way already loved her. What if she hated you?
Still, she wanted to meet, and she preferred coming to you. She was 19 and could do what she pleased. And no, it wasn't lost on you that a certain boy toy was 19 when you met him. That was a whole other fucked up level of complexity for the likes of Sophocles.
"Oh, you know I always handle things in the most calm and collected manner, Tom," you replied with a sarcastic smile.
Tom raised his eyebrows.
"Indeed, darling. I've never met anyone more composed," he smirked.
You sighed and slumped down in the tub. He continued to stroke your calf affectionately.
"I promise to be especially handsome and absolutely charming as to ease the tension," he declared with a cheeky grin.
You rolled your eyes.
"You're so charitable, Tom, I swear," you said dryly.
He shrugged smugly, like, What can I say?
"We haven't unpacked the towels, have we?" you asked, looking at the soaked floor.
"Shit, I think they're in the bedroom somewhere," he muttered.
"Would you...?" you flashed him a gorgeous smile, complete with manipulation.
"Have no fear!" he said in a booming voice while he raised some invisible sword above his head. "I shall fetch my lady her towels!" he hopped out of the tub and slipped across the water, landing in a near split.
"Oh shit- are you alright?" you asked trying to hide a laugh.
"Fuuuuuck," he groaned clutching himself, "I squished my bollocks."
Your stifled laughter trickled it's way out. It was no use. He was the most beautifully dorky creature on this earth and bless him, he was yours. That didn't mean you couldn't laugh at his misfortune. On the contrary...
"I'm so glad you think this is funny, Y/N," he said bemused.
"I just recall someone saying something about being absolutely charming and then they ate shit and broke their balls."
"Get your own fucking towel," he pouted.
You got out and knelt next to him.
"I'm sorry, Tiger. Would it help if I kissed it and made it better?"
