Tom had just gotten back from the Infinity War press tour. It had been a long 2 months of just Skype sex or phone sex. You kissed his touch desperately, so despite his insistence that he meet you at your shared apartment, you decided to pick him up from the airport.
You arrived and saw a decent sized crowd waiting to see Tom. The crowd of mostly girls recognized you, and begged you to take pictures with them. You were a little overwhelmed but flattered that they admired you.
A security guard came up to you and asked if you were (Y/N). You said yes, and he asked you to come with him. Tom had spoken to the staff, and wanted yours to be the first face he saw when he got off the plane.
You stood at the end of the terminal, swaying impatiently. You couldn't wait to hold him in your arms again, to touch his curls again, to smell his cologne again.
You felt your phone buzz. You looked at a text from Tom: "getting off the plane! xx"
You slid your phone back in your pocket excitedly. He was coming to see you.
When you saw his outline, you grinned. He was so close to you.
He saw you too, and began to lengthen his strides, nearly bursting into a run to get to you.
Then he was crashing into you. He picked you up, spinning you around, and you wrapped your legs around his torso. You didn't speak to each other; you didn't need to. He held you tight and buried his head into your neck. Your hands clutched his hair, taking in the feeling of every strand. You kissed his forehead, his cheekbones, his nose, his brow bone, anywhere your lips could reach. You knew the fans you'd met would be seeing and recording everything you two did, but you didn't care. Your Tom was back, and you were so happy.
He pulled his head out from your neck and stared at you, eyes gleaming with joy and something else more sultry.
"Hi baby girl," he whispered.
"Hi pretty boy," you whispered back.
He pressed his lips to yours, and you sighed at the feeling. It was one of the many feelings you'd craved for so long while he was gone.
The kiss felt both like it lasted a moment and a lifetime. He pulled back, whispering something about the fans, and you pouted. He kissed your pouted lip and put you down. You clung to his hand as you walked together down to where the fans were.
He made sure to talk to every fan that was there, take every picture they asked. He knew what it was like to be on the other side. He was once a fan, and he took as much time as he could to give to his fans.
You couldn't tease him when there were fans around. The fans were better than the FBI at seeing things. But the sight of his neck looked so inviting, and you couldn't wait to get him home and leave your marks all over it.
Finally, he finished with the fans, and security brought him his luggage. He clutched your hand again as you lead him to your car. You parked in a rather obscure part of the parking garage, on a strange and deserted floor. You saw Tom looking around the floor with a strange expression, which you understood when you got to the car.
He threw his luggage in the back seat, then got in the passenger's side seat, but he pulled you in on top of him into an awkward pile of legs and arms.
He made sure the chair had been pushed back all the way, creating the most room possible between your ass and the dashboard. He slammed the door and locked the car.
You adjusted so your crotch was just above his, knowing full well what he intended. He began kissing your neck; he had easy access with you this close. You felt his teeth graze your neck and you shivered. He looked up at you with innocent doe eyes, but you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that was the look he gave you before rather dirty events began.
"I missed your neck," he said, gentle pressing his lips back against your sweet spot and sucking lightly. You felt a small shoot of pain and knew you'd have a bruise there later. He tugged on the hem of your shirt, willing it up, over your head, and behind him.
He put both of his hands on your breasts and gave them a joyful squeeze, a grin on his face. "I missed these," he said, leaning down to kiss the fabric of your lacy bra while he continued to squeeze them gleefully. You both started laughing, happy to be with each other again.
Together, you awkwardly slid your shorts off; or, really, you just slid them down as far as they could go. You felt the pressure from his hardening dick against your core, and you moaned, sure you would be staining his gray sweatpants with you quickly soaking panties.
He cupped your core with his hand, lightly drumming his fingers against you. "I missed this the most," he whispered huskily. You squirmed against his hand, encouraging him.
"Then touch it," you whispered back, pushing a strand of his hair away from his eyes. He was so beautiful.
He pushed your panties to the side and brushed his knuckles against you while maintaining eye contact with you. You felt like you could come right there.
He dragged his fingers through your juices, collecting them before he slowly slid his long index finger inside you. You bucked your hips and tried to grind down on his hand, but he quickly removed it.
"Tom!" You groaned. "I haven't waited 2 months just for you to pull this shit now."
He grinned cheekily, and answered by shoving his sweats and boxers down. His dick stood, dripping for you like you were for him.
You licked your lips hungrily as you lifted yourself up and gripped him as you let yourself back down, feeling him stretch you like nothing else could.
You both moaned. You couldn't tease him now; you were too desperate to just get yourself off. One of your hands gripped his shoulder, the other gripping the back of his chair. You ground your hips down into his before you raised yourself up and slammed back down onto him.
"Shit," he murmured. He moved his hands back to your breasts, not bothering to take your bra off. All he had to do at this point was touch them through the fabric to get you to feel good.
Sweat beaded on your forehead as you continued to ride him, grinding and bouncing and trying to create as much friction as you could.
"Baby," you moaned, throwing your head back as he bucked his hips up to meet yours. "I'm so close."
"Me too, baby," he groaned back. His thumb moved from your breasts to your clit and began to dance on it, taking your pleasure to another realm.
Your orgasm hit you hard, causing stars to dance across your vision. You cried out as you continued to slam down onto him. He came soon after you, and you slowed your pace to a stop, sighing in joy.
You giggled and press a chaste kiss to his lips. "I missed you, my love."
"I can tell." He smiled. "Home?"
"Home."
