Oneshots by worldoftom [t.h. x female]

Cherry Pop *

Summary: Tonight, you decide to give Tom the one thing he can't return.

Words: 7,301

Warnings: smut, lengthy depiction of losing your virginity, fluff

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Tom is-

You sigh.

He's the most beautiful person you know; the kindest, most chivalrous, most wholesome person you've ever met. He brings out the best in you. The worst, too, but he accepts it like no one else. Never uses it to tease you. Never uses it against you.

You've let him into your life with ease because of that and so much more. More than just a smooth talker, he bared his soul in everything he did and everything he said. Falling for him was easy, but now? Now the level of your devotion is so big, you cannot contain it in yourself.

You want to share it with him. You want to give him something in return of every positive thing he's ever said to you.

The best way you could come up with to do just that was to spend the whole weekend with him and no one else. No phones, no laptops, no personal or professional interruptions, and it was fantastic. The greatest, most ethereal experience of your whole life.

You're back home now, but you simply can't get enough of him. The plan for the evening was a cuddle and a movie, but he'd barely hit play and sat on the couch when you wrapped your arms around him with no intention of letting go.

Right now, you're all curled up into him, foot looped around his calf, hands entangled, your mouth melting under his because his kisses are fucking delicious. He's on top, as usual, or half on top of you, pressed into the side of your body. Usually, it brings nothing but warmth to the side he's touching, but tonight, after such a wonderful weekend full of Tom and his perfect kisses, the warmth spreads everywhere and each bit of your body becomes inflamed.

You feel his lips focus more on you, his teeth getting a bit into play while his middle ruts into your thigh, every shape of him obvious and prominent against you. Almost as if he can sense the fire that runs through you.

But then he pulls away. "Fuck, we should stop, I need-"

"Tom-"

"I need to cool off, darling, I'm sorry," he mutters, using both arms to pull his heat away from you. He hurls his body off the couch and suddenly, all you're aware of is the lack of him. "I'm so fucking sorry, but I-"

You know why he's apologizing. You know it's because you've always stopped him when things got too heated. When he got so close to losing it and claiming you physically the way he'd taken over your heart. Yet tonight you don't want him to stop.

"Shhhh, Tom," you shush and kiss him, pulling him back over you. "It's okay, baby, you don't have to go anywhere."

Adjusting your position so that your leg moves out of the way, you spread your thighs and he falls right in between them. Tom's eyes go wide even though his mouth goes soft, his arms holding him up at the usual distance, but you push your butt into the cushion and accommodate him the best you can between your legs. And then you tug on his arms firmly. They give out.

Tom gasps when your crotches collide.

"What are you doing?" he asks in a hurry, pulling his bottom half away from you again. You notice his knees on the couch making sure he stays afar.

"Tonight."

You're not sure if Tom understands what you're saying, though you're giving him the answer to the few times he hinted at taking one step further in your relationship. He's always been equally emotional and physical, you always a bit more emotional, skipping all the physical stuff on the grounds of not being ready. Except that little girl's thought is gone by now. You've known for weeks - at the least, but you're convinced you've known since the very first day - that you wanted him to be your first. You just never found the perfect time or the perfect way to bring it up.