Oneshots by worldoftom [t.h. x female]

No Blue Pill *

Summary: Tonight it's all about making you cry with pleasure.

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: explicit: dry humping, fingering, oral at the end; overstimulation

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"Ohhh, you're my little blue pill."

Date nights spent chilling at home are your favorite kind, so you were ecstatic when Tom offered to cook and eat in, and then watch a movie. Here you are now, chilling on his couch watching a rom com – Tom's choice since you'd never seen it. You totally mock Tom for it because it's pretty obvious that he's still hung up on that obsession over Jake Gyllenhaal he developed over last summer, but he's quick to say, "Shhh, pay attention. It's really funny."

Except you're not paying attention at all. Not to the movie, anyway.

It starts out pretty innocently. You're sitting on Tom's left, him in that awkward couch position he always sits in, with his ass in the middle of the cushion and his legs apart. It doesn't mean anything at first, but for no reason, your hand grazes his knee and a shiver runs through you.

You keep rubbing the bones there with your thumb, but every time it stills, Tom's leg nudges yours until you resume your caresses. So you take this as an invitation. As per usual. Running a single digit on him turns into caressing your palm over his inner thigh, then into a swift movement upward on his muscles that makes them flex and his leg spasm.

"Whaaat are you doing?" he whispers as if to not disturb you from the incredible fake watching that you're doing. "You're supposed to be watching the movie."

"I know, I know," you trail off, but your hand doesn't move. In fact, you run it further up, your pinky at close range with his crotch. Leaning your torso to the side so that your head is perched on Tom's shoulder, you feel the shiver again, only this time it runs down your body straight into the empty space between your thighs.

Cupping his crotch with your hand is an easy move, and even though Tom turns his face to you and calls out your name in a warning tone, he doesn't move a single muscle when your face nuzzles the side of his neck and your leg crawls over his.

In fact, his hands take the last pull on your hips until you settle on his lap.

Soon your tongue's entangled with Tom's, legs on either side of him. He grabs both of your hands and pulls them behind your back, holding them there in a tight grip to the point where it starts hurting your wrists. The pain spreads through your body and activates all the pleasure cells in your brain, so intense you have nothing but to kiss him and grind against him even harder. And, yeah, his bulge is really fucking obvious.

"Fuck, Tom," you moan against his mouth after pulling back for a shaky breath. "Should I be jealous you get so turned on by watching a movie with Jake?"

"It wasn't the movie that turned me on." You gasp, almost pathetically, when Tom's mouth falls on your neck and bites on your spot. The one that makes you see stars every time. You grind down on him again as revenge. "It was all you," he growls. "You and your little sex games. Listen, should I be worried that you get so turned on by watching Jake?"

"Yeah, well, maybe," you croon into the hollow atop his mouth, mouth agape when you feel something poke you where it throbs the most.

"I guess I'll have to make sure you forget all about him," Tom threatens, the filthiest glint in his eyes as his hands pull your arms further behind your back.

You try to retaliate and push your chest against his face, but you can't reach high enough because of his grip and the way he's leaning against the back of the couch. So you ask, "Could I have my hands back for a second?"