Fantasy and Putts - t.h. series [18+]

MFL Extra | Penthouse Blues *

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warnings » all smut, including: oral, edging, fingering, piv intercourse, butt slapping, cum play; oh and there's a typo but it's not really, it's very deliberate. if you miss it, you won't miss much (feel free to ask me about it!), but if you spot it, it might be fun (or not, depends on your humor. i laugh at everything, it's ridiculous)

b's note » hey everyone! this extra fits in Part Four of Meta-Fore of Love and adds a little smutty flavor to their night in the penthouse after the wine tasting soirée. at first, i figured Tom would host the party and go sleep at home, then i realized that would be a waste of a penthouse, then i realized that they would obviously fuck in it. because... what else? there are two scenes and hardly any plot. hope you enjoy it! finally, a big thanks to all of you out there still reading this nonsense. it won't be forgotten <3 please accept this sunflower from me: 🌻 hope you're not allergic!

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The party — "it's soirée, loser, use the proper term," as per Tom's insistence — doesn't go half bad. Harrison, the twins, and Tuwaine do show up, a night of friends, wine glasses and chatter. Trivia, too. The quiz you put together in a rush isn't a major success, but it is enough to make everyone have a good time for a few hours.

Namely you. Tom doesn't leave your side the whole time. Sometimes if he's chatting with one of the boys, you steal a glance at him only to look away before it gets too obvious. Wine aplenty in your system, you often find yourself studying the curve of his shoulders, more and more defined from his many hours at the gym lately. The same curve you examine by hand before the end of the night as you both fall asleep on a set of sheets that smell like white roses in the master suite of the penthouse.

Nothing else happens then, you're both too bubbly and drained of energy. However, it's still a little dark around you, the moon beams and city lights illuminating the doorway because you left it open earlier, when you stir up to Tom's fingers dribbling across your tummy. He probably didn't mean to wake you, but his short nails are too much of a tease to ignore.

"Tom..." you trail off, letting him know you've awaken.

He hums in response. "You up?"

"Mhmm." You nod, unsure if he can see it properly. "'S the matter?"

You get your answer when he tugs your sleepshirt all the way to your neck and starts mouthing your ribs, your shoulders, your neck, going back down to suckle a nipple into his mouth. He toys with it for a really long time, long enough that your eyes are fully open and you're moaning softly in the back of your throat under his tender caresses. In return, you play with his hair and a little with the clasp of the chain he's still wearing around his neck.

You notice his hard cock where he presses it against your hip.

"Finally you're awake," he says, proving that you were wrong and he was waiting for you to stir up. Not only that, he also props a condom in the middle of your chest.

"You fucker," you taunt him, moaning louder when he bites into the side of your breast. "Can't sleep without a little cock rub, can you?"

"No, I cannot," he grins into your neck. When he sucks the skin on the side next, your back arches in pleasure and your arm pushes him to the side.

Soon you've got him on his back, completely naked even though you remember specifically that he put on joggers to bed earlier, his cock hard and twitching when you so much as look at it licking your lips at its sight. You grab the condom from where it had fallen and place it on your pillow.

"Guess I'll have to do something about that, then," you murmur as sensually as your sleep-hazed mind allows. You rub your crotch over his, getting yourself a little wet because how could you not when his face is all relaxed, lips stuck between his teeth in delight at the touch. Then you spread your wetness on his thigh, riding it all the way down until your face lines up with his middle.