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floralcyanide · 3 days ago

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ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴅᴀʏᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs — ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀs ᴡᴇʙʙ

thomas webb x afab!reader (nsfw)

You share a cigarette with the cute boy from your apartment building.

✣ warnings: smut, hints to penetrative sex at the end, alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, female anatomy described, fingering, masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), throat fucking

✣ word count: 2k

✣ author’s note: wrote this monthsssss ago, decided to post it. (I'm still on hiatus, though.)

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

“You mind if I uh, bum one off you?” a tall boy asks from next to you. You hadn’t noticed his presence.

You’ve been sitting on the couch that’s out back behind your apartment building, smoking a cigarette or two. It had been a long day at work. You study the boy closer and notice he has a pair of glasses perched on his nose and freckles dotting his face.

“Sure,” you say, “for a quarter.”

His face falls briefly before he goes to fish out a coin from his pocket. He pauses when you start to laugh, “I was joking! Of course you can have one.”

He mutters an “Oh” before scratching his neck nervously.

Your eyes rake over him for a moment before you face forward again, taking a drag off the cigarette you had lit just before the boy walked up. Well, perhaps not a boy, but he has such boyish charm. From how he carries himself to how he smiles at you when you hand him one of your menthols. You’ve seen him around before as he lives in your building. But the two of you have never shared a word. Sometimes, you’ve gone to have a smoke out here and seen him with your neighbor, W.F., so you would quietly close the door and go back upstairs. The two of them seem to be close friends, and you’d rather not intrude. Your neighbor sits down next to you and puts the cigarette in his mouth, which you light for him.

“Thanks,” he says after taking a puff.

“What’s your name again?” you ask suddenly. Not knowing his name and being his neighbor bothers you for some reason.

“Thomas,” he says, “Thomas Webb.”

“Gotcha,” you nod and introduce yourself.

The next time you see Thomas, he checks his mail as you sit on the staircase to escape your stuffy apartment. You strike up a conversation for a little while, then go about your day. The time after that, he invites you to go to a friend’s wedding. He didn’t have anyone to tag along with and didn’t want to go alone. But this also gave him the chance to get to know you better. Thomas wasn’t going to lie; he’s always thought you were attractive. Seeing you in the halls and outside all the time made him want to talk to you. But he never had the chance until recently, by total happenstance. You accept his invitation to the wedding and head back upstairs to your place to celebrate quietly. Thomas is a cutie; being his plus one at a wedding has made your week.

When the wedding rolls around, you struggle to pick out an outfit. You’re down between a somewhat short cocktail dress that’s a deep color or a more comfortable dress that’s a muted color. After trying both on, you decide the comfy dress is the way to go. You finish getting ready and meet Thomas outside the apartment building.

“Wow,” Thomas gulps, taking in your appearance, “You look- wow.”

You give him a complete view of your outfit, “You don’t look so bad yourself, Thomas,” you say, smoothing out his lapels.

Thomas hails a taxi to the venue, and you climb inside the backseat with him. Your knee touches his the entire ride, and the subtle contact is electrifying. Part of you desperately wants to get your hands on him, but you also know better than that. If there’s alcohol at the wedding, which there probably will be, you’ll have to fight tooth and nail to keep your hands to yourself.

The wedding is going swimmingly, and you and Thomas are two drinks in after the ceremony. At one point, you’re standing fairly close to him. Not enough for you to fall into him, but close enough for Thomas to wrap an arm around your waist and mold you into his side comfortably. You feel warm and fuzzy about it. It’s been a while since you’ve really liked someone, and your body is definitely reacting to the closeness. You and Thomas decide to take a shot because why not? You don’t have to drive home, and everyone at the function seems to be having a great time, especially the groom’s uncle, who is now clambering on stage to make a speech.

You and Thomas tap the shot glasses on the table before tossing them back, and then you order another round. You are so grateful the bar is free. As the groom’s uncle spews on in a drunken stupor, you and Thomas settle on a beer as your final drink before heading out. You both watch the uncle for a few moments before Thomas speaks up, “Wanna get out of here?”

You nod, “Definitely.”

How buzzed you are doesn’t really hit until you step outside into the cool spring air. Thomas hails the taxi home, and you both decide to go to your place to hang out. You’re leaning heavily into Thomas in the backseat, your head on his shoulder. He has an arm around you, his fingers lightly stroking the fringed hem of your dress. He drunkenly wishes to see what’s underneath the fabric.

After paying, you both carefully climb out of the taxi and go upstairs to your apartment. You fumble the keys for a moment before finally unlocking the door. Thomas takes in the appearance of your apartment and decides it’s definitely your vibe. You had ducked into the kitchen to retrieve a liquor bottle, and when you returned, Thomas was splayed on the couch.

You raise the bottle, “Another shot?”

“Sure,” Thomas gives you a lopsided smile.

He admires you as you pour two shots into random shot glasses you have, his gaze drinking you in. You hand him the shot, and your fingers brush against his briefly. Your eyes meet, and you keep eye contact even through taking the shot.

“What?” you ask, stifling a giggle.

“Nothing,” Thomas shrugs, “You’re just really beautiful.”

“Oh, really?” you move around the coffee table to sit next to him on the couch, your thighs pressed against one another, “Tell me more.”

Thomas chuckles nervously, “Um, well, you have a great personality too.”

“Uh huh,” you place a daring hand on his thigh, not too close, of course, but it’s enough to set a fire in Thomas’ belly, “I like your personality too.”

Thomas swallows thickly, the alcohol settling in him and making him a little brave. He tucks some hair behind your ear, “So pretty.”

You decide now is the time to be bold, “You know what would make me prettier?”

“Enlighten me, what would possibly make you prettier?” Thomas asks you.

“Me choking on your cock,” you say plainly, staring into his eyes and gauging his reaction.

Thomas bites his lip and exhales through his nose, nodding his head, “Yeah, that would definitely make you much prettier.”

You two start laughing but slowly stop when Thomas grabs a hold of your face. You’re curled up into his side and are quite close already. It doesn’t take much for him to capture your lips with his. Your hand finds Thomas’ hair, and you immediately curl your fingers in it as the other grips his thigh. Thomas slides his tongue along your bottom lip, and you allow him to explore your mouth with it. As the kiss deepens, you climb onto Thomas’ lap, his somewhat thin black trousers making contact with your barely clothed warmth. Thomas grips your hips and nearly bruises you with his thumbs when he feels you beginning to throb against him. You take control of the kiss and suck Thomas’ tongue between your lips, where you begin to bob your head along it. The motion makes his pants tighten.

“God, I need it,” Thomas pulls away, gasping for air.

“Need what?” you ask, your hands pressed to his chest.

“Your mouth,” Thomas says, his face flushed.

You loosen the tie around Thomas’ neck before discarding it, unbuttoning his dress shirt. He pulls off the blazer and his shirt, and you stand up and climb off his lap. You settle yourself on the floor in front of the couch, your knees planted firmly in the fluffy rug underneath you. You wait, eagerly eyeing Thomas as he slowly stands up and unfastens his pants. When he pulls himself out, you’re glad you’re drunk enough to take his considerable length like a champ. Sober, you would’ve been nervous about it. You scoot up close to him, grabbing his rock-hard cock before kitten licking the tip to tease him. Thomas’ hands fly into your hair as you lick the precum and swirl it around his head.

You pull away for a moment, “Feel free to fuck my throat. I don’t mind it,” you flutter your eyelashes up at Thomas, who suddenly feels like he’s won the jackpot.

“O-okay,” he says, moving his fingers through your hair to grab hold of your head in preparation.

Without warning, you begin to take Thomas into your mouth, inching as much as you can until he hits the back of your throat. He takes a moment to calm his breathing before he slowly bucks his hips forward. You move your head along to his thrusts, making Thomas moan gutturally. His fingernails scrape your scalp as he sets a steady pace. You can’t help but spread your knees a little so you can reach under your dress to stroke your clit as Thomas fucks your throat. He isn’t going too fast, so he doesn’t hurt you, but you aren’t that patient. You slam your nose into his pelvis, gagging around his length as you pick up the pace for him. Bobbing your head, you relax around Thomas to allow him to indulge fully. You grip his thigh with your free hand as he thrusts into your mouth faster, the sound of you gurgling around him sending him into overdrive. Tears stream down your face as you swipe your clit with two fingers, your moans vibrating around Thomas’ cock perfectly.

“Lift your dress, let me see,” Thomas says, breathless.

You do as told and allow Thomas to see you playing with your cunt with your underwear pushed to the side. He grabs both sides of your head and fucks into you almost violently, just like you wanted. You’re a moaning, gagging mess as you let Thomas use you to get off. You feel yourself growing impossibly wet as your climax inches closer.

“Where do you want it?” Thomas asks, unsure of where to cum.

You say nothing and instead, grab his balls to massage them and bring him over the edge. You want him to cum down your throat. And with that last light squeeze that you give him, Thomas is unloading into you, his cum warm in the column of your throat. Thomas kneels down to your level when he realizes you haven’t cum yet, replacing your hand with his. You lean into his chest, wiping at your face as you cry out in pleasure when Thomas plunges two fingers inside you. He uses his thumb to rub your clit, curling his digits in your tight and dripping cunt. Your face is buried in his neck as he brings you to your orgasm, the image of Thomas’ own climax from moments ago playing in your head as your body trembles.

Thomas strokes your hair as you come down, and you both catch your breath.

“You were right; you really are much prettier choking on me,” Thomas smirked, and you laughed into his neck, “But I think you’d be downright gorgeous taking me inside you.”

“Fuck, you’re smooth,” you mumble, pulling away from Thomas and gazing at him through hooded eyes, “Get on the couch.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Thomas backs up onto the couch and you climb on top of him, not wasting a single second before you fully seat yourself on his length.

You should share cigarettes with cute guys more often.