Headcanons if Tom going down on you?

astroparker:

• it’s getting hot in herrrre
• homeboy is the biggest fan of eating you out, without a doubt 
• an interviewer had once even asked what tom’s favorite thing to eat was and he totally would’ve looked at you behind the camera and bit his lip as if in thought before raising an eyebrow and then adding on a completely normal answer, leaving you a blushing mess off camera 
• however, he definitely has made a hobby out of it 
• maybe it was the sense of pride that he got, seeing you come completely undone under his control 
• or the way that your body gave into him at his mercy 
• either way, he was infatuated with going down on you 
• whether it be as a way to wake you up 
• on top of the kitchen counter as he decided he wanted something else for breakfast
• or dessert 
• in the back seat of his audi 
• on the private jets 
• and especially between the sheets
• in the middle of a kiss, he’d pull away, just enough to softly push you back onto the mound of pillows behind you 
• you’d hold yourself up on your forearms, eyes tracing his movements, him settled between your legs
• he’d lift up your shirt, only to start pressing kisses to the exposed skin on your stomach 
• on cue, your hands would already be reaching for his brunette locks 
• most of the time, he wasn’t too bad about teasing you because sometimes he was more eager for it than you were
• but when he was in another mood oh, you best believe he’d take his sweet ass time
• however, typically he’d have your shorts or sweats tugged down almost instantly and tossed across the room in a matter of seconds 
• your panties would be slid to the side, his fingers tracing over where they previously covered, gathering up the wetness that had collected there 
• he’d spread your legs, situating himself in front of your core, one arm hooked underneath a thigh and the other pressing a thumb to your clit, already rubbing light circles 
• a frustrated moan would leave your lips as soon as his head dipped down and his tongue was running up and down your slit 
• while his thumb worked on your clit, his tongue would start dipping in and out of you causing a string of curse words to leave your lips 
• “how does that feel, darling?”
• he lived for the praises you gave him as he worked his way on you 
• he’d switch the roles of his tongue and fingers, attaching his lips over your bundle of overly-sensitive nerves and sucking while he slipped a digit into you 
• as his fingers dug into your walls, he’d increase the pressure of his tongue on your clit, tracing incoherent patterns over it 
• once he noticed your back arching, your breath faltering, and your eyes screwed shut, he’d stop 
• “look at me when you cum, angel. can you do that for me?” 
• you’d only be able to muster a nod, eyes now locked on his 
• while keeping the eye contact, his mouth would reattach to your clit, fingers finding their way back inside you and pumping out faster than he had before 
• within moments, you’d reach your release, a cry escaping your mouth as you felt the blissful high 
• throughout your orgasm, he’d make sure to now hook both arms underneath your thighs and pull your core closer to him
• his tongue would now run over your slit repeatedly, collecting your release 
• he’d come up after you had come down from your high 
• as you tried to regain your senses, you’d feel him occupy the space next to you on the bed 
• you’d open your eyes only to find him hovering over you, lip caught between his teeth 
• “think you can handle another one? or two?”