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no nut november 4.0 || th x reader

summary: …..tom takes the no nut november bet with harrison (2k21 edition)

warnings: swearing, smut 18+ (additional warnings under the cut)

word Count: 3k

2018 || 2019 || 2020 || masterlist || ko-fi

additional warnings: switch!tom, edging, masturbation, thigh riding

“Please.”

You smirked down at your boyfriend, whose hands were cuffed to the headboard of your bed, and lifted your chin expectantly.

“Please, what?”

“Please, baby,” he whimpered.

“Not exactly what I was looking for,” you mused, dropping your hand by your side.

Tom pulled against the restraints helplessly, big brown eyes staring up at you desperately. He looked so pretty like this. His face was flushed pink with embarrassment and exertion, sweaty curls sticking to his forehead. He was achingly hard, cock throbbing against his stomach, precum dripping from the tip onto his pale skin.

You had been edging him for the past two hours and he was reaching his breaking point. It wasn’t often that Tom let you have control in the bedroom, but when he did you took full advantage.

And maybe it had something to do with you dressing up as Sexy Velma from Scooby Doo 2 for Halloween and quoting the “who’s your mommy” line as soon as you stepped into the living room, but you couldn’t be sure.

He had dragged you to the bedroom the moment you ran out of candy to give to trick-or-treaters and kneeled on the hardwood floor, looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes before asking if he could eat you out.

Now hours later here he was, coming undone under your touch. You almost felt bad as you watched the tears well up in his eyes, but you reminded yourself of how many times you’d been in the exact same position and he wasn’t near as lenient as you.

You pumped his cock a couple more times, pulling away when he tried to take control of the pace and fucked up into your hand.

“Please, please let me cum,” he begged.

“Mmmm, not tonight, baby boy,” you tsked. “I don’t think you deserve it.”

“But-”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Tom opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it again as if he thought better of it.

“Only good boys get to cum, isn’t that right, Tommy?”

“Yes, that’s right. I can be good!”

“I’m sure you can, but it’s getting late.” You turned to look at the clock sitting on the nightstand next to you. “It’s almost midnight and we both have to work tomorrow. Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll let you cum tomorrow.”

“But tomorrow-”

“What did I say?”

You could see the anger etching its way into his features, but he pushed it back, still eager to please in case you changed your mind.

“You don’t want to hear it.”

“That’s right. Now let’s get you cleaned up before we go to bed.”

Tom was already gone when you woke up the next morning. You smirked to yourself as you stretched out in the empty bed. You weren’t fucking around this year.

The night before had gone off without a hitch and you had Tom right where you wanted him. It had been your plan all along to rile him up on October 31st so that by the time midnight rolled around on November 1st he was already at a disadvantage in the No Nut November game.

You knew he was making that stupid bet with Harrison again. Harrison’s girlfriend had mentioned it in passing- about how sore she was because Haz was essentially trying to cum as many times as he could before November to prepare for the dry season.

That was when you began planning. Your boyfriend, as lovely as he was, really fucked you over the last few years. You figured it was about time to give him a dose of his own medicine.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You slammed the front door, obviously something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Tom insisted as he kicked off his shoes in the entryway.

“Did something happen at work?”

“No, work was fine,” he snapped. “I’m fine.”

You scoffed at him in disbelief, rolling your eyes behind his back. If he was already this frustrated on the first day of November, you didn’t know how you were going to survive the next four weeks- or however long he ended up lasting this time.

Tom sighed, and turned to you. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, no it’s not. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you said earnestly, kissing him on the cheek, then the jaw, then the neck. “I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me.”

Tom pulled away from you suddenly, shaking his head. “I-I can’t, baby. I’m sorry.”

You stared at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation as if you didn’t already know why he was turning you down.

“It’s November.” You blinked dumbly, wanting him to spell it out for you. “And my friends and I are doing No Nut November again-”

“Oh! That’s right!” you gasped. “There are more people participating this year?”

“Yeah, Tuwaine is, I think Jacob might be... and some of the guys from golf.”

“Sounds like you’ve got some competition this year.”

Tom sighed, running a hand through his curls. “Yeah, it’s gonna be a long fucking month.”

You frowned. “Sorry, babe.”

“It’s fine, I-” he paused, narrowing his eyes at you from behind the wirey frames of his glasses. “You’re not mad?”

“No, why would I be?”

“I dunno, you usually are.”

“I don’t know if I’d call it mad...”

“Last year you yelled at Harrison in the middle of a hotel hallway about how upset you were over the bet. I’m pretty sure you woke up the whole floor.”

“Fine, maybe in the previous years I was a little annoyed, but I expected it this year. I’ll try to stay out of your way.”

Your boyfriend raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Really?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not... planning anything?” You shook your head in response, fingers crossed behind your back. “You’re not even going to try and tempt me like you usually do?”

“I don’t have enough energy for that.”

He looked like he didn’t believe you, but ultimately let it go. Little did he know you wouldn’t have to lift a finger to get him to break this time. He was already wrapped around your finger.

“Are you hungry, baby?” you asked, changing the subject. “I can order us pizza.”

He broke into a smile, and nodded. “I’m starving.”

You were patient. One week passed, then two. You stayed true to your word. You kept to yourself, only kissed Tom when you were saying goodbye or goodnight, and even wore pants to bed. And you waited.

Tom wasn’t a very patient person in general, even less so when he was sexually frustrated. It was evident in the way he cursed to himself whilst going over lines, in the way he had started going on long runs each morning despite the November chill, in the way he would catch himself staring at you even when you weren’t doing anything worth staring at. He woke up painfully hard every single day and would spend at least half an hour in the shower underneath the cold water, willing his erection to subside.

Ironically, you used the same shower in a completely opposite way. When you felt yourself craving something a little more intimate than the chaste kisses and short embraces, you resorted to taking long showers, muffling your moans with one of your hands as you used the other to try and relieve the arousal burning in your stomach. It wasn’t enough. Of course it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t even make yourself cum very hard because you knew you couldn’t make a lot of noise, and weren’t good at being quiet in bed.

“Angel, you’ve been in there a while, are you okay?”

You didn’t happen to hear your sweet boyfriend calling for you through the door, seeing as you were preoccupied with your hand between your legs, bracing yourself against the tile wall as you fantasized about him being the one to make you feel good.

You pictured yourself blindfolded on all fours with Tom fucking you from behind, whispering dirty words into your ear. He’d tease you by slowing down every time you got close and-

You whimpered his name accidentally. You clapped a hand over your mouth as soon as the word slipped past your lips, but it was too late.

“What’s wrong- oh shit, sorry!” He covered his eyes and backed into the wall. “Fuck-”

“Sorry! Sorry!” you cried, yanking your hand away and shutting off the water.

You grabbed your towel from the hook on the door and hurriedly dried off, wrapping it around your body as you followed Tom into the bedroom.

He was pacing the floor with a hand over his mouth, staring at the ground.

“Baby, I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to-”

“You were in the shower for so long, I thought you were sick or something! I called your name asking if you were okay!”

“Obviously I didn’t hear you!”

“I know, you were clearly too busy.”

“Are you... mad?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “You usually don’t care if I masturbate.”

“Yeah, while I’m gone! I was right here in the bedroom, you could have just asked me for help!”

“I was trying to be considerate!”

“What does that even mean?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?” he scoffed. “Enlighten me, please.”

“Your bet!”

“What about my bet?”

“There’s still like two weeks left of November. You’re not supposed to cum.”

Tom took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Baby, it’s really sweet that you’re concerned about my bet, but you don’t need to do all of this just for me. It’s not worth it.”

You stuck your bottom lip out into a pout. “I thought you wanted to win.”

“I do! But not so much that I’m neglecting you. If I had known how needy you were I would’ve helped!”

“How was I supposed to know that? Two years ago we had a written list of rules, one of which was to not masturbate in front of you!”

“I-” he paused. “Yeah, and that was two years ago. I was weaker then.” You pursed your lips, but didn’t comment. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“I never said that.”

“Your face said it for you- not to mention your actions! You’ve been masturbating in the shower, hiding from me all because you think I’m going to pop a boner and cum my pants like a comp sci major who’s never seen boobs before.”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, I just didn’t want to make the bet harder for you by fingering myself in front of you-”

“You were fingering yourself?”

“What did you think I was doing in there?”

“I was trying not to think about it.”

“I feel like you’re proving my point right now.”

“I can handle it,” he assured you. “The bet doesn’t involve you, so I can still make you feel good. As long as I don’t cum.”

“So fucking me is out of the question, then.”

“Obviously.”

“I just- are you sure about this?”

“Yes, baby. I want to make you feel good.” He seemed to think for a moment before propping himself up on the bed, using pillows to support his back. “Why don’t you ride my thigh?”

Your pulse quickened at the mere thought and you gulped, pressing your legs together discreetly.

“Do you want me to?” you asked.

“Fuck yeah, I want you to. What kind of question is that?”

You chuckled and hesitantly let go of your towel, letting it fall to the floor. Tom sucked in a breath, pupils dilating immediately at the sight of your naked body. You felt your cheeks grow warm as his gaze traveled lower and lower. He licked his lips absentmindedly and beckoned you closer with a flick of his fingers.

You approached the bed and climbed on his lap, slotting his right thigh between your legs. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and looked to him for direction.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, mostly to himself. “I missed this.”

“I missed it too.”

You shivered as he ran a hand down your back, letting his fingers ghost over your spine until they came to rest on your ass.

“Did you make yourself cum in the shower just now?”

You shook your head shyly, unable to meet his eyes. “I wasn’t able to before you... but I almost did, I was s-so close. I wanted it so bad.”

“I know, darling. I can feel you soaking through my joggers already.”

You bit your lip in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“You know you never need to apologize for that,” Tom assured you. “Besides, I know you can never make yourself feel quite as good as I can.”

You nodded again in agreement and started to rock yourself back and forth on his thigh, angling your hips so that the material of his pants created friction against your clit. You moaned softly and let your head fall back.

“Poor baby, so desperate.” Tom pressed a gentle kiss to your bare shoulder, rubbing comforting circles on your back as he watched you ride his thigh. “I can’t imagine how many times you’ve made yourself cum wishing it was me.”

“I lost count,” you whined pathetically.

“That checks out.”

Tom began flexing his thigh underneath you- as well as he could manage in his position- and you shuddered, leaning into him. He met you halfway and took one of your tits into his mouth, nipping at the tender skin with his teeth and then soothing the mark with his tongue.

“God, I missed your mouth,” you groaned.

He chuckled against you, sending vibrations through your body and making you curse. You were still sensitive from the shower so it didn’t surprise you when you felt pressure building in your abdomen, already threatening to explode.

You could feel Tom’s cock hardening against your knee, but he was ignoring it to focus on you. A little thought in the back of your mind told you that this was a bad idea. Tom hadn’t cum in almost three weeks and he was easily set off as it was- and that was without taking into account the way you’d edged him on Halloween. You were starting to feel guilty about that. Here Tom was, risking losing No Nut November to make you feel good all while you’d been plotting behind his back. But you reminded yourself that this was revenge. Tom had insisted he’d be fine anyway. He could hold out... maybe.

“And I missed your tits.”

You rolled your eyes. “So romantic.”

He smirked. “Why do you think I play so many leading men?”

“Oh so Arvin Russell and Peter Parker are casanovas? Could’ve fooled me.”

“Shut up,” he growled.

“You first.”

Tom brought his hands to your hips, helping you find a good rhythm. He could tell you were getting tired so he tried bouncing his leg on the mattress to help get you there. His brows were furrowed in concentration and you could see that he was struggling not to grind against you.

“I want you so bad you have no idea,” he panted.

“I think I have somewhat of an idea,” you quipped, nudging his cock with your knee.

“Very funny.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you close?”

You nodded, your eyes squeezed shut. “I’m so close, Tom- fuck!”

He pinched your clit between his fingertips a couple of times, coaxing you over the edge.

“Baby, I-I, I’m gonna- I’m gonna,” you tried to warn him, but you were too far gone to string the words together. Thankfully your boyfriend was well-versed in your gibberish and understood instantly.

“That’s it, darling. Cum all over my thigh,” he encouraged.

You nearly screamed as it hit you, and you bit Tom’s shoulder to muffle it.

“Fuck!” he shouted, going completely rigid underneath you.

You froze in panic, abandoning your pleasure as your cunt still clenched helplessly around nothing, and lifted your head to meet your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Did you just...”

He grimaced, eyes closed and body trembling from the aftershocks. “Yeah.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed and scrambled off of his lap.

Tom’s gray sweats were completely ruined, from the inside out. There was a wet patch on his thigh from where you’d been riding it, and another where his crotch was. You could still see his cock twitching pathetically through the fabric.

“It’s not your fault, baby. It’s mine.”

“I mean, it’s kind of my fault,” you argued. “I bit you... and also kind of sabotaged you.”

“What?”

“Do you remember Halloween? When I edged you for like two or three hours?”

Tom’s eyes widened in realization. “You didn’t-”

“Not letting you cum the day before November started may or may not have been intentional. I wanted you to start the month off at a disadvantage so you’d lose. I, uh, didn’t expect you to offer to get me off. I’m really sorry, Tom.”

You expected him to be furious. You wouldn’t have blamed him if he was. But instead of storming out or giving you the silent treatment or doing anything that would indicate he was upset, he started laughing. You took a nervous step back, unsure of whether that was a good or a bad thing.

“That’s really smart,” he admitted.

“You- you’re not mad?”

He shook his head and smirked. “No, I’m not. I should’ve seen it coming, honestly. I’ve put you through No Nut November so many times already. It was about time you got me back.”

“But it was mean of me!”

“I mean, I can’t argue with that. But I arguably deserved it.” He looked you up and down, trying to hide his impressed grin. “I can’t believe it. Who knew my girlfriend was such a conniving little brat?”

You returned his smile and climbed back onto his lap. You tilted his chin up with the tips of your fingers, leaning down to kiss him. You broke away a moment later, admiring your boyfriend’s wrecked state.

“Pretty sure you already knew that.”

“I might have.”

Tom wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you close.

“I’m sorry for making you lose No Nut November,” you mumbled.

“It’s okay, baby. You already apologized.”

“I know, but still...” you trailed off and slipped your fingers under the waistband of his sweats. “Let me make it up to you?”

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