#MISSED YALL SM SORRY I HAD A WEIRD LITTLE ESPRESSO DEPRESSO THERE

[j-nxx]

fucking thoma’s face

dom!gn!reader, sub thoma, throat-fucking

He willingly took your length into his mouth, lips stretching around the girth and staring up at you with half-hooded fluttering eyes. Thoma was already so fucked out from your previous teasing that he was even more malleable and obedient than normal.

He took his time sinking down your cock, though, and that simply wouldn’t do. You grabbed the back of his head without warning and shoved him to the base in one go. He choked and spluttered, throat constricting desperately and lips pressed flush against your pelvis, but still you didn’t let him come up for air.

It was only when he began to grow limp and red that you yanked him back off, gleefully watching him come back to the realm of the living with harsh gasps and wheezes. You only gave him a couple seconds before setting a mind-scrambling pace pulling his hot wet throat on and off of your cock.

It wasn’t enough. Pulling him off again, you waited for him to compose himself enough to listen to you, and snarled “Get on the chair.” You dismounted and helped him onto the seat without waiting for a response, moving behind the chair after you were done. In this position, his face was level with your cock if he tilted his head back.

You entered his mouth again, this time holding him by the throat and thrusting. Thoma’s throat made a clicking sound every time you hit of the back of his throat, drool and tears both spilling down the sides of his face. The room was filled with obscene choking and gagging sounds, rhythmic wet noises and barely-audible muffled mewls.

One of his hands was clenching the side of the chair for dear life, and the other was jacking himself off in time to your thrusts. You grinned, when you spotted his hand desperately working himself. “Aww, my pretty pretty little whore loves being used like this, doesn’t he? Such a good boy for me, so good, you’re so pretty,” you let praise easily flow from your lips, watching in delight as he desperately moaned around you.

His hand grew faster and faster, using his generous amount of pre to make it feel even better, and you watched with rapt attention, intent on seeing him cum.

But just when you thought he would, his own fingers clamped around his base and he mewled helplessly when his eyes rolled back in his head, staving off his orgasm. You worriedly pulled out of him, gently turning him to face you. His eyes were so hazy and his expression so distant that you were surprised that he even managed to function like that.

“Thoma, baby, is something wrong? You’ve been such a good boy for me, don’t worry, you were allowed to cum,” you cooed, stroking his hair. “Hngh—” his first attempt at speaking came out as a fucked-out croak. You continued to soothe him as he coughed and cleared his voice. “Please—in me, in me, I need it hhhnnneed it so bad please, haa, fuck me I’ve been good pleasepleaseplease—”

Your eyes went dark and you switched places with him again, yanking him onto your lap so that his back was to your chest. His begging had stopped, but he continued to whine and shiver. You easily entered him, not wanting to make your good little baby suffer any longer. Thoma’s bruised lips parted for a soundless wail, chest constricting so much that no sound came out.