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And of course, i have also made the meme for it:)
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I'm not sure if you are taking requests or updating.. you can ignore this if you want
Can I request a bottom Thoma x top gn reader smut please? The reader is obsessed with Thoma's thighs, biting them kissing them during doing it
+ spanking, in a doggy style !
Warnings: TOP/DOM reader + SUB/BOTTOM character + gn reader + reader obsessed with Thoma's thighs + spanking + doggy style + praise + a bit of degrading praise + edging + reader worships Thoma + Thoma shows off his slutty side + masochist Thoma + reader has a very prominent marking kink and sadistic streak + aftercare!!
Word Count: 1621
A/N: THIS BITCH IS FINALLY BACKKK
I'll also definitely be writing a fic with purely praising and coddling Thoma cuz he deserves it
"Thoma, look at me," you cooed. "...Okay.." Thoma peeked out from his hands, face completely red, eyes brimming with tears. You had been teasing Thoma's cock for quite a bit now, giving a little kitten lick to the tip, using your finger to play with his slit but never applying enough pressure to make him cum.
Once you were sure that you had Thoma's eyes on you, you grabbed one of his thighs and started sucking on it. "Mhnn! Ngh..." Thoma's face scrunched up as you pressed kisses and bites onto his unmarked skin, causing him to bruise beautifully.
"Y'know Thoma, you're so beautiful like this," you sighed dreamily as you continued to leave marks on his skin. "A-ahh...you really think so?" Thoma peered down at you with his emerald eyes. "Of course," you replied immediately and firmly, sucking harder on Thoma's skin, causing him to shudder.
Once you felt satisfied with the bites on Thoma's thigh, you moved on to the other untouched one. Pressing the same kisses into his skin as you did to the other. "Come on... t-that's mo-OooRe! Than enough!" Thoma pushed at your head, but you kept yourself fixed into position.
Thoma was hard and aching for a release, but you just wouldn't let up with the marking! It felt so good to him, but it was so hard to deal with you teeth nipping at his thigh, knowing full well that you were teasing him.
At last, you had finished marking up Thoma's thighs, leaving them a shivering, pink and purple mess, Thoma's face scrunched up in embarrassment and pleasure. His cock still stood high, untouched yet leaking a bit. Noticing that part you were taken a bit back. Thoma was leaking precum just from you marking his thighs? You gave yourself a mental pat on the back at the achievement.
"Thoma..." you pressed your finger to his lubricated rim(you had prepped him excruciatingly slow, once again not letting him cum). He whined, his hole clenching around nothing. "Are you ready for me to fuck you?" Thoma's head nodded rapidly. "Y-yes, yes! Please just put it in...please," he ended his plea with a whine that shot straight to your dick.
You lined yourself up against Thoma's hole but didn't do anything yet. Thoma whined in protest and wrapped his legs around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer. Finally, you began to push slowly into his hole. Thoma put his hand over his mouth, attempting to muffle his noises as you pushed in. After just putting you tip in, you brutally thrusted, sheathing your entire length inside his hole in one go.
Thoma threw his head back as he let out a loud cry. His cum splattered all over his stomach, finally able to reach his climax after being denied for so long. He laid there panting with his tongue hanging put, his body slightly twitching from the aftershock of his orgasm, letting out small whines. "Oh, Thoma. I love how you can't even take cock without cumming and squealing like a pig." The venom practically dripped from your voice, yet you smiled with faux innocence. "Uunghh...haahhh, [name]...it's just too big--mhnnn...too deep..." Thoma whimpered pathetically, looking down and rubbing the cum decorating his stomach.
Fuck...you cursed to yourself internally. He was making it so hard to keep your composure, always whining and whimpering like a bitch in heat begging to be fucked dumb, or whatever nonsense he spews out of his mouth first. Instead continuing to fuck into his tight hole, you bent forward and restarted your nipping on his thighs. "[name]~...Please, no moree..." Thoma whined sluggishly, little hiccups interrupting him. You ignored him and continued your onslaught on his poor, innocent thighs. "I just love seeing you like this so much, I just can't help it!" you let out a faux coo, yet somehow Thoma still fell for it. "O-okay...but no for too long," Thoma sighed, his face still alarmingly red. "But still..." you began slyly, slowly pulling out until you were completely out of the warmth of his warm hole, causing Thoma to protest weakly. "Didn't you say that you wanted me to fuck you? You were even begging me oh so pitifully," you sneered as you rubbed the tip of your cock on Thoma's hole.
"Hu-huh? Nnnhhh...[name] please I want in me, 'm begging you," Thoma continued to chase the feeling of your cock on his hole, even while talking. "[name], I'm begging you..." Thoma repeated, attempting to shift his way out of his current position. Curious about what he was trying to do, you watched as he sluggishly sat up, turned around so he wasn't facing you anymore, getting on his hands and knees. Finally, he propped himself up on his elbows and turned his head around. "[name]..." He reached back with his hand to his glistening rim, spreading it to show you how eager his hole was to swallow up your cock. "P-please fuck me...my h-hole is ready for you," Thoma stuttered, his face completely red, his initial look of embarrassment replaced with one of pure lust.
His display nearly made you pass out. You had never seen Thoma so bold and open about his horniness. Most of the time, you would tease Thoma for a bit, but you would always take over, worried that he would short circuit due to all the embarrassment. Yet here he was, wiggling his ass and spreading his hole for you. You came closer to Thoma's ass, Thoma's breathing speeding up. "Face forward," you commanded. Thoma did as he was told, the fact that he couldn't see what was happening increased the feeling of anticipation.
You let your hands run over his marked thighs to the curve of his ass. Then you raised your hand and struck your palm across Thoma's cheek. "NNnngghHH--" Thoma's head shot up as he felt the sharp pain of your hand on his ass. "[n-name], what was that for--HahhHH! GhhKK!" You landed two more strikes on Thoma, causing tears to prick at his eyes. "Honestly," you breathed out, rubbing the hand marks you left on Thoma. "I'm only doing this because your ass is just so tempting. It's like it's waiting to be marked by me."
The tears that had begun brimming in his eyes began to fall freely now. What did you want from him? You just kept mercilessly teasing him all this time, never letting him truly get off. Even the feeling of your dick inside of him, you only gave him a mere taste of you before you began to spank him. And the worst(best) part was...he was all but melting under your treatment.
How could he not! Your smooth, condescending voice, the feeling of your teeth and lips on his thighs, and your heavy hits on his ass were just too much for him but perfect at the same time. Thoma slumped down onto the bed, his hips still raised. He tried to use his voice but all that would come out was broken whine and quiet sobbing. And then finally--Finally! You began to slowly push into your poor lover, relishing in his moans.
"Ahhnnn...[name], y-yes, thank yo--" You cut Thoma off by ramming the rest of your length into him. From there, you began your punishing pace, never stopping to give Thoma a break. "GgyyAHH! O-OhhhHH! Please, PLeaSEE! I-it's too--Hahhnnn~" Thoma immediately came as he was finally able to climax, his load hitting the bed as he clung to the bedsheets and wept. Yeah, that was gonna stain. Thoma's adorable moans filled the room as you continued to thrust into him. This was perfect. Breaking Thoma down bit by bit,finally getting him to give up his usual restraint and to present himself to you like the slut he was. You would have snickered to yourself had you not been more occupied with burying yourself in your lover's tight heat.
"T-thoma, Thoma..." you repeated like a mantra, like he was going to disappear if you stopped calling him. Thoma continued mewling in overstimulation, his first orgasm making him even more sensitive than before. He was definitely not going to go for another round by the time you finished. "[n-name]! Ahnn! Hah, hahhhn, s-SLOWER! MmmMMHHN! OohhHGG..." Thoma's eyes were fluttering behind his lids and his cock began to twitch again, signaling another orgasm. Deciding to end this as quickly as you could, you gave one last harsh shove into Thoma's hole, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. Thoma let out a silent cry as he reached his orgasm slightly after you, too worn out to make anymore noise.
"Ghhn..." you grunted as you pulled out of Thoma. As you calmed yourself down, you looked over Thoma. He had slumped down onto his side. The only reason he was still in his former position was because you were holding him up. Now, without any support, Thoma laid on his side, his breath coming out raggedly. His sweet features were in blissed content, eyes fluttering a bit and his face still quite red. Unable to resist, you leaned in and began to softly makeout with him. He was barely able to reciprocate the kisses but was eager to accept them(as eager as he could considering he was half-awake at this point). Finally breaking away, you cuddled him whispering sweet praises into his ear, assuring him of how good he did. He hummed softly, drinking in your praise as he finally drifted asleep.
Now while he slept, you got to work, cleaning the both of you up.
"was it one's thoughts that drew him to my dreams? had i known it a dream, one would not have awakened."
"was it one's thoughts that drew him to my dreams? had i known it a dream, one would not have awakened."
"was it one's thoughts that drew him to my dreams? had i known it a dream, one would not have awakened."
Thoma stop being the prettiest man ever challenge
fuck it. sharing my photos that I took in genshin due to a lack of resin and access to Baron Bunny
some of them are better than others but I love them All
💖🐼 Hiya Again!
It's time to sit down, relax, and catch a breath after a month full of excitement, spicy moments and lust.
Let us all soothe the mood and have fun during our very first Fluffember event ♡ As one of our writers put it, "Fluffember is like post-Kinktober aftercare" - we believe we can all agree on this statement!
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♡ please keep in mind that all works range between 500 and 3k words, with little to no particular plot. All of our readers are female
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1 - Recovery - Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (Peaky Blinders)
2 - Hair Brushing/Styling - Thoma x fem!reader (Genshin Impact)
3 - Dinner cooking - Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader (The Hobbit)
4 - Bed Sharing - Tartaglia x fem!reader (Genshin Impact)
5 - Hands Holding - Steven Grant x fem!reader (Moon Knight)
6 - Picnic - Jake Lockley & Khonshu x fem!reader (Moon Knight)
7 - Cuddling - Sirius Black x fem!reader (Harry Potter)
8 - Time Spending - Jack Chambers x fem!reader (Don't Worry Darling)
9 - Stargazing - Ivar x fem!reader (Vikings)
Bad Hair Day || Thoma x fem!reader
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Summary: Thoma appears to be extremely helpful when your hair is refusing to cooperate
Warnings: None
Word count: 499
Author: Cass
A/N: today’s prompt: Hair Brushing/Styling
"No, no, no! It's all wrong! Why must it be like this now!?" You groan, attempting to brush out knots in your hair.
You're getting ready, or attempting to get ready, for a date with Thoma.
Everything is going so well, your outfit is perfect, nicely done... However, your hair decides to misbehave at the last moment. It will not stay in place no matter what you do. When you brush and style the hair in a beautiful hairstyle, there is always a strand sticking out or laying in the wrong direction.
You put the brush away with a growl and begin untangling yet another failed hairstyle. You can't possibly leave like this! Not on a first date!
You get up and start walking around, trying to come up with a solution to this situation when you hear Thoma's cheerful voice calling you from behind the door. You immediately grab it to prevent him from entering. He can't look at you like this!
"H-Huh? Is something wrong, Y/N? Is your door stuck?" He inquires, perplexed.
"No! That is not the case... Just… I'm not quite ready yet. I have a little problem here," you respond honestly.
"Do you require assistance?"
Naturally, he asks you that. Thoma at his best.
You remain silent on the other side of the door, unsure what to do, but eventually decide to let him in.
Your door slides open to reveal Thoma, who looks as good as ever.
"So? What's the issue, love? You look great today," he says, making you blush.
You nervously point at your hair while playing with your hands. "My hair is acting up today. I worked hard to brush them in order to look nice tonight."
Thoma blinks at you, his head slightly tilted to the side.
"You're always stunning, but you can't seem to keep those lovely locs under control. I am delighted to assist," Thoma smiles as he pats the seat in front of a mirror.
You return the smile and take a seat, staring at your reflection.
Thoma approaches you from behind and immediately begins brushing your hair. Despite the tangles you're certain are in your hair, the brush moves smoothly.
As he continues to work, your boyfriend begins to hum.
"Could you please close your eyes? No peeking until I'm finished, okay?"
You simply comply with his request.
He soon puts the brush away and begins to play with your hair, gently pulling and twisting the strands as he pleases.
Thoma pecks your cheek after a while, you're not sure how much time passed. "You are now free to look."
You open your eyes with a gasp - he managed to put your hair in a beautiful braid with no flaws!
"You look even more beautiful," he says. ”So? Shall we? Now, that the minor issue has been resolved?" Thoma extends his hand to you.
You gladly accept it with a short nod. "Yes," you laugh, getting up to finally go on a planned date.
KAMISATO SIBLINGS LAYOUTS
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thoma would feel so awful once he learns that nobody has made you cum before. even if you're experienced more than he is, thoma wants to lead you to the feeling of a climax.
he takes his time teasing you, making sure you're flustered and stumbling over your words. even if there's company, he would do subtle things to rile you up. thoma would only cave into doing something sexual if you asked him. consent is huge for him!
he'd lay you down, work out any knots in your body by massaging you with fragrant oils. thoma might not be a sex god but he does know how to comfort someone. all we wants to do is please you in the most intimate form!
when he kisses you, it's passionate and full of adoration. he thanks you for allowing him to see your body and kisses every inch of your body. his hands are shaky. . he can't mess this up!
thoma finally kneels at the edge of the bed and nuzzles his nose on your cute little panties, the smell of your arousal making him a little lightheaded. if he wasn't whipped for you before, he is now. hehe.
he peels off your panties, tossing them aside. first thing he does is kiss your pubic bone; "thank you, my love." then he kisses the hood of your clit, pulling it back to take an experimental lick at it. once you huff out with a little whine, he knows that this is the spot that he'll focus on.
thoma will slowly trail his tongue down your labia, tasting the arousal. he hums in delight and peeks up at you. he watches your chest rise and fall, skin glistening from the oils. he ignores the throb in his pants, vowing to make you cum before he even thinks about getting off.
thoma will rub circles on your clit softly, slowly inserting a finger with your permission. he wiggles it around, a little lost on where to go. but, he figures that you'll tell him that it doesn't feel good if he asked. so, he gives an experimental thrust of his finger, curling it. when you lift your hips a little, he knows that where his finger is hitting is another place to pay attention to!
thoma will use his mental notes to hit that spot and rub your clit. he's so patient, following any request you have with no complaints. but when you get close, he doesn't change the pace!! he continues until you've creamed on his fingers.
he licks it up and stands with a cheeky grin. "how did i do, my love?"
Aw man, I wanted to be an anon for requesting this but oh well lmao
I really want a one-shot (with plot) of Sub!Thoma × F!MeanDom!Reader where the reader loves teasing him, making him squirm, overstimulating him and watching him cry. Just being an ass to him overall and he enjoys every second of it.
As for the plot; I imagine reader to be a member of the Yashiro commision. She is not a retainer like Thoma, mainly dealing with jobs outside of the estate (such as speaking to merchants, coming to agreements with them as a business woman and organizing/sponsoring events when Ayato orders her team to). She is also older.
The location of the main event would be Ayato's office. As for how they end up getting in that situation, I'll leave that to you. Thoma outright sobbing is an important point though. I want that retainer drowning in his tears/j
All jokes aside, thank you for taking requests, this thing has been plaguing my mind for a while and I just can't stop thinking about it. I hope you have a wonderful week. Have a nice day and dm me if you are confused about anything in my request!
A/N: This one was really fun! Btw, I’m about to enter Inazuma in-game, so I actually don’t know anything about these characters apart from their voice lines, a little research, and fics I’ve read.
Want to skip the lead up? Look for the NSFW sign that marks the smut!
Apologies due
Character: Sub!Thoma // Reader: Dom!Fem
Genre: Smut // CW: Overstim, dacryphilia, mommy kink, puppy play, thigh riding, degradation, impact play, slight hair pulling, jealousy/hate sex (without sex), dubcon?
Plot: Yes // Word count: 4.1k
This past week had been far too busy. With the long-awaited Summer Festival just around the corner, you'd been sent here, there and everywhere to collect everything that was needed, and even things that probably weren't.
You'd often be given the order from Kamisato Ayato, your boss in the Yashiro Commission, to attend business meetings in his stead, and secure official information or deals with the companies that he decided to show a particular interest in. Yesterday, you'd been sent word that you were to collect five large boxes of fireworks from Naganohara Fireworks; a company ran by none other than Yoimiya. While she'd usually like to set them off herself, she compromised during the Summer Festival to allow the Yashiro Commission to set them up in a good vantage point, where everyone in Inazuma will see their vibrant sparks in the skies no matter where they may stand on the land. Of course, she'd stay close at hand in case something went wrong, but with all the tests that they did at the company, followed by the checks that you would perform before taking the boxes, that was hardly a possibility.
Most of the hard work had already been done. Or so you'd thought.
Six hours ago, you'd met up with Yoimiya, discussed the products you'd be taking and how much they'd cost, as well as how she'd be paid, and been well on your merry way within the hour, all with a couple of boxes in tow. Very heavy ones, to be exact, which is why you'd also brought some other Commission members to bear the brunt of the work and carry them to the cart you'd brought. As a worker employed by the Kamisato Clan, you were quite precise in your planning.
Taking them into storage, you soon reread the letter you'd received the day before from the head of the Clan, memorising the meet-up point where you'd be handing them over to none other than Thoma, the Chief Retainer.
Now, you'd never say this in public, for fear of tarnishing your reputation in the streets, or bringing question to your place in the Commission. Because Archons forbid you be jealous of Thoma.
Thoma, who was adored by everyone in Inazuma.
Thoma who was preferred by the master of the Clan, who got to see him more than once a month when he'd let go of his cold business mode.
Thoma, who, despite being your junior in both years and experience, acted as though he could do no wrong, as though he was better than you, more important...
Thoma, who left you standing in the warehouse where you'd been supposed to meet for the entire afternoon, wondering when he'd finally show up; only to realise when it started getting dark, that he likely wouldn't come at all.
Dejected and frustrated, you retired to your lodgings in the warehouse. You'd been given a room there, considering you were the key point for the warehouse to work at all, but seldom stayed there, preferring your own bed in your own home.
Once settled and comfortably in bed, you begin trying to sleep. But you find that you can't, your thoughts running wild on why Thoma didn't show up.
Had he gotten hurt? Surely not. He was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.
"Psh..." you scoff, shaking the thought from your head. Why should you care about him, anyway? You'd undoubtedly get in trouble for delivering the order late, as usual.
The only logical answer you could come up with was that Thoma had probably forgotten that he was supposed to meet up with you. Again.
Just another thing that you held against him. He always forgot when he had to meet up with you, and you'd always get the blame the next day. Because of course sweet, precious Thoma couldn't make a mistake. Of course Thoma, Ayato's favourite housekeeper, couldn't ever be in the wrong. It just had to be Y/N.
Even though, when this did happen, Thoma would always try to take the blame, as he should in your eyes and his, it rarely accumulated to anything in your favour. The higher ups always found a way to pin the blame on you.
Sighing in defeat, you dispel the thought from your mind, trying not to fall into the dark spiral of jealousy and contempt that you held for the housekeeper despite his sunny disposition. You'd deal with it in the morning.
...
The next morning, a letter came, stamped "URGENT" in big red letters on the front, right under your name.
Of course. Just as you'd expected.
Tearing open the envelope, you retrieve the folded paper from inside and begin reading its contents.
"Miss Y/N,
It has come to my attention that, going against your previous orders, the 5 boxes of fireworks that you have been assigned to gather from Naganohara Fireworks have not been delivered to the estate as required.
With the Summer Festival not even two whole weeks away, we in the Yashiro Commission really must all do our part to bring preparations to a close with as much time remaining as possible. Because of your inability to follow instructions, that plan is now at risk.
I ask that you come to the estate before noon, with the firework boxes, and attend a meeting with me in my office.
Signed, Kamisato Ayato."
Putting the paper down on your bed, you raise a hand to cover your eyes with a deep sigh. "Today is really not the day for this..." you mumble.
So much for the weekend being a holiday... you don't even get your Saturday off.
...
Once again, your morning would prove to be quite hectic, to say the least.
After taking a quick nap to come to terms with the fact that you'd been called to the estate for yet another misdemeanour to add onto the list of your past wrongdoings, you actually begin getting ready.
Your "mistakes", as Ayato often referred to them as, were starting to pile up quite high. Really, you were starting to wonder how you hadn't been fired yet, regardless of how not many of them had even been your fault. It didn't say so on your record.
After getting ready and making yourself presentable, you prepare yourself to face what will probably be the worst day of your month so far; being reprimanded by Kamisato Ayato (once again) and having to apologise to Thoma. Even though it wasn't your fault.
Steeling yourself to face the day, you head out of the warehouse, boxes still on the cart behind you, and begin your journey to the Kamisato estate. At least it's not far...
But that just makes it worse that Thoma hadn't showed up.
...
Walking through the corridors of the estate, after being granted permission to enter by a preoccupied member of staff, you make your way straight to Ayato's office. Having already been well acquainted with the building after attending multiple meetings in his office, it was a good thing you knew where you were going. The hurried and near-frantic movements of the staff of the house quickly conveyed that they wouldn't be of any help. Had they even noticed your arrival?
You knock on the closed door with a resounding thud, an answering, "Come in." sounding from the other side. So, you do.
Pushing the door open, you instantly meet eyes with your boss, Kamisato Ayato. Safe to say, he didn't look far too happy with you.
"You asked of me, Sir?" You questioned, though it wasn't a question at all. You knew why you'd been called. After all, it said as much in the letter.
You almost take a step forward into the room, but catch yourself just before you start moving, deciding that it'd be more respectful (and therefore easier to get out of trouble) if you pretended to be nervous.
He seems pleased. "Indeed. Please take a seat." He gestures vaguely at the chair on the opposite side of his desk, looking back to the paperwork in front of him.
You do as he has told, and wait for him to start talking, but it never arrives.
After almost two whole minutes full of incredibly awkward silence and looking aimlessly around the room for something to take the edge off, you eventually give in.
"I- uhm..." Your voice quietens after the first syllable, daunted by how loud it sounds in the silence, "I left the boxes outside, Sir. I believe some of your house staff took them into a storage room for further inspection."
He still hadn't looked at you or shown any interest, leading you to begin fumbling with your hands, becoming more anxious the longer he ignored you.
"I checked them myself last night, they're all in good condition and Yoimiya accepted the payme-"
"-That's enough." He puts his pen down with all the grace that he usually possesses, but something about the action betrays his annoyance.
"I don't wish to talk business right now, Y/N. You have caused a great deal of distress in the estate through all of today and yesterday. Please tell me, what is your excuse this time?"
Your mouth drops open slightly in surprise. He made it sound as though you did this on purpose!
"B-but Sir, I didn't do anything!"
"And therein lies the problem, Miss Y/N. You didn't do anything." Now, his eyes refuse to leave yours, and you almost wish time would go back to a few minutes beforehand, to when he hadn't been looking at you at all.
He was trying to intimidate you, you realised, trying to make you admit defeat and take the blame. And you know what?
It was almost working.
"I did as I was told. I waited until late last night, but Thoma didn't show." At this point, your voice had taken on an accusatory undertone.
You hadn't done anything wrong! Not this time, not the last, and not any of the times before that. You were getting tired of the blame always being put on your shoulders. It was Thoma's fault. Not yours.
"... You're blaming Thoma? After all the work he does in the estate, and all the help he has been when preparing and organising these festivals, you dare to shove the fault onto him?"
He stares directly at you, his gaze barely any different than usual, but there's a barely restrained fire melting that icy cold gaze. "The Summer Festival is soon, Miss Y/N, very soon. Each and every moment of the lead up is of great impertinence. I'd have thought you would at least have taken your responsibility into account for just this once."
You're left speechless, unable to comprehend just how easily Ayato had completely swept your concern under the metaphorical rug.
At your lack of response, he leans forward on the desk, hands clasping together and fingers intertwining.
"Nothing to say for yourself?"
Another few more seconds of silence, awkward once again. The still room was deafening.
"... Well then. I have a very important meeting soon, much more important than this one." He stands up from his chair, paying no mind to you as you sit there in a confused daze. As he starts walking towards the door, you push your chair out to follow him, but before you can even lift yourself up, he halts you.
"Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you're going? Have you been excused?"
"W-well no, but-"
"Then you shall stay put." He turns to you with a taunting smile lifting his features, the anger in his voice finally evening out, " besides, I do believe you have an apology to make to Thoma, hmm?"
"An apology?! I'm not-"
"Oh hush. I'll send him in soon, so be patient until then, will you? I'm sure you can at least do that much."
Before you can even argue further, he is out the door, the doorframe clattering as it swings shut behind his retreating form.
"Ughh..." you groan and slump back into the chair.
Looks like you have at least twenty minutes to re-evaluate your life choices.
...
'Creak'
The shutting of the door jolted you awake in an instant. Confused and surprised that you'd fallen asleep, you look behind you to see Thoma stood still in the doorway, his hand still connected to the handle.
"Sorry..." a hand comes up in half a wave and half a placating manner, and the other goes to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.
Being woken up doesn't particularly leave you in too good of a mood, especially not when this is who you have to deal with.
You glare at him and respond with a gruff hum, turning back around to look straight ahead of you, when an idea comes to mind.
"I... I really am sorry about yesterday. Hahah..." His soft voice gives away his turmoil, but when this matter occurs constantly, should you really have to forgive him every time? Your foot begins tapping against the floor as you bite your lip, considering your options while he continues to talk behind you.
"There's just so much going on, what with the Festival only being a couple of weeks away from now. I had too much work piled up and I couldn't send anyone else because they were all-" His words are interrupted as you stand up from the chair, mind set, and walk around to the other side of the desk.
"H-hey, Y/N, what are you doing? They're Lord Ayato's personal documents, you can't read those!"
Ignoring him, you take your place in the chair and push away from the desk slightly, facing directly at Thoma's worried face as if daring him to stop you.
"I'm growing tired of these games, Thoma. Don't you think you deserve a punishment for causing me so many problems and making me take the blame for your mistakes?"
"There is no game! I promise I don't mean to, Y/N, I just-"
"-Just what, Thoma? Can't learn how to prioritise your own work? Can't ask someone else for help? Can't say fucking 'no' to anyone?!" Your voice raises to a near shout, making him flinch and take a step back. But this only makes you angrier.
Taking a deep breath, you take control of your emotions before they get out of hand. Instead of standing up and just slapping him right across the face like you so want to do right now, you cross your legs and pat your hand against the one that's left raised.
"Sit down, Thoma. You're going to make it up to me. Right now."
"I-" He gives up on complaining with just a raise of your eyebrow. He looks back at the door for a split second, but his curiosity ultimately wins over, and he turns back to you.
The tension between the two of you had been steadily rising as of late. There'd always been a certain attraction, but with the difference in your job roles, there was little time to see each other outside of work. And the recent arguments hadn't done much good, either.
Without even so much as a few seconds to think, his leg swings over yours as he lowers himself down onto your lap, though he still looks unsure, even with his cheeks heating. "I don't think... we should be doing this here... I mean- we definitely shouldn't! Lord Ayato would-"
You place a hand over his mouth, silencing him as his eyes go wide.
"He isn't here right now, is he? Just pay attention to me." Your deft hand slides down, releasing his lips to take hold of his throat with a threatening squeeze, to which he gulps nervously as his eyes flicker down to your wrist, fighting the urge to pull your hand away. "Besides..." He eyes hesitantly lift up to meet your dark gaze. "This is a meeting room, no? We're simply coming to an agreement of our own."
He whimpers at that, his lips falling open when your other hand that was hidden from him took a tight grip on his hip. Pushing him down onto your lap, his half-hard bulge drags against your thigh.
"Ohh-... Y/N, what should I-?"
"You're going to get yourself off on my thigh like a good little puppy."
With a tilt of his head, he lets out a questioning hum, "Puppy?" Without another prompt, he starts doing as you said, his hips sliding over your thigh over and over again.
"Archons, you really are like a dog." You reach out and take hold of the chain around his neck, pulling it taut against his skin until it digs in, providing a pleasant sting. His eyebrows crease, fighting the urge to talk back. "Even came with these dog tags. It's like you're begging to be treated like a filthy mutt."
With your hold on the metal, you pull him forward into a forceful kiss, your teeth knocking together as he lets out a moan at the sting of the sharp edges pricking his soft lips.
He barely responds to your kiss, focusing more on keeping his hips moving as he chases the pleasure. Just when he starts to reciprocate, his tongue gliding against and following your own as it retreats back into your mouth, he is pulled back by your harsh grip on the hair at the base of his neck.
He yelps as he's torn away from you, his body stiffening as he tries to reach back and lessen the burden of your fingers. You release him so that he has no choice but to drop back down into your lap. Hard.
"Aaghn-! Y/N~"
A swift slap echoes through the room, his face snapping to the side as a dark red blooms across his cheek.
Before he even gets a chance to react, the hand that had just hit him pulls him to face you again, smoothing over the burning mark as if to comfort what you had just caused.
"When I own you like this, I'm your mommy. Got it? I don't want to hear my name coming out of your disgusting mouth."
His bottom lip wobbles as crystalline tears gather in his eyes, but he doesn't quite let them drop. He sniffles, voice crackling when he responds, "Y-Yes, mommy..."
Rather than giving him a reward, you push him further.
Hand still cradling his burning cheek, your nails dig into the tender flesh, resurfacing the pain which had only just numbed. Thoma has no other choice than to take it, his hands tightly grasping his own knees, allowing you access to do anything you want with his pliant body. Though, his voice betrays his loyalty, a small cry being dislodged from his throat.
"Continue."
He doesn't wait for even a second, his hips bucking against your thigh faster than before as he evens out the pain you're giving him with the pleasure.
Lessening the pressure on his cheek, you lean against the back of the chair, taking in the scene he makes in front of you.
Clothes rumpled and sticking to the sweat coating his body, dick shamefully hard, the outline clear to see pressing against the fabric of his pants. Hair tousled from your earlier grip, eyes half closed and glinting in the light of the room with the hint of unshed tears. He truly was a sight to see.
And as much as you hate to admit it, you'd certainly like to see him like this more often.
Maybe, if this is the reward you got for dealing with the unfair favouritism from the head of the Clan, it wouldn't be so hard to endure...
But just thinking that makes you angrier than before. You shouldn't have to settle.
"Awww~ look at you, humping your owner's thigh like a desperate, little puppy... are you really that needy that you don't care about ruining mommy's clothes?"
Before you can continue, he lets out an unfiltered moan, the loud noise startling the both of you. His hips jerk sporadically before slowing to a stop, his breaths coming out in uneven pants.
"...Hah... Did you really just cum from that, you dirty mutt?"
And when you look at the tent between his legs, a dark patch of his cum seeps into his pants, the wetness unmistakable in the clear lighting of the room.
His sniffles return louder this time, and when you look back up at his face, you see exactly what you'd been hoping for:
Tears, sliding down his flushed cheeks with no end in sight. They just wouldn't stop.
"I-I'm sorry, mommy... I couldn't h-hold it back..." He can barely even speak, voice cutting off as he fights through the tightening of his throat to push out the words he knows you want to hear.
Not that they'd do him any good, anyway.
You tightly grip his softening dick through his pants, his cum soaking through to your skin, coating your palm with a sticky sheen.
He tenses up and hisses in pain through clenched teeth, his face scrunching up as he loses control of his reactions.
"You're so greedy. Didn't even ask for permission, you always just take what you want, don't you, dog?"
"No! I'm sorry, m-mommy, so sorry, please!"
A tear drips down his throat, and you watch as it smudges and soaks into the collar of his jacket.
"Shut up."
Digging your fingers into his hips, you force him to continue moving on your lap, his clothed cock grinding against your leg and leaving behind a line of slick on your own clothing.
"Ah, wait- wait! I just came~ Please not yet, mommy, not yet!"
He scrambles to dislodge your hold, his legs kicking out a bit to your side as his hands come down to grip your shoulders for stability. He's shaking from overstimulation as you push him down onto your thigh, tensing your leg intermittently to provide more stimulation than he can handle.
In what he assumes to be mercy, you remove your hands from him, leaving him to slow his movements on his own after he keeps moving for a few seconds before realising that you weren't holding onto him anymore.
When he stops completely, a hard smack to his thigh makes him jolt forward with a startled sob, his tongue feeling heavy and vision blurry as he cries out continuously.
"Keep going. I didn't tell you to stop."
"Can't, I can't! It's too much, please don't make me, it's too good~!"
And yet, despite his begging and whining, his thrusting starts up again without you doing a thing. The continuous grinding against your leg was starting to ache, the rough material of Thoma's pants beginning to take their toll on your skin. But the sight of him, knowing that you'd finally one-upped him, that you'd reduced him to this mess... Well. That made it all worth it.
It seems that the restriction of his clothing was beginning to bother him, too.
He starts begging to take off his pants when the texture gets too rough on his sensitive dick. The constant dragging and the damp feeling of his ruined underwear rubbing on the tip of his leaking cock providing too much painful stimulation.
Of course, you don't let him, wanting to see him shift and tremble as his overwhelmed cock twitches with each shove back and forth.
The shocks of his first orgasm hadn't been given a chance to wear off, pushing him further and further towards his next before he could even think to warn you- before he could even try to hold it back.
And, with another loud moan that tapers off into overwhelmed hums and panting breaths, he cums harder than ever before.
This time, it takes longer for him to recover, coming to only a couple minutes later when the uncomfortable feeling of his tears drying and leaving tracks on his face tempt him to refocus. He's grateful for the short break you'd given him after cumming again so quickly, gasping puffs of air as he mumbled, "Thank you, mommy, thank you..." over and over again.
Though the reprieve was short lived.
"Oh, puppy, you didn't think we were done, did you? You've always been so selfish towards me, making me take all the blame..."
You push him to start moving again, his own begging and crying going unheard in his own ears. Tears once again fall from his barely-open eyes and follow the paths the previous ones had made.
"Why don't you take some more?"
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