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chil2de · 2 years

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𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — sakusa kiyoomi.

no. the msby manager and sakusa kiyoomi are not dating. there is no correlation between you and the crimson scratches that adorn his back.

a/n: first proper omi piece hope he sounds hot tbh. i love writing him as a jackass :^)

tags: secret relationships / dating, voyeurism, public sex wheyyy, fucking in the locker room cause we’re hot like that, kiyoomi is a prick, degradation, slight size kink, underwear stuffing lmfao, cockwarming kinda, hickeys / love bites + marking in general, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, slight thigh riding, almost getting caught fucking lmao, choking, creampies

w.c: prob about 1.4k

edit: THE ENDING IS NOT IMPLIED CHEATING LMFAOOOO

Sakusa Kiyoomi is tired.

It’s evident in the way he handles you. It’s evident in the way his eyelids flutter shut, brows screwing and a strained moan spills out of him when your pussy clamps down onto his cock. It’s because it is wholly your duty, as the MSBY manager, to ensure that the players are at their best. It so just turns out that you’ve managed to find a soft spot for Sakusa.

To the public and to the press most certainly, it’s ‘Just my manager. Nothing more, nothing less.’ You’ve heard thousands, though that could be considered a gross understatement, of the sheer amount of rumours. Questions. Photographs. Videos, even. Each and every single one of them have been shut down.

You and Sakusa Kiyoomi are not dating. There is no way around it. There is no concrete proof, either.

“When you beg me for my cock like that? It’s embarrassing.” Sakusa seethes, corner of his lip threatening to curl into a smirk because it is just so, so amusing to him. How wet and fucking desperate his sweet little manager gets for him.

“Are you cockhungry? Because I don’t get it. I fucked you just this morning, and you wanna go again? Sheesh. Trying to make me late for work or what?” Sakusa inquires, eyebrow curled up in contempt and his middle finger eases back into your cunt, swallowing him in so so easily. Sakusa’s tongue is nothing short of rude and blunt, his words slicked over in condescension as per usual. His digit gets absorbed into your plush, gummy walls and your pussy sucks him in down to the knuckle.

“Aren’t you worried that people will be suspicious? If we’re both late?”

You and Sakusa Kiyoomi are most certainly not dating. Sakusa Kiyoomi isn’t in love with you. He laughed outright at the idea when a reporter came up to him, straight up pulled his mask down and laughed into the microphone.

“I’m not interested in women like her. She’s too disobedient and bratty for my tastes.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi likes his women the same way he likes his private affairs, quiet and respectful. Wants a woman that’ll listen to him, and he’ll listen to her. Everything comes full circle in the end, and everyone’s happy.

That’s why Sakusa loathes reasoning with you. When you whimper and scream around his cock, begging him to fuck you more, that you really really do ‘Need him, so so bad’. And all he’ll ever respond with is, “No, you don’t. You don’t need me to function. You just want my cock.”

And that’s why you loathe reasoning with him. When he gets antsy, desperate for your touch— to feel the slick of your warm cunt around his shaft, and he just can’t wait to get home and pound all his frustrations into you. Whenever sometimes he’s almost off the rails, sanity and his pride hanging in the balance and Sakusa’s about to risk it all— put your months of a secret relationship under jeopardy because he’s too horny.

It’s happened once, and it’ll happen again. After a late night match when most of the crowd had gone home, and very few reporters happened to be buzzing around the place. The other team were just about getting ready to leave and go home, but the MSBY wouldn’t be the MSBY if it weren’t for two certain energetic opposite hitters that were on for extra practice. Hence, no one really batted an eye at you taking a seat on Sakusa’s lap. You’ve done it a few times before, balanced out the equation by begrudgingly sitting on Atsumu’s and Hinata’s lap, too. Sakusa was quick to give you an earful about that once you two got home, of course in the form of making you cry and squirm around his thick cock.

Sakusa’s digits trained themselves on the hem of your skirt, his solid and heavy torso aligned with your vertebrae perfectly. You remember swatting his prying digits away, scoffing and digging your boot into his leg so that he’d stop screwing around.

“Get off me, then.” Sakusa murmured with a small scoff, tearing his face away from your neck and summoning all his courage to not kiss it.

“No. Contrary to your shitty personality, you make for a great seat.” You retorted, shifting your bare cunt around Sakusa’s thighs. You whimpered and gasped a little when you managed to seat yourself so that your clit hugged his toned leg just right.

“Last time I checked, people usually sit on seats with their underwear still on. Did you forget to wear yours this morning?” Sakusa monotoned, bouncing his right leg up and down and grinding his muscle into your clit. The fabric of his shorts rode up, leaving your wet slick staining and smearing against Sakusa’s bare thigh. His hands dug into your waist cruelly, fingertips crushing and he bit back a choked groan.

“My underwear is in my bag, Omi.” You choked out thickly, swallowing the knot in your throat. When you tried to straighten yourself to alleviate the pressure that Sakusa kept steadily applying to your clit— he just seized your lower half and pulled you back down. You were forced to endure the teasing, that apparently he was teaching you a lesson because you knew better than to try to screw him in front of his team mates.

It didn’t seem to be a very long lived lesson, because he ended up shifting his track jacket off— placing it over your lap and pulling it around so that no one would be able to see that his shorts were partially off; dick stuck out and sheathed inside your warm cunt. Though, to prove a point, he stated that he wouldn’t finish fucking you if you even tried as much as bouncing yourself off his dick. Proved to be effective, because you were quietly sobbing the entire time for him, complaining about how sore and wide your cunt felt in a bittersweet sensation.

So far, Sakusa’s fought his demons valiantly, time after time. The amount of days he could count where Atsumu was trying to rub you the wrong way with his awful dialect and shitty jokes. You’re civilised and a nice human being, not like Sakusa who would just tell his teammate to shut up. You will never understand his ache, the pure and unadulterated desire that Sakusa withheld where he just wanted to pick you up by the collar of your shirt and smash his lips onto yours.

It’s in the way Sakusa’s fans will peer up at him with their big doe-eyed gazes, orbs glossing over in appreciation and glorifying him as some sort of deity— looking at him as though they cannot and will not try to see anything greater. It pisses him off, scowl thick under his surgical mask because all he can do is nod nonchalantly, sometimes not speaking at all, and his dark eyes bore into your frame in the distance. You offer him an apologetic smile but he dismisses it with an eye roll, because what good will that do him?

What good will it do him when he’s currently leaned against the dripping wet shower tiles, head tilted back and eyes screwed painfully shut? When his cock is balls deep inside you, your eyes wide and his palms stuffed into your mouth because you can’t whimper, let alone make a singular sound?

God. The absolute fucking horror. Sakusa was so sure that everyone on his team had gone home, and here come Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto— all screeching and laughing in the changing rooms. The worst offenders of them all, and the best part is that the raven-hair has to physically lift you up and keep you just a little bit off the ground. Why? Because of whatever corporate demon that decided to design the lockers with a) a joint shower and b) stalls that didn’t reach all the way down.

Sakusa can lie about the peeking hickey that threatens to jump out of the line of his shirt, say that he slept weird or that he just ‘bruises easily’ and no one will bat an eye. But when there’s another pair of feet in a shower stall? There’s not much that’s up for debate.

But you can see the conflict in Sakusa’s gaze. His heavy, clouded gaze and his eyebrows are knit— lips downturned into a small frown of thought. He’s thinking, analysing the best way to get out of this. Truth be told, he doesn’t see much difficulty in supporting your weight. It’s nothing to him, and the thought alone makes you flutter around his cock. In response to your walls tightening, he screws his face at you as though to scold you for abruptly ruining his concentration. And yet? He slowly, very slowly, pulls himself out until only his tip kisses the entrance of your cock before slamming in. The loud and obscure slap of his balls leaves both of you wincing, but there’s no indication from the rest of the team to signify that they heard.

So maybe. Maybe he should think of a way to get out of this, but every single lingering second of his eyes scanning your body lead to tantalising and mischievous thoughts that plant into his brain.

You’re so distracting to Sakusa. Every fibre of your being oozes of an emotion that he can’t quite put a word on. You’re eye candy to him, with the way your legs tangle at his waist, arms interlocked and straddling him around the neck. It’s the way you bat your pretty lashes at him, head slightly tilted in curiosity and you’re trying to figure him out. Sakusa loves when you do that, as though you could ever comprehend what he’s thinking inside his brain.

He knows you’re impatient, he’d be stupid not to realise with the way you keep angling and grinding the base of your hips against his cock. Attempting to rut his shaft and drag him around your walls, since you can’t really bounce with half your back propped up and resting against the stall door. Sakusa’s earlier point of you being a disobedient brat kicks in when you start biting down onto his digits, brows creased and you pant around him. It’s like you want to get caught.

Sakusa’s free hand flies to your throat, thudding your head against the door with a small bang. And fuck, your wet pussy clenches around him like a vice. You’re so filthy for him, always have been. He wants to tell you that, but he can’t.

“‘S that Omi? Ya okay in there, dude?” Atsumu calls out, rounding the corner and his tone’s thick with concern.

“I’m fine. Go away.” Sakusa barks, tone vicious and leaving no room for remorse. The last thing Sakusa wants is Atsumu on the other side of the same door where he’s fucking into his own god damn girlfriend.

“‘Kay well fuck ya too then. Was just tryin’ to be nice.”

“Good for you.”

“Yea! It is good for me, ‘cos I’m a decent human being. Ain’t all moody n depressed like you are.”

“Just fuck off, Miya.”

“Yeah, okay.” Atsumu murmurs, dejected. “‘S fine. Omi’s on his man period again. Nuthin unusual.”

So maybe from your past experiences you’d learn, learn that you two really should just wait until you get home.

But that doesn’t stop either of you, why would it?

Doesn’t stop Sakusa from stuffing your soaked, damp panties into your mouth cause you’re babbling like a little bitch whenever you’re fucked with your legs bent up. You can both hear the deafening screeches of volleyball shoes kicking against laminated floors outside, but here you are. Crying and sniffling, puffy and abused cunt filled wide to the brim with Sakusa’s dick— his warm cum trailing down the sides of his shaft and pooling in excess onto the bench below.

Sakusa Kiyoomi is not dating you, but maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll finally throw in the towel and say he doesn’t give a shit about the press.

That’s how you find yourself, back of his car and you feel the crisp metal of Sakusa’s wedding ring glide against your swollen clit.

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chil2de · 2 years

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𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 — gorou.

— some nsfw hcs and a.... nsfw piece. of course.

— a/n: yup. quick post because i’m here to tell you why shiba boy is the best and u will listen to me. u are being hypnotised. stan gorou.

— tags: unprotected sex, breeding kinks, overstim, degradation, possessive gorou, pet name ‘puppy’ tho it’s used as mockery, dacryphilia, mentions of praise kinks n shit, love bites, mentions of choking, slight humiliation but nothing too extreme, semi-public / public sex

— POSSESSIVE. he is literally half dog???? hello?

— look at me. look me in the fucking eyes and tell me this man does not have a breeding kink. i dare you. no, come on. say it.

— oh you can’t? well guess what? it’s cause gorou just loves watching his cum spill out of you.

— service top but also a switch. say it louder for the people in the back.

— i could go into heavy detail ab how much gorou hates cockwarming. he thinks it’s the stupidest thing ever bc he’s impatient. i don’t think he can handle being teased LMFAO he will straight up just tell u to sit on his cock already.

— i feel like ….. gorou accidentally gives u bruises all over your body. he just gets so excited halfway through sex he can’t contain himself and it’s just? a show of his sheer strength? i think we are all forgetting that he is THE resistance general? he’s not gonna be weak despite having such a petite frame? (literally look at xiao lmao what)

— very needy. he told me so himself. i think gorou’s the type to creep up on you and start kissing ur neck in broad daylight, tail wagging and shit :( then he’s just. “what’s up? are you feeling unwell?” as though he is not trying to dick u down in an alleyway🤨.

— praise kink……. you will call him “my good boy” and just. wow. the switch in his demeanour is crazy. eyebrows knit and he fuckin whimpers like a little bitch because wow.

— he likes being choked. that is it. end of discussion. no i will not be taking any questions but feel free to elaborate.

— makeout sessions forever ruined bc gorou can’t keep his dick in his pants </3 can u imagine being able to fluster a damned resistance general. ?? why is nobody talking about how hot that is?

— ..what if ur the bad guy n ur whole army and shit are fighting gorou but….. behind closed doors you’re making his eyes roll into the back of his head?? he’s secretly meeting up w you just to rearrange your guts?

Gorou supposes there’s probably nothing worse for him to witness than the events that occurred this morning. There isn’t a single thing that he can think of that was more demeaning and downright humiliating.

Arataki Itto. Flirting with you.

One would have to be a fucking idiot to not know that you belong to the resistance general. You’re practically glued to his hip first and foremost, and if that weren’t enough? You literally have Gorou’s scent on you, every hour of the waking day. It’s the way you batted your pretty lashes up at Itto, humouring his idiosyncratic behaviour as though you actually gave a damn about what he was saying.

And the best part of it all? When Gorou speed walked to your aid, attempting to grab you out of the conversation before things got any more awkward and tense? You really hit Gorou, of all people, with the “Relax! We’re just talking, puppy.”

You certainly didn’t benefit Gorou’s case when his ears flattened as his face screwed, signature pout adorning his lips. And Itto, of course, instead of holding his laugh decided to just cackle outright at the pet name.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Gorou hums pleasantly, lilt evident as he glances at your pathetic state. You attempt to garble out something, but to no avail. Gorou hums in mock sympathy, hovering over your warm and sticky body to swipe up some of your excess drool. He dips his thumb back into your mouth, pulling down to reveal the start of your bottom teeth.

“Nope. Still can’t hear you. Try again for me?” He sneers, tone condescending. Gorou abruptly slams his cock right against your g-spot, tearing out his length before slamming back in to bottom out again. Your body jolts, pins and needles licking you from head to toe at how his blunt tip drags against your warm walls. It’s not like you could have answered regardless.

“Come on, puppy. Your sweet general doesn’t have all day, you know.” Gorou coaxes you once more, effortlessly curling your knees into your chest as he holds you into a mating press. He aims for your neck, leaning in as his lips attach to abuse your soft skin. Gorou’s trailed his love bites all over your body as though you’re a canvas. His canvas. You’re the general’s personal cocksleeve.

His soft hair and ears tickle you, piling onto your load of hypersensitivity. Your dainty wrists claw as you meekly try to grab ahold of Gorou’s clothes, wishing he’d finally take all of them off. Gorou’s cock has got you stirred up to the point where you can officially no longer form sentences.

“Aw. You’re crying? ‘S it cause my cock’s so big? You’ll be okay.” Gorou peppers a wet kiss to your forehead, deep voice thrumming in his throat as he chuckles. You’re sobbing fat tears because it’s humiliating. You are the only one who’s stark naked, hanging on by a non existent thread when your only salvation is half of Gorou’s smooth and toned torso peeking out at you. The general really does have his next shift to go to, yet he couldn’t help but at least try to fuck you straight in one of the storage warehouses. Every time you hear the impeding footsteps, Gorou only seems to grow more frustrated and pound into you with more fervour as though to drown out the excess static.

In the end, it’s an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. You humiliated the general, so he’ll get you back just as much.

reblog or i WILL punch you.

ATSUWH0RES 2021.

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chil2de · 2 years

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𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 — kaeya, diluc, childe, thoma.

be an insufferable brat in your own time, piss off whoever you want with your idiosyncrasies as an obvious ploy for cock. just maybe don’t do it in front of them? they really do know better.

a/n: mhm. go ahead n act surprised like no one was expecting me to write for genshin after verbally gushing ab thoma for days. kudos to my beta readers, u guys r the best<333 also. wanted to include xiao but i’m only adv rnk 25 lmaooaoao i know nothing abt that man.

tags: size kink + reader is mentioned to be small / petite in frame, degradation + use of ‘whore’, spanking, slight dumbification, if you squint really very hard thoma’s has a tinge of sadism in it, use of pet names (sweetheart, angel, princess), absolute default and a must of childe using ‘girlie’, unprotected sex, mentions of blowjobs, pussy playing, dacryphilia, ruined orgasms, objectification in childe’s + reader being called a toy.

w.c: ~1.8k

— ## kaeya !!

straight up will not hesitate to put you in your place. he’s seen it all before and kaeya knows exactly what you’re attempting to draw out of him.

will probably effortlessly sweep you up off of your feet and proceed to carry you over his shoulder like a fucking sack of potatoes. you don’t weigh anything to kaeya, and he sure as hell is about to prove how much more stronger and dominant he is compared to your dainty little figure.

“No way. You didn’t actually think that would work, did you?” Kaeya jeers in that same arrogant, breathy tone that he always speaks in. Like there’s more that begs to be said, an underlying message or perhaps simple outright mockery. It’s tantalising, and he brings your nerves right on edge with the way his cold lips ghost the shell of your ear.

“Giving me the silent treatment? Of all people? Gotta say, this has to be your worst venture yet.” He murmurs and you can hear the smile heavy on him, even if you can’t physically see him. Kaeya’s got his hard chest nestled against your back, his legs caging you in at either sides whilst his dominant hand toys with your pussy. His long, bony and icy digits torturously tease your clit— brushing and touching your vulva ever so slightly. It makes the arousal in your lower abdomen soar, dull ache and those familiar butterflies come at an all time high because you need Kaeya to touch you.

“So tell me. Was it worth the price? Ignoring your precious captain all day?” Kaeya inquires, resting his jaw onto your shoulder. You assume he’s just going to relax there, but the devil on his shoulder coaxes Kaeya into gathering your shirt aside so that he can begin to suck and paint love bites onto your skin. You shake your head somewhat, still adamant that you’re not going to speak to him.

“No? Oh it wasn’t? Huh. So why’d you do it, angel? Were you perhaps.. bored? Did you want to pry a reaction out of me? That’s certainly sweet of you.”

“Little bit obsessive, might I add, but I won’t dive into that just yet. As for you? Wonder what we’ll do with you.” Kaeya adds nonchalantly before his hands roam and traverse up the thin fabric of your shirt, seizing your breasts and he cups his palms around the soft tissue promptly before pinching your nipples. You yelp in discomfort, perplexed at the foreign sensation and whether you enjoy the hint of pain or not.

“If you wanted to be dicked down, you could have just told me so. But the way things stand right now? Maybe you don’t deserve my cock at all.”

— ## diluc !!

hella impatient lmfaoo. genuinely doesn’t understand your cognitive functions. if you want to be dicked down, why don’t you just ask him?

like damn. thinks you two regressed in ur relationship n for a hot minute he thinks he said smth to piss you off. cause how else do you go from cryin and babbling around his cock the night prior to whatever bullshit you’re subjecting him to now?

“Are you ready to—“ Diluc halts himself in the frame of your bedroom, jacket trailing behind him and he’s at a complete loss for words.

“—You’re wearing that?” He inquires conspicuously, face scrunched into an emotion he can’t quite put a word on. It’s the skimpiest and shortest skirt he’d ever seen on you, and Diluc can’t even begin to fucking imagine how you got hold of such a travesty. There sure as hell aren’t any vendors selling such despicable atrocities in Monstadt, so where and how do you get off parading around with your entire ass practically hanging out?

“Well. Clearly I am. It’s on my legs, is it not?” You snap back at him through the reflection of your mirror, watching the way his face contorts and screws into morbid appaul.

“It’s inappropriate.” Diluc clears his throat, yet his gaze continues to meander towards the soft curve of where the plush of your thighs meet the dip of your ass.

“So stop staring, pervert.”

“If you didn’t want me to stare, you wouldn’t have worn this outfit. Stop acting like a victim and sit down.” Diluc barks, slumping himself onto the edge of your bed and patting his thighs. As he suspected, you’re not gonna listen to him regardless. The redhead manhandles you, flipping you over so that your weight distributes evenly across Diluc’s thighs. His hand flies to cup a fistful of your ass, promptly bunching the muscle up and giving you a small tap before his palm straight up connects with the skin. A loud slap! rings through the air and Diluc’s quick to shove your face into the sheets with his other hand to muffle your mewls.

“Diluc!” You plead, voice wobbly and uneven to your own ears,

“You were asking for it. Don’t look at me. You knew what you were getting into.” Diluc snorts, giving you no heeding before spanking your ass again.

“It’d probably be in your best interest if you kept quiet.” He threatens, adding on the fact that he’ll spank you harder for every time you attempt to thrash out of his control or if your voice gets too loud for his tastes. Besides, Diluc thinks that he much rather prefers the quiet, submissive side of you anyways.

— ## childe !!

number. fucking. one. brat tamer. you cannot convince me otherwise. you don't expect it out of him because he’s such a conniving and teasing little brat towards you that you’re unsure he’s even capable of being serious at times.

but when he makes the switch? ouch. he might just make you cry :/

One minute you’re bouncing your cunt up and down Childe’s cock, threatening to milk him dry with the way your warm walls clamp and grip around him— his breathy whines and strings of garbled, broken pitchy praises spill from between his plush lips effortlessly. Childe’s heads tilted back, jaw slack and his sturdy hands grip onto your ass to aid you in riding him.

But the very next minute? You’re sliding off of him just as fast as you were to sit on his dick initially.

Childe’s eyelids, which were previously blown, snap open and he lolls his head forward to glance at you with furrowed eyebrows and a lopsided smirk. It’s a concoction of half challenge, half grief.

“Fuuuck sakeee. What was that for?” Childe groans, voice scratchy and raw because he was so ready to paint your insides white with ropes of his warm cum. He’d worn down the fibres in his throat purely just chanting your name, how you take him like the “Good fucking whore that you are.”

“You can’t cum, Childe. I’m not gonna let you.” You state and he outright laughs.

“Think you’re so tough now, girlie? Saying I can’t cum? Fuck. You’re adorable. No, genuinely. You make my heart hurt.” Childe snides, egotistic grin laid thickly on him and he only wants to laugh more when you give him your best attempt at fury and impatience. Your cute little quivering lip, the crease in between your brows and how you glare at him through thick lashes.

“You’re so cute.” Childe remarks, once again, in an off handed manner without really thinking twice. He compliments you subconsciously, and this only makes matters worse.

“Stop calling me cute.” You bark at him, except Childe doesn’t waste any time in pulling you back onto his lap, pinning you down and his bruising grip digs into your waist so that you can’t physically get up. His free hand traps one of your ankles anyways, seizing the bone towards his mattress.

“Fine. Beautiful. Pretty. Handsome, even. You do have it all.” Childe muses, hot and sticky lips gluing towards your sensitive neck. Every time you writhe in his grasp, his calloused digits just curl into your flesh further. Every jolt of your hips leads your slicked cunt to slide and rock against his throbbing and hard cock underneath you.

Childe sighs in a breathy, wistful exhale. A small chuckle rips out of him, and you can tell instantly that it derives from the bottom of his chest, not like his other usual lighthearted and quick giggle fits.

“I love when you forget that you’re nothing more than a toy for me to use.”

— ## thoma!!

thoma wants nuthin but the best for you. thoma lets you crawl onto his lap any time of the day, even when he’s about to pass out from exhaustion but it’s okay. he wants you to lazily ride his cock, slide yourself up and down his thick shaft just so that your ceremonious moans can ring throughout his ears.

therefore, he’s lowkey disappointed. and he makes damn well sure you know that. he treats you with such gratuity and you’re just gonna act up in front of him? yikes. talk about ungrateful.

Thoma’s completely awestruck actually, so dumbfounded to the point where he can’t help but gawk at you with his lips agape, hands on his hips and both eyebrows raised in intrigue.

“I’m sorry?” He laughs, tone wheezy and fucking flabbergasted. There’s just no way.

Thoma’s been nothing but patient with you, always nursing you whenever you cry and writhe around his cock— how you complain and babble that ‘’s too big, ah! Too much!’ and he’ll only glance at you through his crinkled smile, cooing and reassuring you that you’ll take him just fine. Thoma will and always has given you the time of day to bury himself between your thighs whenever you’re stressed, aching from all the sheer amount of travelling on foot. Thoma is nothing short of generous, always giving and giving you his all because he wants to. He wants to make you feel good, treat you like the cute spoiled little princess that you are.

That’s why, when he softly reminds you to lay on your back for him, he doesn’t know how to respond when you outright reject him. It’s not even a case of preference because you’d usually be much sweeter towards Thoma about it.

“I said no. I’m not laying on my back. So why don’t you make me?” You retort, planting your stance firm as you nestle your spine up against the headboard.

“You want me to make you lay on your back?” Thoma reiterates, humour lacing his tone and he sounds shrill— almost as though he might burst out in laughter at any moment. In any case, his seemingly baseless mockery only fuels your ego further.

“Isn’t that what it sounds like? Or what? You can’t cause you’re scared you’ll hurt me?” You quip, lips curled devilishly because you just know you struck a nerve. You can see it in the way his smile fades almost immediately, features resetting into an uncharacteristic and stony deadpan. It’s only for a split second before Thoma lights up into a small hum as he effortlessly zeroes in on the rest of the space between you, strong hands seizing your thighs, repositioning and throwing you down onto the mattress with a thud. You try to defend against him, ride this out a little longer but Thoma’s just that much stronger than you.

“See, now. Here’s the thing..” Thoma begins, albeit sheepishly, his fingertips working to straight up rip your underwear off instead of gingerly removing the garment as per usual.

“You never really did fully take my cock in, sweetheart.” Thoma coos, knuckles brushing against the swell of your pretty cheeks. His breath hitches the same time yours does, and he’s in awe and absolute reverence over how fear paints your expression briefly.

Thoma’s digits trail down lazily until they latch against your lip, his thumb pulling down for mere seconds to take a peek at your mouth. He’s debating whether he should ruin your throat with his dick first or not. Then again, if he did choose to fuck you first, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy you struggling and gagging around his shaft nearly as much as he would if he’d made you suck him off first.

“So let’s see how much you’re gonna regret this, yeah?” He hums pleasantly, intentions read like a double-edged sword. His voice is so sweet, yet his thoughts are anything but. Thoma loves the way you gulp, swallowing the knot in your throat. All you’ve ever known is soft, playful Thoma who’s head over heels for you. Sometimes admittedly like a daft little lap dog, so now? When you can physically see in his lime green gaze that he’s going to ruin you and split you apart— how he’ll shove your dick down your throat till you can’t physically bear to breathe? It’s like you unleashed the demon from within him, fuelling his ever growing greed. The thought alone sends goosebumps traversing your skin from head to toe.

“‘Cause I’m not letting you adjust. Just a heads-up.” And there it is again, his threat and a pact of sorts, softened out by his loving nature at the very last second. Thoma’s most definitely going to tame his precious little brat. Soon enough you’ll be the one who’s usually begging for him, not the other way around.

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𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 — thoma.

— 💌: “thoma with a sub that’s usually good all the time but bratty now ok…. but what about thoma with a sub that’s bratty all the time trying their very best to be good for mr thoma ! @~@“

— a/n: yup. yup. million times yes. hard agree that thoma isn’t purely subjected to being a sub. we’re sharing brain cells, anonie. as per usual, thanks to all my betas<3

— tags: pet names (baby, angel, sweetheart), dry humping, blowjobs + throat fucking, sub/dom, sadism if you squint, mentions of choking, voyeurism / public sex, degradation / thoma’s very condescending, size kink, reader mentioned to be small in frame, teasing, general brat!reader dynamics, mention of overstimulation

— w.c: ~2k

Thoma is occasionally snarky. No one expects it out of him because he’s so soft and well spoken, wide grin stretching him ear to ear almost every hour of the day.

When you stack up all of Thoma’s hours working at the inn, dealing with incompetent and unfathomable customers means that he most certainly picked up some handy skills. He knows his social cues; knows how to mask the agitation that threatens to curl his lip and how he’ll often stand around, pretending to be all cheerful and aloof because he swears he’s about to call someone out for littering around the courtyard again.

His threats are sweet, sugarcoated. He sounds contradictory all the time, because the honey-drenched lilt in his voice never leaves, even when he tells you to get on your knees. Thoma always sounds like he’s on the brink of laughter, one wink and a pull from a smile.

Should you manage to successfully push Thoma’s unbridled patience, he’ll always talk down to you in a condescending tone. A tone that begs to be inferred, as though the blonde constantly has to bite his tongue down in order to not let his darkest fantasies slip through. Things like “Aw. You can’t take my cock? Is it too big for you? Guess you’ll just have to make some room!” become commonplace. That’s why instead of telling you to shut up, it’s “Be quiet, baby. You don’t wanna get me all worked up now, do ya?”

This isn’t to say that Thoma is evil, nor sadistic in the slightest. Although, the latter may be debatable. There always does seem to be an unmissable sparkle in his eyes whenever you beg him to choke you. He’s still same old Thoma, smitten puppy boy that everyone adores. It’s just behind closed doors that sometimes, occasionally you’ll manage to push him past the brink.

Thoma does know how to tame someone, but he doesn’t resort to it half the time. He doesn’t need to. Everyone loves him. Everyone’s patient, caring and sweet with their approach.

But you? When you first came around with your jeering attitude and sarcastic remarks? Thoma just knew there and then that he would try to fix you, even if whatever the hell was wrong with you was much funnier.

His tactics, at first, were menial to say the least. Too patient, forgiving. You used and abused that part of him to the point where Thoma couldn’t afford to look like a smitten lap dog running around after you.

But were his tactics rendered completely useless? A waste of time, perhaps?

He ponders the question, glancing down his frame to find you clinging onto his warmth— body glued to his and fingertips intertwined into the plush fabric of his jacket; but before you wouldn’t even dare to stand within two metres of him. When you look up at him with those big, glassy doe eyes of yours and bat your lashes at him, gaze quivering in fascination as you try to figure out his next course of action.

Thoma laughs, grin wide and eyes crinkled.

Why? Because he has most certainly excelled in making you his precious pet.

And besides, it’s not that you hated Thoma when you first met him. In fact, you quite liked his cheerful and extroverted approach. The slight blush in his cheeks whenever he’d run over to say hello to you, the twinkle in his eyes because you made his day just that much better. Hell, even in the middle of taking criticism or requests from customers at the inn— Thoma would find your gaze halfway through the crowd and offer you a laugh with a wave, even if it meant being scolded for losing his attention.

But you wanted to test that. To push how far Thoma’s gratuity and patience would stretch. It was so fun to rile him up, after all. Something about the way he’d pout and his eyebrows would furrow almost comically was so pleasing to look at, to listen to the whiny pitch in his tone. That cute, handsome plea he’d voice because he wanted to spend more time with you.

Inazuma men have always been a different breed. It’s been shouted from the top of Monstadt all the way across to Liyue. You knew this since the start, but you never fully expected Thoma to have such unmatched levels of patience.

Even before you two were official, you’d start out simple— baby steps, like dipping your toes into the cool ocean before the tide encases you in a frenzy of icy sea. You’d throw small fits of discourse at Thoma, stating that you weren’t going to take the shortcut he wanted. That you wouldn’t have dinner with him.

Fine. That’s fine. He’d think, gritting his teeth a little with a strained smile. It wasn’t anything to laugh at, but it didn’t get to him. He’d tire himself out cleaning daily, scrubbing the floorboards with a little bit too much force than necessary every time your bratty habits kicked in. He just wanted to really, truly curl his fist around your throat and watch you shut up. See how much of a little bitch you’d turn into before him, there and then.

And that’s precisely what Thoma done. You straight up ignored him one evening, and that man had never dropped a broomstick so fast in his entire life. Thoma came right behind you, wafting through the crowds and he could hear you laughing at him the entire time. It didn’t take him much energy, nor effort, to seize you by the wrist and slam your entire back into some dingy alleyway— his palm flat against the side of your head and he caged you in.

Thoma’s face hovered dangerously close against yours. You could feel his cool exhales pan and kiss your face, and you basked in every moment. From the way you stole Thoma’s external heat that wafted off of his still-too-warm-after-cleaning state and the misty ribbons of cologne that curled from his clothing. The blonde noted the smile that ornated your features, the way you pressed your lower half against his sturdy thighs. He perked an eyebrow, astounded and a little confused by your behaviour. It took him a second, if even, to understand your ministrations.

That you were fucking with him ever since the start. He’d yet to see the real you, see what you’re like under your well crafted facade of spite and menace.

Thoma couldn’t help but laugh, a giggle ripped out from his chest and he had to straighten himself; practically threatening to keel over because it was just so, so funny.

You played him like a fiddle, took advantage of his generosity in the worst way possible.

He didn’t hate it. Of course he didn’t. Actually, he loved it. Every torturous second. It was different from his usual day to day norms.

But oh, you poor soul. If only you had prepared yourself for the anguish to come. You should have rounded the alley and ran, ran as far as your little legs could carry you. Instead, you were lured in by Thoma’s bright charm.

It’s the way that when he stopped laughing and holding his abdomen for dear life, Thoma’s face grew uncharacteristically ice cold for the most part. His features flashed in challenge, eyebrows cocked and a snarl placed onto his lips.

“Things did just get a whole lot more interesting, don’t ya think?”

Thoma wasn’t as docile as you made him out to be. You would’ve surmised that your little farce with the blonde would’ve ended that very same day in the alleyway— he’d fuck you senseless and maybe you just wouldn’t have a reason to toy with him anymore. You were a brat, after all.

Except, Thoma did anything but that. He grabbed ahold of your small, dainty wrist— cock throbbing in pure agony at how small and fragile you were compared to him. He guided your palm, revelling in how your eyelids dilated when he made you grip his hard dick through the tent in his pants.

“All you, baby. Kinda afraid that you’re gonna have to wait for it, though.”

“Convince me well enough, and I might just fuck you stupid. Sound good?” He hummed from the depths of his throat, green gaze swirling in a concoction of lust and joy. Thoma had every right to be happy, because now he was the one fucking with you.

Your career of being Thoma’s personal brat and resident menace was short lived, to say the least. He made your next few weeks at Inazuma living hell.

Thoma would always make it seem like he would cave in, finally let you know what it would feel like for his thick cock to stretch you wide. He’d linger his touches on you, warm and slender digits squeezing your thighs— curling under your cutesy skirt in broad daylight to cop a feel through the crowds. He’d slick his middle finger against your underwear, humming at how soaked your needy cunt was already.

Thoma would pull you in to whisper nonsensical things into your ear, the things he’d do to you if you were a ‘good bunny’ for him. It didn’t matter how much you pumped your fingers into your pussy, chomping through fibres of clothing to muffle your cries whenever you thought about the first time you felt Thoma’s cock. It didn’t matter how many times you came, his name lingering on the tip of your tongue.

It wasn’t enough. Thoma was driving you crazy, pulling you straight into submission. You melted like putty around him, so desperate and hungry for his cock.

That’s where that leaves you now, situated on Thoma’s lap. Perched underneath a grand Sakura tree, nearby stream of water trickling the atmosphere. Something about this scenario could have been innocent, if it weren’t for the way you kept grinding yourself against Thoma’s clothed cock.

“Please! Thoma! I-I’ve been so good!” You plead thickly, piping hot tears already falling in globs against your skin. They’re more out of frustration, if anything. Thoma’s dick is right underneath your cunt, hard and you need him.

“You’ll be okay! You did start this, sweetheart.” Thoma chirps, one hand soothing circles into your shoulderblade as you desperately attempt to get yourself off by rutting against Thoma.

“I know but— I’m sorry! I won’t do it ever, ever again!” You sob, cries muffled by the fabric of Thoma’s black shirt. He hums in thought, as though to think about what you said, when he’s already made his mind up in reality.

“I don’t know~ Point is, you diiid try fucking around with me in the first place. Don’t you think that’s bad enough?”

You groan again, exasperated and on the very thin verge of feral. You don’t know if it’s because Thoma’s a Pyro user or not, but your entire body heats up twofold. You can feel the white static fuzzing in your mind, haze clouding your coherent thoughts. All you can think about is Thoma. Sweet, innocent Thoma who’s got you pathetic, snot-nosed and reduced all because he won’t let you fuck him.

“Please? I’ll do anything.” You negotiate with Thoma, straightening yourself and whining when you shift off of the comfortable spot that nestles the tip of Thoma’s cock against your cunt.

Thoma hums, repositioning himself so that his spine props up against the tree. He takes a few glances, scanning his environment before promptly breaking out into a small laugh.

“Want you to suck my cock, baby. Think you can do that for me?”

You’re too fucked out to notice the taunt in his tone. It doesn’t matter that you’re chilling by the riverside. You waste absolutely no time in stuffing Thoma’s cock out from between the zipper of his pants. He thinks it’s cute how eager you are, especially when a strand of drool oozes mindlessly from the corner of your lips at the sheer sight of him.

His cock’s so much prettier than you anticipated. You’d stare at the angry pink hues of his tip all day if you could. But you can’t, at least not yet anyway.

Thoma groans when your hands scramble to wrap around his shaft, cock jolting when you come into contact with him. Unsurprisingly, Thoma’s sensitive to the point where every minimal touch might just send him into overdrive. His fingers comb through your hair for support when your lips eventually wrap around his dick.

“Fuuuck. There you go. Nice and easy, okay? Don’t want ya getting sick on me.” Thoma groans, head snapping back but he still manages to follow his gaze down his nose to look at you. He’s engraving the image of his precious little brat so far into his retinas to the point that he’ll see you nestled between his thighs even when he closes his eyes.

“Do you like that? Sucking me off in broad daylight? Wellll~ Can’t say I’m not surprised.” Thoma jeers, last sentence strained and more profanities spill out of him when you start to gain a decent pace of bobbing your head up and down.

“I like it too. Guess we were made for each other.” Thoma grunts, suddenly bundling up fistfuls of your hair before forcing you up and down his cock at his own, brutal pace. Your gags and obscure squelches ring throughout the air, own moans dulled by Thoma’s cock down your throat whilst he uses you as he pleases. He can’t tear his eyes away from you, not with the way you look like a quivering little hare; thighs twitching and your bloodshot, tear stained eyes stare up at him as he fucks your throat relentlessly. Thoma snaps at you to cut it out, that you look too pretty for your own good, but you only continue to look up at him with his cock stretching your gag reflex.

Thoma’s grip transitions into borderline painful and bruising because he can feel his imminent climax swell up from within him. It really doesn’t take long until he’s snapping his hips into place like a vice, eyebrows creased and he has to stuff his fucking jacket into his mouth to prevent his excessive moans from spilling out. Ribbons of his warm cum coat the lining of your throat, and Thoma can say that he’s somewhat proud of himself.

You swallow diligently, opening your mouth up to showcase that you did, in fact, swallow all of it. Thoma hums pleasantly, leaning in to kiss you despite that.

He pats his thigh, giving himself a quick stroke. It leaves Thoma’s entire body jolting, blood in his veins crackling with electricity because he is really about to overstimulate himself just for you.

“Come claim your reward, baby.”

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