What are your thoughts on Tommy x Jonathan? But like plot twist, J doms the shit outta Toms, leaving him a whimpering, crying mess after he’s done with him. He’s so fucking good in bed that at first, Tommy is like super surprised by it because can the freak of Hawkins (the original, he walked with that title so Eddie could run with it) be so good at fucking people??
Tommy is all fucked out and sweaty, and he’s got drool and cum running down his chin, with his pretty freckled face and shoulders flushed red as he latched onto Jon, who’s kissing at his neck and marking him up like his life depends on it.
“Please, Jonathan, keep going. ‘M so close,” Tommy would beg, only to result in Jonathan stopping completely, edging the poor boy beyond comprehension. Tommy’s so far into subspace that he just cries and turns his head to the side, pushing his face in the sweat-damp pillow.
They’ve been doing this for hours, and so when Tommy can finally cum, he nearly blacks out, his orgasm hitting hard as his back arches and he throws his head back. Jonathan watches the scene unfold in front of him with a sly grin, bangs sticking to his forehead as he watches one of the top dogs of Hawkins submit to him, willing to do anything and everything he asked.
He pulls out, cum leaking out of Tommy before Jonathan pushes a plug inside of him, kissing away the salty tears the Hagan boy shed.
“Shhh, it’s okay, puppy. It’s over now… you did so well,” Jonathan praised, standing to grab a warm washcloth before beginning to wipe the boy down as he came down and out of his headspace.
“…good?” Tommy asked drowsily, watching as Jonathan laid down next to him and took him into his arms, smiling and kissing his temple.
“Yes, puppy… you were so good.”
Tommy’s such a good boy for Jonathan, the roles switching on the second they’re alone. He’s so sweet, desperate to please Jonathan and be a good puppy (if u could have heard the way I gasped at that oh my GOD).
Jonathan, who buys Tommy a dog collar from their local pet store, gets his name engraved on the tag and everything, and happily latches it around Tommy’s throat. He tugs on it, just gently, just enough to send Tommy’s brain reeling. Tommy, kneeling on the floor, shifting back and forth as he waits for further instruction.
Jonathan fucks Tommy so well. No matter the pace, no matter the time, Tommy ends up with tears spilling down his freckled face, back arched, and moans falling from his mouth. Frequently, Jonathan will sneak him off to places he can’t be as loud, and Tommy will end up with Jonathan’s hand clamped over his mouth, his eyelashes fluttering as he barrels towards his orgasm.
Tommy’s a whimperer. He likes to talk shit, but the second Jonathan gets going, the only noises that come out are little beat-out moans as he gets father and farther from verbalizing anything.
Jonathan fucking Tommy when Joyce and Will aren’t home, the bed creaking as he moved hard and fast. Tommy, who’s face is pressed into Jonathan’s pillow, has been crying so hard and for so long the sheets have visibly changed color. His hands are tucked safely under his chest, keeping him up but mostly far too weak to do anything. Jonathan holds his hips as he rams into him from behind, grunting as he reaches forward to tug slightly on Tommy’s collar.
“C’mon puppy, you almost there? You wanna finally cum?”
Tommy arches further against Jonathan, sobbing into the pillow. He barely manages to whine a yes! from where some of the blanket has been tucked in his mouth, wet with his spit.
Jonathan grins, and he watches how Tommy starts to tremble, his tell-tale sign, and with incredible amounts of internal effort, starts to slow down. Tommy audibly cries into the pillow as his orgasm slips out of grasp, and Jonathan uses Tommy’s collar to yank the boy out of the pillow and turn them over so Tommy’s laying on his back, his legs opened wide. He sniffles up at Jonathan, face red and blotchy, and eyes red from all his tears. Jonathan leans down and kisses Tommy gently, taking an extra moment to lick a freckled cheek and enjoy the salty taste of tears.
“You’ll get to cum soon, okay puppy?”
A long sniffle, a small nod. Jonathan lined up again.
