oh my god you know what i said about school whacking my butt ?!! ITS GOTTEN SO MUCH WORSE ?!! how am i supposed to fck kaeya if SCHOOL IS FUCKING ME ?!!! (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ. also my genius ass decided to get a part time job just as my assignments week approaches. my intellect really is on a whole new level. still !! thinking abt how i can totally be girlboss to kaeya’s malewife gives me hope everyday. anyways. obligatory what are you doing in college question (only ans if your comfy lol) !! -soup
i need to start thinking like that.. but make kaeya be BOTH of those simultaneously 😍 but wow i hope everything goes smoothly after this week
im studying kinesiology out of complete indecisiveness and didn’t think i would get in,,but here i am & what about you<3 i really hope the work clears up soon for you though
YOU ARE A GENIUS THOUGH!! part time job genius.. i believe in u fr
ive been ok (ish) school is beating my ass but you know what im beating MYSELF off too ? Kaeya Alberich mmmmm loving that cookie monster blue hair looks so good on his head wld look even better in btwn my fingers (as IN me pulling his hair not me pulling off his wig sorry @ kaeya) ‼️‼️‼️‼️ -soup
that makes two of us my class loads are horrendous but i knew it was gonna be good when u started with “you know what i’m beating MYSELF off too”
hair pulling + kaeya…….. so cute hlp
gives you an expression that u don’t see from anything else
and i’d like to think it goes two ways when you do it; either (1) he shys out and needs a second to regain his composure from the embarrassing sound he let out or (2) moans like a whore. does not care.
contents: nsfw/smut, thoma fucks you consensually, thoma is sweet but still tears it up, multiple orgasms, praise, thoma puts you in like 3 different positions, somewhat dom!thoma, i know there’s no clear mentions of prep for the reader but just pretend he spat on it or smth idk, & try-hard interpretations of sex from a virgins perspective LSNSHJD
wc: ~2k— i’m sorry (smut starts around fifth paragraph) i just wrote until both of you came, we can save edging for another day<3
a final hushed and warm murmur from your mouth sends the perfect signal for thoma to seal both your lips together. the cool breeze slipping through the room between your bodies allows you to yield against him, tongue softly pressing against the tip of your own. with a satisfied hum— and a tiny bit of reluctance, thoma pulls away and gives a characteristically eager smile at the sight of you beneath him, dazed and desiring his touch. equally as eager as him.
you give in to his touch once more; this time through a shiver, with frantic hands that drape across your chest down to your sides. your heart beats through your chest with every twist and shuffle of fabric that thoma works to remove slowly off yourselves. soft to the touch, finding himself more and more enamored with how you look and feel under him, subconsciously allowing restraint to wear thin.
“pretty.” he whispers in a tone almost indicative that you’d believe it wasn’t meant to be heard by anyone else, but in a setting sultry enough to allow you to melt right into the very bed you’re both on. actions speak louder than words; justifying it when your lower half writhes against thoma’s crotch, making him swallow at the contact. his eyes now avoiding yours as your hand runs through his hair while he resumes his job of stripping you bare for him.
you prop yourself back up on your arms as thoma nears completion in bringing you each one step closer to the feeling of one another. “no, no, lay back down for me.” he insists, gently ushering you completely on your back as you nod. a soft hand applies pressure on the back of your thigh with a small sigh, knees kicking against your chest and foot resting on his shoulder as he situates himself between your spread legs.
thoma looks at you; love-hungry and affectionate with a thumb stroking your cheek as his other hand contradict the sweet gestures of his right. “did you miss me?” he rasps, left hand slowly squeezing the hard length of his dick as he dips his thumb between your lips. you suck instinctively. tongue brushing across his thumb as you hum and let your eyes close momentarily, fluttering back open when you hear him suck in a harsh breath.
“oh— that’s it, so good for me.” he murmurs, thumb tracing your bottom lip. “fuck, so good.” the praise burns you to the core, body heating up at every word that leaves him regardless of just barely getting started. thoma pumps himself a little while longer, the slight mess on his fingers making him wince before seeing how worked up you’ve gotten yourself, thighs threatening to shut and shift together at the sight of him touching himself.
“thoma” you complain, wrist coming to cover your eyes in a silly attempt to cover yourself in front of him. “i’m ready.” you swallow your embarrassment, turning your head to the side. “poor baby, did i keep you waiting?” thoma he lets his hand rest on your chest, soothing the sensitive skin with his fingertips as he tries his best to hush you. you’re thankful he gets the message, but keep a mental note to give him a playful smack afterward for making you wait so long.
“alright, hold my hand” thoma whispers, squeezing your hand tight against his when they clasp together. “-and tell me if you need me to stop,” he informs. you feel him twitch as the tip experimentally nudges at your entrance, feelings of excitement fill you low and deep within your gut. you watch his expressions as he lines himself up, concentrating on both you and the initiation of the gentle entry of his dick.
reflexively your eyes shut harshly at the smallest of contacts from thoma’s calculative ministrations, and he catches it. “hey, eyes on me— that’s it.” he weakly smiles, composure slowly beginning to falter from the warmth you allow him to feel on just the tip alone. “you know i always make you feel good, yeah?” his words come out in breaths, the further he gets to bottoming out.
your stomach continues to twist in anticipation, panting when the prominent stretch and slight burn that accompanies thoma strings you up until you’re ready to snap almost becomes too much to handle. “ah, almost there.” he reassures when you whine, nails impatiently digging into his hold. your chest feels heavy as he continues to work his way in, with a slight bump of his hips you feel his torso rest against the back of your thighs.
both of you moan at the revelation, eyes watering as thoma gently chews on the surface of his bottom lip; eyebrows furrowed and putting all his energy towards holding off prematurely orgasming from how you feel, spasming around him alone without him having to even so lay a finger on you. “shit, baby, you gotta stop. baby, fuck.” he whimpers, feeling the contrast of you both deprived and oversensitive.
thoma fixes his eyes on how his dick leaves you, slowly letting himself pull out before sliding back in with an unintentional bump of his hips. a loud moan leaves his lips and you feel butterflies at the sound, the sight of him panting and head dropping back with every shallow thrust leads you to believe you’re feeling him deeper with a shake. the rhythm of shallow thrusts is broken when thoma repositions your leg, pillow now seated under your back.
“oh my god.” you manage. the pleasurable drag in his movements making your eyes roll back, hand wrapping around thoma’s forearm. you cry out as his breathing is erratic, bed creaking and hand grazing your throat as thoma begins to move your bodies against one another. “i can’t get enough of you.” he whispers through breaths, his hand cupping your cheek to pull you in for another kiss, stomach churning hotly.
he continues to snap his hips into you at an increasingly unbearable speed, your body beginning to convulse before he’s quickly bottoming out once more, swallowing the drawn-out whine you give him when your mind goes blank for a second. he pulls away, catching his breath as he sighs from the loss of your contact. you lay limply as thoma towers over you from the prior positioning, light strands of hair sticking to his forehead as you imagine what’s more to come.
“alright, up baby.” he motions, turning you on your stomach and raising your hips to prop your ass up for him. you teasingly wave your hips for wherever he is to see from behind you and stifle your laugh into the bed when he groans, attempting to recollect himself. warm hands delicately grip the skin of your ass, squeezing what he's fit into his palms before beginning to spread you.
“you’re going to be the death of me.” thoma exhales, hand massaging your hip before silently letting his dick sink back into you. you gasp into the bed, the angle thoma is sheathed at feeling borderline addictive once he begins the rock of his hips back and forth. you cry out suffocated praises in broken sentences about how good it feels— being filled and fucked like this by thoma; who makes you believe he has all the time in the world at this very moment.
thoma watches how your fists frantically curl around the sheets beneath you both, making it harder to ignore the persistent tightening along his length in urgency. “don’t stop, please-“ you let a string of moans out, body feeling skittish. the metaphorically-silent encouragement thoma gives you with the drive his hips forcefully allows you to ease into the surrender of orgasming.
“so messy” he teases, lighthearted tone. you tremble as his hips refuse to falter and continue to fuck you as you orgasm. your eyes squeeze shut and pleasure washes over you five times more intensely as thoma reels your body into his roughly, making it clear his intent is to have you cum nice and hard for him. and you give him exactly what he wants.
huffing, you let your body sink into the bed and thoma follows- laying on top of you, completely flush against your ass. as he shortly pulls out, you protest, making a sound of objection. thoma wipes his forehead, a nervous but excited expression on his face as you give him a dizzy smile that soon fades into a pout. “you just drive me crazy.” he murmurs.
“but that wasn’t enough, was it, baby?”
after a kiss initiated by thoma, you’re lifted up once more and propped in his lap. he watches you as he leans on the back of one hand, the other coming up to your stomach. there’s a look of mischief in his eyes when he measures himself, watching where he’ll hit the deepest point of you from an outside perspective with a mumbled curse.
he begins to motion you to lean back, “up.” he instructs lightly. “oh, that’s it.” he praises, helping you lower yourself. “good, so good for me again.” thoma hisses, watching you take every inch on your own with a giddy expression. you let the feeling of him fill you for the third time this evening subside, relishing in the sensations only thoma knows how to bring to your body.
the first movement is unsteady, your palms coming to his chest. the sudden feel of intimacy this position brings you clouds your mind and sends you both into a searing kiss, lips slotting together messily. you’re both nearly sobbing into one another’s mouth, unintentionally grinding in his lap as you’re tightly wrapped around him. thoma shudders, unwilling to pull away from you when you give him a playful push back down onto the bed.
every bounce and drag of your hips leave you brainless, sweat glossing over both of your bodies. your legs tremble, thighs beginning to feel like jelly and legs begging to give out. thoma is keen in every sense with what he does, calloused hands coming to slide under each thigh. you pray he’s able to see heaven afterward for how he’s generously lifting you up and down his length, hips kicking each time he drops you making a racy wet smack and your body stutter.
“oh- shit.” thoma seethes, voice rising half an octave. “-when you squeeze me like that, fuck.” he nearly begs, beginning to move you quicker. the buildup of your next orgasm has your body pathetically shaking; having thoma adjust you so that you lay in his chest, pliable for him to thrust into you however he pleases, left crying out in bliss as you take what he gives you.
thoma’s relentless pace from beneath you sets the perfect pressure for your oncoming orgasm, rigorously with a constancy that begins to coax out his own in the process. “please, make a mess on me.” he demands. you lay weakly against his chest, the soothing feel of his dick grinding into you making you jolt and squeeze.
“my god, yes.” he lets out a pleasured sigh, hips jerking as your orgasms hit you when he feels you squirm. your gasps are concealed by the heated and frenzied echoing slaps of skin that continue to fill the room, exhausted bodies giving into each other. you both cum with curses under your breaths and cries of each other’s names that make the other lightheaded.
you let out a satiated hum when thoma slowly slips out, arm coming to soothingly stroke your back as done earlier. this time, the action is quiet, in a way that’s refined and restful. “i love you.” he presses a small kiss to your temple. “i love you too” you exchange glances, now painfully aware of the scattered clothes, dampened sheets and perspiration residing on the glass of the windows.
“do your housekeeping services have anything about this?” you snicker, leaving thoma too drained to combat your brash joke.
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