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A/N: So maybe you have noticed a pattern, which is that I write a stupid amount of smut and 0 plot. Ya girl has no shame and i’m hella extra so here it goes. smutty smut smut smut smut featuring yo boii dommytommy (bonus of some fluff at the end <3) As always, please lemme know what you think. This is my first dommytommy so just shoot me a cheeky lil message if you think its shit and I will stick to subtommy (who i love in equal measure my lil boy) or just gimme some love SINCE WE ALL KNOW I HAVE A MASSIVE PRAISE KINK PLEASE AND THANKS I LOVE YOU ALL I HOPE YOU ENJOY
Word Count: 5027 words of SMUT! You’re welcome and I’m sorry
Warning: dommytommy, impactplay, breathplay, sacrilegious, blasphemous, i wrote this after going to church with my gma so i’ll see y’all in hell
He loved the game. The chase. The capture and the defeat.
The thrill as the hunt played out.
The way he never knew what to expect from you.
No game was ever the same. Each encounter a new puzzle to solve. And you were the greatest enigma of them all. The one he would spend his life trying to solve, without even the slightest hope in his success.
You were fire, but you were air—lighting him up without weighing him down. You carried him and you grounded him. You were his end, his beginning, and everything in between.
Tommy watched you from across the room where he sat in his chair. The leather cool against the cloth of his suit, juxtaposing the heat that radiated off from where you stood in front of him. He brought his cigarette up to his mouth, inhaling the bitter smoke as he narrowed his eyes on you, trying in vain to decipher your mind.
He watched intently as you slinked your body around the room, your hand slowly moving to remove your dress, your shoes, your stockings, until you stood directly before him, naked—save for the necklace around your neck, a small emerald he said had reminded him of your eyes when he gave it to you. His eyes trailed your body, his eyebrows raised curiously as he sized you up. He started at your feet, dragging his eyes up to your naval, then your breasts, to finally your face.
Your lips were wearing a smirk, one that he knew all too well. This was you giving yourself over, daring him to take what you were willingly placing at his feet.
“Come ‘ere,” Tommy whispered, opening his arms, and guiding you toward his awaiting lap. Once you were seated, wrapped in his arm, pinned against the sculpted and taut muscles of his chest, he kissed along the side of your face, grazing his soft lips up your jaw, nibbling his teeth on the skin in his path.
“Tell me what you need princess,” he murmured against you, his breath hot on your ear.
His hand came up under your chin, grasping it gingerly. “Kiss me”, he demanded, bringing your soft lips to his.
The passion in Tommy’s kiss built slowly. His lips starting off soft against yours, willing your body to ease further into his own before gradually becoming more intense. His hand fell from your face onto your breasts, his fingers grazing roughly along your nipples, his thumb and forefinger twisting and pinching them hard enough to make you writhe on top of him. Hands continued on your body downward, palms manipulating the supple flesh of your hips with a bruising force. The whimpers that escaped your lips turned to moans and turned to whimpers again as he worked your skin between his capable hands. Tommy pulled away his mouth from yours to attend to your open neck, attacking the flushed and heated skin with his teeth and tongue, his actions alternating between gentle and savage. With your mouth free from his you were breathlessly moaning his name, your body defenseless against the feeling on his hands on you, exploring you, possessing you. Lost in the moment, you didn’t even notice where his hand had moved until he slid his fingers along your slit, humming with pleasure into your collarbone.
“Princess,” he began, bringing his mouth back up to your awaiting lips. “Mmm… Already you’re such a mess.”
Tommy was ruthless as he shoved his fingers deep into your cunt, curling the tips upwards against your inner walls as his thumb circled your hardened clit. You could feel the metallic bands of his rings inside of you, the cold contrast against your heated center making you jump and twitch against him. Trapped between his chest and his free arm—which had found refuge on your thigh, spreading you open for him— you had nowhere to move or escape. Tommy was in total control over everything.
The hand that was once grasping open your thigh was now lost in your hair, Tommy bounding up the long tresses in his fist with a harsh pull, forcing your face back upwards to meet his, the jerking movement ever so slightly separating the space between your mouths, keeping your connection close enough that you could swallow the next words he spoke.
“Fuck yourself.” The phrase was bitter on your tongue but you gulped it down like it were wine, craving, and hungry for more of the biting taste to graze your lips.
Once the command rolled off his tongue, he kissed you again. Every action of his declaring the scene to be between more than just lovers. He was making a claim. Demanding possession over your body. Greedy for nothing more than to own your desire and sew it into his own. Your hips rolled onto his hand without any second thoughts, your body accepting his commandments as it sacrificed itself at his altar. With your arms around his neck, you brought him closer to you and buried your face into his skin as you gasped for breath. His smell and taste a delirium inducing mix of sandalwood, mint, earth, and tobacco and you drew it in eagerly, rocking your hips with more fervor against his fingers. Tommy thrusted up his hand to meet your body, his maneuvers sending violent shivers down your legs which began to twitch as they hung off the edge of the chair. Your muscles were clenching around his fingers, the heat and pressure slowly escalating to hit their crescendo.
“Shhh…Not yet princess,” he began to coo once you started calling out his name with each exhale of your lungs.
“I- I needa- Tommy…. God please!” you cried out, actual tears forming in your eyes from the exertion it took to stave off your orgasm and wait for his permission.
“No no no. You only need what I need now princess. Who’s in charge here little girl?” he quipped back, moving your face to face him yet again, willing your eyes to open to look at him as he stared you down hard.
“You sir! You’re in charge…but please,” you cried out breathlessly, struggling to form the words around the moans escaping of their own volition past your lips. Tommy only continued to shush you as he moved his fingers deep in your cunt, a licentious smile becoming a permanent fixture in his expression.
Your nails were dug deep into the side of his neck as you continued to rock your hips against his fingers. You were clinging to him, desperate to keep yourself grounded until he released you. But as Tommy moved his thumb once more against your aching clit, any chance of waiting for his verbal permission was lost.
It erupted from your core all at once, a primal and visceral cry escaping along with it. Tommy’s fingers stilled within you as you continue to rock against him, riding out the waves of your orgasm. You mind was a haze. Your consciousness consumed and overwhelmed with the thunderous electrons pulsating through your body. Tommy’s eyes were glued to your face, mesmerized with the way your body reacted to his touch, but frustrated over your lack of control.
Lightheaded and blissed out, you feared the come down, already picturing Tommy’s forlorn expression of disappointment from behind your eyelids. You felt a hand push away the tendrils of hair from your face, and wondered for a second if it were your own before you felt the wet rings that belonged to his fingers graze your skin. His slick thumb ghosted along your bottom lip, his forefinger forcing its way in to your mouth, demanding you to suck.
“Look at me Y/N,” he whispered gently, the softness in his voice coaxing you into thinking it would be all right. But as you opened your eyes to meet his, you knew it was a lie as good as any of the ones he had told his enemies who also shouldn’t have trusted him. His dilated pupils mocked you, the ice-blue irises held you frozen as his fingers grasped onto your face roughly. “Which one of us is in control eh? Must I remind you my little girl? Must I force you to submit to me?”
“Tommy-I-c-.” You tried to speak, explain, apologize, anything. An impossible feat with Tommy’s hand holding your jaw in place.
“You will get on my lap princess. You’ve disappointed me. Now if you’re sorry, you will have to show me. Go on kitten. Face down.”
You did as you were bid and climbed off Tommy’s lap with his help. He guided you how he pleased, your belly resting on his knees, your head hanging down by his calf, your arse in the air. The feel of the cool air against your still wet and hot cunt made you squirm. Your body relished in the feeling— the intensity of the orgasm still coursing in all your senses. As Tommy ran a hand down your back, you instinctually arched for him, a small moan escaping from your lips from the change in position between your thighs. Tommy’s hands stroked you lovingly, although the tender caresses lasted for only a few seconds.
You heard the ringing of his hand against your ass before you felt the sting of it on your cheek, your mind barely having enough time to react before his palm came down again on the other side, the wet rings on his hand hitting you with such force, you could feel the colour of your skin start to change from pink to red to purple.
The blows started coming too soon after the last, and not soon enough, Tommy keeping the rhythm erratic to keep your attention focused on him and him alone. If he had wanted you to keep track, you had lost count, his strategic and methodological strikes coming down on the same spot on each cheek. You whimpered out helplessly into his calf, knowing that nothing unless his own satisfaction would stop the blows.
“Why am I doing this?” he asked simply, after a particularly harsh blow that sent you lurching forward on your hands.
“Because…” you began, trying to regain your breath that he just knocked out of you a second ago. “Because I-I came without permission. Because you’re in control and I didn’t listen to you. Sir,” you rambled off, the sting in your cheeks making your eyes start to water and your legs tremble.
Tommy savoured the way your body reacted to every blow, the way your back curved with every grace of his hand, the way your skin changed colour under his touch. He took another minute’s pause, running his fingers gingerly along your mottled backside, sucking his breath between his clenched teeth as he felt you wiggle against his hardening erection.
His hand came down hard against yet again a couple more times before his gentle caresses soothed you once more. Humming as he trailed his fingers against your sopping cunt which was yet again yearning desperately for him.
“Think you’re ready to behave now my little princess? Or shall I continue?” A smile could be heard in his voice, the proof on his fingers already telling him that you would do or say anything to please him.
“You’re the boss, sir. If you think I’ve learned my lesson…” you trail off, your mind struggling to keep your wits about you as Tommy shoves his two fingers deep into your core, teasing you to cement his domination over you. You tried to remain as still as possible, letting him touch you as he pleased—this was his game now.
“You did well my girl. But you’re not done yet. Get on your knees and get ready to pleasure me. Maybe then I’ll forgive you for your insolence”
Tommy stood up quickly, the unexpected motion sending you falling onto the floor. You scrambled to your knees and waited for him as you watched him begin to undress himself. Tommy’s fingers expertly managed to untie his tie without looking, his eyes fixed on the drool escaping your lips. You were as eager as ever to touch him once he unbuttoned the front of his shirt and exposed his chiseled chest. You admired him like you would a god, his body was a sacred text that you would willingly study, read, and recite every night before bed.
His fingers beckoned you to finish the rest, which you did with great enthusiasm, desiring nothing more than to feel him, to taste him on your tongue as you prayed his scripture back onto his skin. You quickly unclasped his belt and trousers, ripping them down his leg with his minimal help. Tommy watched your eyes light up like a child on Christmas morning as you moved back to rid him of his shorts. An uncontrolled grunt moving past his tongue as he waited in anticipation.
With his cock free, you were suddenly ravenous, your tongue wetting your lips instinctually as you stared at his form. You approached him like a predator would its prey, an expression that made Tommy buck his hips when noticed, watching your face with his keen eye.
“Open your mouth for me princess…nice and wide,” he commanded, sitting forward in his seat closer to your face. Without hesitation you opened it for him, a smile wide on your face as waited for him to spit in. You were careful not to swallow, despite how badly you wanted to, but spread him along your lips. After-all this was technically a gift for him, not for you.
Parting your moistened lips, you licked the precum from the tip of his shaft down his length, swallowing the extra only once he was nice and wet. As you brought your mouth down against him, everything else ceased to be. All that existed was him. The soft and silky skin of his shaft as you took him in your mouth, his rough hands in your hair pushing you further down still, his enticingly bitter taste flowing down your tongue to the burning pit building in your stomach.
Him. Him. Him. It was all Tommy.
Tommy leaned back against the chair as you eagerly sucked him, his one hand behind his own head for support and the other atop of yours for control. He was shoving you down, slow, and deep—forcing you to take him down your throat, his strong grip on your hair squashing any chance you had at denying him— though the thought of doing so would never cross your mind. Your body tensed as you struggled to adjust your breathing against his relentless pace. But Tommy, wanting you to only act and not think, soon took mercy—bringing your mouth against the tip of his cock to allow you to catch your breath, before resuming his earlier rhythm.
Forcing your eyes open, you gazed up at him, staring at the small scar underneath his chin, making that your focus. Your vision was blurred from the runny black tears caused by your mascara but you could see him perfectly. His mussed up hair, his open mouth breathing in shallow breaths, the flush spreading up his clavicle and jaw. Tommy himself was also enthralled at the sight of you as he stared down past his cheekbones through his lashes, for someone usually also so composed and in control, you sure did know how to get wild. You were willingly choking around him as you began to swallow, massaging the tip of his cock with the muscles in the back of your throat.
“That’s it. God—that’s it my angel. Good girl,” he grunted out breathlessly, loosening the grip on his hand on your hair and closing his eyes, revelling in the way he felt in you..
After a few moments, you pull slightly away, bringing his tip back into your mouth and humming around him to get his attention back on you. When Tommy finally brought himself to look back at you, you pulled your mouth away from him, keeping him stimulated with your hands as you climbed up on your knees, bringing your open mouth closer to his face—begging.
“Please sir,” you begged, opening your mouth, keeping your eyes on his.
Tommy, wanting nothing more than your mouth back on him, was more that happy to fulfill your request, spitting once more into your mouth and face. His collapse back onto the back of the chair enough to get you back to your task. You continue the ministrations of your hands, alternating the firmness of your grip to keep things interesting and you sat back on your heels. When you sucked his balls into your mouth, Tommy moaned out with unabashed passion as his body twitched slightly beneath you. Switching the positions of your hands and mouth, you took Tommy deep once more, knowing that he wasn’t likely to last that much longer.
His hands returned to your hair as his need got more intense. His fingers wrapping around your dampened tendrils, simultaneously pulling, and pushing. You were moaning around him as you swallowed him back in your throat, the sight of him through your hazy eyes and the sounds of him roaring around the room enough to titillate excitement in your own core with an angry passion.
Desperately, you were seeking the deliverance he offered between his legs. Your mouth whispering prayers around his sculpted and veined skin, consecrating him as your divine. Tommy became your heaven, your hell; your master and prisoner; your salvation and damnation. When he came, he baptized you with his forgiveness and love. The salty and sweet taste of your redemption gushing past your lips and down your chin. Tommy let you pull off him, knowing you would you take great care in cleaning him up. As you were lapping what had spilled down his softening shaft, a few more pumps of his desire sputtered into your hair and jaw. You took him back into your mouth, coaxing the rest of his orgasm with your tongue, a smile trying to form around him as you moaned with glee and satisfaction. Tommy’s eyes were on you, watching as he once again disappeared down your throat, his attention forced solely on the sensation of your tongue on his undershaft. A devilishly handsome smirk on his face as you pulled him away from your mouth with a wet pop to rest your head on his strong thigh, sighing with unadulterated relief. He felt you shake against him where you sat next to his knee.
However, there is no rest for the wicked, and Tommy grabbed you by your hand and pulled you back onto his lap, cradling your tired body against his sweat sheened chest. You hardly even registered the movements as they happened, only focusing on the distance between you and him which closed at such a sluggish pace it felt like slow-motion. Before you were even seated on him, your hands were in his hair, your lips atop of his. You kissed him with a forceful sense of urgency, craving more from the man who was taking everything from you, but leaving you more fulfilled and liberated than ever before.
Tommy was murmuring praises between breaths, his cock firming up again already as you curled yourself further into him, begging him to take take take. He revelled in the taste of himself on your tongue and drank in the delicious flavour, kneading his hands into the softness of your skin. His breathing became shallow as he felt your right hand move down past his hair with a desperate tug, finding the scars on his left clavicle. He didn’t know why it soothed him so much to feel your touch there but it did and as he looked down at you with his heavy lidded and impossibly blue eyes he knew he had you.
Tommy’s hands were digging roughly into your hips as he pushed to get you to move off him. With the help of his strong arms, Tommy guided you around the back of the chair, bending you over, adjusting your knee so that it was angled above on the chairs armrest. Your back arched in preparation as you waited for him to position himself behind you. His hand trailed up and down your back as he assessed you, watching your body shiver and shake under the trail of his palms. A hard slap rang down once more on your bottom cheek, forcing a guttural cry from your lips.
“Tell me princess, should I fuck you now? Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you” he asked briskly, teasing your wanton cunt with his tip while he waited for your reply.
“Yes, my king. Please, please fuck me… I need it please. Fuck me!” pushing your hips back against him you were begging, your voice broken, your body writhing underneath his in pure desperation for relief…for him. “Oh god, fuck me!”
With hands digging hard enough onto your hips to leave bruises, Tommy pushed himself roughly into you, forcing a strangled groan from deep in your throat to escape as the sensation of his rigid cock appeased the aching need between your legs. Already wet, Tommy slid in almost effortlessly, his own control weakening from the intense feeling of being inside of you, from knowing that he owned you. With one hand still holding roughly onto your hip, his other hand travelled around your waist, searching for your clit. It all felt so right. The way his hot and thick cock felt inside of you. The way you fit against him like this. The way he claimed your body as his own. Nothing was there holding the two of you back. No barriers. No business. No family. Just a game between lovers. The thrill of the conquest. The high that came with total victory.
With each lustful, animalistic cry that escaped your lips, you were giving in, allowing him more and more space to go in for the kill, knowing the hunt was coming to an end.
“Tell me what you need princess,” he grunted into your ear as he moved his one hand from his hip to your throat, squeezing his fingers around you ever so slightly.
“You, sir,” you breathed back, struggling against his strength to reach his face with your own, wanting his lips on yours.
“Who do you belong to?” he growled again, circling your clit with even more fervor.
“You! I’m yours. This body is yours, please sir, uh god - fuck me, use me— I’m all for you!” you screamed, grinding yourself against his hand and hips. A litany of other words, some curses, some pleas, some incoherent ramblings, continued to spill out of your mouth as he fucked you.
“I want you to come all over my cock princess. You don’t need to wait— just give it to me. I want it all”
With Tommy giving as much permission as you needed, you came hard and fast around him. Your clenching inner walls tightened, providing him with even more pleasure as he continued to roughly thrust deeply into your now squelching cunt.
Under his hands, he could feel you quiver around him, knowing the pressure of both his cock and his hand would overstimulate you past the point you would be able to hold yourself up. Removing his hand from your mound, he found your supple breasts, greeting them with a savage squeeze before taking your nipples between his powerful fingers one at a time. The crude brutality with which he handled you was enough to ignite the fire within you yet again, as if your previous orgasm was nothing but foreplay.
Without even being aware of moving your body, your hands somehow found the back of Tommy’s neck. Using his longer hair as makeshift reigns, you pulled him closer to you, begging his lips to meet your open mouth. With his own hand still around your neck, Tommy chokes you closer to him still, feeding on the breaths and moans that fell from your tongue like they were to be his last meal. Your head felt as heavy as lead but as light as a feather as his fingers clenched around your throat.
You loved this feeling—the excitement of the capture, the exhilaration that came from being nothing but a tool for his pleasure, the liberation you felt from his domination.
By now Tommy was fucking without much rhythm, just mindlessly burying himself in you over and over again, staving off his own release until he had you screaming, crying, and pulsating wildly around him. Waiting until he had total victory. Until you gave him all that you had left of yourself.
Your open mouth was drooling around his, slinking down past his knuckles where they continued to hold you hostage by your throat. With your muscles choked under his hand, you could scarcely breathe let alone scream, the resistance only allowing for quiet, raspy moans to escape, which Tommy understood regardless.
As another orgasm roared through your body, you violently shuddered under him, your body going limp in his arms. Tommy watched your undoing, felt your usually composed body surrender to him, his cock seeming to swell even more powerfully inside you, gushing with such intensity, it felt as though a river was running through all of his veins and straight to where he met you.
When Tommy finally came inside you, your name was falling from his lips, the cries of his passion silencing when he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, his breath hot and sticky on your skin. You could feel the cum drip hot and slow down your thighs as Tommy continued to spill inside of you, the sensation warming you both physically and metaphysically as you thought of how much he filled you with his release.
With Tommy collapsing on top of you, your bodies fell limp on the back of the chair, his surrounding yours and melting them both down into one. His thrusts inside of you weakened as he finished riding his climax, until he finally pulled out of you, pulling more broken moans and whimpers from your lips.
As Tommy rolled your body over to face him as he stood up, he felt like he could come all over again just from the sight of your face. The unadulterated euphoria radiating from every pore, the tears of exaltation streaming down your face as you cried. Even though your eyes were open, you could not see a thing, your vision white and black and red all at the same time as your body continued to tremble on the chair. Tommy pushed the hair away from your face, humming softly to you as he watched you with your mind in a blurry haze. He could tell you were not registering anything that was happening just yet, the expression not changing in your face even as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom.
Laying you down on the bed, Tommy sat close to you, continuing the gentle strokes on your face until you came back down to him. After a few moments, you did— your head turning into the feeling of his soft caresses until you could suck his thumb into your mouth, needing the comfort of the action to help ground you back to him. When he noticed the light in your eyes return, he finally spoke, his voice a soft whisper which still had the power to echo deep through your veins.
You tried your best to focus your eyes completely on him, hoping that if your words failed, he could still read your face to know how brilliant you were feeling right now.
“Mmm…’m okay,” your words were weak and shaky, but still audible and coherent. “‘Want you ,” you said as you smiled around the words, trying with all your might to move your leaden limbs to reach for him.
“Shhh… you already have me Y/N. You did so good for me princess, but anymore and you’ll be far too sore tomorrow. You need to rest now.”
“Mm, not like that…I just—I want you, come here…please? Hold me?” With your brain still fuzzy around the edges, you couldn’t be sure of the faint blush you thought you saw flash onto Tommy’s cheeks, but even thought that he might have blushed was enough to bring a dazzling smile onto your lips. A sight that made Tommy’s heart flutter against his ribs as he watched.
Acquiescing to your request, Tommy slid into bed next to you, carefully drawing you closer to him while minding your sensitive backside and thighs. His mouth found your hair, pressing gentle kissing to the top of your head as it rested against his chest. Your heart rate starts fluttering again over how soft he is in this moment. Holding your face in his lithe fingers, he brings your lips to his, beckoning them open with his velvety tongue against you bottom lip. The kiss was soft and slow, allowing you to savour the moment, to treasure the feeling of being all his.
The tenderness that Tommy exhibited toward you made your heart swell, the way he comforted and soothed you back down from your high brought silent tears to spill down your cheeks. Tommy was quick to catch them with his thumb, separating your mouths to murmur praises into your skin.
“Hey, shh shh princess, c’mere, I’ve got you—I’ve got you. You were so good for me today,” he began to say, smoothing his hands all over your body as gently as his voice. “Thank you, Y/N, thank you for giving yourself to me. You have no idea how proud it makes me to know that you’re mine. You’re my princess Y/N.”
Tommy had called you by name, and you were his. The hunt, the game, the capture, and defeat— none of it mattered anymore. You were in his arms, and he was in yours.
Right where you belonged.
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