Kinkmas Day 5:
Stocking Stuffing
Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader
~ 4k words
Tags: established relationship, size difference, dry humping, nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, mating press, coming inside [so much damn come], multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, squirting, wet and messy, overstimulation, Tommy is straight lost in the sauce, sweetness, some aftercare, allusion to round two
Note: While there is size difference in this, the reader is not described physically as petite or small, I actually wrote it with a plus sized reader in mind though that's not particularly described in detail either. Tommy is about 6'5" and over 300lbs, even my 5'11" ass is small compared to him, so I'd wager the size difference still works very well
Oh shit, guess who's turn it is this Kinkmas day? The one and only Thomas motherfucking Hewitt! Round of applause please everyone for this delicious mountain of a man and the freak shit he gets up to.
Damn do I adore writing for Tommy, he is my fucking muse and I would do anything for him. Which is probably why this fic might be the messiest of the bunch yet, and why I love it so much. I hope you all will too, and will show some love for this man! Now go forth and enjoy!
Thomas Hewitt hates condoms. He never knew he could hate something so simple so much, but he did. He still let you put one on him before you had sex, understanding the comfort and protection it gave you but there wasn’t a bone his body that wasn’t dreaming about getting to fuck you without one.
Would you feel different? Well, obviously, he knew it must feel different but how different?
Would it feel softer? Warmer? Wetter? He wanted to know more than anything but the last thing he would ever do was push you.
He still loved having sex with you, feeling you under him, holding onto him, letting out small moans with every thrust of his— fuck. Now he was hard while working again.
Thomas huffed and dropped the cleaver that was slowly dripping blood from the blade to the table, wiped his hands off on his apron and went to leave the basement to look for you.
He had an inkling for where to find you and felt his heart racing with every step he took up the stairs. When he walked into the living room he saw you.
You were bent over the coffee table that was covered in stockings, carefully dropping sweet treats and little bone contraptions into them. It was something you had started doing earlier in the year, gathering animal bones, cleaning them and using metal wire to bind them together into different shapes. The small decorations had started appearing all over the house and he cherished seeing them, seeing you spreading yourself all over.
Another thing he immediately noticed that wasn’t helping the throbbing hardness in the pants was how the dress you were wearing was riding high and revealing your thighs to his hungry eyes. The winter didn’t get as cold as it did in other parts of the country but even then, the house was kept warm enough for you to not have to wear those skin thigh pants underneath your dress inside. Though he didn’t mind them even when you did since they left about as little to the imagination as when you weren’t wearing them.
He walked up behind you and dropped his hands to your hips, slowly grabbing and squeezing the soft flesh under the fabric.
“Hello Tommy,” you chuckled and finished filling the last stocking. “You all done downstairs?"
You straightened and turned around in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck affectionately. Tommy nodded and pulled you into him by your hips, pressing the bulge in his pants against your stomach.
When you smiled wide at him he could feel a part of him melting, wanting nothing more than to pick you up and carry you away to privacy. He was still stuck in his day dreams of you bent over and moaning his name when you spoke again, “Let me hang these back up and then I have a little surprise for you.”
Tommy tilted his head and reluctantly dropped his hands from your hips, letting you pull away to hang the now overflowing stockings back where they belonged.
Next thing he knew you had wrapped your hand around his and were pulling him up the stairs to your shared room, locking the door behind you.
“C’mere,” you mumbled and opened your arms for him to walk into. You wrapped your arms around his wide shoulders when he stepped closer and pressed a soft kiss against the front of his mask. He couldn’t deny how it made his heart sing whenever you did that, a slow burning heat spreading over his chest and face. He couldn’t have dreamt up someone more accepting than you, never pushing him to reveal his face, only cherishing whenever he took the mask off himself.
You walked him backwards until his knees hit the bed, pushing him until he sat down and was staring up at you with wide eyes. As quickly as you sat down on his lap, Tommy’s hands flew back to your hips, making a soft giggle escape your lips.
Slowly and with deliberate movements you took hold of the skirt of your dress and pulled it up over your head, exposing your tits to Tommy who was at perfect eye level with them now. He couldn’t help his instinct and immediately buried his face between them, his hands shifting to your clothed ass and pulling you forward to grind against his aching cock.
“Fuck, Tommy—,” he groaned when you whimpered his name, pulling you down onto him harder.
Your hands found his on your ass and pulled them away, up your body and to your chest. Before Tommy could complain you made sure to keep grinding your hips over him in the same rhythm he had set.
Tommy kept his eyes glued to your tits as he palmed them with his hands, slowly grabbing and rubbing against your nipples. You gasped at the action and arched your chest into him, your head falling back as you felt yourself slowly leaking through your panties.
The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, the man under you pinching your nipples between his calloused fingertips and minutely pulling on them to hear you whimper and sigh. He could never get enough of your noises, wanting to be the cause for them all the time. He’s had dreams that were just filled with you, laying on the bed spread out before him, beckoning him between your legs as you moaned his name so sweetly he woke up with an ache in his jaw.
It was never lost on him how lucky he was to have you in his bed, and he always felt unbelievably honored to feel you like this.
The bulge in Tommy’s pants was twitching with every slow drag of your hips and you decided to take mercy on him. You slowly stopped your rhythm and lifted off of his lap, smiling at the resulting whine from the man.
“Need to take your pants off for this next part, love.”
As soon as you finished the sentence Tommy was up with you, tearing his pants off of his hips faster than ever, then taking hold of your panties and kneeling to pull them off too.
He didn't immediately get back up though, he stayed on his knees in front of you, his cock hanging aching, red and leaking between his thighs, but he paid it no mind.
Tommy pressed his masked jaw into your thigh as he lifted the other over his shoulder and ran his fingers through your folds. You sighed heavily and tried to keep your hips still as Tommy’s fingers explored the wetness of your cunt, eyes never pulling away.
He slowly drew circles over your clit before sliding down to collect the leaking evidence of your arousal on his fingers, then he slowly pushed one into you.
The feeling of him starting to thrust in and out of you already had your head spinning.
Tommy was a big man, one of his fingers alone had your heart racing and your leg over his shoulder twitching.
“Tommy,” you moaned and he rumbled in satisfaction at how broken you sounded when he only had one finger in you. “Fuck, just like that, love.”
You knew from experience how well Tommy responded to praise so you made sure to always tell him good he was doing, how good he was making you feel. And it was never a lie either, the man knew exactly how to make you putty in his hands.
It didn’t take long for Tommy to slip a second finger into you while relishing in the gasping moan you let out, and how your cunt tightened and dripped around his fingers as he sped up.
It was very rare that Tommy and you had sex without him fingering you open first. Partly because he simply enjoyed it so much, and you did too, and partly because it was absolutely necessary.
When you looked down between Tommy’s legs you couldn’t help but stare at his cock, the way it was leaking precome onto the floor, how it was twitching a little whenever you moaned his name, and how it looked like he was absolutely throbbing with need.
“So good for me, Tommy,” you sighed and watched as his dick twitched and spilled more precome, his hips tilting forward with it.
You didn’t want to stop what was happening even if it meant finally having Tommy inside you again, his fingers just felt too fucking good the way he was curling them on every thrust. Not to mention how intently he was staring at your cunt and the way you were practically pulling him back in whenever he pulled his fingers out.
But when you looked at his cock again you knew you needed him inside you soon or you would lose your mind completely.
So you reached down and buried your hand in Tommy’s hair before slowly pulling him away from your thigh. The man groaned and looked up at you questioningly without stopping the movements of his fingers.
“Want you, ah fuck, want you inside me.”
With that, Tommy finally slowed his fingers before pulling them out of your pussy, making you immediately miss the feeling.
He got up off his knees and went to sit back on the bed, his back resting against the wall, legs slightly spread and cock standing proud and needy to feel you around him.
Tommy watched as you walked over, expecting you to open the drawer of your nightstand for a condom, so he was very surprised when you climbed onto the bed with him.
As you were crawling up his thighs he reached over to the nightstand himself, thinking maybe you had just forgotten. Once you were sitting on Tommy’s hips he turned back towards you holding a condom between his fingers.
You smiled at him and took it out of his hands before unceremoniously throwing it behind you onto the floor.
You wrapped your hand around Tommy’s cock and lifted your hips, lined yourself up and then slowly began sinking down until he was inside you completely. With a moan you let your head fall back and were slightly grinding your hips to get used to the feeling of Tommy filling you up which was always a stretch.
The man under you couldn’t believe what he was seeing, hell, he couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Your cunt was so warm and hugging his cock like he had been gone for months. Tommy didn’t know what to do with his hands until they naturally settled on your hips.
He let out a choked off moan before a string of questioning noise followed.
You were still getting used to how his cock stretched your pussy when you looked back at Tommy through lidded eyes, “Surprise.”
Understanding washed over his face before his hold on your hips tightened. When you moved your hips back and forth with more purpose Tommy groaned and his eyes slid shut, his thighs twitching under your.
“Feel good, baby?” you chuckled slightly and kept moving your hips slowly back and forth.
No matter how often you had Tommy inside you, the sheer size of him never failed to make you whine and revel in the stretch. He filled you so perfectly you swore you could spend a whole day just having him stuffed inside you.
The need to move was slowly becoming unbearable and you lifted your hips smoothly before dropping back down fast and hard, moaning at the pang of pleasure shooting through your whole body and mixing with the slight feeling of too much. You started a slow but hard rhythm of lifting and dropping your hips, Tommy’s hands loosely holding onto your hips through it all .
The man was struggling to process what was happening, your cunt gliding over his cock felt so good he could cry but it was taking all of his brain power away from him.
When his eyes wandered over your naked form, admiring how gorgeous you looked with your head thrown back, nipples hard and tits bouncing in front of his face, they finally settled on your pussy. He watched entranced at how your folds spread obscenely to accommodate the thickness of his cock, how your cunt was covering him in your wetness and making him glisten in the light.
Your cunt. Your bare cunt.
You could tell the exact moment it all finally clicked for Tommy, because he rumbled a deep groan, grabbed your hips hard and started driving his cock up into you way faster than you had been going. With your controlled pace gone, your moans turned into loud broken versions of themselves, echoing in the room and spurring Tommy on to move harder, to slam his hips up into yours with enough force to bounce you upwards.
“Fuck, Tommy—,” the man in question groaned, interrupting you and making you whine with a particularly harsh thrust. You could barely keep your eyes open with how good you felt, having to support yourself with your hands on Tommy’s shoulders.
“So good Tommy,” you whimpered and dropped your head on his shoulder next to your hands.
The reaction from Tommy was instantaneous, a loud groan that turned into a broken whine as his hips stuttered. He thrust deep up into you a few more times before you felt him spilling inside you. Part of you was surprised he had even made it this long.
You talked him through his orgasm, grinding your hips into his last few strokes and telling him how good he was doing.
When his hips stilled completely and Tommy was breathing heavily you started lifting yourself off of him. He stopped you though, pulling you back down and making you moan as he bottomed out, a bit of his come dripping out of you and forming a puddle above his cock.
“Good surprise?” you sighed and looked up to see Tommy nodding his head frantically, squeezing your hips and making sure you stayed firmly seated on his cock. You didn’t even care you hadn’t come yet, the warm feeling inside you was making your eyes unfocus and flutter. Plus, you knew Tommy would make sure you got to come afterwards, he had never let you go unsatisfied before.
The two of you stayed like that for a little while longer, Tommy’s cock softening inside you and still filling you up perfectly to make sure your cunt stayed sensitive and needy to finish.
You expected him to lift you off of him eventually,use his fingers to make you come or his mouth, but he didn’t move, just kept his hands on your hips and let out small grunts whenever your pussy clenched needily around him.
Tommy still couldn’t believe it actually happened and he didn’t want it to end yet, he didn’t want to lose the feeling of your bare cunt around him, the warmth and pleasure. He started slightly moving your hips back and forth, making you whine and dig your nails into his shoulders.
“Tommy?” he heard you whimper in question, but only groaned in response, losing himself further in the feeling of your cunt. After already coming inside you he was sensitive, yes, but he knew he would be able to handle it for longer this time, and he would make sure he felt you fish with his dick buried deep inside you.
You were completely unaware of this plan Tommy was already forming in his head, continuously whimpering at the small movements of your hips and how his soft cock was grinding along your walls. Oh.
All of a sudden you felt him hardening inside you, the soft grinds making the slow pleasure shooting through you more intense again, your whining getting louder.
Then Tommy was moving, he lifted off the bed with you still speared on his cock and his hands supporting your weight under your ass. He quickly dropped you onto the bed and lifted your thighs before pressing them down to your chest as far as they would go.
Your arms were still wrapped around Tommy’s bulky shoulders and before you could say anything, the man groaned and pulled his hips back.
When he thrust back into you the angle almost made you scream, and then Tommy kept going, setting a fast and brutal pace, the sounds of his hips slamming into yours echoing through the room and mixing with the wet squelching of your cunt.
You were trying desperately to hold on but to no avail, your arms dropped from around his shoulders and you buried your hands in the sheets beside your head.
Tommy was grunting with every harsh snap of his hips, relishing in every noise that escaped from your mouth. He was looking down at you which you didn’t notice since your eyes had rolled back in pleasure, and he was admiring how fucked out you looked. He couldn’t tear his eyes off of you because God help him– You were gorgeous.
When he leaned back just enough to be able to look at your cunt he groaned louder and sat back a little more, entranced by the way you were stretched open to accommodate the size of his cock. A ring of glistening wetness mixed with his come had formed around his cock and was making him drool behind the mask, your pussy was leaking onto the sheets and if Tommy had the ability to stop fucking you he would have leaned down and gotten a taste.
He would lick up your essence from the sheets if he had to.
Below him, you were moaning so loud your throat felt raw, your pleasured noises sounding more and more broken by the second. You swore you could feel Tommy in your throat with how deep he was stuffing his cock into you, how he was splitting your cunt open for him to bury himself inside like it was the only place on earth he cared about being.
Your orgasm wasn’t a surprise, you could feel it building and tensing in your stomach, what was a surprise was how violently it hit you. It started suddenly and intense, making you sob out Tommy’s name like a prayer as he fucked you through it. Your thighs were shaking in Tommy’s grip, unable to close around his bulk, and your hands were digging into and pulling at the sheets like they were the only thing keeping you afloat.
When your cunt started rhythmically squeezing around his cock, Tommy grunted and redoubled his effort, hitting the perfect spots deep inside you with every thrust and prolonging your orgasm until you couldn’t think straight anymore.
You were sure you felt Tommy come inside you again, felt the unmistakable warmth of him shooting ropes of come into your used pussy, heard the slew of groans and grunts that always escaped him, but he was still hard, still frantically pounding his cock into you.
Shortly after the first, a second orgasm crashed over you, the feeling of it making tears sting in your eyes before rolling down your cheeks as burning hot evidence of how wonderfully overwhelmed you were with the pleasure coursing through your body and making you feel better than you could handle.
Tommy didn’t falter once, he pushed your thighs down against your chest harder and bullied his cock into you through all the clenching your cunt was doing. He felt gushes of liquid spray out of you with every deep stroke and rumbled happily, looking down to see you soak the sheets and his hips as well as your own thighs.
When you had come down from your second peak you were sure you couldn’t handle any more, but Tommy kept going. He kept up his pace, kept you pinned down and kept grunting whenever you weakly tightened around his throbbing length.
“Tommy, I—-,” your words were interrupted by your own moans and whines but you kept going anyways, “I can’t, aah fuck, please. Tommy, please.”
What you had intended to be a plea for Tommy to come inside you again, the man currently using your cunt perceived as a request for him to make you come one more time.
So Tommy let go of one of your thighs and slid his hand to your clit before furiously rubbing over it with just enough pressure to make more tears spill from the corners of your eyes.
You truly didn’t think you could come again, convinced your cunt had done its job and done it well, but it was finished. Instead you felt a deep pressure where Tommy was pounding his cock into you and then you were crashing over the edge again.
Unbeknownst to you, your pussy was gushing again, spilling over Tommy’s fingers which were still rubbing over your clit and spraying the liquid even more.
You were helplessly twitching and shaking under the man, sobbing and moaning his name as you became more and more incoherent.
The intense feeling of your cunt squeezing around Tommy’s cock so tight he was sure he’d not be able to move anymore soon, made the man drop over the edge right behind you. He thrust into you hard, pumping his come as deep inside as he could get, stuffing you so full that some of it was being pushed back out and dripped down your ass onto the sheets.
Tommy was groaning and whining above you, lost in pleasure, but his fingers were still rubbing over your clit with abandon.
You came twice more, making more and more of a mess out of both your hips and the sheets before Tommy softened enough to have to stop moving, burying his cock as deep into you as possible, and finally stilling his fingers too.
When he looked back up at you properly and saw your face covered in wet streaks of tears at varying stages of drying, your eyes red, mouth open and drooling, he let out a series of concerned grunts and whines, wiping away the still wet tears on your face.
“I’m okay, love,” you barely managed to whisper out and looked up at Tommy with a delirious smile.
Tommy slowly let your thighs rest on the bed before carefully pulling out of you. He watched as an obscene amount of come spilled out after him, your exhausted whine mixing with his satisfied rumble.
He couldn’t help himself and lifted his hand to run his fingers over your swollen and red cunt, making you gasp and your hips twitch away from touch due to oversensitivity.
“Fuck, that was a lot,” you sighed and looked down at Thomas who tilted his head at you while stroking over your thigh slowly.
“And absolutely perfect,” you said at his silent question and smiled softly.
He kept stroking over your thighs while waiting for you to come down completely before picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom for a hot bath.
He made sure to clean you thoroughly, not letting you do a single thing as he took care of you, cooing softly when you whined as his hand dipped between your legs to wipe up the mess there. The hot water was doing wonders for your tired muscles and used cunt.
Once you helped Tommy clean himself up as well, blushing furiously when you realized just how much of the mess you were actually responsible for, you dried off and changed the sheets on the bed. Then you finally laid down with him with your head on his chest.
“So,” you said while trying not to grin too openly, “I can assume you want to do that again at some point?”
Tommy grunted softly and you looked up to find him nodding slowly.
“Without those?” you weakly pointed at the nightstand where the condoms were hidden and Tommy followed your indication before snapping his head back to you, nodding frantically. He pulled you fully onto his lap and pushed his hips up into yours, letting you feel his quickly hardening cock against your still fucked out and sensitive cunt.
“Not immediately now, Tommy,” you giggled incredulously, but let him turn you over to lay on the bed with your legs spread apart for him to slot between anyways.
Oh well.
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