ok hear me out,, sitting on mob!toms face but he controls all your movements and how many times you cum — @marvelouspeterparker
scream
-- finishing up mob monday --
contains nsfw; extended warnings beneath cut
warnings: dom!tom, face riding (?), 69, cockwarming, multiple orgasms. if ur dabbling with power play irl pls use a safe word. stay safe.
You can feel Tom everywhere.
His strong hands, shifting over the backs of your thighs, your spine, your front, your chest. He moves them swiftly, constantly, never leaving one place unattended for too long, drawing out your eager whines with his caresses. Whenever you get a little frisky, he brings his palms back to your hips and weighs them down, keeping you exactly where he wants you, no matter how much you squirm and wriggle.
He’s got his face buried between your legs, his tongue devouring your weeping centre. He’s been there for what feels like forever, moaning against your tender cunt as he sucks on your sweetness and makes you come over and over again. He’d started off gentle and tender - working you up to your first orgasm with slow sucks and wet, lazy kisses to your clit - but now he’s going for it, seeming to enjoy the way you spasm every time he flicks out his tongue particularly harshly. Your folds feel tender and stimulated, and you cry out every time he lets his hot mouth wander away from your sore bud to your weeping entrance.
“Tom,” you moan, tossing your head back. You have your hands resting on the curves of your boobs, as instructed, and your knuckles lose blood every time you clench your fingers into tight fists. “Shit, Tom, I can’t do another one.” Your voice comes out breaking - wispy and fragile. It’s already been two - two earth-shattering orgasms, from his tongue alone - and you can feel your bud pulsing weakly. As he drags his mouth across your slit, you whimper and shake your head. “I can’t.”
When you continue to try to shy away from his probing tongue, Tom pulls back. He holds your hips, and you pant for breath as you try to recover, your core throbbing. The sight of his face - flushed, red and rosy pink, with a mix of your arousal and his saliva coating his chin - makes you whimper again.
“Really?” He says, voice flat. He quirks an eyebrow, and you feel your cunt clench. “You can’t take another orgasm, or you’re being greedy and want to come on my cock instead?” When an expression of guilt shadows your face, Tom barks out a laugh. “I know you too well, angel. I know exactly what you want.” His brings a hand down, briefly slapping over the curve of your ass. As you cry out, he leans in to kiss your soft inner thigh. “Too bad this isn’t about you.”
You bite your lower lip, rounding out your eyes as you plead with him. “But please, Tom,” you try, “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
Tom's eyes darken a shade, and he releases a short chuckle. You recognise that look. That’s the, you’re in trouble look. “I’m really fed up hearing you talk,” he says. “If you want my cock so much, turn around and keep it warm. Maybe that’ll shut you up so I can enjoy tasting my pussy.”
The noise you release is a strangled whimper, and you find yourself complying as Tom palms at your hips and turns you around. With your body facing the lower half of his body, you feel his hands part your thighs against before his tongue trails through your slit once more.
You slump, falling down over his lower torso, and then you reach out for his length and eagerly take it into your hands. The end of his cock is red and flushed, leaking beads of salty precum that spread over your tongue as you slowly ease his length into your mouth. You start to suck him off, moaning around him and enjoying the stretch to your mouth, but then Tom pulls away from you again.
“I didn’t say you could suck me off,” he grunts. “Hold it in your mouth.” When you whimper, he chuckles again. “You have to earn it, sweetheart.” All you can do is hum around his length, and then jerk up as you feel his tongue back on your clit. Tom’s hands wind around your hips, holding you back, and between his assault on your tingling bud, he gets out, “I’m going to keep you here, on my mouth, and I’m going to make you come, over and over, until you forget your name.” He passes his tongue against your weeping hole, tenderly giving you a few thrusts with his hot muscle. “This is my cunt, darling. You won’t be forgetting that any time soon.”
