what about tom finding out mid-sex that y/n has a choking kink and he just gets really friggin turned on jfhfjfjdjdjd (u dont have to do this but like if u do id die)
18+ !!!! contains nsfw material. extended warnings beneath cut.
warnings: choking kink, rough sex. practise kink responsibly pls.
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Tom’s got you pushed up against the bedroom door, one hand pressing into your waist, the other holding your leg up to his side. It’s rough: teeth clashing, spit flying, the harsh sounds of your bodies charging the air as he pounds into you relentlessly.
He can feel your hands, all slippery and hot from sweat, sliding over his naked torso. Your fingernails catch on his shoulders, leaving small red crescent-moon shapes to his skin as you cling onto him for dear life. He hooks your leg further around his side and it opens up your wet cunt, giving him easier access to slam deeply into you, and it makes him curse to see your eyes roll back as you whimper.
Tom is unrelenting, passionate, and it feels so good to have his cock buried up to the hilt in your pussy that he thinks he’s about to ascend to heaven.
“Tom,” you stammer out through gritted teeth, your voice rough and desperate. “More.”
Tom manages to quirk his eyebrow, his entire face pulled tight from the exertion of pounding into you over and over. “More?” He queries, his eyes widening. “I’m going flat out here, darling. What do you need?”
You whine, shaking your head when he moves the hand on your hip towards your clit. With trembling fingers, you grab his wrist and bring his hand up towards your face. You bite your lip, your eyes swirling with a dark, intense lust that takes Tom’s breath away as you tenderly press his hand to your throat.
“Choke me,” you beg. You nod desperately, your hair flying all over the place as Tom slows down his pace, replacing his furious thrusts with longer, drawn-out ruts of his hips as he tries to clear his mind.
“Choke you?” He repeats, the words slow and calculated. His eyes trace over your face, reading the heady need in your eyes and the way you’re chewing your lower lip. He swallows deeply. “Does my little angel want to get choked as I fuck her?”
The whimper that travels up your throat is so divine Tom almost loses it right there and then.
“Please,” you whisper, pulling at his shoulders. “Need it. I need it so much, Tom. W’nna feel your hand around my neck as your cock fucks me so deep.”
“Shit, okay.” Tom hesitates, his hand hovering lightly over the column of your neck. “Tap out if you don’t like it, okay?” And he doesn’t do anything until you nod your head fervently.
The noise you make when he experimentally pushes his fingers against your throat is enough to coax his pace back to speed. You strain against him, forcing him to add more pressure against your neck, and as you gasp for air, you pull him even closer, wrapping your leg further around him and forcing him deeper.
Tom goes back to fucking you hard, the sounds of your sloppy arousal mixing with the strangled whimpers and the gasps that slip past your lips. He doesn’t press too hard into you, because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but it seems the mere presence of his hand resting over your throat is erotic enough to give you the edge you need, and the sight is so radiant that Tom can’t stop himself from running wild with the dirty talk.
“Mmm, who would’ve known you’re such a kinky girl, Y/N?” He coos, grunting out between thrusts. At his words, he feels your cunt clench around him. “Such a pretty little thing, with my hand wrapped around your neck. Letting me fuck you so hard, too. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” you gasp out, your eyes fluttering shut as you grow overwhelmed from all the sensations. Your fingers slide between your legs to rub furiously over your pulsing bud, and Tom’s hand over your neck keeps you in place as your body starts to shake. “‘M your good girl, Tom.”
“Yes, you are.” He’s so fucking close. All those pretty strangled noises you’re making, and the way your body ruts down to meet his thrusts makes Tom feel like he’s going to explode, and going off the distant, blissed-out expression spreading over your face, he knows you are too. “Gonna let go for me, darling? I want you to cum for me.”
Your name tumbles from his mouth like a prayer as Tom fucks you through a mind-numbing high. Your figure quakes against the door but he holds you up, his fingers clasping your throat, holding you tightly as you thrash, and it’s so fucking erotic to see his hand around your neck as you fall apart for him that Tom lets your walls pull a hot release from his aching cock. He curses, his fingers falling loose as you grab at him, and you ride out your highs together, breathing heavily.
When you’ve both finished, Tom keeps his length nestled inside your warm, silky cunt, and brings his hands to rest on your sides. He eyes you curiously, his mouth pulling into an interested smirk as you bite at your lower lip.
“So… Choking, eh?”
Your eyes darken as you nod slowly. “It’s hot,” you say.
“Yeah.” Tom leans in and presses a hard kiss to your lips. “Didn’t peg you as such a kinky girl, though. What else are you hiding in there?” He asks, bringing up his hand to wrap in your hair.
You giggle softly, giving him a shrug so innocent that it makes his cock twitch.
“Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out.”
