Prompt: You catch a sentimental little shiver when you hear those voices singing⊠though the real heat comes from what heâs doing to you while the carols play.
Pairing(s): TomĂĄs Vrbada x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, oral sex (f receiving), breath play, power dynamics, begging, praising, mild degradation, dry humping, mistletoe shenanigans, pussy drunk tomĂĄs, youâre a little meanie
A/N: sub tomĂĄs goes HARD đźâđšmy pretty baby boy
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The Shirai Ryu compound was quiet tonight, snow blanketing the forest outside, the crackling of far-off torches mingled with soft winter carols playing from the little speaker you insisted on bringing, and everything smelled faintly of pine and smoke.
Youâd been invited by TomĂĄs to help decorate the central hall for the clanâs holiday gathering.
Which, in hindsight, should have been your first clue he was planning something.
He had spent the last hour trailing behind you like a puppy, pretending to help while actually doing nothing except staring and gently brushing his fingers against you whenever he got the chance.
You reached up to hang another decoration, humming along to the carols, when suddenly you were tugged backward with a startled gasp, your back meeting a warm chest.
âTomĂĄsââ
He cut you off by pointing up.
Your eyes slowly trailed upward, blinking at the object hanging above the both of you.
A mistletoe.
When the hell did he even get mistletoe?
He looked so proud, too. Like heâd foraged it himself after a rigorous side quest.
âYou know the rule,â he murmured, eyes shining mischievously.
You shook your head and smirked, leaning in, expecting the soft, sweet kiss he normally gave you.
Instead, his hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer, tilting your head so he could lower his lips to your throat.
His mouth brushed against your pulse, slow and soft, your breath catching instantly.
Gentle carols echoed through ancient wooden hallways while TomĂĄs kissed your neck like it was the only tradition that mattered.
âTomĂĄsâŠâ you whispered.
He shivered.
âYou said,â he breathed against your skin, âthat if I ever caught you under a mistletoe⊠I could choose whatever kiss I wanted.â
His lips dragged lower, warmer, you could practically feel him trembling at the boldness of his own actions.
âAnd I want this.â
Your breath slipped out in a soft, pleased hum as his mouth found that sensitive spot on your neck.
âGo on, baby⊠take what you want,â you murmured, voice warm and coaxing as your fingers slid up to cradle the back of his neck. You rubbed slow circles into his skin, guiding him closer, encouraging every kiss he pressed to your throat.
TomĂĄs shuddered and his lips parted against your skin.
His teeth grazed down the side of your neck gently as he hauled you even tighter against him like he couldnât stand even an inch of space between you.
He started out strongâreally, he didâbut the moment your fingers slid into his hair and stroked the back of his neck, he fell apart like snow.
His breath stuttered against your skin as his grip on your hips tightened, and when his teeth dragged lazily down your throat, the shiver that ran through him almost matched yours.
You hummed, indulgent. âThatâs it⊠my good boy.â
He let out a whimper, muffling it into your neck, his whole body curling closer as if he could hide the sound there. His mouth trailed back up your throat in slow kisses, each one hotter than the last.
You could feel how hard his heart was pounding against you, giving him away completely.
âY-you canât just say things like thatâŠâ he breathed, kissing along your jaw like he was confessing a sin.
âLike what, baby?â you teased, tilting your head so he had even more access.
âThat I can⊠take what I wantâŠâ Another kiss, another shaky inhale. âYou know what that does to meâŠâ
You smirked, sliding your hand to the nape of his neck, thumb drawing slow circles that made his knees wobble.
âThatâs exactly why I said it.â
He whined softly and pressed himself flush against you, nuzzling like he was already half-gone from the heat of you.
âThen⊠I want youâŠâ he breathed, desperate and sweet in equal measure.
You turned your head just enough to brush his lips with a smile.
âHelp me hang the rest of these, and then you can have me, yeah?â
TomĂĄs shivered at the tone you used, spine straightening like heâd been given a sacred command.
ââŠOkayâŠâ he whispered, obedient and needy, ready to earn what he wanted.
He practically launched himself at the decorations, hanging each one with the frantic precision of a man racing the clock.
And honestly?
It was adorable watching him scramble around the room like a panicked holiday elf desperate for his reward.
The second the last ornament was secured, TomĂĄs grabbed your hand and dragged you down the hallway. You barely had time to laugh before he yanked you into his room, shut the door with a thud, and pulled you flush against him.
He was breathing hard.
Hands settled at your waist, fingers curling in the fabric of your clothes like you might disappear. His head dipped, nose brushing yours, lips hovering so close you could feel the tremble in them. His breath hitched, soft and pleading.
You let the silence stretch, keeping your lips just out of reach. A hum slipped from you, low and thoughtful, as if you werenât absolutely aware of how he was quivering under your hands.
He swallowed, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his forehead to yours, voice barely a breath.
ââŠPleaseâŠâ
You smiled at the little plea in his voice before taking his chin between your fingers. The second your lips met his, TomĂĄs melted. His shoulders softened, breath stuttering against your mouth as he kissed you back with all the restraint of a man terrified he might break the moment if he got too eager.
You walked him backward with slow, steady pressure, keeping your mouth on his until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. The kiss broke only when he fell onto it, looking up at you with blown pupils and a chest rising too fast.
You dragged your gaze down his body, then back up to his eyes, letting him see exactly how much control he was handing you.
âDidnât I say you could take what you wanted?â you murmured.
He swallowed, nodding a little too slowly, like he wasnât sure if he was allowed to.
You tipped your head, teasing, voice a soft blade sliding under his skin.
âThen whatâs stopping you?â
His fingers twitched.
Heat flared pink across his ears.
âTake what you want, baby boy.â
His inhale was sharp, almost shaky, and he reached up, tentative at first, then bolder when you didnât pull away, hands sliding over your thighs as he gently tugged you into his lap. His touch stayed careful, reverent, like you were something sacred he was finally allowed to touch.
He looked up at you from beneath his lashes, breath unsteady, body warm and trembling under your hands.
He made quick, almost frantic work of your clothes, like every layer keeping him from you was personally offending him, but the moment you were bare in front of him, everything slowed.
His hands went still, breath catching at the sight of you.
Then, like he was touching something holy, his palms slid up your thighs, over your hips, along the curve of your waist. He traced every dip and slope, memorizing you with his hands before his eyes even dared follow.
TomĂĄs laid back without breaking eye contact, guiding you gently up his body, over his stomach and chest, until you were straddling him right across the broad span of it. His hands rested on your thighs, thumbs stroking slow, nervous arcs into your skin.
He swallowed hard.
Then, voice soft and breathy enough to make your core clench, he whispered.
âI⊠want to eat you out. Can I?â
Your breath hitched, warmth blooming low and fast.
God, he was so politeâso eager. So overwhelmed with wanting you he had to ask like that.
You cupped his cheek, leaning down just a little.
âSweet boyâŠâ you cooed, amused and fond all at once. âYou donât have to ask so sweetly.â
His fingers dug into your thighs, shivering under you at the praise already halfway undone, waiting for permission.
âCan I touch you too, baby?â you murmured, voice so gentle it made his breath stutter.
TomĂĄs nodded immediatelyâblushing, shy, but so desperate for your hands you felt it in the way his thighs trembled beneath you.
You smiled and shifted, turning around before slowly lowering yourself over his face. The second you straddled him, his hands flew to your hips.
âTake as long as you want,â you cooed, voice dripping affection and promise.
Then you leaned forward, fingers already working on the ties of his sash.
TomĂĄs inhaled sharply, nose brushing your heat so close he could taste the warmth even before touching you. And then, with one tentative swipe of his tongue along your slit, he moaned. Loud, wrecked, like the first taste of you short-circuited every functioning thought he had.
The sound shot straight through you.
You shivered, undoing the last knot of his sash before sliding your hand down, palming the thick outline of him through his boxers. He whimpered into you, an open, needy sound that vibrated deliciously against your folds before he latched onto you properly.
His mouth sealed around you, tongue dragging, tasting, savoring like a man whoâd been starved.
You stroked him through the fabric, feeling how hard he already was for you, how his hips twitched at every pass of your hand.
Beneath you, TomĂĄs was already slipping into that blissed-out, pussy-drunk state he always spiraled into when he had you on his tongueâlost in your taste, in your scent, in the weight of you on his face.
A soft moan spilled from your lips as his tongue worked you open, your fingers tightening around the base of his cock. He bucked weakly into your touch, breath hitching against your folds, but he didnât stop. If anything, the shaky little gasp only made him bury himself deeper into you, tongue gliding with messy devotion.
You dipped your hand lower, freeing him from his boxers. His cock slapped up against his stomach, already twitching, leaking just from tasting you.
âSuch a good boy,â you whispered, letting your breath fan over the swollen tip.
TomĂĄs whimpered into your pussy, sound vibrating through you like a spark. You rewarded him with a soft kiss placed right on the tip making his thighs tremble.
Then you took him in your mouth.
His hips jerked before he forced them back down with a strangled sound, trying so hard to be good for you that it made your stomach flip.
You hollowed your cheeks around him gently, savoring the weight of him, the taste of him. You bobbed your head once⊠twice⊠and that was all it took.
A broken whine tore out of him, swallowed against your slick, his tongue faltering for a moment before he rallied, licking you greedily, as if matching your pace would keep him grounded.
It wasnât workingâhe was falling apart already.
You dragged your lips up his shaft deliberately slow, stopping right at the swollen tip. Your tongue flicked against it and you felt his whole body shudder beneath you.
Then you tapped his hip three times.
Permission.
That was all he needed.
TomĂĄsâ restraint shattered instantly. His hips surged up, thrusting into your mouth in messy, needy strokes with absolutely no rhythm, just pure desperation. He chased the warmth of your lips like heâd been starving for it, little breathless sounds spilling as he fucked your mouth helplessly.
Spit pooled at the base of his cock, slicking everything, dripping down in warm rivulets over his balls. You cupped them gently, rolling them the way you knew would make his entire brain short-circuit.
He moaned straight into your slit, the sound vibrating through you. Then he lost the last ounce of sanity he had left, shoving his tongue inside you and dragging you down onto his face. His arms locked around your waist, holding you there like he needed every drop of you, like heâd die if he couldnât taste you properly.
He moaned loudly againâmuffled and filthy, the vibration nearly made your vision flicker.
He was devouring you, trying to pull your orgasm out with his mouth the same way he was thrusting into yours: desperate and completely addicted.
And gods help him, he wanted you to fall apart before he did.
You were already moaning around his length, soft and needy, your hips rolling helplessly against his tongue. You pulled off him for a moment, panting, and cupped his balls gently as you praised him, voice breathless and warm.
âSuch a good boy for me⊠doing so wellâŠâ
TomĂĄs whimpered like the sound alone was enough to break him open. You didnât give him a second to recover, swallowing him again, taking him deeper this time, feeling him twitch on your tongue.
His mouth got messy. His tongue pushed deeper, faster, lapping greedily at everything you gave him. He was babbling into your coreâtiny, frantic, desperate little sounds.
Your slick was running down his chin, dripping onto his neck in warm streaks like he was drowning in you. And he was. Happily.
You suddenly lifted your hips just enough to reposition then sat fully on his face, sealing him beneath you. He choked out a moan of pure bliss, arms tightening instantly around your thighs as if he was terrified youâd move away.
âOhâTomasâŠ!â you cried out, grinding down harder, your whole body trembling. âBaby boy⊠Iâm so closeâŠâ
He answered you with a sound that was halfâwhine, halfâpraise, sucking your clit into his mouth like he was trying to drag your orgasm out of you with sheer devotion.
You gasped sharply, head tipping back as your eyes fluttered shut, pleasure rolling through you in hot, uncontrollable waves. Your hips moved on instinctâmessy, desperate, riding him like you needed it to breathe.
And TomĂĄs stayed exactly where you put him.
His breath was shallow, almost nonexistent, but he didnât dare tap out, not when you were so close. Not when you were shaking above him. Not when he could taste every pulse of your pleasure on his tongue.
He moaned weakly into you, the vibration making your thighs quiver. His tongue flattened beneath you, giving you the perfect surface to grind against. His hands clamped tighter on your thighs, holding you down firmly, choosing your orgasm over oxygen.
That did it.
Your body seized up, pleasure exploding through you as you came hard on his tongue, grinding helplessly while he eagerly took everything you gave him.
Your high crashed over you in trembling waves until your muscles finally gave out. Thatâs when you felt it.
His breath.
Barely there.
Your eyes snapped open, chest hitching as you lifted yourself just enough for him to breathe.
âTomasâ!â you gasped, realizing how shallow his breathing had become.
He inhaled sharply, chest rising heavily, then exhaled a shaky, bliss-drunk laugh, his lips shiny with your release. His arms were still around your thighs, like he didnât want to let you go even now.
He blinked up at you, pupils blown wide.
âD-did I⊠do good?â he whispered, voice hoarse and ruined.
Your warm laugh rolled straight through him, and TomĂĄs shivered like youâd touched a live wire to his spine.
You lifted yourself off his face, his tongue still twitching uselessly in the air where youâd been, and turned around. His dazed eyes blinked up at you, cheeks smeared with your slick, lips swollen, breathing ragged.
He looked wrecked.
And so stupidly pretty because of it.
You sat down on his lap, your drenched folds parting around his length, smearing your release down his shaft, his back arching off the mattress as the pleasure raked through his body.
âAhâ!â he yelped, hands flying to your hips like he was begging to anchor himself before he dissolved.
You rolled your hips slowly again, dragging your soaked cunt along his entire length. TomĂĄsâs head dropped back against the pillows, breath stuttering like he couldnât remember how to inhale.
âGood boyâŠâ you purred, leaning forward slightly so your weight pressed him deeper against the sheets. âYou did so good for me. Ate me out so well..â
A strangled whine clawed its way up his throat.
His fingers tightened on your hips, unable to hold still, hips giving small, helpless jerks up into you, seeking friction he couldnât have yet.
âYouâre making meâ nghââ he tried, voice cracking halfway through the sentence.
Your smile turned wicked.
âSensitive?â you finished for him, grinding again, dragging your clit over the thick ridge near his tip. âWorked up? Addicted?â
He whimpered.
Your slick coated him with each pass, dripping down the sides of his shaft, sticking to his lower stomach, making everything hot, messy and perfect.
His entire body trembled under you.
âTomasâŠâ you cooed, leaning so close he felt your breath on his throat, âmy sweet baby boy⊠you wanna cum, donât you?â
His eyes fluttered open, unfocused and pleading.
âIâ mmhâ I do⊠I really⊠pleaseââ
âShhâŠâ you soothed, brushing your thumb across the flushed head of his length, making him choke on a groan. âWhere do you want to cum?â
His lips parted, but nothing came out.
His breath hitched, hips lifting, thighs shaking, precum leaking in thick beads that smeared across your folds with every glide.
You slowed your movements intentionally, watching his eyes roll back from the sensitivity.
âUse your words, baby,â you whispered. âTell me where you want to finish.â
His voice finally broke free, fragile and wrecked.
âI⊠I wantââ He swallowed hard, chest heaving. âInside. Please. Inside you. Please, pleaseâŠâ
He was begging you breathlessly now.
âY/n,â he pleaded, hands clutching your hips like prayer beads. âPlease⊠I want to cum inside youâŠâ
You paused your movements.
His breath hitched like youâd just yanked the ground out from under him.
You tilted your head, studied his face, then dragged your slick folds down to his aching tip and stopped, letting him feel the warmth of you.
âInside?â you echoed sweetly.
He nodded frantically, hopeful.
You traced a single fingertip down his trembling stomach, slow and cruel, watching him try not to cry from how close he was.
âHm,â you murmured, pretending to think it over.
âYouâre awfully greedy tonight, baby. Begging after working me up and making me cum on your face?â
His breath shuddered.
âY-yesâ I meanâ Iâm sorryâ I⊠I justââ
âThat wasnât a complaint.â
You smirked.
âI like you greedy.â
His hips jerked up instinctively, trying to slide into you. You lifted your hips, the tip missing completely, and he whimpered like a kicked puppy.
âBabyâŠâ you scolded, faux-sweet, nails dragging lightly across his inner thigh. âDid I tell you to move?â
âN-no,â he whispered, voice breaking at the edges.
âThen be still.â
He nodded, panting hard, chest rising and falling so quickly it almost looked like heâd run miles.
You leaned down, lips brushing his ear.
âYou want inside?â
âPlease,â he breathed.
You smiled, grinding down just enough for your folds to slick his entire length again.
He sobbed.
A tiny, helpless, wrecked sound.
Your heart softened instantly.
âAw⊠baby boyâŠâ you cooed, finally placing your hands on his chest and slowly sinking down, letting his tip breach you slowly.
His entire body jerked violently.
âF-fuckâ!â he choked, head pushing back into the pillow, mouth falling open in shock.
You went slower, just to savor the way his face crumpled.
âIâve got you,â you whispered, sinking another inch, hugging his trembling thighs with your own. âYouâve been so good for me⊠how could I not let you cum inside?â
He whimpered again, grabbing your hips like he was afraid youâd disappear.
You slid down the rest of him, taking him to the hilt in one slow, decadent glide.
His hands flew up your spine, gripping desperately.
âO-oh⊠gods⊠Iâ I canât⊠I canâtââ
âYes you can,â you murmured, rolling your hips. âYou can give it to me.â
You clenched around him hard, feeling him twitch helplessly inside you.
âCum inside me, baby.â
He broke, sobbing as his pleasure surged within you.
âAhâ Y/n! I⊠ngh⊠Iâm c-comingâ!â
Hot pulses spilled deep inside you, his whole body shaking, clinging to you like you were the only thing anchoring him to reality.
You held him through it, kissing his jaw, his cheek, his lips, letting him ride it out until he slumped beneath you, whimpering and overwhelmed.
When his breathing finally steadied, you smirked against his throat. âYou still want more, baby boy?â
The way his already-softening length twitched inside you?
Sorry for the inactivity but it occurred to me that I forgot to publicly post out beloved and morally questionable wine and cheese boy, well here he is! This is him at age 26, Aurelio is always meant to be the oldest RO but I wanted to give players the option of having him start in either his late twenties or in his early thirties like I originally planned. Just to avoid a huge age gap that might make some people uncomfortable, especially since MC starts at 18 years old and they could potentially start dating him a few years later.
Done once again by the wonderful @lottie-for-short, give them all the love and support expeditiously please.
I will also try to answer a few asks today, I have a bit of free time since my morning meeting got cancelled!
Thank you all for your patience with me and love for my story. đ
in which headcanons explain how Tomas would love on his lil' thang
a/n: since bi han's did so well... also inspired by real events (my bf)
ship[s]: tomas vrbada x fem!reader (headcanons)
warning(s): MDNI beyond a certain point, reader is between 5'-5'3, smut, spanking,
- Tomas is from Prague, Czechia, and their average height of men is 5'10. however.... this is my HC list. i think he drank a lot of milk, so he's 6'3 i can do whatever i want
- short!fem!reader and piggyback rides from Tomas. she feels like a koala on a tree, hugging tightly on her "log" as he carries her around whenever and wherever. sometimes, she'll even get fed little snacks
- short!fem!reader loves being little spoon, and Tomas doesn't complain about it either. he likes to have you fit in his chest perfectly, all curled up like a cat as you snore lightly in your sleep. bonus points for him if he rubs your belly
- short!fem!reader and Tomas's huge clothes that swallow her completely. the sleeves of his formal attire droop low and over her wrists, and Tomas smiles happily at the sight of her in his huge clothes ("darling, you do not fit in my clothes." "it's mine, and i don't care.")
- short!fem!reader getting constant, consistent head pats from the european man. yes, Bi Han and Kuai Liang give her head pats, but Tomas will always give it- no questions asked. you place his hand on your head? head pats. he finds you about to fall asleep? head pats + massages
- short!fem!reader and "kabedon". Tomas always finds a way to pin her against the wall, and doing hella cringe stuff as he flirts with you. he'll see her walking, minding her own business, then suddenly her arms are over her head as his head leans in. ("are you lost, baby girl?" he'll ask, and she'll be in a laughing fit)
- short!fem!reader, who always asks Tomas to help her reach stuff (because he loves the feeling of being able to help as well)
- short!fem!reader, who sometimes gets thrown over his shoulder when you become super hyperactive. it's embarrassing, but it calms you down so you can't really complain (if it aint broke, don't fix it)
MDNI =================
- Tomas, who will suffocate himself in her slick cunt as he eats her out. like a starved man, he ravishes her little peach. he'll 69 too, just so he can control your hips and keep your sensitive bud close to his mouth as he licks your sopping wet cunt up
- Tomas, who will fuck her standing up. hands firmly on her hips or ass, bouncing her up and down, feeling her gummy walls hold on tight on his cock as he fucks her
- Tomas, who just... manhandles her. perks of being so small, she doesn't really weigh much in his arms (i mean... he's thrown around men bigger), so being thrown around feels great
- Tomas, who loves to explore with his hands. he'll always make her remember too- "do you like when my hands are all around? hmm love?" (and she loves it too, her hands always guiding his to different parts of her body for him to squeeze and touch)
- Tomas, who marks your body without a care in the world. he has a thing for marking: hickies on your neck and back, spankings on both cheeks, little love bruises on your legs and belly- a bite mark somewhere
- Tomas, who pins her down always. remember the kabedon nonsense? yeah, he'll always mean it in the bedroom. wrists bound by his huge hands, making eye-contact with her as he methodically fucks her
- Tomas, who almost certainly has a breeding kink. "you'll look so pretty, so round and full" or "gonna give me big, strong heirs, love? be good 'n take all of me?" graphic descriptions of her carrying on his legacy (and she fuckin leaks for it)
- Tomas, who loves when you cock-warm him after the sex is done. he's press your hips down, the tip of his cock just kissing the entrance of your (full) womb
