Oneshots by worldoftom [t.h. x female]

Stress. *

Summary: "I need you to fuck the stress out of me. Please."

Words: 866

Warnings: oral (m receiving)

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You barely turned the corner from the bathroom into your bedroom, and Tom was reeling you in by the waist and lifting you up with his hands under your thighs.

"What is this?" you ask with a little giggle, surprised at the gesture, but never at his needy mood.

"Bad day at work," is all he says, sucking your lips into his mouth in a bruising kiss. You settle in against his chest, legs tight around his torso, settling on his hips with a tiny jump. "And I need you to fuck this stress out of me."

"Please," he adds straight into your mouth, collecting it in another kiss.

"There's no need to beg, baby."

You kiss him next with all your might, tongue and lips and teeth making his mouth hurt and his breath hitch, as you feel him back you up towards the bed. He drops you on the mattress with a groan and starts climbing onto it over you, but you have a different idea.

Since he needs this so badly, apparently.

"Sit down, Tommy," you instruct, one hand on the center of his chest. His heart is beating like a racehorse, fast and hard and unable to stop, and it feels like your palm is the only thing impeding it from bursting out of his chest.

"How about," you start, almost in a purr, sliding your hand down to cup his growing bulge. "I suck it all out of you instead?"

"Even better," Tom groans, pulling you by the hair for a sharp kiss before letting you go and watching you fall to your knees in a quick second.

He stares down at you as you kiss his belly, first over the t-shirt, then pulling it up a bit to reveal his chiseled muscles and the start of his v-lines disappearing into his clothes. You feel rather than hear the groan that escapes his throat when you start unbuttoning his jeans with one hand, the other still cradling him through the fabric.

He lets you do all the work, from undoing the buttons to scraping the zipper down at a turtle-slow pace to wrenching his jeans and briefs down as much as it goes with his ass on the mattress as it is. Soon his cock springs out for attention, hard and pretty and already wet at the tip, and you look up at him waiting for any signs of rejection.

Since there's none, only his eyes stuck into yours silently begging you to do something, you take him into your mouth. You suck on the tip with practiced strokes, hands moving to his hips to hold him in place, knowing he will fuck your face into oblivion from the way he was talking earlier and the way he's grunting and pulling impatiently at your hair, shoving your face further into his crotch.

The room turns into a mere shade in the back of your mind as you become dizzy from the idea of giving him so much pleasure that he has to moan like that, loud and praising you and telling you all about your pretty mouth, your pretty tongue, the pretty fucking hard pumps of your hand at his base. His voice so hot, it's probably a mortal sin.

"Ugh," he tries to say something else, but you twirl your tongue around him at the same time and you just know he loses all words. Tom keeps on moaning and making all sorts of lustful sounds, collecting himself soon enough to tell you how great you're doing. "Fuck, look at that mouth. Your lips, holy shit, so stretched they're losing color."

You dare to swipe your tongue across his slit when his eyes meet yours by chance, making him close his and release a groan so deep, it rumbles through his belly and comes out as more pre-cum through his tip.

Fisting harder around his length, you're decided to take this to a good end and go back to town, sinking almost up to the hilt. Your tongue laps on every inch of skin on the way down his shaft, and you run it up the underside of his cock, to end up sucking his tip back into your eager mouth.

"Holy shit," he suddenly cries, his fingers tightening in your hair and his hips darting off the bed, making you choke.

"I want you to come in my mouth, Tommy," you whisper suggestively when you pull away for a quick breath, diving back in immediately without him having time to respond even with a groan.

It emerges from his throat nonetheless, now that you're pumping him with one hand and sucking hard on the head of his cock, wanting to bring him all the way down to where he needed to be. You feel it twitching and his whole body tensing, and with one last swipe of your tongue, your mouth fills with his hot spunk.

You're barely done swallowing when Tom pulls you by your armpits onto the mattress, wrapping himself tight around you.

"That wasn't enough," he growls, before his hand dives straight into your sweats and you moan, loud, his fingers buried deep between your folds.