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extended warnings: choking, fingering, slight degradation. pls take care if you practice harder elements such as choking!!!!

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Tom’s got you pressed against your bedroom door, fingers lightly grazing your throat. It’s like a dance—every time you press into his hand too eagerly, he just tightens his grasp and pushes you back down against the wooden surface. When you aren’t eager enough, he loosens his hand until you’re straining forward against it, desperate to feel his touch, aching for the pressure on your throat. Tom’s smirk is unyielding—lying loud and proud over his face.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He murmurs.

You’re almost completely naked—clad only in a matching pink bralette and pantie duo. Your boyfriend is shirtless, but he’s still in his tough denim jeans. The blue is scorched dark, and you can make out the line of his straining cock, but any urge you felt to help him out fell away the moment he’d pushed you up against your door and decided to entertain you. Now your focus is entirely elsewhere.

“Please,” you whine.

Tom has been teasing you with his mouth, just as much as his hand. He’s been holding his kisses hostage. He knows how much you love to kiss him, and he’s weaponised that knowledge against you. As his other hand gently caresses the swells of your covered boobs, his lips linger barely in front of you, pulled into a smirk.

“What do you want, darling?” He asks, lips barely ghosting yours.

You push forward, straining to kiss him, and feeling his hand on your throat get more intense in response. It’s worth it for the brief second you get with his mouth pushing back against yours, but then you have to collapse against the door, wheezing in a breath.

“Let me kiss you,” you whimper. You moan softly as Tom’s hand slips beneath the lacy material of your bra and two fingers play with your nipple, tweaking it gently, igniting a fire between your legs.

“Aww,” he coos. Tom pulls your bra up, shoving it out of the way before dipping his head down. You whimper and throw your head back as his lips nuzzle at your breasts, leaving hard, sucking kisses to your skin until you’re moaning. Once he’s paid attention to both of your boobs, he lets his tongue lap out across the peak of your tit. “My needy baby wants a kiss.”

“Yeah.”

Tom stands straighter, apparently satisfied with the way his spit glistens on your chest. You know if he checked, he’d find your slit wet and throbbing.

“How badly do you want it, though?”

He’s back to ghosting his lips over yours, moving away every time you lean forwards to try and capture his lips in yours. He watches through dark eyes as you strain against his hand, his nose brushing yours as your body shivers in enjoyment. It makes you cunt throb to feel the pressure he inflicts on your throat due to your desperation.

“Fuck,” he whispers, voice close. “So desperate you’d be willing to choke yourself for one, tiny kiss.”

“Yeah,” you whimper, voice pulled tight from the pressure. Once more, you manage to reach his lips, only to find yourself separating a moment later when you’re forced to fall back and collect your breath.

“I wonder what else you’re so needy for…”

Tom’s hand wanders down from your chest, slipping across the soft curve of your stomach before nestling between your legs. You part your thighs and he digs two fingers beneath the waistband of your thong, sliding them down and finding home in your slit.

“Shit, angel. Is this all for me?” Tom asks, keeping his eyes on your face. You keep eye contact with him as he chokes you lightly, his other hand toying with your clit for a few moments before slipping down and sliding into your wet heat. You moan loudly as he curves his fingers and starts to slowly thrust them into you, dragging against your cunt in the most rewarding ways.

“Yeah, Tom,” you whimper. “Just for you.”

It’s so much: the combined sensations of his heavy hand pressing into your neck as the fingers of his other explore your centre. He fucks into you faster and curves his thumb up to nudge your clit, and the added pressure to the tingling bud makes you squirm against the door.

“Shh, babe,” he mutters, “Wouldn’t want to wake up the rest of the people on your floor, would you?” He smirks, and the sight makes your cunt tighten around his digits. “We wouldn’t want to have to gag you too, would we?”

Both of you know that you’d love that, but for the sake of ease, you shake your head and try to be quieter.

“Fuck, though…” He goes back to admiring your form—the way your chest heaves, and your neck strains against his hand as you continue to try and kiss him. “You’re so hot. Squeezing my fingers so tightly… Do you want to cum?”

You nod, sucking your lower lip between your teeth as you whimper.

“Please.”

Tom drops his lips against your cheek before suspending them just in front of your mouth, teasing you again.

“If you can reach my mouth and kiss me, I’ll let you cum,” he says, voice cruel but soft at the edges. “If you can’t… Well, I guess you don’t want it bad enough.”

You almost lose it there and then, sinking into his teasing as his fingertips massage your g-spot, but you’re determined not to disobey. With renewed strength, you push away from the door and stretch to kiss him. Tom chokes you, just how you like it—strong and firm, fingers holding the sides of your neck, and you’re breathless as you finally reach his lips and kiss him. Your eyes roll back as you fall into climax, Tom’s hand falling away from your throat and going to anchor your waist in place as you whimper and cum over his hand, your inner walls clenching around his digits as he fucks into you through it.

When you come down from it, you’re tired but blissed out. Tom’s lips trail over your neck, following the line that he’d had his fingers choking you along, and you sigh softly as he soothes you.