take me in your arms and hold me tight

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
Relationship: Thoma (Genshin Impact)/Reader
Character: Thoma (Genshin Impact), Reader
Additional Tags: Service Top, service top thoma is so real and canon, source: me, Plot
What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff and Smut, Praise Kink, lots and lots
and LOTS of praise, Body Worship, Reader is Not Ying | Lumine
(Genshin Impact), Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Missionary
Position, Vanilla
Stats: Published: 2021-11-06 Words: 3811

take me in your arms and hold me tight

by seakicker

Summary

You've told Thoma multiple times that he's allowed to be more selfish, but he never seems
to learn.

Notes

THOMA (SOBS EVERYWHERE) HE'S SO PERFECT

he reminds me of a golden retriever he's so fucking cute.... i would die for him. he makes
the best service top ever ugh just a man who wants to make you feel so, so good without
even caring about whether or not he gets off too.... my perfect boy. an Angel

enjoy!

See the end of the work for more notes

He’s always like this.

You’ve told him before that he doesn’t need to dote on you so much, that he doesn’t need to spend
all this time on you and that you’d be happy (thrilled, even) to pay him back for all his kindness,
but every time you insist that he lie back and let you take care of him, he just shakes his head with
a sheepish smile and declines your offer.
“But making you feel good is what I want,” he had explained once as he kissed down your soft
breasts, taking care to kiss every inch of skin in his path. “As strange as it might sound… making
you feel good makes me feel good, my love.”

What do they call this kind of person again? A people-pleaser (pleasing in more ways than one)? A
service top? Well, in any case, the simple truth of the matter is that your boyfriend, Thoma, just
will not lie back and let you take care of him— he always insists on doing the opposite, promising
that there’s no greater pleasure for him than being able to make you feel good.

As is the case right now as you lie splayed out on your back on the plush covers of Thoma’s futon,
legs spread wide as he lies by your side, face buried in your neck. He has a hand slipped between
your parted legs to play with your clit, lips kissing gently at your neck as he murmurs praises over
and over against your skin. You’re already naked; Thoma’s always quick to take your clothes off
because he’s just always so excited to see your lovely body bared for him, every inch of skin on
constant display for his loving gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” Thoma whispers with a smile, mouthing lazily at the curve where your neck
meets your shoulder. “I love you so much. I love you.”

“Love you too,” you murmur back, breathing in a shaky breath when he ghosts a finger over your
sensitive clit. “Love you so much, Thoma.”

“You know I love to hear you say that,” he hums happily, giving your neck another gentle kiss. He
chuckles when your hips arch up into his touch as he continues to work your clit quickly enough to
work you up, but not quick enough to bring you to orgasm. He always takes his time with you; he
takes so much time with foreplay that you having to beg him to hurry up and fuck you already is
far from a rare occurrence.

His love of foreplay is out of equal parts concern, as he wants to make sure you’re properly
prepared before he slides his cock into you, and equal parts desire — there’s just nothing he loves
more than taking his time with your body and making you feel as good as he possibly can. Thoma
always spends what feels like hours working you with his lips, tongue, and fingers before he ever
pushes himself into you, bringing you to orgasm over and over again before he ever has a single
orgasm. He wants your thighs shaking against the sides of his head and your pussy squirting into
his wanting mouth before he ever wants to bother with getting himself off.

“I love the way your body responds to me,” Thoma murmurs against your neck, eyes flitting down
to watch how your hips arch into his touch with each circle his thumb traces around your clit.
“You’re so cute! I love how your hips arch up like this… do you want more?”

“Please,” you breathe, back arching up off the bed and shoving your hips into his hand so he’s all
but cupping your bare pussy. Thoma obliges, expertly rubbing your clit with the pad of his thumb
as you let out squeaks and moans of his name. “Feels good, feels so good…”

“Yeah? Do you like that?” Thoma asks, kissing up your neck to place a line of smooches along
your jaw. That’s probably the question he asks most during sex; he always wants to make sure
you’re enjoying yourself, after all. What good is having you in bed with him if you’re not enjoying
yourself as much as possible?

You make a hum of confirmation and he smiles against your cheek, kissing your jaw softly and
shifting himself so he’s lying as close to you as possible. “You’re beautiful. Have I told you that
today?”

Giggling, you whisper his name softly when he slowly runs his finger down to circle around your
pussy, groaning lowly at the simple feeling of how wet you are for him already. You turn your
head to the side as best you can, and Thoma chuckles, knowing what you’re silently asking for
without even having to guess. He’s learned to pick up on all the cute little habits, behaviors, and
quirks you have during sex, and he can always, always tell when you’re asking for a kiss.

Thoma tilts his head to the side and captures your lips with his, sighing softly against your mouth
as he tentatively dips a finger into your pussy. The angle his wrist is at is only slightly awkward,
and he can’t really properly finger you like this, so he opts instead to trace his fingers back up to
your clit to tease you there some more. The moan you let out against his lips is more than worth the
change in plans— he loves how your breath hitches in your throat and your moans pitch up high as
he begins to work your clit faster and faster, gently swirling his finger around the sensitive bundle
of nerves as you shyly grind your hips down into his hand.

“So cute,” Thoma breathes against your lips. “You’re doing so well for me… does it feel good?”

You nod slightly and moan back against his mouth, and he chuckles in response— you’re just so
cute. He’s so in love that some days he wonders how he was ever able to live before you came
along.

You obediently part your lips to allow Thoma to slide his tongue into your mouth, lazily tangling
his tongue with yours as he swallows up every moan, gasp, and whimper you make. Archons, he
could be with you like this for hours upon hours— lying nude by your side, kissing you
passionately and deeply, and getting you off over and over again with his hands as you moan and
cry his name.

“You’re so lovely,” Thoma pants, pressing himself as close to you as he possibly can. “I can’t get
enough of you, my love. You’re so beautiful…”

His praise makes you flush, smiling sheepishly against his lips as he pants against your wet lips.
You go to reply, but the only noise that leaves your mouth is a soft moan of his name when he
presses his finger hard into your sensitive clit. Thoma watches as your back arches off the bed
before you settle your body back down onto the sheets, and he pulls back with an embarrassed
smile.

“Was that too much?” Thoma asks, bringing his fingers away from your clit for a moment to give
you the proper room to reply. You shake your head, parting your legs wider and kissing his cheek.

“No, not at all,” you answer. “Felt really good…” Your words trail off into a soft moan when
Thoma lovingly squeezes your thigh with one of his hands, offering you one more kiss to your lips
before he sits upright.

“I’m glad,” he says, and you’re about to ask what he’s doing before he answers your question by
moving to lie between your legs. He moves his hands to gently part your thighs wider for him,
pressing a line of gentle kisses up one of your legs as he massages your hips with his talented
hands.

“So pretty,” Thoma hums, glancing up at you as he continues to kiss up one of your soft thighs.
“Oh, you’re so lovely. It’s not fair; I almost can’t take it! You look so beautiful right now, looking
at me with such a cute face…” You’re looking at him so eagerly and it’s driving him downright
mad; your eyes are wide with anticipation and your mouth’s parted in a soft pant as he kisses his
way up one thigh, over your lower tummy, and down the other thigh to your knee.

“I could kiss this lovely body for hours,” he muses, but that’s the thing— he always takes his time
kissing all over your body, so that situation is far from hypothetical if he does it every single time.
Even if you try to offer to pay him some attention as well, he just shakes his head with a smile and
asks you to lie back for him so he can spoil you properly.

“So pretty,” Thoma repeats, punctuating each little praise with another kiss to your leg. “Beautiful.
Lovely. Gorgeous. So, so perfect. I love you.”

You smile and run a hand through his blond hair, tousling his bangs and moaning his name when
he plants his mouth over your dripping pussy before he groans at your heavenly taste. He reaches a
hand up towards your stomach, and you, having grown familiar with his nonverbal cues, take his
hand in yours and squeeze his palm tight. He’s always been big on holding hands with you during
sex; he swears it makes the entire scene that much more intimate. You’re inclined to agree, and the
way he always gives your hands little periodic squeezes during the act makes your heart flutter.
When he’s slowly thrusting into you missionary style with his hands tightly clasping yours, sweaty
forehead resting against yours as he whispers loving praises, you swear you could just melt right
where you lie beneath him.

Thoma gives your hand a squeeze and looks up at you from between your legs, pulling his face
away just slightly from your pussy so he can get a good look at your expression. The sight he’s met
with makes him chuckle contently— you’ve pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and you’re
looking at him so sweetly he could just collapse where he lies. “Oh, darling,” he breathes, lips
smacking with each kiss he presses against your inner thighs. “You’re so beautiful. Does it feel that
good already?”

Shyly, you nod your head and arch your neck so you can watch as he playfully nibbles at your
thighs, his free hand coming back up to rub circles around your clit. The moan you let out is just
beautiful, and it sends blood surging to his cock as he kisses back up your thigh before burying his
lips back into your folds. The groans Thoma makes against your pussy elicit little moans from you
as well— the husky noises he makes do things to you that can hardly be considered fair. You
shiver in his hold when Thoma continues to trace gentle circles into your puffy clit, his tongue
dipping into your entrance so he can get a taste of you.

“Tastes so good, you taste so good,” he mumbles against your pussy, voice breaking into a groan as
he relishes in the taste of your natural body. All you can do is clamp your thighs around his head
just the way he likes and moan his name into the air, your body shivering desperately as he works
you more and more.

“I love you,” Thoma continues, and each kiss and suck he makes against the soaked lips of your
cunt creates a lewd, wet sound that makes heat rise in your cheeks. He eats you out like a man
starved; his lips massage, suck, and kiss your pussy so well that he’s always able to effortlessly
pull orgasm after orgasm out of you hours before he ever has his first orgasm. “Oh, I love you,
love you so much, you’re so good for me. Does it feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry desperately, your hands grabbing tighter onto his hair and his hand as you grind
your hips against his wanting mouth. Archons, how he loves it when you do that— when you ride
his face and use his lips and tongue for your pleasure, body rolling against his mouth as he helps
you get off, he could die right where he lies.

Thoma switches the position of his fingers and his tongue, slipping two of his long fingers into
your pussy as his tongue teases at your clit. The way your cunt squeezes down on his fingers
makes him groan and grind his hips down against the mattress, and he would be embarrassed to
admit that he’s beyond eager to feel good right there with you.

However, that can come later— as expected of Thoma, he’s going to prioritize bringing you to
orgasm long before he lets himself come. Thoma works his tongue faster and faster against your
clit, licking you in tight, hard circles as your legs begin to shake harder and harder against his face.

So cute, so cute, too cute, Thoma thinks, and as badly as his eyes want to flutter shut as he just
enjoys your taste, he forces them to stay open so he can watch how your hips jerk off the bed in
pleasure. This is how Thoma knows you’re close without you even saying anything— the way
your body shakes, writhes, and squirms beneath his as he lovingly spreads you open with his
fingers, tongue, and cock elates him to high heavens.

“Come for me, okay?” he murmurs gently against your pussy, and you do just that, shivering in his
hold and crying out his name as you ride his tongue. Thoma moans as you come, pussy squeezing
down hard onto his fingers as he continues to gently lick your clit. You think he’s moaning out
praise after praise against your pussy, but you can’t really tell— you can’t focus much on anything
save for how good he’s making you feel.

You can’t hear him, and Thoma knows you can’t when you’re blissed out like this, but it doesn’t
matter— he wants to praise you regardless. “Oh, you’re so beautiful, so pretty, it feels good, huh?”
Thoma breathes from between your legs, gently scissoring you with his fingers as he presses gentle
kisses to your aching clit. “So good. I love you. I love you, love you so much.”

He pulls away to give you proper room to catch your breath, and he reaches out to grasp at both of
your hands. “You did so well,” he hums happily, smiling broadly at you. “Are you okay to keep
going, or do you want to stop here for tonight?”

“But you haven’t come yet,” you protest, spreading your legs wider to show yourself off for him.
He’s too selfless, really— he’s allowed to prioritize his pleasure at times too, doesn’t he know
that?

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Thoma replies, bringing both of your hands up to his lips to
plant kisses on both of them. “I only want to continue if you do.”

Out of equal parts desire to help him get off, because he absolutely always deserves to feel good
too, and out of equal parts the selfish want to feel him inside of you, you shyly hook your legs
around Thoma’s hips to pull him in closer. He swallows hard and his cock throbs at the action, his
hands holding tightly onto yours. “Please,” you plead softly, giving his hands a soft squeeze. “One
more round?”

He blinks. “Of course,” Thoma replies simply as if he’s awed by your response. He’s always in
awe when it comes to you; how did a guy like him get so lucky? “Oh, yes, my love. I’m gonna put
it in; let me know if it hurts, okay?”

It couldn’t possibly ever hurt with as much foreplay as Thoma does with you, but the way he says
that every single time never fails to make you flush and smile sheepishly. He wiggles himself
closer to you to prod the tip of his cock at your pussy, and he grins when the action makes you
whimper. “Does that feel good?” Thoma asks, angling his hips to rub his cock through the soaked
lips of your pussy. You whine his name when the dripping tip of his cock kisses your clit, and he
makes sure to do that exact action a few more times since it feels so good for you. “You look so
beautiful right now… I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you breathe back. Thoma shifts so he’s laying down on you, pressing his body as
close to yours as possible before he captures your lips in a kiss.

“I’m putting it in, okay?” he breathes, kissing the corner of your lips and giving your hands another
squeeze. You nod frantically, hiking your legs a little further up his hips to give him better access
to your sopping pussy.
Thoma lets out a strained moan when he pushes in, and he figures he’s more worked up than he
previously thought. Your toes curl as Thoma slowly works his way in until his hips are flat against
yours, and the moan he makes is so throaty you almost have to wonder if he’s in pain. No, he’s
totally fine— never better, actually. This is just how it always is for him— he neglects his own
pleasure for too long and so, by the time he finally focuses on himself a little too, his body is so
wound-up and worked-up that he’s beyond sensitive.

“Ah, you feel too good,” he groans, squeezing your hands tight and letting his head fall back. You
wiggle your hips in a desperate ploy to get him to move, but he’s not going too just yet— he’s
waiting until you’re adjusted to his size (you already are adjusted, though!)

“Thomaaaaa,” you whine pleadingly, which prompts him to open his eyes and look at you again.
“Please…?”

He chuckles, amused, and obliges, bringing his hips back before he swings them forward into
yours again. The contact makes you shiver with delight, your thighs trembling against either side of
Thoma’s hips as he sets a steady pace. He never goes harder or faster until you ask— you keep
telling him that you would love for him to take charge and fuck you however he wants, but he just
shakes his head with a smile and says that he wants to do what you ask him to do while he's in bed
with you.

So, you ask him explicitly. “Faster,” you whimper, rolling your head back against the pillow as
Thoma obliges with a swift nod. He lets out a deep moan of your name as his hips pick up the pace,
skin slapping harder and harder against skin as you both moan out for each other.

“I love you,” Thoma grunts, forcing his eyes to stay open so he can watch you. This is the only
time he allows himself to be selfish— there’s nothing that helps him get off more than simply
watching as you fall apart beneath him, squirming and adorably begging for more. You go to say it
back, but the only thing that leaves your lips is a sharp moan of his name when Thoma removes
one of his hands from yours so he can play with your clit. As much as he adores holding hands
during sex, making you feel good comes first, so he’ll rub your clit until his hand falls off.

Your sounds are driving Thoma up the wall— every last whimper, moan, sigh, and cry you make
only spurs him to thrust harder and harder into the spot inside of you he knows you love. Your hips
buck back against his on each thrust, and the lewd, wet sounds of your pussy taking him to the hilt
on each thrust has his mind spinning. Archons, it’s like you were custom-made for him—
everything you do drives Thoma mad.

“You’re too pretty, too cute, too sexy,” Thoma groans, rubbing his thumb over your clit and
grunting when your pussy contracts tighter around him. “I never thought there’d come a day where
something or someone is able to— ngh— distract me from the housework, but you…” His words
break into a moan, and you squeeze his hand once more in a silent warning of your imminent
orgasm.

“But when I think about you while I’m trying to work…” Thoma continues. “It’s like I’ve
forgotten what I’m supposed to be doing.” He’s being honest— he really, truly never thought there
would be anything capable of distracting him from his duties, but when you’re on his mind 24/7,
it's easy to see how even his mind is able to wander during work. All he’s able to think about some
days is wrapping you up in a tight hug upon your return home, kissing you deeply, and hearing you
tell him you love him— and then he’s realizing that he should probably be focusing on laundry.

“Are you close, my love?” Thoma asks through his pants and groans, and he chuckles when you
nod your head frantically, too pleasured to bother forming words. He leans down to kiss your cheek
over and over, lips mouthing all over your face as he lovingly pounds into you.
 “Come for me,” he whispers, giving your hand another quick squeeze as you clamp down onto
him. Just like that, you’re falling over the edge, panting and moaning out Thoma’s name as he, too,
reaches his peak. He’s pouring his load into you as you’re coming all over his cock, tightening up
around him and milking him dry as he continues to gently thrust into your pussy. His thumb stills
on your clit as to not overstimulate you, his other hand holding onto yours for purchase as you two
come for each other.

“Oh, you did so well,” he pants desperately as he slides out of you, kissing all over your cheeks,
lips, nose, forehead, and jaw. “Was that good for you too, my love? How do you feel? Need a
massage?”

You tilt your head to the side to catch Thoma’s lips on yours, and he happily returns the gesture,
bringing his free hand up to cup your cheek gently. His other hand stays intertwined through yours,
and he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand in the way that just makes you melt.

“It was really good,” you murmur back, relaxing back into the mattress.

“If you’re feeling alright,” Thoma begins sheepishly, and you can tell he’s embarrassed by the way
he’s chewing on his lip. “Can we… go one more round?”

Well, you always have told him that he’s allowed to be more selfish during sex.

End Notes

good luck getting thoma yall! im chillin with my C2 thoma and he's been a lot of fun to
play!

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