Synopsis: You have no idea why people get so turned on at the thought of Thoma tied up. And yet, you decide to let him do it to you. You're even willing to ignore your own sensitivities to let him play with you to his heart's content . . .

Theme(s): Smut, Fluff

Relationship: Dating

Trigger Warnings: Bondage, Blindfold, Sensitive/ Nervous Reader

Word Count: 4513

Enjoy! ;)

Restraining Order

The two of you burst through the door, reeling over with laughter. You nearly fell over with your tight kimono. The festival you had attended was probably the most fun you'd had in years. Your favourite part definitely had to be the "epic" stage show put on by the Arataki Gang.

"Wow . . . Itto certainly puts on some fun shows," Thoma laughed. "It always gets interesting when the Tenryou Commission invites themselves."

"I know! When he tried to make you volunteer to be part of his act . . .!"

Thoma nodded, still snickering. "I was pretty close to getting on that stage."

Your eyes widened. "Oh Archons, imagine if you had-"

"Wouldn't have been my first big show with the Tenryou Commission." Thoma patted his belt with a chuckle. "At least I can safely say my Vision wouldn't have been at any risk!"

"Thoma . . ." Your face and laughter immediately dropped. Thoma's smile dropped a little with you.

"I'm sorry, m'love. I know you don't like it being brought up."

An image of him tied up had already appeared in your head. It always made your heart sink for him. That dark day where he had come so close to losing his Vision, and his life . . .

And with that saddening image came the sickening comments from civilians. The little comments had crept into your head and refused to leave since that damn ceremony.

"Oh yeah, he looks pretty hot tied up."

"Mmm, so submissive . . ."

"So breedable . . ."

UGH!

"M'love?"

A soft touch on your face snapped you out of it. You sighed and took Thoma's hand in yours, gazing up into his glistening green eyes.

"I can't let those comments about you go." You gulped back a lump creeping up your throat. "You were gonna die . . . and people were talking about you like some sort of sex toy." You shook your head, sniffing back your anger.

"Ugh! It's not right!"

"Awww, m'love . . ." Thoma was beaming so bright, it almost angered you more. "They're just little comments."

"No they're not! I dare those people to say them to your face," you growled.

"M'love, I don't think they'd be able to say it to your face!" Thoma chuckled. You folded your arms with a huff, which only made him laugh more.

"Look at you . . . Awww, m'love, I think you're more upset about those comments than I am!"

"You're not upset at all."

"That is true," he admitted happily.

You sighed, your head drooping a little. "Even before this . . . everyone keeps calling you passive and subby and soft . . ."

"What's wrong with being a bit soft, hm?" Thoma playfully pinched your cheek.

You allowed a weak little laugh to escape. Admittedly, his softer side was one of the biggest things you loved about him. But at the same time . . .

"You're tougher than what they say. Tougher and stronger."

"And?" Thoma cocked his head, blinking at you so innocently.

"I wish people would respect that more about you."

"Awww." Thoma stepped up on you and kissed your forehead. "Honestly, m'love, it really doesn't bother me. People are always gonna gossip. As long as I have the respect of those who matter most to me."

He slid his arms around your waist and hugged you tight.

"I know you're looking out for me. And I'm grateful for that. But maybe try not to upset yourself so much over me, okay?"

You heaved a heavy sigh and returned the hug. "Fine." There wasn't much point in discussing it further. You knew he genuinely didn't care. But that only upset you more. You wished he would get more angry about it, put those sick people in their place.

"Wanna get ready for bed?"

"Sure," you mumbled, sliding away from him. You reached back for your obi, groaning when you couldn't find where to untie first.

"Would you like some help with that?"

You nodded and turned around, allowing Thoma to gently tug on the strings. The obi came undone and your kimono slipped down your shoulders. You wriggled your arms out, Thoma's warm hands landing over your shoulders.

"Awww sweetie, you're so tense . . . Here, relax a little bit."

He began to massage your shoulders. You leaned into him, giving into his touch. Your eyes drooped down. You lazily played around with the obi strings. Thoma stroked your hair, exposing your nape. Very slowly, he leaned in and kissed it. You shuddered from your own sensitivity.

"Thoma?"

"Yes, m'love?"

"I- is there something on your mind?" Your heart beat a little faster from simply asking the question.

"Hm?" Thoma's eyes widened a little. "N- no, not really. Even if there was . . ." He rubbed tender circles into your shoulders.

"I don't think I'd go ahead. You're very tense. And you're pretty sensitive already . . . I'd be worried I'd hurt you."

He gazed lovingly into your eyes, stroking and rubbing . . . His long fingers brushed near one of your breasts. It wasn't anywhere near anywhere sensitive. You knew he genuinely hadn't tried to touch it. But your head still whipped down. Your eyes widened, locking onto that hand.

"Sorry," he whispered, immediately raising his hands. "Relax, m'love . . . close your eyes."

But you couldn't keep them from stalking his hands. Your grip on the obi strings tightened a little.

"Did you actually want to do it?"

Thoma lowered his eyebrows. "M'love you're just trying to please me now."

"But did you?"

Thoma stopped massaging you and gripped your shoulders firmly. "Do you want to try it?"

"Well . . ." Your body was beginning to throb and quiver, which suggested it was kind of against it . . . You flicked the obi string around in your fingers. It landed around one of your wrists.

Like rope.

An idea suddenly crossed your mind.

Oh Archons.

It was crazy. Almost hypocritical.

But the more you thought about it, the more you oddly liked it. Maybe it would bring out the dominant more aggressive side in Thoma he could do with showing a bit more.

So you took a deep breath and gazed up at him.

"There is something I'd like to try."

A Few Minutes Later . . .

"You okay?"

You tried not to wince as Thoma tugged harder on the ropes, cutting deeper into your wrists. You couldn't move your hands or feet except for wriggling your fingers and toes. Your hips bucked on the bed. You somehow felt even more naked than you already were.

"Is that too tight?"

'Yes,' you thought as he gave the rope one last yank. Oh Archons, you were already having doubts about this. But you had to endure this for the man above you.

So you sucked it up and rasped out "that's good."

"Okay." Thoma leaned down over you, raising a black silk blindfold towards your face. You peeped down, trying to glimpse lower than his six pack. Was he hard yet? It was hard to tell with his baggy pants.

"M'love?"

He was so close to you. His crotch was so close to your exposed cunt, you could feel it starting to twitch. Your stomach was churning. And you were slowly going damp with sweat.

"Thoma, do it," you whined. "Please . . . Do what you want to me."

"M'love, look at me one moment . . . Look into my eyes."

You whimpered as you did what you were told. You almost couldn't bear to make that eye contact. He was so handsome, it was almost painful.

"Promise me if you can't take it, you'll say the safeword."

You moaned and squirmed in protest, making your wrists and ankles sting. You tore your eye away from his.

"I will, just put it on!"

"No, m'love. Look in my eyes and promise me you'll say it."

You shut your eyes and shook your head. You couldn't know if you could promise. You hadn't even started and you were already hurting down there. Why couldn't he just get this over and done with?

"Y/N."

Thoma's fingers firmly took you under the chin and steered your face back towards his above you. He leaned in so close to you . . . His eyes had suddenly gotten so dark.

"Do you want me to untie you?"

"NO!" You nearly jumped at how high you yelped. But above you, Thoma didn't even flinch. He narrowed his eyes. He leaned in closer. He squeezed your face with his fingers.

"Then promise me you'll say the safeword." His voice was deep, almost scolding. "I'm not doing anything to you until you promise."

His body was radiating so much heat. And yet you shivered. Was this his dominant side coming out? For a moment a wave of fear washed over you. It suddenly hit you how powerless you would be if he decided to turn on you.

He wouldn't turn on you . . . right?

"I promise I'll say the safeword."

He nodded contently and freed your face. "Good girl."

He sat up, raising the silk blindfold. You closed your eyes, taking in big deep breaths. The blindfold actually felt quite nice over your face. Thoma's soft touch especially helped. Even when he yanked it tight, he somehow managed to keep it gentle.

"That okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah." Your breath hitched as the darkness kicked in. You really were at his mercy now. You could sense him looming over you, looming so close. He was probably struggling decide which bits of your body he wanted to enjoy first. All of your parts screamed, especially down there as if to beg you not to let him do this. Your mouth wobbled as you struggled not to whimper. You sensed his warmth closing in . . . You braced yourself for pain . . .

"Shhhhh . . ."

Soft lips landed on yours. You immediately kissed him back, calming your nerves. His fingers slipped into yours, squeezing soothing warmth down your hands. He lifted his face, not leaving yours just yet, but leaning in stiflingly close to your ear.

He didn't say anything. Very slowly, he released a long hot wave of breath over your ear, the heat creeping in your ear, tingling throughout your body.

And it felt nice.

"Yes, that's it," Thoma whispered, kissing your earlobe. "Relax, m'love . . . there's a good girl . . . shhhhh . . ."

You sighed, slowly releasing your own soothing breath. Your body finally stopped throbbing, sinking into the bed.

"You ready, m'love?"

You nodded.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." He squeezed your hands and kissed you gently. "That's my promise, okay?"

You nodded again. "I trust you."

"Good . . ."

He gave you one last kiss and slid away. You suddenly felt cold without him. You heard him rummaging around for something and instinctively tried to sit up. The ropes around your wrists and ankles reminded you of your restrained position.

What was he looking for?

You sensed him stand up and immediately lay back down.

What was he going to do? Something cold and hard tapped your leg, sending shivers throughout your body and all sorts of thoughts racing through your head.

What was it?

He was sliding it up and down your leg.

It was smooth as well.

Was it a dildo of some sort?

No, it was too thin . . .

Oh Archons, was it a whip?

Was he about to whip you?

You squirmed about on the bed, the ropes cutting into your skin, reinforcing how vulnerable you were. Your body pulsed, your stomach churning. You tried not to whine as Thoma raised whatever he was holding. Your hands and feet clenched, making your wrists and ankles scream.

Whatever he was going to do, you were going to take it, you had to fucking take it-

"M'love, relax."

A softness landed on your skin, making you gasp. It slowly stroked up and down your leg. The touch was so gentle, it kind of tickled. Like feathers.

A feather duster.

The thought of it made you giggle. But at the same time it soothed you. You sunk back into the bed, giving into the soft strokes fluttering up your leg and past your knee. Above you, Thoma chuckled.

"You poor thing. You got so tense for a moment."

"I thought you were gonna hit me."

"Awww . . . Good girls don't get hit." He lightly tickled your hip, making them buck a little. Your stomach churned but in a nice way.

"I wouldn't have minded."

"Oh no." Thoma brought the duster to tickle your face. "Good girls don't get hit! No they don't!"

You squealed with laughter and squirmed about as much as the ropes would allow you. Above you, you heard Thoma laughing too. When he wasn't laughing, he was baby talking you.

"Nooooo, good girls don't get hit, do they? No they don't!" He pinched your cheek with his free hand while he searched for the best spots for him to tickle.

"Are you my good girl, hm? Are you the best girl?" He leaned down and gave you a big smooch on the forehead.

"I think you are."

"Thoma, stooooooop," you giggled, feeling your face flushing furiously hot.

"Ohhh no. I think you're the best girl." He chuckled as he scattered little kisses over your face, working his way down towards your next and his shoulder. You thought you sensed him toss the feather duster away. The click sound of it hitting the wooden floor confirmed it.

"Shhhhh . . ."

He waited patiently for your laughter to fade away. Your wrists and ankles shrieked a little. You'd been wriggling around so much, you'd forgotten how much the ropes had grinded into them.

"You okay?"

You nodded, ignoring the pain. "Are you gonna fuck me?"

If it was hard to ignore the pain from the ropes, it was nearly impossible to ignore your body quiver down there when you asked that question. Thoma could probably tell how you felt because he gave you a tender kiss and squeezed your shoulders.

"When you're ready, m'love."

He began massaging your shoulders in circular motions, working his way down towards your breasts. You shut your eyes as his fingers wrapped around them and began to knead lightly, getting a little moan out of you. Your hips bucked as he kissed one breast, then the other.

And then his fingers started to creep towards your nipples . . .

Not the nipples, please . . . They were one of your painfully sensitive spots. You gritted your teeth, squeezing your eyes shut as his fingers got nearer and nearer, as if going to pinch them . . .

And then he slid his hands away. A sigh of relief escaped your lips. Your body relaxed and sunk into the bed. You thought you heard Thoma chuckle.

He went on to trace down your stomach . . . nice light strokes of the fingertips- so light, it felt the feathers again. It was so soothing- you actually felt your eyes getting heavy behind the blindfold.

"Is that nice?"

"Mmm." You nodded blissfully, even when his fingers began to near your groin.

"This was a good idea."

"Really?" You glanced up, forgetting that you couldn't see.

"Yeah. You're a lot more relaxed. You're not watching as much, y'know?"

"Not that I can," you joked.

Thoma chuckled. "Well, it's definitely helping. And I get to do whatever I want to you!" He gave your tummy a playful peck and rested his forehead on it, sighing happily.

"You're so pretty."

His fingers drew nearer and nearer to your groin and began to stroke around your thighs. Your breathing grew shorter and sharper in anticipation- your legs were already open and the ropes around your ankles forbade you to move them or close them. You sensed him lowering his head down between your thighs. Light hot breath fluttered near your entrance. He seemed to pause for a moment . . . could he see your entrance quivering? Or maybe he felt your thighs trembling.

He softly kissed the top of your groin. Nowhere too sensitive. And then he kissed your inner thigh. All while he carefully placed his fingers over your outer lips, stroking downwards, possibly trying to pry you open . . .

It was getting harder to stop yourself shuddering.

Your entrance was really beginning to sting, even when he removed his fingers. He waited for a while, possibly contemplating . . . Which was he gonna put in there: his tongue or his fingers . . . ?

Your body screamed at the thought . . .

Neither.

Thoma stood back up and began to massage your outer thighs, working his way back up towards your hips. You let out another, bigger sigh of relief. Your body sank back down again. You thought you felt yourself open a bit down there.

He knew what he was doing.

"You alright?"

You nodded with a small giggle. "You're teasing me."

"I'm trying to get you to relax, m'love," he smiled.

"Are you enjoying it?"

"Yeah, I am." You rested your head back in the pillow as his hands massaged up your body, back towards your breasts again.

"I like exploring you like this . . . I love finding what parts pleasure you the most . . . I even like finding the parts that make you a bit nervous . . ."

"Huh?"

He chuckled, slowly crouching down over you, his hands leaning on your breasts. You sensed his warmth nearing the side of your face. Your eardrum hummed as he spoke into it in a soft low tone.

"I've noticed when you're tied up like this . . . you're not as good at hiding your reactions." He booped you on the nose, making you giggle.

"So even when you try to tell me you're okay to go ahead with certain things, I know you're just saying that to make me happy. But when I get near your sensitive spots, you get so nervous. And your body clenches up so tight . . ."

He squeezed your breasts as he said it, getting hisses out of both of you. You squirmed and moaned with the pleasure.

"And then, I leave those spots and your body relaxes . . ." He released your breasts, exhaling a deep long hot breath over your ear. Your body relaxed even more when you did. A nice churning feeling rushed down your stomach. You gasped as you felt yourself open up a little more. It was beginning to feel damp and sticky.

"Thoma . . . something's happening . . ."

"Let's see?" He quickly slid down and peered between your legs. "Oh, you've opened up a bit. And you're more wet."

Your eyes lit up behind your blindfold. "So you can fuck me now?"

You shuddered again, though not as intensely as last time. You waited for a response. You heard him standing up very slowly, taking deep controlled breaths, rustling about with his pants. Your heart suddenly stopped when you heard a soft thud- his pants dropping down to the floor.

"A- are you actually gonna fuck me?"

"M'love, if you keep saying it like that, I may have to gag you."

Your stopped heart began to race as you sensed him crouching over you once more, the closest to your face since he had started. Two soft warm hands caressed your cheeks. His lips were even softer as they kissed yours.

"We're not gonna . . ." He swallowed. "We're not gonna fuck, m'love. What we're gonna do is . . . because I think you're still a bit sensitive . . ." He shifted about a bit, withdrawing one of his hands. He rested down more over you, his legs nestled brushing inside yours.

"I'm gonna place this over you . . . I'm not putting anything in, okay?"

Something warm and smooth and hard spread itself over you, between your folds and over your entrance.

You gasped. "Is that your-?"

"Yeah, that's me . . . Is it alright?"

You wriggled about, trying to decide how exactly you felt about it. It was a little bit strange . . . But then you felt that nice churn in your stomach. A small smile spread across your face as you eventually nodded.

"Yeah?" Thoma beamed, kissing you again. "So is it okay if I . . .?"

He took hold of your arms just under the ropes. At this point, you were numb to the sting in your wrists and ankles. He nudged you down there with his shaft. It was ever so gentle. Yet your stomach churned harder, more pleasurable.

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's good. That's nice!"

"Good." His grip on your arms tightened, pinning them down more than the ropes could. "So what we're gonna do now is . . . we're gonna rock a little, like this."

His nudges grew into more of a grind, taking your body with his. Your gasps evolved into pants, your mouth gaping open. The ropes holding you tight were somehow adding to the pleasure building up inside you. It was getting harder and harder not to moan.

"You like that?"

"Mmm . . . mmm . . . more." You just about got it out.

"More? Okay."

Thoma groaned as he began to made harder thrusts at a faster pace. He was panting as well, releasing puffs of hot breath over your face that was getting hotter and wetter. The pleasure was getting so good . . . You couldn't stop the moans escaping now. The folds of your cunt actually closed around his cock.

"Ohhh, yeah . . . There's the best girl."

You tugged at your ankles, wishing you could break them free and wrap your legs around him. You wished you could break your hands free and pull him in closer than he already was. But Thoma tightened his grip on your arms, humping you harder, faster . . . He had all the power.

And you were loving it.

"Let's just-"

You felt a gentle tug over you eyes. One grunt above you and off slipped the blindfold, bright white light clouding your vision. You had to blink rapidly to clear your vision. Even then, you could barely make out the handsome man above you.

"Hello." He chuckled. "That better?"

"Y- yeah . . ." You lunged up for a kiss, which he gladly took. And then he returned his own, pressing your face back down, pushing your head into the pillow with his lips, only separating to give you both a chance to catch your breath. Through that heavy kiss, he somehow managed to keep his thrusts going.

"You like that, don't ya?" He continued speaking even before you got the nod across. "Yeah, I can tell by that look on your face, and especially-" he chuckled, "when your head rolls back like that, and you try so hard to keep all those moans in."

As if on queue, your neck arched back, and you let out one of your biggest moans as the pleasure built up so well inside you, all boiling over . . .

"Thoma . . .Thoma, it's all- Oh Archons!" You yelped.

"You alright?"

"Y- yeah, it's all . . . something's happening!"

"Ohhh, you're gonna cum?"

"I think so!" Every part of your body was keeling over and the pleasure was so intense, you almost couldn't take it. More moans were escaping and they were getting louder and higher. You thought for a moment your racing heart might possibly stop.

"Okay, m'love." Thoma's hands slid down your arms and grabbed your face. He shut his eyes tight and rested his forehead on yours. His thrusts kicked into full speed.

"Take the last few for me . . . there we go. There's a good girl- ohhhh good girl, you're almost there. You gonna cum, yeah?"

"yeah."

"You gonna cum for me?"

"Yes!" The tension and pleasure were boiling over . . .

"I'd love to make you cum, you know that?"

"FUCK." You had to cum for him now, you had made it this far. You clenched your fists and curled your toes as Thoma humped you over . . . and over . . . faster . . . even faster . . . you were about to explode . . .

"yes . . . YES . . ."

"Yeah, you cum for me . . . good girl, good girl, good girl . . ."

Your eyes popped open. "YES . . . Yes, Thoma, YES!"

And the cum all burst out of you. You both gasped, Thoma shooting up as it coated all over his cock. With white widened eyes, he gave one last thrust, groaning as he came all over you too.

The two of you stared at your cum soaked parts for a while. You took big deep gasps, struggling to catch your breath. After all the excitement, the pleasure and tension . . . even if you hadn't been tied up, you still wouldn't have been able to move. Your wrists and ankles stung even more now, making you whimper.

"Thoma . . ."

He nodded heavily in understanding. "Okay, m'love, let's get you outta these."

He gently untied the ropes, your feet drooping over the bed upon being released. You thought you heard him hiss, but were too exhausted to think about it. He crawled over you, tending to your wrists. The ropes were untied with ease, allowing you to drop your hands on your chest. Wow, your wrists were so red and raw . . . Looking at them only made them hurt more.

"You alright?"

You didn't know. On one hand, you were in absolute agony. And yet, you felt so good . . . You sniffed.

"Shhhh, it's okay." Thoma lay down before you and slid his arms around your sweat soaked body. You shuffled up to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your face off his chest, lapping up the feel of his soft warm skin.

"That's it . . . relax, m'love, relax . . ." He kissed your forehead and stroked your hair out of your face. It gave you a good look at the beaming smile on his face.

"You did so well . . . See, I keep telling you, we can have moments like this without you having to get hurt." His eyes glistened as they sealed contact with yours.

"We'll keep working towards it. One day, you'll be able to let me in . . . we'll be able to make love together. And it'll be when you're ready, yeah?"

You nodded lazily, playing around with his ponytail.

"Atta girl." He gave you a tender kiss on the lips. "You're not sore, are you?"

You shook your head. "Not down there. It's just . . . these . . ." You sniffed, sliding a hand down to show him your wrist. Thoma gently took your hand and kissed your sore red skin.

"Awww, m'love. That's gonna need a lil' something." He gave your hand a loving little squeeze. "Will I draw you a bath? Put some nice cream on you?"

"That would be nice," you mumbled contently.

"Yeah?" he beamed. "And then we'll have a big snuggle." He squeezed you in his arms. "I'll be extra gentle with you."

You chuckled. "I wouldn't mind doing something like this again."

"Really?" Thoma cocked his head. "I . . . wouldn't mind either," he said with a smile. "We can definitely do it another time. I'll make sure not to tie you as tight." His smile shifted into more of a playful smirk.

"Nothing wrong with being a bit soft, huh?"

You laughed, squeezing him back, having to admit that yes: As nice as it was to see him dominant and controlled and manly, it was his softer side that had helped you enjoy this as much as you did.

That softer side that cared for you so much, that even when you were tied up and left for him to do whatever he wanted to you, he still wouldn't take advantage.

You snuggled gratefully into him, settling comfortably in his arms. It was his softer side you decided, you loved the most about him.

This was NOT supposed to be that long . . . But yeah, I hope you enjoyed it. I've noticed a recurring theme in these with Thoma insisting on Reader saying the safeword, so I might consider writing a story of how he'd react if she had to say it.

Also, I'm probably the only Thoma fan who genuinely doesn't like seeing him tied up 😅

Please Read and Review and let me know if there's any Thoma X Reader fics you'd like me to write! I promise, I'll try to keep them shorter in future!

See you! 😘