HIII I had the best idea and was hoping you'd write it.. Bachira and fem!reader doing skincare + cock warming but Bachira is super impatient.. Thank you and I love your writing 💗
you were currently was putting a face mask on bachira while slowly cock-warming with him. you don’t know how or why, but you thought it was a great idea to do a cute moment doing a skincare routine while cock warning without moving or anything.
but it kinda felt nice.
bachira relaxed into the sensation, his closed eyes fluttering slightly as your fingers gently pressed the damp mask into his dark skin. the contrast of something so tender with his hard cock pressing against you felt almost surreal.
"...this is weird," he murmured, but made no move to stop you, his head tilting to give you better access to his jaw.
as you continued to apply the face mask, bachira's breathing grew slightly heavier, the rise and fall of his chest pressing his hard cock against you in a slow, rhythmic motion. he bit his lower lip, trying to focus on the soothing sensation of the cool mask rather than the building heat between his legs.
"mmm... that's really cold," he hissed softly, shying away from the mask's touch on his forehead but leaning into the warmth of your body against his cock.
his hips gave an involuntary twitch forward, his dick rolling along you as his eyes fluttered shut. "how long does this take? my cock's gonna explode if we just.. sit here..."
“just wait,” you mutter.
bachira's jaw clenched slightly at your soft command, his body tensing with a mix of frustration and arousal. he forced himself to stay still, his cock throbbing against you with each passing second.
he couldn't help himself. his hips shifted almost imperceptibly—a slow, agonizing slide forward that made his cock roll against you with torturous friction. the wet sound of the mask shifting on his skin mixed with the faint slick sound between them.
"mmm..." a strangled sound escaped his throat, quickly swallowed. “b-bachira!.. the skincare..” you moaned.
his golden eyes shot open at the sound of your moan, watching your face as you struggled to keep the mask even. his lips quirked into a lazy grin despite the tension.
"skincare..." he repeated, voice strained. "hard to focus on it when you're..." his hips gave another agonizingly slow roll, testing your patience.
then with a sudden, powerful surge of his hips, bachira let out a deep groan as he came, his cock throbbing intensely against you. the sudden release seemed to trigger your own orgasm, your body shaking as you both climaxed together, the mask slipping off his face as he buried it in your neck.
contains: virginity loss, pervert vivian, no protection sex.
Hugo was your best friend. You two were inseparable, like peas in a pod. You’d been with him since the beginning of his career, long before the fame, before the cameras constantly followed him around, before women started throwing themselves at him every chance they got. Back then, he was just Hugo—your Hugo. The boy who’d walk you home after school, steal fries off your plate, and complain endlessly whenever training got too hard.
You grew up side by side, practically attached at the hip. Sleepovers became normal. Sharing hoodies became normal. Sitting on his lap because there wasn’t enough space became normal. Everything about the two of you felt natural, effortless.
When you were younger, physical affection meant nothing between you. Holding hands while crossing the street, hugging each other after long days, leaning against him during movie nights—it was all innocent. Hugo never thought twice about it.
Until you both got older.
Because as the years passed, the two of you changed.
You matured. Your features softened and sharpened in all the right places at the same time, your body no longer resembling the awkward girl he used to run around with as kids. And Hugo changed too—broader shoulders, rougher hands, a deeper voice, a stronger presence. The two of you weren’t children anymore, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.
At first, he didn’t notice when things started affecting him differently.
Not when you’d casually sit beside him with your thigh pressed against his during long car rides.
Not when you’d throw your arms around his neck from behind after he came home exhausted from training.
Not when you’d wear his shirts around the house, the fabric hanging shorter on you than it used to.
But slowly, those little touches stopped feeling innocent to him.
Your hand lingering on his arm suddenly made his heartbeat stutter. The way you’d absentmindedly play with his fingers while talking made him lose focus entirely. Even something as simple as you laying your head on his chest during movie nights had him staring at the ceiling for hours afterward, unable to sleep.
And the worst part?
You had no idea, or so he thought so.
To you, it was still Hugo. Your best friend. The person you trusted most in the world.
But to him, every touch started meaning too much.
Especially because you were so comfortable with him.
You’d crawl into his bed without hesitation when you couldn’t sleep. You’d fix his hair while talking to him up close, your face inches away from his. Sometimes you’d grab his hand in public without even thinking, and Hugo would have to force himself not to squeeze back too hard, not to think too deeply about how perfectly your fingers fit between his.
He hated how affected he became.
Hated how his mind wandered whenever you sat too close. Hated how protective he got whenever other men looked at you too long. Hated how he started comparing every woman to you without even realizing it.
Because somewhere along the way, you stopped being just his best friend.
And Hugo knew he was completely fucked the moment those harmless little touches—the ones that once meant nothing—started driving him insane.
Hugo genuinely tried to ignore it at first.
He told himself it was temporary. Just hormones. Just stress. Just the result of spending too much time around you.
But it kept getting worse.
Painfully and physically worse.
Because you were still the same with him—completely unaware of what you were doing to him.
You’d plop down beside him after showering, hair still damp, wearing those tiny sleep shorts like it was nothing. You’d steal his hoodies and stretch in them lazily while talking, the fabric slipping off one shoulder without you noticing. Sometimes you’d climb onto his bed and rest your head on his thigh while scrolling through your phone, entirely oblivious to how hard his dick was.
And Hugo hated himself for reacting the way he did.
You were his best friend.
His best friend.
But his body didn’t seem to care anymore.
There were nights when he had to physically leave the room because you had become too comfortable with him. There were also nights when he would lock himself in the bathroom, stroking his dick and clutching the panties he had stolen from your laundry basket as if he were losing his mind. He felt disgusted by his behavior at times, especially because you had trusted him so much.
Meanwhile, you just kept touching him so casually.
Your fingers brushing against his stomach when you reached for something.
Your legs thrown across his lap during movie nights.
Your sleepy voice mumbling his name while half-asleep beside him.
Every little thing chipped away at his self-control.
Hugo wanted you in ways that terrified him.
It wasn’t just attraction anymore. It wasn’t some small crush he could bury under years of friendship and self-control. No—this was hunger. The kind that sat heavy in his chest (and dick) and followed him everywhere, turning every little interaction with you into torture.
Because you were so unaware.
So soft with him.
And Hugo was starting to lose his mind over it.
Sometimes he’d catch himself staring for too long. Watching the way your lips moved while you talked, the way your shorts rode up when you curled beside him on the couch, the way your body fit so perfectly against his whenever you hugged him. His thoughts would spiral instantly, filthy and relentless, before he could stop them.
He started clenching his jaw constantly around you.
He detested how every time these moments end and he returns home, he begins stroking his cock, fixated on the events that transpired.
Looking away whenever you bent over near him because he knew if he kept staring, he’d think about things he absolutely shouldn’t.
But it didn’t help.
Nothing helped.
Not when you’d absentmindedly sit on his lap like you used to as kids, completely oblivious to the way every muscle in his body immediately locked up. Not when you’d wrap your arms around him and press yourself close without hesitation, your warmth sinking into him so deeply it drove him insane afterward.
And God, your voice.
The sleepy little tone you used with him late at night nearly ruined him every time.
There were moments where Hugo genuinely thought he was going to snap.
Like the night you crawled into his bed after a nightmare, wearing one of his old shirts. You climbed beside him without a second thought, pressing close to his chest like you always did. Your leg tangled with his instinctively, your fingers curling lightly into his shirt while you mumbled his name sleepily.
Meanwhile, Hugo was fixated on the ceiling, his entire body on fire. He was worried you might notice the pent in his shorts.
Because all he could think about was you.
How warm you felt.
How good you smelled.
How easily he could wrap an arm around your waist and pull you impossibly closer.
He felt pathetic for how badly he wanted you.
Sometimes he’d leave after being around you and immediately feel consumed by guilt, because no matter how hard he tried, his mind always wandered somewhere dangerous. He started having to avoid touching you for too long because even the smallest contact affected him now.
Your hand on his chest.
Your nails dragging lightly across his arm.
Your thighs brushing his when you sat too close.
Everything made his thoughts turn dark and needy.
And the worst part was that you still trusted him completely.
You’d smile at him so sweetly while he sat there internally fighting himself apart. You’d look at him with those soft eyes while he struggled not to think about kissing you senseless. Sometimes you’d lean into him so naturally that Hugo had to physically hold back a groan.
He wanted you so badly it made him irritable.
Other men touching you suddenly made his stomach twist violently. Hearing you talk about dates or flirting jokingly with someone else put him in horrible moods for the rest of the day. He started standing closer to you unconsciously, touching your waist without thinking, glaring too long whenever someone looked at you in ways he understood all too well.
Because he knew exactly what they were thinking.
He thought the same things every single day.
And it was getting harder and harder to pretend he didn’t.
Hugo was close to exploding at this point.
Months of suppressing everything he felt for you had hollowed him out completely. Every little thing you did affected him now—your touches, your voice, the way you smiled at him so easily. He was constantly tense around you, constantly fighting himself, constantly trying to stay the version of Hugo you trusted.
Your best friend.
That evening, he was sitting on the couch, lazily scrolling through his phone while trying to ignore the restless frustration sitting heavy in his chest. The apartment was quiet except for the faint sound of traffic outside.
Then the front door opened.
Hugo barely reacted at first, You always barged in without knocking anyway.
But when he looked up and saw your face, everything in him immediately sharpened.
Your eyes were glossy with tears, lips trembling slightly like you’d been trying not to cry the entire way there.
He sat up instantly. “Hey. What happened?”
You didn’t answer.
Instead, you walked straight to him before climbing into his lap without hesitation, arms wrapping tightly around his neck as you buried your face into his shoulder.
And fuck.
Hugo nearly lost all coherent thought right there.
Your body pressed fully against his, warm and shaking from quiet sobs. He could feel your thighs against his hips, your chest rising unevenly against him while your fingers clutched desperately at the back of his shirt.
Meanwhile, his hands froze at your waist.
Because even now—even while you were crying—his body reacted to you automatically.
“Talk to me,” he said quietly, voice rougher than usual.
You sniffled against his neck. “I’m so embarrassed…”
His jaw tightened immediately.
“What happened?”
“There was this guy,” you mumbled shakily. “I thought he actually liked me and then I saw him with another girl today and…” your voice cracked, “I feel stupid.”
Something dark twisted inside Hugo’s chest.
A guy.
Another fucking guy.
And somehow you were here, crying in his lap over someone else while Hugo had spent years wanting you so badly it physically hurt.
His hands tightened unconsciously against your waist.
You didn’t notice.
You just kept clinging to him, pressing yourself closer for comfort while he sat there struggling to breathe normally. Your cheek brushed his neck softly when you shifted, and Hugo had to shut his eyes for a second because he genuinely thought he might snap.
“You’re not stupid,” he muttered.
You gave a weak laugh through your tears. “You have to say that. You’re my best friend.”
Best friend.
The words hit him like a blade.
Because he suddenly couldn’t do it anymore.
Couldn’t sit here pretending this was enough. Couldn’t keep letting you touch him like this while acting like he didn’t crave more. Couldn’t keep listening to you cry over men who didn’t know you the way he did.
He looked down at you.
Really looked at you.
Your watery eyes. Your flushed cheeks. Your lips parted slightly as you breathed shakily against him.
And something inside him finally broke.
Before he could stop himself, Hugo grabbed your face gently and kissed you.
Hard.
Like he’d been holding it back for far too long.
For a split second, he expected you to shove him away.
Instead, you kissed him back immediately.
And that completely ruined him.
Hugo let out a shaky breath against your lips, one hand sliding from your waist up to your jaw while the other pulled you impossibly closer against him. The kiss turned messy fast—years of tension and restraint unraveling all at once.
You made the softest sound against his mouth, fingers tightening in his hair, and Hugo genuinely felt dizzy from it.
Because you were kissing him back.
Actually kissing him back.
All those years of wanting you, trying not to want you, trying to bury every filthy thought he’d ever had about you—and now you were melting into him like you’d wanted this too.
He kissed you deeper before he could think better of it, completely consumed. Every suppressed feeling poured into it at once: jealousy, frustration, longing, lust.
His forehead rested against yours when he finally pulled back, breathing unevenly.
And the way you looked at him afterward nearly destroyed what little composure he had left.
Your bodies pressed close as you two kissed again. You could feel his desire intensifying, and you knew he wanted more. You also knew that you were ready.
He pulls back, his eyes searching yours, "Are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice soft. "We don't have to rush into anything. I've waited this long, I can wait longer."
You smile, your heart filled with warmth and affection, "I'm sure, Vi," you say, your voice steady. "There's no one else I'd rather do this with. It's only ever been you."
He looks at you, his eyes filled with surprise and happiness, "Really?"
You nod, "Really.”
He grins, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you closer, "Then what are we waiting for?"
He starts to unzip his pants, but his hands are shaking slightly, betraying his nonchalant facade. He pauses, taking a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair.
You watch him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Vi," you say, your voice soft, "It's okay. We don't have to rush."
He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire, fear, and disbelief. "No, I want to," he says, his voice hoarse. "I've wanted this for...fuck, I don't know how long. I just...I don't want to mess this up."
You cup his face, your thumb brushing his cheek, "You won't. We're in this together, remember?"
He leans into your touch, his eyes closing briefly. When he opens them again, they're filled with determination. "You're right," he says, his voice steady. And with that, he finishes unzipping his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.
He pulls you closer, his hands gripping your hips as he positions himself at your entrance. He looks into your eyes, his expression serious. "Are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice soft. "There's no going back after this."
You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. "I'm sure, Vi. I want this. I want you."
He takes a deep breath, and you can see the slight tremble in his hands. He's nervous, you realize. He's been waiting for this for so long, and he's nervous. The realization sends a warmth spreading through you, and you lean in to kiss him softly.
He responds immediately, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that surprises you. He pushes into you slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. You gasp at the slight pain, but it's quickly replaced by pleasure as he begins to move.
He starts slow, but it's not long before his desire takes over, and he begins to move faster, harder. You can feel the heat building between you, your bodies moving in perfect sync. You can hear his ragged breaths, his moans of pleasure, and it only serves to heighten your own pleasure.
"Fuck" he groans, his voice hoarse. "You feel so fucking good."
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, whimpering in his ear.
He reaches between you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in circles as he continues to move inside you. You gasp, your body arching against his as pleasure courses through you.
"Cum for me, sweetheart," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "I want to feel you come apart around me."
His words push you over the edge, and you cry out, your body convulsing with pleasure. He follows soon after, his body tensing as he finds his own release, groaning your name.
For a moment, you both stay like that, him still inside you, your bodies pressed together, your breaths ragged. Then he pulls out, gently lowering you onto the bed beside him. He turns to you, his eyes filled with a softness that you've never seen before.
"Chérie" he says, his voice soft. "I...I don't know what to say."
You smile, your heart filled with happiness and contentment. "You don't have to say anything, Vi. I know how you feel."
Despite being the older one of the Chevalier siblings you were an absolute menace. And currently you had one mission : get Vivien Hugo into you. Now.
Hugo was currently visiting and you heard your brother heading towards the shower. This was your chance. You tiptoed over, heart hammering. From the bathroom you could hear Charles humming to himself, steam already curling out from under the door.
Hugo was sprawled on Charles’ bed, reading in a book. He was still wearing his trainings suit from earlier.
You moved over silently without any hesitation. He looked up when your knees hit the mattress. “Don’t,” he warned in a whisper, glancing toward the bathroom. “He’s right there.”
“I know,” you murmured, already climbing onto his lap. “That’s why I have to ride you now.”
You reached under the waistband of his pants and pulled his cock free. It was already throbbing, leaking just from watching you crawl into his lap.
“Merde,” he breathed, hands grabbing your hips as you straddled him. “You’re soaked.”
You dragged your dripping cunt against his length slowly until your juices coated the underside of his shaft. No one made Hugo lose his mind - except you.
“He’s singing,” you whispered in his ear. “That gives me five minutes.”
Hugo’s hands flexed on your hips. “You’re going to kill me.”
You smirked. “Not if I make you come first.”
Then you sank down onto him. No prep, just raw need and the stretch of his thick cock sliding deep inside your cunt. You grabbed his shoulders and he groaned into your neck.
“Mon cœur! You can’t ride me like this—”
“Then stop me.”
He didn’t. You bounced on him hard, your ass slapping against his thighs with each thrust. Your moans were breathless little gasps, soft and strangled against his neck. His head fell back, jaw clenched.
“I’m not gonna last,” he warned quietly. “Not when you fuck me like you own me.”
You tightened around him. “Maybe I do.”
The water shut off in the bathroom and you froze. He gripped your waist like it was life or death, pulling you down hard to grind your clit against him.
“Cum now,” he hissed. “Be good. Cream on my cock before your brother walks out here and sees his best friend ballsdeep in his sister.”
That was all it took. You bit his shoulder as your orgasm ripped through you and your cunt started to milk him. He groaned deeply in his chest and came inside you, thick and hot.
Then the bathroom door opened. You were already off him, curled up next to him with a throw blanket over your lap. Your thighs were still trembling slightly and coated with cum. Charles didn’t even glance at you as he walked past.
“You two and your stupid books,” your brother cackled, none wiser about what had
Despite being the older one of the Chevalier siblings you were an absolute menace. And currently you had one mission : get Vivien Hugo into you. Now.
Hugo was currently visiting and you heard your brother heading towards the shower. This was your chance. You tiptoed over, heart hammering. From the bathroom you could hear Charles humming to himself, steam already curling out from under the door.
Hugo was sprawled on Charles’ bed, reading in a book. He was still wearing his trainings suit from earlier.
You moved over silently without any hesitation. He looked up when your knees hit the mattress. “Don’t,” he warned in a whisper, glancing toward the bathroom. “He’s right there.”
“I know,” you murmured, already climbing onto his lap. “That’s why I have to ride you now.”
You reached under the waistband of his pants and pulled his cock free. It was already throbbing, leaking just from watching you crawl into his lap.
“Merde,” he breathed, hands grabbing your hips as you straddled him. “You’re soaked.”
You dragged your dripping cunt against his length slowly until your juices coated the underside of his shaft. No one made Hugo lose his mind - except you.
“He’s singing,” you whispered in his ear. “That gives me five minutes.”
Hugo’s hands flexed on your hips. “You’re going to kill me.”
You smirked. “Not if I make you come first.”
Then you sank down onto him. No prep, just raw need and the stretch of his thick cock sliding deep inside your cunt. You grabbed his shoulders and he groaned into your neck.
“Mon cœur! You can’t ride me like this—”
“Then stop me.”
He didn’t. You bounced on him hard, your ass slapping against his thighs with each thrust. Your moans were breathless little gasps, soft and strangled against his neck. His head fell back, jaw clenched.
“I’m not gonna last,” he warned quietly. “Not when you fuck me like you own me.”
You tightened around him. “Maybe I do.”
The water shut off in the bathroom and you froze. He gripped your waist like it was life or death, pulling you down hard to grind your clit against him.
“Cum now,” he hissed. “Be good. Cream on my cock before your brother walks out here and sees his best friend ballsdeep in his sister.”
That was all it took. You bit his shoulder as your orgasm ripped through you and your cunt started to milk him. He groaned deeply in his chest and came inside you, thick and hot.
Then the bathroom door opened. You were already off him, curled up next to him with a throw blanket over your lap. Your thighs were still trembling slightly and coated with cum. Charles didn’t even glance at you as he walked past.
“You two and your stupid books,” your brother cackled, none wiser about what had
𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, handjob, blowjob, & riding (tamsy’s), dildo usage and disobedience (enjin fucks himself with one), dominance, reader takes the lead, idk what i wrote just go with it.
𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖎: wonder how you guys feel about this (testing the waters hehe) i fear tamsy's might be slightly too short so in turn, i'll write another scenario.
𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥?
𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔦?
❝ sub!enjin ❞ ... who takes it like a charm.
and that man is fickle too; won’t even budge for anything outside of the bedroom. but inside the fluffy sheets of you and his bed? it’s wholeheartedly up to you, for the price of his obedience.
you could do anything in the world to this man and he’d happily oblige, his wrists out for you to cuff him up or he’s on all fours waiting for you to bust out the sex toys specifically for him. but he’d make you work for it.
“want you to use that thing on me t’night.” he’d smirk in between missions after you two discussed a mission and this time, you aimed to make it personal. you’d be damned to let him tell you what he wants; instead you’d push him to the limit. and how wonderful it was to know his limit was expendable for you. this time, you let him pick and of fucking course– he picked the purple dildo that looked to be almost the size of your wrist.
“i don’t know where the sex junk is right now soooo...” you shrugged as you walked into the room, him on a tight invisible leash behind you practically skipping through the hallway. a piqued sigh befell the silence of the room as you sat on the bed with a squeaky noise and a grin. “...on your knees and be a good boy for me, kay?”
“yes, ma’am.” he was quick to his knees, one of his big tattooed hands rubbing against the bulge that’s already sported in his trousers.
“ah-ah, spread those legs for me and place your hands behind your back. let me see how hard you are.” you tutted, crossing your arms with nimble fingers imprinting on your forearms. You also crossed your leg, waiting for him patiently to do as you told him. “lean back for me.”
“um, we’ve never done this be—” he started to say, leaning back willingly as his cock twitched in its confines.
“you didn’t have permission to speak. that’s another minute you’ll have to last.” a smirk etched onto your face as you saw his jaw drop, a quiet stutter echoing from him before he closed his mouth quickly. “you can strip. you’ll get this afterwards.”
you held up the purple dildo that he had wanted from the get, lying blatantly to his face in the beginning was a ploy– you knew it was wrong but you never said you’d play fair. he’d gotten the upper hand on you so many times, it was your turn for once. lube was sitting on the bed to your left, waiting restlessly for you to use it.
but you weren’t the one using it huh?
he was slow at first, stripping down to his bare self, exposing his half hard cock already leaking slightly onto the hard wooden floor below. then he gradually started to pick up the pace, the notion that he was finally able to fuck himself on something and that perked him right up. halfway through enjin fucking the dildo into himself, practically riding it amongst his hand, you stopped him with grace. or at least tried to.
he was too into it he wasn’t going to stop, pretty moans falling from his lips as you tried to interject. enjin had a sheen of sweat building against the crevices of his tattooed chest and his cock hung heavy on his thigh, bouncing slightly with every thrust of the dildo inside him and he practically collapsed onto the floor almost to accommodate it– one hand holding him up and the other behind him, fucking himself so good it made you wet.
“you’re gonna have to take it from me for me to stop, y’hear? feels so fucking good…”
“you gave it to me fair and square…shit…”
he finally listened when you offered up yourself, lifting a leg down to let him nudge his nose against your pussy, not really caring about anything other than that damned purple dildo and your scent. his tongue slipped out against the lace of your panties and you swore amidst your quiet moans, his were peaking throughout his impending high.
“you have to last five more minutes, my love.”
“w-when did you give me five minutes? i didn’t do anything wrooong…”
his hair plastered to the forehead and his eyes leaden with lust before clenching shut, holding onto his orgasm for dear life before finally relinquishing close to five minutes of nonstop thrusting. he failed quickly to try to even eat you out– the three minute mark tapping him out as his desperate moans and pleas got in the way. he tensed, splattering the floor beneath him and squeezing around the toy– you vaguely wondered if he would clench around your fingers next time you fucked with him like this.
“when’re gon’ fuck me like this, baby?”
“i gotta do all of it by myself?”
“that’s bull, come over here– lend me a hand.”
❝ sub!tamsy ❞ … who's louder than you with his precious whines.
angelic soft whimpers fell from his lips when you slicked his cock just right; his face scrunched up in bliss and eyes rolling back into his head as you positioned your hand right at the base and twisted upwards in one deft motion.
you never took him to be so… greedy either. pleas would spill from his mouth in a rushed tone, his poised manner completely abandoned as he let out his possessiveness over you. his hands would threaten to roam all over you, unable to contain himself when you told him to be still and he’d whined out curses when you decided to sit on top of his thighs with his hands bound to the headboard frame.
“i told you to stay still.”
“fuck me, i’m sorry alright?” tamsy pouted slightly before putting on a big closed mouth smile, his hips scooting down ever so slightly on the bed. his long hair was cascading down his back, blond and navy strands spilling every which way as he progressively got worse off with your hand back on his cock and almost looked like he was in pain from not being able to wrap his hand around yours to help him along.
tamsy wanted that connection– was so frenzied that he almost broke the bounds that held him back. when you sucked the tip of his cock, his mouth fell open in a loud whine with his head banging back against the headboard and you couldn’t help but hum happily at the reaction.
“put your mouth fully on it….fuck yeah– look at my good girl. j-just like an angel.”
and when he bucked his hips to try to get you to sink his cock down further your throat, you pulled off with a frown and let his cock slap heavy against his tummy with a wanton gasp echoing through the air.
“just like that…no please!”
“you can’t always get what you want, tam.” you said in a slick warm tone as you adjusted yourself over his cock this time around, grasping the base and lining it up with your entrance and he sucked in a sharp breath, fiddling with the inner part of his labret. “don’t cum.”
“anything but that, i-i won’t last…!”
he gasped the panted breath he held within his throat when you sunk fully down on him. and wow, you’ve never seen tamsy so desperate– the calm and collected cleaner that stood his ground against every mission with his head on his shoulders was literally falling apart right in front of you. and you loved every second of it.
you couldn’t quite tell if he was mimicking your moans, the same pitch in sync every time you rolled your hips dreamily and you momentarily decided he wasn’t; he was just that loud and much more than you to say the least. his cock was splitting you open and here he was, whining like a little bitch with every squeeze of your cunt, so fucking eager to just thrust up and he couldn’t because of the way you straddled him with your palms forcefully plastered on his bony hips.
“i’msoclose, youneedtoletmecum.” tamsy tried to muster up, his eyes clasped shut as he neared his high, his cock twitching inside you. you giggled softly, caressing the tendrils of his hair in your firsts and tugging hard.
“what do we say, tam-tam?” you looked at him, his honey golden pupils nearly blown wide when he looked at you before squeezing them shut again as he managed out sharp whimpers while you still worked yourself down on him. you felt tamsy shudder underneath you and felt the warmness of his cum seep in you with an exasperated ‘i’m sorry, fuck me–’ reaching your ear.
“all for me? thank you baby, you’re so sweet...”
“please–please!... please let me cum, i’lldoanything…”
“right there–don’t stop. don’t you fucking stop, need to cum so bad.”
Tamsy is 100% a feminist. He might genuinely be the worst, but he would be SO put off if a person talked down to a someone just because they’re a woman or AFAB. Like hello? Get a real reason to not like someone.
Tbh, gonna push it further and say that he treats everyone equally no matter who they are. Every single person gets his sugary sweet fake side and everyone gets equally judged in his mind. Not because of gender identity, race, sexuality, or anything like that, but simply because he doesn’t like people in general.
Letting Choso use blood manipulation to keep his cock up
You promised your sweet Choso you would be able to handle it if he went a little bit harder on you during sex.
He was just so reluctant, deciding he would rather die than hurt you during something that should be intimate and personal. Plus, Choso liked it best when you went hard on him.
Then, you brought up him using his cursed technique to keep his cock up longer during sex. If he wasn’t sold on going harder on you, at the very least he could fuck you for even longer than usual.
Initially, Choso said no. He was worried that something might go wrong and hurt you.
The thought of it, however, stayed on his mind over the course of the next week. Having you bouncing on his dick for hours on end, pretty pussy squeezing him into his tenth orgasm? That sounded like heaven.
He just couldn’t sit around any longer without making this fantasy come true.
So as soon as you got home from work, he pounced.
Now, Choso has had his cock in you for you don't even know how long. Every position, every angle--and he hadn't gone soft once.
"F-Fuck, 'Cho!" You cried out, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard dick. Choso was a whiny mess under you, a few tears slowly rolling down his face. Using his technique hadn't made him unable to feel pleasure after a while; in fact, it only made the sensations more prominent.
His large hands gripped your waist, guiding you up and down, back and forth. The slowed to roll of your hips, then sped you up, making sure you would be able to feel every vein against your gummy walls.
A loud, high-pitched moan came from your mouth when Choso slammed you down onto his cock, tip kissing your cervix with every rough bounce.
Cunt gripping him tight, the feeling turned into one that was mixed with an undertone of soreness. After being fucked all evening, it was surprising your pussy hadn't fallen apart.
The all-too-familiar feeling rose in your lower belly again, the same one you'd experienced at least five different times earlier.
"Baby, I'm gonna... shit!" Choso grunted, cumming in you again without warning. Strings of cum pulled from his skin to your every time you rose, a sticky mess piling under you.
He couldn't just leave you without another climax. Choso thrusted his hips upwards, heavy-lidded eyes watching your tits bounce and face contort.
Your orgasm ripped through your sore cunt, milking Choso's spent cock. Coming to a slow, Choso lifted your hips, helping you off his dick.
You hissed, hole feeling stretched and empty without Choso inside of you. Completely drained, you collapsed onto the bed next to him, watching his cock go soft as he released his technique.
"We should do this more often." Choso mumbled.
Turning your head to look at him, you raised an eyebrow. "Really? You're so cautious, I assumed this would be a one-time thing."
"I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would." He blushed, looking away from you with a soft grin.
Tamsy doing cute and totally normal boyfriend things like kidnapping and bringing you to the Sphere. When you wake up, he’s already hovering over you with his formal attire and hair down in a lavish bedroom. Missing labret piercing and all. He coos and soothes your sleepy worries, rubbing his fingers over the back of your left hand that has an oddly placed ring on your fourth finger…
When im giving tamsy head but im sucking on it so vigorously that the piercing ball on his dick actually comes loose and chokes me and tamsy just watches me choke to death on his piercing because hes a fucking sadist and then I literally die because I sucked tamsys dick too hard
Masochist angel Tamsy x Secretly Sadist demon reader for @bendrownded16 💙❤️🩹
Tamsy doesn't like allowing himself to be vulnerable with anyone. Infact, he hates it. He hates the idea of someone being able to hurt him
When he first met you, he didn't think much of you. You were this shy little thing who usually stayed hidden in shadows and never talked much to anyone. So, Tamsy ignored you
But after a while, you started to draw his eye again. He began noticing strange things about you. Like how you'd smile whenever someone got hurt or how you'd get squirmy whenever someone talked about being in pain
Tamsy wasn't stupid. He knew what was up with you. And he loved it
He starts to do stuff just to get your attention. When you're nearby, he trips himself. Purposfully puts himself in harms way just so you can see him in pain
He sees how much pleasure you get from it. Your face gets all red and warm as you try not to expose how turned on you are whenever Tamsy shows you his new injuries
He'll convince you to hurt him. No explicitely, but he'll make you made enough to the point you WANT to hurt him
When you finally do, he's laughing and blushing the whole time. With a barely conceed boner in his pants
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