"I've never heard of Megan Thee Stallion before" if you've ever said any variation of "Hot Girl Summer" then congratulations you've benefitted from an internationally popular Black female artist's creativity
"I thought those were just memes" yeah y'all tend to do this to a lot of things Black people create and/or do, while conveniently cutting them out in the process. You should really consider how easy it was and why that is. I do have a suggestion.
WHERE IS THE LIE!?, as someone who has struggled from the core of this earth all the way to the fucking ozone layer(trust that yall dont even wanna know the story of my life and I'm only 23 years old, shit was that bad up until recently) it irritates me when some girls(you don't deserve to be called a Woman, having the title of Woman holds so much weight, dignity , acceptance, respect- that's a topic for another time) will just bum tf out and slap it with a "cute" phrase or label and try to act like it's valid, adult hood is fucking harsh and hard, yes, but that doesn't mean that you get to hehehaha your way through it, because it is truly PATHETIC, and if your with someone who enables that behavior?, yall heading nowhere FAST(but that's also a topic for another time)
Cw! Dry Humping, Car Sex, mentions of drugs, porn with a plot, Plug! Tamsy, spanking, riding
Songs I recommend when you see the ** sign
Let it Burn- Jazmin Sullivan
Invite Me- Brent Faiyaz
CPR- Summer Walker
“No, come on..I know i ain’t smoked a whole half ounce in two weeks..” You complained to yourself, looking through the drawers of your smoke box. It had been the longest night of your life and the universe wanted to kick you in the ass by basically telling you that you were out of something to smoke.
The only people up at this time of night were people working the street, the crackheads and the people selling it to them, you didn’t need that kinda work.
“Oh shit, I know who to call..” You said, nodding your head while pulling out your phone to hit the name “Connie”.
At night you were the prettiest bartender in downtown by helping your closest friend Daija run her nightclub. Some nights you were a bottle girl, some nights you were handing out food, and most nights you found yourself stuck behind the bar dealing with drunk assholes who’ve been cut off for the night.
Tonight was one of those nights where it seemed like you were gonna drown in the ticket machine itself and with the time being 3:30 in the morning you knew that if Connie’s big headed ass wasn’t up you’d be shit outta luck until he was either up or back in town.
The phone rings once, twice and you were debating on letting it ring for a third time before the line cuts to a smooth voice.
“Hey baby girl, you just getting off?”
“Hey Con, where you at? I need my usual, I won't have another day off till this weekend. You think you can slide by tonight?”
“Ahhh shit not tonight ma, im outta town trying to move some things around..”
Ughhhh, that meant he was either out or moving some more stuff in. You had all your faith in him to at least have a 3.5 on him or BE IN TOWN.
“That’s okay Connie, don’t press on rushing to get back.” You said in a bit of a deflated tone.
“If you need something to last until I get back I can hit my boy T and he can give you what I got at my crib. Same shit so you don’t think nobody trying to lace you..” He chuckled, making conversation with some guys in the background.
“T? I don’t know nor do I trust a nigga named “T”.” You replied back, going through to your closet to see if you’d left a blunt in your other stash but the way these long nights have been, you’re pretty sure you smoked everything in the house, down to the insulation.
Truth was you didn’t feel like doing the embarrassing walk outside to a nigga you don’t know. You did it with Connie and got pretty cool with him so he would drop extra nugs in the bag for you, but having to do the warming up process all over again, plus what if tried to say some slick shit?
“I wouldn’t send a random dude to your house if I knew he was on that type of time, T cool people, he barely talk to me.” Connie chuckles.
“Imma send him ya address and your phone number and he’ll text you when he outside. He don’t like giving his number out.” He continued, as you heard typing noises on the other end of the phone.
It was take what you could from T or wait another week, and we both knew the better option.
“Ight Connie, you got me when you get back right?”
“You know i do, he said he on his way. Like 5-10 minutes.”
Damn, that quick? Was he just sitting down the street? He was probably already on the move with other customers which was good for you. Connie could be the regular and he could maybe be somebody you hit up when Connie couldn’t get to you.
“Ight, I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Bet”
Click
Now you had all of 7-8 minutes to throw on something quick and make yourself look like you weren’t feening. You could’ve waited a week but it helps ease the pain of working 7 days straight.
You threw on your favorite fitted hoodie and some lounge shorts, putting your slides on without socks. It would only take a minute.
You went in your purse to pull out 70$ only because he was one of Connie’s guys and you always pay handsomely for a good strain. Be good to your plug and reap the benefits, that’s the motto you lived by and it worked every time.
Ping
“Outside”
Everytime you got that text no matter who it was from, your heart palpitated, you couldn’t tell if it was your anxiety messing with you or your brain confusing the feeling of excitement. No matter what it was, all you had to do was pick up, pay and smoke.
You opened your front door into the cool midnight air, letting your slides flip on the concrete towards the street. You were expecting an all blacked out car or something flashy like plugs usually have, but instead you were walking up to a dark blue M4 BMW coupe, with rims so shiny it gave you a glare in your eyes.
The man rolled down the window to let out clouds of yellow smoke, it was loud enough to be heard down the block which was a good indicator he has something worth smoking. His hair was tied up into a half up half down style with the top of his bun being a lazy bow, it contrasted with his all black interior.
“Y/n?” He asks, his voice soft but loud enough to be heard over the roaring engine.
“Yeah T?, sorry for the late call.” You apologized, smoothly handing the money over to him so you could grab the pack and go, you couldn’t focus on his bright yellow eyes or watch him bat his long blonde eyelashes slowly at you. Something silver shared the tiniest glint in your eye to reveal his lip piercing on his lower lip. His very prominent lips
Damn he wasn’t supposed to be fine!
Connie almost had you but you had common sense when it came to men that deal around. He could be dealing in some other forms of drugs and you didn’t want that extra drama of some niggas breaking into your home cuz Connie said something they didn’t like. Even if he didn’t, dealing with Connie wasn’t something you wanted to deal with, you weren't searching nor were you finding anything.
“Tamsy and you good, you’re not too far from my next stop” He said, taking his hand to reach into the middle compartment.
Tamsy.
“Here. Keep that in ya hand, this what Connie had left over and I threw in some of mine to see if you like it..” He said, tapping your hand to open it. You both made the transition smoothly but you still had the money in your hand. What you did feel was something more than an 8th.
“Preciate it, and here it’s not much but-“
“Like I said, you good with me. ” He replied, putting the car into drive. “You got my number, Connie ain’t gon be back for a minute so i’ll put you on my route.” He continued, the corners of his mouth slowly pulled up into a smile, pulling off into the night with the music blasting and you swore you heard Jazmine Sullivan.
And what does he mean by Connie won’t be back? How long does it take to bring that stuff to his place? Then again you always had either an ounce or half of one and that doesn’t go by easily through TSA. You rolled your eyes and made it back into the house to enjoy what you had. That meant when you ran out, Tamsy was the one you had to call.
~
You built a decent routine with Tamsy even after Connie got back with the same old stuff you used to buy, you just got used to how quick he would pull up and how heavy he would make his bags for you and how hard his strain would hit. After that first night you were hooked!
Every two weeks he’d come by almost right after you got home from work, you were starting to think he made you apart of his personal routine but only because you changed your weed schedule just to have another reason to see him again.
The interactions were short in the beginning, just a simple “Thank you,” “No problem love” that turned into “How was work? You need anything this week love?” And no matter what you tried to do to clear your debt with him, he either sent the money right back or found a way to slip in the pack, it was kind of cute.
To keep your sanity you assumed he was being nice like Connie when you first met him, but the line started to blur one night he let you sit in his car to get out of the cold, you told him that his strain was one of your favorites and even made a joke about how you don’t call Connie as much.
“Is that so? Connie’s an old customer of mine. He was one of the few folks I dealt too. This is something I do in my free time. It’s quiet, I can have my music playing, I can unwind from work.”
“That’s right, you know what I do, what do YOU do?” You questioned, looking at Tamsy with a curious face.
“Im a fashion designer, I make it all. Shirts, hoodies, pants, dresses. I’m in a decent studio right now, and my name can be seen in a couple of places.” He smiled, pointing to the jacket he was currently wearing.
“I was gonna ask where did you get it from, that’s sick! I see the logo everywhere but I never know where to find it.”
“I think I can work something out..” The blonde haired boy smiled. That’s how you ended up in a custom made baby blue jacket with your name written across the back of it, your mind was screaming at you that once this was all said and done he was gonna pull something slick and seduce you into fucking him. You were even considering the thought of it meant getting free weed and custom made clothes? But it was only in your fantasies at night you were under his influence of a strain, pumping a vibrator in and out of your plump floods, whispering his name into the pillow wishing it was him, telling you that your orgasms were only for his eyes to see.
How soft his voice would be hitting the shell of your ear panting your name while he’s balls deep inside of you.
“You can take it all for me can’t you doll? I know what it’s doing to you..” The slightest rasp scratching the perfect spot in your mind.
“Tamsy..” You called out.
“Hm?” He hums, not looking up from his phone.
Your eyes came to as you widen them to see where you were, the flashback felt so real you shuffled in the seat a bit to see if you soaked up the thong you had on and your thoughts were proven correct. You were sitting in his car outside of the house like usual except this time it wasn’t 3 in the morning.
It was another busy weekend so you were headed to work after he left instead of the usual 3 am meetups and it’s the first time seeing him in the daylight. There wasn’t much of a difference but your thighs spotted everything. The way he held the blunt in his fingertips, how the setting sunlight flared into the car illuminating his eyelashes making his eyes cut sharp, if you kept staring at him you’d be stuck in la la land again.
“How much do I owe you for the jacket, now?” You said, spitting random words into a sentence to continue the conversation you forgot you started.
“That’s the fifth time you’ve asked that, and this is the fifth time of me telling you, it’s on me.” He chuckled, blowing smoke out the window.
“Let me get to work, thanks for coming earlier today. I knew I would be too tired to call tonight. I don’t know when I'm getting home.”
“Call me if you need a ride, I can’t have you driving that late with you working yourself that hard. Don’t pay 40$ for no uber either.”
“By the time you get there I'll be halfway home so..”
“Go to work, call me if you need me when it dies down and I'll wait outside.” He interjects, unlocking the car door with a slight smirk on his face.
“Goodnight Tamsy..” You said firmly, trying to hold back a laugh.
“I’ll see you soon..” He spoke through the raised tinted window, starting up the car with his music cutting on full blast and there was that song again. You wanted to straight up ask him what the song was but you didn’t want to give him the chance to say he put you on something. Even his instagram didn’t have shit on it so you couldn’t sneak your way around it.
You spent the entire shift humming the chorus, trying to figure out what she was actually saying instead of made up nonsense you were singing.
“What’s been in your ass lately?” Daija’s warm voice chimes in from the back.
“I wish he was in my ass..” You joked back, counting the register while the last of your regulars staggered out of the empty bar. You still had a shit ton of tables to clean off, silverware to clean and an entire place to sweep.
“You’re dating again? After that shit with Connie?”
“I’m not dating anyone, girls can’t have crushes anymore?”
“You have such a dangerous type you know that?” Daija laughed, placing the clean glasses on top of each other.
“You like your men murderous..I think i’m okay with a pot head. He’s not that deep into it like Connie. You know what baby blue jacket I came in with today? He made that by hand!” You beamed, images of him working so intricately with the fabric, wishing it was you he had his hands, touching you with that much delicacy.
“I’ll give him something, it’s a beautiful design.” She said, with a shrug in her shoulder. She looked over to you, yawning at the register still counting dollar bills like a money counting machine. Daija knew you said you didn’t mind helping out, but there were still times where she gave you an extra day off to ease your easily swollen feet or to forcefully stop covering people’s shifts. Tonight was one of those nights where she couldn’t stand to watch you waddle in foot pain.
"Aye, sweep up for me then you're off okay? I'll have Yari finish up the rest. My register needs to be perfect.”
“It was just a yawn! Daija I swear i’m fine.”
“And an aneurysm is just a headache, take yo ass home. I’ll pay for an uber, you can keep your car here.” She said, snatching the money out of your hand. You yawned again when you tried to play back and take the money, sighing to yourself.
You didn't want to call him, you didn’t have to call him either, you were sleepy but coherent enough to make it home. Still you hit his contact name in your phone just to see if he would pick up and after two rings, that soft blanket of a voice sung through the speaker of the phone.
“Yeah?”
“I’m..done for the night and I don’t wanna drive home can you..take me home?” You caved in, throwing your hand to your face cringing to yourself.
A tender chuckle cuts the silence while you hear background noises soon after.
“I’m on my way sweetheart..”
“Thank you..” You replied, holding your cheek to stop the burning of you forcing back a smile.
Click.
Immediately, you put your phone on the counter and started to sweep to calm your racing nerves, you’ve sat in his car plenty of times, you’ve rode with him to the store and he’s even dropped you off at work! What was so wrong about him taking you home tonight? Was it the way he said it earlier? Or how adamant he was at making sure you were home safely? Or could it possibly be the fact you wanted to slip his dick right in between your lips every time you saw him?
With the way you were thinking, you probably swept the floor twice, stuck in trance something like weed can’t recreate.
Ping
“I’m here”
“I’m gone Daija! I love you!!” You called to her in the kitchen, grabbing your things and your palpitating heart to head towards that pretty blue BMW. He was standing outside of the car standing by the passenger door ready to open it.
“Thank you for coming..”
“I told you I would..light that right there.” He said, pointing to the thickly rolled blunt sitting in the ashtray, with a soft slam of the car door.
Maybe this was more than something to touch yourself about, you didn’t feel the heartbeat in your stomach but more in your chest seeing how thoughtful it was for him to share and going out of his way to take you home. This wasn’t the time for life confessions, it’s bad enough you couldn’t stop fingering yourself to thought of him moaning your name, you can’t catch feelings with it too!
He slides into the driver's seat, connecting his bluetooth to the car before pulling off into the street heading towards your house. You were hoping it was the song you couldn’t drum out of your skull, it was a nasty ear worm constantly having it on replay and the only thing you could think about was him taking his hands around your throat, squeezing until the only thing you can squeal out is a syllable of his name.
You lit the blunt and watched the entire car engulf in the yellow clouds of smoke, taking a couple hits to start, cutting your eyes to look at him driving. He always looked so focused in whatever he was doing, your brain noticed he wore a lighter jacket so you could see a few more of his scars cascading down his neck.
“Sooo, care to tell me what happened on today’s episode?” He laughs lightly, leaning back to drive with one hand, taking the blunt from you with his other.
“No, tonight was crazy! We had two fights, and a couple of glasses got broken..” You went on, starting your regular spiel on how crazy it got, sometimes you would keep it short so you wouldn’t talk his ear off but he kept saying he didn’t mind.
The both of you took turns passing it back and forth to each other, cracking jokes about each other and talking about what brings the drive out of you to keep working so hard and even asked him what brung him to designing clothes. Each topic made your stomach hurt with laughter and your cheeks burning from cheesing so damn hard.
You forgot about the music he had playing in the background up until the song you had stuck in your head for weeks started through the speakers.
**
“Wait turn this up..”
“Oh? You like this one? I heard it on the radio a while ago..I like listening to it when i ride around late..”
So you weren’t crazy.
“It’s your fault then, I've been singing this shit all day..” You laughed, turning it up louder. The car rolled to a perfect stop so you turned your neck to see that you were already home.
“I want to listen to the song first, then I'll go in..” You said turning back to his gaze. He watched your eyes bounce back and forth until they froze in focus, letting his eyes blink slowly.
The bass of his speakers vibrated the seats of his cars and a certain part between your pre soaked thighs. You held the last of the blunt with your thumb and forefinger, taking a hit and passing it back to him.
“My weed, my clothes, now my music, it’s looking like you want to be me..” He said shrugging his shoulders, a small smile sitting on the side of his face.
“Nevermind, I'll listen to it in my room.” You said, rolling your eyes, going to unlock the car door.
“I thought you wanted to listen to it with me..” He chuckles, ashing the blunt. He cracks the windows to slowly air out the hot box you and him created, your eyes bloodshot red while his was slightly pink with a glossy coat over his sharp yellow eyes.
“It’s kinda hard to enjoy the song when somebody keeps talking to you..” The interior of the car was still covered with the greenish yellow smoke even with the windows cracked it made the smoke in the air stand still like a fire being extinguished.
“It’s for a reason..” He said, leaning back in his reclined front seat.
“And what reason is that?”
“I happen to have you cross my mind when this song comes on..”
“I know you did..I’ll confess and say I did something of that nature.”
“You did? Was it because you also had me on your mind when you heard it?”
“You put me on to the song, how can I not think about you?”
“That’s two confessions down, now i’m waiting on the last one.” He grins, throwing one of his hands behind his tied up hair.
“I’m not falling for that Tamsy..Connie pulled the same shit with me and-”
“What’s my name?”
“Hmm?”
“Tamsy?”
“One more time for me?”
“Tamsy..”
“It’s what I heard the first time, his name shouldn’t be in this conversation right now. Two different people love, whatever he did was his business, right now it’s about mine.”
Who was he talking to? The words fell so swift off of his tongue you didn’t know if you should hit him or better yet choke the shit out of his smug ass.
“Then handle yo business..and I'll handle mine.” You huffed, reaching over his lap to unlock the doors from his side.
“You don’t mind?” He hummed, taking his free hand to slip a finger under your chin to pull you just inches away from his pierced lip. Your eyes were locked onto the way he played with it using his tongue.
“Handle it..”
“You said handle it?” He whispered, tapping your lips against his once, then twice to lean back as he snickers at your pitiful third attempt to kiss him.
“That’s three..” He grinned, switching from tipping your chin to cupping it then spreading his fingers down to your throat giving it a light squeeze as you stuck your tongue down his throat. The song played in the background while the sounds of your lips smacking rung in your ears.
A soft moan left your lips and into his mouth with a satisfied expression on Tamsy’s face. Either that was his thigh or you had to order a better sized toy to keep under your bed. It throbbed underneath you with your pretty pussy matched his rhythm, it felt so warm and hot being pressed against the still growing bulge.
Tamsy grunts softly from feeling your leaking mess spill through his sweats, holding one hand on your throat and the other one gripping your hips in place of his dick, moving it back and forth.
“It feels so big..” You huffed, wrapping your lips around his tongue.
“You gotta wake him up, you got it..I’ll help you..” He said, his voice as delicate as a flower but warm enough to send those zaps to your clit. You got a hold of the rhythm and moved your hips a bit faster, squeezing your thighs as much as you could to feel it hit that spot over and over again. You could feel him thrust his hips up like he was trying to match the rhythm of the song.
“Good girl..” Tamsy purrs, speeding up your hips. “Wake him up so I can give you what you’ve been eye fucking me for..” He whispered to you, nipping your neck with his teeth.
“Fuck yes please..” You cursed, bucking your hips into his full length, the thong you had on was a thing in past once you felt Tamsy hands go under that skirt, sliding them down slow. You lift you hips up so he could get the down far enough, you took this chance to pull out his warm two toned dick free from his sweats. It flung out with ‘plop’ sound on his stomach that made your pussy clench around air.
“Sit right there..right there fuck..” The blonde grits his teeth at you, sitting you on top of the big vein showing prominently on his shaft. Your soaked folds glide so gently against his length, causing the two of you to groan and whimper at the slow burning tension his dick gave your slick mess.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, accidentally messing up his top ponytail and watched as strands of hair cascaded down his face while he slid you back and forth, making his tip twitch on your clit.
“I feel him waking up..handle it for me Tamsy..”
“Is that what you want him to do?” He cooed, slowing down the pace of your hips, listening to the noises of the next song on the playlist blend in with your pussy squirting and squelching shading him.
“I need him, I need you Tamsy..” You panted, just moments before squeezing your thighs at the orgasm he pulled out of you slowly erupting inside of your core, still not changing his pace.
“I think that’s a better answer isn’t it?” He grunts, lifting your hips with one hand while his other grabs the base of his shaft lining himself up to your quivering cunt. “Easy doll, take him one inch at a time, don’t be greedy..” The blonde haired man smirked, taking the pad of his thumb to rub on your already sensitive clit to ‘guide’ you on his length.
A drawn out moan fell from your throat feeling the searing hot pressure of him stretching you out, while you hugged his cock tight between those nasty lips.
"I can be fucking greedy if I want.." You said, pushing your hips down his length to fill you up to completion.
"Sucha needy little thing, I want to see how she sounds with her mouth full.." He smirks, holding you down in that same position to pound up underneath you, piercing that spongy spot hiding inside of your silky walls. The car began to sway from how hard he pushed, grunting with every stroke and inhaling the smoke still in the car getting the buzz and the euphoric feeling all at the same time.
Your pussy squelches and farts as your ass slapped against his thighs making your own music that he wouldn't mind playing back on the car speakers just to get a reaction. You whined from embarrassment only to earn a slap on your ass, crying out his name once more.
"Let her talk to me..don't stop those hips.." Tamsy growls, removing his hands to let you bounce on his girthy length, each bounce sending your brain into a pink mush pile.
"I won't stop, fuck why you doing this to me?" You breathed, laying your acrylic hands on his chest for support while your legs quivered signaling that they would give out soon, but you needed to get that nut out of you, you wanted him to moan your name just like he did in your fantasies, to whimper at you for release.
"Because you deserve this..say it baby.." He cooed, matching your slow pace with sloppy, controlled thrusts.
"I..oh god..I.."
"He not here..It's just me.." he chuckles. "Come on beautiful.." Tamsy hums, thrusting faster with each one stronger than the last.
"I deserve it.." You moaned, throwing yourself onto his chest to let him take over, your legs shook violently sending shots of clear liquid out of your cunt, stained his sweats and a part of his front seat.
"You deserve it..that's my good girl.." He groans, sucking in air from how tight you clenched around him, making his tip flutter before pulling himself out releasing thick globs of his white sweet nectar all on his hand, painting your clit with ease.
Somebody asked about this man and it started something in my core the longer I scrolled on here under his tag and when I tell you I ran to to grab my headphones to find a song for himmm? My Jabber and Tamsy loves we taking a small detour— I need him heavy breathing, chain dangling and them tattoos all over me! So please enjoy what happened when I used a rose and a great song to make some magic.
Song in mind: T Shirt & Panties- Adina Howard, Dreamin- PartyNextDoor
“Hmmmngh..” You huffed, squirming your hips around your slick fingers, rubbing them around in search of that spot you needed to scratch.
The clock flashed 4:16 am and you found yourself covering the bottom half of your face with one of Enjins shirts, inhaling his scent while your fingers played around with your swollen clit, whimpering his name.
You were a mess.
He was in the next room over and you knew he was up doing god knows what at this hour, you could tell by the faint scent of his cigerette smoke lingering in your room only aiding to the soaking mess you were making on your sheets.
“Shit..” You whined, your chest heaving with each breath as the climax you were racing towards fell flat from you losing focus and from the slight creak your ears heard move across your door.
Did he hear you through the walls? Your mind went through every worst case scenario in the book even after the creaks went past the door and down the hallway towards the kitchen.
The pounding sensation in your heart made your thighs tighten together, squeezing that spot just right thinking about if he caught you spread out in his clothes.
It was his fault he never asked for it back.
The creaks returned back towards his room as you pressed your body back up against the wall, trying to catch your breath from what you were about to allow your impulsivity to get into.
Pushing yourself off of your bed, your feet hit the cold ground of your room letting the gigantic shirt pool over your body like a moo moo, the man was huge standing at a steady 6’3.
The thought of him towering over you sent your mind into a trance like state, a small lustful smile resting on your face setting your lie in place as you walked from your door to his, making it seem like you were heading to the bathroom.
“Can’t sleep either?” You spoke, your voice soft and your cunt clenching around air.
Enjin sat on the edge of his bed shirtless, turning his tatted neck to you standing in the doorway. His hair fell from the usual updo he would have, covering his low lidded eyes as the cigarette he had in his mouth blew smoke around him.
“It’s dog shit in the fridge to eat too..hey..” He said with a short laugh, pausing to furrow his eyes on your figure, pulling the cigerette from his mouth to call you over with a curl in his finger.
“I forgot i gave you that..c’mere..fuck..” His last words a whisper to himself keeping his gaze on your body tip toe over to him to get a better look at the shirt.
“I wear it to sleep sometimes..” You said with soft chuckle, a knot forming in your throat from fighting a quiver feeling him tug on the bottom of the shirt to read the design, the coolness of his rings tapping your thighs.
“Wearing nothing under it?” He grinned, pulling you in by his shirt carefully holding your ass through the material still with his cigarette in his hand, squeezing with one and ashing it out with the other. His fingers found their way under the cloth and onto the back of your thighs, uncovering that leaking spot hidden but the curious blonde couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
"Jin baby I was only up to use the bathroom.." You lied, leaning away from him to keep up the lazy façade, he let you fall out of his arms on to bed, rolling him on top of you allowing the greyish blue color of the moonlight illuminate his tatted body. The cloth of the shirt folded back exposing the real reason why you pranced your way into his room this late at night. The way your nipples poked through the soft material and how it it softly mapped out the curvature of your body sent shots straight to his dick.
"I see why you couldn't sleep, she acting up again ain't she?" Enjin said, licking his lips watching you try to fold the cloth back over your heat just for him to push your hands out of the way, grabbing at your thighs to keep them open as he laid his hot tongue on the inside of them to lick the leaking residue.
He already knew what time it was when you came around after a heavy mission, that adorable needy look you in get in your eyes after drinking a bit too much, those moments you and him would sneak off to smoke in the car just to end up with your face in the backseats calling out his name like a mantra. How could he say no to you? If it meant getting his balls drained by your pretty mouth and those eyes he wanted to roll like dice to the back of your head, he'd do anything to keep a smile on that face and that pussy stuffed to the brim.
"Just something quick we have to get up soon.." You said breathlessly, wriggling your hips around to get him to put his mouth where you really needed him, but instead Enjin licked up your thighs, kissing up and down the squishy brown material before leaving open mouth kisses around those puffy lips dripping with the hot liquid.
"Enjin.." You whined, reaching your hand down to lace your fingers in his blonde locks of hair moving his head and his tongue hanging out of his mouth right in the middle of the sloppy mess, sliding him up and down at a nasty pace, pulling him back up to let your juices drip down his face.
"I love when you get needy.." Enjin winced from how tight you were holding on to his scalp, the slight pain increasing his hunger causing him to go back into your heat, lazily licking his tongue along your swollen clit, layering more open mouth kisses to suck up your flavor.
You bucked hips into his mouth while his thick hands clasped around your plump thighs to trap his head between the soft skin, pulling your pussy onto his tongue to fuck you softly with the wet muscle.
"Oh shit yes.." You whispered into his shirt, holding the cloth back up to your face while the other hand held onto his hair loosely, rolling your cunt onto his tongue, feeding the burning feeling growing inside of your core.
The sounds of him slobbering and smacking his lips against yours made your clit throb in his mouth allowing an orgasm to be pulled out of your stomach, sending round of shockwaves coursing through your body, shutting your legs tight.
"FFcuukkk! Hold on-"
"Mmm mmm.." He slurped, popping his head back up to push your legs back open, sneaking his middle and ring finger inside your slippery hold clenching to the shape of his digits, welcoming them back to where they belong. "Mama needed a fix?" Slurp. pop
"Rub that clit for me..come on- yeahhh mama.." He groaned, flicking his tongue over your fingers letting the warmth swirl over your sensitive spot at the same time, never letting up on his finger pumping inside of your creamy walls.
Shortly after another soft shot of your juices sprung out watering his face like a lazy river.
"So damn pretty, making a fucking mess.." He cursed under his breath swallowing every drop that left your body, kissing your puffy clit as another ball formed in your stomach from his painted black fingers curling upwards to hit that spot you loved oh so much.
"I needed to cream all over yo nasty ass mouth.." You spat, pressing on the lower half of your stomach, looking down at his fingers going in and out of that pretty pussy you were playing with earlier.
He looked so much better in it than you did.
"My mouth nasty?" Enjin said with a laugh, flicking his tongue out of his mouth to let a line of spit fall on your cunt, pumping faster as he re connected his lips around your clit again. "My mouth nasty enough for this pussy? She slobbering all on me.." He said against your wet folds. "I'll get you..slurp..back to sleep.."
"E-Enjinnnnn!" You cried out as that ball in your stomach crashed into a million pieces, enclosing the huge man's head between your legs, placing both s hands in his hair to bouncing him back and forth out of your quivering cunt so he could dig out the creaminess still left inside.
"O-Okay jin..ight! FUCK!" You whispered harshly, grabbing at his blankets underneath you to find some grounding as he sucked and hummed around that sore clit with tiny zaps of sensitivity mixing in, churning your stomach into a ball of knots.
"Keep using my tongue to get yourself off..I need that pussy ready for what I gotta do.." He huffed" Let me get that throat ready for this dick..I need to get to sleep too ma.." He went on, dragging his creamy white fingers out of your pink cunt, popping them between those needy lips, sucking in air at how wet your mouth felt, almost like a replica of your walls.
While he finger fucked your mouth, his hot muscle sucked on your nasty cunt, listening to your throat open up as his digits rested on the back of your uvula, gagging you just the way he liked.
"Atta girll, that my baby girl taking it so well for me.." He cooed, moving his head from your soaked folds to focus on his own problem growing in his pants.
Rising up from his kneeling position the giant man hovered over your body, removing his fingers from your mouth to use your spit as lubrication on his girthy length he pulled from his night pants. Thick, full of cum and heavy to the touch..you didn't know what leaked worse, your pussy or your mouth.
Tapping it on the sticky mess, he slid his length across your folds, listening to your begging whines to fill that hole he purposely kept grazing over with his tip.
"You look so damn good wearing my shirt.."
Enjin…baby..i’m watching you because writing this had me sweating..I see and understand the hype!! Maybe i write more??? I’m testing the waters with you love..
As always i’ll imagine with you soon, Tamsy and Jabber lurking around here…
18+ Mdni, Weed smoking mention (I don't smoke so I don't have first person experience but i've been around people who do it)
I've been thinking about this for a while... but i think Tamsy definitely smokes weed.. or Modern!Tamsy would.. imagine having high sex with him... 🥴 I plan on writing a full one shot about this so I won't say too much.. !
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