꒰ঌ ໒꒱ — toxic sex with tamsy (remake)
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ — dni if you’re uncomfortable with baby-trapping.
he growls softly, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts deeper inside you, his movements becoming more intense.
be leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing your moans as he continues to pound into you. his free hand reaches up to tangle in your hair.
he kisses you deeply, tongue invading your mouth as his hips snap forward with a rough, desperate rhythm. your bodies slap together wetly, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room.
tamsy’s breathing comes in ragged gasps against your lips, a low growl rumbling from his chest. “mine.” he breathes possessively, claiming you completely.
you moan softly, quietly, feeling him deeply in you.
his movements become more animalistic, one hand still holding your hair while the other wraps around your waist possessively. he lifts you slightly, angling himself deeper.
the headboard of the bed starts hitting the wall with a rhythmic thudding sound matching desperate pace. “shh..”
he kisses you again, silencing your quiet moans as he continues to pound into you. his touch becomes more dominant, his hips moving with a brutal force that leaves you gasping.
he knows you’re hating yourself for this, but he also knows you can't resist him. not like this.
his hand moves from your hair to cover your mouth completely, muffling your sounds as he snaps his hips forward harshly.
the new position makes him hit that spot deep inside you that makes your body tremble despite yourself. a wicked smirk plays on his lips against your palm. “there it is..”
one thing about tamsy, was he was toxic. no matter how much he softens up wit you, he’d always fool you and go back into his toxic behaviors.
he pulls out suddenly, leaving you empty and vulnerable on the bed.
you feel the cold air hit your slick skin, your thighs trembling. before you can protest, he flips you onto your stomach roughly, pressing your face into the pillow.
you hate how much this feels good, he’s hitting all the right spots, while nudging against your cervix.
he slams back into you without warning, his thick length piercing you deeply. the pillow muffles your scream, his hand pressing the back of your head down firmly.
he sets a soft pace, each thrust pushing you further up the bed. his other hand grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. “fucking take it.”
he pulls your hips up higher, exposing you completely to him.
the new angle lets him hit that spot even harder, his thick head nudging against your cervix with every thrust. you can feel his hot breath against your ear.
“such a good girl.. taking me so good,” his voice is low and cruel, a direct contrast to the tender way he treated you earlier. one hand moves to wrap around your neck, squeezing just enough to remind you who's in control. “does it feel good?”
you nodded, moaning and whimpering for him.
a satisfied smirk plays on his lips at your response.
he tightens his grip on your neck slightly, cutting off some air. his other hand reaches around to rub harsh circles over your clit, using your own wetness against you. “that’s right.”
you can tell he’s close, with the way he starts twitching inside of you. “pull out tamsy..” you whined, since you weren’t ready for a baby yet.
and he wasn’t smart enough to buy condoms, because he always brainwashed you to think their useless. same as being on birth control.
at your whined request, he pulls out abruptly, leaving you empty and whimpering. his thick cock is red and glistening with your juices.
he ignores your plea and instead slams back in deep, hitting that spot that makes you see stars.
he groans loudly, his grip on your hips bruising as hot seed fills you up completely. his cock pulses inside you, pumping load after load deep into your womb.
he collapses on top of you, his heavy breathing hot against your neck.
“there we go..” he murmurs possessively, still twitching inside you as he finishes.
he kisses your neck lazily, completely ignoring your panic about him coming inside you. his softening cock is still buried deep, making sure every drop stays inside you.
he knows you're not on birth control, but he's too selfish to pull out or use protection. “shhh..”
he wraps his arms around you possessively, trapping you under him. he knows the possibility of getting you pregnant is high, and he likes the idea.
claiming you in the most primal way possible. he kisses your neck gently.
he then reaches for a towel, wiping between your thighs slowly, cleaning the mess he made. the warm water feels good against your sensitive skin.
but when you look up at him, you notice something in his eyes—a calculating glint, a satisfaction you didn’t catch before.
“good girl,” he murmurs softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. the ‘sweet little boyfriend’ is back.
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