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Sypnopsis: Tomás can't handle your tight and hot sick (literally) pussy.
Pairing(s): Tomás Vrbada x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, piv, unprotected, creampie, sex while sick, don't recommend this shit, feels nice tho
A/N: i wrote this today as i am currently suffering through the worst fucking fever in my life this is straight from the draft, no proofread sorry
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“B-Baby… are you s-sure we should be.. doing this?” Tomás stuttered, letting out a low curse as his hips stuttered against yours.
You let out a muffled whine, nodding your head only to regret it as you immediately became dizzy.
Tomás’ brows furrowed as he reached up to place a hand against your forehead, only to wince at the burning heat beneath your skin.
“Fuck— this isn’t a good idea–” he began pulling out only to choke on his spit as your wound your legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against you, sinking him deeper into your scorching heat.
“N-nooo….” you whined once more, sighing in satisfaction as you felt his length cushioned perfectly between your snug walls. “I’ll be fine, I promise.
“I–baby… You’re burning up.. r-really bad…” he mumbled out, half concerned and half drunk on the feeling of you.
“Mmmm yeah… doesn’t it feel nice inside?” you purred.
Tomás grit his teeth at your comment.
the truth was, ge was losing it inside you. you were so fucking warm, almost too hot wrapped around him, your walls seemingly more inviting than ever as they welcomed his length
“T-that’s not the… point.” he groaned.
You pouted, lashes fluttering up at him languidly.
“But… you feel so good,” you sighed out as Tomás gave a tentative roll pf his hips. “I feel so full.”
“...M’not gonna last,” he mumbled.
“Hmm?”
he didn’y bother responding, forehead dropping against your shoulder as he draped himself over your body. his hips moving back and forth, length shining in your lewd wetness beforing sinking back in deeper into molten heaven.
your back arched, pressing your breast against his chest as his mushroom tip dragged over a sensitive spot inside you. your arms wound around his shoulders, fingers anchoring themselves on his skin leaving pretty pink lines and crescents marks behind.
The sickness was making your body feel so sensitive, skin erupting in goosebumps whenever the heat got to much to handle.
your poor pussy was fluttering where it was stretched, tingling in pleasure as he drove home over and over again.
you knew you’d regret this after you were done, seeing as your fever was only climbing up higher and higher and you’ll most likely get Tomás sick as well.
But right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he looked and sounded like such a mess on top of you.
you could hear him chanting small pleas against your neck, fist curled tight on the pillow beneath you, sweat clinging to his body as he tried to hold back his orgasm.
“baby, I c-can’t…. I can’t, I can’t–” he panted, biting down on your neck as a pathetic whine escaped his lips.
“You feel too—fuck—too good baby.” he pulled back slightly to look at your face twisted in pleasure, admiring your feature before surging forward and placing a messy kiss upon your lips.
You could barely tell where one began and the other ended.
The whole experience made you feel like you were floating in a haze of dizzying pleasure and heat. your tongues clashed messily, exploring the taste of one another as drool seeped between your lips.
“T-Tomás… M’close,” you whined, hand trailing up his neck, fingers burying themselves in his hair to keep him close.
“I got you, princess,” he groaned, hips slamming against yours, wet smacks bouncing around the room until he felt you tighten and flutter around him. He let out a deep grunt, stilling inside you.
you mewled as you felt him pulse inside you, your insides painted white as you came down from your high.
Tomás sat back, bringing his hand once more to your forehead and sighed.
“Alright, this was a dumb idea. Come on, we’re getting you cleaned up and medicated.”
you only gave him a loopy smile, body buzzing in satisfaction while still being battered by your sickness.
“Mmmm, okay.”
A/N: pass out three times in the writing of this, my fever was so fucking bad
this snowstorm rewrite is going swimmingly well ngl 🙂↕️ god if only my previous proofreader and editor had actually put in the fucking effort to make my shit sound good and not chopped🫠🫠🫠
what if—hypothetically speaking—I made a college au, hypothetically, that takes u through the life of y/n, hypothetically, and, hypothetically, it branches off into 7 different routes, one for each MK character i write, all with different stories to tell.
A/N: wrote this on a plane and finished editing it while eating a whole jar of nutella 🤩🤩 also sorry y'all i got real lazy with the editing so it aint proofread rlly
Requested by: Anon
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It wasn’t that you hid what you did for work.
You just simply didn’t advertise it.
If someone asked what you did, you would spare them the details and say that you often worked in front of a camera.
Most people naturally assumed you were a streamer, a youtuber, maybe some kind of fitness influencer or content creator. Modern day internet had produced enough bizarre careers that nobody questioned it anymore.
No one straight up assumed you were a camgirl.
Much less Bi-Han.
Of course not all of your content was raunchy, sex-filled shenanigans.
You had your occasional casual streams where you simply sat down and talked with your audience while playing games or chilling for a few hours.
“Chat, what should I do for my next stream?” you mused aloud.
‘squirt stream!!!’
‘dp? 😏😏’
‘tit job 🤤🤤 ur titties are so fukin nice’
‘wanna see you take that dragon dildo again 🥵’
Your eyes lazily skimmed over the comments as they flew by, taking some of the suggestions into consideration for future streams while others simply amused you.
A donation alert suddenly chimed, causing you to blink before the message was automatically read aloud.
“y/ncutelittleclit donated $20 and said: have ur bf fuck u on stream???”
You blinked at the request, tilting your head as though genuinely considering it. Your teeth caught your lower lip as you thought it over.
“Uhhh…” You snorted, quickly covering your mouth to suppress a laugh.
“Chat, I don’t think… ehh, how do I put this…” you chuckled. “Guys, he doesn’t know about y’all.”
The comments immediately exploded.
‘WHAT?!?’
‘nahh no way’
‘cap’
‘he doesn’t know u do this??? 😦’
‘oh lord that will be an interesting convo’
More comments poured in, many of your subscribers expressing disbelief that your boyfriend had absolutely no idea about your online content or persona.
“Guys,” you whined, “it’s not my fault he doesn’t know. He hasn’t asked!” You threw your hands up defensively with a shrug.
“Asked what?”
Your head whipped toward the doorway.
Bi-Han stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, one brow raised in question.
You immediately sputtered, your mouth opening and closing.
“Oh… uh…” You laughed nervously. “Heh…”
‘OH SHIT!!’
‘guys she’s so cooked 😭😭’
‘🫡🫡🫡’
‘damn, he lowkey sounds hot’
‘💀💀💀💀’
‘think they’re gonna have an angry sex stream?? 👀’
‘fucking L lol 💀😭’
You rolled your eyes at the comments and quickly muted yourself before fully turning toward Bi-Han.
“Well?” he asked, stepping closer while making sure to stay out of view of the camera.
“Hey,” you murmured softly, looking up at him with a warm smile before letting out a sigh. “…I was telling them that you don’t exactly know what I do for work.”
His eyes flicked from you to your setup before returning to your face.
“Well… I know you do internet work,” he said with a small shrug, looking at you curiously.
“Well, yeah,” you replied awkwardly, “but, um… it’s a little more than that.”
He continued to stare at you, patiently waiting for you to elaborate.
“Okay, I’m just going to come out and say it,” you sighed, straightening up and facing him head-on.
“I’m a camgirl.”
“…Right.”
“You do know what that is, right?” you asked cautiously.
“Yes. You do your work in front of a camera, and you happen to be a woman,” he replied confidently.
A giggle escaped you before you quickly smothered it, shaking your head as Bi-Han frowned.
“Am I wrong?”
“Well, no, sweetie, you’re not,” you chuckled. “That’s just not the full description.”
You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly.
“I provide adult content online for a very large audience,” you explained.
Bi-Han fell silent for a moment, processing your words.
“…So what you’re telling me is that you are a…”
“An online pornstar. Yes.”
“Oh.”
“Mhm.”
“And you…. show yourself…?”
“Being fucked by my many toys? Yes, Bi-Han. That’s kind of the point.”
“Right.”
You both stared at each other for another moment, Bi-Han’s face remaining unreadable.
Your donation alert chimed again, drawing your attention back to the monitor as the message was read aloud once more.
“pleasemommy donated $500 and said: sooo, how about that angry makeup sex stream where he destroys your hole??? that a thing that can happen?”
“Oh my fucking god,” you snorted, covering your face before turning slightly and catching Bi-Han’s wide-eyed stare as he processed the request.
“Angry makeup sex stream..?” he asked, thorougly confused.
“They want my next stream to be us fucking,” you shrugged, quickly flipping off your viewers before turning to face him again.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know how you like staying out of the internet.” you said softly, reaching for his hand.
Bi-Han hesitated, his gaze flicking back and forth between your monitor and you face.
“...Why do I have to be angry?” he muttered.
You giggled at that.
“You don’t, but they probably think you’ll be upset because you didn’t know what I actually did for work. You know, showing my body to strangers online and all that.”
“Ahh…”
He considered it for a moment.
“Will it help if I am?”
“I mean…” you bit your lip, shrugging at him. “It’ll be hot as fuck and I get my hole destroyed so… yeah?”
He let out a long sigh as he shook his head, staring at you once more before reluctantly nodding.
“As long as you keep my face out of it.”
You quickly suppressed the grin that threatened to stretch across your face, nodding eagerly.
“Of course, duh. I’ll make sure no one sees you.”
And thus, that’s how you found yourself a few days later—limbs bent in impossible angles, roped tied up around your body and your soaking hole being mercilessly ravaged by his thick length.
“Fu-fuck!” you gasped, wriggling against your bindings. “B-Bi-”
“Tch,” he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Careful there.”
“M’sorry s-sir,” you babbled, “m’sorryyy”
You were already fourty minutes into the stream, your chat exploding with messages continuously at how Bi-Han had so easily managed to reduce you to a pathetic, babbling mess in such a short time.
He had already wrung out three orgasms from your spasming body, a fourth one quickly approaching and making your head swim in dizzying pleasure.
“S’too much, too much,” you whined, “Please, please sir…too much!”
“No it’s not,” Bi-Han stated matter-of-factly, hand roughly tugging on the rope binding your arms. “You can take it.”
“C-can’t…! Too deep!” you cried out.
He let out a scoff and continued plunging his length inside you, arching your back even further to sink in deeper, battering your poor cervix.
“That’s too bad,” he murmured, “This is what you get for keeping secrets from me.”
“Wasn’t a s-secret… ah! Please!” you yelped as his spongy tip slammed rudely inside you. “You didn’t aaskkkk..!”
“Didn’t think I’d have to ask if my woman was a slut for the world to see.” he sneered.
You let out a sob, the camera catching the drool, tears, and snot now covering your face, eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible to your viewers.
“M’not!”
“Yeah? Is that what you tell yourself to feel better?” he mused, hand snaking down to rub at your soaking pearl.
You jolted violently from the painful stimulation, another garbled moan escaping as you chanted, pleading for mercy.
“Pleasepleaseplease” you rasped out. “close, please! I’m sorry, m’so sorry.”
Bi-Han’s eyes quickly flicked to your monitor, watching your face twist with pain and pleasure, unable to take his eyes away from your figure, almost mesmerized.
Despite his taunting and degrading, you truly looked a vision, and he could almost understand the appeal in doing what you did for work.
He could see why others would flock to your streams only to see how your face contorted whenever his tip striked at a certain angle inside you. How you couldn’t keep your lips shut or drool from pooling and seeping out the corners of your mouth under the overwhelming pleasure. How your sweet, saccharine moans rang out only for them to turn into desperate, overstimulated cries and shouts as he forced you to take everything he gave you.
He huffed out, shaking his head before focusing his attention back on you.
“One more,” he grunted, a hand wrapping around your throat to pull you up slightly, giving your viewers a full view of your body, your tits bouncing with every thrust and a bulge disappearing and reappearing beneath your abdomen. “Give me one more and I’ll forgive you.”
“Nonononono,” you cried out, almost panicked. “I can’t, I can’t…!”
“You can and you will.” he growled, thrusts becoming rougher as he felt his own high creeping in, his finger speeding up against your clit. “Give it to me.”
You let out a strangled gasp, seizing in his hold as you felt your walls tighten and flutter around his length as he wrenched your fourth orgasm from you, shivering at the intensity.
“W-wait…! I feel.. I have to..’ You squeaked, your body almost burning up as the intense pleasure finally peaked and bursted out of you.
Bi-Han let out a groan as he felt you soak the bed beneath him, coating him with droplets of your release, which triggered his own, letting out a low curse as he spilled hotly inside you.
You both took a moment to catch your breaths, Bi-Han gently lowering you back down onto the bed before quickly undoing your bindings. You huffed out an exhausted sigh, relaxing your muscles until you become a puddle of human goo against your sheets.
“Chat…” you mumbled out, your eyes closed in pure exhaustion. “Hope you guys liked that. This is all your fault. Gonna end the stream now, go and check out my other content y’know where.”
Bi-Han chuckled as you half-heartedly said your goodbyes to your viewers and ended the stream.
“Well,” he asked, “did I perform well?”
“...Yeah,” you laughed quietly, turning your headto look at him. “You did amazing, baby.”
He hummed before getting up and beginning to clean you up.
“I think they enjoyed that a lot. They’re sooo going to ask you to join for further streams.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Oh, come onnn! You did so gooooood.”
“No.”
“Bi-Han—”
“No.”
“But baby—”
“I’m going to fuck you again until you can’t speak."
this isn’t a request i just wanted to say you portray tomas BEAUTIFULLY when you write, you’ve got the midas touch fr 🩶💨
oh mai GAWD STOP IT 🥹👹 on a real note sometimes i want to write him being serios (which he can be) but then i be remembering what a cheeky fuck he is 🙄🙄 he's Cage's more reaponsible twin lmfao
ty pookie gor the high compliment 🥰🥰 may u also have the midas touch 🤩🤩🤩
Js wanted to say ur gen one of my fav fanfic writers!you write js enough for me to read in one day but also all your writing is genuinely so good!!! Keep up the good work!^0^
ty 🥹🥹 and chile please, ik there's some better fanfic writers out there 😭😭😭 but i genuinely appreciate the high compliment 🥹🥹🥹🥹🩷
