Tamsy Caines x Fem! Reader (SMUT)
MINORS DNI
A/N: Wrote this for my friends and I but one of my besties convinced me to post it on AO3. Was watchin Naruto Shippuden while writing so uhhh sorry if it's a little all over the place LOL I haven't published a fanfic in well over a decade so please bear with me + no beta, we die like Regto lmfao
Tags: Smut, creampie, a lil bit of emotional manipulation, squirting, fucking while giving a tattoo, a lil bit of edging, no use of y/n, totally proper use of Tokushin
Intro: After hours of constant teasing, Tamsy convinces you to get a tattoo of his initials. He decides to spice it up during your session.
“I-I don’t know about this, Tams. I’ve never had one before.” You mumbled rather quietly as he began to rub the damp paper towel against your freshly shaved mons pubis. The coolness made you shudder, your skin pricking up in response to the temperature change. He gingerly rubbed the area, slow and methodical before he pulled the towel away.
Tamsy hummed a melodic tune before he pressed the stencil where he had previously applied the disinfectant. An intricate succubus design left in its wake with the initials, TC in the center of the heart. Quickly, he discarded the items to the side and eyed you with a ravenous hunger. You lay bare beneath him where his golden gaze bored into your flesh made a heat pool in your cheeks and core.
“Don’t worry about it. Just relax and enjoy it, dove.”
Tamsy stood to kick off the thin fabric containing his thick, heavy cock. He palmed himself lazily as his free thumb found its way to your clit. Beginning with small circles and a wicked grin, his eyes seemed to grow hungrier as your glistening slick coated his digit. He exhaled blissfully as you trembled beneath his touch, all the teasing from earlier feeling like the most heavenly overstimulation you’d ever experienced.
“See? For someone so unsure, you’re absolutely dripping. Such an unconvincing liar.” Tamsy cooed softly, the head of his weeping cock now replacing his thumb as his hips slowly moved against your own.
“H-hah… But of your initials? I-isn’t that a bit- mmf- much?” You inquired as you gently reached down to where his hand held his dick against your puffy lips. You rubbed his wrist lightly as his determined eyes glanced up into your own for a second.
“You love me, right? Didn’t you say you were mine?”
For a fraction of a second, your heart skipped a beat. The man in front of you had a tight hold on your heart, one that you knew you’d never be free from. With slight hesitation, you nodded. “... Yeah, yeah, I did. I-I’m just nervous, I guess.”
Your mind began to grow hazier as his dick glided in between your puffy lips, his grinding almost excruciatingly slow. You whined slightly as your hips involuntarily began to find more of the friction it so desperately craved. However, Tamsy wasn’t satisfied as he held your hips down and shook his head.
“Don’t be nervous… It’s just to always remind you that I’ll be here for you. I’ll love you always, my perfect little angel.” He purred, reaching for Tokushin which sat beside the tattoo gun. “You’re going to be good and still for me, right, pretty girl?”
Your eyes never left Tamsy’s free hand when he reached for the wooden distaff. Watching it grow in size, you felt your arousal growing stronger. It wasn’t the first time he’d used Tokushin during one of your sessions, having conditioned you to grow submissive whenever the distaff was present.
The blue rope wrapped themselves around your tender flesh, the fibers digging into it harshly the more you squirmed. Once satisfied, Tamsy exchanged Tokushin for the tattoo gun. Once clicked on, the gentle whirr of the machine sounded the room. It caused your heart to pound a bit faster, the reality of a new tattoo was imminent. You swallowed thickly as you began to squirm again, only to be halted by Tokushin.
“Shh, shh. Be good for me.”
Before getting the needle closer, Tamsy finally halted his grinding to press his cock against your soaked slit. With a final few teasing strokes, he buried himself deep within your inviting warmth. Slowly, he moved and granted you the friction you desired. Pathetic little noises escaped your mouth as his shallow thrusts grew deeper, slower, and altogether stopped once the needle finally met flesh. You winced, the pain sharp as the machine moved along with his hand.
The longer Tamsy traced, you could feel your cunt fluttering on his dick as the pain melded with pleasure. In between lines, he’d begin to grind his hips against yours again, his grunts fading into the background as you could only focus on three things: the pain of the needle, his thrusting, and the biting binds of Tokushin. The lower he trailed the machine, the more the pain shot through your body; the more pain that shot through your body, the more you struggled against the binds.
Seeing you needed a break, Tamsy’s eyes narrowed in crazed desperation. The way your hair clung to your damp skin, the tears forming in your eyes, the animalistic groans and drool escaping your mind… It was driving him crazy. He didn’t want to stop, but he wouldn’t be too cruel to his little plaything.
He paused for a moment, grabbing another paper towel to wipe away the leftover ink on your flesh. He’d give you a reward, for being so good.
As he discarded the paper towel, he moved the ink gun to his left hand to free his dominant one. He looked down at you, his thumb finding its way to your clit again as he rubbed it gently. His hips began to move again, slow at first. The dull, throbbing pain added a layer of pleasure as he thrusts, your senses flooded and busy at Tamsy’s ministries.
His pace began to pick up once he noticed your eyes rolling into the back of your skull, a smug smirk finding its way on his face.
“My, my. Look at you, loving every second of this.” He taunted between bated breaths.
All you could muster in response were incoherent babbles as the familiar feeling of the cord in your stomach was beginning to break. Yet Tamsy knew you so intricately, so deeply, that he could sense your impending finish. So he slowed down, much to your discontent. You whined out as your eyes snapped to his own mischievous glint. You hadn’t even noticed that the gun had moved to his other hand until it met your flesh again with no warning, a hiss coming from between your teeth.
“Please, Tams… Please, I-I was so close. Please…” You sobbed out, completely immobile now.
“Be patient. You’re doing amazing, my dear.” His voice poured out like honey as he continued to trace the design. The familiar sharp pain came back as he finished right where he left off, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes yet again.
Tamsy was ensuring that the design was traced properly. However, that meant that it was taking forever, absolutely forever. After a few lines were made, he’d do a few slow rolls of his hips to ensure his cock sleeve was still being satisfied. The way he continued to do the work as well as having his cock warmed was definitely impressive as he divided his attention skillfully.
It was well over an hour in of switching between lines and thrusting, and the last thing that needed to be done was the initials in the middle of the heart. He took a final glance at your face and took note of how tortured you looked. It made him grow impossibly harder, the way your face didn’t know whether to look blissed out or pained was absolutely divine to him.
He took the opportunity to take a small break, his thrusts growing much rougher and harder than anything else he’d done during the session. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin beautifully entwined with the whirring which had now just become background noise. The coil was beginning to have that familiar feeling, the snap coming close. This time, Tamsy would allow you to reach the finish you had been whining about earlier. He felt himself growing close as well, so he might as well let you have your finish too.
His movement was becoming clearly erratic, and something about his usual composure coming undone in front of you sent you over the edge. The coil finally burst and you couldn’t help the primal noises ripping its way through your throat. The heat that had collected within your core spread downwards, your vision growing white and spotty as your pussy clenched needily against his throbbing cock.
“HAH! F-fuck! Ah! Tamsy!” You were completely unable to suppress your pleasure, ensuring the entirety of HQ would hear.
Without hesitation, Tamsy stilled himself through your orgasm in order to trace the final touches of your tattoo, the TC. Something about the pain from the tattoo with your orgasm seemed to elevate the sensation-- it was nearly hypnotic. It felt as if you were wetting yourself, your fluids spewing out of you and all over Tamsy’s thighs-- something that you’d never done before. Yet the embarrassment never washed over you as you were much too busy reaching the pearly gates of heaven.
Your cunt had a vice-like grip on him as he finally reached his own climax, witnessing how enthusiastically you reached yours. Tamsy bit his lip to stifle the sound, his eyes squinting as he tried to focus on the writing despite the blissful distraction. Thick, hot spurts of his own cum painted the inside of your womb as you grew limp against the binds.
Finally finished, Tamsy pulled the gun away and set it to the side. He was still riding out his orgasm as he thrusted against your limp body a few more times. Grabbing a final paper towel, he wiped the tattoo a final time.
He slowly reached out to Tokushin, his hips slowing their pace as he undid the binds. You quickly went slack against the table, completely a mess on cloud nine. Despite his body yelling at him to just lie down, he properly dressed your fresh tattoo and carried your naked body to his bed.
“Wasn’t too bad, was it?” Tamsy cooed, kissing your forehead right before wandering off to grab a towel to clean the sweat and bodily fluids off the both of you.
Yet in your blissed-out mind, you weren’t paying attention. All you could process was grabbing at his shirt, beckoning him to bed. Despite making prior engagements, seeing you in bed the way you were, Tamsy couldn’t help but to lie beside you. His appointment could be rescheduled after all. His pet needed him now.
“‘m forever yours…” You mumbled as you latched to his side, legs intertwining within his own.
“Of course you are, you have the proof.” He mumbled gently, stroking your hair as you fell into unconsciousness.
