OH TARO! do we feel anyway about tamsy and spitting. #inmymouth. I’ve been thinking about it a lot today
oh to the em to the gee. isla, now u know i don’t think rationally when it comes to tamsy 🧍🏽♀️
tags: afab reader (no pronouns) + graphic spit kink + heavy suggestive themes + praise kink.
tamsy spitting in your mouth is a no-brainer: he’d hold your chin between his pointer finger and thumb just so he can tilt your head far back enough to look up at him, the perfect angle where a tense strain pulses at the back of your neck, forcing a wince from you (tamsy already feels his sadism reach into his head).
“open.” it’s a simple command with minimal description, but your head still carries a teaspoon of critical thinking skills to know what he wants from you, so you oblige in zealous motions—crane your lower jaw down to reveal the pink of your tongue and white of your teeth, coated in your own layer of saliva. commitment riddled in your action as your tongue hangs over your bottom lip, just enough for him to see the dangly thing at the back of your throat before croaking out a playful ‘ahh’, like you’ve made an appointment with some perverse dentist.
the labret piercing below tamsy’s lip twinkles as he grins down at your mischief—a star for your accomplishments. he’ll make sure to give you your reward.
his tongue gathers saliva from every slimy curve dwelling in his heated orifice, from his inner cheek, to the slope of his gums, sucking his demeaning wit to the tip of his tongue. once he balls up his natural lubricant, that’s when he prepares to spit, and when he does, it’s similar to a scene you’d find in a porn film, a quick purse of his lips as he uses his breath to violently catapult the glob of saliva down to the back of your tongue, any excess flying astray before landing on your cheeks and eyelids.
the tepid addition sits in your mouth and you can feel it threatening to glide down your throat with a retch—to crawl into your gummy cavern and swelter in the pits of your belly with bubbling want. your thighs clench in excitement at how his saliva would feel drooling against the hardness of your clit followed by the abrasion of languid fingers and mutters in your ear reassuring you that its okay to come. but you don’t let it.
you leave it there to wallow with your own fluids, its the closest you and tamsy have ever been as of yet, intertwined under lewd circumstances. you shouldn’t get too ahead of yourself, you can’t risk breaking the praise streak you’ve accumulated thus far. if you had, you wouldn’t be able to cherish the light hue of red glow on tamsy’s cheeks as he beams at your compliance.
“good. very good.” he sighs, the low hum makes your clit tremble. “looks as though i’ve trained you well.” a chuckle follows and he leans closer to you, a towering tree amongst a feeble shrub, wind blows along the stream of its leaves, emitting a string of tense rattles. molten gold lingers on the shine in your eyes, tears building at your waterline, all because of him—a fact he knows deep down to be true. tamsy feels an influx of pride warm his belly before the feeling halts, stagnant once his gaze drifts to your combined fluids flowing out the sides of your mouth and his brows raise in faux distaste.
“oh, well, i may have spoken too soon.” you watch as his lips meet the liquid escapee before flinching at the loud slurps beside your ear, the sound would be unsettling if you didn’t feel slime oozing out your entrance and pooling in your underwear. he reels back to spit on your tongue, closing your mouth once he’s satisfied
“there, now swallow.” and of course, you obey with a happy gulp.
Taro I think of ur bro art to a disgusting extent like its not even funny its on my mind everyday
lmaoo thats so funny. ur so real for that. theres this weird phenomenon that happens to me where every time i look at that drawing, my clothes disappear. idk where it goes. scary scary world we live in
