Hiii 😛 post orgasm with Tamsy. CAN YOU SEE THE VISION
Oh, this was a nice vision. tamsy caines x top!gn!reader
content warnings… sub!tamsy, dom!reader, top reader, anal, post orgasm but lowkey overstim, hand job
The dual haired beauty arched into your chest, his head resting on your shoulder with his jaw slack, a silent orgasm ripping through him with a ferocity he had never imagined possible. Tears dribbled from the corner of his eyes, mimicking the tip of his sensitive cock, leaking what cum his balls had left to give.
Your hand nearly wrapped around the entirety of his cock, especially as he was softening after finishing his orgasm. Tamsy was panting heavily, and his body glistened with a sheen layer of sweat. His delicate yet calloused hands rested at his sides as he slowly tried to regain his breathing, but his mind was still a mess. Unfortunately for him, that was when you decided you weren’t done, pushing him forward until his face was planted against the floor.
And it was as if a divine being had chiseled Tamsy’s back themselves, the soft plush of his ass jutting out to serve as handles for your hands, creating an elegant arch that dipped at his waist. A mix of blond and navy blue strands fell off his back to reveal darkened patches of skin, a testament that scars could not take away his beauty.
He was blubbering something against the cold floors, spit pooling on the floor because he could not close his mouth for more than a second. All he could do was feel how deep your member explored his gummy walls and moan like his life depended on it as you sunk deeper.
“Ahhh~n!—oh f—no—nnnghhaaahh!”
You didn’t respond, and instead focused on splitting his reddened ass with your stiff cock, watching his eager hole swallow you whole with each slow, and deliberate thrust. The volume of his voice rose with every stroke—his prostate had yet to take a break. Tamsy could feel heat quickly building in his stomach once more, but his brain was in no condition to process such.
“[N-name]—I–can’t–!” The angel whined, succumbing to the overwhelming pain that blurred into pleasure, tickling his very core that left him yelping for more. To be indecisive was a feeling unbeknownst to Tamsy, but the words “it hurts, feels good, it hurts” swirled around in his mushy head without end.
The pounding felt neverending, yet his asshole swallowed you back in with the same–if not more–eagerness than before. His body responded to you like it was his duty, insides clenching around your cock in hopes to drag you to the same pool of euphoria he was headed toward.
By now, drool had pooled on the floor, but Tamsy couldn’t pay any mind to it when his ass was constantly filled with your dick, let alone his own little toy receiving a punishment of its own, having not realized one of your hands taking hold of his penis.
“Hahh—! mmmph…!”
Perhaps what he meant to say was some sort of warning that he was cumming again, his pathetic dick sprouting white every few seconds, dirtying the floor. His dick pulsed in your hands, feeling raw from the constant toying you took pleasure in.
“Look at you, pleading that you can’t but cum twice as much as the last.” Whispering against his back, you squeezed his dick, and his hole took that as a sign to suck you in further–if that was even possible. He simply whined in response, unsure if he could take anymore… but Tamsy knew you always had more to give—and that only deepened his obsession.
