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“Look at them go.”
“Ohohoho…!”
Semiu Grier and Enjin spoke when they saw both you and Tamsy Caines in passing.
“They make a pretty cute couple, don’t they?”
“Yeah, it’s adorable how they’re both so timid.”
Semiu chuckled to herself, “I bet they’re both shy whenever they get all lovey-dovey.”
“They’re definitely vanilla,” Enjin affirmed, then poked his head down the hallway. “Good night, you two!” Enjin gave a friendly wave when you and Tamsy stepped into one of the elevators.
“Good night,” You waved back, and Tamsy raised a sleeved arm in farewell.
As the doors shut, you heard your boyfriend snicker.
“You heard him, right?”
“Oh yeah,” You sighed and pressed the button to your floor.
“Vanilla,” Tamsy repeated Enjin’s words. He laughed inwardly, turning to you with a sly smile. “I know my baby doesn’t like vanilla.”
“Enjin is always spreading gossip like that. He over-exaggerates. I’m sure he does it for the love of the game.”
Tamsy’s eyes narrowed with coyness, “I ought to show Enijn our definition of vanilla. Have him sit and watch and suffer an existential crisis.” Tamsy raised his hands in dismissal when you sent a glare his way. “Hey, I’m doing this for the love of the game too.”
Your expression softened at his charm. Honestly, you wanted to bite too. “Stressing Enjin out might be entertaining. I would like to know what makes him squirm in his seat.”
“I could think of a couple ways… But before all the exciting stuff, Enjin should realize my girlfriend is so much tougher than she looks.”
From Tamsy’s dreamy tone, you could guess what images were popping up in his head.
“She likes it rough.”
You recalled the many times when Tamsy would manhandle you into different positions. On the bed. On the couch. On the counter. On the floor. That one time in the showers…
“And hard.”
All those times, pounding away your worries, stuffing your thoughts only with him, leaving you more than satisfied…
“And heavy.”
There was something about feeling his full weight holding you down…
“And she grants my wishes.”
More like his fetishes… You wanted to say.
Surely, no regular man of sound mind would have his kinds of wishes.
Like that one time he forced your face into the sheets, and fucked you with his thumb buried in your asshole. (Surprisingly, the tamest).
And that one day, when Tamsy wanted to dabble in sex toys.
Vibes. Cuffs. Tokushin’s ropes. The whole lot.
He even brought a dildo because of his sudden fascination with double penetration. You couldn’t forget the sporty thrill on his face when he managed to wedge the toy in your ass while he sank himself into your cunt.
Oh, and how could you leave out that time when you two filmed a sextape? His idea, of course.
It was something new. Something that you were initially wary about. Tamsy managed to convince you that you were only camera-shy.
And after he told you it was only going to be for his eyes only, you indulged. Just as he wished, Tamsy got you acting like his personal pornstar.
The tape played out your affairs.
It started off as his point of view, choking you as he kissed your full lips, detailing how slowly he slipped his tongue in and out of your mouth.
He made you blow him in front of the camera, his hand appearing from outside the frame to cup your face lovingly while you nearly gagged at the pace of his deep thrusts.
It was in clear view how you were bent over and out of sorts, your cunt in front of the screen, stretched out by his hard cock.
His laughter in the background when he zoomed in on your fucked out face. Lost in blissful pleasure. Intoxicated by his praises. High on the attention.
All of these sexcapades certainly screamed Tamsy.
Especially his most recent request.
That one night when you stole that kitchen knife…
“I know you’re thinkin’ about it, baby.” Tamsy’s amused chuckle snapped you back to reality.
Well, if not that, then certainly his hand slithering down your back and immediately grasping a good chunk of your ass.
“Semiu and Enjin think we’re so innocent… Should we prove them wrong?”
“Calm your dick, babe.”
In their defence, when you and Tamsy first started going out, everything was pretty tame. In public, the two of you were certainly more disciplined in front of the other Cleaners. You made sure Tamsy behaved himself. The first night you spent together was certainly vanilla.
Though, since then, Tamsy had shown that you can have vanilla sex without being entirely plain.
Your cheeks warmed as your boyfriend pressed closer to you, leaning down to get a hairswidth to your ear.
“So,” Tamsy started casually, as if his groping wasn’t making you squirm. “My room or yours?”
There was a moment of quiet.
Then, your lips pursed.
“Yours…”
And he grinned like a fiend.
###
By now, the others seemed to have turned a blind eye whenever they spotted the two of you slipping into the same room.
At night, after lights out, everyone seemed to mind their own business. For the greater good, you suppose.
Anyway…
Now, you two were lying in your shared bed. Tamsy was breathing nice and steadily against your ear, his scarred arm wrapped around you from behind in a comfortable embrace. You could feel his heart beating against your back, a sound that would usually lull you to sleep.
But tonight was different.
You began to shift uncomfortably, eyes fluttering open to see only pure darkness.
With a quiet groan, you brought your hand to the front of your abdomen. You felt a little discomfort in your tummy, but you shrugged it off.
Tamsy stirred behind you, “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, babe…”
“Can’t sleep…?”
“Not yet…”
“Hmm.” He huffed against the shell of your ear as he pulled you closer. Eventually, Tamsy’s hand began to wander over your torso.
In the haziness of his sleep, Tamsy managed to slip underneath your shirt, sliding up dangerously high.
“Can’t sleep either?” You chuckled.
“Nope…” Tamsy groaned softly. “If you won’t sleep, neither will I.”
“How can I sleep when you’re grabbing me like that?”
“Oh, y’know… I just… Love these tits…” He admitted as he groped you lazily.
“Uh huh,”
“I just think they’re perfect.”
“Yeah…?”
“Slathered with my blood.”
“There it is.” You rolled your eyes at his easy confession.
Tamsy’s hips started to move against you, his tired rocks riding your shorts further up your thighs, “Can’t stop thinking about that night…”
It was your turn to wiggle back on him, matching his slow grinds, “Hm, neither can I…”
“Fuck… I should head back to Canvas Town, get a new spell, and have you ruin me all over again.”
“Don’t bite off more than you can chew.”
“I can take whatever you throw at me.”
“Be careful what you wish for.” Even in the dark, you could practically sense his grin.
Tamsy chuckled whimsically, “Tell me how you’d kill me, baby~”
“Let’s see…” You placed a finger to your lips, thinking out loud, “Hm, probably suffocate you-”
“With your tits, please say, with your tits…!”
You laughed at his excitement, “On second thought, I’d probably chop your head off.”
“Ahaha! You bad girl…!” Tamsy squeezed you tightly, completely entertained by the idea.
“But I think what I want to do the most is…” You paused, and your boyfriend waited with bated breath. You whispered innocently, “Rip your heart out.”
“Ugh…” His long groan shook your body. “You tryna get me hard or something?” He gave your ass a playful hump.
You giggled a bit before sighing in pain. Then another pang hit you, and you curled in on yourself.
“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” Tamsy asked softly, nuzzling against your hair. “Not in the mood?”
“I just feel…” You groaned softly, rubbing your belly. “Ugh… my stomach…”
“Aw, you poor thing, is your tummy hurting?” He sighed all virtuously. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it feel better.”
His hand that was just fondling your breast was now heading down your abdomen. Tamsy’s fingers walked over your skin slowly, leaving chills in their path.
You didn’t protest when he travelled further down.
Eventually, his hand slipped down the band of your shorts.
“And what do you think you’re doing, babe?”
“Helping your tummy ache, baby.”
Yeah right. By targeting your clit? His finger pressed right against your little bulb, circling you through the dampening cotton of your panties.
He had the nerve to take it a step further. He managed to sneak underneath the elastic of your underwear.
An amused sigh left your lips, “That’s not where my stomach is, Tamsy.”
“Huh? It’s not?” He replied with forced confusion. He was feigning ignorance.
Tamsy’s skillful fingers parted you open and ran a smooth line up your slit. You didn’t realize how wet you’ve gotten until you felt him draw a sleek circle at the apex of your sex. Somehow, you managed to bite back your moan.
“Are you sure? Because you seem to feel better when I rub you right here.”
He got you this time, flicking you with enough enthusiasm to make you jerk.
You whimpered, torn between the pleasure and pain, “Tamsy… I’m serious, my stomach hurts… I got cramps…”
“Oh, the humanity…!” He cried out and propped himself up in the bed. “This won’t do at all, I need to change up my methods…!” Tamsy kissed your cheek gingerly before travelling down your body. “Let me distract you.”
And he did just that.
Your worrisome thoughts seemed to have vanished once Tamsy pulled your panties down to your thighs and ducked under the covers. He slithered over you like a snake. You could feel him rest his face against the meaty part of your legs, and he breathed out his satisfaction.
“So soaked already.” His nimble fingers glided over your heat, all slick and smooth.
You could feel it too. Almost gushing earnestly.
“Leaking like a fucking faucet.” He mused, trailing upwards until his mouth ghosted over your belly button.
You smiled a little from his ticklish kisses.
“Heard you were giving my girl problems. What’s your fucking deal?” He muttered against your stomach- well, he was talking to your stomach. Making threats to it.
That was your boyfriend, alright.
Tamsy’s piercing was cool against your tummy as he teasingly bit a soft part between his teeth. He earned a light laugh out of you.
“Not so whiny now? Where’d your tummy ache go, hm?” Eventually, he dipped back down. You lay on your back, stirring as Tamsy lovingly cradled your legs. “Maybe it went down here?”
“You’re so silly…” You saw how the covers moved when Tamsy brought himself right between your thighs. “What do you think you’re doing, babe- hm!”
You would be lying if you said that you didn’t jump at his touch. A delicious electric shock shot up your spine when your boyfriend parted his lips against you and licked a long stripe along your heat. You arched along his tongue when it caught on your clit, writhing when he hummed in satisfaction.
Tamsy sipped you politely, “So fucking sweet.” He gave another selfish lick. “Gets my dick so fucking hard.”
You squirmed as Tamsy ate you out without much thought, as if going into autopilot. Your hands slipped under the blanket to get tangled in his half-done ,tied-up hair, moving his head along the slow rocks of your hips.
Sluuurp-
“Hey…!” You tugged on his hair. “D-Don’t… be so damn loud!”
Tamsy’s lips popped when he separated, “Holy shit, you’re actually so wet.” There was another loud slurp from down below, and your face exploded into a million shades of red. “Sh-like you’re trying toh drown meh.”
You couldn’t help but cringe at his slobbery words and whimper out of embarrassment when you felt him smile against you.
And Tamsy continued with his feasting until you were reeling your legs back, clutching onto the roots of his hair, and shutting your eyes from the sudden climax that washed over you. And you gushed and gushed and gushed.
It took a while for you to catch your breath, all the more when Tamsy slowly slipped down your legs as he made his exit.
You were breathless when he climbed out from the covers, his silhouette outlining his lean figure.
In the dark, you could see him crawl his way over to you, his knees shuffling along the side of your body as his face closed in. You moaned weakly when Tamsy trapped you in place, his and your chest pressed together. He brought his glistening lips to you.
“Taste how sweet you are.”
He captured you in a kiss, moaning in your mouth, and at the same time, slowly grinding his clothed cock against your fluttering wetness.
Once the metallic taste hit your tongue, you pushed him back, gasping in surprise.
It was his turn to grieve, “Don’t run away-”
“Stop- oh, fuck…” You tried to squirm away.
Tamsy whined, crawling after you, “Come on, baby…”
“Just wait… a minute…” You clutched your belly, feeling the familiar cramps between the pulses of your fading climax.
Feverishly, you reached over and turned on the lamp.
You almost fainted in horror.
Tamsy’s bloody mouth was the first thing you saw. It was indescribable. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.
How his lips were stained red- his piercing- even his in teeth-
You suppressed a gag. Tamsy blinked slowly. You clasped a hand over your mouth, torn between shock and embarrassment. Your frightened face said it all.
Tamsy only breathed out a sigh, a shaky sigh.
It was all he could do not to completely lose it.
He glanced down at his hands, fingers coated in fresh red, your blood dripping down his palm, streaking down his wrist in a clean line.
His yellow eyes traced over the entirety of your body, taking in the sight of your vulnerability. Lower and lower. He studied you, gazing at the space right between your legs and biting down on a chunk of his inner lower lip.
In front of him looked like a murder scene… moreover-
“Tamsy…?” You whispered when you noticed how deathly quiet he had gotten.
He thought it was unreal. Even more absurd, the way you were spayed out in front of him was similar to what happened a few nights ago. When Tamsy bled to death while you rode him to oblivion.
Now, you were lying in his bed, bare legs trembling, your lips smeared bloody from when he kissed you in that fleeting moment. A pin drop could be heard in this intense silence.
Tamsy was unmistakably mesmerized. You saw it in his eyes, all glossy and blank. How trance-like. How hypnotic.
Then, you couldn’t believe what he had done next.
He licked a long stripe up his wrist, up his palm, and then slipped a finger into his mouth.
###
Tamsy felt something snap; his restraint shattered before he even realized it.
He didn’t know what got into him.
“Oh…! F-Fuck…!”
Well, he did have one idea.
“Haa…! Plea- se…!”
Tamsy sensed that he was taken over by someone more deranged.
“Fuck- ahnn…!”
Someone who got off on blood.
“Slow down, Tams- hnng…!”
Your cries managed to snap him back to reality.
Tamsy didn’t realize he was already on top of his girlfriend, all sweaty and animalistic, and balls deep inside- fucking her like a rabid dog.
The moments before flashed in his mind like scattered fragments.
He recalled how, after he sucked his finger into his mouth, he was all over you that very second. Your fault for being splayed out like a feast for him. Ignoring your pleas, gaining the upper hand, laughing at how you attempted to keep him at bay and failing miserably.
How he held you down with one hand and pulled his cock out with the other.
How your bloody arousal felt around him as he slipped inside your drenched hole.
When he penetrated you, Tamsy swore he was sent to heaven. And when he began swinging his hips in maniacal succession, he believed that nothing would ever match the same satisfaction he felt being the first man to ever take you in this state.
“Tamsy, you motherfucker!” You choked back on a moan. “You’re fucking disgusting! I’m gonna fucking kill yo-oou!”
Ah, those threats were nostalgic.
There was another time when you were sputtering those same words.
It was when he and you were in the shower together, and Tamsy randomly began begging you to piss on him.
Let’s just agree that Tamsy always gets what he wants at the end. He wound up wringing you completely dry after your declaration of war.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
“'Cause you’re so fucking rough!”
No matter how much you yelled at him to stop or at least slow down, Tamsy only wanted one thing. Given the way he had your legs forced open and how he continued to ram himself into your poor cunt, there was no way to know when your boyfriend would be satisfied.
Even as you sucked in a sharp breath and cried out pathetically, his thrusts only got harder and harder. Faster. Deeper.
Tamsy Caines turned into a fucking animal.
“Fuck yeah, baby, just take it. Fucking. Take. It. All.”
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes to the back of your head.
“Let me get a good look at you.” Tamsy pulled back, his cock catching on your red puckering entrance, blood staining the full length of his shaft. “Oh my fucking god…” He quivered.
You shook your head frantically. He looked like he was drunk- and sounded like he was drunk from all this ‘god’ nonsense he was sputtering. You sent him a deathly glare, “You’re a fucking deadman, Caines.”
“Aw, forgive me, baby. You know I love you.” He let out an airy moan when he swooped down to attempt to kiss you tenderly.
“Gross!” You swatted him away.
“Aww… Don’t be so embarrassed. I’m happy…!”
“You’re fucking nasty- oof…!”
Cruelly, he places a heavy hand against your pelvis, resulting in a rush of hotness gushing out from you.
Blood began pooling on the sheets, and you did your very best to hold back your tears.
You felt like you were going to be sick, choke on a gag, or maybe even throw up a little. The metallic scent, the hot slick, the red smears everywhere…
It was borderline revolting.
This should be wrong.
But why did you also think it was borderline intoxicating?
Perhaps it was the way your boyfriend was elated. Tamsy was glowing, blush blooming on his face, his lower lash lines arching upward with twisted pleasure. And he still kept going.
You blinked away your subtle tears; he read you easily. You were embarrassed. It just came all of a sudden. Your period was the farthest thing from your mind, and then, boom, Tamsy emerged from the covers with a bloody smile.
All the more when he stared at you with half-lidded eyes, dragging his hand along his mouth, collecting the mess that was built up around his cheeks. His lips. His pierced chin.
And fucking slathering every drop onto his tongue.
Tamsy was hit with euphoria. He kept you pinned down, his hips not stopping even as his release was tightening into a tighter knot inside him. All the more when you keened, looked at him with murderous eyes, and sniffled in shame. He loved it. All of it. Especially your silky touch when you timidly reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“I-I’m gonna fucking cum…” Tamsy groaned, his thrusts now stuttering as that knot grew tighter and strained.
It didn’t take long for that thread to snap.
You sobbed queasily, at the same time gazing into Tamsy’s eyes as he emptied his fat load inside. His hot spent flooded you. Gushed into your already messy cunt. Mixing it all together with one last satisfying push. In turn, he nearly lost his voice from how breathlessly and violently he moaned out.
“D-Damn it, Tamsy… why’d you have to come inside…? Ooh!” Your voice crumbled when you came as well, moaning through your tears and cursing your boyfriend for doing something as outrageous as this. But the way Tamsy pulled out, holding his bloody cock, still half-hard- he was too blissed out on your blood to even notice that he himself was now too far gone.
You remained lying there, legs stuck open, glistening with blood and sweat and cum, your breath quite literally knocked out of you.
“Oh, baby…”
With one glance, you tensed.
It was almost like you read his mind.
Because he stalked after you with newfound hunger.
“N-No…” You protested weakly. “Wait…”
Tamsy dragged you back by the ankles.
He bowed down again, mouth flushed to your wrung cunt, not intending to come up any time soon.
“I said, wait…!” Your pleas were heard and left unanswered. There was a short circuit to your brain when Tamsy’s lips slid open all smoothly against your slick, latching onto your swollen clit.
Even when you reached down to grab him by the hair to steady his frenzied kisses, your hands were stopped. Your boyfriend’s grip on your wrists was undeniably strong, stronger than ever before. You could see his muscles tense in those athletic arms of his as he held you in place.
“S-Son of a bitch…” You whined softly, voice falling apart when Tamsy’s obscene slurps grew louder.
He worked you hands-free. With ease. Diligently. Like a professional- he wanted to say.
You thought otherwise.
Tamsy Caines was a fucking parasite.
Mindless. Hungry. Dead if he didn’t get what he wanted.
Unbothered by the savage look of it all.
Latching on desperately. Moaning out of satisfaction with each flick of his tongue. Sucking your hot, thick blood right from the source.
He was not letting you go anytime soon.
Your soft thighs shaking, your clit glistening pink, your fucked-through hole gushing with more and more blots of blood. Tamsy wondered why he didn’t think of menstrual sex sooner. He would be racking his brain with his fist if his hands weren’t occupied with restraining your wrists.
With a taste so uniquely satisfying, how could he not get addicted?
He smelled you and groaned. Tamsy was lost in his own world, slurping a good amount of blood down his throat and making it obvious with each pleased moan.
Through your beading tears, you swore you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head in twisted delight.
Unexplainable ecstasy. Objectively disgusting. But he was eating you like a delicacy. Tongue working you nicely. Teeth biting you gently. Lips sucking in every single drop.
Did you imagine his sickening smile, too? You must have because it went away after you writhed with bliss. Now all you could see was his innocent bloody grin.
You weren’t going to last very long.
“F-Fuck…” You clenched around nothing, and more blood flowed from you.
“Comin’ again, baby…?” Tamsy slobbered like he'd grown up without manners, his eyes still blown and glossy.
Your stomach was up in knots, and you couldn’t help but let out a stifled cry. The sounds Tamsy made in his throat. The build-up to your climax was constantly rewinding, with every delayed lick or suckle or chew, Tamsy kept you hanging on a thread. You were dangling over his mouth, left defenceless and oblivious to when you would be dropped into that drawn-out release.
Then, you felt it. Slowly oozing. Like small beads. Mixed with your blood, Tamsy’s cum began trickling out of your hole.
Right, from when he so recklessly creampied you.
Despite the pearly leak, your freak of a boyfriend… kept eating you out.
Tamsy’s hands released your wrists to stop your legs from closing. He gripped you by the thighs and forced you to remain open and compliant. Immediately, you yanked at his thick hair, and your back arched off the bed when your tugging encouraged him to work faster.
Tamsy continued his feasting. Clots and all. Nothing was going to stop him.
Not your whiny cries. Not your squirming or your convulsions. Certainly not your mixed bodily fluids.
You saw it in real time, Tamsy slurped his own cum into his mouth. And swallowed.
Unbelievable.
He didn’t seem to mind at all.
Especially how he sucked you to another climax and laughed lushly the entire duration of your orgasm.
“Fuck…! Fuuuck…!”
His sick chuckles vibrated against your shuddering cunt, your twisting tugs to his hair made him smile wider. Tamsy’s hands gripped the meat of your ass, spreading and pulling you apart, wringing you for all that you were worth.
Once you caught your breath, you scrambled in place, pushing Tamsy’s chest with your foot.
“Hey…”
“Fuckin… psycho-!” You turned to your side, barely making an attempt to crawl away.
Before you were caught once more.
“Where do you think you’re goin’, baby?” Tamsy slurred and smacked your ass hard enough to make you yield and force a yelp out of you. “We’re not done here.”
“N-No… I’m done… I’m-” You glanced back tensely, whimpering when you saw Tamsy stare back down at you with rabid content. He was bloodied like a predator after gutting its prey.
But its prey was still alive.
You didn’t fight back when he dragged you back into the bloody sheets.
You didn’t fight it when he staddled your left leg, his balls slumping on your quivering thigh.
You certainly didn’t fight him when he spread you with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.
Tamsy took your right leg and held it against his chest, partially hooking it over his shoulder until he could press closer. And closer. Slotting between the space of your legs. Teasing his way inside.
Your back arched at his shallow grinds, and you managed to glare up at your boyfriend, “Tams… y…?”
He was hypnotized. In some sort of daze. You couldn’t place your finger on it.
Tamsy had blood and cum sliding down his chin, staining his piercing. Staining a good amount of his face. In his loose hair strands. Dripping slowly.
He looked barbaric.
Yet, given his dreamy smile, he appeared to be in heaven.
“Tamsy…”
“Again,”
“What…?” You blabbered out. “Are you… crazy…?”
“Again…” He begged, pumping himself once, twice, and then plunging into your cunt for a second time. “F-Fuck yeah…”
“Tam-sy…! You… nasty… mother… fucker…” You sniffled. “I… just… came… hnng!”
He restarted his thrusts, and you gripped the sheets for dear life. After every hit, you could hear him moan and groan and swear. Every pound made your toes curl. Tamsy had a clear view of your arched foot, and it made him smile, only encouraging him to fuck you harder with reckless abandon.
“You have way too much fucking energy!”
###
Tamsy didn’t know what got into him.
Again.
One minute, he was up to his usual teasing.
Scheming. Toying around.
Trying to pass the time since his girl wasn’t able to fall asleep.
Going down on his beautiful girlfriend.
Lying her out on the altar in his mind.
Placing his unworthy tongue on her heavenly cunt.
Tasting her.
Eating her.
Then, he swallowed her blood.
…
He nearly crumbled to pieces.
…
What was supposed to be another night of regular mischief turned into…
I want to eat her inside and out.
…
It was all an electrifying blur.
Now he was on top, moaning and groaning like an animal in heat, just fucking you and fucking you-
Spreading your blood over his scarred abdomen.
High on your scent.
High on your sounds.
High on your taste.
Still, he caressed your face gently and whispered, “You’re beautiful. I love you.”
And he was still smiling so handsomely.
“I love you.”
The sweetness in his voice clashed with his bloody sputtering.
“I love you, baby. I love you.”
And that deranged gleam in his eyes was still there.
You were dizzy and felt the whole room spinning. Tamsy was relentless, pistoning like a machine with unlimited energy, like he was trying to fuck you straight through the bed. His pace was too brutal, and it broke apart your dignity with every wet thrust.
Deeper. And deeper.
His sick body rolls were filled with love.
You had had enough of him bossing you around. But it wasn’t like you could do much in this situation, now that you had fresh, fat tears rolling down your face, expression contorted from overstimulation. Your mind was now balancing on a thinning string, a few more strokes away from becoming a victim to pleasure.
“I love you,” Tamsy slid smoothly to your ear, “Say it back.”
“I… love… hnng!” You barely managed to croak out.
“I love you more, baby.” Tamsy gave you a bloody kiss on the neck. “I love you.” He said after every smooch, painting a red trail over your skin. “I love you.”
Still, disgusting.
“Kiss me, baby…” Tamsy cooed.
“F-Fuck no…”
Your boyfriend faltered a little, whincing at your rejection.
You blinked rapidly, your skin crawling at your next words, “Keep going… you fucking freak…”
He didn’t believe how easily he was wrapped around your finger.
And, oh, how hard the bed slammed against the wall.
Complete sensory overload.
Your back arched as your moans grew louder. Both of you clawed at one another with unashamed fervour. Caution thrown to the wind. None of you could give a fuck if the Cleaners could hear the two of you from the neighbouring rooms.
“You see what you do to me…?” Tamsy crooned breathlessly. He made love to you, all hard and heavy. “You drive me fucking crazy.” Pumping you like he didn’t know any better.
Like he didn’t know anything else.
“I wish I could be inside you all day and all night. I’m so fucking jealous of your blood, how it gets to pump inside you all the time.”
Showing you exactly how he would pump inside you all the time.
“I fucking… love you…” Tamsy cried. His fingers were mercilessly flicking over your clit, tying up your nerves into tight knots, just before the mind-blowing pleasure completely ripped you to shreds.
“I l-love you too-” An overwhelmed cry interrupted your words. Tamsy strummed you to an orgasm. Uncontrollably, you came with a long, pathetic squirt, further staining the sheets. The rush of wetness only urged him on more.
The bed was thoroughly ruined. Each slam was a sloshing mess. All those mixed fluids bubbled out of your cunt- and that seemed to be it for your boyfriend.
It wasn’t long until Tamsy unloaded deep inside you. All hotly. All heavily. All wholeheartedly.
Tamsy took every inch your nails raked along his back, how you squeezed every last drop out of him, and crushed him with your convulsing thighs.
You felt his load warm your once aching tummy, and you whined as you pawed at him weakly, defeated and dazed.
Tamsy groaned longingly, his eyes rolling back into place as he tried to catch his breath. His cock buried to the hilt and beginning to soften, completely wrung dry.
You caught him by surprise when you slapped a hand over his mouth and wiped the cum and gore from his lips.
Then, you pulled him into a sweet kiss.
And he melted immediately, feeling your soft tongue run up gently against his, humming at the iron taste. Kissing him the way he always liked. Innocent and yet, unbelievably carnal. It got Tamsy howling happily in his mind.
He was sure there would be more messes like this in the future.
It was a new wish of his.
…
Basking in the bloody afterglow, the two of you only laughed tiredly.
“You’re doing the laundry.” You poked.
“Just like last time.” Tamsy grinned.
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In the bath…
“Y’know, I can make your period magically disappear for nine months!”
You stared, deadpanned, and splashed Tamsy with water.