Drooling Simp

Another smack cut you off, harder than before, the heat welling up in your ass burning through your pants.

“You don’t get it.” He snarls, bringing his hand down again and again until you were writhing in his lap. “I’ve been dying to shut you up.”

The spanks should have hurt — they do hurt — but instead of causing you pain, they brew an embarrassing heat between your legs, and before you can stop it, a small moan breaks out of your lips. 

Baby stills, his grip on your hip tightening. Slowly, a crooked grin spreads across his face. “Oh? You like this, don’t you?”

You shake your head, trying to deny it, but when he slaps your ass again, you can’t keep in the pitiful moan that escapes you.

“Pathetic.” He sneers, tugging at the waistband of your pants until they slide down over your hips. His hand cups your ass, squeezing before he smacks you again, harder, the direct contact making you squeak. “You piss me off so much. You’re always such a fucking brat but maybe this is all I needed to put back in your your place. Next time you start mouthing off I’ll just lay you over my lap and smack your ass in front of everyone.”

The threat both mortifies you and makes you gush. You have no doubt that he would do it and you don’t know if that would be your worst nightmare or a dream come true—Baby spanking you in front of the rest of the Saja Boys, their demon eyes watching you get punished, waiting for their turn with you…

Baby’s fingers dips between your legs, brushing over your damp heat, and let out a loud moan, making him chuckles darkly. “Soaked already? God, you humans are such lustful little things.”

Two of his fingers slide inside you without warning, stretching you open as his other hand comes down in another sharp smack across your ass. You cling to this legs as he fucks his fingers into you, his pace rough and punishing.

“That’s it.” Baby rasps, alternating between spanking you and pumping his fingers deeper. “Moan for me. Let everyone hear how much of a whore you are for me so you’d never dare to fucking raise your voice at me again.”

“Fuck you, you asshole—” You gasp out bravely, and suddenly, Baby’s fingers slip out of you, leaving you empty. You almost cry, on the verge of taking it all back and apologizing to him, anything so he’d stuff your empty pussy again. 

But before you can say anything, he yanks you upright, pulling you onto his lap and taking his cock out. You stare at it, mouth going dry at the sheer size of it, so big and hot between his legs. 

He grips your hips, lifting you up then forcing you down onto him in one motion that steals the air from your lungs.

“Fuck—!” You cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Baby smirks up at you, his eyes glinting with cruelty. “That’s it. Go on. Show me what those dancer hips can really do.” He gives you another sharp smack across your sore ass, making you jolt.

“Baby…” You whine, your pussy aching around him. 

“Come on. You’re always so bossy in the studio — show me how you can move for me now.” He sneers, giving you another stinging spank before guiding your hips in a slow circle. “Ride me. And you better make it good.”

His grip loosens as he stares at you, commanding you to move on your own.

You bite your lip, then slowly lift your hips and drop onto him again. He groans, head falling back against the back of the couch. “That’s it. Fuck, you feel so good. Bounce on my cock, brat.”

His hand slides under your shirt and shoves it up roughly, baring your chest to his hungry eyes as he watches your breasts bounce with every motion of your hips, his grin widening.

“God, look at you.” He taunts, smacking your ass again. “So fucking filthy. You love this, don’t you?”

You moan, your rhythm faltering as he spanks you again and again, his cock filling you up so well.  

“Keep going.” He orders, “Ride me until you can’t stand. Show me what your tight little body is really good for.”

You grit your teeth, glaring down at him through the haze in your eyes. He’s so fucking cocky, you’d do anything to wipe that grin off his face. If you could make him cum, if you could make him lose it inside your pussy, maybe you’d get the last laugh.

So you brace your hands against his chest and grind down hard, rolling your hips the way you know drives men crazy. You set a brutal rhythm, slamming yourself onto him again and again, determined to milk the cum right out of his balls.

But your plan backfires, heat quickly pooling inside your own body, building too quickly with every bounce of your hips. You gasp, fighting it, but the pressure breaks, pleasure tearing through you in a sudden climax. You throw your head back with a cry, body convulsing around him.

Baby laughs at you, eyes gleaming. His hands dig into your hips, holding you steady as he spanks you again. “Already cumming? Pathetic little human.”

You whine, breathless, but force yourself to keep moving, desperate to pull him with you. “I’m not done.” You pant, slamming down on him harder.

But he stays maddeningly composed beneath you, smirk firmly in place, while your own efforts only push you over the edge again. Your second orgasm crashes through you, harder than the first, your body shaking on top of his.

“Aw, that’s cute. Is my cock that good, brat?” Baby drawls, grinning cruelly. “You’re fucking yourself stupid, and I’m still not close. How disappointing.”

Your thighs burn, your arms tremble, but you push to keep going, bouncing faster, chasing his release with everything you have. And still — it is you who cums again and again, your body slowly giving out until you’re left a gasping and drooling mess against his chest.

Baby chuckles, pushing your hair out of your face. “What’s the matter? Can’t even make me finish?”

“I—please,” You gasp, your pride finally breaking. “Please, Baby, I need it. I need you to cum—please, just—”

His grin is feral. “There it is. That’s what I wanna hear.”

In a blink of an eye, he flips you, slamming your back against the sofa as he drives into you. His thrusts are relentless, brutal, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the empty room.

“You want me to cum?” He snarls against your ear, spanking you hard enough to make you cry out. “Beg for it.”

“Yes!” You sob, your voice hoarse. “I want it—I want you to cum in me, please—”

With a growl, Baby slams into you one last time, burying himself deep as he finally lets go, clutching your hips so hard you know it would leave bruises in the shape of his handprints. 

You go limp beneath him, wrecked and trembling, drool slipping from your lips as he kisses you. “Good girl, maybe I should make you quit your job and hire you as my own personal whore. Keep you stuffed with my cock so you won’t mouth off to anyone anymore.”  

He looks up at you from his chair, head tilted just a little, enough that long blonde strands of hair stray and fall messily over his shoulders. That lazy, sharp-eyed stare that makes your brain glitch.

“Didn’t mean to,” he repeats, voice flat as concrete, scraped down to the bone. “Yeah. I figured.” Your face actually brightens, same little spark you get when someone tells you they like your outfit or your hair. It’s pathetic. Embarrassing. His mouth pulls into that cutting smirk he saves for when you’re circling the drain of your own cluelessness. You’re a dumb little thing, and pathetic settles on you pretty. It’s why he keeps you around

“C’mere.” Tamsy crooks a finger, slouched back, patting his thigh as if calling over a pet he already owns. You move without thinking. While you’re not the smartest girl, you’re certainly an obedient one, it sits in your bones, sweet and automatic. You stop right in front of him, coated lashes fluttering in that helpless little way you do when you’re waiting for direction. He doesn’t even bother hiding the amusement; his hands slide to your waist and he drags you down into his lap, settling you exactly where he wants you. You sit there, light and pliant, already melting under his hands.

“You know the part I like most?” he murmurs, fingers dragging slow up your thighs. “It’s how you thought you could help. Thought you could run errands for me like a clever girl.”

You blink. Hard. Your lip pushes out in a tiny pout, the kind Tamsy always watches for. “I— I can be clever,” you offer, small and hopeful. He laughs under his breath, eyes crinkling with that lazy, soft meanness that hits you deep. “No,” he says, gentle as a slap. “You really can’t.”

Your face warms instantly. Thighs squeeze together, a small, helpless reaction you can’t control. You don’t know why it turns you on, but it does, and he feels the way you absentmindedly grind your pretty leakin’ pussy needily against him. “See?” His hand snaps to your jaw, fingers firm as he tilts your face up, forcing your eyes on his. “That right there. You get dumb the second I talk to you.”

A tiny sound slips out of you, thin and embarrassed. You hate how fast you fold, how one sentence from him can wipe your head clean. “Don’t get sad,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip until it parts. “I like you better this way.”

“Tamsy…” Your voice cracks, soft and low, squirming in his lap. “What?” He leans in, lips brushing your cheek, breath hot and dizzying against your ear. “Use your words. Try your best, yeah? Want to hear that tiny brain work.” You swallow, throat tight. His large hand slides between your legs, warm, deliberate, adjusting you for easier access. “I—I just wanted to help,” you whisper, hope and shame tangled in each word.

“I know,” he murmurs, mouth curling at the edges. “And now you’re gonna let me help you. Fix your little mistake.”

You nod fast, too fast, desperate for his approval.

“Such a good listener,” he muses and the praise hits you so hard your breath stutters. He pushes your skirt down and there it is, your pink cotton panties with a sticky wet patch clinging to the outline of your puffy folds. You can’t hide.

“You’re lucky I like stupid,” he says, voice dropping into a low, mean register that sometimes hurts your feelings. “Otherwise I’d find someone a little sharper.” Your eyes gloss instantly at his words, panic fluttering behind them. “N‑no—I can—I can do better—”

He laughs, quiet and cruel and fond all at once, pressing a slow kiss to your jaw as his fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear. “Don’t,” he says, whisper-soft and absolute. “Don’t get smart now. You’re perfect like this.”

You're both coming off the high of taking out a trash beast. Why not give him a little reward? He deserved it after the solid backup he gave you. And you were nothing if not a complete tease giving partner.

Just a squeeze to his arm here. A kiss to his cheek there. A whisper against the shell of his ear. “You’re such a big help, Tamsy.”

That should’ve been enough, right? Enough to make him cough into his fist, probably stammer in that pretty head of his, and turn away. Like always.

But this time, he doesn't.

He looks at you, really looks at you, from behind his half-mask. And that second of his eyes being unreadable turn into three. Then, his eyes lower with something different. Something that stabs at the weakest spot of your confident front. But soon after, the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile.

Huh. Maybe you probably imagined it. You only turn back to the rest of your team with a smug little hum. What's he gonna do, really? It'll be the same as always.

Or so you thought.

Now that the cleanup's done, it's time to make the long walk back to HQ. Or, well, that's what you were hoping. Delmon spots something rolling in fast and points it out in the distance. A dust storm. Too far from any safe zone to walk it out, and not nearly enough time to get to HQ.

Your only option? Call someone for pick up.

Except, lucky for you, that someone just so happened to be Enjin and his team - Team Akuta, along with some supporters. They're already on the verge of being cramped. There's barely any room left for you and Team Eager.

The group goes back and forth, wondering what to do while the dust storm steadily approaches in the background.

"Guess we can make two trips." Enjin shrugs.

"No way!" Delmon protests, "Storm'll be on us before you get back!"

"Nonsense." Tamsy begins, with that oh so sweet voice of his. It sounds a little more sinister than usual. Mischevious. Like he's planning something. "Delmon can have the front seat, and we can have the back. (Y/N) can sit in my lap."

Your head has never snapped right that fast. Did he...did he just seriously blurt that out? Out loud? In front of everyone?!

Everyone is just as shocked as you are. Heads snapping over to look in deafening silence. Mouths hanging agape. Even Enjin, who misses his mouth, lets a cigarette fall to the ground.

You felt your fluster crawling up your neck. Sure, you were bold. But never that bold! And where the hell did that come from?! It dawns on you and it dawns quickly - this is the single most embarrassing moment you've ever been put in.

But it was nowhere near as embarrassing as actually climbing into his lap.

Nowhere near as embarrassing as you, stiff as a board, sitting on Tamsy’s lap with his arms looped loosely around your waist. The ride's thirty minutes long already, but when Enjin pulls over, you know it’ll be even longer to get back. Dust covers the windows and windshield, too thick to see, much less drive through. And honestly? You consider rushing out into it. Anything to escape this embarrassment.

While waiting, the others start to nod off. It starts with the kids in the middle row. Then, the supporters next to you and Tamsy. Enjin and Delmon, aside from you and Tamsy, are the only others still awake. They murmur about something, but you can't hear it over your own pulse in your ears.

You want to fall asleep, too, but it's impossible. You can't focus on anything with him pressing against you. You can lean forward to try to escape him, but he chases you forward, chest flush against your back. Even less space in this already cramped spot. And you blush something serious when he leans even closer.

You shudder when his fingertips press into your clothed hips. "Surely you can relax a little. I won't bite." Like hell he won't!

Other than that, he's quiet. You can't tell what he's thinking.

You go to shake your head, but your breath catches in your throat. Tamsy shifts under you, nudging his knee between yours and making you straddle his thigh. Your body is getting uncomfortably hot; fluster making you wiggle and twitch, but that only makes your position all the more obvious. He moves his knee against your crotch - and you gasp.

He shushes you gently, and that makes your fluster worse. Seriously, where was this side of him coming from?! He's teasing you. You hate to admit it, but he's practically spelling it out for you! You’ve been the tease a hundred times before, but you’re not the one in control right now.

You try to move to the left. That way, you'd be half-on, half-off his lap. And most importantly, off of his thigh. But one of Tamsy's hands squeezes your left hip, warning against the escape. When you obey, he hums low against your ear. His other hand lazily sneaks under your shirt, palming the skin there.

His hands are freezing. You shiver and suck in your stomach, but he just uses the opportunity to slide his hand higher. Higher. Higher. Until he can torturously tug on the bottom of your undershirt and make your chest feel tight. Every brush of his fingertips spells sin across your skin. And you want to press your knees together, but you can't.

"Oh dear, where did all your boldness go? All your vulgarness?"

You shudder. This was not the Tamsy you knew. Not in the least. His other hand slides around to the small of your back. Just a little pressure and you're arching away from him. But he doesn't chase this time. He sits back, eyes racking over your form and burning the view into his memory.

You turn to look at him, face burning. You're putty in his hands now - your skin hot enough that you might as well be burning from the inside. This was more than just being flustered. You're submitting to his wordless commands. And it's as nerve-wracking as it is frustrating.

He's having fun toying with you. You know he is. Because he grins.

And when he whistles at the sight, you want to smack that sadistic grin right off of his face.

"Hey, you two alright back there?"

You sit up straight, "Y-Yes!"

Tamsy chuckles to himself. You really shouldn’t have kissed him this time. You've given him an invitation now, really. An invitation to be more of a tease than you could ever be. He's always had the upper hand--and now you know it too.