#southerncoded!tamsy

In one swift motion you hopped over the middle compartment to get to his back seats, sitting on the right side looking to him crawl his way to you like you were prey in a spider web he wove together just for you.

His blonde strands were stuck to his forehead from the temperature in the car heating up, and it was only going to get much worse. You watched him push both of the front seats up as far as they could go, sitting in the left side holding his leg up and the other on the floor, holding his twitching cock in his hands.

“Come clean ‘em off doll..show me what that mouth can do..” Tamsy grinned, waving his cream coated length around. You leaned your neck down to thick tip, still oozing pre cum down the vein, your impulses let you lick a stripe up against it, wrapping your wet lips over it to tease him with your tongue.

His moans merged with the bass of his car giving you more fuel to your teasing game, it was only right to finally pay him back for everything he’s done for you. The weed, the jacket, taking you home, listening to you talk on and on, it was time to follow through to every nasty little thought you had about him and his yellow eyes. It was like he was haunting you the way you shivered every time you said his name.

“You like when I hold it for you? Hmm?” He cooed, taking his free hand to cup the back of your head, guiding more inches inside of your throat to find your limit. You moaned around his shaft in response, catching a simple rhythm good enough to add your hand to help his, hitting a spot to cause spit bubbles to form.

“All the way to the back..all the way..” He spoke firmly, ignoring your coughs and gags only to take himself out just to put it back in.

“Let me train this throat to my size sweetheart..” He whispered, moving his hand from his shaft to the back of your skull, thrusting softly into your mouth.

You held your mouth open while sticking out your tongue so he could fit almost all of himself inside, curling your tongue by the sides so you could move your head back and forth, humming around it.

“Fucking mess..you’re such a fucking mess..” He huffed out, pumping into your throat with more force, gagging you again making you cough. You couldn’t stop even if you wanted to with how tight he was holding on to your neck.

Tamsy pulls himself out to examine the damage he had done to your face and mouth, tapping his sloppy dick on your tongue, stroking his tip to release the sweet beads of white all down your throat. There was no warning when he popped it right back in, fucking the cum deeper into your mouth letting you take over while he laid smacks to your ass.

“Good fucking girl, that’s my good girl cleaning up this mess. Clean—hah!~” He gasps out, throwing his head back against the backseat window feeling your hands and mouth swirl around his throbbing dick. Your tongue licks circles over his tip hole, stroking up and around while your other hand rubbed that swollen cunt, dripping on his seat.

The hotbox you and him created made that burning core buried deep in your stomach feel like you were floating on a euphoric cloud of lust and passion, itching to hear those whimpers you imagined many times before.

“Y-y/n..fuck! I’m so-keep sucking that dick..let me paint that pretty mouth..” He groaned, drilling his hips up inside, your throat relaxed enough for him to slide your face all the way to his belly button. The strains of saliva covered his thighs and the sides of your face sending another shot of cum flooding your cheeks, swallowing as much as you could.

“Fuck don’t you spit it out..keep it in your mouth.” Tamsy moaned, pushing you onto your back. You kept your mouth closed still full of his scent while he placed his hand on the tinted window, angling himself to the perfect position to plunge deep inside, yet he still tease your quivering hole by drawing circles around it, slipping in and out.

You couldn’t say shit with your mouth full so all you could do was whine, which was exactly what he wanted. After he couldn’t take the teasing anymore he sunk his warm length inside of your Tamsy stained walls as you felt them adjust back to his shape, dragging it in and out.

You whined once more from how hard he was sending you those long, passionate, strokes. It felt like he was confessing to you without having to open his mouth. The way his half lidded eyes focused on yours, making sure you didn’t spit anything out, making sure he was deep enough to make you scream well in the case, whine like a filthy puppy.

“You’re holding it so good for me mama, I know..oh i know beautiful. It’s right there?” He smiled, pressing the lower part of your stomach feeling his head poke through, over and over again.

Your tits bounced around in circles which caught his attention so he took his thumb to rub your nipples sending tiny zaps of pleasure deep within your core.

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes from the intense patter of a wave forming and crashing with each stroke, the burning feeling from inside felt like it was about to explode and your mind felt like melted ice in a bag.

“C’mere” Tamsy smirks , wrapping a hand around your throat, sticking his tongue inside of your mouth tasting what you two had done earlier, swallowing the rest with you. He continued to pound deep inside of that sopping wet pussy, moaning into your mouth as you tighten your walls around his shaft screaming his name like a pretty songbird.

“Oh god Tamsy! Handle yo shit..” You panted, wrapping your legs around him.

“You need me to take it baby?..”

“You can take it from me..” You moaned, looking down to see where the two of you connected, feeling every plunge being deeper than the last.

“Let me have it..let me-“ Tamsy grits his teeth, feeling your walls flutter again from another incoming orgasm, he picks up the pace to continue abusing that spot, causing your eyes to cross over each other.

“I’m cumming, Tam-T fuckkk!” Your cunt clamps down on him tight, pulling more white ropes inside of your womb while your stomach swelled up like it was making room for more.

“What did i tell you about being greedy? Hmm?” Tamsy spoke, tapping your belly lightly allowing more of your mixture leak out of you. He takes your legs into his hands, lifting your hips up to clean up the nasty mess he had left behind. Sliding his tongue right into that pulsating hole, gliding it up and down over your swollen clit.

You took your fingers to entangle them into his blonde strands, grinding your pussy all over his face, feeling his lip piercing rub over your soaked cunt. The sounds of him swallowing you whole filled your ears while his grip tighten on your hips, hoping he would leave a bruise.

“I thought about this for so long..” You muttered, guiding his head in a side to side motion so he could rub his face deep into your soaked folds. He leans up off of your cunt with a soft pop sound, gently letting two of his fingers explore your sweet juices.

“Tell me..what else did you fantasize about?” Tamsy asked, dipping two fingers into the slippery mess, keeping them straight.

“Just that..” You lied, bucking your hips up so he could find that spot again.

“Talk to me.” Tamsy said again, curling his fingers to reach that spongy button, pumping in and out once more. “Did you think about me fucking you to this?” He taunted, pumping faster.

“Hmm? Answer me Y/N, did you think about my fingers playing with this pretty pussy?” He smiled with lust, adding in a third finger.

“Yes! Y-yes I thought you saying my name..I thought..”

“Uh huh?”

“I thought about you pounding deep inside of me while telling me how dirty I am..”

“You want my voice in your ears? Telling you how you should play with it? How to take care of it for me?”

“It’s yours Tamsy..”

“Cum for me then, just like a filthy slut. I’m gonna have to deep clean these seats all because you wanted this dick.” He growled, holding your stomach with one hand while the other curled upwards, making your legs trembled from the intensity. Tamsy continues to hold them open, taking his fingers out to rub your messy folds back and forth coating his seats with more of your juices. He watched in awe as he continued rubbing, tapping your clit a few times with his fingers.

“You’re ready for him..” Tamsy mumbles to himself, grabbing your leg to flip you over on your knees, spreading your ass wide enough so his girthy length could sneak his way back inside. He took one hand to keep the arch in your back and the other to grip your neck to hold it up, softly pumping into you.

“Yes..yes…just like that Tamsy..” You cried out, trying with all your might to keep your back arched but the way he was impaling you on his dick made your cum filled stomach curl in.

“Such beautiful noises coming from a dirty little bitch, this is all you wanted huh?” Tamsy cursed again, circling his hips in a back and forth motion, watching your ass recoil.

“I-oh my-I can’t..”

“You can’t what?” He mocked back, slapping your ass to bring you back to reality. He held back so much in the beginning and made what he was doing earlier look like bible study. “You wanted to be a greedy little slut and now you can’t take it?”

The car squeaked on its hinges from how hard he rocked his hips into you, pushing your head down into the seats so it could eat all of your muffled cries.

“Let me hear you call on me, tell me you need this dick so i can fill that pussy up again, let me fucking hear you!” Tamsy yelled, yanking you back up so he could rut into that pudgy stomach, you could feel him protruding out of your belly as he wrapped his arms around yours placing his hands on top of your head, fucking you in a full nelson.

He was giving you his all.

Your walls tensed up again holding on to Tamsy’s dick as hard as it could, you wanted to milk him dry just so you could hear what he sounded like when he was out of love to give, but everytime you thought he had given everything he could, there was another flood waiting to burst open.

“Shit feels so—fuck-fuck me, fuck me like that Tamsy, cum deep in my—“

He muffled your cries by leaning down to kiss your puffy lips, like he was drawing them out of your body.

“FUCK, you feel so good squeezing that shit on me like that..come on lose it, nobody’s here but me, fall apart..” Tamsy coos, fucking up into you relentlessly in random bursts stopping once he pushed past your cervix emptying himself inside, causing your stomach to expand further.

Your lung shattering moans mixed in with his drawn out cries drowned out the music still playing in his car. The windows had fogged up to replace the hazy smoked filled car it was before you both went and mauled each other. Your thighs gave out and your body slipped from his full nelson hold to lay back on the seat, your chest heaving up and down.

Tamsy plops right beside you breathing heavily while his cock still stood tall, dripping with cum down that pretty vein. The two of you looked at each other, the music separating the silent glares you gave to one another.

“I’m-“

“That’s was-“

“No you go..” He said with a chuckle.

“I..needed that..” You sighed, looking up at his illuminating eyes in the rising sunlight, peeking over the roof of your house. “Shit, what time is it?” You said, blinking back into this reality.

“Do you have some where to be?”

“No, i’m off for the next two days..”

“Two whole days? I wonder what you’re gonna do with yourself..” He said with a small smile, hooding your chin up with a finger.

“Can I think about you touching me still? Or is this a one time kinda deal?”

“You can always think about me since i’ll be thinking of you, I don’t care if you got a man or not..you’re with me love.”

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I can make a story out of thissss if i wanted toooooo, is that something my house guests would like?? Oh please let me know and as always, i’ll imagine with you soon

“No, come on..I know i ain’t smoked a whole half ounce in two weeks..” You complained to yourself, looking through the drawers of your smoke box. It had been the longest night of your life and the universe wanted to kick you in the ass by basically telling you that you were out of something to smoke.

The only people up at this time of night were people working the street, the crackheads and the people selling it to them, you didn’t need that kinda work.

“Oh shit, I know who to call..” You said, nodding your head while pulling out your phone to hit the name “Connie”.

At night you were the prettiest bartender in downtown by helping your closest friend Daija run her nightclub. Some nights you were a bottle girl, some nights you were handing out food, and most nights you found yourself stuck behind the bar dealing with drunk assholes who’ve been cut off for the night.

Tonight was one of those nights where it seemed like you were gonna drown in the ticket machine itself and with the time being 3:30 in the morning you knew that if Connie’s big headed ass wasn’t up you’d be shit outta luck until he was either up or back in town.

The phone rings once, twice and you were debating on letting it ring for a third time before the line cuts to a smooth voice.

“Hey baby girl, you just getting off?”

“Hey Con, where you at? I need my usual, I won't have another day off till this weekend. You think you can slide by tonight?”

“Ahhh shit not tonight ma, im outta town trying to move some things around..”

Ughhhh, that meant he was either out or moving some more stuff in. You had all your faith in him to at least have a 3.5 on him or BE IN TOWN.

“That’s okay Connie, don’t press on rushing to get back.” You said in a bit of a deflated tone.

“If you need something to last until I get back I can hit my boy T and he can give you what I got at my crib. Same shit so you don’t think nobody trying to lace you..” He chuckled, making conversation with some guys in the background.

“T? I don’t know nor do I trust a nigga named “T”.” You replied back, going through to your closet to see if you’d left a blunt in your other stash but the way these long nights have been, you’re pretty sure you smoked everything in the house, down to the insulation.

Truth was you didn’t feel like doing the embarrassing walk outside to a nigga you don’t know. You did it with Connie and got pretty cool with him so he would drop extra nugs in the bag for you, but having to do the warming up process all over again, plus what if tried to say some slick shit?

“I wouldn’t send a random dude to your house if I knew he was on that type of time, T cool people, he barely talk to me.” Connie chuckles.

“Imma send him ya address and your phone number and he’ll text you when he outside. He don’t like giving his number out.” He continued, as you heard typing noises on the other end of the phone.

It was take what you could from T or wait another week, and we both knew the better option.

“Ight Connie, you got me when you get back right?”

“You know i do, he said he on his way. Like 5-10 minutes.”

Damn, that quick? Was he just sitting down the street? He was probably already on the move with other customers which was good for you. Connie could be the regular and he could maybe be somebody you hit up when Connie couldn’t get to you.

“Ight, I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Bet”

Click

Now you had all of 7-8 minutes to throw on something quick and make yourself look like you weren’t feening. You could’ve waited a week but it helps ease the pain of working 7 days straight.

You threw on your favorite fitted hoodie and some lounge shorts, putting your slides on without socks. It would only take a minute.

You went in your purse to pull out 70$ only because he was one of Connie’s guys and you always pay handsomely for a good strain. Be good to your plug and reap the benefits, that’s the motto you lived by and it worked every time.

Ping

“Outside”

Everytime you got that text no matter who it was from, your heart palpitated, you couldn’t tell if it was your anxiety messing with you or your brain confusing the feeling of excitement. No matter what it was, all you had to do was pick up, pay and smoke.

You opened your front door into the cool midnight air, letting your slides flip on the concrete towards the street. You were expecting an all blacked out car or something flashy like plugs usually have, but instead you were walking up to a dark blue M4 BMW coupe, with rims so shiny it gave you a glare in your eyes.

The man rolled down the window to let out clouds of yellow smoke, it was loud enough to be heard down the block which was a good indicator he has something worth smoking. His hair was tied up into a half up half down style with the top of his bun being a lazy bow, it contrasted with his all black interior.

“Y/n?” He asks, his voice soft but loud enough to be heard over the roaring engine.

“Yeah T?, sorry for the late call.” You apologized, smoothly handing the money over to him so you could grab the pack and go, you couldn’t focus on his bright yellow eyes or watch him bat his long blonde eyelashes slowly at you. Something silver shared the tiniest glint in your eye to reveal his lip piercing on his lower lip. His very prominent lips

Damn he wasn’t supposed to be fine!

Connie almost had you but you had common sense when it came to men that deal around. He could be dealing in some other forms of drugs and you didn’t want that extra drama of some niggas breaking into your home cuz Connie said something they didn’t like. Even if he didn’t, dealing with Connie wasn’t something you wanted to deal with, you weren't searching nor were you finding anything.

“Tamsy and you good, you’re not too far from my next stop” He said, taking his hand to reach into the middle compartment.

Tamsy.

“Here. Keep that in ya hand, this what Connie had left over and I threw in some of mine to see if you like it..” He said, tapping your hand to open it. You both made the transition smoothly but you still had the money in your hand. What you did feel was something more than an 8th.

“Preciate it, and here it’s not much but-“

“Like I said, you good with me. ” He replied, putting the car into drive. “You got my number, Connie ain’t gon be back for a minute so i’ll put you on my route.” He continued, the corners of his mouth slowly pulled up into a smile, pulling off into the night with the music blasting and you swore you heard Jazmine Sullivan.

And what does he mean by Connie won’t be back? How long does it take to bring that stuff to his place? Then again you always had either an ounce or half of one and that doesn’t go by easily through TSA. You rolled your eyes and made it back into the house to enjoy what you had. That meant when you ran out, Tamsy was the one you had to call.

~

You built a decent routine with Tamsy even after Connie got back with the same old stuff you used to buy, you just got used to how quick he would pull up and how heavy he would make his bags for you and how hard his strain would hit. After that first night you were hooked!

Every two weeks he’d come by almost right after you got home from work, you were starting to think he made you apart of his personal routine but only because you changed your weed schedule just to have another reason to see him again.

The interactions were short in the beginning, just a simple “Thank you,” “No problem love” that turned into “How was work? You need anything this week love?” And no matter what you tried to do to clear your debt with him, he either sent the money right back or found a way to slip in the pack, it was kind of cute.

To keep your sanity you assumed he was being nice like Connie when you first met him, but the line started to blur one night he let you sit in his car to get out of the cold, you told him that his strain was one of your favorites and even made a joke about how you don’t call Connie as much.

“Is that so? Connie’s an old customer of mine. He was one of the few folks I dealt too. This is something I do in my free time. It’s quiet, I can have my music playing, I can unwind from work.”

“That’s right, you know what I do, what do YOU do?” You questioned, looking at Tamsy with a curious face.

“Im a fashion designer, I make it all. Shirts, hoodies, pants, dresses. I’m in a decent studio right now, and my name can be seen in a couple of places.” He smiled, pointing to the jacket he was currently wearing.

“I was gonna ask where did you get it from, that’s sick! I see the logo everywhere but I never know where to find it.”

“I think I can work something out..” The blonde haired boy smiled. That’s how you ended up in a custom made baby blue jacket with your name written across the back of it, your mind was screaming at you that once this was all said and done he was gonna pull something slick and seduce you into fucking him. You were even considering the thought of it meant getting free weed and custom made clothes? But it was only in your fantasies at night you were under his influence of a strain, pumping a vibrator in and out of your plump floods, whispering his name into the pillow wishing it was him, telling you that your orgasms were only for his eyes to see.

How soft his voice would be hitting the shell of your ear panting your name while he’s balls deep inside of you.

“You can take it all for me can’t you doll? I know what it’s doing to you..” The slightest rasp scratching the perfect spot in your mind.

“Tamsy..” You called out.

“Hm?” He hums, not looking up from his phone.

Your eyes came to as you widen them to see where you were, the flashback felt so real you shuffled in the seat a bit to see if you soaked up the thong you had on and your thoughts were proven correct. You were sitting in his car outside of the house like usual except this time it wasn’t 3 in the morning.

It was another busy weekend so you were headed to work after he left instead of the usual 3 am meetups and it’s the first time seeing him in the daylight. There wasn’t much of a difference but your thighs spotted everything. The way he held the blunt in his fingertips, how the setting sunlight flared into the car illuminating his eyelashes making his eyes cut sharp, if you kept staring at him you’d be stuck in la la land again.

“How much do I owe you for the jacket, now?” You said, spitting random words into a sentence to continue the conversation you forgot you started.

“That’s the fifth time you’ve asked that, and this is the fifth time of me telling you, it’s on me.” He chuckled, blowing smoke out the window.

“Let me get to work, thanks for coming earlier today. I knew I would be too tired to call tonight. I don’t know when I'm getting home.”

“Call me if you need a ride, I can’t have you driving that late with you working yourself that hard. Don’t pay 40$ for no uber either.”

“By the time you get there I'll be halfway home so..”

“Go to work, call me if you need me when it dies down and I'll wait outside.” He interjects, unlocking the car door with a slight smirk on his face.

“Goodnight Tamsy..” You said firmly, trying to hold back a laugh.

“I’ll see you soon..” He spoke through the raised tinted window, starting up the car with his music cutting on full blast and there was that song again. You wanted to straight up ask him what the song was but you didn’t want to give him the chance to say he put you on something. Even his instagram didn’t have shit on it so you couldn’t sneak your way around it.

You spent the entire shift humming the chorus, trying to figure out what she was actually saying instead of made up nonsense you were singing.

“What’s been in your ass lately?” Daija’s warm voice chimes in from the back.

“I wish he was in my ass..” You joked back, counting the register while the last of your regulars staggered out of the empty bar. You still had a shit ton of tables to clean off, silverware to clean and an entire place to sweep.

“You’re dating again? After that shit with Connie?”

“I’m not dating anyone, girls can’t have crushes anymore?”

“You have such a dangerous type you know that?” Daija laughed, placing the clean glasses on top of each other.

“You like your men murderous..I think i’m okay with a pot head. He’s not that deep into it like Connie. You know what baby blue jacket I came in with today? He made that by hand!” You beamed, images of him working so intricately with the fabric, wishing it was you he had his hands, touching you with that much delicacy.

“I’ll give him something, it’s a beautiful design.” She said, with a shrug in her shoulder. She looked over to you, yawning at the register still counting dollar bills like a money counting machine. Daija knew you said you didn’t mind helping out, but there were still times where she gave you an extra day off to ease your easily swollen feet or to forcefully stop covering people’s shifts. Tonight was one of those nights where she couldn’t stand to watch you waddle in foot pain.

"Aye, sweep up for me then you're off okay? I'll have Yari finish up the rest. My register needs to be perfect.”

“It was just a yawn! Daija I swear i’m fine.”

“And an aneurysm is just a headache, take yo ass home. I’ll pay for an uber, you can keep your car here.” She said, snatching the money out of your hand. You yawned again when you tried to play back and take the money, sighing to yourself.

You didn't want to call him, you didn’t have to call him either, you were sleepy but coherent enough to make it home. Still you hit his contact name in your phone just to see if he would pick up and after two rings, that soft blanket of a voice sung through the speaker of the phone.

“Yeah?”

“I’m..done for the night and I don’t wanna drive home can you..take me home?” You caved in, throwing your hand to your face cringing to yourself.

A tender chuckle cuts the silence while you hear background noises soon after.

“I’m on my way sweetheart..”

“Thank you..” You replied, holding your cheek to stop the burning of you forcing back a smile.

Click.

Immediately, you put your phone on the counter and started to sweep to calm your racing nerves, you’ve sat in his car plenty of times, you’ve rode with him to the store and he’s even dropped you off at work! What was so wrong about him taking you home tonight? Was it the way he said it earlier? Or how adamant he was at making sure you were home safely? Or could it possibly be the fact you wanted to slip his dick right in between your lips every time you saw him?

With the way you were thinking, you probably swept the floor twice, stuck in trance something like weed can’t recreate.

Ping

“I’m here”

“I’m gone Daija! I love you!!” You called to her in the kitchen, grabbing your things and your palpitating heart to head towards that pretty blue BMW. He was standing outside of the car standing by the passenger door ready to open it.

“Thank you for coming..”

“I told you I would..light that right there.” He said, pointing to the thickly rolled blunt sitting in the ashtray, with a soft slam of the car door.

Maybe this was more than something to touch yourself about, you didn’t feel the heartbeat in your stomach but more in your chest seeing how thoughtful it was for him to share and going out of his way to take you home. This wasn’t the time for life confessions, it’s bad enough you couldn’t stop fingering yourself to thought of him moaning your name, you can’t catch feelings with it too!

He slides into the driver's seat, connecting his bluetooth to the car before pulling off into the street heading towards your house. You were hoping it was the song you couldn’t drum out of your skull, it was a nasty ear worm constantly having it on replay and the only thing you could think about was him taking his hands around your throat, squeezing until the only thing you can squeal out is a syllable of his name.

You lit the blunt and watched the entire car engulf in the yellow clouds of smoke, taking a couple hits to start, cutting your eyes to look at him driving. He always looked so focused in whatever he was doing, your brain noticed he wore a lighter jacket so you could see a few more of his scars cascading down his neck.

“Sooo, care to tell me what happened on today’s episode?” He laughs lightly, leaning back to drive with one hand, taking the blunt from you with his other.

“No, tonight was crazy! We had two fights, and a couple of glasses got broken..” You went on, starting your regular spiel on how crazy it got, sometimes you would keep it short so you wouldn’t talk his ear off but he kept saying he didn’t mind.

The both of you took turns passing it back and forth to each other, cracking jokes about each other and talking about what brings the drive out of you to keep working so hard and even asked him what brung him to designing clothes. Each topic made your stomach hurt with laughter and your cheeks burning from cheesing so damn hard.

You forgot about the music he had playing in the background up until the song you had stuck in your head for weeks started through the speakers.

**

“Wait turn this up..”

“Oh? You like this one? I heard it on the radio a while ago..I like listening to it when i ride around late..”

So you weren’t crazy.

“It’s your fault then, I've been singing this shit all day..” You laughed, turning it up louder. The car rolled to a perfect stop so you turned your neck to see that you were already home.

“I want to listen to the song first, then I'll go in..” You said turning back to his gaze. He watched your eyes bounce back and forth until they froze in focus, letting his eyes blink slowly.

The bass of his speakers vibrated the seats of his cars and a certain part between your pre soaked thighs. You held the last of the blunt with your thumb and forefinger, taking a hit and passing it back to him.

“My weed, my clothes, now my music, it’s looking like you want to be me..” He said shrugging his shoulders, a small smile sitting on the side of his face.

“Nevermind, I'll listen to it in my room.” You said, rolling your eyes, going to unlock the car door.

“I thought you wanted to listen to it with me..” He chuckles, ashing the blunt. He cracks the windows to slowly air out the hot box you and him created, your eyes bloodshot red while his was slightly pink with a glossy coat over his sharp yellow eyes.

“It’s kinda hard to enjoy the song when somebody keeps talking to you..” The interior of the car was still covered with the greenish yellow smoke even with the windows cracked it made the smoke in the air stand still like a fire being extinguished.

“It’s for a reason..” He said, leaning back in his reclined front seat.

“And what reason is that?”

“I happen to have you cross my mind when this song comes on..”

“I know you did..I’ll confess and say I did something of that nature.”

“You did? Was it because you also had me on your mind when you heard it?”

“You put me on to the song, how can I not think about you?”

“That’s two confessions down, now i’m waiting on the last one.” He grins, throwing one of his hands behind his tied up hair.

“I’m not falling for that Tamsy..Connie pulled the same shit with me and-”

“What’s my name?”

“Hmm?”

“Tamsy?”

“One more time for me?”

“Tamsy..”

“It’s what I heard the first time, his name shouldn’t be in this conversation right now. Two different people love, whatever he did was his business, right now it’s about mine.”

Who was he talking to? The words fell so swift off of his tongue you didn’t know if you should hit him or better yet choke the shit out of his smug ass.

“Then handle yo business..and I'll handle mine.” You huffed, reaching over his lap to unlock the doors from his side.

“You don’t mind?” He hummed, taking his free hand to slip a finger under your chin to pull you just inches away from his pierced lip. Your eyes were locked onto the way he played with it using his tongue.

“Handle it..”

“You said handle it?” He whispered, tapping your lips against his once, then twice to lean back as he snickers at your pitiful third attempt to kiss him.

“That’s three..” He grinned, switching from tipping your chin to cupping it then spreading his fingers down to your throat giving it a light squeeze as you stuck your tongue down his throat. The song played in the background while the sounds of your lips smacking rung in your ears.

A soft moan left your lips and into his mouth with a satisfied expression on Tamsy’s face. Either that was his thigh or you had to order a better sized toy to keep under your bed. It throbbed underneath you with your pretty pussy matched his rhythm, it felt so warm and hot being pressed against the still growing bulge.

Tamsy grunts softly from feeling your leaking mess spill through his sweats, holding one hand on your throat and the other one gripping your hips in place of his dick, moving it back and forth.

“It feels so big..” You huffed, wrapping your lips around his tongue.

“You gotta wake him up, you got it..I’ll help you..” He said, his voice as delicate as a flower but warm enough to send those zaps to your clit. You got a hold of the rhythm and moved your hips a bit faster, squeezing your thighs as much as you could to feel it hit that spot over and over again. You could feel him thrust his hips up like he was trying to match the rhythm of the song.

“Good girl..” Tamsy purrs, speeding up your hips. “Wake him up so I can give you what you’ve been eye fucking me for..” He whispered to you, nipping your neck with his teeth.

“Fuck yes please..” You cursed, bucking your hips into his full length, the thong you had on was a thing in past once you felt Tamsy hands go under that skirt, sliding them down slow. You lift you hips up so he could get the down far enough, you took this chance to pull out his warm two toned dick free from his sweats. It flung out with ‘plop’ sound on his stomach that made your pussy clench around air.

“Sit right there..right there fuck..” The blonde grits his teeth at you, sitting you on top of the big vein showing prominently on his shaft. Your soaked folds glide so gently against his length, causing the two of you to groan and whimper at the slow burning tension his dick gave your slick mess.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, accidentally messing up his top ponytail and watched as strands of hair cascaded down his face while he slid you back and forth, making his tip twitch on your clit.

“I feel him waking up..handle it for me Tamsy..”

“Is that what you want him to do?” He cooed, slowing down the pace of your hips, listening to the noises of the next song on the playlist blend in with your pussy squirting and squelching shading him.

“I need him, I need you Tamsy..” You panted, just moments before squeezing your thighs at the orgasm he pulled out of you slowly erupting inside of your core, still not changing his pace.

“I think that’s a better answer isn’t it?” He grunts, lifting your hips with one hand while his other grabs the base of his shaft lining himself up to your quivering cunt. “Easy doll, take him one inch at a time, don’t be greedy..” The blonde haired man smirked, taking the pad of his thumb to rub on your already sensitive clit to ‘guide’ you on his length.

A drawn out moan fell from your throat feeling the searing hot pressure of him stretching you out, while you hugged his cock tight between those nasty lips.

"I can be fucking greedy if I want.." You said, pushing your hips down his length to fill you up to completion.

"Sucha needy little thing, I want to see how she sounds with her mouth full.." He smirks, holding you down in that same position to pound up underneath you, piercing that spongy spot hiding inside of your silky walls. The car began to sway from how hard he pushed, grunting with every stroke and inhaling the smoke still in the car getting the buzz and the euphoric feeling all at the same time.

Your pussy squelches and farts as your ass slapped against his thighs making your own music that he wouldn't mind playing back on the car speakers just to get a reaction. You whined from embarrassment only to earn a slap on your ass, crying out his name once more.

"Let her talk to me..don't stop those hips.." Tamsy growls, removing his hands to let you bounce on his girthy length, each bounce sending your brain into a pink mush pile.

"I won't stop, fuck why you doing this to me?" You breathed, laying your acrylic hands on his chest for support while your legs quivered signaling that they would give out soon, but you needed to get that nut out of you, you wanted him to moan your name just like he did in your fantasies, to whimper at you for release.

"Because you deserve this..say it baby.." He cooed, matching your slow pace with sloppy, controlled thrusts.

"I..oh god..I.."

"He not here..It's just me.." he chuckles. "Come on beautiful.." Tamsy hums, thrusting faster with each one stronger than the last.

"I deserve it.." You moaned, throwing yourself onto his chest to let him take over, your legs shook violently sending shots of clear liquid out of your cunt, stained his sweats and a part of his front seat.

"You deserve it..that's my good girl.." He groans, sucking in air from how tight you clenched around him, making his tip flutter before pulling himself out releasing thick globs of his white sweet nectar all on his hand, painting your clit with ease.

"Come on doll, get in the back seat...

To Be CONTINUED....

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>>>Part 2 <<<

Only splitting this up because I'm currently at work, soaked through my pants re reading this masterpiece. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did

*crunch crunch*

"That doesn't make any sense.." A frustrated Tamsy huffed, tossing the crumpled up piece of paper across the room, chewing on the end of his pencil in order to ground himself from a seemingly inevitable freak out.

7 days.

He had only a week to revamp and customize an entire line of clothing for New York Fashion Week all because a designer close to his caliber decided to drop a sneak peek of their collection early showing similar designs and stitching to Tamsy's.

No matter how many statements or yelling to the critics that "it's different, I'm not inspired by them, if you look very closely.." to their eyes and all of the tabloids, the only thing he could picture was "Tamsy taking Honey's ideas? Or a common runway mistake? Tamsy inspired by arch nemesis Honey B!" he growled at his own thoughts turning in the chair to a fully clothed mannequin draped in a navy blue gradient dress, coated in hand sewn crystals.

"There's no way I can pull something like that in a week?"

"Baby?" You called to him, rubbing your eyes from the orangish light blinding you as you walked further into the room.

"Hey baby, what are you doing up? You got work in the morning.." He said, his expression softening, looking at how adorable you were in the moomoo he made for you with his name on the back.

"I got up to pee and saw the light on..are you okay did you get a kick?" You asked, going over to sit on his lap. The only time he got this frantic like this was the Met gala and your wedding day.

"I was being nosy on social media again and.."

"And?"

"Honey's line has 3 pieces that look similar to some of the pieces I have for my collection, like the dress I designed similar to your wedding one? This one.." He said pointing to the mannequin.

"Down to the crystal placement.." He continued, picking up the train of the dress to drag one of his hands underneath to elevate the crystals to his view. "The only difference if you can call it that is hers is baby blue and mine is navy."

Your eyes were glued to the masterpiece glimmering before you, this was the first time you've seen one of his pieces unfinished, he would usually lock himself in here until something was completed never showing his true self in the developing process. It was nothing but pure raw emotion that he released into his art so whenever he was locked into creative mode you let him unleash it all in private.

"I didn't know you were doing a line based on our wedding.." You said, a warming feeling spreading across your chest, your voice just barely above whisper.

"I know I'm not known for wedding dresses but I wanted to capture everything that night meant to me, I wanted to tell our story through these pieces.." He uttered back, locking his yellow eyes onto you.

"She must've seen our wedding pics and got to work just to beat you for Fashion Week.. I'm so sorry baby.."

"Now I've scraped I think 6 pieces from the line and it's taking everything in me not to rip this thing into shreds.." He spat, flinging the train of the dress back where it was, sighing while reaching up to undo his ponytail holding his blondish blue strands.

"Rip- baby you have a week! What you need to do is take a break, when has stressing yourself out in this room ever helped you feel any better?"

"After I'm finished destroying it..”

"Tamsy!"

"Okay! Okay last one.." He chuckled to himself, letting his body relax not realizing his shoulders were scrunched up, his neck was tight and his eyes had bags bigger than your collection in the room.

"It's hard finding more material during a week like this, a model to fit it perfectly, rehearsing which look will go first.."

"You need to ease up on yourself baby.." You said to him, snaking your nails behind his ear to scratch his head, he immediately leaned into your touch letting his jaw slack open from the satisfaction. "Yeahhh, it's been a minute huh?" You teased, dragging your other hand to give him a deep scratch.

"Shiitttttttt.." He groaned, feeling the anxiousness seep out of his body, slouching his body deeper into the chair. You took another glimpse at the dress once again, taking in each and every detail Tamsy had sewn into the piece until your gears turned.

"What about our wedding night?" You pondered to him seeing he was not in the same realm as you. "Baby?"

"You can't scratch my scalp and expect me to be focused on anything.."

"Our wedding night! You exclaimed, popping up out of his lap to grab a random roll of red fabric, draping it across your body. "I can model it out for you this week, I think you can pull something off based on that.."

"Wait..don't move.." He paused, placing his hands on the arms of the chair to prop himself up. You didn't inch a muscle as you watched his blonde eyelashes bat with excitement and his pupils scan your body like a metal detector. "Our wedding night.."

He goes for the drawer of his desk pulling out a pink measuring roll, unraveling its contents to throw it around his neck, taking the end piece with his two fingers.

"You should have my measurements by heart.." you teased, shuffling around. This gave you a sharp glare from the blonde man, holding out the measuring tape just above your breasts.

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"I said don't..move.." He said sharply, pulling you close to him with his free fingers to form the fabric to shape your body, measuring your curves with the tape, your bust, your waist. You knew he turned into a completely different person under the needle but the line between the madman and your husband started to blur together.

Your breathing hitched with your thoughts thinking even if your lungs moved out of place he would snap like a cord, but instead he moved quickly, pinning the fabric into the perfect outline, the meticulous process that led him to the creation standing near you.

Taking a step back to look at the thrown together outfit his eyes stopped on yours then trailed down to the makeshift train he put together by throwing some fabric behind you. His face turns up like something was out of place, you shudder a breath out to brace yourself, you didn't know if he was going to pin something else or rip it all off of you, either way you wanted him to make the decision fast before you took a leap of faith into his arms.

You loved it when he was all worked up.

"Shorter.." He mumbles, reaching behind him to find the scissors. He rummaged through pencils, tape, regular office scissors only to come up short on finding his silver sheers. "Fuck it.." he cursed, kneeling down to his knees to rip the huge train off the dress and the roll of fabric you grabbed from earlier, causing you to yelp out his name.

"Tamsy! Be caref-"

"Dolls don't talk do they? You want to be my model, do as you're told.." He spat, looking up at you with firm eyes. You met his glance catching on to his sudden change in attitude, taking a small step back from where you were standing.

"Yes Sir.." You hummed, taking another step back, listening to the sound of heartbeat swell in your ears from the adrenaline spiking in your veins.

"Gloves.." Tamsy grunts, taking the measuring tape from around his neck to wrap them around your wrists, moving you in the direction you were walking backwards in until your back pressed against the cold wall of his working room. One wrong move and the pins stuck in the fabric would pierce your skin like a bad session of acupuncture. A part of you wanted to feel the hot sensation of the pins going through and have your husband lick your wounds while you whimper from the pain but the way he tighten the measuring tape around your wrists pinning them above your head gave you no more time to wish what he would do, he was about to show you.

"Wantin' me to relax and you can't follow simple instructions.." He huffed, shoving his tongue inside of your mouth, keeping one of his hands up to hold your tied up arms suspended in the air, breaking the kiss to secure his pretty doll on the hook installed in the ceiling to hold up his mannequins for longer pieces.

"We in the same boat ain't we?" You taunted, trying to keep your balance with your arms dangling in the air, it didn't help that you were practically dancing on your tippy toes. The sounds of his belt undoing rung in your ears sending shots of pleasure in-between your pre-soaked thighs. You both knew you had on nothing under the night dress/fabric ensemble you were in so your thighs slid back and forth, edging yourself while he worked.

"A slit.." He mumbled, grabbing the end of the fabric, ripping a line by your thighs, breaking through your night dress to reveal the sticky mess you tried to conceal.

"She running her mouth too huh..?" His lips curl into a devious smile lifting your leg upon his shoulder leaving your other leg still on its tippy toes. Lifting the fabric like pulling a curtain back, he uncovered  the steaming hot mess tucked away from his sights, dragging a finger up your leg, collecting your juices and suckling on his finger to savor your taste.

"I tell you don't move and now you're staining the dress..so much I have to teach you.." He whispers, gripping your thigh as he takes a bite out of the squishy material kissing up towards your aching core. With him working so hard you two haven't so much as a goodbye kiss or a quick make out in the back of limousines but tonight you wanted to give your all.

"Teach me Sir.." You breathed, looking down at his keen gaze glowing back up at you, his blonde locks of hair cascaded down his back, flowing out of the way as he connected his mouth with your bottom lips, sliding his tongue between your puffy folds letting you feel the warmth swirling around your clit. It was like sitting on a pre heated seat.

His face became drenched with your scent as he slowly worked his way on the sensitive nub, kissing and sucking on it with such precision you felt like you were about to cum a minute in. He sensed your easy and early arrival from how hard you were trying to keep your legs still, so pulled back with a sloppy 'pop' sound, getting another look at the damage he had done before locking his eyes back on yours. He laid a heavy smack to your thigh again making you pop open your hazy-half lifted pupils.

“You don’t get to go to la la land, dolls are supposed to sit still..” He spoke firmly, adding his hand to mix in his spit and your creaminess leaking from the quivering hole just aching to be touched. You jerked your thigh back from the sensitivity feeling a small pinch on your side, followed by a smug chuckle from the designer.

"Be wary of the pins dear, I hope I don't poke you on accident.." He smirked, diving back into your heat with the intention to make you squirm. He wrapped his pierced lip around the swollen bud moving his lips to purposely drag that piercing across that spot, driving your eyes to cross each other's path. His movements were painfully slow and accurate with your orgasm sitting on the tip of his tongue, slurping every drop that didn't make it into his mouth, the flap of the fabric sitting over his eyes shielding you from that harsh yellow gaze he'd used to put you in a trance.

Tamsy's grip tightened on your thigh, picking up your other leg to have you suspended in the air, being eaten whole by the concentrated blonde. He had a good hold on you but your arms dangled from the hook only thinking about if Tamsy "accidentally" let go, the fear spiked something inside of you, aiding the fire building inside your stomach.

"Fuck I missed your tongue.." You panted, grinding your hips onto his mouth, feeling your body swing back and forth and each time your back touched the wall the sharp ends of the needles would graze your skin, the anticipation driving your mind literally up a wall. This made Tamsy fold the flap covering his eyes back, grabbing a pin on his desk pricking your skin before securing the fabric so he could torture you with his tongue more.

Right at the top of your climax he pulls away again causing you to let a drugged out whine, shaking your hips from the sudden loss of his touch, the way your body reacted to his every movement made you pissed, you were programmed to be his fuck toy.

"Tamsyyyy..pleasee.." You whispered, your lips trembling in anticipation.

*Smack*

"What's my name? Address me like you got some sense.."

"Sir pleasee..." You whined to him, watching him return back to that same spot, flicking his tongue over and over again only to wrap his lips around the bud, humming to himself letting the vibration roll over your entire body. You were almost there this time quicker than the last, you didn't know if you had it in your stomach to hold it in, your toes curled behind his head while your breathing quickened.

He turned into a starved man at a buffet for the first time, keeping his hands on your plump thighs to squeeze around his head like the perfect pair of headphones. He pulls back once more with a few droplets of your juices marking their spot on the fabric, you whimper in response from not finishing and from screwing up his idea.

Or so you thought.

"That's where I'll put the stones.." He huffed, making a mental note rising up from his kneeling position to stand nearly eye to eye with the twisted man. He raises his hand to the measuring tape to see if it was still holding you up tightly, going back to the sloppy slick filled mixture your pussy left for him to play with.

He wraps his arm around your dangling body cupping his hand on your sides with the pins, squeezing you soft enough for you to feel the ends of the needles grazing your skin. One hard hug was enough to leave tiny red marks dotted down your chunky sides like embedded rhinestones.

He leans his head down to let you taste his first idea while you wrap your lips around his tongue to suck off your flavor, pulling his bottom lip with your teeth, earning you a low grunt. You felt his fingers traveled down the silky fabric sliding them in between the heated folds taking them back and forth only giving you the slightest bit of friction.

And every time you tried to squirm from his embrace or quivered too hard from the edging, he'd squeeze your sides just enough so the needles could prick you but not deep enough to do any damage. The tiny zaps of pain and pleasure combined together to turn your brain into putty. Once he felt like you deserved to have something inside of you, he pushed his slender digits past that threshold, listening to your pussy squelch from his touch, slowly pumping inside of you.

"Listen to that doll, is all of this for me?" He cooed to you, the palm of his hand grazing your clit while you continued to play with your walls, feeling your clench around his soaked digits.

"Yes Sir, only for you.." You moaned back to him, locking your eyes onto his while a smile etched on his face.

"That pussy paints such a pretty picture on my fingers.." He groaned back, dragging his fingers out of your heat, shaking the excess of your juices onto the fabric just to go back in at a harsher pace, curling them up to hit that spongy spot.

"Use me..I'm your muse Sir.."

"You're my filthy fucking canvas.." He cursed, grabbing at your side tight as you yelped from the pain that was soon replaced by the burning sensation of the ball inside of your stomach about to crash.

"Fill me-fucking..yes baby!" You cried out, feeling him add a third finger to stretch out those pretty pink walls.

"You ready to follow instructions? You want to be the new face of my brand? You want to be a star mama?" He chuckles, abusing the squishy spot, getting stuck as your walls clamped down on him refusing to let him leave, covering his rolled up sleeves with your cum, making another masterpiece on his forearm.

"I'm a star..I'm a fucking star.." You babbled out, cumming again as he continued to slide his cum covered digits into you, not stopping at the fact that you were pouring out that creaminess he loved so much. He rubbed that nastiness all over your cunt letting it drip to the ground where your toes still supported your weight.

"My good girl is gonna be a star ain't you?" he smiled, undoing his pants to reveal his thick length fling upwards, already dripping with precum. He made it twitch for you while palming himself in front of you taking a moment to double check on the measuring tape and to his surprise it was still holding stable.

"A big fucking star.." You huffed out, your body aching from the tiny pricks and your cunt aching for something to be stuffed in its mouth.

" A big fucking star.." He repeated, picking your legs from off of the floor putting your weight around his waist, teasing that sopping wet pussy by using his red hot tip, covering your clit with precum. The both of you moan at the sensation of it gliding against your folds, you swore your hold would let him right in but once he decided to push himself in, you tensed up.

"Come on mama, she can't be shy with me.." Tamsy hummed, taking the pad of his thumb to rub swift circles on that spot, feeling you open up near his tip allowing him to be swallowed up by his favorite set of lips.

"Shit, Tamsy!"

"It hasn't been that long has it? Fuck your gonna choke him out.." he said gritting his teeth at the warm welcome he was receiving. Every thrust was slow, each one going further than the last just so you could get used to his shape again, the dildos you had tucked under the bed did no justice when it came to him.

"You fill me up so fucking good.."

"Yeah you feel him stretching this pussy?"

"Stretch me the fuck out Tamsy.."

"I missed you talking like this, you're such a nasty bitch.." He swore, holding on the sides of your hips gripping those pin needles to your skin causing your mouth to drool. Your back was stuck against the wall as Tamsy slid his fat dick in and out of your velvety walls. You were trapped in the air with your hands still wrapped up like a present, you couldn't push him away and he had all the access to bury his cock deep inside of you whether you wanted him to or not (consentually).

"I'll be a good doll for you baby! Keep fucking me like that, slam that dick in me.." You whined, looking up to the heavens wondering how you got so blessed to be this full of him, how someone could prop you up like you were nothing and ram into you like you were filth on the street, you were loving every second of it.

He releases his grip on your sides to tear off the remaining pinned up fabric leaves pieces still stuck to you but he couldn't care. He pulled your chin to his lips, sliding his tongue around yours as he drilled into your cunt, your juices spilling out with each thrust staining the fabric underneath.

His growls entered your mouth while your moans fed him like drinking from the fountain of youth, you wanted your cunt to drain him for everything he had, you wanted his kids, you wanted him to fill your stomach up claiming you just  like that 100K rock sitting on your ring finger.

"Mmm-y/n you gon make me cum in this tight ass pussy? Such a good girl draining my cock just how I like it. G-od fucking-" Broken out cries left Tamsy's lips as your pussy held him down tight, it throbbed inside of you, pulsating on your walls triggering a reaction to spray his thick length with your cum. He had both of your ankles in his hand to spread that fat plump pussy open so he could impale you onto his dick, hitting nothing but that fluttering spot time and time again, sending black and white stars to dance in your vision.

"Cum in me! Don't fucking pull out Tamsy!" Those words sent his hips into a thrusting frenzy, not caring about how he looked letting his blonde and blue locks of hair bounce along with your tits squashed up at a perfect angle for him to spit on the hardened buds, pinching and rolling them in between his fingers.

"Y/n! Baby girll fuck! Y/n Y- FUCK! Y/nnnnn.." He bellowed out a guttural moan following after as pretty white stripes coated your walls making your insides look like a nearly empty lotion bottle.

You screamed out his name to the top of your lungs as your muscles contract, finally breaking the material of the measuring tape, dropping you further onto his cock, tensing up from his throbbing tip kissing your cervix.

“Put…baby clothes on the line..” You mumbled out, feeling light thrusts still coming from underneath.

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Oh i'll be continuing this later once I'm done watching the new EPISODE!!!! I've been typing like a maniac all week so expect some late night/early morning drops from me soon! Tamsy is getting animated again today so me and my rose will act accordingly. I hope you tamsy lovers enjoyed this little drabble as much as I did!

Pushed post so fast i didn’t even sign off..i need this man so bad

-MissHoneyBlue

You thought you were slick, holding the double bladed sword like you weren't bound to be cut, no you were expecting it. The singe of excitement you felt porusing through your body like a line of electrictiy dancing it's way through a powerline.

You met your first victim at the library beside your job, you were on your lunch break and he was studying for the bar, the way the sunlight coated his blonde eyelashes each time he blinked caught your attention and his voice light and airy sending sweet chills causing the shell of your ears to twitch in excitement.

Shamefully enough, the vixen in you just so happened to take him to the farthest corner of the library to slip your warm palm into his britches while he toyed with your wet clit through your underwear, wriggling your hips to earn the most friction hoping a worker would come by to check on the soft banging of the bookshelf.

“Not so loud beautiful…you do know where you’re making a mess at right?” He whispered to you, a soft grunt leaving his lips telling your fingers play with his tip.

“That means you have to keep your voice down..” You whispered back, releasing his thick length from its constricting prison, softly pulling him into your mouth, quietly throating him in the back of the library, pausing every few moments from when he got too carried away with pumping his dick down your throat causing a few chokes and gags to escape.

You finished him off and left him in a daze, wiping your mouth before you went back to work, giving him your number so he could get some help on his studies at any time.

Your next victim came unexpectedly while you were out with a group of friends celebrating a promotion with mimosas and brunch. He came up to the table and offered to pay for the next round but his main focus was the way that sundress hugged your body like a smooth wine bottle written in the prettiest language.

He was tall, covered in the finest of silks, which meant his pockets matched his attitude. You didn’t have to do much to get him in the bathroom stall of the establishment, your leg hiked up around his waist and your hairs entangled into his locs while he drug his fat dick inside of your velvety walls.

“Mimosas turn you out like that?" He huffed, leaning back so he could watch his length disappear inside of your greedy pussy.

"Keep buying em for me and see what happens.." You said with a grunt, your back pinned agaisnt the wall, his hands underneath your sundress grabbing at what had his attention.

You added him to the list by doing what you normally do, give out your number and let them flock your way only this time..Corvus managed to get a date out of you, a real date that had you laughing until your cheeks burned, one where you didn't have to put up the vixen attitude to get what you wanted, you ended up falling in love!

There was one night in particular when you had made the best mistake of your life, you were about to cut it off with Tamsy due to the fact that Corvus had taken up most of your time, and with the free time you did have you were under Tamsy at his dorm meaning no time for yourself!

You would leave Tamsy's dorm still full of cum going over to Corvus's house to have 4 more rounds stuffed inside of you!

The initial plan was to have Tamsy over by 3 and gone before 5 when Corvus came by after work, so when the time flashed 3:45pm on your phone, your heart and mind began to race with your mind winning by pumping out worst case scenarios

By 4:15, you were paranoid.

By 4:45 you hadn’t gotten a text from Corvus telling you that he was on the way.

knock knock knock

You hopped up to rush to the door hoping th person on the other side was Tamsy so you could cut it off quick before Corvus made his way over but to your surprise when you opened your front door Corvus and Tamsy were waiting for you on the other side, both with evil grins on their faces like they’ve finally cracked the code on the game you were playing with them.

“We just want to talk beautiful..” Tamsy speaks up, stepping his foot inside so you couldn’t shut them out, piling inside while Corvus locked your door.

That’s how you ended up on your couch, kneeling in front of them with one hand pumping Tamsy and your mouth stuck on Corvus’s thick 9 inch length forcing your throat to take him all the way to the base but every time..it rejected him yet he still forced your back on his dick, with Tamsy slapping you to focus on his cock as well.

“He gots all of your attention huh?” Tamsy grunts, yanking you off of Corvuss' dick to put your mouth on his, abusing that sopping wet mouth just like he used to in his dorm.

"Mhmm show him what you can really do baby.." Corvus groaned.

"Fuck! How do you hold up when she's licking your tip like that..Oh shit.." Tamsy whined, pulling out of your mouth to tap his dick on your swollen lips while Corvus followed.

They were both stroking their lengths onto your face and it felt like you were the center of attention...just how you wanted it. They both slide their dicks past each other, overlapping them while they pumped. You knew they weren't going to give you the satisfaction of cumming all over your face so when you found yourself being ping-ponged in the middle of your living room floor the idea of this being for you was blown right out the window.

"Hold her down T..."

"She still thinks this is a reward...we have to change that.." Tamsy hummed, thrusting up from underneath feeling Corvus' thick shaft glide past his while he snapped his hips into you from behind.

The searing hot mixture of the pain and pleasure from being strecthed out past your body's capacity flourished throughout your system, your mouth dribbled with drool with each thrust, Tamsy kept your hips into place, and Corvus pulled your hair back into a dramatic arch, looking at the recoil of your ass hit his skin.

"This is what you wanted huh? A dirty lil slut like you needed a train ran on her?” Corvus chuckled, laying open palm smacks on your ass

"You're so sick sweetheart...having two men pump you full in your own living room? You think you can handle all this cum in that tight pussy?” Tamsy cooed, folding your arms behind your back so Corvus would have something to keep himself steady.

Your brain couldn't even form coherent sentences, just approving babbles while still bouncing on their cocks..

I need them both so bad oh my god...I'm supposed to be SIPPING this wine but this is what happens when Alcohol and Honey mix..It get's a little sticky...also i’m gonna post a little question thingyyy for my older dolls who wanna join my harem hhehehee and as always i’ll imagine with you soon…when i’m sober..

The colors of the city blur over the tinted windows of the dark blue BMW gliding past the busy streets, the bass of the music flooding the interior of the car as he keeps his eyes steady on the road, cutting a few glances at his phone flashing every couple of seconds.

It was a peaceful, yet busy night for Tamsy who had just gotten off of work, yawning to himself behind the wheel with his mind still turning gears, thinking of new designs for his clothing brand, they picked up in sales over the last month which meant more business for him and no time for himself.

The buzz of his phone kept pulling him in and out of the creative process he was trying to complete but he took it as a sign to ease his thinking and focus back on the road.

"Who's calling me this late?" He wondered to himself, stopping at a red light. This gave him the opportunity to check his phone, rolling his eyes in annoyance after he saw the contact name. The light turned green so he decided to deal with it later, he had a couple more stops to make before calling it a night.

Tamsy enjoyed riding around when there was no one else walking or patrolling through the streets, it cleared his mind after a hectic day at the store and he could clock in to his night job of dealing.

It helped pay some extra bills off on the side and his stuff was good enough to earn him a bit of a name around the neighborhood. He was word of mouth and that's how he preferred instead of posting his inventory on social media like his counterparts.

*ping*

Connie

Yoooo T, I need a huge favor, i aint in town im working with Eren tonite

I'm all out for the night..sorry bout that

Tamsy sent the text leaning back in the front seat sighing, looking over into the back seat at his bag full of weed. Some customers were a hassle to deal with, always trying to get a deal or spread his name around having random people call his phone and Connie was one of them.

damn, i was trying to hook my homegirl out, she usually get half from me but im outta town

where she stay?

He leaned up out of interest to cock his brow slightly, the usual suspects were his friend Jean or the hot head that lived across town.

y/n, she not too far from you I can send you her number. just stop by my spot to give her what I got, you can keep what she gives you.

no need. what's her number?

"I'm not going to his house.." Tamsy mumbled scrunching up his face, looking through the shiny ziploc bags covered with his original designs to see what he could give out for the night. He got the text with the girl's information and left it to marinate while he grabbed two bags, opening them both smoothly, transferring some nugs from one bag into the other, packing it to the brim.

It was a small gesture for newer customers so they wouldn't call his phone in two days saying they were running low,plus he felt bad that the girl was smoking bullshit so he felt like that was the right thing to do by hooking her up.

i preciate you, i'll hook you up next time i'm in town

Leaving the boy on read, Tamsy sent the location to his GPS, getting back into driving position on the way to the girl's house which was surprisingly not too far like Connie said. He drove right past an all night breakfast place where the line was wrapped around the block, the scent of freshly cooked waffles and bacon fueled his car and the growling stomach rumbling loud over his radio. He made a mental note to stop by to get something to eat.

The wheels crackled against the pavement of the girl's driveway with a couple of houses surrounding the block of the complex, her house was on the end with a light on showing that she was home. It was a decent neighborhood with a big playground illuminated by the moonlight, scattering shadows on the multicolored mulch.

outside.

Tamsy's face turned white from the bright phone screen being his only source of light, picking up a leftover blunt in his ashtray to light it with a strike of a match looking over to the screen door watching a thick figure walk up to the tinted window. Pressing the button with the tip of his finger, the window rolled down just enough to where his face could be seen.

"Y/n?" He asked, blowing smoke out of the car.

"Yeah, sorry for the late night call, I just got off work.." The warm voice poured in, adding to the sounds of the screaming cicadas and other nighttime animals near the woods he was parked by.

"Shit..."

She was a shorter woman with smooth dark skin, her eyes covered with eyeliner sharpened to the point, she had a bonnet hanging on her head while the rest of her full curls fell from underneath it. A small glint flung off of her charmed nails hanging by her thick hips swaying towards him.

He was starting to question her connections with Connie.

"You're good, you're ain't too far from my next stop." He said, pulling out the special ziploc bag from the backseat, dapping the girl up making sure he kept his hands away from the money in her hands.

"Connie not gon be in town for a while so this was what he had for you, I put some of my stuff in there to see if you like it.." He said softly, smiling with the blunt in his hand, putting his bag back in it's spot, placing the other hand on the gear shift.

She sucks her teeth signaling she probably knew what that meant.

“That’s fine, and take this please." She said softly, putting her hand through the window. “I don’t like owing anybody. I’m not tryna hear what Connie saying right now.”

"Connie don't speak for me, like I said you good. You got my number, call me if you need.." Tamsy said again, hitting play on his bluetooth so he could turn his neck around to back out of the driveway. He rolled up the windows to close himself into the hotbox, letting the bass vibrate the entire car.

The only thing on his mind was the breakfast spot he passed by earlier with the mermaid on the sign, he had one more stop to make before he indulged in soggy, syrup soaked waffles. Tamsy sped through the vacant traffic lights, watching them float under the ceiling of the car, pulling into a dirt road with a swift bump from the change of terrain.

He swayed with the vehicle until he reached a small house at the end, his front lights shining on the bricks underneath the house, pulling his bag out again for another customer.

*tap tap tap*

A brown skinned woman in a bright red custom made jacket with her name "Haven" in cursive on the back. Her nails were black, stiletto sharp tapping against her lowly lit phone screen, listening to the sound of the car window sliding down an inch, only showing his long blonde eyelashes through the smoky car.

"Hey T, he not in the house if you want to come in.." The voice spoke through the cracked window.

"I'm not on that tonight, it’s 100$” Tamsy repeated, his voice laced with annoyance while holding out the big bag.

“You charging me too? It’s like that?” The woman said, her jaw tightening as she tugged on the side of her hood, turning her face up.

“100$, Haven..”

“You can keep that lil weak shit, don’t even worry about it. I can’t believe you right now..” She spat, tapping her phone with her nails, texting someone. "You acting funny because of what happened? It was one time you knew what the- T? Tamsy-? Ta-?"

The blonde rolled up the window sucking his teeth at the dark blue haired woman's rants, pulling the gear into reverse so quickly he had to look twice to see if he put it into drive, either way the results would've left him satisfied. He started to think why in the hell did he come over here in the first place but he wanted to prove something and his hypothesis stood corrected.

He still hated her.

The next stop? Daija's Diner, open 24 hours.

Turning into the diner parking lot, the line still had a few people staggering around outside. The clubs were closed and the sun had just begun to open it's eyes to shine a sharp yellowish orange over the clouds, while the clock in the car flashed at 6:07 am. He couldn't be bothered with standing in the line just to get a seat so he called to have it picked up instead, he thought sitting down inside would help but after another customer pissed him off for the night he just wanted to go home.

*ping*

Tre

King needs you to drop off whatever you have left behind the store, i'll come by to pick it up.

He was one of Tamsy's biggest customers, only calling him once every couple of months to clean out his inventory or whatever was left after his route of regulars. The blonde haired man hadn'r heard from King in about 6 months which left his nerves uneven, he shuffled in his seat to look back at the half full bag wondering if that would be enough.

cool give me 20

"Tamsy? Full breakfast platter?" The muffled voice said outside of the window.

"Thank you.." He said softly, grabbing the big plastic bag from the woman's hand, slipping her 100$ to take care of the cost.

"I can't even eat this right now.." He mumbled to himself, tossing the food into the passenger seat, taking off out of the parking lot harshly leaving a small mark from his tires. He didn't have time to go back to his house to refill his supply so whatever he had is whatever he got, there shouldn't be a reason why he was so nervous to meet up with him.

The store building was about 20 minutes away from the diner, his openers haven't made it yet to start their shift so he pulled around back to leave the bookbag in a box next to the trashcan, the usual pickup point but today King and Tre were leaning on the hood of all blacked out suburban.

King was a tall man with broad shoulders wearing an all black fit consisting of black slacks, a tight black belt with a shiny silver crown belt buckle and a fitted black tee. He always had Tre around as his right hand, the one who does his dirty work and the only person he didn't kill when he left the gang life to pursue something better-owning properties like the sole building Tamsy was dealing and making clothes out of.

The car shut off with a turn of his keys, grabbing the bag from the backseat still with little pricks of anxiety pumping through his veins, he got out to dap up King and Tre, tossing the back to him while he did a pat down to see how full it was.

"He good.." Tre spoke, throwing the bag to the huge man who kept his eyes on the blonde.

"How have you been Tamsy? I haven't heard any updates on the store or from you personally." King asked, pulling out a huge money clip of cash, counting to a random number then placing the thick stack of bills into Tamsy's hand.

"It's hard to get in contact with you, we both have low profiles to keep."

"I give you that, I heard you were thinking about expanding to bigger places. Are you thinking about buying another building from me to keep that plant business together?" He joked, opening his car door to put the bag under the front seat.

"I think the building I have now is just fine, where did you hear that?"

"I got ears everywhere I even heard about that ordeal with Connie, what drove you two apart?"

"He's not somebody I associate with anymore that's all, he moves differently so I want it to stay that way..are you here to question me or are we done here?" He spoke with a puzzled look, wondering why they were having small talk instead of the quick one-two interaction.

"Just wanted to see where your head was at, we went ghost for a little while." King smiled, signaling Tre to start the truck to go on about their lives. "I'll be around more often, Haven's got me running around doing wedding shit so i'll hit you back.." King chuckled to himself, hopping back into the suburban while Tre backed out of the alley way leaving Tamsy alone with a shit ton of money and his thoughts tangled up.

How can he know Haven didn't tell him?

Y/N

The bag spoke before you could open its contents, definitely proving that whatever he gave you wasn't Connie's, which you weren't expecting but grateful that you didn't have to smoke 2 blunts to feel something. You kept the boy's name on repeat in your mind, images of his eyes flashing back in your head like reruns on cable tv, you felt like you've seen him before but nobody in town looked like that, especially someone with that hair color. No matter the thoughts, you had what you needed and finally started your 'night' routine at 3 something in the morning.

You cut your speaker on to connect your phone to the blue tooth, walking towards your closet to pull out your smoke box to refill your jar and have enough left out to roll a thick back wood. Grabbing your shower materials, you heard your phone go off with a message which you were expecting from Connie asking about Tamsy's stuff but instead it was Daija with the daily report of what happened at the restaurant. You'd think a 24 hour diner would have no problems but after 2 am is when the real show begins, once all the clubs let out.

"Hey Siri, call D!" You called out to your phone, placing your rolling tray onto your lap, breaking down the nugs.

"..calling Dickhead.."

"No! Shit-" You cursed, picking up your phone to stop it from calling Connie back, you let out a sharp breath when it clicked straight to voicemail, manually calling Daija for tonight's debrief.

"I just left.." You answered, propping your phone to continue to roll.

“We’re slammed! Sasha came through about 10 minutes ago so I don’t need you rushing back, but it’s only Thursday! I wanted to see if you were resting..”

You lit the blunt with a lighter, dragging it back and forth to dry the wet parts, putting an end to your lips to inhale the thick yellow smoke emitting into the air.

“I consider this resting..oh shit..” You coughed, holding your chest to get it all out but each one burned more than the last.

“That’s relaxing to you?” Daija groaned, putting her hand and elbow on the desk listening to the kitchen yell out orders, clashing pots and pans zooming you back into the kitchen through the phone. You turned your volume down to separate your peace.

“It’s the only way to calm my nerves down after a night like tonight, on a good note I listened to what you said, my slots are booked this week finally!”

“Every slot? I told you promoting your hair business at the diner would help!”

“I think i’m still 5,000$ away from the down payment so all i really need is a few more months..”

“Then you’re leaving me?”

“You’re always welcome in my chair! Don’t do that!”

“I’m just teasing, I'm glad you’re back on your feet after everything went down..” Daija spoke, shifting her eyes down.

“I’m straight! It was nothing you know me..this new shit definitely hit better then what i usually get.” You said, turning around to ash the blunt, unclenching your jaw.

“I might have to try it with you when I take off from here if you’re still up. I’m hearing yelling up front so i gotta go.”

“Please promise to call me if it gets crazy, you know I'm here for you.”

“You promise to do the same?”

“I can’t guaranteeeeee that the phones will work if i do call it’s-“

“Exactly, i’ll see you next weekend..”

The phone line cuts out letting the music play back on the speakers only to leave you in your thoughts. Daija opened the diner about 2 years ago once the two of you graduated college with the same major, business. You met her on campus with her being your sophomore year roommate, you were on your third major change and any hopes of graduating looked bleak considering you didn't know what you wanted to do with your life. Asking around for advice made it seem like you were weak, like this is stuff you were supposed to have figured out. The thought of dropping out and having to go back to your mother's face with all the tuition money blown and nothing to show for it burdened you, knowing they would rub your sibling's success in your face.

"Do you want to work for somebody for the rest of your life or work for yourself?" Daija asked, sitting on her bed across the room from you.

"I don't want to work!"

"Then you settle..if you don't want to change..you're settling for this life. Are you satisfied?"

"I don't want to seem like I'm copying you! I went from Psychology, Criminal Justice, NURSING?"

"I'm going into business so I can open up my own spot! I already have the certifications due to my mom, I just want to own it! What do you want with your name on it? You act like you can't do both..what do YOU want?"

Her voice echoed in your head repeating the sentence like a mantra hoping that the message would stick into your scalp and it did. 2 and half years later you had the plans to get your own building and start pushing towards your own salon. It was a talent you picked up as early as two, braiding and playing in your baby doll's hair, hooking your friends up before football games, state competitions, field trips, back to school, prom you always had a way to bring money in your pocket. The question was is this the path you wanted to choose?

Your heart grew attached to the fast paced environment of the restaurant and the fast money from the tips and big hosting parties they would have. When Daija reached out to you for a job there you took the position in a heartbeat using the money to pay off your Comestology loans and the apartment you were currently sitting in. What was so hard about the switch?

Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you blinked back into reality to finish your routine so you could do what Daija intended: Relax and prep yourself for the busy morning scheduled ahead, the first slot booked was floor length boho, you winced from the imaginary feeling of your fingers cramping. You went over to your booking site to see the girl's name and what you had to do for the entire service.

"okay...Haven...wig takedown..wash..alright.." You sighed, this is what you signed up for. You were excited for your first client that you didn't have an already known connection with and it was one step closer to where you finally wanted to be. You made up your mind, the end of the road was not far ahead, you just had to stay to yourself, keep your paper pretty and stay out of the way.

8:57 am- Y/n’s House

If you timed everything right you should be able to sleep after 5..maybe 3 if the other girl cancels which you knew she wasn't, you knew her too well for her to flake on you like that. You showered and washed away all the grease, eggs and bacon smell off of your body and threw on some pajama pants and a throwaway shirt, walking into the living room where everything was set up. The hair was presectioned, you had your sink ready all you needed was the body.

*knock knock knock*

"Hey, it's nice to meet you! I'm Y/n." You greeted the girl, watching her give you a shy wave back.

"So she's just as nervous as me.." You thought to yourself to reassure your nerves.

"I'm Haven, I hope I'm not late one of my boys hooked this up for me."

"Oh no girl, you're right on time. If you don't mind take off your shoes, get comfortable, you're gonna be here for a minute." You said with a giggle in your throat.

"Yeah fasho, I saw your pics on Insta and told my boyfriend to hook me up! Your prices are crazy for what you can do!"

"I'm just starting out! I got my license but I wanna do my own thing and get me a salon so I'm trapping out my house right now." You chuckled, motioning her to sit in the seat so you could start the take down. She removed the wig she had on previously so she still had some residue on her head and scalp, the wash would clear her right up.

"That's wassup, I'll be the first slot on the books! And please don't mind my scalp it's been a month or two since my last hairstyle cuz I've stresssedddd." She enuciated, you cocked your brow from the suddden openess she was showing but then again you were playing and scratching the good parts in her head, she felt like she was at home just like you wanted.

"What's got your scalp like this? I'm not one to be in any bodies business so i'll take the shorter version." You asked with a geniune tone, another perk of being a hairdresser, staying up to date on what's happening.

"To put it like this, I fucked up.." She laughed, folding her tongue over her teeth, like she was happy with what she did.

"Fucked up how?"

"Okay so do you know Kingston? Ex leader of the Kobras? Crazy guy that killed his entire gang and somehow only got off with simple probation because the witness showed up missing?"

"No but now i'm concered for you! How fucked up is fucked up?"

"I met him at this kickback I went to a couple years back, he said he liked my vibe and we ended up fucking in a random room and ever since then he's been calling me his "lady" and I wasn't on that with him, you know? I was trying to get back at Connie from Paradis Heights?"

"I don't know him either..I'm the type to keep to myself. I work at Daija's so I don't even have time to mess with them niggas out there." you continued, dragging the comb through the braid to released it from its tighten form. Hearing his name made your heart jump through your chest, changing your breathing.

"I knew I liked you, but anyways yeah, I was messing around with King for a bit then shit got serious. He proposed to me girl.."

"In front of people?? How long was yall messing around?"

"6-7 months? I've only been with Connie for about 2 and half three years? When I found out Connie didn't really give a fuck about what I was doing I stopped hitting him up for weed, I started using who King goes to annd well..."

"I'm learning you have a type.."

"You telling me a man holding thousands in his pocket with good weed and bomb dick isn't your type?"

"I can't say it ain't and I can't say it is..I'm trying to change my waysss.." You playfully whined, listening to her laugh at your antics.

You had 5 hours left of this appointment and you had to play your part or she find out who you were..the reason Connie stopped giving a fuck about her.

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