#tamsy smut

[kingkatsuki]

— infuriating

Pairing: Tamsy Caines x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, dry humping, Tamsy cums in his pants.

Word Count: 1.3k.

If you were to ask Tamsy what he thinks about you, he’d probably call you infuriating.

It’s the first thought that pops into his head when he catches your eye across the common room full of his fellow janitors and friends as you not so subtly raise a suggestive brow in his direction. Waiting for everyone to leave as you make your move, stalking over to him like a hungry lion marking its prey.

Tamsy finds you infuriating because you make it difficult for him to think. He wasn’t here for love or romance, that wasn’t part or parcel of becoming a janitor, and yet you just had to get inside his head. Consuming him with thoughts of you, and making it difficult to breathe.

Corvus always kept strict rules about janitors fraternising, and yet you had him prepared to break every single one for a moment of your time.

“Is this okay?” You coo, as though he’d ever say that it wasn’t. Throwing his head back against the couch as he watches you through half-lidded eyes, lips parted as he tries to remember to breathe.

He doesn’t respond, but it’s as though you’ve got your answer when his hands tighten against your hips. His grip bruising as fingertips dig into the supple skin, certain to leave their mark on you as he follows your languid motions. Showing the whites of his eyes when you roll your hips over his crotch just right, the worn denim of his jeans adds to the delicious friction as it presses against his engorged length. Unsure whether the wetness pooling against the fabric is from him or you, not that he cares.

“We’ll be quick.” You whisper against the shell of his ear and Tamsy has to stop himself from scoffing at your blatant lie.

He’s got half a mind to activate Tokushin and wrap his string around you to give him a moment to think. But the pleasure swiftly outweighs any rational thoughts he’d usually have of being in such a compromising position with you as he succumbs, his thoughts now completely filled with how pretty you’d look tied in pretty patterns as the rope digs into the plush of your skin.

You make it so easy to break down his walls, to lower his inhibitions and leave him completely vulnerable. He hates the feeling, he reckons. But it doesn’t stop him from pushing down on your hips to smooth your cunt against his swollen length, leaning into the warmth radiating between your thighs as he imagines just how scorching you’d feel wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, Tamsy.” The saccharine lilt to your voice does more to exasperate his issue, practically sealing his fate as he lets you use him like this— guiding your hips as you grind yourself against his crotch, “Feels so good.”

And it does. So much so, Tamsy wonders how your cunt could even feel any better when this already feels like he’s ascended past the heavens to an entirely different plane of existence.

“We don’t have to do anything.” You coo, and Tamsy can’t stop the seam of his lips curling into a smirk.

It’s too late for that, he reckons, when this is everything to him.

Especially the way your lips pepper kisses against the curve of his jaw, following the flurry of scattered stubble against it as it scratches at your lips roughly. Your hands carding through hair to grip it at the base of his skull, nails scratching his scalp as you tug hard. Pulling a groan from deep in Tamsy’s throat he’s certain he’s never made before, if it even came from him—

“We can just do this—”

“Just this” was an understatement. He can feel the scorching heat radiating from your clothed cunt with each sloppy roll of your hips. Dragging your sodden panties against his pants as your slick begins to soak the fabric, casting his eyes down to see the dark stain as he sucks a sharp breath between his teeth. He’s barely even touched you—

“And what is this exactly?” He murmurs, as though you don’t both know exactly what it is.

“It’s just touching—” You mewl shyly, and the response has his cock bucking beneath his pants, “That’s all.”

“So this is ‘just touching’ too?” Tamsy’s hands are quick to slide up your bare thighs, dragging the hem of your skirt up with them as he bunches the material around your hips. Giving him the perfect view of your panties and the way they’ve disappeared between your messy folds, sticking to the dampness as you chase your high. His thumbs press into the apex of your thighs, drawing a slew of pretty whines from the back of your throat as you start to swirl your hips in a desperate attempt to get him to touch you.

But he won’t, not yet. Not until he’s done watching you like this.

“Fuck.” He groans hoarsely, feeling your nails dig into his shoulder as you curve your body above him. Rewarding him with the opportunity to peek down your shirt as you focus the friction against your puffy clit, your poor neglected hole clenching around nothing as he thinks about sliding in raw and stretching you into the shape of his cock.

He can tell you’re close, and he’s unsure whether he can hold on much longer himself. His thumbs reach down to brush against the hem of your panties, following the fabric as it disappears between your labia as he follows a path to your drooling hole.

“You’re so wet.” He murmurs, half-lidded eyes gazing up at you as he watches the way your body responds.

He starts rubbing you through the thin material, and his cock throbs at the way your body seems to melt for him. Leaning forward to suck a kiss against your pulse point, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he starts biting and sucking to coax more pretty sounds from between your lips.

His touch is greedy and selfish, like it always is when it comes to you. His thumb bullies its way beneath the fabric of your panties to press persistent circles against your needy clit and he can feel himself becoming impossibly harder beneath you, groaning against your neck.

“Feels so good, Tamsy— fuck.” You’re loud. Far louder than necessary as Tamsy wonders whether you’ve woken anyone up to catch the pair of you in such a vulnerable position, and yet he makes no attempt to silence you.

How can he when he’s stifling his moans against your neck and bucking his hips as he feels himself teetering on the edge?

Tamsy can feel your neglected hole pulsing around nothing when you cum, greedy and desperate as you cry out a jumbled mess of his name, practically slumping against him as his head falls onto the back of the couch as he finds his own bliss. Catching his groan before it slips through his lips as he allows it to rumble deep in his throat as his cock shoots white hot ropes of cum into his boxers, the slickness tacks to his skin uncomfortably as you give a final few languid rolls of your hips as you ride out your release.

Your warm breath fans against his neck as you come down from your high as Tamsy rests his palms on your bare thighs to try and even out his breathing too, his eyes focused on the door in case anyone were to come into the living quarters this late at night. Knowing all too well how high the chances of that are when he’s caught Riyo up to no good, Enjin slinking back from a late night smoke past midnight or worse— Corvus himself.

He tells himself it’s because he doesn’t want to get caught in such a compromising position, when really it’s because Tamsy hates the thought of anyone else getting to see you like this— and most of all Tamsy hates how you can make him cum in his pants like a randy fucking teenager.

[cosmicstunt]

inbox is open for enjin, zodyl, zanka, gris, jabber, august and tamsy x reader requests because I can’t think of anything to write. no yandere or smut requests please.

[kingkatsuki]

— need

It took me way too long to write something for this man, but he has me completely deranged.

You manage to get hit by a Vandals lust jinki, but luckily for you Tamzy is there to help you out.

I was originally keeping this idea for Bakugou but somehow Tamzy just fit better.

Pairings: Tamzy Caines x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, non-con/dub-con, sex pollen, dirty talk, fingering, Tamzy ties you up, choking, Tamzy cums untouched.

Word Count: 2.2k.

“Please, help me Tamzy.” Your voice is choked and desperate as you look up at him with wide eyes. Your hand trapped between your thighs as you grind on your palm beneath your skirt.

Tamzy’s panicking now, wide eyes look back towards the door as he keeps his mask firmly over his face to protect from the pink toxins that now float through the air. The Vandal and their jinki move fast enough to escape, but it wasn’t fast enough to protect you from the after effects.

“Where’s your mask?” Tamzy pushes, rushing over to you as you practically hump your hand. Nose scrunched in irritation as it does little to satiate the throb between your thighs.

“It’s not enough.” You whine pitifully, ignoring his question as Tamzy stops in front of you. Chancing pulling off his mask when the rest of the air dissipates as he cups your cheek in a palm. You’re burning up—

“You gotta help me, Tamzy.” You push, and your smaller hand reaches up to encircle his wrist, tugging his hand down to your chest to press his palm against your breast.

It’s wrong. He should wait for back up, for the professionals to get here. Enjin would know exactly what to do in this situation, what needs to happen to fix whatever this is. He’s heard of these kinds of aphrodisiac jinki before, listened to Delmon talk about Vandals who ransacked his farm in search of these plants that held amatory properties that held a high price on the black market.

But all of his training couldn’t have prepared him for the unadulterated sight in front of him, and the desperate way you tried to grind your hips against his thigh as Tamzy tried to keep you pinned against the wall. Worried what you might do if you managed to flee the scene to chase your release, or what real creeps that roamed the Abyss could find you at this hour and do god knows what to you. Never mind the Vandal that did this to you in the first place—

It was lucky he’d been the one to find you.

“Tamzy,” There you went saying his name like that again. The desperate, pathetic whine to your tone had him scrunching his nose in irritation as he secretly committed the noise to memory. Something that would fuel his lonely nights as he fists his cock to the thought of you like this for him, “Please, I need you.”

Fuck.

Your reflexes were quick, but he was quicker. Using Tokushin to wind ropes of yarn around your middle to try and keep you subdued, much to your dismay.

“S’not fair,” You sniffle. Your bottom lip juts out and it takes every fiber of his being not to lean forward and kiss you, “You’re always so mean to me, Tamzy.”

God, you had no clue what you were doing to him right now— you couldn’t. Not with the lust jinki clouding your mind and your senses as you rubbed your thighs together to try and alleviate the tension.

He pressed down on his collar to try and contact Enjin again, opening the connection to try and find help. The signal inside the salt cave was almost non-existent, as he tried to decipher Enjin’s voice on the other end. Hoping that by shouting a rough location over the radio waves that he’d be able to find you both on the lower floor.

“It’s okay,” Tamzy murmured, “You’re gonna be okay.”

Tamzy knew these types of jinki weren’t simple to disband. The kind of power that could invade a persons psyche and consume them from the inside out— ceasing their existence if the desire wasn’t satisfied.

But he shouldn’t be the one to help, especially when he already harboured strong feelings for you— it wouldn’t be right. Tamzy couldn’t take advantage of you, especially in such a compromised state. He’d wait for back up to arrive and Enjin would know exactly what to do.

“The others will be here soon,” He spoke calmly, contrasting the way his cock pulsed between his thighs, “They’ll help you.”

“No, no—” You thrashed against his jinki, the binds tightening as they dug into your supple skin, creating dips in the fat of your hips as Tamzy tried to remember to breathe, “I can’t wait that long, you need to help me Tamzy please.”

These jinki were dangerous, if the tension wasn’t eased it would consume you whole. Worse than any poison or toxin that could invade your bloodstream— this was a death sentence if it wasn’t satiated.

“I can’t even touch myself like this,” You huffed in frustration, pathetic tears clung to your lashes as you rolled your hips, “I’m begging you.”

Oh, he was fucked.

That was the nail in his coffin as Tamzy took a step closer to you, “Calm down.”

He only needed to alleviate the tension enough to save you before your friends found you both, just enough to scratch the itch before backup arrived. He could get you off without penetrating you and quell the ache just enough to keep you alive— it would be fine.

Tamzy’s eyes were stoic as he reached forward to cup your molten heat, hissing upon contact when he felt just how wet your panties were. You couldn’t stop the debauched moan from tumbling between parted lips at the sensation, immediately bucking your hips to try and get more.

“Don’t tease me, Tamzy. Please—” He’d never heard you sound so carnal, so desperate before. Wondering if this is always how you sounded when you were in such a precarious position, fingers plunging into your wet cunt when you were alone at night, “Just one finger, please— just one, yeah?”

His cock is damn near painful now, straining against his boxers as it leaks copious amounts of pre. Trying to ignore the throb as deft fingers tug your panties to the side, gliding through your slick as he nudges your puffy clit.

“Just one.” He repeats. As though he’s trying to fool himself that this is okay.

“Yeah, yeah. Just one.” You babble, “Please, Tamzy. I can’t take anymore— it hurts.”

Tamzy tries to ignore the persistent pulse in his crotch as his hard cock strains against his boxers, pre coats the fabric as he shuffles his legs to try and alleviate the tension. Directing his focus to you as his fingers push through your messy slick, parting your labia as he meets resistance.

“Oh, fuck.” Your chest heaves as Tamzy’s fingers find your tight entrance, blunt nails drag against the sensitive skin as he feels you flutter around him. Desperately trying to pull him deeper inside your silky depths as he revels in how tight and warm you are, “Put them in Tamzy, please.”

Every time you murmur his name so desperately it has his cock pulsing in response, dipping a solo finger inside your warmth as he immediately feels your walls cling to him. Your hips jerk as much as they could whilst subdued by his jinki as you pathetically try to fuck yourself on his finger.

“More, Tamzy, please.” You choked, “I think I’m going insane.”

“You said one.” He counters, watching the way your hips swish against him as you desperately try to coax him in.

“I know, I know,” You whine pitifully, “But you feel so good, Tamzy. I need more—”

If you were insane, he was damn near delirious as he slipped another finger in to join the first. Immediately curling them towards the spongy spot inside you as he focused his ministrations against it. Pumping his digits with skilled precision as dark eyes focused on your face to gage your reaction.

“Is this okay?” He rasps lowly, and your cunt throbs in response. He steps closer to push his fingers deeper, adding a third when he feels a lack of resistance that has you keening in satisfaction.

“Feels so good,” You pant, chest heaving as you grind your clit against his palm, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough that the metallic taste of blood coats your tongue.

All the nights he’d fucked his fist to the thought of you couldn’t compare to this. Your head knocks against the dirty brick wall as you thrash in his grip, your smaller hand fights against his yarn to reach out to grope his crotch and Tamzy is certain that his last minuscule piece of resolve has crumbled. A deep, guttural grunt spills from his lips and he can’t stop his hips from jerking into your touch. His sweaty forehead knocks into yours as he does everything he can to keep you pinned against the wall as he continues fucking three of his fingers into your sloppy cunt. If this is how tight you are for three, he wonders how you’d feel if you took his cock—

The scent of you potent in the air as his fingers continue to crudely squelch inside your dripping cunt, drooling into his palm and down his wrist as he sets a steady pace.

“I want your cock so bad, Tamzy.” You breathe out, your voice hoarse as he fucks his fingers into your needy hole.

“Behave.” Tamzy growls, certain you’re trying to garner a reaction from him now. And he’s already used up every ounce of resolve he had by keeping you bounded by his jinki.

“Please,” You push, just like you always fucking do, “I’ll be good, I’ll do anything if you give me your cock.”

“Shut up,” Tamzy grunts, pushing the heel of his palm against your clit as you thrash against him.

“Ugh, make me.” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth now and it’s all he can do to think about shoving his hard cock inside it.

“You’re filthy.” Tamzy grunts, his palm circling your neck to squeeze at the column of your throat. Pushing your head against the wall as his warm breath fans your face, lips dangerously close to yours.

“‘m not.” You tremble, the lack of oxygen heightens the sensation of his fingers plunging into your tight cunt as he fucks them into you with vigour.

“I beg to differ,” Tamzy speeds his fingers up for emphasis, the crude squelch fills the air as more of your slick seeps out of you, cooling against your inner thighs as he presses the calloused pad of his thumb against your clit to rub messy circles against it, “You’re practically drooling onto my hand.”

“Let me drool on your cock instead.” You quip back.

Tamzy sucks a breath through gritted teeth at your lewd words, hips bucking wildly as he imagines your wet cunt soaking his cock in your essence. The moisture drooling down is length and matting into the messy hairs at the base as he fucks into you, leaving creamy rings around the base of him.

“Stop being a brat.” He grunts, but he’s not sure he wants you to.

This is already more than he should be doing, he should’ve waited for Enjin— and now he’s thinking about sinking his cock inside your wet cunt and spearing you open on him.

“Let me touch you, please? I’ll be good I promise.” He doubts that dearly as he shakes his head, sweat beads at his brow as he tries to ignore the desire building inside him. His resolve close to crumbling as he pictures sinking his throbbing cock into your silky, wet walls.

“I don’t think you will be, sweetheart.” He chastises as he continues his pace, pressing down harder which each forward motion as he pushes you closer to the edge.

“I’m close,” You trembled, your voice vibrating against his hand as it flexed against your windpipe. The coil inside you tight and dangerously close to snapping as Tamzy spend his motions up in response.

Three fingers poised to hit that same spot inside you with each forward motion, certain his pads were pruning from how wet and warm you were. Pressing down against your needy clit hard as he felt the way your cunt began to tighten around him.

“Come on, sweetheart,” He whispered, “Cum for me.”

“Oh my— fuck, Tamzy!” The sound of his name spilling from your lips is debauched, and the desperate wail that follows seals his fate.

His hips jerk clumsily as the tension inside him cuts like a knife, legs wobbling from the unabashed force of his climax as he follows you into bliss. Tamzy moans with you in tandem as he finds his release. Shooting white hot ropes of cum into his boxers that soaks his cock and balls, leaving him sticky and messy as his spunk leaks through his pants. His chest heaves as he gulps in air, hips canting forward as your desperate fingers still reach out to grab for him. Hissing when they make contact against his overstimulated cock, sending fresh aftershocks surging through him.

“I—,” You pant, tears dried in streaky lines down your cheeks as your head lolls to the side, “Did you?”

Tokushin goes lax as Tamzy comes down from his high, freeing you from the binds as you rub at the imprints against your skin. The pink lusty clouds still haze your vision as you blink up at him blearily, your palm reaches out to feel the damp spot against his crotch as Tamzy hisses in response. Still semi-hard as he throbs against your palm, caging your body in against the cave wall as he looms over you.

Oh, he’s certain you’ll be the death of him.