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But some of yall looooooveeeee to write fanfics where the reader(specifically a woman) does nothing but stay at home and wait for her perfect husband all day
call me woke again but i dont think our great grandmothers and grandmas fought for our rights just so you can write these fanfics where its a frat au and reader isnt pursuing anything and dependent on male attention while also getting backshots 10 times a day from toji
Can we get actual smart x reader fics? Or are we sticking to the bimbo who dresses in her cute mini skirts and doesnt know how to count to ten?
tamsy lets other men fuck you for his own satisfaction.
cw: smut, cuckholding, foursome between strangers, unprotected sex, oral sex, degradation, porn with one line of plot, sphereite!tamsy is a freak. i like to keep the smut scenes consensual in my fics but this one can read as dubcon, so please beware!
tamsy caines ✗ fem!reader
"when you said you’d do anything for me..." tamsy starts, his thumb stroking your cheek with mock tenderness. "you meant it, didn’t you?"
you're on your knees in front of him, bare and already trembling under the multiple gazes on you. across from you are three other men, subordinates tamsy personally handpicked and trusted enough to let touch what’s his.
"yes..." you nod, lips swollen and wet from the sloppy kiss you just shared. "I meant it."
"good." he continues, voice laced with amusement as he leans down to grip your chin, his long hair falling forward to frame his face, effectively cutting off the rest of the room and trapping you in his sight. "because if you really are willing to do anything for me... it means I get to decide exactly what happens to you tonight. and if I say they get to share you..." he casts a quick, dismissive glance at his men before dropping his gaze back down to yours. "...then you just lie back, look pretty, and you let them do whatever they want to you. right?"
you look up into his eyes and give another slow, deliberate nod, not daring to speak out loud. satisfied with your compliance, tamsy pulls you to your feet and shoves you toward the bed.
"go on then, angel. don't keep our guests waiting, show them how well I trained you."
the first man steps forward without needing to be told - his hands roaming your hips briefly before they slide between your legs. you let yourself be handled, offering no resistance as he pushes you onto the mattress and spreads your legs open to admire the mess between them.
"she’s soaked." he remarks. "you sure you haven’t started without us?"
tamsy huffs from where he's now sitting back in his chair, eyes glued to you, his cock already half-hard against the white fabric of his attire.
you gasp when the stranger’s tongue slides up your pussy without warning, lapping at your folds while his fingers spread your lips open. you're embarrassed, the humiliation of being watched burning in your chest - yet every signle nerve ending in your body throbs with want, with the sheer satisfaction of knowing you're pleasing tamsy and will be rewarded later for being good.
it isn't long before you start moaning from the building pleasure - soft whimpers and sighs slipping out as your hips naturally begin to undulate in tandem with the man's eager mouth, your hands tangling into the bedsheets beneath you.
"don’t go easy on her." tamsy cuts through the silence, that sweet voice of his never wavering as he crosses his legs. "use her mouth too, she’s good with it."
just like that, the second man steps into your field of vision and unzips his pants to press the blunt tip of his cock against your lips. with the first one still lapping at your swollen folds and the other one still waiting for tamsy's instructions, you open your mouth and take him in.
for the next hour or so, all three of them take turns using you like a toy passed between hands.
one man fucks your throat while another fills your pussy, the third standing to the side and stroking himself over your tits as he watches you fall apart under them. you end up losing track of how many orgasms they pull from you after the third.
through it all, tamsy never looks away.
"you poor thing." he finally mutters, standing up from his seat. at the same time, the man hovering over your face begins to groan, his hips twitching as he prepares to shoot another load down your throat - until tamsy places a firm hand on his shoulder to nudge him back. his cock suddenly withdraws from your throat, causing you to start coughing and sputtering - hot tears spilling over your lashes as you gasp for air, your chest heaving.
"aww." tamsy coos, his long fingers cupping your jaw to tilt your flushed mess of a face upward, forcing your eyes to lock onto his. "was that too much? they're being so rough, aren't they?"
"t-tamsy—" you sob. it's is all you can get out in the state you're in.
"my, my... look at you. taking so much cock like a good little whore, letting other men stretch you open while I sit back and watch." he smiles, shifting his gaze to your tits, watching how they bounce and swing as you're being fucked. "you should see yourself."
your throat is raw, drool and cum dripping ungracefully down your chin and coating your chest, tears blurring your vision.
tamsy crouches beside you to brush a strand of sweat-slick hair from your face, admiring just how thoroughly fucked out you are.
"you think any of these guys will ever look at another woman the same way after they've had a taste of you?" he whispers, watching the heavy, unfocused flutter of your eyelids as they threaten to roll back into your skull from exhaustion. "... after they've had a taste of this sweet, perfect pussy?" his hand drifts downward, palm sliding teasingly over the curve of your stomach then dipping down until his fingers find your swollen clit.
the additional friction causes your entire lower body to spasm, your pussy clenching hard around the thick cock still buried deep inside you. a low groan rips from the guy's throat in response, his hands digging hard into your hips as his pace turns frantic. his hips piston into you a final desperate three times before he stiffens - spilling himself deep inside your pussy.
tamsy watches the contractions ripple through your body as your own orgasm follows, a wide, triumphant smile spreading across his face.
"good girl…such a pliant little doll." he whispers. then he looks over to his subordinates, the warmth instantly vanishing from his expression. "time's up, gentlemen. get out of my sight."
they know better than to argue.
once the door clicks shut behind them, tamsy stands up fully and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a clean handkerchief to carefully clean the fluids from your thighs, chest and face. his touch is almost tender again, a stark contrast to the rough handling you've endured over the last hour.
"there we go, pretty girl." he murmurs, a low, soothing purr as he tosses the soiled cloth carelessly onto the nightstand.
before you know it his mouth is on you, tongue dragging up the length of your swollen folds in a single devastatingly firm stroke, tasting the combined remnants of his men and your own slick. it's over as soon as it starts, a pathetic whimper tearing from your throat when he pulls back.
you watch as his hands move down to the waistband of his pants, finally freeing the rigid length of his cock that had been straining against the fabric the entire time.
"they were just the warmup, angel. now let’s remind this greedy little pussy who really owns her."
an: uuuh don't ever let me be horny at 4am. (might delete later)
People who hate on Tamsy are so??? Like there doesn't always need to be a reason for a character to just be bad. It might not have anything to do with his backstory or some kind of revenge. Sometimes characters just be bad and it isnt a bad thing either. Anyway, i love you my deranged axolotl. I love you so very much.
Synopsis : One of the creepypastas gets severely injured, and Jack’s medical knowledge isn’t sufficient enough to save them. So they have to bring in an actual medical professional, you. You’re fascinated by the creepypastas and decide to stick around and study them. Jack feels extremely upstaged by you because of your medical skills and tried to run you out.
Content warnings : Mentions of blood and gore + drugs, mentions of sex but no actual smut, intimidation, mentions of eye goop or whatever shit Jack has leaking from his sockets, lwk kinda fixated Jack, DEF OOC DONT KILL ME, enemies to lovers (not in the dark romance way i swear), normal Creepypasta stuff.
A/N : this is my first fic (holy hell this took ages and it’s still ass someone kill me), my native language is NOT English, there will definitely be spelling errors and no this isn’t proofread! Also, this isn’t my fic idea, I got it from TikTok!! Btw, I don’t have any medical knowledge so don’t kill me okay ty!
This was certainly something.
None of the creeps ever actually got injured, at least, not horrible enough for Jack to not be able to safe them.
Until now.
One mission gone.. terribly wrong and they were pretty much on the verge of death. And with ‘on the verge of death’ I mean multiple shot wounds, weird type of numbing stuff, gaping wounds that revealed guts and really deep scars that showed muscles and bled like a waterfall.
Great!
Jack tried to help them, and managed to close some of the shot wounds and cuts, though he couldn’t seem to figure out the reason for the numbing effect. So someone, he didn’t know who, but either way, someone called in an actual medical professional, you. Not that he really cared, it’d be good they wouldn’t lose a killer, but otherwise he didn’t care much for your existence.
But to be honest, he was also kinda concerned about why the hell you’d willingly go to a damn house full of psychos just to help them.
You were kind, helpful. And honestly really talented in your craft, but Jack mostly saw it as competition...especially when he figured out you'd be staying at the manor despite the...interesting types of people living there.
Though, you didn't seem intimidated by a 8'0 faceless man, and not by a guy with a cutout smile either. You weren't even intimidated by a girl with literal clock in her eye.
It surprised Jack, but what bothered him the most was the way you weren't intimidated by him. Not scared of him.
It icked him, only making him feel more upstaged.
It had been 2 months since the Innitial reason you came there. And honestly? It really wasn't too bad!
You got a room, somehow, and just..moved your stuff in! No need for endless patients with injuries anymore! You practically became their medic along with Jack.
Not that Jack liked that but who cares?
What Jack had noticed, is that you seemed more…specialized in diagnosis, drugs and the general stuff. Which differed from his craft in sudden medical care and emergency surgeries.
didn’t make jack any less envious and competitive though.
You were just walking down the hall of the mansion, trying to get to the kitchen even if the mansion practically seemed like a Halloween maze with all the spiderwebs and dried up blood stains.
but that simple walk was not so simple anymore when you heard heavy footsteps behind you and the rustling of fabric. You thought you were hallucinating at first, but when you heard it coming closer you turned your head, eyes meeting two empty, black, dripping eye sockets.
“Jesus—Jack, you scared the shit out of me!” You spat at the man in front of you, eyebrows furrowed into a slight scowl. Jack just sighed heavily, taking a couple steps back.
Jack crossed his arms, no emotion visible on his face. “What brings you in the hallway, at four o’clock, at night?” He asked, sounding far too casual for a normally quiet and reserved man. “I could ask you the same thing.” You retorted, resting a hand on your hips.
Jack just sighed once more, if he could he was probably rolling his eyes. He stuffed one of his hands in to his pocket, glancing at you again for a moment before turning on his heel and leaving.
What a strange man. (Like everyone else in that damn building wasn’t strange.)
Once you finally got to the kitchen, you were greeted by Toby and Tim, who seemed to just be talking calmly for once.
You got your snack, yada yada, and returned to your room, sitting down at your desk. Though there was a note on it, neatly folded and with a typical doctors hand writing which immediately gave away who it was from.
'Go back home, the reason you came here is finished. - Jack Nyras.'
Jesus, what was his problem?
Dividers: idk
A/N 🗒 ˎˊ˗ ᝰ.ᐟ: THIS IS GENUINE ASS. FAHH did I start this somewhere in 2025 and only finished the damn prologue now? Yes. Is it still dog shite? Yes! But we ball…I think.. I’m never gonna look a writer in the eye again this is a DISGRACE, FORGIVE ME. (Probably being dramatic but hey it’s what I’m best at)
Your lover has done you dirty, but he’s promised to make it up to you. Swearing up and down he’ll do whatever it takes- by any means necessary.
Even if it costs his ego and a half.
!! Ft. Hoodie x GN! AFAB! Reader !! W/C: 2.6k
-> Sub/bottom! Brian, pegging (obvi), fingering, overstim, slight tiny tiny bit sadist reader, Tim cameo (not in a freaky way), dacryphilia + reader and their strap against the world ->
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Brian’s had his fair share of adventurous bedroom endeavors, but this was uncharted territory.
He’s let you ride him before, manhandled him (kind of) here and there- now, though? You were scaring him.
You’d brought it up so casually that it borderline gave the man whiplash. One minute, you’re lying on his chest, cuddling like you always do. Then the next, you’re dropping a bomb.
“Do you know what pegging is?”
Stated bluntly, he froze under you. Asking if you were serious, and when you told him you were, he sighed. Closing his eyes as if you’d just said you wanted to blow up the house.
The issue was that Brian had a very difficult time saying no to you. Especially when you were mad at him.
He had stained your favourite throw-pillow with blood, practically painting the thing scarlet in his recklessness. It was either this or the couch, so he debated with himself using logic- along with his hatred for sleeping on the sofa.
You’d let him try all sorts of things on a whim, so it’d only be fair if he at least humoured you once. That led to him having a very humiliating experience trying to prep before you got home, and one solid everything-shower later, he was ready.
As ready as he could ever be, anyway.
You returned with a plethora of gadgets. From vibrators to straps, your collection was worrying. It had him nervous, a little fearful, but willing nonetheless. You had laid out a towel over the sheets, pulling lube from the bags with a grin.
It started normally, kissing, maybe a bit of grinding with you on top. Your hand wrapped around his cock, and he’d almost forgotten about the entire plan- only to be given a hefty reminder.
In the middle of giving him head, you suddenly pressed a palm against his inner thigh, spreading his legs wider. Brian, naive to the upcoming sensations, propped up his knee. Giving you plenty of workroom.
Then it happened.
You’d thrown the bottle of lube to the side earlier, and now it was going to be put to use. After popping the cap, you wet your fingers with the liquid. Carefully tracing the tight ring of muscle before pushing in. And he nearly flinched off the mattress.
“J-Jesus Christ, warn a guy, would ya’?” Mumbling, it felt weird. Though you eased him by picking up the pace with your other hand. Stroking up and down while you nudged deeper.
He tried his best to relax, really, he did. It was just hard to ignore the fact that there was literally something in his ass. In and out, in and out- it took about ten minutes before he slumped back into the pillows.
It wasn’t terrible, not unbearable to the point he couldn’t enjoy your touch. However, as time progressed, another feeling began to creep in. Simmering beneath the surface, coiling hotly in his gut. An embarrassing, yet undeniable pleasure. It kind of felt… good.
You scissored your digits, and his hips jerked. Face redder than an ambulance’s siren. “How’s it feel? Does it hurt?” The knowing lilt in your voice made him want to die.
“S’fine.“ He grit his teeth. The longer you went, the more the sensation built. Instead of being uncomfortable, every rock of your fingers sent sparks straight to his cock. The tip weeping down his length as evidence. This was humiliating.
Though you seemed dead-set on seeing him crumble, clicking your tongue with feigned sincerity. “Are you sure? If it hurts, we can stop. You know I’d never keep going if it didn’t feel good, right, Bri?” You pumped deeper, dragging the pads of your fingers against his walls.
All his hard work, his painstakingly crafted stone mask, was for naught- because this had to be the equivalent of waterboarding. Jaw tensing, it was taking all his mental strength to focus on speaking. Stop the whines that were climbing up his throat.
“Christ- it’s fine. I told you ‘m fine-“ Mid sentence, then he arched off the linen violently. You’d hit something. A button of some sort that had him choking on spit. “Okay, haah- that’s new.” Weakly chuckling to pretend like he wasn’t on the brink of drooling.
His thighs twitched- fuck, this had to be torture. You were evil. So, so evil. Looking down at him with your eyes brighter than the moon, you slid in knuckle deep. Pressing directly onto the soft spot when his head flung back. “Shit- ngh- hold on. Give- give me a second-“
Brian grabbed at the sheets. “C’mon dolly- ah-“ A desperate attempt at bargaining, and you curled the digits. Pumping in and out as he squirmed.
This was beyond embarrassing. You had given up on touching his dick, letting it sit plump against his stomach. The only stimulation was from inside, making it the sole source of pleasure. He couldn’t even act like it wasn’t affecting him because his body had betrayed him.
Leaking onto his navel, his shaft pulsed. Flushed, while he turned his face to the side. Burying into the pillow to try and hide his expression. He knew damn well what faces he was making, and you’d never let him live it down. The scary, unfeeling, sniper-wielding Hoodie had been reduced to this.
His entire thing was being stoic, and now he was anything but. Panting like he’d run a marathon, cheeks pink with his brows furrowed. He zeroed in on the wall. Shivering despite his efforts, he bucked his hips. “Yer’ a real pervert, I ever tell you that? Oh fuck.” Gasping when you added a third finger.
You had his legs spread, one palm hoisting his thigh up, with the other pressing against his balls every time you rocked inside. Brian had never in his life wanted to disappear more.
The heat was turning up, and it was turning up fast. It was an inevitable outcome, yet he dreaded it all the same. Shit, yeah. Okay, it felt good. It wasn’t his fucking fault- his body just happened to have a sweet spot about two to three inches in. So what?
The coil was pulling taut. Swirling tighter and tighter, he grunted. “Fuckin’- mmph, n-not lettin’ me off easy, huh?” Never a nervous rambler, it seemed as if all his prowess had been thrown to the window.
Good lord, you were not giving up. Each suppressed noise only fuelled your lust, and you started slamming the digits in without a word. His shoulders bowed. “Fuck- holy shit, baby-“ Mouth hanging open while he gasped.
Teetering on the brink, he was so close. It’d only take another ten seconds if he’s honest. However, as he approached the ledge— you stopped. Abruptly pulling out, before you giggled at the anguish in his gaze. “You can’t cum yet! We haven’t even fucked.” The realization hit him in a flash.
Right. This was just the prep. You hadn’t entered the main event. The entire reason you’d settled between his legs in the first place.
Pegging.
Which included you and a strap. He didn’t even notice when you put the damn thing on, but it was already attached to your hips. A flat six inches. Decently sized, you’d gotten the toy in a glossy black, making it just wide enough to have him swallow dryly.
Brian cleared his throat, propping himself up on his elbows. “And you’re sure you wanna’ go all the way?” The hesitation in his voice made you laugh. “Yes, Bri. I want to go all the way. Besides, you always put me in crazy positions, I wanna’ see the hype.” You scooted forward, and his gaze flickered down.
There was no going back from this. He clenched his jaw. “What kinda’ positions you thinkin’ about?” Fear was written across his face when you slathered lube onto silicon. “Doggy.” You spoke, looking him dead in the eyes, more corrupted by authority than a politician. His lack of movement made you pat his thigh, toy now prepped.
“Face down, ass up, lover.”
Your words were crude, and he gawked at you before begrudgingly flipping over. He should’ve known falling in love was a bad idea. Technically, it could be worse, your affair ending in tragedy- but this had to be a close second. He hissed when he felt the plastic nudge against him, and you cooed.
“Relax.” Pushing in an inch, the stretch had him collapsing almost instantly. It was like you’d activated his nerves. You hadn’t even reached ‘the spot’, and he was already out of breath.
The sheets were balled in his grasp while he stammered. “Hold on, jus’, hah, give me a minute.” Voice cracking, you sank in halfway, ignoring his pleas. Of course, if it hurt, you’d pause immediately, yet you knew him.
His length was dribbling heavily, and if he wasn’t enjoying it, he would’ve said exactly that. “This isn’t even as big as you; you can take it.” With that, you rocked to the base.
Hoodie’s teeth latched onto the pillow on pure instinct, the stuffing muting his whine. It felt like you were in his fucking stomach. “Oh shit.” Muffled, he jerked sharply- you’d started without warning. Snapping your hips forward, the rhythm you set was merciless. Fast and hard as he pathetically clawed at the linen. You were trying to kill him.
The blunt tip knocked into the edge of his prostate nonstop. Every thrust had the silicone veins dragging along his oversensitive walls, and the pleasure was intense enough to have him spasming around you.
“Please- Jesus fuckin’- slow, ngh- d-down.” He moaned, tears clouding his view. “Uh, uh- huuh, dolly.” The bed frame was slamming into the wall from the force of your bodies, springs creaking under you.
His spine had formed a perfect semi-circle, and you slid your palm along his back, grabbing his waist as leverage. “You’re so loud, Brian. Does it feel that good?” Your mock would’ve made him defensive if he could think. Except his brain was nowhere near functional at the moment, and he couldn’t speak if he wanted to.
There wasn’t a singular thought in his head, the fullness making his tongue feel like concrete. His jaw was slack, with spit slipping past his lips. “Ah, ‘m not l-loud- hngh.” When you struck bullseye on his sweet spot, Brian sobbed. White dotted his vision, orgasm seizing him violently.
His eyes rolled before his lids drooped, forehead smushed into the cushion. Through his blurry gaze, he could see you positioned between his legs.
Your thighs tensed while you pressed yourself deeper, and his cock spilled onto the covers below. A pornographic sight he truly never thought he’d witness.
He panted, trembling. “Yer’ f-fucked up, y’know that?” Except, his little insult had fallen on deaf ears- because you shoved him down. Straddling his thighs from behind before driving back in to the hilt. He whimpered, keening like a dog as you rocked your hips harshly, not sparing him even a second to adjust. Your lover clutched at the pillow, using it as a lifeline.
Sweat beaded down your collar from exertion, and you sank your fingers into the fat of his waist. The base of the toy thumped onto your clit every time you slammed deeper, sensation rippling through you. “You’re so pretty like this, Bri. It’s not fair-”
He was a vision, absolutely stunning. “I should just keep you here, moaning like a whore.” The way he cried made your mouth water.
Brian, on the other hand, could not believe you were the same person who stitched him up on late nights. You were always sweet, always gentle- so why the hell were you fucking him as if you hated him? The power had gotten to you, and you pitched lower, pelvis flush. You drilled your cock into him, silicone hilt grinding against his ass.
The rough tempo forced his length to hump the mattress, and he writhed. Dual-ended pleasure racking through him. You were pumping in and out with abandon, the lube growing thick from friction. “I can’t. C- hah- can’t, I can’t, s’too much. S’toomuchplease- nngh.” He slurred, weakly scratching at the covers. His head felt like it was going to explode.
You were breaching into his guts at this point. The man couldn’t see straight, thrashing when you hit his prostate dead on. His release was climbing rapidly; your bedroom fogged like a sauna. You were using so much strength that the nightstand lamp swayed.
With pleasure rolling up his spine, he wailed pitifully. High-pitched whines punched out of his throat with each thrust. His brows pinched up, and he went limp, boneless as you used him. He couldn’t even breathe, couldn’t form a single cohesive thought or sentence. “So fuckin’ r-rough-” Your nose brushed his nape, and you bit down, lapping at the mark.
“Just a little more, you can do it. C’mon, c’mon.” You were so close, drunk off the noises he made. His thighs were slick and sticky enough to soak the linen. “Dolly, ‘m gonna’- guh- mmh gonna’—” He jolted, panting quickly before splattering onto your blankets. Yet you didn’t stop- you were fucking him past his orgasm. The sensation had him shuddering violently, and he lurched forward. Trying to escape the overstimulation.
“Pleaseplease- ngh- break- give me huh- a break-” He hiccuped, snot and tears wetting the cushion, you came with a gasp. Slumping into him while your arms gave out. You lay there for a moment, silent, the space filled with nothing but your shared exhaustion. He was ready to bask in your (much-deserved) affection and sleep for the rest of his years.
At least, that was the original plan.
Because as he collected his bearings, you pecked his damp shoulder. Tone chipper enough to make his blood run cold.
“Do you remember when we went five rounds back to back that one time?”
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Tim took a slow drag of his cigarette.
Brian was supposed to have sent back the recon footage hours ago, and he hadn’t responded to any texts. Sitting on the couch, he pinched the bridge of his nose. That bastard. The springs squeaked when he adjusted. Slouching, with his phone swiped open.
He dialled the sniper, just to misclick on the FaceTime option. But honestly, he couldn’t be bothered at this point. It rang once, twice- then the tell-tale chime echoed from his speakers. And when he glanced at the screen, he raised a brow.
His companion looked as if he’d been through hell and back, cheeks flushed with perspiration coating his skin. Tim could barely see the guy, yet it was evident that he was in bed, face pressed against a pillow. Was he crying? “The hell happened to you?” He grunted, and Brian shuffled slightly.
“Mm- ‘m on punishment.”
He sounded strained, baritone shaky. The brunette narrowed his eyes. What kind of excuse was he trying to pull off? They were aware that it was better to get the boring shit over with, and it’s not like sending files was difficult. Tim gave him a once-over, both perplexed and irritated. He knew Hoodie was at home, so why did he seem so out of it?
“Why are you breathin’ like that?”
“I- ngh-”
The frame went dark, then it flipped to reveal you- like you were behind Brian. You gave him a remorseful grin, and Tim’s eyes widened in horror as it clicked. “Sorry, Tim. He picked up by accident. He’ll call you tomorrow, promise.”
You gave him a thumbs-up before the call ended, leaving him to brew in his shock. The half-finished cig was loose in his hold, ash sparking while he stared at the wall.
EJ doesn’t let anyone touch his tail for good reason.
It’s stronger than it looks, and he can whip a full grown adult out of the way with it. His pain tolerance is also very evenly dispersed, it didn’t bother him, a mindless after thought.
Unless you get to the base.
You found out deeper into the relationship when you were cuddling. He was flat on his stomach, with you sprawled over his back. His tail flicks every few seconds, and you got curious. Leaning back to trace down his shoulder blades- it wasn’t on purpose. You didn’t even know he could feel anything from it.
Yet the second you slid a finger over the base of his tail, he jolted. Sputtering a “What are you doing?” Not irritated, just shocked, so you continued.
You circled the edge, the thin fur soft beneath your hand. The shiver that ran through him made your eyes widen. You could literally see his skin line with goosebumps, and it gave you an idea.
Your boyfriend wasn’t quiet per se, but he wasn’t exactly loud either. This was an opportunity.
Jack gasped as you suddenly pressed your thumb directly into the dip connecting to his spine, grasping at the sheets on instinct. “Enough. Please.” His ears were tinted navy, and you hummed. “Are you sensitive here?” Embarrassment floods his system.
A weird flaw in his nerves. The base of his tail was an erogenous zone. He sighed, refusing to look at you. “It’s hard to explain.” You, evil as you were, decided now was a great time to exploit his weaknesses.
Wrapping your hand around the muscle, you stroked up once, the tuff flicking up harshly while he squirmed. “Ah- careful.” His voice was breathy, and you grinned, power going to your head. Especially when you felt his hips buck under you.
You began massaging the hilt, squeezing up and down. “Y-you’re cruel to me, my dove.” Jack’s inhales had grown shallow, pitched as he rutted slightly into the mattress. “I’m exploring. You said trial and error was everything, Jack.”
Yes, he knew about the possibility of using his tail to get off, but it’s not something he thought about. It was literally behind him, and he wasn’t going to struggle to reach out of boredom. However, that proved to be a mistake because the lack of experience made the sensations ten times stronger.
Grinding harsher, his pelvis thumped against the linen, cock twitching. It was more intense than he was prepared for, making his head heavy and his mouth water. “Fuck.“ He rasped, a damp patch forming on his sweats, starting to smear on the sheets. “I didn’t think it’d feel so-“ His back arched, and he keened, lids fluttering shut. “Love- mm- I’m not going to last.” You giggled, teasing.
“So pretty. You’ve been holding out on me, beasty.” Your touch became focused, one hand pumping quickly like you would his length, the other kneading the divot at the bottom of his spine. He panted, clawing onto the pillow. His teeth sank into the cushion, muffling his whines. You were merciless.
He humped the mattress desperately, moaning humiliatingly loud when the coil finally snapped. “Gods-“ His cock throbbed, spurting thick ropes and painting the inside of his boxers. He slumped into the pillow, still twitching from the after-shocks. “You always purr when I scratch behind your ears- are they sensitive, too?”
