Rules: This is pretty light. As long as there's nothing highly problematic such as pe*dophilia, graphic rape, contents that encourage hate speech towards minorities, etc you should be fine, just use your moral brain, I love you.
Go wild and unashamed, confess your dirtiest. Ask me anything.
This is creepypasta so themes will be dark anyway, as long as it's not harmful to the audience.
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I'd say it's safe to assume that most of this has mature contents lolol. Trigger and content warnings mentioned in each post.
I mainly write for creepypasta (the childhood fixation be going hard).
Contents: neutral pronouns, oral (recieving), vaginal fingering, praising, breeding (if you squint), female genitalia and cycles.
Mature contents under the cut✨️🐀
Word count: 2k~
The back of your neck was pressed firmly against the soft edge of the bed, his fingertips laced on one side while he pressed warm lips on the other.
You relaxed your shoulders, which made your chin slightly tilt up and your head fall back, hair fluttering down the matress. His cheek flushed against yours as he whispered a content groan into your ear.
Usually, Jack is a little more eager and direct, but today looked like he wanted to feel and taste every inch of your skin on its own. He was melting under your fingers for maybe the first time since you've met.
He propped his elbows on the edge of the bed as one hand fisted the majority of your hair, supporting your head. You can't recall how you made out until you got so close to the edge of the bed, but you couldn't deny you liked how his warm, glistening skin felt on yours while your nape backed into his supporting hand in pleasure, dull pointed teeth on your shoulders. It felt as if, due to the position, you were opened up completely to him.
His lips release the base of your throat with a soft, barely distinguishable ‘chu’.
The salty aroma of your skin lingered on his black tongue as he hummed lowly.
“You taste so good. “
The tip of his nose lightly traced a line down to your chest, where he pressed a kiss to your collarbone.
“- and you smell so good.”
Biting your bottom lip, you grab a fistful of his hair and drag him back up to kiss him, process in which he releases your hair. The intimacy of the moment and the way he's whispering his praises made you crave kissing him hard. Your lips move against his, brows furrowed, as he groans into your mouth, both in surprise and agreement.
“Did I,” he murmurs against your lips, “ mention you also kiss so good?”
You roll your eyes playfully
“Yeah, “ you chuckle, “so good~” you moan, echoing him with a tinge of mockery.
The corner of his lips curls into a grin. In the next two seconds, you're dragged by your hips closer to the center of the bed, back flat against the mattress as he positions your ankles on his naked shoulders. It certainly was enough to shut your mouth when his sharp canines grazed at the inner side of your knee, before his mouth sucked it's way to your thigh.
Even though you both still had underwear on, you felt exposed under his gaze. His stare was sharp and pinning, especially when he made eye contact with your glazed eyes as he lowered his mouth against the humid cloth of your underwear. The brown locks of his messy mullet rest against your inner thighs as his nose presses against your clothed clitoris.
He had always been olfactively receptive, so it was no wonder he loved smelling your arousal every time he got the chance. He presses his open mouth against you, teasingly, drunk on his lover's hormones.
The tip of his claws threatens one of your thighs flat on the bed, leg bent on his side while the other one remains hooked to his shoulder. He loved having you like this cause it was easier to pin you down while also feeling your flesh against his.
You've been awfully quiet by now, just looking back into his eyes, a knot in your abdomen as the hairs on your skin shivered in anticipation.
It's been so long since he ate you out, and he just knows how much you love the feeling. Given the circumstances, you haven't been around each other as much lately, so when he showed up at your door on your free day, you didn't expect him to suddenly be so cuddly and make out with you. Not that you could complain.
Being extra focused on teasing you today, his fingers gently rest on the plush of your thighs as his teeth carefully nip at the side of your panties, pulling the stretchy fabric to the side with his mouth and letting it snap back against your skin. Your teeth were clenched since he went down your body, but you could swear you felt your pelvic floor clench too now.
He hummed lowly and placed his index and middle fingers on each side of your vulva, feeling the tensed muscles.
“You should relax.”
You haven't noticed the ache in your jaw until now, or how hard you fisted the sheets, pulled completely in the moment and insistently staring him down. Your breath hitches into an exhale at the remark, and you're quick to shove the most nearby pillow under your upper back, leaning back into the new found softness, hands resting above your head.
Your palms cupped your elbows, above your forehead, as he lowers his head back, touching your progressively swelling clit with the tip of his nose.
You swear you could feel your heartbeat through your labias as he gently massaged his v-shaped fingers up and down, not yet eating you out.
His breath fanned your wetness cold, while his fingers were warm. His tongue pressed hot and flat against your entire vulva as he freed his hand and returned it to your thighs.
He lightly nodded his head up and down, tongue applying a gentle pressure, tasting you cautiously before he spoke against your folds.
“I love you.”
It was sudden to hear him say this, especially right now. It's not like he hasn't verbalized it before, but it had been long since you afforded this type of quality time together and this amount of attention, and certainly it had been a while since he mouthed it. He kissed your clit as if it was his way of placing a tantric kiss on your forehead that he couldn't reach right now, before he actually started vibrating his pointed tongue on top your clitoral hood.
Your breath was already a panting pattern, and you bit your lip again as you released a closed-mouth moan. Your hips buckled forward, begging to press closer and be shown how much he loves you.
“I love you too,” you breathe out.
It was amazing to you how he could be so mysterious and detached sometimes, yet right now, his disheveled hair and flushed face were a mess between your thighs without even having to ask. He moaned against your folds, clearly enjoying the moment just as much as you. It was empowering to see his appetite for this.
His eyes occasionally lifted up to observe your facial expression and take in if there was anything you liked more or less, moments in which you shyly looked away, trying to not be so obvious with how you started him down in a trance, focus lost from your gaze.
It was utterly hot to you how he was so ravaged from eating you alone, how he breathed in your scent as if he could feel your pleasure through it, and how he just felt the moment at the same time with you, through you.
His gaze pinned yours once again as he pulled his mouth away from your clenching hole, two clawed fingers making their way into his mouth.
You watched absent mindly how he sucked his own fingers before he popped them out and pressed them in large circles back against your hole.
Usually, you'd be the one doing that. It looked like he was very keen on you not doing anything at all.
His wet middle and ring penetrate your glistening and spasming pussy, and he starts slowly pumping back and forth, giving you time to coat his fingers with your arousal and stretch around the offered girth.
“W-what's up with you?”
He was captivated watching you take in his fingers so well like many times before, but once you ask that, he's observing your face again, biting his lip reluctantly.
“What do you mean, love?”
Your stomach flutters at the whispered response. This is nothing like what you've experimented with Jack before. Not necessarily as if he was unjustifiably raw in the sheets, but he was definitely leaning towards being dominant, risky, and self-sufficient most of the time. Now it was as if he was eye-begging you to come around his fingers, patiently waiting for your orgasm, like it would trigger his at the same time. He was cautious as if he hadn't fingered you many times before, in all kinds of positions.
“It's just-” you moan into the side of your bicep, nails digging into your elbows when his fingers curl upwards inside you, rubbing the perfect patch of ribbed wall tissue that makes you clench hard around him every time. Maybe he wasn't completely gone, it looks like he still liked being an asshole and making you struggle to speak when he asks you something while having sex.
The pad of his thumb rests under your clit as his ring and middle keep fucking into you, each thrust resulting in your clit being flicked in an upward motion as well.
While you gathered your words, he hovers above his thrusting hand and lets a droplet of spit drip from between his lips, adding lubrication to your sensitive nerves so the contact of his finger on the unhooded portion of your clit won't be too much.
“It's just- you're very gentle and soft spoken today, at least a lot more than usual”.
Watching the sight between your legs, you wanted to add ‘not that I mind’, but you fail to do so when his hum interrupts you.
“Well, I already told that you smell fantastic today, I'd melt only if you'd look at me.”
It took a couple of seconds, but then it hit you.
You were ovulating and he could sense it.
You and Jack being different species, him an ancient pagan demon-something, and you a human, made it so that you weren't really compatible biologically, from what you discovered after endless pulling out accidents and pregnancy scares. Throughout the time, you could sense him being emotionally linked to your luteal phases and periods, as you would guess he would be with an actually breedable mate. He just knew what phase you were in by second nature.
You just didn't expect him to rub his face on your thighs like a cat and bury himself in your pussy like he would want to cuddle your ovaries out, now that you got to be near him at ovulation for the first time.
You'd never thought you'd hear him say something as sickly sweet as ‘I'd melt only if you'd look at me’, but something in your heart definitely throbbed, and so did your calves when he turned up his thrusting rhythm game a notch.
“Shit- “
He smirks, cheek against the leg on his shoulder as the sight of you grabbing your chest in need and want awakens his own needs.
“Shit, baby “
He responds, wanting to provoke more dialogue. He knew you became very verbal near your orgasms, and he always loved to make the most of it. He loved hearing you babble and struggle to concentrate on your big girl words because of him.
You fist at the headboard behind, as your head falls back, letting out a very guttural, open-mouthed moan.
“Fuck, please- you feel so good”
He kept the rhythm just how your face told him you liked it, but lightened the depth a bit to elongate the moment as much as he could.
“So good?” He interrogated
“So so good”
He held in a chuckle at your obliviousness towards his comeback.
Your climax was nearing, your skin felt like static and the sheets felt too hot and uncomfortably stuck on your sweaty skin. When his head went back between your legs, you almost lost it.
“I want to taste how good you feel, love.“
Thighs were quick to clamp on either side of his messy locks, as your back arched. Your knuckles turned white around the wooden bed frame. You barely held yourself from pulling his hair, cause in the fraction of second you thought about it, you were scared you'd yank him too hard in your high.
His tongue replaced the fingers inside you once he feels your firm contractions, and you were quick to pulsate your walls around the thick muscle. His hands fondled at your hip bones, black stiletto shaped nails pushing in, as he kept his mouth sealed on your orgasm. He let out a moan alongside yours, the view hitching his breath, and the vibration made you clench shut.
He absolutely tasted how good you feel. He loved how delicious he made you taste.
