HEY I NOTICED pointing out that they whimper/moan during sex
TW!! - NSFW mentions, GN!reader but I'm most talking about the creeps, no girls bc they are confident in their moans fight me, sex noises, requested by anon💕
JEFF
"no the fuck I dont."
He does btw, when hes close to cumming and hell cover it up with degradation
But anyway
Refuses to admit to you of all people that you may have some sort of effect on him
It'd take a few weeks but he'll reluctantly end up with "yeah I do, so what? You moan like a bitch in heat when you-"
yeah he's deeeeeeep in denial
TOBY
Oh he's completely aware, a little embarrassed actually because he can get quite...loud
Especially considering the walls of the mansion are thin and he constantly feels the need to vocalize what you're doing to his body that very moment
But yeah he knows, both embaressed and proud that you can make him feel that good
EJ
I see him more as a growler, but if you catch him in a desperate bend of his heat—you might actually catch a whimper or two
"...I don't recall that."
He does actually, and he is rather glad that you bring such pleasure to him hit its still just a little humiliating when you're supposed to be the composed one
wilk probably go as far as making you moan in return if you keep teasing him about it
BEN
Embarrassed at first but quickly warms up to it, gets very cocky yet relaxed
"So what? God forbid I like you bouncing on it jeez-"
he's just a little loud, not really
Mostly whines into your neck when he's close or high out of his mind
HELEN
"I think it'd be concerning if I didn't make noises, my love."
A bit shy about it but he won't deny it, he'll brush it off as something normal
Also keeps his sounds quiet not because he's ashamed—but rather he wants to hear yours more clearly
After you're flustered enough from him describing your own sounds in detail, he'll give you a small smile—checkmate.
BRIAN
Great way to end up face down ass up tbh
He's not going to deny it per se, but he's definitely not confirming it either
Lengthens his dirty talk to prove a point
You wanted to hear him so bad, he might as well make it easier by whispering filthy things in your ear
It's a win win situation really
He gets to keep his strange pride and you get an orgasm soooooo
TIM
"so you don't like it?" / "Didn't know it was that big of a deal"
Gaslighting 3000 I tell you
Tries to make you feel bad for commenting on it
Like oh so 'you must hate him and never want him to touch you again? Gotcha' vibes
You have to make it up to him with head btw
CODY
Another one in denial, just less snarky about it
"Okay and? You're louder"
So quick to flip it back on you
Like yeah he whimpers when he finishes but you came untouched so beat that
Queue moaning wars for the next time you have sex: who's louder than who
LJ
"I didn't think you'd notice with all the moaning you do yourself sweetie!"
kinda happy you found out, very full of himself because he knows he sounds pretty
Not one inch of insecure, just horny and proud
SLENDER
The most you're getting from him is like a subliminal, low vibration growl that makes your bones feel funny
But this is fiction so let's mess with it
When you initially bring it up he's rather interested, and asks you to prove your points (where, when, how loud)
And of course right then a thick static blankets your thoughts and you almost forget why you're standing in front of the Eldritch being in the first place
Personal word vomit: idk why this one took me so long😞💔 sowwy guys ALSO THANK YOU FOR 777 followers (I kinda skipped over 666, but knock on wood!) this is so cool😛 Read Part 1 HERE
Featuring: Jeff The Killer / Jeffrey Woods, Eyeless Jack, X-Virus / Cody
CW: nsfw, fem!reader, p in v sex, established relationships, implied unprotected sex, different positions described, fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, dirty talk, teasing/edging, not proof read, written by a non-naitive english speaker
༘⋆ Jeff
✦ "WHAT DO YOU MEAN JUST THE TIP?"
✦ Genuinely thinks you've lost your mind. Jeff has the sex drive of a horny teenager who has just discovered the glorious feeling of jacking off — Best believe he can't go two days without fucking you or at least masturbating to the thought of you in like ten different positions. Obviously, he still wouldn't overstep any boundaries and if you say "just the tip" then it also meant "just the tip". It'll be hard for him to stop himself from sinking into your pussy even deeper once he even touches you, but okay, challenge accepted.
✦ Jeff quickly changed his mind, though — If he can't properly fuck you, he'll eat you out then. He'll have you on your back and looking all pretty on his bed, lips all red and slightly swollen from making out for the past hour-or-so, while he undresses you: "Shh, don't worry, babe, let me do it," Jeff said, which was a little out of character. Usually, he'd be the lazy one, the one who'd just lie down and let you do all the work (He did love watching you ride his cock, though). His lips wrapped around your, already sensitive, nipple, flicking his tongue over it until you mewled under him. Honestly, you were enjoying the sudden princess treatment.
✦ And when he said he'll eat you out, you can be damn sure he'll do it properly. Jeff can be a munch if he wants to be, which might not be often, but when he goes down on you he'll give you the best orgasm on earth. You can't quite put your finger on what it is exactly.. Maybe it's the way his thumb rubs slow, delicious circles on your clit, putting on just the right pressure that has you purring, or the way he never fails to find your g-spot ever single time when he curls his fingers, plunging in and out of your pussy in a brutal pace. Your favorite thing is when Jeff starts making out with your wet folds, moaning and groaning and sweet talking your pussy, because she obviously also deserved princess treatment.
✦ In the end "Just the tip" wasn't even that bad. Not bad at all, even. "Enjoyed yourself?" Your boyfriend asked after kissing up your bare body once he made you cum on his face for the third time that evening. You made eye contact with his sea blue eyes, pupils blown out from the pleasure like he was pussy drunk. "Yeah... I think you've earned it now."
༘⋆ EJ
✦ Jack thought you're joking. He doesn't really get it when you're being sarcastic sometimes, so he figured this was one of those times — But no, he quickly realized you were being serious when you repeated it. "Why?" he asked you straight up, confusion etched onto his features.. since when did you want something like that? Just yesterday you were moaning and screaming for his dick, begging him to go harder, faster, harder, faster— what happened in those 24 hours?
✦ You can be sure, though, that EJ is one of the few creeps where this'll work. He has crazy self-control over his needs and wants and if his sweet girlfriend wants "just the tip" then so be it. He does think you'll probably crack in under ten seconds anyway — Not that he wants you to (He definitely wants you to), it just seems like you want to tease him and are now too deep into the joke to pull out. Haha pull out, get it?
✦ Actually, you thought just the tip of his cock was enough to get that mind-shattering, stretched out feeling you loved so much. More often than not, especially in the beginning when you guys started to sleep together, did it hurt whenever you tried to sink your pussy down on him (You immediately needed to jump his bones when seeing him shirtless for the first time... come on, who doesn't want to ride the shit out of Eyeless Jack?). Times were certainly crazy whenever EJ was so much in heat, so caught up in the moment, that he'd just start carelessly thrusting into you erratically, his tip kissing your cervix over and over and over again.. You couldn't walk for days.
✦ "Just the tip" works really well with EJ, and he didn't realize he would like it so much. He'd slot himself between your thighs, kiss you senseless all the while he'd slip his cock in and out of your pussy, occasionally bumping against your clit. It send shots of pleasure directly to your brain, making you moan and cry out for him even louder than normal. "Jack stop teasing, pleaaaaase ohmygod just fuck me already!" Ah well, he called it.
༘⋆ Cody
✦ "Uhhhh, okay!"
✦ Will probably not even overthink it. You said it immediately after watching a movie turned into Cody slipping his hand under your shirt and a heavy make-out session, just to see how he'd react. Truth is, Cody doesn't have a problem with anything like that — Maybe you're just not feeling it? He's on the softer side and is definitely more considerate than a lot of other creeps, so it was obvious that he'd just agree.
✦ Now you needed to see how long you could take this. Suprisingly, Cody took this like really seriously — You were quite touched by how careful he was being with you, like you could break if he made one wrong move. You truly are his pillow princess, all sprawled out on his bed and you deserved only the best: Long, slender fingers dragged themselves over your bare stomach, down to your, already slick, folds. Your eyes closely followed your boyfriends moves, your breathing quickening whenever his fingers ghosted right over your clit.. the more Cody teased, the more you thought this was a stupid idea.
✦ Alright shit, it seemed like he was onto you now. "Just the tip"? Haha yeah suuuuure, as if you could actually handle that. Cody leaned his forehead against your temple, eyeing your face curiously. His lips found your jaw, kissing along your hot skin while he removed his jeans: "Help me, sweetheart?" He asked in that teasing tone he always had. He absolutely knew you couldn't resist him like that.
✦ All in all, "Just the tip" could definitely work from his side... the question is if you can. Cody definitely has enough restraint, and enough respect for you, which is a huuuuge green flag. He does enjoy pounding you into the mattress though, so don't try to joke with him like that — He will drag foreplay out until you can't do it anymore, leaving you frustrated and basically aching for more.
150 BPM | EYELESS JACK + X-VIRUS X F!READER | NSFW
SYNOPSIS; A bad mission led you to go to your local resident cannibal. But when the pills start making you want to fuck him to hell, every synapse in your nerves snap and make you leak in your own panties. It's just too bad a certain mad-scientist that works in the basement underneath you both wants his medical record filled up, too.
TW; DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT/PAY ATTENTION TO THE WARNINGS | MEDICAL MALPRACTICE, DRUGGING/INTOXICATION, MEDPLAY, RESTRAINTS, spitplay, cunnilingus, p in v, dvp, threesome, voyeurism, biting, blood, wound licking, use of stethoscope, use of heart monitor, USE OF APHRODISIACS, squirting, throat-fucking, creampie, slight nipple play, finger-sucking, fingering, gloved fingering, pussy-slapping, MURDER, theft, bruises, MURDER BY LETHAL INJECTION OF VICTIM (NOT reader), mention of STD, mention of vaccine, stupid author does not know how medical machines work
WORD COUNT; 8056 words
Your boots collided impossibly loud against the ceramic tiles.
One odd thing about the mansion was how the floors for the rest of the mansion’s parts were strong hardwood, sometimes creaking under the weight of couches or heavy furniture. While the path heading to the clinic were white, smooth ceramic tiles bound with grayish-white grout (occasionally stained with drops of bloodstains. You don’t know whose it is.).
Sporting a wad of bills in your back pocket— mostly hundred dollar bills you swiped from your last victim— your own breaths seemed foreign to you. You had never had to go to the clinic officially, before all that were simply drop-offs and pick-ups.
Jack was definitely no stranger to you.
You kept your head down whenever you were talking to him. Handed over his requested medicine and supplies with a curt yes, doctor. no, doctor. my day is going alright, doctor.
Sheepish, he thinks. Sheepish in the way you always shift your weight from one foot to another when he strikes up a conversation that lasts a little more than what you intended. Sheepish in the way you bite the inner of your cheek when he gives you a once-over. Sheepish in the way you hide your blush when he touches your hair.
You almost stutter in your steps when the memory flashes inside of your head.
Short-lived yet heavy moments of passing by him reached up to every week. You were only there to give him stacks of pills and medications— and now you’re going to him because you couldn’t handle 3 days of pain, how embarrassing.
You didn’t want to make it seem like you’re asking him to give you free healthcare just because the supplies he dutifully ordered arrived on time. That was what the cash was for. The idea of him using his equipment that you worked fairly hard for just for him to have to use it on you was below unappealing for your character.
So you’d gathered a decent amount, maybe about four-hundred dollars, mercifully donated by your dead victim. You had the payment. But the purpose?
It was one mission too reckless. One before you handled your charity donor. You had him (5’10 caucasian male with blonde hair and brown eyes), but it was one step too janky. Target heard you sneaking up behind him and put up a really good fight before he finally passed out from the cyanide in his veins.
The fucker had got you good. Bruises bloomed on your skin 7 hours after the “adventure”. Your sides were littered in yellowish-purple spots. Your upper arms were no better. No broken bones, at least, but moving like how you usually would in these conditions were unbearable. And your torso was going about almost numb for you to know if you had any broken ribs.
Why not go to the one and only cannibal you know?
A small window was plastered on the top center of the door with a view inside of the clinic. There was a shadow carefully shifting in the sides. Jack was here.
Cold metal pressed against your fingers when you push the door open.
Jack did not turn to face you when you stepped inside. Instead, his back was turned to you, facing a table littered with pill bottles and organizers. To his left were empty labels ready to be pasted onto the small plastic cylinders. He was organizing his pills, no doubt from the most recent delivery you yourself had delivered.
It felt like hours before your readied words were interrupted by him.
“Yes?” Jack’s voice seemed to slice through the air. He must’ve known he hadn’t ordered anything for today.
You shift on your feet, feeling the thorns of dryness in your throat. It laced your voice. “I need painkillers,” your fingers struggled to pull the cash out of your back pocket. “I– I have money. I can pay you right after.”
Jack said nothing. His body worked carefully over the stainless steel table, wordlessly counting pills as they dropped into bottles with little clunks. Time passed by for what felt like an hour before he closed the last bottle to turn to you. Outstretching an open hand toward the examination table.
“Take a seat.” final. Stern.
You nod with your lips pursed together, dirty cash still in your hand. The leather felt foreign under your thighs. You had never sat here before.
Setting aside your cash, your wrist bumps an unfamiliar texture: on either side of the examination table, were brown, leather arm restraints. You cringe. How many gruesome cases had Jack had to deal with to have those installed? Your eyes find themselves back to Jack, who was jotting down your name onto a blank medical record. You swallow once.
“Where can I–”
“What are your symptoms, please?”
The air felt too thin for another word to come out of your trembling lips.
“I just— I had a victim too rowdy. I made a wrong step and he saw me. I got him, but he did me some damage. I have— I have bruises.”
Jack sets his pen down on the clipboard with a click before walking slowly— too slowly— toward you. His hands were behind his back, they almost looked restrained. Like he was holding back. But from what?
Jack speaks again. You feel his eyes (sockets) staring right through you. His head was tilted slightly but noticeably down. You could tell he was already looking at your body.
“May I see them?”
Silence ensued. Hot blush stained the pale of your cheeks. You’re about to take your shirt off in front of a humanoid cannibal who had a taste for female victims.
Your fingers barely made it under the hem of your sweater when Jack’s scarily large hands gripped your wrist. Gasping, your blush turned into a pale, almost-white hue. Nerves were firing in every inch of your body, telling you to run, run, run. Get out of here and run.
Jack spoke. Slow and deliberate. “Relax,” he starts. Every syllable felt calculated. “Your heartbeat is rising. And your temperature is rapidly changing. If you keep this up your whole visit, you might be at risk of fainting.” Jack’s thumb was pressed against the front of your wrist, firm against the vein slightly showing itself through skin.
You freeze at him calling you out. Needles were poking at your throat.
“I’m sorry.”
Pathetic. You’re sure he thinks it’s pathetic.
You feel him let go of your wrist. Wrapping the hem on the inside of your fingers, you pull up, slowly, revealing your bruised skin.
Jack inhales at the sight of your bare torso. He could “see” a sliver of the pink lace bra you were sporting underneath.
You could feel him staring at you, and it feels too cold. Like icy sticks of winter travelling your body.
But why do you feel so hot?
“I don’t—” as an attempt to fill the silence, you tried to speak. Tried. “I don’t know if I have any broken bones. That’s why I wanted to um— to see you.”
I wanted to see you. What the fuck are you saying?
Jack hums. It seemed like he was agreeing— or analyzing. It was hard to tell with him. Eyes were the windows of the soul— and he had none.
“Those bruises are deep,” you felt like you were under a magnifying glass under his gaze. “I will have to give you a full body exam.”
You wanted to say no, and perhaps you should have. But your gut wouldn’t lay rest until you were sure no major damage was done to your body. Your nerves just wouldn’t give.
Nodding, you start to lift your sweater up more. But you stop. “I’m sorry– do you want me to–”
“Yes. Take your sweater and pants off, please.” Jack is still. Too still. And yet you feel his “eyes” moving rapidly all over your figure. You feel your lungs vibrating with nerve. And the thought of stripping under an eyeless cannibal at 2 AM wasn’t helping. Jack’s voice breaks through air.
“You’re anxious again. You don’t want to end up on the floor, do you?”
You look up at him. You don’t want to end up unconscious anywhere near Jack. Near him while conscious, though…
That’s a thought you were saving for later.
You mutter. “Sorry,” before taking a deep breath and pulling the sweater off of you. Immediately, the cold of the night hits your skin like a bite. Goosebumps litter the surface of your skin. Jack stays quiet.
Hopping off the examination table, slowly and carefully with a thud on the ground. You look at his face expectedly, looking for any smile, for any cringe of disgust— just to find indifference. Like he was expecting you to be half-naked for him in your first official meeting.
You lick your lips in hesitance when your thumbs met the garter of your shorts. It pools down around your ankles. Stepping out of it, you grab it and place it next to the sad pile of your sweater on your right.
There you were. And there he was. In front of you, toe-to-toe almost, with your body half-naked and his still and fully clothed.
Jack stretches out a finger towards the table. “Sit down.” calm. Very calm. Like he knows you were going to do it anyway. Biting your inner bottom lip, you briskly stepped to the table and hauled yourself on top of it, adjusting yourself so your legs were fully off of the ground. The cold, icy leather pressed into the fat of your ass, into the spots where your panties didn’t cover. That’s when you were reminded of how exposed you really were. How bare you presented yourself to Jack.
You watch as he moved. He had opened a cabinet– one of the upper ones, pulling out a ziploc bag with a few pink pills in it, maybe five. The shape of them were nothing unusual: oval. With a line indented in case of when you needed only a half dose.
But Jack has them whole in his hand.
It didn’t register to you that he was in front of you until he handed you a full glass of water.
“Drink,” he says. “It’s a specialized pain killer I ordered.”
You pause a little. You don’t remember seeing a pill like this on any packaging you handed him. But you took it anyway. Jack’s the pro here, not you.
Cold glass in your hand and the pill in the other, the bitter, powder-like taste was washed away quickly when you swallowed it whole. The glass was half-empty now. Jack took it with odd haste when he saw you drank the pill.
Shuffling his way back, he pats the headrest of the table with steady hands. “Lay down.”
He was getting oddly bossy. Or maybe just trying to make this quick. Either way, you did as he told. Slowly lowering yourself onto the cushion, cold leather chilled goosebumps on your back. Your body shivers, and Jack was watching your every move, your every reaction.
You breathe raggedly through the uneasiness of the exposure under his stare and the low gravity of the situation. You felt like you were floating a little.
“Arms to the side.” you obey. Squarely positioning your arms to the side, you try to left yourself relax—
A buckle clinks to life as Jack firmly presses your wrists in place of the restraint.
Fuck. Fuck.
The buckle clicks locked tight around your wrist. Thick brown leather squeaks against your movements, metal undeniably keeping you strapped and helpless under Jack’s whim. You pull, nothing. The restraint was effective. Effective in the way you couldn’t even twist your arm without it being loosened by a full inch.
Odd thing was, it was adjusted to almost exactly what your wrist size was. It was snug-tight around you. Had Jack thought about putting you here before?
An embarrassing, shameful heat pools inside the heat between your legs. You feel yourself leak into the cloth of your panties almost immediately after the thought of Jack thinking about you. Not now. Please, not now. Not when he’s here.
It wasn’t until you feel your other wrist behind suffocated with the same brown leather material when you opened your trembling mouth.
“Wait–” you shiver. “What is this for?”
Jack did not respond right away. He made sure to strap you in completely before breathing in deeply, sending a blow of cold air from his nose onto your skin. It’s cold.
“It’s so you wouldn’t squirm so much,” Jack answered, hands once again behind his back. “I wouldn’t want to tire you when the pills are in effect.”
“The painkillers?” he thought your voice when you’re nervous is adorable.
“They… they make me feel a little weird, Jack..”
He smiles at your dizzy, confused, and a little scared state. Jack thought you looked like a scared little lamb.
“They’re aphrodisiacs.” He rests his hand on your stomach, relaxed. But ultimately firm. Your eyebrows knit together.
“I… I asked you for painkillers,” you scoff in disbelief, momentarily cringing the stretch of leather over your skin. “This won’t help my bruises—”
“But you don’t feel them hurting now, do you?”
Jack stares at you. You don’t see it but he’s staring at you. He’s staring at you.
But he was right. You hadn’t felt your bruises ache when you hauled yourself up onto the examination table. You hadn’t felt your bruises ache when you shimmied up to your position now. And you definitely hadn’t felt them ache trying to pull against the restraints.
Jack’s head tilts to the side. “That’s what I thought.” Silence. Then, you feel his hand drag against your skin when he slides them down, down, down—
Until you can feel him cup your inner thighs.
But you can feel the heat of his hand from your cunt. Jack inhales, deep.
He growls deep in his chest. A tongue slips out from his lips and drags itself across. He smells you. Jack smells you, and you couldn’t do anything about it.
“The pills are a project of mine and Cody’s,” he starts. “You’re the first test subject.”
Project? Cody? Test subject?
Jack’s fingers reach deeper— god his hands were big enough to engulf half of your thigh— his thumbs rub against the smooth skin, motioning circles on the surface. You can feel how firm and how calloused his hands were. Shaped from holding heavy equipment. Shaped from ripping countless bodies apart for dinner.
He starts moving before you know it. Shifting almost gracefully to one of the smaller cabinets, Jack opens the latch and pulls out two long black latex gloves. It wasn’t until you saw him wear them that they were elbow-length.
It looked… nice on him. Ready. Edgy in a way. Black suited him. It always has.
Your body felt awfully relaxed— more by the minute passed, actually. Must be the pill’s doing. Your nerves felt as if they were slowly warming up, synapses gently firing in every bone, and you could swear your vision was whitening.
More slick heat spills itself inside your panties. You were sure it had a stain now. A clear sign of your arousal. All for Jack to see. How romantic.
You whine at the effects taking on your body, but still had the subconsciousness to flinch when Jack’s gloves start travelling across your body.
His voice felt quieter now. More personal. You could say it’s a tone he uses when he deems the moment special.
“Tell me if it hurts.” he instructs softly just like how a real doctor should.
With the influence of the aphrodisiac gaining up on you, you breathe heavily, eyes lidded almost shut. You nod at him.
Taking in your state, Jack huffs and grins. Flashes of white, sharp canines greet your hazed vision. He had dimples.
“What a good patient,” he coos, brushing your hair behind your ear, grin still plastered on his face. With the pill taking a toll on you, he didn’t look so terrifying as he was before. In fact he was… he was handsome. Jack was handsome.
His gloves trail upwards onto your torso, pressing firmly onto your ribs. He was feeling for fractures in your ribs, pointer and middle finger grouping together to trace the dips and rises of your ribs, finger pads running along the ridges of your bones. “Perfect,” Jack mutters. “Everything in its place. Anatomy is spot-on.”
You whine, more hot slick soaking your panties through and through. Your clit is throbbing.
Jack presses his whole hand onto your skin once again, travelling up, up, up—
Until you could feel the tip of his gloved fingers slip under your bra. You gasp- then sigh, feeling him slip deeper and deeper into the heat of your breast. “Hngg,” you whimper, squirming just slightly under his touch.
“Oh?” he tilts his head. “You can feel this?”
Your nipple stiffen under the now-warm latex. Jack pinches the bud in between his thumb and middle, gently rolling it, pointer finger occasionally coming to brush the peak. You made a noise in between a whine and a sigh. You felt like jelly under him, under his warmth, his movements.
His stare.
Jack eventually slips out of your bra, this time tracing his fingers down. Your waist, your hip— your panties. Two of his fingers hook under the garter, pulling at the fabric—
And letting it snap against your hips.
Jack watches you flinch at the sudden flash of pain, before melting back down into the chair.
Because that was what you are. A melted puddle. Melted and malleable under his touch.
He growls under his breath, white canines once again flashing themselves to you in the midst of his snarl. Both his hands remain on your body. One on the hilt of your thigh. Another rested firmly on the outline of your ribs. Like an anchor.
Jack’s head whips to your direction. His eyebrows were furrowed, breaths heavy and hot in the air. He dips down, slowly– ever so slowly, nose pressing into the bend of your neck.
By instinct your head pulls away, an effort pulled in no success: it exposed more of your neck to him. Jack presses in, lips firming against your creamy, sweat-slick skin—
He licks a long drag all the way up to the back of your ear. He groans, taking a deep inhale of your scent.
He was smelling you.
You laugh a little, half-gone. His breath tickled your skin, but the fear of him sinking his teeth in remained settled in your nerves.
Jack lifted up as quickly as he dipped down.
“I need to do an internal body assessment,” he states, matter-of-factly. “External assessments aren’t sufficient for me to have a proper diagnosis.” Pausing, he sets a hand down firmly on your chest.
“Will you comply?” he asks.
You swivel in your place, breathing heavy as thunder as you let the pill’s effects take a tremendous toll on you.
“Yes, doctor.”
Jack smirks at the response, slipping a middle finger in between the cups of your bra. “You’re my favorite patient, do you know that?”
“No, doctor.” you breathe, eyes getting heavier by the minute— cunt getting needier by the minute.
Jack hums, caressing your body as his free hand makes his way to your bra, both hands pinching the middle of the lace—
Riiiip!
The poor, thin cloth rips under his grip like paper, falling to the sides like curtains.
Your tits perk into the cold night air. Nipples tightening instantly, your body twitches upward, collapsing as fast as you came up.
Everything was blending into colors. You’re hot. You’re sensitive. You’re horny and out of your mind.
You look down at your stimulated tits, heavy-breathing causing them to move up and down in sync of your panting.
Panting. Like a dog.
“Prettiest patient I’ve ever had,” Jack mutters, tracing a gloved finger over the sides of your tits, finally coming towards the center and flicking your nipples. You feel his touch send tingles from your skin to your bones, and you can’t help but to whine.
“Jack,” you start, but he puts a finger against your glossy lips.
“Not my name. I’m not Jack today,” he coos, slowly removing his finger. “Remember? It’s doctor. I’m your doctor today.”
You seemed to drool inside your mouth with how much spit you’ve earned. You swallow. “Yes, doctor. I’m sorry. The pill… it’s taking me.”
Jack smiles. No teeth this time. Just a long, wide closed grin.
“Then the treatment is working,” he says, gloved fingers now playing with the garter of your panties. “Just how it’s designed to be.”
Inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, his fingers slip inside, past the garter, until the latex on his hands meet the warmth of your throbbing clit.
You were hot, hot, hot.
Your panties came into pieces without you realizing it. It met the same fate as your bra.
But you couldn’t care less. You wanted to be touched, to be admired. Admired in the hands of a cannibal, admired in ways you hadn’t thought of noticing even about yourself.
You were seen. Finally seen. Exposed. And seen.
“Fuck,” Jack hisses. “I could smell how wet you are. I smelled this little pussy the moment you walked into the clinic.” Without warning, he raises his palm—
And slaps your cunt.
You flinch. Your slick splatters everywhere. His hands. The examination bed. Some made it on the floor.
Gasping, you whine into the air, a tear threatening to fall down your cheek. The pain stung with shameful pleasure was too much for you to handle. Your whole body was unbelievably sensitive to the core.
Jack moves without sound. Shifting to the foot of the bed, he closes his hands on both of your knees and spreads them apart.
Jack could see all of it now. Your cunt. Your slick. Your heat.
He growls at the sight, nose working to take in deep breaths— inhaling the sweet smell and heat of your dripping cunt. Slick was spilling into a small, sticky puddle underneath your hips, seeping under your flushed ass— you can feel it sneak into your lower back.
Jack’s fingers enter without warning. Slowly, but not stopping. You moan, long and breathless. His fingers reach so deep his knuckles were kissing the rim of your entrance.
“I feel tension in this area,” he states, feeling your pussy clench down on him, throbbing. “Let me… massage it. You know. To relieve tension.”
You could do nothing but whine when he starts moving. Slowly. Methodically.
And then your eyes started rolling backwards.
Jack had been studying the human body since college. But you had no idea if him finger-fucking you this good had been in his coursework.
He was pistoning his digits in and out of you brutally, coaxing more and more of your juice out to spill on him. (At least, he hoped it would spill on him.)
The latex of Jack’s gloves allowed him to go as fast as he wanted with minimal friction. The slick of your cunt gave the latex a shiny coat, strings of clear heat connecting your flesh and his hand.
“Jack– Jack, mnh,” you plead, pulling at your restraints. “Jack, I need to cum— ah— I need to cum so bad,” Jack doesn’t seem to listen.
You sob a little, the overwhelming pleasure sending lightning through your hips, shaking frantically.
Choking out, you beg. “Doctor— doctor,” Jack turns to you, finally. He tilts his head. “Yes, my dear patient? Is there something you need?”
Nodding with a heavy head, you sob. “I need to cum, doctor. I need to cum so fucking bad, my pussy hurts. It hurts, doctor.”
Jack sighs, pretending to be a doctor feeling such pity for his patient. “Oh, my. Where does it hurt? Does it hurt deep inside?”
You nod. You nod like you’re actually in pain.
Jack fake-gasps. “Ohhh my. Let me relieve it for you.” he coos, clicking his tongue at your symptom. Laughing, he bends down— his mouth dangerously close to your clit.
“After all,” fuck you can feel every word on your cunt, “I only want the best for my patients.”
Without another word he sticks out his tongue, and licks a long, wet stripe on your tight clit.
You were gone. Eyes rolling back into your skull, back arching up and stuttering down. Your nails scratch against the cushion under the restraints.
“Oh— doctor—” you whine in wanton. “Doctor, doctor please—”
The room was absolutely filled to the brim with schlickschlickschlick’s from Jack’s fingers fucking you just as good as how a real dick would do, along with your cunt spurting juice from his rapid motion.
He dips down closer— baring his sharp teeth and—
His teeth pierces through the surface of your skin. You gasp, jolting in stinging pain, before trembling back down when you feel him lick against the fresh wound.
“Oops,” Jack pretends in fake innocence, bringing another hand up to his lips to imitate a gasp. “I’ll patch that up later.” You whine. That’s the only thing you could do at this point— and he’s aware.
With that, he presses his free hand against your abdomen, feeling the highs and lows of your squirming, feeling how hard his fingers make you jolt and move in all the right ways he wanted it to. He dips down once again.
You feel his tongue prodding at your entrance. Prodding, prodding, prodding. Until—
“Doctor! —”
Jack’s warm, wet sticky tongue slithers inside like a vice, pressing against the spongy spots deep inside your throbbing, clenching pussy.
His tongue and fingers work you open. One thrusts up and forces the other deeper– and you couldn’t get enough of it.
You would’ve gotten mistaken for being electrocuted by the way you were shaking. And in a way, you were being electrocuted, by the lightning sent to you by the pleasure of Jack’s fingers fucking the soul out of you—
Your orgasm crashes down on you like a devastating wave.
You moan– no, you scream, eyes rolled as far back into your skull as humanly possible, nails almost piercing the cushion. Jack groans, but he keeps you steady. Firm hands keeping your hips in place as his fingers slip out of your cunt with a filthy wet pop! Before he dives down fully.
His tongues invade your cunt like no other, pressing and firming against all angles you thought was possible, tentacle-like tendrils working to take as much of your hot slick as possible.
You could do nothing but ride out the rest of your orgasm.
Jack finally pulls back, tendrils snapping back into his mouth. He slowly towers over you, his shadow engulfing your entire being. His hand comes up to grip the sides of your jaw— so hard that it forces your mouth open.
Slowly, he opens his mouth—
A fat glob of spit mixed with your spent drips obscenely from his tongue onto yours.
You could only imagine how this act looks from afar. Filthy. Degrading. Monstrous.
All that, and you can’t help but moan. Jack watches the glob of mixed fluids travel down just at the opening of your throat, before pushing your jaw shut.
“Taste yourself,” he starts, still maintaining a firm grip on either side of your jawbone. “Taste how fucking horny you are. Do you have any idea how hard it is to not pounce on you the moment I smelled that?”
You taste… sweet. Sweet, but quite slimy— you suppose it’s his spit. It tastes good. It’s warm and it tastes good.
With a noise between a sigh and a growl, Jack reaches down– on his own body this time—
His belt clinks under the weight of his one hand unbuckling it. He did it with almost no effort– the belt was on the ground in a matter of seconds.
Jack unbuttons his pants and drags down his fly. “I need a deeper assessment,” he starts, breathing heavy as he looks you over. You feel more naked than you are. “So I could have a proper diagnosis. You know.”
He grins, licking his lips. “I would hate it if I gave you the wrong remedy. I need to have a thorough examination.”
Jack lifts your legs up in the air, the back of your knees on his shoulders. You mewl at the stretch, but he coos, rubbing his thumb into the sides of your thigh.
He uses one hand to thumb his garter, hooking under it and pulling down—
Jack’s cock sprung out and slapped against your clit. He was so heavy, thick and leaking on your stomach with white, creamy strings. Your eyes widen at the sight. There was no way you could take that. But Jack sees your reaction, and he chuckles deep in his chest.
He places one hand over your stomach, pressing into the flesh. He looks up at you.
“Inhale,” Jack instructs slowly. With the little sanity you have left, you do as he says: taking in air, holding it in your lungs.
His leaking tip lines up at your hole, threatening to plunge in at any second. He presses in, just a little. “Exhale.”
The force of his cock slipping inside you with ease and no friction whatsoever forces the air out of you, resulting in a breathless, long, loud mewl from you; and long, guttural groan from him. His hand presses deeper onto your lower abdomen and—
Oh my god. You could feel him. Feel all of him, as if Jack’s cock ramming inside you so suddenly wasn’t enough. Jack growled when he felt himself enter inside you under his palm.
You sob harder, tears blurring your vision until everything was seemingly one color. “Doc— Doctor,” you groan. “Doctor– oh my god, I can feel you,”
Jack hisses. “You’re such a good patient for me.”
“Please,” you beg. “Please– please move— I can’t–”
“Shhh,” Jack whispers. “Feel it. Feel it first. I want you to feel it. Feel my cock splitting you open.”
For a moment, you two sat there– feeling each other, feeling all of each other.
Then, Jack reaches into a drawer. You catch a glint of something— silver. Then, some type of wire.
The stethoscope hung loosely in Jack’s hand as he puts it on, snugging the ear tips in their place, hand leaving your abdomen and coming up to handle the drum.
Smiling calmly, he slides the cool, circular metal up your sternum and firming it dead-center.
“Breathe for me,” he rasps. You breathe, deep enough to let him hear it.
“There we go.” Jack smiles wider, satisfied. “I need to catalogue your heart rate, after all.”
A sudden thrust knocks you out of cloud 9.
Jack growls between his teeth when he hears you cry out, high-pitched and still wanton, your glossy lips shaped into a perfect O as he rammed into you, cock pistoning in and out of your cervix.
Yes, you could feel him in your cervix.
But the pill was at its highest effects now, and you were too far gone to care how badly his cock would bruise your insides– because it hurt and you kept on babbling for the tip of his dick to kiss it better before you cum all over the place.
Your heartbeats were nothing but pure bliss to Jack. Each thump of your beating heart invades the wormholes of his brain, bouncing off all the walls of his skull. He liked how it sounded when he’s fucking you raw.
Drool makes a streak from the side of your mouth while you babbled on and on and on about how it hurts s’much, Jack, hurts s’much and need you to kiss it all better and how you need his dick so deep inside you could feel it in your chest.
Jack could do nothing but laugh in between his groans, pressing the stethoscope more firmly against your chest—
Jack was listening to your heartbeat while he was fucking you to hell.
His pace was merciless. Each thrust earned a squeak from the examination bed, each thrust earned a rattle from his supplies he painstakingly took the time to organize— and most importantly, each thrust earned a delicious high-pitched cry from you.
Jack’s cock was unbelievably deep. Every time his hips lets up from your cunt, a string of pre-cum and pussy-juice connected you together, his balls no less affected by the mess. Sticky, creamy substance coated his balls, and once every few thrusts you could feel it slap against the bend of your ass, making even more of a mess.
Jack reaches down to rub your clit while he fucks into you.
“Your heart rate is exquisite. So equal in rapidity. Yet so textbook. You’re what I would hope to see in my medical library.”
You’re nonverbal at this point. “Fuckin’ me s’good, Jack— s’good, soso so good,” you mewl body twisting in a very mean arch. “Need you inside me everyday,”
Jack takes off the stethoscope and places it aside, but his gaze remains on you. “Perfect, so perfect,” he growls, one hand caressing your whole body.
You sob, crying out. You’re so overwhelmed. It’s all too much.
Jack dips down once again, near your chest, this time. His tongue appears itself to you once again—
Onto your nipples.
Dragging his tongue around the sensitive, tight nub, he finally wraps his lips around it and sucks, coming off of your tit with a small pop.
“You make me so hungry…” he growls under his breath.
That’s when the fear surfaces once again. You whine, breath knocked out by his powerful thrusts.
“I need one more blood sample,” he says, audibly out of breath and staggering. You brace yourself for the pain, clenching your jaw and eyes shutting.
The pain flashes over you like a burn. His teeth pierces you once again, but immediately soothed by the warmth of his wet tongue sliding over the freshly-made wound.
The bed was rattling. The equipment was on the floor. The restraints were squeaking against you. The world was spinning fast. You don’t know who you are anymore.
“You’re my favorite patient.” Jack repeats.
That does it. Oh, that does it.
Your second orgasm takes on you by force, every synapse firing in between your vibrating bones, vision going searing white while your cunt absolutely drenches Jack. Burning-hot heat travels your body, trembling ever limb it could ever reach.
Jack lets out a beast-like roar, pressing the bridge of his nose into your neck while his hips spasm and twitch, warm cum filling what seems like every crevice of your body.
For a while, you two stayed like that. Connected, once again. In sync, once again.
Jack rises up, seeming to be more composed than when he came hard.
“I think,” he starts, a smug grin on his face. “I have finally concluded my diagnosis—”
A voice booms out from the back entrance of the clinic.
“I don’t know, Jack. Seems like she still needs more treatment.”
Cody steps toward to where you are. His goggles were still on— green and foggy— you could barely see his eyes.
Jack sighs, a huff of annoyance escaping his lips. “Must you really interrupt me?”
Cody glances at Jack, laughing briefly before turning back to you. “I was in the area,” he shrugs. “It doesn’t take a genius to know what you two are up to in here. Are you aware it reached the basement?”
You feel yourself getting hotter. A stray tear runs down your stained cheeks. Your shame.
Cody notices, an ill-intentioned smile on his face. Slowly setting out a finger, his knuckle brushes against your skin, collecting the tear.
He brings it up to his face and licks it off of his finger.
Humming, Cody turns his gaze to where you and Jack were connected. Jack was still inside you. And as if the embarrassment wasn’t enough, Cody grins. Reaching two fingers down, the rubber of his own gloves kiss your clit, firm and lingering.
He was rubbing your clit while Jack was still inside you.
In slow, circular motion, Cody keeps rubbing the sensitive little nub, watching your face crinkle in pleasure on the brink of overstimulation.
Cody’s fingers prodded at your entrance just like Jack’s tongue did. Prodding, prodding—
You groan when two of his fingers make it inside. The combination of Cody’s long fingers and Jack’s cock filling you to the brim deemed it too much for you to handle.
In your peripheral vision, you spot Jack throwing his head back, “eyes” crinkling shut while his eyebrows stitched together. Mouth hanging open, Jack breathes a relieved moan.
You can feel Jack’s cock twitch inside of you.
Cody’s voice booms out of the silence. “Yeah. Needs more treatment, definitely.” he mutters, slowly pumping in and out of your filled cunt, no doubt frictioning against Jack’s length still inside.
Like instinct, both Jack and Cody pull out at the same time, leaving you to whine with the sudden emptiness.
“No,” you whine, lidded eyes still stuck on them both. “Please…”
This was no more of a doctor’s visit. This— this was prey. You were prey.
They both dont say anything as Cody’s fingers— the ones that were just inside of you— prods at your lips, coaxing them to open. You had no more morality left. You let him inside.
You taste yourself once again, now a little more subtler— but still ultimately very warm on your tongue. Moaning, you had no more to do than to suck on Cody’s gloved fingers, making an obscene squelch to follow. He thinks the shade of your lips look pretty around his gloves.
Cody shakes his head. “This poor mouth is so neglected. What kind of doctor are you, Jack? Neglecting your patients?” Clicking his tongue, he pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. “Medical malpractice. That should’ve been in your textbooks, no?”
Jack snarls at him, fists balling to his sides in restraint.
Choking out, you force words to roll off your tongue. “How..” you start, coughing just a little. “How long have you been watching us?”
You could feel Cody’s smile radiate on your skin. “Ever since you swallowed those pills. And— looking at the results, I’d say our experiment was a success. Don’t you think so, Jack?”
Cody turns to Jack, who was rubbing the fat of your thighs with his thumb. He nods.
Cody turns back to you. “I think… I’d like to see the outcome up-close.” he pauses, giving your naked body a once-over. “After all, I’d been behind the warning tape all this time.”
Cody fingers something white and flat—
The heartbeat monitor was hooked on your skin without you even registering it at first. The pill was still at its highest even now.
You heard a zip coming from Cody’s pants. Swiveling to his direction, you could see that he was just in the middle of taking his boxers off–
Cody was impressive. Nothing too special, but it was definitely longer than most. A lighter pink shade adorned his leaking tip, while the rest matched with his skin tone. Not shaved, but trimmed.
His hands bracket your head while he shuffled to the head of the examination table. You were face-to-face with his cock. Cody nudges the tip through the crack of your soft lips, prompting you to open up for him.
He filled your mouth instantly. Some of his pre-cum dripped down your full throat. You can feel him in your lungs.
The feeling of him invading your throat was delicious. It made you feel so warm. And he tasted so fucking good.
Like some sort of cue, Jack pushes back inside of your cunt, making you whine in sweet, sweet relief.
The two men started pistoning in and out of your body in no time. Your back arches into position, accommodating the angle of the spitroast they had you in, a dull ache balling up into the peak of the curve.
You hear Jack grunting in animalistic-like breaths. You’re feeling him in your cervix again.
They fucked you dumb. To the point you could do nothing but whine and scratch at the leather and moan and drool— you were full.
You hear Cody’s gloves snap off of him with one swift pull. With one hand lifting the hem of his shirt, the other made its way squarely around your throat.
He was feeling himself fuck in and out of your mouth.
“Your temperature is rising.” he tilts his head, smile apparent on his face and his eyes. He faces up to Jack. “Suppose she doesn’t need anesthesia?”
What an asshole. He’s talking about you like you weren’t there.
Jack breathes. “She’s perfect the way she is right now.”
Cody lets out a breathy laugh before quickening his pace. They both complimented each other: Jack’s brutal, rabid pace had your hips shaking like a broken machine being used to its limit; while Cody’s pace was deep and calmer— but all the while more intense and knocked your breath farther inside your body.
“Look how fast your heart is going,” Cody mocks. “It’s just like a rabbit’s.”
Cody’s hips were faltering. Each succeeding thrust made him shake more violently, his hot breath exhausting itself onto your body.
“Fuck! —” Cody plants a hand on one of your breasts, squeezing it firmly—
Cum floods your throat and your vision goes blank.
It tasted so good, so good. You mewl around him as he filled you, and Cody’s body twitched in response.
Pulling out with a filthy squelch, Cody plants his tip just over your face, pumping himself while painting it with a creamy, warm white while you tried your best to swallow it all.
“I need–” you cough, “I need a kiss– please— a kiss,” Cody laughs through the blinding hot of his own orgasm, leaning down to you. “Anything for our favorite test-subject,”
He takes off the white patch and crashes down on your wet, sticky cum-coated lips. His tongue invaded your mouth immediately, slow but thorough.
A familiar ache— too familiar— starts to ball up in your stomach the moment Cody breaks the kiss. Your body feels hot again. The world feels hot again. You were high, so high. You felt like you were on top of the world.
And maybe you were. You were on top of the world. Climbing, climbing, climbing– until you could just see the heavens–
Jack pulls out.
You sob, the loudest you’ve done your whole doctor’s visit.
“No!! Jack! Jack, why–”
But Jack was talking to Cody.
“I think you’d like to see how this little cunt feels. After all, she has been such a good test-subject for us.” Jack was circling your clit, gaze remained fixed on your heat.
He was talking to your pussy. “She” was your pussy.
Cody shifts to where Jack was, with Jack stepping back to give him space. Cody felt eager— too eager, lining up at your hole. Just before you feel the tip enter, Cody stumbles back when Jack kneels down in front of your cunt and under Cody’s cock.
Cody is stunned. “Wait– what the fuc– dude, don’t tell me,”
“Go ahead,” Jack commands, almost tauntingly. “After all, you love interrupting.”
Cody cocks up an eyebrow before rolling his eyes. “Whatever. Wait till Toby hears about this–”
“Toby isn’t here right now,” Jack growls. Deep and grudge-like. “You should be thankful I even let you in here unsanitized.”
“Fuck off and let me fuck, you overgrown hyena.” Cody spits before slipping inside.
Cody felt as good as he tasted. He didn’t stretch you out like Jack did, but he was just right, if not even more. He didn’t hesitate to quicken his pace almost immediately.
“Mnn– shit– Cody-” he interrupts, “Liam. It’s Liam.”
You breathe through your cries. “Liam,”
“That’s it.” Cody praises, satisfied.
Jack’s tongue envelopes both your filled cunt and Cody’s— Liam’s buried cock. Liam’s hips stutter, head throwing back facing the ceiling. “Fuck—”
Below you both, Jack was on his knees, large hand around his still-leaking cock, pumping up and down ever so slowly with his cum acting as lube. His head was facing up to where you and Liam were connected, all three tongues slathering you both in spit.
Jack was eating you out while giving Liam a sloppy tongue-job at the same time.
At one point, Jack’s warm wet tongue reached so high it kissed your clit, firmly circling in motion. Another tongue licks at Liam’s slick-coated balls. You could feel Jack purring at the taste of both of you.
Liam’s eyes roll back. The tight walls of your pussy were clenching down on him— and yet Jack’s tongue continued to pump the base of his cock.
Jack, meanwhile, was on his knees, legs like jelly on the floor while his cock remained choked under his grip, jerking himself aggressively under the table, stray droplets of sticky cum splattering over the floor.
And you?
You thought that being on top of the world was not the mountain beneath your feet, but the absolute euphoria within your soul. Every boundary you crossed left another voice buried below the clouds until only the wind remained, carrying you higher into every beautiful permission of letting your body go. You should have feared the fall— but in the hands of them in this goddamn clinic— you prayed there never would be one.
You came screaming, vision pure white and spotted, legs shaking to hell while a fountain of scalding-hot heat covered Liam’s cock and Jack’s mouth while the restraints worked to keep you in place. Liam grips onto Jack’s brown curls, dragging his mouth closer to both him and you. Jack groans, growling as he drinks up your spilled slick and Liam’s leaking cum ropes. Below the table, Jack’s hips spasm and twitch as he shoots out pure ecstasy mixed into his own cum, making a small puddle of creamy white on the floor.
Silence.
Then, panting, Liam remains his hand intertwined with Jack’s hair. His goggles were off– you didn’t know when he took them off. He breathed in your state.
“What a gorgeous specimen.”
“Are you sure these are painkillers this time?” you look at Jack skeptically, slight scowl planted on your face.
Jack chuckles while Liam grins. “Yes,” Jack rasps. “Tylenol. Should be good for the headache.”
Still suspicious, you turn the blister pack around. TYLENOL, in big bolded letters. You smile tiredly, satisfied. You hop off of the table, boots thudding on tile. Your shorts were unbuttoned and the fly was open, while your sweater was hanging from your shoulder. You weren’t wearing anything underneath. Your wrists felt numb at first– but they were gaining back their feel. Pinkish-red burns adorned the skin of your wrists– but you didn’t mind.
“You don’t need to give me money,” Jack hands you back the wad of hundred-dollar bills, and you happily stuffed them back into your pocket. “Thanks,” your voice was hoarse. And with reason.
You smile at both of them before wearily stumbling to the door of the clinic. Your foot was halfway out of the door when Cody spoke.
“If you asked me, the aphrodisiacs worked way better.” he says, smirk plastered on his face. You turned to him, glaring. He continued. “I’m making a new variation. This one has a more controlled dose so the headaches won’t come right after. Why don’t you come by the lab and we can test it together? You know, one on one—”
“Liam. No.” you stern, still glaring at both of them. Jack laughs, seeming to be holding it in for a while, shaking his head while patting Cody’s back.
You close the clinic door with a thud, pattering away in your own room.
Inside the clinic, Cody turns to a still-laughing Jack. “I’ll just drug Toby. He won’t mind, I don’t think.”
Jack deadpans. “He’s going to fuck everyone. I’m going to run out of STD vaccines.”
