“Spit in my mouth Tig.”

Snapping his head down, he raises an eyebrow in amusement, pupils dilating as he looks at you.

“Yeah?”

You nod your head yes and whine at him, pouting because he was taking too long to give you what you want.

“You’re something else”, he whispers as his hands splay down your back to your ass. Grabbing and massaging, his strong hands send heat pulsing all through your cunt and unable to fight it anymore, you moan a desperate “please” against his lips.

And he kisses you. Hard.

Sucking on your plump lips, Tiger groans at your taste, letting the fat of your ass fill his palms as he roughly spreads your cheeks.

Your body is like livewire, your moans muffled as Tiger’s big tongue fills your mouth, nearly fucking your throat as your lips touch; determined to reach as deep as possible. Through your watering eyes that have rolled into the back of your skull and broken moans, your clit throbs nonstop in your ruined panties and you realize dazedly that you could cum like this.

Depraved of oxygen, lewd noises fill the room with the sounds of your kiss.

Tiger is completely hard, nestled snug right between your sticky pussy lips, shorts soaked through. You jerk violently when Tiger suddenly tongues the roof of your mouth before reaching up to squeeze your throat; mouths still fused together, more slick squirts out of you. Lightheaded as fuck, you rake your nails down his stomach and Tiger rips off of your mouth with a groan.

“Fuck”, he hisses, you gasp for air and whine needily at him, cunt throbbing. Tiger looks at you in your ruined state….before he’s grabbing you by your throat and pulling you to his mouth again. Whining like a little fucked out slut, you grind on him, absolutely melting in pleasure.

Both of your lips are sleek with shared saliva but you don’t care. Not when you’re this wet. Tiger’s tongue laves over yours, making your clit throb more before sucking harshly on your bottom lip, releasing it with a slick ‘pop’.

Head spinning as he takes over you, bathing you in pleasure. He’s such a good fucking kisser, you think dazedly, gasping sharply when you suddenly feel his hand clap down on your ass, the sting felt right in your swollen clit. Tiger spanks your ass again and you almost scream because he’s so heavy handed but it hurt so good.

“Open your mouth princess”, he orders softly against your lips and knowing what he’s about to do gets your heart pounding while you go dumb with how turned on you are as you comply.

Tongue lolling out, you open your mouth as Tiger leans down and spits in it. The second the warmth of his saliva hits the back of your throat, you swear you’re going to cum.

The sound that comes out of you is debauched and wrecked as Tiger licks into your mouth right after, sucking his spit off your tongue and spitting in back in.

That’s all it took for that throbbing, burning heat to consume you.

Sloppy wet kissing, groans, and moans is all you hear as you cum so violently it gives you a headache. Engorged clit being battered by Tiger’s big fat cock nestled between your wet pussy lips, messily sliding you back and forth on his thick cock groaning with you, mouths wet. Fuck he looked so good. So big, so tall, and his face.

Tiger’s saying the dirtiest shit about how he’s gonna fuck your sexy little ass up, how pretty you are, how you act proper but in reality you’re just a nasty little slut who’s fuckhole cums from getting your mouth spit in…

Though truthfully, he was hard the minute you looked up at him with that look you got when you wanted something just to tell him to spit in your mouth but he was more than happy to. Watching you twitch and moan as your eyes rolled into your skull with your mouth wet, humping his cock drenched in your juices felt so good to him that he couldn’t help but cum with you, groaning at your debauched expression.

His little slut was in heaven.

All of it goes straight through you and he doesn’t stop. The warmth of his cum all over your sopping twat is the nail in the coffin as you squirt, walls clenching around nothing while gushing.

Wailing as Tiger overstimulates you, wreaking havoc on your mouth, swallowing up your whines and cries, even your screams of pleasure, big hands spreading your asscheeks apart and fucking up into your clit.

Braindead and boneless, eyes white as you squirt all over him. So gone, you don’t even register him pulling your cotton shorts down and shoving 3 of his thick fingers deep, stretching you out so deliciously and nailing your spot to get you squirting again, convulsing as you do. Tiger hisses in pleasure while you cry out his name. He stops and takes the same fingers that were just inside of you, out; leaving you gaping then sucking your cum off his hand and you moan weakly at the sight. Tiger leans down kissing you again, this time sweetly, and pulls away.

“What else you wanna try?”

.

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The first thing he hears is beeping. It's a repetitive, steady sound, once every second or so, and quite frankly annoying. For a moment, Tiger thinks it might be his alarm clock— except he doesn't have one. It's too quiet, and almost rhythmic, to be an alarm anyway. There's a strong smell, too; something like citrus and antiseptic. He tries to open his eyes, but his lids are too heavy to move. In fact, his whole body feels as though it's been weighed down— the most he can manage is slightly twitching his fingers, and even that's an effort. He's laying on something, a mattress maybe. A firm, uncomfortable one.

Although it's slow, Tiger is able to crack his eyelids open a bit. Instantly he regrets it. Pale, fluorescent lighting practically blinds him. It feels like little needles are stabbing into his irises. Ugh. He forces himself not to close them again, instead opting to squint a bit, letting them adjust.

The ceiling above is stark white tile, making the room feel much brighter than it probably truly is. The more his senses come back to him, the stronger the artificial smell becomes. Tiger has the strangest feeling that he should be in some amount of pain, but he can't register anything aside from a sort of dull numbness throughout his limbs. And his eye… now that he notices, he can't see anything out of his left eye. For a moment he tries to reach up and touch it, to make sure it's actually open, but his arms remain stubbornly uncooperative. It's probably better than sheer agony, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating.

He's able to turn his head just about an inch to the right, albeit very slowly. A hospital room. He's in a hospital room. Stark white walls match the tile of the ceiling. There's a grey chair with plastic armrests and uncomfortable-looking, cracked vinyl cushioning only inches from where he's laying. No one sits in it. That obnoxious beeping, which has still been going, is coming from a machine attached to the side of the bed. The screen shows jagged green lines— his heartbeat— and some numbers beneath that don't really mean anything to him. Wires hang off it and are probably hooked up to him somewhere, but he can't move his head enough to actually check.

What happened to him? How did he get here? Where is here? And perhaps most importantly, where the hell is everyone else? Tiger squeezes his eyes (or maybe eye, now) shut, trying to bring back anything, any hint of how he'd ended up in this hospital. All he gets is a big, frustrating blank where memories should be. There are a handful of fuzzy snippets that surface, but nothing substantial.

The band had been in Oregon. There was that disaster of a 'show,' but then that guy with the stupid hair— Chad? Tom?— had set them up with… his cousin? Something about them getting paid 350 bucks up front for playing as an opening act? Last he remembers, he was driving them to the venue.

Shit. Did he fall asleep at the wheel again? He's done it a few times in the past and driven off the road, but maybe he crashed for real this time. Oh, fuck, well done Tiger. He's probably gone and killed everyone, all because he's too much of a stubborn asshole to just pull over and sleep.

Relax, you don't know for sure that's what happened.

He groans lowly and shifts, though his body still doesn't actually move much. Tiger wishes he could shake off the fog that feels like it has wrapped around his brain, making it impossible to think. It's dragging him

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When he comes back around, his body seems to be more cooperative. Though still slow and definitely uncoordinated, he can at least move more than before. He tentatively lifts his hand, ignoring how stiff it feels, and brushes it along the left side of his face. It feels like there's soft bandaging wrapped around most of it, particularly where his eye should be. He presses his fingers against it, which causes a deep pain to throb under them. Luckily, it fades away once he stops, probably aided by whatever medication is currently being pumped into him through the catheter injected in his arm. Was that there last time?

Tiger forces himself to half sit up, leaning against the railing of the bed for support. His limbs still refuse to do exactly what he wants them to, but it's definitely an improvement. He has to get up. Has to get out of here and find everyone. Or at the least, confirm that it isn't his fault they've ended up in a hospital. He tries to sit fully up, to swing his legs over and stand, and for a moment he thinks it's going to work.

Then the railing gives way with a loud crack, and he's facedown on the linoleum floor. Something else toppled down with him, and it's making a horrible screeching noise. A small puddle of blood is forming in his vision— either one of his injuries re-opened, or his nose has been crushed upon impact.

Well, that's just great.

As the hospital door swings open and voices are shouting above him, he thinks to himself, You really are a fucking idiot, Tiger.

Lion-O [Lord of Thundercats]

Yeah, it sucks that you got hurt, he sees this as an opportunity

He wants to take care of you

And this is the perfect moment

Sure he's pissed that someone hurt you

But he should thank them

Now he has you all to himself and you can't do anything about it

You have to let him take care of you, whether you like it or not

He won't let anyone else do it

I mean he is your boyfriend

It's his job to care for you

But he couldn't care for you when you get hurt

But don't call him out on it, or you'll have more injuries than you already do

Tygra [Prince of the Fallen Tiger Clan]

He would be pissed

Whoever hurt you must have a death wish

Whatever wounds you have, he'll make sure to make it worse for your attacker

Even if he was an accident, he really doesn't care

Now if he was the one who did it, he would be devestated

How could he hurt you? What the hell is wrong with him

He'll beat himself up about it

He couldn’t help the way his hips jerked under your touch. Soft hands twisting up and down his dick, the friction wet and effortless thanks to all the slick drooling from his slit. On top of that, his body pulsed with a hot need to cum so intense that it made him sweat; mouth dropping open in a watery gasp as you tightened your thumb and pointer finger, forming a hole and twisting it right under his frenulum, milking his cock.

“O-Ooh!”

The pleasure almost makes him lightheaded, high pitched moans bubbling out of his throat as he feels his spine go ramrod straight. Blushing down to his chest while he tried not to disobey you.

“You can cum when I let you, kay’ baby?”

Smiling with a bite of your lip, you rake your nails down his broad chest, making sure to catch them on his erect nipple, enjoying his cute shiver of arousal as he gripped the covers. Trying to breathe and calm himself before looking up at you with eclipsed pupils and teary eyes.

You pause your hand movements and lean down; licking a trail up his bitten up neck until you stop to suckle at the spot under his ear then around his ear. Hissing as Tiger’s sounds make your clit throb in want.

“Fuck. Listen to you, sounding so sexy…like my good little bitch right baby?” You whisper in his ear. Watching while the tips go from pink to red, pretty blush deepening.

Squeezing his eyes shut with a whine, he feels his heart skip a beat; body lighting up at the way you were treating him. Tiger should probably be more concerned with how you calling him names makes his balls fatten but he felt too good to truly care. His whole system drunk on you.

Raising an eyebrow when you see the dazed look in his watery eyes, quivering chest, and his cock is almost red with how hard he’s ready to blow.

“P-please- wanna cum…m’ so good f’you angel”, Tiger begging so sweetly makes you restart your hand. Tightening in a slick fist around his engorged cock, you move to devour his throat. Suckling harshly, nipping, and kissing the sensitive skin.

Tiger’s moans start to boarder on screams. Heat lashing through his system so fast, it makes him dizzy enough that he can’t even remember how to catch his breath or keep it down. To his own ears, he really does sound like a bitch in heat.

Your good little bitch.

He was so close his cock hurt and this time you’d let him. Reaching up, you grab a fistful of Tiger’s field green locs and pull. Biting his exposed Adam’s apple as he shakes in your hold.

The tingling in his scalp runs straight through him, eyes fluttering in bliss.

“You want to cum? Cum nice and hard for me?” You’re wet to the point of it pooling on his lap where you’re sitting, but you could cum later; now was all for Tiger.

Unable to form words, he nods desperately.

So, with one last bruising flick of his nipple you speed up your hand around his fat cock, reveling in his wet choked cries.

“Good~ baby. Go ahead n cum, pretty.” No sooner than the words leave your sinful lips, he’s coming.

Tears falling down his flushed face, hips bucking as the strength of his orgasm hits him with such force he goes dumb. Your pretty moans mixing with him as your warm fingers around him burn into his skin; the sweetest pain accompanying each pulse of your cum drenched hand, wringing every drop out of him.

And shit, there was so much. Shuddering when the waves of pleasure finally ebb into a low buzzed simmer, leaving him boneless and sleepy.

Tiger was so gone on his way to lala land that he could only look with bleary eyes and a tired smile and you smiling back at him; his cum a warm mess on you both.

“Shhh.. easy…rest for a bit, I’ve got you. You deserve a nap after how good you were for me”. Cooing, you praised him, pressing a soft kiss to his warm cheek.

Running your hand through his sweaty hair, you watch his eyes close with a sigh before you go to get something warm to clean you both with♡︎.

You were more flexible than you originally gave yourself credit for as Tiger folds you in half on his lap.

He was so deep. Your moans struggle to make it past the grip of his large hand wrapped around your throat. The lack of air, his fat dick stretching you out and nailing your g-spot, combined with the utter filth being whispered into your open mouth make it certain you won’t last long.

The steering wheel dug uncomfortably in your back but it couldn’t phase you over Tiger slamming you down on him with each thrust upwards, toned pelvis grinding against your clit with the movements.

It was so hot both figuratively and literally as the windows began to fog up. Moans and heated breaths filling the space.

You just couldn’t wait and he couldn’t wait to give it to you. Seeing you get so possessive and defensive over him already turned him on but your teasing, sinful kisses, and slick ass mouth did not help.

Fuck, you were so tight. Almost choking his cock as it sank into you.

Groaning deeply, Tiger drags your mouth to his, shoving his tongue down your throat; pulling almost all the way out before sinking back roughly into your soaked pussy. “You just couldn’t help yourself, huh baby? Not even wanting to get home first.”

Heat licks up your spine as you try to breathe through the force of your incoming orgasm. The little bit of air you do get, isn’t enough.

Tears build in your eyes as they roll into the back of your skull, mouth dropping open in a silent scream.

“Fuck- yeah…soak me. Nasty girl lettin’ me fuck you like this; like your just a pretty wet little hole f’me to shove my cock into.”

His dirty mouth is all it takes as you tighten up like a vice, dragging Tiger down with you into the consuming waves of pleasure. You feel yourself go braindead with how intense your orgasm is. Wet choked whines leave you as you cream his cock, pussy twitching weakly as he keeps you stuffed with him and his cum.

Letting go of your throat, you slump against him taking in lungfuls of air. Ready to pass out.

Pressing you to him, Tiger hums softly in your ear before kissing your head; aware that he’s done a number on you.

“God, you’re perfect. Rest okay? I’ll get us home…”

Sighing, you snuggle deeper into him, drifting off.