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Jack may look big and intimidating, but he was the opposite. His tough guy exterior protected all his soft spots, and he wanted to keep it that way. He enjoyed getting praise from older classmates and teachers, he was shy and sometimes awkward with how he presented himself. You were the only person he allowed to get close to him. He let you hold onto his biceps and pry into his personal life beyond surface level. You thought he was handsome. And he’s definitely your type.
So, a few days before summer vacation started, he asked you to join him behind the school. You were surprised when he confessed to you. His tail wagging furiously behind him, his ears folded as he awaited your response. Arms crossed over his broad chest as if he was preparing for rejection. Of course you said yes, why wouldn’t you?
A year had flown by since that day, and summer vacation was once again around the corner. You were exhausted after P.E. Vargas had you doing sprints back and forth across the turf after informing you that your muscles needed some extra work. Your skin shimmered under the hot sun as you crouched in front of a vending machine. Listening to your drink fall into the tray below with a ‘thunk’.
Among the many cold options behind the glass, your eyes settled on a can of peach juice. The can was a pale orange color with little pink flowers printed around the surface. It read ‘Au Naturale 100% Peach Juice’ in bubbly white font. The can fit perfectly in the width of your palm. You sighed in relief as you pressed it against the back of your neck first. Your eyes fluttering shut at the chilled sensation on your nape. Blissfully unaware of the approaching footsteps behind you.
“The hell’re you doing?” You jolted, fumbling your can in your hands as you fell on your butt. You hugged the can against your chest before craning your head back to see Jack standing over you. His shadow shaded you from the blistering sun. His expression was sour per usual, but his tail had started to wag. Likely because he found you after class ended. “I wanted some juice,” You held up the can to show him, slowly getting to your feet. “Want a taste?” You offered with a small smile. Jack’s eyes darted from your face and down to the small can. His ear twitched and his expression started to relax. “M’fine.” He grumbled, glancing away as he dug the toe of his shoe into the dirt.
He seemed nervous now. You peeled back the tab and took a small sip from the can. “What’s up?” You asked with a brow raised. You watched him shift his weight as he remained looking away from you. You knew Jack was just shy. “Are you busy?” The beastman uncrossed his arms, a hand began rubbing nervously at the back of his neck. You felt confused now. It must be important.
“No, not at all.” You assured Jack with a small dismissive wave. “What’s up? You can tell me.” He was obviously working up the courage to tell you something. You wanted him to be confident. “Can you come to the locker room with me?” His tone was blunt, almost rushed as you blinked up at him. Instead of important, you were guessing his request was more on the selfish side. You could see his cheeks start to burn with a deep peachy red color. His tail wagging fast to the point of his hips beginning to sway. Jack glanced in your direction, catching your surprised gaze before glancing away again. “You just smelled really good. And it’s been a while so... Thought I’d ask...” Even as he whispered, he expressed his intentions clearly. “I’m not really lookin’ to taste peach juice.” He grumbled.
It was unexpected but not unwelcomed. With your lack of response, his tail slowed down and his ears folded back. “Sorry, I didn’t-”
“No it’s fine! We can!” You finally spoke up, waving your hand in front of you as your face started to warm up. You were just in shock. It has been a while. You and Jack often had conflicting schedules. He was busy with the track team and being the Housewarden for Savanaclaw. You were still the prefect of Ramshackle and you always had a side quest from Crowley you didn’t want to do. You both needed this.
You couldn’t handle Jack discarding the idea. There was just one problem; you were coated in sweat. Your skin was moist and slightly salty. You were sure you smelled bad. “I just need to shower first-” Before you could walk towards the locker room, Jack grabbed your wrist. He held your limb in his large hand. It was firm, but not too tight. His tail was wagging again, and when your eyes met you felt your heart jump.
His pupils expanded with arousal. They were huge, making his iris’ into a thin, gold halo. “No, that’s why I asked you now.” Jack swallowed, looking you over quickly as his grip started to loosen. “I want you as you are.” The declaration almost caused the can to slip from your fingers. The growl in his voice made you shiver. Your heart thrummed against your ribs as you nodded slowly. So, he wants you to shower after he’s done with you. You understood the appeal, especially since he’s a beastman. And it wasn’t your first time figuring out Jack preferred you sweaty. Heat pooled in your stomach, settling between your thighs as Jack let go of your wrist and walked ahead of you. Expecting you to follow behind him to the locker room. How could you possibly say no?
You always felt embarrassed when it came to sweat. You needed to shower before and after every intimate act. The fresh scent made you more confident and secure. You never used scented soaps since Jack’s nose was so sensitive. The beastman always expressed that he didn’t mind. But Jack always respected your wishes. It made sense that something like sweat, especially in the intense heat, would get him riled up. Your can of juice was held tightly in your sweating palm.
As you entered the locker room, you took notice of the lack of life. You and Jack were the only two souls walking along the grey tile. Everyone had gone home after showering and changing. Leaving the lingering scent of masculine soap and hints of wafting cologne in the air. Jack was growling again as you followed him, slowing as you took a final few sips from your can. Knowing it would soon be discarded.
You were nudged into a corner that was farthest from the door. An extra precaution in case someone decided to come in for whatever reason. Jack’s large hands began rubbing along your sides. His mouth hungrily attaching itself to your cheek, your jawline, your neck. Anywhere he could pepper kisses as he felt your skin against his.
Jack could be so impatient when it came to sex. But with how his mouth felt on your flesh, you didn’t mind. With a light push against Jack’s body, you were allowed to abandon your peach juice on a nearby bench. His lips quickly returned. Capturing yours now as he pressed your back against the wall. Jack could be so awkward working up the courage to ask you for sex. But once he did, he was all over you.
His thumbs hooked into the waistband of your gym shorts, tugging them down as the cool air within the room grazed over your now exposed cunt. You felt your face go hot as the wave of insecurity washed over you. “Jack I didn’t shave-”
“Doesn't matter.” He growled as he pressed his body against yours. The thick outline of his cock pushing into crotch as he sucked at your throat. His teeth grazing the skin as he rolled his hips into yours. It felt so heavy, and each rub left him throbbing against you. Your composure was fading away as you held onto his shoulders, slowly growing boneless between him and the wall.
You could feel the muscles beneath the thin cotton barrier of his shirt. The flex with each expand and release of his diaphragm. Your shorts were nudged down your thighs even further until they fell and pooled around your ankles. The soft petals of your cunt twitched and parted, your inner walls convulsed as they sought both stimulation and attention. Jack gave your throat one final, harsh suck before pulling away.
You pressed a hand over your mouth as he kneeled before you, inhaling the scent of your cunt as you shyly pressed yourself closer to the wall to escape. Jack frowned as his ears twitched. With a sudden hook of his arm, he lifted one of your legs to rest over his shoulder as he sat on his knees in front of you. Your sweat soaked shorts and underwear dangled over your ankle as you yelped. Feeling Jack press his face hungrily into your pussy. Your hands held onto his head as you pressed your back into the wall. Whining softly as his nose rubbed against your clit. His tongue lapping impatiently as he kissed and sucked at your soaked folds. His tail thumped against the floor as he grabbed your hips, keeping your lower body still as he devoured your hole with moans and sounds of his own pleasure.
Your heart was racing. You could feel moisture collecting behind your knees as you looked down, eyes meeting Jack’s. The sight of him made you dizzy, the feeling of being eaten was always something that you enjoyed. It had been so long that you forgot how amazing it felt. His tongue dragged against your pussy, his lips kissing your clit as he worked slowly. “You smell amazing... You taste even better though.” He murmured, his mouth and shin shiny and wet as he went back to his feverish movements.
His thumbs rubbed against your pelvic bones. His mouth working hard to lick your pussy clean of its juices and sweat. Your eyes were rolling up into your skull. You hadn’t noticed how loud you were. Your moans and sighs echoed through the empty locker room. Amplifying the sound that nearly drowned out Jack’s intense eating. He pushed his tongue inside, forcing your fingers to scratch at his scalp and tug on his short white hair. Your hips unconsciously began to grind against his mouth. Seeking more and more from him.
You suddenly hunched over, warning Jack softly with tears in the corners of your eyes you were going to cum. You were going to finish all over his face. And Jack didn’t plan to stop. He wanted you to. Even with his heavy, aching cock pressing against his gym pants, he never stopped pleasuring you. As your body shook and trembled, your walks convulsing and gushing all over his mouth; Jack continued. He devoured you greedily, moaning in satisfaction as your sobs and wails grew louder. Over and over again, Jack pushed you to cum and he swallowed every last drop.
Jack kept you in that desolate locker room. Drinking up that divine flavor you produced. Far better than a cheap can of peach juice.