Intentional Wardrobe Malfunction (Patreon)

Alex smiled as she leaned against the wall, wearing nothing but a red tank top to cover her upper half. She was waiting for her boyfriend to come out of the shower to pose all sexy for him in hopes that she could get him to pounce and pound her into oblivion. She couldn’t help that she was frisky sometimes. Or well, she couldn’t help that she was horny almost all the time, it was just how tigers were! 

People who say bunnies are sex addicts just haven’t met a tiger, yet! Or they have but have yet to live to tell the tale of the best tail they’ve had in their life. 

Alex got visibly more excited when she heard the sound of the shower faucet being turned to stop the flow of water. 

‘Creak, creak’ 

The sound of running water got softer and softer as the tiger’s boyfriend continued to turn the faucet to cut the flow of the water. 

Then there was only the sound of water dripping from the shower, followed by the sound of the shower curtains being pulled to the side. 

‘Plat’

‘Plat’

‘Plat’

The sound of her boyfriend’s wet footsteps as he walked toward the towel rack to dry himself off. Alex chewed on her lower lip nervously and began to adjust her posture against the wall. One foot in front of the other, her rear against the wall, and the foot that was behind was also pressed up against the wall. Her pose left her right knee bent and a great view of her bare bottomlessness for whenever her boyfriend decided his fur was dry enough and stepped out of the bathroom. Alex rubbed her hands on herself and smoothed out some stray fur all over her body. She left her hand at her pawprint tattoo and waited; her thumb drew circles over the fur in that area. 

Alex’s boyfriend sighed as he wrapped the towel he used to dry his hair and fur around his waist. His fur was still damp, but he considered damp to be good enough to walk around the house in without leaving a bunch of puddles and wet footprints everywhere. He twisted the knob on the bathroom door, swung the door inward, and stepped out into the bedroom whistling some tune. His eyes were down low watching his step as he stepped into the carpeted bedroom. When his eyes came up to see Alex leaned up against the wall with zero pants on, his whistling trailed off and ended mid-song. He also stopped mid-step with one leg slightly raised up and stared at her. 

“Hello, Alex..?” he raised both his brows as he greeted his girlfriend, it sounded more like a question than a greeting with his slightly pitched tone at the end. 

The tigress smiled at him and flipped her hair slightly, her long brown locks went all the way down to her hips when not tied up in her ponytail or braided. Alex’s tail waved behind her and flickered around on the floor. “Hey, babe,” she chuffed happily, her green piercing eyes locked to his. She wasn’t wearing a bra under that tank top she was sporting, and it showed. Her nipples were outlined by the red fabric of the shirt plus she had maximum cleavage. 

The boyfriend put his foot down and stood there watching her for a moment. “What are you doing?” he asked as he tilted his head to the side. He could feel his cock getting hard underneath that towel he had wrapped around him. Despite having taken a cold shower, his cock was going to be ready to rumble in a matter of seconds if he continued staring at his gorgeous striped goddess of a girlfriend. A tent formed under his towel and stuck out (literally) like a sore thumb. 

“Oh, you know…” she paused, “I’m just really, really, really….” She paused again and dragged her right hand up her side and pulled at the hem of her tank. The shoulder strap on that side was quick to slip off and reveal her boobs. Not a simple nip slip, but the whole of her chest-slip. Her breasts bounced a little as they were freed from the restraints of the tank. Alex kept her eyes locked to her boyfriend and his ever-growing tentpole with a soft and subtle grin spread across her lips. 

Her boyfriend’s cock grew more and more, sticking further out and pushing against the resistance of the towel. Suddenly, the little tuck he did to keep his towel around his waist was broken, and his towel flew off and piled down on the floor. Alex’s eyes dropped from her man’s and down to his cock. Her eyes widened a little and she licked her lips. 

“Looks like you are too,” she chuckled, “Great! Now come over here and fuck me up against the wall.”

“Okay,” was all he needed to say before he walked up to Alex, put his hand at that pawprint tattoo on her hip and pressed himself up against her with a soft growl. 

Hesitation was not something that existed in Alex’s boyfriend’s dicktionary. Who needs a big vocabulary when you have a big dick, anyway?

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Art by Reaper3D 

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