"Think of me once in a while. Take care." (Jim's computer/rblx fandomfic)

Unhgggg

Jim has tentacles that sprout from his back
You like men
Husband! Jim

Enjoy!
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Having a husband with tentacles was fairly interesting. It made for better cuddling, better hugs and keeping you secure so you could get amazing views while he held you over scenic cliffs. But one thing has always itched at the back of your mind.

"Hey, Jim? Can i ask you something?" You smile at the way his pupils dilate when you call his name. He sets his coffee down and adjusts his reading glasses. He's only 30, yet reminds you of a senior citizen.
"What's up? If this is about your clothes they're in the wash--I just put them in."

You lean forwards and make eye contact. A tentacle springs forwards and touches your cheek sweetly. You inhale and ask;

"Can you fuck me with your tentacles?"
That was not what you wanted to say. Your original intention was asking if it were POSSIBLE, not if it could happen effective immediately.  You swallowed hard at the way he choked on his spit, coughing and staring at you with an unreadable expression. He seemed deep in thought, but eventually stood up. The tentacles cupped you close as he made his way towards your shared bedroom.

You didn't object, feeling the loving embrace of your husband's slightly sticky hold was always welcome. You were sat on his bed and carefully stripped of your clothing and any accessories that would've gotten in the way.

You felt his loving gaze pin you down to the bed, reading every part of your lustful and needing body. You admired the way his amber eyes seemed to light up as he stared at your open hole(s).

Your nervous giggling was replaced with silence as you noticed that the apendages on your husband's back were slick and dripping wet- shiny and slimy and filling your head with sinful thoughts that the devil himself couldnt stomach. You couldn't bring yourself to look down, but you beautifully writhed at the feeling of his tentacles drawing your legs further apart and giving an experimental flick to the outside.

You let out an especially pleased noise, whoch was his sign to continue. With incredible grace and care, his thick tentacle buried itself in your holes, your eyes tearing at the stretch around the mass. It was slick and warm, and fit perfectly inside and against your walls.

And the pleasure near tripled when he thrusted it inside of you. A burning in and out that you couldn't get enough of. Your hands clawed at the bed, and you were sure you could pass out from this. You were able to temporarily make eye contact, blushing at the way he lovingly took in the sight of your already ruined figure.

He watched you writhe and squirm, even moreso when he let two more of his appendages play your your soft nipples. How you were dealing with this and still being conscious, you didn't know. What you did know, however, was that your pleasure was obviously the only thing on your husband's mind.

Jim stared still, his own hand now stroking his dick to the sight of your fucked-out expression and your overstimulated, twitchy body that hardly knew how to react to such new feelings.  You didn't even get to process the fact you were cumming when it happened. But it did, at some point. It crumbled over your skin and nerves, prickling your body like needles before it soothed and became more like shallow waves, or disturbed bath water.

You blacked out, only noticing such when you woke up to Jim shaking your shoulders and calling your name softly. You hummed, letting him know that he had not fucked you to death. You still wanted to do it again eventually.