miles Quaritch smut story please heheh
Pairings: Quaritch x FemHuman Reader
Summary: They say the senses are the gateway to the memory.
Warnings: MDNI, aged gap, Young reader/older reader, human Quaritch/avatar Quaritch, p in v, time skip, size difference, tummy bulge, dirty talk, if I missed anything I’m sorry.
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Quaritch groaned as he buried himself balls deep into the tight cunt he was fucking into. For such an old man he still knew how to use his body to a woman’s liking, it didn’t matter that said woman was 30 years younger than him.
You had become his favorite fuck, so lively and young you made him feel things he wasn’t supposed to feel. Yet the one thing that drew him in was the smell of you.
He enjoyed burying his face into your neck as he breathed in your scent, the soft hint of vanilla brought him a sense of comfort. The overwhelming smell of the fresh dew drops on the leaves in the morning as the sun begins to rise made him incredibly horny.
The soft hints of vanilla mixed nicely with the heady musky scent of your arousal. Calling to him reminding him of what it was like to be young.
He lost himself in the feel of your wet cunt gripping onto his cock, his mind focused on the smell of you surrounding him. Invading all of his senses, “Fuck sweetheart, this tight little cunt of yours takes me too fucking well.” He praises your cunt as he continues with his deep yet hard thrust. “Taking me like it was made for me.”
He groans loudly against your neck, his hands gripping onto your thighs as he pushes them apart more. “Who knew such a pretty little bitch would make the perfect slut for my cock.”
He enjoyed the way his treatment on your body and the words he slurred in a pleasurable haze caused your body to respond in magnificent ways. Needy you were, compliant, most importantly in these moments you were only his. He’d never outright say that though, telling himself he just enjoyed the way your pussy clung greedily to his cock.
“You look pathetic, taking this old man’s cock like this.” He grunted loudly through clenched teeth, hold on your thighs grew tighter as he felt his release closing in. “But you take it so well.. my perfect little cocksleeve.” He declared as he released deep inside of you, forcing your own orgasm as ropes of his seed coated your insides.
After a moment he laid there simply breathing in your scent, surrounding himself in the comfort your body provided. He’d be off soon, in 2 hours exact, to go off and fight Jake sully. He wasn’t sure if he’d be back, wasn’t even sure if he’d live but one thing for sure was that if he did die his last moments of life wanted to be basking in the feeling of you, even if it is fleeting.
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The fight has begun, his soldiers dying, falling left and right. There’s not much one can do when you’re a measly human in a world that wasn’t meant for you.
Fighting with Jake has been a little easy for Quaritch, granted the amp suit helped a lot, but when someone brings arrows to a knife fight you’re bound to die.
Quaritch knew the saying all too well “Your life flashes before your eyes.” He just never thought he himself would ever get to experience it. All the fucked up things he’s done in his life whether by his own free will or orders from his life as a marine he probably deserved this painful death. The difficulty of breathing stung his very lungs with each shallow breath he could breathe. His blood felt like it was on fire tiny, little needles digging into every inch of his skin. Gathering as much air into his body as he could Quaritch was forced to watch as his life played bit by bit but his favorite was finding comfort in all things that you offered him.
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Dying to the hands of an ex marine and his blue cat woman was one thing. Being brought back as the very thing you detest is another.
New senses, conflicting feelings. What more was there to being a stranger in a body that was never meant for to be yours? Quaritch struggled making sense of it all. His now blue skin, stronger build, so many sounds, so many new tastes. For fucks sake the irritation he felt from his tail alone.
Endless training in a foreign body, but at least he could freely breathe the out when he went out.
The orders were simple, scope out the area, find Sully and his home. Kill them all. Yet once again things don’t go as planned.
Having hostages weren’t about of the plan, having one that was his human son and another that was his lover definitely wasn’t apart of any known plan.
The boys limp body in his corporals arms and your tense body, eyes trained on Quaritch. He could feel your stare, the way it burned into his very soul. His eyes found yours as he watched the way your body heaved with each breath you took. Your small body struggling to break free of the restraints as you fight to get to the teenage boy. Quaritch could hear the way your breath hitched as he pinned you with his stare, how you pressed your thighs together in such a subtle way that he would have missed it had he not been staring you down.
The moment you were on the scorpion you rushed over to an unconscious spider, holding his body tight against yours protectively, yet Quaritch said nothing as he watched. His heart feeling the familiar ache. Family, his family.
When Quaritch finally stepped into your holding room he was overcome with the smell of you, every inch of the room was coated in your scent. His ears perked up, tail going rigid just as the corners of his lip twitched. Quaritch stared down at your small frame, everything looked exactly the same except you were older. Much older than he is in this new body.
Quaritch watched the way you eyed his body, your own fingers fiddling around. You were nervous that much was sure but was it because you were wet at the sight of his new body? He was different now, younger, stronger, blue, and he was no stranger to your fascination with the Na’vi and now that he was like them; as close to being like them as he could be he understood your interest was peaked.
Crouching down before you he let his eyes roam over your body, thick and full, plump just as your features had aged gracefully every part of you seemed to age well. He closed his eyes as his mind was overwhelmed with memories of you, so many memories.
Your scent once again clouding his senses, overwhelming him with every bit of you. He reached forward grabbing ahold of your chin between his big fingers, his hold gentle but firm, with that your body reacted on its own, a shudder racking through you despite doing your best to hold it back. “Well well if it isn’t that sweet young thing i use ta fuck.” He continued to inspect you, noticing everything about you.
You had finally seemed to be doing the same, eyeing him. Observing him for this moment, your brows furrowed and your lips turned up into a frown until you heard him speak. “Ya ain’t aged a bit, and ya still smell the same like fresh dew drops in the summer,” he leaned forward burying his face into your neck. “The same soft hints of vanilla…” he let a purr rumble deep within him.
You let out a soft hum as you felt his nose rubbing along your neck, Quaritch taking in deep inhales of your scent. Your body reacted to having him so close, this new him to be exact. His large hands maneuvering your body to his will. At your new position in his lap you can feel his cock tightening in his pants as the memories danced around him, he grunted moving you down as he continued to rock slowly, his length now grinding against your cloth covered ass. “Fuck… there’s no way I got hard like some high schooler who’s just got his dick wet.” The sound of your soft laugh had Quaritch groaning slightly. “Mmm fuck, how badly I need this pussy.”
He could tell by the way your breathing changed and the heightened smell of your arousal that you missed this, you miss him fucking away at your tight cunt. He took note of how you didn’t fight back, never even tried to push him away.
You both eyed on one another as he undressed your body, his hands touching and kneading at the your breast. Large hands pinching and rubbing your perky nipples, soft moans falling from your lips as he continued to touch you. As his hands slide down your stomach, touching and feeling every inch of you in a new light. Quaritch seemed to be mesmerized nothing could prepare him for the overwhelming smell of you the moment he pulled your panties off.
Everything that was concealed was now revealed to him, his cock grew tighter in his restraints, precum leaking through the fabric. He needed to be inside you and he needed it soon, but he held back. You quirked around, whimpering as he slide one of his thick fingers inside your sopping wet entrance. Your body reacting as if he was never dead, as if this wasn’t a new version of himself before you. His fingers working their magic as they stretched you out, working your pussy in his own favor. He knew how to force those orgasms from your body.
As he pulled his drenched fingers from your cunt you whimpered, watching as he licked your juices off his fingers. Your brows pinched together as you watched him undo his pants finally freeing himself from his confines, his cock springing free. The tip slick with precum that dribbled from slit, such a mouthwatering sight for you just as it always had been. His thick girthy cock ready to fuck away at your human cunt.
As he aligned himself with your entranced he slowly worked his way inside. He watched as he eased inch by inch inside, the sight of your pussy swallowing him. His hands on your thighs as he held your legs open, your hands grabbing at his fingers as you tried to steady yourself.
Since his death you’ve never been with another not even after the birth of your son, Spider. Quaritch was the only man you’ve given yourself too and now was no different. Your body was already pushed over the limit of orgasms but this wasn’t like anything else, the burn of the stretch he was putting your pussy through.
“Fuck.. you’re so tight..” he forced out a grunt as he eased himself further into your heat. Once he was all the way inside, he ran his fingers over the bulge, seeing just how snug his cock was inside you. “Shit… you did so good.. taking all of me in this tiny body of yours.” Quaritch tilted his head as his ears turned up, eyes clouded with lust as he held back. “Mother of my son and this damn cunt is still s’tight.”
His words had your body shuddering, pussy clamping down tighter. “This body of yours.. is new to sex… your young virgin dick won’t last.” The unsuspected squeezing had Quaritch bucking forward just as your words were left grating his nerves. “Oh!” You cried out, the sensation overwhelming in every sense of the word. “Fuck me..” you choked out.
His grip on your thighs tightened as he pulled back only to push back in, each thrust insight your tight heat had his mind going numb. Your words played in his head, he wouldn’t last long. You felt so good wrapped around him, just as good as you felt back when he was human. “Fuck.. I don’t think I can let you go again.” Despite your cries of pleasure his words struck a nerve, Quaritch was far too gone.
Lost in the scent of you, his favorite smell, his Ike favorite memory.
He leaned forward, his body shielding yours from the word as he nuzzled his face back into your neck. Breathing in deeply, now that his sense of smell was better he got to smell every scent you had. Now mixed in with the woodsy tones of Pandora.
He couldn’t help the small grunt as he tipped over the edge of his orgasm, it left his body shuddering. Your tiny frame shook underneath him as he finished inside you the overflowing seed seeped from your cunt. Dribbling around the floor beneath you. “Still my favorite cunt to fuck.”
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