He has never been this desperate. No, never in his lifetime. Desperate to the point where he would fuck the tight of his fist every fucking night with just the thought of a woman. The thought of you, of all people.
Aged up!Lo’ak x Fem!Omatikaya!reader (freaturing: Aged up!Neteyam)
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ ▻ He has never been this desperate. No, never in his lifetime. Desperate to the point where he would fuck the tight of his fist every fucking night with just the thought of a woman. The thought of you, of all people.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(ꜱ) ▻ 18+ (DUH). Penetration (P in V). Cunnilingus. Jelousy. Brother's girlfriend type of shit. Cheating. Masterbating. Fucking and all that. ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ▻ 3.9k ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ▻ Kelku = Home | Tanhì = Star / Bioluminescent Freckle (it's such a cute pet name) | Paskalin = Sweet Berry/ Sweetheart.
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Author's Note: FIRST OF ALL, my baby Neteyam WOULD NEVER. This has been in my drafts for three damn years and this was previously a thor and Loki fic, but ummm nevermind. I love this idea of Lo'ak and Neteyam. Hope you enjoy reading this more than I did writing it!
From time to time, you catch his gaze and shoot a friendly smile. In return, he would shoot you a mischievous one.
It did not mean anything special. So you never put any meaning behind it, thinking it was just a friendly gesture that your boyfriend's brother would extend. But from Lo’ak’s perspective, though, it was more than that.
You never noticed how those gazes he cast at you held such intense longing and desire.
This is simply because it is not ideal to see Lo’ak like someone. Genuinely, for that matter, and with the intention to pursue, as he was always the bitter one.
The kind to mutter curses under his breath just by seeing a couple walk past him. The one to make a gagging noise when he witnesses one showing "too much" affection, such as:
Kissing in front of other people, holding hands, and even couples standing side by side gross him out. Grosses him out to the point where he would rather have someone he finds unbearable beside him and annoy the fuck out of him.
Melodramatic, bitter, and an asshole—there are more words to describe Lo’ak, but that's three of them. But that changed when, one good day, you sought uturu in their clan. Entering their lives as a stranger who seemed familiar enough to feel like a close friend.
You came alone at that time, and you were—different, to say the least. Maybe it was because you were from a different clan and were raised and lived life differently, and he tried to convince himself with that.
But there was just something about you that he couldn’t pinpoint.
Including the fact that you even piqued his brother's interest, Neteyam. Who, for the life of him, found it hard to find a mate in his own clan. Looking for someone specific who has to meet every quality on his checklist that he has imprinted in his mind. He searches for connection, moving beyond appearance and reputation. Leading to him being questioned for his decisions as he refused to even settle for a promised arrangement set by the warriors themselves and the Olo'eyktan, his own father.
Lo’ak was curious about the atmosphere that came with you. How can someone feel familiar even when they are only a stranger?
And he liked this about you—how you made him question things—but as always, he brushed it off, not wanting to be interrupted by some woman.
A woman who will most likely destroy his plans in wanting to stay as he is. A man who only likes the fun, but not the responsibilities of a relationship.
Everything was going exceptionally well until he noticed something in himself had changed.
The way he would look around when someone mentions your name.
The way he searched for you as he entered the communal eating area, he knew you'd be attending.
And the way he would glance at you, even when someone is trying to converse with him.
He tries to hide these things that he, himself, cannot refrain from doing. However, it does not go unnoticed. Especially by his sisters and Spider, and most of the people from his clan who aren't that oblivious.
As it seems, you and his brother are the only ones blinded to it. You were too focused on each other to care for other things. So, everything else that does not require both of your attention turns into a blur of fleeting moments.
One thing is certain, though, is that most women approach and talk to Lo'ak just to get fucked by him.
It is not a secret that sex is one of the things he was good at. Some women would even go to the lengths of kneeling and begging for a night with him.
***
The word got out between young women in the Omatikaya clan that Lo'ak was great at this specific thing. The said disseminated information all started when he fucked a woman into oblivion, even though it was his first.
All of it was done just right after he finished his iknimaya, when he turned into an adult. Along with the desire he had, Lo'ak decided to abuse this new title and power to his liking.
Since then, he spent most of his time bringing women wherever and whenever he wanted for a quick fuck. But, of course, not before, making them chase him and beg.
Not without feeding his already big ego.
That was the main difference between him and Neteyam. He wanted to have fun, while his brother was already looking for a life-long mate.
Boring, Lo'ak would say.
He has never been this desperate. No, never in his lifetime. Desperate to the point where he would fuck the tight of his fist every fucking night with just the thought of a woman. The thought of you, of all people.
Questions run in his head sometimes at the speed of light. He wonders if maybe you did something to him the day you arrived. It was getting too much that the thought of you alone ruins the way his life was going, his sex life, to be more specific.
And when he does have women wrapped around his finger, pleasuring him. Needless to say, his mind was occupied with you—all throughout the whole deed.
At the end of the day, he just kicks them out or leaves them in the forest like they're just some trash to throw and continue his day as if no such thing happened.
This also left those women in a state of confusion, often feeling dumbfounded.
Because the Lo'ak they knew usually gave them the best nights to spend, it was a give-and-take, as well as a little aftercare.
Even though the aftercare was not a generous one, full of love and genuine care, the difference was still noticeable, especially to those who had had him one too many times.
***
Here he is once again.
In the middle of the forest, away from the home of his clan, with another woman down on her knees, pleasuring him.
The woman underneath him gagged—her lips wrapped around his girth—as he began thrusting intensely into her mouth. The feeling of her warm mouth makes him groan profanities under his breath.
As this was happening, he thought to himself how good it would be to have you instead.
Looking down, his mind automatically pictures you. Gagging and struggling to take all of him. Your luscious lips opened as wide to accommodate his size, making him let out more groans, which are coaxed out for you to hear.
Then the woman under him—thinking those sounds are for her—takes over. Adding more effort in her movements, making him abruptly stop on his own pace, as she was desperate to taste his cum.
He made a face of distaste as he was interrupted. The vivid image that he created of you fading into the silence of his surroundings, occupied by the gagging sounds coming from underneath him.
And the more he looked down on her, the more disappointed he became. This is because it was not you.
With this realization, everything was not enough for Lo'ak, and it made him go back to thrusting into her mouth, all while holding on to her head for stability. Rage was crawling up his spine to his head, evident in every thrust he gave.
He was relentless, even when the woman’s eyes were filled with tears, and she started pushing him away from her as she was denied air.
"You can do it. Make me come." He hisses at last, grabbing the back of her head more tightly, and giving her a last languid thrust to push all his load inside her mouth.
After pulling out of her and fixing up his loincloth, he pushed her away from him, "Leave." He muttered once and for all—frustration laced in his voice.
In response, she stood up and stared at him.
"Are you deaf? I said leave," he hisses, still panting from his climax.
She's one of the huntresses, and they have been doing this for a while. This time, though, it was different. He was fueled with anger after he saw you with his brother.
You were wearing Omatikayan clothes. You were finally able to let go of the clothes you wore and made by your clan members, and you embraced the Omatikaya.
It suited you. It fit you like a vice, and he wanted to be the one to take it off you one day. He guessed that his brother had it made for you, or made it for you himself.
You looked so heavenly, and it bothered him as his brother held you closer to him that day.
That possessiveness did something to him, making him go rigid. This resulted in him pulling one of the women he knew would do anything for him as an outlet for his frustrations.
He knew it was wrong. It is wrong—it is just fucked up to lust over your brother's mate, especially knowing that they have a healthy and established relationship.
But it was something that could not be helped.
After he saw both you and Neteyam come out from your kelku, he followed you both. Not caring where you would end up.
There he witnessed it. You and Neteyam made love under the tree of voices. Your kurus connected—the tsaheylu performed, and the deed was done before Eywa.
You are now officially mated with his brother.
And he has this ache in his chest as he watches, hiding in the shadows of the trees.
The way you moved along with each other was so captivating that he couldn't find it in himself to look away. It made your love for each other known and felt.
Soft and passionate, quite the opposite of what he prefers, and he did not want to admit it, but he wanted that too.
There, he realized that his brother’s life choices were never to be questioned or shamed.
***
One night, though, you came to his kelku, crying. You were seeking his comfort. His warm embrace.
He was confused, but he welcomed you with open arms and offered you every inch of himself nonetheless. He did not know the root of your sadness and what made you come to him, but he was there, willing to listen once you were ready.
One thing that confuses him more is the fact that it would be more understandable if you came to Kiri or Tuk. But instead, you sought him out of all people.
He let you finish crying before asking anything. Only letting out whispers of reassurance and comfort, one of his hands rubbed comforting circles on your back, while the other brushed your hair back with his fingers.
His mind is not wandering elsewhere, as it was only focused on you.
You were vulnerable, and he was the one to witness it. And this filled his whole being with pride.
When he felt you pull away from him, he loosened his grip on you. Letting you move away from him, far enough for him to see your red and puffy eyes, face wet, and swollen lips that glistened with spit, making them look kissable. And close enough that he could still feel your breath fanning his neck.
Oh, Eywa. You were beautiful.
"What happened?" He asked in a hushed voice.
"Neteyam. I saw him with another."
He was shocked.
Neteyam? His big brother? You must have seen wrong.
Not only that, but you were mated for life—a union embraced by the entire clan, including his parents and Mo’at, despite your origins in a different tribe.
He was left speechless, but he kept his eyes on you. Then, he noticed your eyes shifting between his and his lips, to which he furrowed his brows in response. But he relaxed when he saw you lick yours and move an inch closer to him.
All of his questions and worries faded into oblivion when you started moving closer and closer, and not once did he stop you or make a sound of protest.
He even surprised himself when he leaned in to close the gap between you two. Your lips then met in a rushed kiss. His lips, hungry. As he accepted everything you offered him, including the taste of your salty tears.
It was odd.
He was out of his mind to agree to whatever this is. He may not have consented to this, verbally, but his body was speaking for him.
He was meeting your kisses with the same intensity. Fast and desperate. In one swift move, he pulled you closer to him with the arms that were still wrapped around you.
Once, he dreamt that this time would come, the time when he would be able to have you for himself. And he groaned to himself, pleased, as you let out your first sound.
It was muffled against the kiss, but it was just as he expected it. A soft, exquisite moan. He wished he could tattoo the ethereal sound onto his skin. Now, he yearned for more.
He would love to drown himself in the pretty moans you let out that are specifically coaxed by him.
It went on for so long, and not once did any of you come up for air.
Until he felt you shift in his arms, and felt your hands on him. Feeling for his loincloth, and once your hand found its way to his throbbing cock, you palmed him through it. And squeezed it to get a groan out of him.
Satisfied with his reaction, he felt you smile against the kiss. And you both pull away to look at each other with heaving breaths.
Without sharing words, only knowing glances. You were both now scrambling to take your clothes off. As fast as you both can, so you can go back to feel each other's warmth.
Once both of you are bare, skin exposed, and heads ringing with intense desire, you admire each other's bodies.
Dark shades of blue stripes spread in different patterns, marking the territory of your skin uniquely. Along with the Tanhí—bioluminescent stars covering your blue skins, twinkling as they radiate intense heat off your bodies.
Before pulling you into him once more, he first let his gaze wander.
He knew you could feel it piercing through every part just as he felt yours. Paying closer attention to your breasts, where his gaze lingered the longest, watching the way your nipples perked to the cold air brushing against you.
Noticing you shift uncomfortably as his stare gets more heated each second. Lo'ak let a soft smile appear on his face. "You look beautiful, Paskalin," he muttered under his breath, reassuringly.
"Come here," he continued, when he was done.
You moved closer to him, and you let him engulf you in his arms once more.
Without more time to spend, he resumed the heated kiss and slowly lay you down on his bed.
When he was sure that you felt comfortable lying under him, his kisses trailed down from your lips to your neck, to your breasts—where he gave each one a teasing suck, enough to make you let out those sounds that he loved—to your belly, then, down to your thighs.
He slid his thumb in between your slit. Spreading it so he can see you. The sight made him burn with lust—you were wet, and your entrance was enchanting, clamping down on nothing.
He couldn't take it anymore, and he licked a long stripe on your cunt, from your hole to your puffy clit.
You tasted just as he imagined. Sweet and just as succulent.
He moved to suck on your clit, all the while swiping his tongue over it, for extra friction, and he takes a mental note as you arched your back in response.
Those actions are repeated, and you gave him more of you. Your moans fill the room, not even bothering to be hidden. Your back was arching to the point that he had to use his forearm over your pelvis to hold you in place.
Here, he was as content as he could be.
Eating you out like it was just his first time. Giving his best as if his life had depended on it, just for a good impression.
"Lo'ak, I'm close, baby."
With that, the hand that was once holding onto your thigh, to keep it from closing, was now on your slit, feeling you. The flick of his tongue and the sucking made by his lips on your clit never falter as he inserts two of his fingers inside you. It slid beautifully. Considering how wet you were from your own slick, along with his saliva.
He did not pump his fingers in and out; he just curled them upwards to hit that special spot inside of you.
Earning him a gasp and a hitch in your breath, and he smiled at that.
He kept doing it until he assumed that the tension in your abdomen was too much to bear and just needed to be released.
Basing every conclusion he drew on the way you responded to him.
And that's exactly what you did. You released it along with the beautiful sounds that came out of you.
A mix of praises, profanities, and his name.
Lo'ak, on the other hand, did not even feel it, but he came along with you.
He was fucked.
What the fuck was happening to him?
He usually lasted long, as he had great control over this specific thing. Now, he has finished? With no direct contact on his cock, just the floor underneath him and his fingers and face buried in your cunt.
He brushed this thought away and waited until you came down from your high before, sliding up your body. Cock in hand, wet from his own cum.
In response, you smiled as you came face-to-face with him. "You did so well. I never expected that from you."
“So well? Better than Neteyam?” Lo'ak thought selfishly.
"Why not?" He asked instead.
You did not give him a verbal answer, but you shrugged your shoulders after a little while.
He just smirked at that, thinking it to be adorable.
And with your legs and strength, you wrapped it around his waist and pulled him closer to you. Closing the gap between your bodies, not leaving any room for hesitation. Lo'ak was surprised by this and went along with it, asking, "Can I put it in?"
Showing you the real him. Lo’ak, "straight to the point," Sully. Impatience was gnawing at his very being at this point as he awaited your response. But he loved that you were giving in to him at the speed that he liked.
Once you nodded your consent, he entered you slowly. His eyes focused on your face, unwavering even though his body couldn't fight the urge to roll his own eyes at the mere part of him sliding inside you.
You were tight, and he wanted to stuff you full of him.
He watched as your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes lost their focus, and your lips parted into a gasp. And he enjoyed it. Every single bit of detail as he continued to push all his length inside you.
"Lo'ak, fuck—you're so fucking big, baby."
The tight grip of your cunt made him feel like his soul was being sucked. Sending him into a blur of overwhelming pleasure and coaxing a moan out of his mouth.
As he let you adjust to him, he felt you shift under him.
In a glimpse of seconds, you were now on top of him. He was surprised by this; his eyebrows dared to escape his face, and his mouth parted with a gasp escaping from him.
You giggled before capturing his lips with yours once more, and you began to ground your hips against his.
He did not have the time to talk and laugh along with you, as every movement you created with your hips sent wonderful sensations to his cock. His mind was only filled with a cloud of pleasure as you gave him your all. Moving your hips as you catch a race towards both your climax.
And when he felt you slowly lose your rhythm, which brought him back to his consciousness, he held onto your hips as a response and helped you, his hips slowly moving against yours too.
Profanities escaped both your lips, including other incoherent things, as your hips synchronized in a rhythm that felt almost ethereal.
This softness lasted long enough for Lo'ak to crave more.
Using the hands that he once placed on your hips, he pulled you up. You were now closer than ever. His face is now buried between your mounds, your smell filling his nose, and his view covered by mere darkness.
With the opportunity presented before him, he veered his head to put a nipple in his mouth. Sucking on it. Keeping his eyes closed, savoring it.
While all of that was happening, just right after he pulled you up to him, he maginificently had managed to plant his feet on the ground and thrust up into you. Never wasting a single second, and let the built-up tension in your abdomen disappear.
In no time, he had found the right pattern of thrusts that made your thighs tremble against him and had you gripping his arms more tightly.
Oh, he was so close to releasing, and he hopes that you are too.
He thinks to himself, liking the idea of finishing together.
As he continued, his pace unrelenting, he heard his name being called repeatedly, but it barely reached him.
Ramming into you as if his sanity depended on it. And he held you tighter, switching between your two nipples, and feeding into his sick desires.
Not until that voice neared.
It became clearer who it belonged to.
Although he could still hear your sweet whimpers, it was not yours. It was not the sounds of pleasure that inevitably escaped your pretty lips.
It was his brother's, Neteyam.
Just right outside his kelku.
"Lo'ak!" Louder now.
With that, he finally stopped, pulling out of you as he realized what he had done. His eyes were still squeezed shut, but for a different reason. His ears are now welcoming other sounds that come from his surroundings. From his reality. Including the deep, rapid breaths he let out, caused by the activity he was doing.
He's now more fucked. He's out for trouble.
With panic striking every nerve in his body, he finally opened his eyes. When he did, he watched the scene unfold before him. Along with the thoughts running through his mind about what he could do to solve this situation, he was in.
And he was met with his thighs, belly, and hands drenched and glistening from all the load he released. His tip is red and angry, craving friction and release. Especially now that he was denied orgasm.
But the thing he searched for the most was gone. Your warmth. Including the sounds that once filled every corner of his kelku dissolved along with the constant silence of his home.
Making him realize that his pantings were the only thing that was real, as well as his brother's call.
One thing can be concluded from this, he was once again fucking the tight of his fist to the thought of you.
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(You struggled to get wet and decided to pay your favorite doctor a visit.)
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Author's Note: I wrote this at school, then this specific thought came to mind. It's not professional at all, but I will die for the thought of Ma Jake fingering me to no end. This is just in a different scenario and role—and it's driving me insane. This man looks so fucking fine. I need him in ways even I cannot fathom. LOL just joking (no, I'm not). Anyways, if you do aspire to become a doctor, don't ever attempt to pull this shit. You'll lose your license, or worse, you'll get arrested for this lol. But I'm just fulfilling my fantasy here, y'all stay safe tho.
"Why are you here today?" Jake asked, looking professional and neat. His blue skin contrasted with the white coat he wore and the mask that was covering his beautiful face.
Jake Sully. Your favorite Doctor.
"I'm here for a consultation and check-up, probably. I've been finding it hard to get wet lately." Direct to the point. But the response was trailing into a quieter volume—as bold as you were, you were still embarrassed about the situation at hand.
"Is there anything else other than that?" Looking down at you, when you invited yourself in and sat on the examining table, "You can be open about it." He urged, staring at you with curious eyes.
"I think it's because I masturbate too often and I don't give my vagina a break." You paused and let out an exasperated sigh before continuing, "Even if I spend a lot of time on foreplay, nothing comes out."
Not letting up to your nerves and the thoughts that made you think twice, a forced smile was plastered on your face as you waited for your doctor’s response.
Humming in approval, he took down more notes.
"May you please lie down and take off your pants? I'll check it myself."
You did just that.
You didn't know going to the doctors would be this embarrassing. Your dignity peeled off your being along with the pants that you took off yourself.
Now, you were lying down, exposed. Legs wide open with the intent to get diagnosed. The façade that you wore was now wearing off as reality was hitting you. What's between your thighs, open for everyone to see— for him to see.
As you wait, nervously, latex gloves could be heard in the silence that clung to the clinic's atmosphere. The tension was thick as the heat that was in your body, longing for a single touch that leads to release.
Sitting down in front of you, your cunt occupying his view, he spread your legs wider. "Is it okay if I stimulate you? I need to see what happens when there is friction applied to your clit."
"Yes—um, okay."
His latex-covered fingers slowly found their way on your vagina. A particular one, on your clit, and he began circling the tip of his digit against it.
When unsatisfied with your lack of reaction to the touch, he slightly pulled away and tried again. This time, he made use of his fingers from the other hand. Pulling the hood of your clit, before creating friction with the other.
At the feeling of it—the warmth of his touch, you sighed. The pleasure was felt even more now. The bundle of nerves, more exposed than ever—more sensitive than before.
The way he was working on you made you want to close your thighs.
It was unbearably good. But the pace was killing you. It was too slow to aim for a release—this really was just a test.
“Can you tell me how that feels?”
With your eyebrows furrowed, you looked down to where he was and answered, “It feels good, this was better than the one before—“ you were cut off.
He pressed down more on it and created a different rhythm of tight circles—as if he read whatever was on your mind earlier—making you choke down a moan.
“What was that?” Your doctor innocently asked.
You repeated everything, trying to seem unfazed by this whole situation.
Thoughts circled your mind as this went on. Thoughts about this doctor in front of you, fucking you mercilessly. With his fingers that are currently teasing you and his cock that you hope is throbbing at the sight of you. Eating you out. Bending you over this very table and teasing, touching, fucking you into oblivion.
You wanted to shake it off as it wasn't really professional, or appropriate for that matter, to enjoy whatever this is in a way that would lead to sinful things.
But the breaths you let out were becoming ragged and heavy, and it doesn't go unnoticed by your doctor. "I can see you're close, and I can see that there is arousal coming out." Pointed out by the said doctor, before he withdrew his hand from you, denying you orgasm.
Jake stood up and took off his gloves.
He was done, and there was nothing to be questioned and diagnosed; everything was normal except for the wetness that seeped out of you, waiting to be used.
Letting out a sharp exhale, you regained your lost composure. And as you were about to follow him up, he pushed you back down.
"Did you really come here to consult or did you just want to tease me, woman?" he let out with a chuckle. His mask was now off, and you could see the way his face turned into a scowl, and the white coat that made him look like a real doctor was now lying somewhere on the floor.
As the last words had left his mouth, your eyes had wandered all over his now bare body, and your gaze stopped at where his bulge sits—restrained by the confines of his loincloth. It was hard. You can see the outline of it, and it was huge.
You were not able to mutter an answer as you were occupied by the sight of him.
Using his huge arm, he pushed you back down on the table, and he sat back down once again. Back to the position when he was still your doctor, checking you for abnormalities.
“You’re wet from this?” He groaned as his digits, now bare, went to your slit and are now feeling the slick your body had produced. You were wetter now, the sight of him took effect on you.
Desire now lingered within you, more consuming than before.
You hummed as a response and watched as his face drew closer to your aching heat.
Enjoying the sight before you, and the feeling of his fingers teasing your hole, you were now filled with anticipation. And as you squirmed beneath him, with the attempts of thrusting your hips to capture his mouth, he inserted a finger in. A finger that he didn’t hesitate to curl up, coaxing the most reaction from you, yet.
As this went on, you thought about how different it felt from the way you do yours, but it was so good. The pleasure you felt was then elevated into a more stimulating one as his flat tongue came in contact with your puffy clit.
His tongue was slightly rough, and it created a beautiful sensation as it went back and forth on your bundle of nerves. Then, with no more time to spend, he went from lapping on you to sucking you.
The suction of his lips made you let out a cry that had no intention of being hidden.
You felt as if you were losing yourself with each suck of his mouth, lick of his tongue, and each curl and pump of his fingers.
As he smugly grinned, he stood up to stand by your side. Never once stopping with his finger-fucking.
When you realized an opportunity presented itself beside you, you reached a hand out to cup his cock. It was so hard, and you longed to suck it.
He closed his eyes and groaned. In response to your bold move, he wriggled in another girthy finger, eliciting another reaction from you that made his cock throb against your palm.
With two fingers inside you now, your climax was coming to a close. The feeling of tightness in your lower abdomen was getting more unbearable, as your moans were breaking along with each stroke he offered.
You knew he could feel it. Feel how your walls had clamped down on him as you could see how he struggled to push back into you.
And with the last moan of his name, you came. This time, he did not deny you the pleasure of finishing. But, he continued to fuck you, his pace not wavering. Not even when you grabbed his arm and put a tight grip on it, begging him to stop.
It was getting too much, and he was enjoying this. Satisfaction shone in his eyes and across his face.
Then suddenly, he stilled. Filling you to the brim. His fingers engulfed in your warm cunt.
He was not pulling out of you and pushing back in. He just stayed in there.
As the tension in your abdomen was fading along with a whine of protest coming from you, he curled his fingers upwards and uncurled them. The suddenness of this move felt even better as it hit that sensitive, spongy spot inside you.
He did this repeatedly until everything you once felt was coming down on you again.
Blinded by the feeling, you took it upon yourself to hold both your thighs open—taking everything he could give you. Gripping them and keeping them spread as wide as you could before moaning out, "fuck— I'm so close."
That was the last coherent thing you were able to let out. The rest being the pretty moans coaxed out of you, and the inexorable, vigorous thrusts of his fingers.
Then, you came again. With legs trembling. And the slick that seeped out of you dripping down your ass to the table where you lay.
In a swift motion and in a calm manner, he eased his fingers from your warm cunt.
He then strode away, with you watching him carefully, lifting the coat long forgotten on the floor. Where he dragged your slick across the fabric before slipping it on and fixing himself.
After he was done, he turned to face you.
“Okay, you’re done. All is well. You are responding, and most of all, you have arousal—you did not find it hard to get wet. But give it some rest sometimes and come back here as soon as you can.”
The coat he now wore made all the difference. From the way he talked to you and how he looked at you. It was as if he didn’t make you finish twice, with both his fingers and mouth.
He was your doctor again. Professional as ever.
With a heaving breath, you sat up, speechless. There were so many questions in your head, but one stood out and left you wondering, which got you to ask.
“Why do I need to come back?”
“For a follow-up check-up.” He said with knowing eyes and continued, “You know how it goes, Doc.”
***
He was studying you with cautious eyes, waiting for any violent reactions from you, but all he got was silence. He was growing worried each second as he assumed your state was from processing what just happened.
Not until you finally broke your character and let out a laugh, to which he followed along. A nervous chuckle broke out of him.
"Was that okay?" He asked, picking up the pants you had discarded earlier and assisting you when you tried standing up. Needing a sort of reassurance.
"You did great." Giving him a peck, relying on the tight grip he had on your waist as your legs trembled from the orgasms he gave you.
Laughter was inevitable, coaxed out of the pair of you, and it began to falter as your eyes met his. Lighthearted, it was. Making him realize that maybe he did not do too badly.
He felt so proud of the compliment you gave. And this eased any hesitation and worry he had.
Roleplay is not his forte, and he warned you about this beforehand. But despite this, he still tried to give you what you want.
Learning medical jargon that you use in your everyday vocabulary. Learning the ways in which you acted normally at work, being a doctor, and providing healthcare for your patients. But that clearly left his mind when he was reminded of the purpose he was doing all these for.
It was fun. Clearly, unprofessional if done in real scenarios. But it was between you and him. A wife and a husband. A wife with fantasies and a husband who wants to fulfill them.
He did not even notice your hand snaking in between your bodies, finding its way to his cock. Cock that he assumed was already hard from everything that happened.
In response, he just smiled. Said smile growing wider each second.
Oh, he's finally going to get his sweet promised reward.
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Just came back from work. Opened Tumblr to read some works of art. Got a notification that jakes-usedwater posted. Looked at what's up. Uy, Jake Sully smut? Heck YEa. Nag go pa ko sa kitchen para kumuha ng snacks. Sat on the couch and made myself comfy. Then read this. I luv ts.
I love that you gave me a sort of narrative report. HAHAHAHHAAHHA I'M SO GLAD IT'S TO YOUR LIKINGGGGGG. I'll be waiting for your dm, though. It's always open.
Feel free to complain all you want. I love love feedbacks as well so please, GIVE ME IT. Anyways, I miss chatting with you, Lovely!!! Rest well as well! Ang saya ko kase holiday sa tuesday Lol HHAAHHAHAHA. SANA MASAYA KA DINNNN BABYGIRLLLL
LOL, college is killing meeeeee. But, hey, I came back HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
While I was struggling, I realized just how much I miss writing and interacting with youuuu and certain friends from tumblr. It even got to the point where I opened my long abandoned account and read every work I published (it sucked, wtf) and every interaction I had on there. AND I JUST HAD THIS URGE TO GO BACK.
One day, I had enough and well, HERE I AM HAHAHAHAHA writing and all that. I'm having the time of my life, btw. Writing being one of the only ways I can do to let my frustrations out. Lol.
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ ▻ Playing different roles to fulfill one's fantasies.
(You struggled to get wet and decided to pay your favorite doctor a visit.)
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(ꜱ) ▻ smut (DUH). ROLEPLAY (I didn't want to reveal it like that, but ok). Doctor x Patient. Fingering. Lil bit of cunnilingus. non-consensual (kind of). If this specific scenario makes you uncomfortable, please don't read it. ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ▻ 2,081
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Author's Note: I was at school, then this specific thought came to mind. Then... I just felt the NEED to write it. It's not professional at all, but I will die for the thought of Ma Jake fingering me to no end. This is just in a different scenario and role—and it's driving me insane. This man looks so fucking fine. I need him in ways even I cannot fathom. LOL. Just joking (no, I'm not). Anyways, if you do aspire to become a doctor, don't ever attempt to pull this shit. You'll lose your license, or worse, you'll get arrested for this lol. But I'm just fulfilling my fantasy here, y'all stay safe tho.
"Why are you here today?" Jake asked, looking professional and neat. His blue skin contrasted with the white coat he wore and the mask that was covering his beautiful face.
Jake Sully. Your favorite Doctor.
"I'm here for a consultation and check-up, probably. I've been finding it hard to get wet lately." Direct to the point. But the response was trailing into a quieter volume—as bold as you were, you were still embarrassed about the situation at hand.
"Is there anything else other than that?" Looking down at you, when you invited yourself in and sat on the examining table, "You can be open about it." He urged, staring at you with curious eyes.
"I think it's because I masturbate too often and I don't give my vagina a break." You paused and let out an exasperated sigh before continuing, "Even if I spend a lot of time on foreplay, nothing comes out."
Not letting up to your nerves and the thoughts that made you think twice, a forced smile was plastered on your face as you waited for your doctor’s response.
Humming in approval, he took down more notes.
"May you please lie down and take off your pants? I'll check it myself."
You did just that.
You didn't know going to the doctors would be this embarrassing. Your dignity peeled off your being along with the pants that you took off yourself.
Now, you were lying down, exposed. Legs wide open with the intent to get diagnosed. The façade that you wore was now wearing off as reality was hitting you. What's between your thighs, open for everyone to see— for him to see.
As you wait, nervously, latex gloves could be heard in the silence that clung to the clinic's atmosphere. The tension was thick as the heat that was in your body, longing for a single touch that leads to release.
Sitting down in front of you, your cunt occupying his view, he spread your legs wider. "Is it okay if I stimulate you? I need to see what happens when there is friction applied to your clit."
"Yes—um, okay."
His latex-covered fingers slowly found their way on your vagina. A particular one, on your clit, and he began circling the tip of his digit against it.
When unsatisfied with your lack of reaction to the touch, he slightly pulled away and tried again. This time, he made use of his fingers from the other hand. Pulling the hood of your clit, before creating friction with the other.
At the feeling of it—the warmth of his touch, you sighed. The pleasure was felt even more now. The bundle of nerves, more exposed than ever—more sensitive than before.
The way he was working on you made you want to close your thighs.
It was unbearably good. But the pace was killing you. It was too slow to aim for a release—this really was just a test.
“Can you tell me how that feels?”
With your eyebrows furrowed, you looked down to where he was and answered, “It feels good, this was better than the one before—“ you were cut off.
He pressed down more on it and created a different rhythm of tight circles—as if he read whatever was on your mind earlier—making you choke down a moan.
“What was that?” Your doctor innocently asked.
You repeated everything, trying to seem unfazed by this whole situation.
Thoughts circled your mind as this went on. Thoughts about this doctor in front of you, fucking you mercilessly. With his fingers that are currently teasing you and his cock that you hope is throbbing at the sight of you. Eating you out. Bending you over this very table and teasing, touching, fucking you into oblivion.
You wanted to shake it off as it wasn't really professional, or appropriate for that matter, to enjoy whatever this is in a way that would lead to sinful things.
But the breaths you let out were becoming ragged and heavy, and it doesn't go unnoticed by your doctor. "I can see you're close, and I can see that there is arousal coming out." Pointed out by the said doctor, before he withdrew his hand from you, denying you orgasm.
Jake stood up and took off his gloves.
He was done, and there was nothing to be questioned and diagnosed; everything was normal except for the wetness that seeped out of you, waiting to be used.
Letting out a sharp exhale, you regained your lost composure. And as you were about to follow him up, he pushed you back down.
"Did you really come here to consult or did you just want to tease me, woman?" he let out with a chuckle. His mask was now off, and you could see the way his face turned into a scowl, and the white coat that made him look like a real doctor was now lying somewhere on the floor.
As the last words had left his mouth, your eyes had wandered all over his now bare body, and your gaze stopped at where his bulge sits—restrained by the confines of his loincloth. It was hard. You can see the outline of it, and it was huge.
You were not able to mutter an answer as you were occupied by the sight of him.
Using his huge arm, he pushed you back down on the table, and he sat back down once again. Back to the position when he was still your doctor, checking you for abnormalities.
“You’re wet from this?” He groaned as his digits, now bare, went to your slit and are now feeling the slick your body had produced. You were wetter now, the sight of him took effect on you.
Desire now lingered within you, more consuming than before.
You hummed as a response and watched as his face drew closer to your aching heat.
Enjoying the sight before you, and the feeling of his fingers teasing your hole, you were now filled with anticipation. And as you squirmed beneath him, with the attempts of thrusting your hips to capture his mouth, he inserted a finger in. A finger that he didn’t hesitate to curl up, coaxing the most reaction from you, yet.
As this went on, you thought about how different it felt from the way you do yours, but it was so good. The pleasure you felt was then elevated into a more stimulating one as his flat tongue came in contact with your puffy clit.
His tongue was slightly rough, and it created a beautiful sensation as it went back and forth on your bundle of nerves. Then, with no more time to spend, he went from lapping on you to sucking you.
The suction of his lips made you let out a cry that had no intention of being hidden.
You felt as if you were losing yourself with each suck of his mouth, lick of his tongue, and each curl and pump of his fingers.
As he smugly grinned, he stood up to stand by your side. Never once stopping with his finger-fucking.
When you realized an opportunity presented itself beside you, you reached a hand out to cup his cock. It was so hard, and you longed to suck it.
He closed his eyes and groaned. In response to your bold move, he wriggled in another girthy finger, eliciting another reaction from you that made his cock throb against your palm.
With two fingers inside you now, your climax was coming to a close. The feeling of tightness in your lower abdomen was getting more unbearable, as your moans were breaking along with each stroke he offered.
You knew he could feel it. Feel how your walls had clamped down on him as you could see how he struggled to push back into you.
And with the last moan of his name, you came. This time, he did not deny you the pleasure of finishing. But, he continued to fuck you, his pace not wavering. Not even when you grabbed his arm and put a tight grip on it, begging him to stop.
It was getting too much, and he was enjoying this. Satisfaction shone in his eyes and across his face.
Then suddenly, he stilled. Filling you to the brim. His fingers engulfed in your warm cunt.
He was not pulling out of you and pushing back in. He just stayed in there.
As the tension in your abdomen was fading along with a whine of protest coming from you, he curled his fingers upwards and uncurled them. The suddenness of this move felt even better as it hit that sensitive, spongy spot inside you.
He did this repeatedly until everything you once felt was coming down on you again.
Blinded by the feeling, you took it upon yourself to hold both your thighs open—taking everything he could give you. Gripping them and keeping them spread as wide as you could before moaning out, "fuck— I'm so close."
That was the last coherent thing you were able to let out. The rest being the pretty moans coaxed out of you, and the inexorable, vigorous thrusts of his fingers.
Then, you came again. With legs trembling. And the slick that seeped out of you dripping down your ass to the table where you lay.
In a swift motion and in a calm manner, he eased his fingers from your warm cunt.
He then strode away, with you watching him carefully, lifting the coat long forgotten on the floor. Where he dragged your slick across the fabric before slipping it on and fixing himself.
After he was done, he turned to face you.
“Okay, you’re done. All is well. You are responding, and most of all, you have arousal—you did not find it hard to get wet. But give it some rest sometimes and come back here as soon as you can.”
The coat he now wore made all the difference. From the way he talked to you and how he looked at you. It was as if he didn’t make you finish twice, with both his fingers and mouth.
He was your doctor again. Professional as ever.
With a heaving breath, you sat up, speechless. There were so many questions in your head, but one stood out and left you wondering, which got you to ask.
“Why do I need to come back?”
“For a follow-up check-up.” He said with knowing eyes and continued, “You know how it goes, Doc.”
***
He was studying you with cautious eyes, waiting for any violent reactions from you, but all he got was silence. He was growing worried each second as he assumed your state was from processing what just happened.
Not until you finally broke your character and let out a laugh, to which he followed along. A nervous chuckle broke out of him.
"Was that okay?" He asked, picking up the pants you had discarded earlier and assisting you when you tried standing up. Needing a sort of reassurance.
"You did great." Giving him a peck, relying on the tight grip he had on your waist as your legs trembled from the orgasms he gave you.
Laughter was inevitable, coaxed out of the pair of you, and it began to falter as your eyes met his. Lighthearted, it was. Making him realize that maybe he did not do too badly.
He felt so proud of the compliment you gave. And this eased any hesitation and worry he had.
Roleplay is not his forte, and he warned you about this beforehand. But despite this, he still tried to give you what you want.
Learning medical jargon that you use in your everyday vocabulary. Learning the ways in which you acted normally at work, being a doctor, and providing healthcare for your patients. But that clearly left his mind when he was reminded of the purpose he was doing all these for.
It was fun. Clearly, unprofessional if done in real scenarios. But it was between you and him. A wife and a husband. A wife with fantasies and a husband who wants to fulfill them.
He did not even notice your hand snaking in between your bodies, finding its way to his cock. Cock that he assumed was already hard from everything that happened.
In response, he just smiled. Said smile growing wider each second.
Oh, he's finally going to get his sweet promised reward.
I do not consent for any of my works to be copied, translated, or posted on any platform, even with credits. By works, I mean all I post, including the stories I write, the dialogues/chats, as well as the photos/headers that I edited myself, etc.
