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á´á´ÉŞĘÉŞÉ´É˘ęą : recom!miles quaritch â fem!reader
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ɢá´É´Ęá´ / á´Ąá´ĘÉ´ÉŞÉ´É˘ęą : SMUT, no plot, Quaritch got a breeding kink, masturbation with an audience, teasing, vaginal sex, mentions of oral sex, choking? ( Quaritch receiving it, I am FERAL when it comes to those dog tags of hisâ) unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, explicit language
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a/n : Well⌠this is unexplainable, lol. One of my first times writing smut for Quaritch â for any big blue alien, lol𼲠Imma admit, I didnât see him in this way at the beginning but the more I watched the movie, the more I realized he had no right being this FINEđ anyways, im getting this out the way so I can continue with Neteyamâs series !!! Enjoy !!! <33
âDarlinâ, jusâ move yer hand fâme. Câmonââ The rather swollen lower lip of Quaritchâs lolled once more between his teeth. The corners of his mouth had elevated into a smirk. One that brought a prominent twinkle to his gold hues, one that clashed with the silver around his neck, dog tags dangling across his chiseled pecs down to the planes of his stomach. Of course, the breathing mask was also dangling his neck, but it seemed to be long forgotten by the recom with every breath he stole from you.
Constricting was the word to describe his lengthy abdomen, for the way he restrained himself with his entire abnormal strength from plunging forward into your tiny entrance, and the assistance of the small facilityâs dim lights and perspiration coating his azure tones sent another jolt down to your stomach.
âM-Miles, baby, itâs not gonna go inââ
A âtskâ hissed from between his teeth, lips puckering in that feigning disappointing manner, and a deep exhale emerged from you. The pink flesh of your walls fluttered around the imperceptible even though Quaritchâs plump, softly glowing tip stroked at your entrance, your small hands applying the slightest of pressure to his lower stomach.Â
His head couldnât help but tilt in wonder while a dimple showed between his brows. Really, he could just ignore your commentary, ignore the way the small length of your fingers pushed at his lower stomach in order to keep him from moving forward and use his much stronger force. But how could he ignore that cute panic striking your eyes? He couldnât be that harsh with you.
So instead, the large expanse of his thumb reached to gently push your jaw up to look at him. â âTâs always the same thing with you, cupcake. Sayinâ it wonât go in, and yet evâry time, it does.â
Another lustful glaze of honey spiraled over his irises, making their shade darker, sponging those now dilating pupils of his as he glanced down your bare body and disheveled attire. His stupidly large hands and sharp canines had torn it to pieces, until your breasts were liberated and your weeping hole clenched from the cool air.
Your round eyes couldnât evict from analyzing every tiny detail of his breathtaking face; at the way those lines upon his forehead wrinkled with his stifled grunts, how his brow quirked as his golden gaze devoured your every curve, at how his smiling mouth was moistened with your essence and was a reminder to how mere seconds ago, that feline-like tongue of his was between your legs, deliriously assaulting your clit, that Cheshire Cat smile sprawled across his face as he looked up at your crumbled expression.
The luminous freckles across his cheeks and flat nose were shining even more with his sweat and your slick, and the ones trailing down the lean length of his body glittered and entranced you.Â
His features were sinister, lips curling over his teeth while the rest remained hard. âI wonât repeat myself, cupcake; move. Your. Hand.â His honed incisors found their spot below your jawline, finding the faint puncture theyâd left minutes ago and enhanced the mark once more as they sank in.
That was when your jaw went slack, lips shaping a pretty âOâ while the smallness of your palms pressed over the nape of his damp neck, fingers winding over the curve of his head.
Quaritch inundated every one of your senses; his scent wavered your atmosphere, his ridiculously long frame lumbering and hiding your petite one from any otherâs vision, the coolness of his dog tags grazing the sensitive flesh of your breasts and equally as biting as the way his canines did.Â
Heat liquified through your entire body, walls elongating beyond constructing capacity the second your cunt consumed him entirely. âF-fuckââ
Quaritch thrusted forward, half of his widthful cock disappearing between your legs, and the tiny bed below created a screeching creak from the act. A dribble of sweat shun between his brows as he grunted a low cuss word, teeth grinding together at the way your little cunt tightened around him. â almosâ âere, doll, almosâ âere.â he crooned, thumb rising to stroke the damp locks over your temple, eliciting a muffled whimper from your throat.
Inhaling another sharp breath, glowing orbs peered into yours and with a small bob of your head, the other half of his shaft soon followed until his pelvis hovered over yours. All 10 plus inches stretching you out. Those eyes of his were blown out now as he stared down, being met with a subtle, so very subtle curve shadowing the flesh of your upper stomach â not only his eyes were abroad but so was that smirk of his as his hand went over the expanse of your belly, the outer shape of his cock, calloused fingertips grazing over the swollen flesh.Â
âWell, wouldja look at that beautyâŚainât it darlinâ?â
 Ever so lightly he pushed down, and when he did, whine after whine flew up your lungs. He didnât dare to move though, not until you gave him the green signal that he could, giving you time to modify and gain control of your inhales and exhales.
Quaritch was no better though, not while he stroked the bulge within your lower abdomen, not while you tried pulling him even closer, sputtering out a low chuckle and jittered breath before raising his mask to take another deep and long inhale. â âN here ya thought it wouldnât go inââ
He was cut off by the way your dainty hand winded around the loose silver drooping across his chest, wrapping it tightly around each length of your fingers until inches away from the base of his throat. His eyes widened at the sight of yours; round, devoured with lust. âFuck me, Quaritch.â
His rasped chuckle pulsated through your insides, and a low groan erupted past his mouth when you squeezed around him as the octave of his mocking laughter picked within the deepest parts of you. âPatience, darlinâ. Donât wanna ruin little you if ya donât give both of us a minuteââÂ
His voice faded amongst the thick air, words caught in his throat with every twist and wind his dog tags made, clinking faintly against the other as your knuckles were practically burying against the blue flesh of his throat, nearly leaving no passage for air to transmit through.
âWell ainât ya a pretty bratââ
You huffed, hands releasing his necklace and pushed him away. This caused Quaritch to stumble and lose his balance, knees digging into the delicate mattress and hoisting himself up as you slid away from him, tight cunt releasing him with a wet pop that made the both of you moan out loud. He was about to protest as to why you moved, why you turned away from him but all he could do was let his eyes follow the way you got on your knees, follow the way the pretty arch of your back descended down to the curve of your ass; so round, so fucking eye capturing and mouth watering that he has to restrain himself from craning forward to take a sharp bite.
You felt him watching, felt the way those amber irises flickered into specks that soon flowed through you, gathering and igniting down your body and between your thighs as they rubbed together to add friction to the burn. Reaching next to the bedside, you had to prop yourself on your forearms in order to grab what you desired, leaving your whole ass up in the air and in perfect display for the avatar.Â
Ears chirped high, tail lashing in anticipation the more you arched, abdomen pressed into the white sheets. His palm had slithered down his stomach, fingers wrapping themselves around his cock and tightening at the base when your adorable fingers reached back and parted the globes of your ass, parting them so fucking prettily until both your holes were calling out to him.
âRuin me, Quaritch.âÂ
âWell Iâll be damnedâŚâ Lithe and swift was his movement as he rose up, and even on his knees his large body still lurched over you when he scooted closer, not caring for the bedâs possible break and the sound of his palm meeting your ass blocked out the creaking. âWhatever occurred to âwonât go inâ, huh?â He taunted you, yet you had felt him align himself once more, tip kissing your awaiting hole. He couldnât help but slip in just an inch for the way you were drenched. Slick were your puffy lips, cascading down the inner angles of your thighs. Quaritch thought a little teasing never hurt anyone, so he was quick to slide out as soon as he slid in.
Desperate little thing you were, squirming and winding your hips back for his touch, the inhuman blaze of his body mingling with yours. You couldnât help but whine at the way his fat tip did nothing more than graze along your pussy lips, teasing right over your clit.
It hurt , it ached terribly, the sexual frustration that consumed you. âMiles,â you muttered, the call of his name ending with a whine when a single digit of his â not enough to occupy the space of his cock but lengthy enough to stretch you completely out â swirled in, the pad rubbing over your adhesive, soft walls. âSomethinâ wrong, doll?â
His arrogant voice wouldâve conflicted you if it werenât for the way his accent thickened. He took pleasure in this, smug in the way your walls became one with his thick finger, watching the way you fell apart for him; wearily moaning, pussy drooling with no shame. Not a proper fuck yet and here you were, small silhouette disintegrating amongst his touch.
The very touch of his within you that soon turned into two fingers, slow at sliding in and out with the assistance of his dick.
âQuaritch. Enough with the games.â
Nothing but another chuckle huffed out, amused at the way you moved, already scheming and toy with your pretty pussy for as long as he wanted, and you caught onto this. Screw his damn schemes.
His mouth pursed in distaste at the way you perched forward and away from his shining tip. But all he could do was roll his broad shoulder back as he tried peering at what it was that you were doing, with his throbbing cock in his hold.Â
His head slightly inclined to the side as he watched something come into your hold. âWhacha got there, sweetheart?â
You disregarded his question and turned over, back beautifully curling against the bedsheets and legs bent to the air, parting as far as they would allow you to. Quaritchâs nose sharply inhaled, throat being greeted with every droplet of drool collecting in his mouth at the sight of you; the pillar of your throat exposing the blemished flesh there ( thanks to his truly), head tossed back with your face tilted to the ceiling yet eyes hidden beneath closed lids. The roomâs small scale of space only lets the sounds of your breathing enter its atmosphere.
Until the hum of the vibrating device in your hands was featured. Quaritchâs attention was punctured to it, allured to the way you slowly brought it lower with each second.
âI wouldnât do that if I were yaââ
Oh but he wasnât. And you would. Quaritch â knelt on your bed that nearly met its breaking point â was disposed of all for a cruddy toy thatâs mushed up against your clit.
The merciless celerity muggled the liquid pouring from your cunt, seeping through every direction and Quaritch watched in awe at the way it all came into little crystalline spheres, trickling down and pooling into an entire puddle within the disheveled sheets.
This is what you wanted from him, what you needed from him; to give you the immense pleasure this silly toy was providing for you. Yet you had to admit it was enjoyable, the way Quaritchâs sharp gaze stayed fixated on your abused clit, a twitch of his eye giving you the satisfaction that he desired to be the one making you feel this good. He desired to be the one you crumbled apart for; the one that precious pussy got demolished to. But he knew forbearance was never an easy task for you, or better yet he should know this. You werenât in it for his foolish games at the moment.
âDesperate little thing ya are, eh?â
A coherent rejoin spewed from your lips, no sense to your words whatsoever and this made him grin widely. The bed screeched once more, this time with Quaritchâs back flat against the wall but not before bringing the delicacy of his queue over his shoulder one of his long arms extended out and lifted your body with lithe, placing you over his upper leg, and you could feel the hardness of his cock, pushing and rubbing against the length of your spine.
Your thighs were dangerously apart from one another thanks to the firm stretch of his large thigh, repelling you from pulling away from him as the pressure of the quivers into your pulsing bud augmented when his palm, forceful and large, enveloped your much smaller one and applied pressure there.
âM-Miles, baby, w-waiââ
His chuckle reverberated within your flesh, adding onto your helpless attempt to moan out a plea. âNah, darlinâ. If yeâre that desperate for it, lemme help ya out then.â
The pressure accelerating working your lower belly was beyond ferocious, and Quaritch knew this rather quickly. He knew this for the way his ears flitted at the sound of your jumbled heartbeat and pitch of your slurs, the way his free hand engulfed your entire hip as he tugged you closer, the way he picked up the intoxicating scent of you increasing, the way he had pushed you forward and plunged one, then two thick fingers deep into your cunt and you squeezed deliciously around them, pushing you close to the edge and into the pools of ecstasy.Â
The adaptedness of his finger pads covered and smoothed perfectly over the mushy parts of your walls. â âAtta girl, thatâs itââ His gravel-like voice grazed into your breathless and sharp exhales.
An ignition flared in Quaritchâs core, with you so fucking pressed up against him, at the knowledge of you near in becoming undone all over his hand, just for him. The more his fingers thrusted in while the flat of his palm pushed the toy deeper, the more cum oozed out; sticky and translucent lot cohereting against his blue skin and a wide smirk morphed his features, waiting to get a taste.
âYa near, cupcake?â You chin pushed into your chest, jaw quivering as the words whined out: âUh-huh, I-Iâm closeââ
âGonna make a bigger mess fâme?â
âY-yesââ Quaritch withdrew his hand from applying pressure and led yours â still clutching the vibrator to your pulsing clit â just right above your lower belly, right near your pelvis area. This emitted an increase of the drizzle that was already scurrying around his fingers and absorbed into the bedsheets and his outstretched leg, until its splotching sounds had clashed with the octaves of your moans.
His hand was unrelenting though, still spurting in with the same merciless force he owned despite you already reaching your peak. âQ-Quaritch, oh myâ shit!â
âI gotcha, sweetheart,â he purred into your ear, the pink of his nose nuzzling over the soft skin behind. âLet it out, câmon, let it all out fâr me.â
The immense ecstasy you had felt slowly eased, bringing you down to Pandoraâs surface. The pace of his fingers settled for a slow, sensual one and they jittered slightly within you when your damp cheek fell over his flexing forearm. âThat was nice,â you breathed out, peering back at him with that lovely grin of yours that he too returned.
He pulled his digits out, groaning lowly at the squelching sound your cunt created when he did. Though they were quick to latch onto the flesh of your thighs, lifting you in the air until you were pressed down against and facing him. Those supple lips of you parted in astonishment at the way his damn dick tumescences, cushioned tip shining with the opalescent glow of his precum, sprinkled with the twinkle of his star like freckles. It was unfair how pretty it was, how pretty his entire existence was. And Quaritch knew this, his mind had grown into this form, and he knew the way it affected you by the way he grinned with pride when your lower lip protruded.
âYouâd be doing us a pleasure in givinâ us a turn, sweetheart.â With a tap of his tip on your tummy, both of your hands reached behind to support your weight on his thighs as you lifted yourself up for it to bury itself in you without any trouble, your cum functioning as lubricant as you settled down halfway down.
Your whimpered âyesâ was all he needed to proceed, and the length of fingers wounded over your hip, practically splaying across your back while his thumb pressed below your belly button as he slowly pushed you much further down, watching as his cock awaited filled you, twitching to deeply fill your womb with his cum.
He didnât mind the idea, he was actually curious to see a Tiny Miles Quaritch or⌠what would be a good way to name the girl? â if the little plum came out blue and chubby or the peach came out neutral and gorgeous like their mama running around, wanting to test the waters in getting you round and swollen while carrying his inhuman DNA more than one time. The thought made him spasm as he stretched you out with his entire length, until you were flushed against his pelvis.
âOh hell,â he gritted out, watching the way your eyes peered down at his constricting torso. âPerfectly tight as alwaysâŚâ
Vehement he was when it came to sex, and every time, with every touch and utter, you mollified for him. Clearly, this time was no different; the feel of Quaritch tumescending in you, his dick embedded within your stomach, all the reason to bring you close once again. âM-miles, oh my godââ
âPermission to move, doll?â The frantic bobs of your head gave him the opportunity to refresh some manners in that pretty head of yours. Teeth, deadly and predatorial, excavated into the interstice where the graceful line of your neck ranged and became shoulder. He didnât release until the tang of iron became one with his taste buds, the rough surface of his tongue wasting no time in lapping the trickle of scarlet leaving your abused skin.
A hiss whispered from your lungs, and he soon managed to sweetly stroke his wet muscle over the pain he had caused until it was nothing but pleasure. The corner of your mouth hoisted when the flexible extension of his tail coiled around your thigh, wisps of dark hair skimming across your inner thigh. âHow cuteâŚâ
âThose ainât the words Iâm waiting for, doll face.â He growled out, and you reached out to very lightly tug on his queue. âDammit, Quaritch!ââ
â âDammit, Quaritchâ ainât the statement I was lookinâ for, now Iââ
His sentence didnât finish its near end for your palms had reached behind and planted themselves on his thighs, hips giving a slow roll before lifting your body up until the thick tip of it remained slightly in and slammed back down with a throaty moan.
His back pushed against the wall, putting the mask over his flat nose and mouth once more, and you could see the way his sly grin grew behind the fog his sharp breaths created in the mask before letting it dangle once more across his chest, bracing himself for the next of your moves.
One turned into two, two into three surprisingly hard claps your ass gave with his cock nuzzled tightly and further within your womb with each bounce, each stretch. âF-fuck, Miles, fuck me, please!â You beseeched, you whined, not caring anymore to contain yourself.
Quaritch huffed out a chuckle, a single large hand reaching over to encase both your tiny wrists, practically your forearms in the curl of his fingers and mushed them against your breasts, and his back pushed off from the wall so his other arm could curl around your entire midsection. You had no other option but to surrender full control over to the colonel without a single complaint or shift of movement, leaving it all to him.
âAs you please, cupcake,â are the last words uttered before he lifted your body off his cock, only to ram you down with much more verve. He continued until the choir of huffs, moans and whimpers featured with skin plastered and slammed against one another recapitulated within the small room, the most probable outcome being that the other recom avatars and scientists could hear what was going on.
A pearlescent circlet scintillated at the base of Quaritchâs dick, disseminating over the blue tones of his shaft with every rise and fall your pussy gave him. âF-fuck, Miles, fuck, MilesâŚ.â was dragged from your hoarse throat, revealing the pretty column of it with the head tilt you gave until an ache came upon your shoulders.
âDamn, darlinâ,â his voice gruffed out, vocal cords tight and visible around the muscles of his neck as every single fiber of his body tightened as well as he contained the orgasm his lower belly implored to fully release past his aching tip.
Taking advantage of the hold he had around your wrists, he tugged you forward until you sprawled over his abdomen, the pads of his thumbs rubbing soft circles over your chin and lower lip. âYâkeep squeezing around me like this, pretty thing, donât know if I can holâ itââ
â âm sorry, M-Miles, c-canât help itââ
Trembling, overwhelmed, and close you were to be ruined once more atop of Quaritch. Your thighs and his tail was coated with sweat and your cum that splotched with every pull down and every snap his hips gave. âD-donât think I can keep it in, donât think I can keep myself from cumminâ in yaââ
He had slightly pushed you back and brought your sore arms over your head, tears pearling your waterline and lashes as you both peered down between your legs; how his pretty dick disappeared and half of it would reappear once again with the slight protuberance of your belly, the thick and glowing veins accentuating his striped shaft curling inside of you in the most exhilarating and immoral way.
âN-no, please cum in meâ d-donât pull out, d-donât hold itââ
Quaritchâs brows had pinched together, an affliction being the cause of their shape as his remorseless thrusts had settled for a slower pace, though the force did not go unrelented, and though it brought a scorching pain to settle deep within your bones and muscles, you didnât regret it whatsoever.
âWords like that are dangerous now. Yâreally want me to fill ya up, doll, with the possibility of you gettinâ pregnant?â He brought your forearms back over your chest, pressing them further in as the arm currently around you pulled away, his palm being splayed out and pushing against the small of your back until your body shaped a lovely arch; and he grinned at the fact that you let him bend you to his will.
Uncoordinated syllables spewed from your tongue, unknown to anyone else besides Quaritch for heâs seen you in this state more times than he could ever count. âHm hmm, get me pregnant, M-Milesââ
Lax colored eyes gained another coating of color as his grin outstretched his entire face. âHm, really?â His back hunched off the wall until his mouth hovered over your tilted down chin, palm applying more pressure to the lower column of your spine, swirling you over his dick as your whines increased in pitch. âWant a blue fleshed baby in ya? A babe that carries my genes?â
A long groan followed down the length of your throat at the narrow clench your walls gave him from his words, and you could feel every spasm his dick created in your stomach. You could feel the ooze pooling within you, knowing his restraints had been broken as Quaritchâs dick already exuded.
âA pretty baby that looks like their mama?â He grunted out, almost as if the thought excited and pained him all at once, to see a little one portraying the exactness of your lovely features.
â Do it, Colonel. Fill me up.â
All Quaritch needed was your verbal assent, and with that, not even a second later, the coiling band within his lower stomach finally snapped, emptying his entire load in your pussy, giving into your words. Thick and boiling it was, your cunt, your song flowing with it. The increasing pressure of it became too much, pushing your own release afterwards, hybridizing with Quaritchâs cum as it seeped down his cock, still throbbing from the aftershocks within you.
His tight grip relinquished into a soft one around your arms, soon releasing them as he very carefully, very gently brought you to his front until your chin found its spot over his heaving chest, cock still buried deep inside of you, making sure that none of his seed went without purpose.
It was an entire different story when it came to aftercare, how sweet, how soft he was with you; his large palm cradling the curve of your head close while his fingers managed to reach and stroke the damp tendrils of hair pasted to your temples and cheeks, his tail setting for a protective, gentle curl around your leg, his mouth softly falling over your forehead, your cheek, your neck, shoulder, with hushed praises meeting your perspired flesh as well.
You exhaled serenely as you melted into his touch, Quaritchâs other palm flush over the small of your back while his thumb stretched to stroke your belly. Silence lumbered over the two of you, savoring in the feeling and moment until Quaritchâs rasped, accented voice had to cut in.
âA tiny Quaritch now, whatâd ya say?â
âAbsolutely not naming him Tiny Quaritch.â
âNickname should be T.Q.â
