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│Summary: Your day was stressful, and you find yourself at home with an equally stressed out mate, Jake Sully. Business is taken care of to say the least.
│MDNI Warnings: explicit smut, p in v, choking, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, hair pulling, oral, established relationship
Your day was beyond chaotic. It went by in a blur, and when you think about it you can’t even remember much about what happened. You just knew it left you very stressed.
Walking back to the kelku you shared with your mate Jake, you knew it was plastered on your face, shoulders tense, fists clenching and unclenching, jaw doing the same.
Jake wouldn't be home until later. His duties as Olo’ekytan would keep him busy long into the night. You didn’t mind, in fact most nights you waited up for him since it was the only time you two had some peace of quiet. So you kept yourself busy while you waited.
The sun had set about an hour before you finally heard the rustling outside from Jake lifting the flap to the kelku. His eyes didn’t find you at first, and you noticed how he carried the same posture you had today, the same expression plastered on his own face.
As he sets his stuff down, you move closer to him, sitting onto a chair. Sighing, “Hey baby, I hope your day was better than mine sweet girl,” he says, making his way to stand in between your legs.
Reaching his hand up, he brushes his finger softly along your jaw. You reach your hand up to hold onto his wrist, your thumb drawing soft circles onto his skin.
“I wish I could say it was,” you say, looking up to meet his eyes. He brings his head down to give you a soft, longing kiss, before pushing away.
“My girl,” Jake whispers, crouching down, now sitting on his heels in between your legs. His hands laid out, one on each thigh, head dropping down towards your stomach.
Your hands instinctively find the knots in his shoulders, trying your best to work them out from under his skin. He groans, “fuck baby,” the vibrations going right to your core.
You weren’t focusing on that though, at least not until he started planting soft wet kisses along your inner thigh. Your hands faltered for a second along his shoulder, and you felt him smirk against your thigh. What a tease. So you kept your hands working, continuing to work against the knots in his shoulder.
Jake takes this as a challenge. His hands resting on your thighs begin rubbing in circles, while he resumes his kisses along the inside. The soft kisses reach closer and closer to your core, right where you needed them the most.
Before you could get some relief from it, he's pushing off your thighs, making a move to stand up. “Jake…” you say, almost a whimper.
“Yes, baby?” he says, smirking at you like he was oh-so innocent. You stand up, fingers reaching to the ties in your loin cloth. Eager to find relief from your stressful day, not wanting to waste any time. His eyes fixed on the movements of your fingers.
Your loincloth falls to the ground, where an obvious wet spot can be seen.
“Help me Jake,” you whimper out while sitting back into the chair, spreading your legs wide, barring yourself to him.
“What do we say, pretty girl? Is that how we ask for things?” Jake says, wanting you to beg for him.
“No sir, I’m sorry. Please help me Jake,” you whine out. His hands slide down to the ties of his own loincloth, your eyes following, but his gaze never leaves yours.
Looking down at his now discarded loincloth, he says, “what do bad girls get when they don’t speak respectfully? What do they get? Tell me baby.” A smirk was on his face, he found this to be so much fun.
He walks up to you, standing right in between your legs once more. Eye level with his hard, leaking cock, you avoid his gaze. Jake grabs a handful of your hair, and yanks your head back until you’re looking right at him.
“Tell me. Now. What do you deserve?” he says, tugging extra hard on the word “deserve.” Barely above a whisper, you say, “to have my mouth stuffed.”
Jake stares down at you, pure passion and lust in his eyes, precum dripping from the tip of his cock just from listening to you speak.
“That’s right babygirl,” he says, bringing his head down to trail kisses along your jaw.
“And if you do a good job taking me deep in your throat, I’ll reward you for being a good girl, isn’t that right baby,” he says, kissing down your neck in the process.
You moan out, arching your back against the chair after he sucks on the sweet spot of your neck. Jake stands up, your mouth wide opening, and shoves his cock into the back of your throat.
You gag at the sudden feeling of something down your throat, causing Jake to groan. One hand holds your head back by your hair, and the other moves to the back of your head to push his cock even further into your mouth.
His pace punishing, “that’s right be a good girl and take my cock,” he says, pushing even further down. Tears well up in your eyes, your wetness is dripping down your core onto the chair, and your hands press against Jake’s thighs in an attempt to steady yourself.
You look up into Jake’s eyes, to find him already admiring you. After seeing you like this, completely at his mercy, it doesn’t take long for him to reach his climax.
“Fuck, my pretty girl has her throat full of my cock and she’s taking it so good, aren’t you?” he says, thrusts becoming more sloppy. The grip on your hair tightens, pushing your mouth further down his cock, “answer me pretty girl,” he says, running his hand along your jaw.
“Mhm,” you could barely get it out, and when you do it just turns into a broken moan, and you gag again as the tip hits the back of your throat. The moan vibrates against his cock, pulling out of your mouth he says, “open up my love, stick your tongue out for me.”
You do as he says, and watches as he pumps his cock quickly. Jake slides his hand under your chin, and throws his head back, groaning loudly as long, thick ropes of cum leave his tip, and collect on your tongue.
You wait for him to look back down at you, before making a show out of you swallowing everything he had to give. Eyes watery, mouth covered in spit, wet spot on the chair from your heat, Jake can’t help but lean down and kiss you.
Moving his mouth towards your ear, kissing your lobe before saying, “what a beautiful girl, what should your reward be?”
“I want to cum on your face Jake,” you say, breathlessly, the need for some type of relief is overwhelming.
“Do you? Cause I can make that happen baby,” Jake says, kissing your lips once more, a smirk sits on his face, before situating himself on his knees in between your thighs.
“Yes Jake, please,” you say, grinding your hips up in the air, desperate for him. He plants soft kisses along your thighs agonizingly slowly. Your hands move to the back of his head in an attempt to push him closer to where you needed him most.
“I gotta take my time baby, I haven’t had the time to be down here in a while,” he laughs softly, half playfully, half apologetic that he had been so busy recently. His eyes met yours from in between your thighs, an apology flashing across them, his touch softer at the acknowledgement.
“It’s okay Jake,” you say, your hand moving to brush over his cheek.
Knowing that you chose not to hold it against him, he plants a kiss right onto your clit. Your head falls back against the chair, a moan leaving your lips at the sudden contact.
He pulls away from the kiss, slightly sucking against your clit. His fingers swipe up your core gathering up your wetness, before pulling down to circle around your entrance.
You look down at him, a smirk pulls at his lips, as he slides two fingers into you, not bothering to start with one. You moan at the friction of his fingers sliding in and out of your entrance.
The familiar burn of him is welcoming, comforting even. Your head falls back, but Jake’s hand finds your neck, “eyes on me while I eat you baby,” he says before positioning his face by your heat once more. Tapping his tongue against your clit, fingers thrusting in and out of you leaves you breathless.
Your fingers weave in between his hair, pulling slightly. He moans from the pleasurable pain, the vibrations running through your core. Pushing his face against your core, you grind against him sloppily.
“Fuck Jake,” you whimper out, shamelessly rubbing your clit against his tongue he purposefully laid out flat so you could fuck yourself on him.
“Cum for me sweet girl, I know you can do it,” Jake says, speaking with his mouth still on your clit. The vibrations from his words send shivers down your spine.
You can feel the heat building in your lower stomach, your legs trembling, as you push your hips into his face over and over. The sensations building around you, his touch on your skin feels like tiny sparks over your body.
Jake pulls away, leaving you moaning from the loss of contact. He slides your legs over his shoulders, pushing them apart even further for him to continue to devour you.
His face resumes the position, fingers thrusting in and out, tongue lapping up your clit. The new position has you crying out as your climax approaches fast. Jake curls his fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot so deep in you.
You clench around his fingers, head falls back, and your legs lock up as you cum on Jake’s face. His movements don’t stop yet, letting you ride out your high. He licks up the cum from your entrance, before pulling his fingers out and licking them clean.
Satisfied from the individual attention given to each other, Jake stands up letting your feet fall softly to the floor. Jake gazes down at you, still coming down from your climax, “good girl, I’m going to lay you down and make you feel good, you want that baby girl?”
You look up at him, still in a daze, his face shiny from your slick, his tongue covered in your cum, his cock already hard for you again, and you thank eywa for this man before you, relieving you of all your worries, problems, and pent up stress.
“Do anything to me Jake, I need you,” you say, shyly, your neediness showing through.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Jake laughs out softly, smirking down at you before reaching his arm around your back, wrapping his other arm around the back of your legs to pick you up off of the chair. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, letting him carry you to the hammock you both share.
Jake lays you down softly, before spreading your legs, sitting back on his heels before leaning down to kiss you.
“What a dirty slut you are for me. All mine, isn’t that right pretty girl?” Jake says, biting your bottom lip and pulling it slightly. You moan out from the pleasurable pain, not replying to what he had said.
Jake wraps his large hand around your neck, “what was that baby? I don’t think you answered my question. I hope I’m wrong.”
You stare up at him, “I said ‘all yours’ Jake…” you say, scrambling to fix your mistake. Jake tsks, “I don’t think you did though, so flip over. Now.” When you don’t move fast enough for his liking, he wraps his arm around your waist, flipping you over himself in the hammock.
“Ass up. Now. This is what happens when my dirty slut doesn’t listen. Are you going to be a good girl and take it?” he says, tapping your ass with his rock solid cock. Precum leaves a wet mark on your skin as you lift your ass up.
Jake nudges his knee in between your legs, pushing them further apart, until you are bare in front of him. He slides the tip through your folds, gathering your slick to rub it on himself.
“Fuck you like this don’t you? Being bad gets you wet cause you know what I’ll do to you, huh baby girl,” Jake says, bending over your back whispering in your ear.
“Fuck me Jake pl-” was all you managed to get out before Jake slams his cock deep inside you, hitting your cervix before brushing past your sweet spot. You back arches away from him, your hand shoots back pressing against his stomach like you were trying to run from his rough thrusts.
“Don’t run now, be a good girl and take my cock,” he grunts out, thrusts not faltering for even a second. Repeatedly hitting your cervix and brushing past the sweet spot only he can reach. Both of you breathlessly moaning.
Jake reaches one hand around to grab your neck, pulling your back flush with his chest, his other hand snaking around to press on your stomach.
“Who gets this deep in you baby?” he says pressing against the outline of his cock bulging from your belly.
“Just you Jake, fuck don’t stop,” you say, moaning out, arching into him allowing him to reach even deeper.
“Who does this belong to, baby girl,” Jake says, sliding his hand down your belly, before circling your clit with perfect pressure.
“It’s all yours Jake,” you whimper out, heat already building in your belly, the squelching sounds from your slick loud in the room. Jake thrusts become even harder and faster, “that's right baby, take all of me.”
His hand subconsciously tightens around your neck, his fingers rubbing faster circles on your clit, your climax is building fast. You arch into him more, back pressed against his chest, heavy breathing, and constant moans of his name leaving your mouth.
Your legs begin trembling, your clit aching with need, and you clench repeatedly around Jake’s cock.
“Don’t hold back pretty girl, cum all on my cock,” Jake says, leaning down to your ear and sucking on the lobe. You let go from his words, clenching around him as your cream coats the base of his cock. Your body becomes rigid as you climax, and Jake rides you through your high.
Twitching from the overstimulation, Jake pulls out, flipping you back on your back. Your eyes watery from his hand around your neck, and your legs are shaking uncontrollably.
“You look so beautiful taking me baby,” Jake says, leaning down to kiss you while sliding his cock in you again. Pulling back from your lips he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, and props one leg up. His thrusts aren’t as rough, knowing you would need a second, but he was close to his own climax.
His position allows him to hit your cervix and drag past your sweet spot on every thrust, causing you to arch your back off the bed. You grab onto Jake’s arms, digging crescent shaped marks into his skin. “You feel good baby girl,” Jake asks, reaching his hand around to circle your clit with his thumb again.
“Mhm,” you moan out at the sudden contact.
“Use your words pretty girl, you know the rules,” Jake says, slowly his thrusts, waiting for your response.
“Yes Jake you make me feel so good,” you whimper out, but he already knew that. Your cum and slick running down from your entrance tells him everything you can’t say.
“I know baby, I know,” he says, thrusts getting sloppy, skin clapping over and over, so wet that he just slips in and out. You can feel him twitch inside you while you clench on him.
“Fuck baby don’t clench I’m too close. I want to last for my pretty girl,” Jake grunts out, head hanging low from the pleasure. You know he wouldn’t last much longer, but you were close to your third orgasm. You twitch against Jake.
“You’re going to cum again already? My dirty slut loves my cock,” Jake laughs out softly, smirking down at you, as you watch him fuck you. He looks down to your belly finding his cock bulging from your stomach.
“I’m so deep in you,” Jake grunts, “I fucking love it.” You arch your back as he presses his hand against your belly, adding onto the building climax. You reach your hand down to his cock, feel himself thrusting in and out of your entrance.
Your touch drives him to thrust faster. The constant brush over your sweet spot sends you over the edge. Locking up once more you cum all over Jake’s cock. The clenching around his cock sending him over the edge with you.
“Fuck my sweet girl, you’re draining me,” Jake grunts out, head thrown back from the release. He rides the highs of your climaxes, before slowing to a stop. Cum dripping out of your entrance from being filled to the brim.
Jake hangs his head low, before looking up at you and smiling. You looked fucked out, so dazed from how deep his cock was in you. He admired you like this, completely vulnerable for him.
A different kind of connection. He pulls out of you, reaching for a cloth to clean up the mess between the two of you. Comforting silence fills the air. Both of you are satisfied and content.
Once you're clean of him, he lowers himself into the hammock next to you. Jake wraps his arm around your back, pulling you chest to chest with him.
The slow circles he rubs into your back with his thumb pushes you closer to sleep. Finally relaxed after the stressful day that was shared between the two of you.
You notice Jake is whispering, thinking you were asleep, “I love you my sweet girl. The only one who can take away my problems, and make life enjoyable. I owe you the world itself my beautiful,” he whispers, talking more so to himself than to you. Y
ou move your head back to properly look at him. At a loss for words, you pull him into a deep kiss. Passionate, like a thousand words spoken through the touch of your lips.
Pulling away, resting your forehead against him, you whisper, “I love you more than anything in this world Jake, I wouldn’t want it to be anyone but you.”
The happy chirps of a baby awoke Dennis from his slumber.
Reaching beside him, the bed was still warm, but lacked his husband. Laying back on his pillow Dennis glanced over at the video monitor.
Found him. Dennis smiled to himself.
It had been a long road to get here, but something about Baby Jane Doe and the sabbatical changed Robby.
While it wasn't plausible for him to take care of her, the social worker reassured them she was going to a loving home.
All they could do was hope that was true, and that they did the best they could to help her.
It was about 3 years after Baby Jane Doe that another baby appeared in the Pitt.
This one was known as Baby John Doe.
Unknown infant, presenting with high fever, irritability, and a rash.
Robby and Dennis had been working that shift, and both their hearts broke for the little baby.
They had been living together for about a year and a half, and if Robby could ever find the courage, the ring box sitting in his locker would hopefully move them to the next step into heir relationship.
As the shift wore on and the baby was treated it became clear that social services had no emergency homes available for the little one.
All it took was a look exchanged between Robby and Dennis, before they inquired about becoming an emergency placement for the child.
Thus began their journey into guardianship.
The nights were long, the diaper blow outs plenty, but neither man would change the experience for the world.
Every smile and milestone their little guy reached helped heal something that was broken in both men.
Gazing now at the baby monitor, Dennis’ breath is taken away, he listens to the low timber of Robby's voice. Singing a Hebrew lullaby as the baby slowly nodded off back to sleep. A few moments later Robby entered their bedroom.
Tired brown eyes meeting Dennis’, he gives his husband a tired smile before crawling back into bed, pressing a lazy kiss to Dennis’ cheek before curling up behind Dennis, holding him close.
Fingers intertwined both men fell into a restful sleep, warm and surrounded by love and family, at least until the next feeding.
