just wanna share a nsfw thot 🤭 you know with how big the na’vi are. i was thinking about how you would get annoyed because you wanna take our na’vi’s dick all at once but being frustrated to the point of tears and then our na’vi chuckling and that he’s gonna work you open until you’re wet enough and tells you to be patient and that we’ll get what we want
⁀➷ ∵ ❝ try harder❞
⟶ navi!oc x reader
⟶ cw. short thirst, navi!oc, human!reader, size difference, smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, established-relationship, alien x human, teasing + etc.
⟶ wc. 1k+
⟶ note. : ) tryna get back into it, i've been so busy these days hope you enjoy! I'm working on more requests now! i dont think i nailed the request BUT I TRIED
the waves crashing gets louder the more frustrated you get. you huff your breath at him. his skin glows as darkness looms over you, his light blue skin and dark stripes adorn the bright flecks of colour that reflects the moonlight on his skin.
“hfmp–” you groan getting off the ground onto your knees, feeling the tightly woven straw floor underneath your bare skin. the moonlight shines beautifully through the window, shining in your eyes.
he moves, lifting his body off the ground with his hands to right where you did. he lays, head resting on the hand-woven and stuffed pillow. he’s comfortable, resting his arms under his head in a cocky manner. throwing your leg over his waist, you slowly lower yourself onto him. it just won’t fit. “fuck–”
“it’s so cute watching you try,” he cooed, a smile stretching over his pretty face–a chuckle leaves his lips soon after. he moves his hips, nudging upwards for you to try again.
cruel.
“shut up, roa,” you whine, hands resting by his sides getting frustrated with your incapability. your head only gets hotter, heat suddenly feels like it's burning through your whole body.
tangaroa’s grin turns into a smirk. his pride is filled–your small human body, struggling with the sheer size of him fuels his lust. he sits up on his arms, his face coming up to yours–he hums, letting out a quiet coo, “my little human, so small–incapable of taking me. do you want my help?”
“no,” you spit, stubborn and determined to get it in all on your. his teeth show, his smile couldn’t get any bigger, god, he’s fucking loving it–he likes the way you're so strong-willed.
it wasn’t the first time you’ve had sex–every time it’s big, the pain feels good–the stretch is so intoxicating but usually he helps you, warms you up–he’s good at it.
it was getting to a point where you were feeling soreness in your own arms and legs, maybe it was time to give up but hell, you weren't going to give up. “i can do it.”
he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, his large hand resting on the small of your back and he pulls you up slightly making your core gush–you sounded ready to him, maybe you only needed a little push. his hands are hot, your breathing labors watching his eyes flicker between yours and your plump lips, “okay, try again, my love.”
the metkayina men are a lot bigger than the others. larger in every single way. even straddling his waist was almost a struggle in itself. you take initiative, dropping lower on his body. his cock stands tall, soaked in your attempts. sitting on it’s shaft you ride on it, rubbing its length between your swollen lips–gosh, the sounds they make, is like music to his ears.
his lips part, and he lets out a pleased sound. he makes the most pretty noises, you feel the lower part of your stomach warm the more his voice sings to it.
the head is thick, larger than the shaft, that in itself was stopping you–the sheer girth and weight of it. “you can play on it all you want, i know you want me inside of you–all of me.” he enjoyed the way you were practically teasing and edging yourself but it was hard for him to hide his own desires.
his hand takes hold of your jaw gently, he brings your face towards his–eyes darkened and his lashes long, flutter against your cheeks. he parts his lips more, he wants it–he knows you do too. you press your lips against his blue ones, the kiss wasn’t slow or gentle at all. its rough, teeth clanging together–his fangs bite down on your lips as they intertwine just like he was trying to devour you. you turn your head, deepening the angle allowing him to only need the slight swipe of his tongue to enter you. his tongue engulfs you, tasting like pure honey–sweet and impossibly delicious. moans leave your lips, getting swallowed by his lips.
his free hand makes it’s way toward your bottom half, gripping your cheeks in them. he parts your cheeks, hearing the way your arousal smacks and sticks to you. “let me help you.”
“but i wanted to–” your lips quiver as if tears wanted to release. frustration to the max, to the verge of tears.
“i know, i know–but i can’t wait, fuck–i want you too much.” he groans through the kiss, rubbing your nape gently to reassure you, “next time, you can take your time–you’ve teased me all day, i can’t help it–you are too fuckable in our clothes.”
his lips leave yours to bite and mark your neck. he sucks and presses his fangs into your skin. his arms are long enough for him to prod his fingers that tickles your core to navigate toward your heat.
it was the first day you truly felt like you belonged here, he'd adorned you with leathers, beads and shells. practically making it known that you were his for his entire tribe to see. it was the most exposed you've ever been but, you didn't feel strange–no, because here everyone was dressed that way–no one looked at you differently. only him, his eyes glued to you all day in those small pieces of clothes.
he feels how much wetter you’ve become already, practically dripping–he breathes heavily onto your collarbone, dropping his head down to suckle at the skin of your breasts, marking the heavily as you could cover them.
his thick fingers poke and pry at your raw and pulsing lips, overused from the attempts of pushing him in. he tuts, feeling bad for you, “at least you tried, hm? such a good girl.” he chuckles, teasing you to get a cute reaction from you.
you whine and pout at him. pushing your ass back into his fingers making them dip into your cunt a bit. you muffled a moan, pushing your head into his braids.
“do not keep those noises to yourself, if you do–i will stop.” he presses his lips to the shell of your ear, "be patient, hm, and you'll get what you want from me."
Can I have some dilf Jake & younger reader (ofc over 18 tho!!!! , maybe like 10 years difference idk )
maybe reader being jakes best friends daughter and them hooking up 😩🔫
also Jake being lowkey mean abt it 😏…
like yk “my slut” or “what would your dad say if he saw you like that - mouth stuffed with my cock” 🕴🏻
NO BECAUSE THE WAY I LOVE THIS IDEA OMGGGG
my vibrator's gonna run outta battery from all these spicy ass asks 🤭🤭😩😩😩😩
You had always had a crush on Jake Sully. He was old enough to be your dad—seeing how he was almost your dad's age and your dad's best friend. You just never thought it would turn into what it did.
You found yourself more often than not envisioning him fucking you. His naked body, all on display, his thick hands caressing your thighs, his being controlling yours.
Every day, every night—always, you were daydreaming of him. Daydreaming of what he would say, how he would feel inside you, how we would touch you...
You imagined being used by him, and the feeling was too much.
You couldn't even look at him without getting all flustered, your ears folding against your head, tail swishing anxiously, cunt growing moist.
And it was almost like he knew. He'd smirk at you, wink at you, give you little pats on the thigh, caress your lower back, smile at you. He'd call you girl, and sweet, and once or twice, baby. But, you assumed those were all signs of endearment. What else could they be?
You were torn between hell and heaven when your parents announced having to take a trip to one of the neighboring clans, something or another about old friends, acquaintances—whatever. You didn't care about that. You only cared about who they were leaving you with.
Jake.
“But, Father,” you'd complained, “I'm twenty! I can stay on my own.” It was a futile attempt at a) trying to hide the excitement coursing through your veins; and b) at hoping you wouldn't have to remain under Jake's care, in his home, for an entire week.
A whole week, just the two of you.
“It's not about whether or not you're old enough,” your father replied. “You're responsible enough, you know your mother and I trust you, but in case anything happens, it would be good to know Jake can be there to help.”
No matter what arguments you presented, your parents brushed them away. And that's how you found yourself, days later, living under Jake's roof.
It was awkward the first two days. You'd sort of try to avoid him, you would refuse to look into his eyes, and you'd be terrified of daydreaming. Every time you thought of sex with Jake, he would ask, “What's on your mind, sweet?” and he'd have this look in his eyes...this thick, heavy look that made you shudder.
Eventually, you settled down a little, growing more comfortable around him.
Really comfortable, actually.
On a particular morning, just as dawn washes over the land, you wake up, sweating and panting, from a dream—no, another dream where Jake fucked you, his mouth on yours, his hands all over your body, his cock buried deep, deep in your body.
Judging by the time, you assume Jake's already out hunting. Still dazed with sleep and lust filling your veins, you sneak a hand between your thighs, softly caressing your already-wet pussy.
You sigh softly as relief fills you.
Jake's gotta be gone already, you think to yourself, fingers circling your pulsing clit. There's no way he's still here. He always leads the morning hunts.
You remove your loincloth, bending your legs and spreading them, one hand focused on your clit as the other one pushes a finger into your aching entrance.
You mewl softly, hips rolling against your hands, and you close your eyes.
The dream had been so vivid, so fucking real...You can still feel Jake, as if everything had truly happened. You can feel his cock inside you, his mouth on yours, that stupid smirk plastered across his lips.
“Fuck,” you hiss out quietly, curling the finger inside you upwards, touching your g-spot while your other hand pinches your clit. “Oh, fuck.”
As your body starts bucking with the pleasure, you imagine it's Jake's hand, his fingers on your pussy, his voice calling you baby and girl and sweet.
You're flustered, cheeks bright with your blush, body quaking. Fuck, what you'd give for Jake to touch you, kiss you, fuck you. Fuck.
The vivid image of Jake's eyes, amber and predatory, always sharp and cunning, sends a sudden jolt of pleasure through you.
“Ah!” you cry, a little louder than you would've liked to, but the sound is already out, and followed by a whimper of, “Jake.”
Unbeknownst to you, Jake sleeps not far from you, only a bedroom away, and when he hears you gasp, he sits up, alarmed.
He'd asked Tsu'tey to take over his shift for him, deciding he'd stay here in case you needed anything. The sound of your voice sends fear through him at first.
Something's wrong, he thinks, rising off his bed, quickly walking towards your bedroom.
But as he approaches, hand out, ready to push the flap of your tent open, he hears you again.
“Fuck.”
And Jake knows that sound. He knows it's not terror, it's not pain, it's not a call for aid. It's pleasure.
As he quietly steps closer to your bedroom, a whiff of your scent reaches his nose, intoxicating and thick. Your arousal is strong, it makes his cock twitch, his pupils dilate.
Jake shakes his head, pushing his cock down in an attempt to brush off the arousal.
What's wrong with me? Listening to the poor thing touch herself in there...as if I had any right.
Still, he doesn't walk away. He's about to, though, when another of your gasps reaches his ears.
“Fuck! Jake.”
At this, he freezes, ears perking, entire body going rigid. His cock springs to attention, lust beginning to sear through his veins.
Last he'd checked, you didn't know any other Jake but him...could it be that you were touching yourself to him?
“Yes, fuck,” you whine lowly, the sound of your soaked pussy growing louder, squelching as you fuck yourself.
And goddamn, Jake can't help himself.
He carefully pushes the flap of your tent open, peeking in, only to find you, legs spread wide, pussy on display, your hands touching yourself. He licks over his lips, his cock aching, as your scent grows stronger. He rubs his hand over the erection poking through his loincloth, yearning to fuck you.
He watches you for a moment, studies the way you touch yourself, the way your back arches, the way you throw your head back. Your pretty eyes are shut tight, your limbs quivering, and you poor fucking thing, he can't not help you when you're clearly in so much distress.
“You know, sweet, if you woulda told me you wanted me, I would've just helped you already,” he says, stepping into your bedroom, allowing the flap of the tent to close behind him.
You jerk, opening your eyes, quickly seeing him standing before you and removing your hands from your cunt, sitting up.
“Jake,” you stutter, voice breathless, cheeks growing darker with your blush. “I-I thought you'd—”
“Left for morning hunt?” he finishes for you, smirking. “Tsu'tey's leading today, baby.” His eyes scan over your pussy, gaze turning dark. “And thank fuck he did, huh?”
Deeply embarrassed, you croak out, “'m sorry, I...I, uh...I was just...” You trail off, at a loss for words. What could you possibly say to mend this?
“Touching yourself to me?” he questions, approaching your cot, crawling onto it.
You divert your gaze from him and press your thighs together, hiding your pussy from him.
“Oh, don't try to be all innocent and sweet now, girl,” he says, scoffing. “Spread your legs. Let me see how bad you need it.”
You refuse to meet his eyes, just as you refuse to open your thighs. So, Jake uses his huge, rough hands to force your thighs apart. You close your eyes, ashamed, goosebumps prickling over your skin.
His eyes drink in the sight of your soaked pussy, puffy from your ministrations, your slick dripping onto the thin mattress below.
Jake clicks his tongue. “You poor thing,” he says. “You were close, huh? And I interrupted you?”
You don't reply, only offer a tiny nod before murmuring, “Yeah.”
“Yeah,” he echoes, as if confirming the notion, licking his lower lip. “Will you let me make up for that, sweet?”
At this, your eyes snap open, meeting his famished gaze. “How-how do you mean?”
Jake smirks. “I'd prefer to show you. Will you let me?”
You consider it for a second. The opportunity of a lifetime...you're not gonna just let it slip past you...right?
“But you—What about my father? My mother?” you ask, voice quivering, and Jake can hear you don't give a fuck about that. You're just trying to be the good girl you always are, always trying to follow the rules and meet the expectations.
“Forget about them,” he replies. “They're not here to stop us, hm?”
You stare into his eyes for one, two, three seconds before nodding. “Okay,” you say quietly. “Show me.”
Jake smirks, his cock fidgets under his loincloth, and he removes the item of clothing. Your eyes fall to his cock, pupils growing wide at the sight.
Overcome with lust, you rise to your knees, asking, “Can-can I touch it?”
Jake groans at the request, throwing his head back. “Fuck,” he gasps. “'f course you can, sweet. You see how hard it is? It's for you, baby.”
You shyly reach for him, hand a little unsure as it wraps around his cock. The moment you touch him, Jake grunts softly, and you jerk him slowly, gently, glancing up at his face as he stares down at you.
Your big doe eyes find his predatory gaze. His lips are parted, little breaths leaving his mouth as you inch yourself closer. You place a kiss on the tip and Jake hisses. He wants to push you on your back and just fuck you, but he doesn't want to scare you off.
You lick his underside experimentally, keeping your eyes on his cock, and he watches, enthralled, as you play with him. The look of curiosity and amazement across your face makes him harder, precum dripping from his thick head.
You glance back up at him and timidly question, “You'll put it inside?”
Jake smiles at you, a cocky, seductive smile. “Inside that pretty pussy, if you'll let me,” he replies.
You nod slowly, understanding, before lying yourself on your back and spreading your legs. “I want you to.”
And Jake swears he's dead, he swears he's done for, swears his entire being is about to go haywire.
He remains kneeling on the bed, grabbing your hips in his large hands and pulling them up so your ass rests on his thighs. Your eyes are wide, excited, heart beating out of your chest.
“Watch,” he orders as he positions his cock against your entrance and then pushes into you, slowly, carefully.
Your eyes flutter a little as he enters you, but you don't gaze away from where your bodies meet. When the thick head meets your cervix, you gasp softly, body jerking, and Jake groans.
This is so much better than dreaming, you decide, clenching around him, making him grunt.
“So fuckin' tight,” he gasps, starting out with slow thrusts to see how you'll take it, and then increasing his speed, his eyes locking onto your breasts as they bounce with his pounds.
“Fuck!” you gasp, hands digging into the mattress below, legs shaking. You can't believe how deep inside you he is, how he stretches you out. It's so much better than your hands. So, so much better.
“Look at you,” Jake says, moving his gaze to where your pussy swallows his cock whole. “Takin' me so well, sweet. Is it good?”
“'s so good!” you reply, moaning, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You didn't think it could be this fucking amazing. “So good.”
Jake chuckles softly, watching you, and he figures he might as well force a confession from your lips while he's at it.
“Was this the first time you touched yourself to me?” he questions, one of his hands moving to your clit and drawing circles on it.
“N-no,” you reply, gasping and shaking.
“No?” Jake repeats, amused. “How many times have you done it?”
“Every-every—” You gasp, back arching, as he pinches your clit. “Ev'ry night.”
“Every night, huh?” he says, smirking. “And why didn't you ever tell me?”
“'cause you-you're dad's best friend,” you reply, whining as he angles his hips upwards, allowing his cock to press against your g-spot with every thrust.
“Ah, I see,” he chuckles. “You were afraid of your dad finding out, hm? Afraid he'd see how much of a slut you are for me?”
That makes you clench around Jake, and he groans, biting his lower lip. “'m a slut,” you echo, nodding. “A slut.”
“No,” Jake says, thrusting into your harder, deeper. “You're my slut.”
At this, you cry out, pussy dripping. “Your slut,” you agree, nodding. “'m your slut, Jake.”
“Yeah, you fuckin' are, aren't ya?” He smirks, his eyes watching your stuffed cunt. “Jesus, kid, what would your dad say if he saw you like this, hm? With your cunt full of my cock?”
“Ah!” you moan, the mere reminder of how wrong, how off limits Jake's supposed to be making you more aroused. The idea of breaking the rules for Jake makes your pussy throb, your legs quake.
“I'm not gonna lie to you, darlin',” he says, groaning. “I've jacked off to you every now and then, too. You and those pretty eyes, and those perfect tits, and that sweet ass. Goddamn. It's fucking impossible for me not to be hard around you.”
You mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head, as you try to meet Jake's thrusts with the desperate bucking of your hips.
“Fuck, this is fuckin' amazing,” he grunts. “You have any idea how much I've wanted for you to suck my cock? How many times I've wanted to eat your pussy? How many times I've wanted to fuck you for hours until you're crying and begging me to stop?”
You whimper, entire body clad in a thin layer of sweat, your cunt fluttering around Jake's cock.
“One of these days, girl, imma make you squirt, yeah? You want me t'teach you that neat trick?”
You nod. “Please! Teach me whatever you want! Yes!”
Jake can feel your body tensing, your pussy growing tighter around him. “You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna coat my cock with your cum?”
“Mhmm!” you reply, whining, mind too lost in pleasure to formulate words.
Jake increases his speed, his hips ramming into yours, fingers pinching your clit, making you jerk and squeal in delight.
“Come for me, girl,” he encourages, his voice thick and rough with his approaching orgasm. “Come all over my cock so I can fill your pussy with my load, yeah?”
“Mhmm!” you repeat, nodding desperately, body thrashing wildly as Jake pounds you.
The pleasure becomes a harsh wave that crashes against the walls of your womb, threatening to fill you to the brim and then some more. You mewl, back arching, your eyes shut tight and your mouth open. You're gasping, shaking, cunt clenching around Jake with so much force, he drags against your insides almost painfully.
And then your orgasm claws its way out of you, breaking free, making your body shudder as you cry, “Jake! Jake!”
“I know, girl,” Jake replies, his own orgasm so near. “I know.”
As you begin recovering from your high, your pussy softens around Jake and he pounds into you, making you squeal and gasp, before he finally comes, spilling into you. His cum is hot and thick, sticky as it fills your cunt, dribbling out from how full you are.
Jake hasn't pulled out of you yet when he says, “When your parents come back, don't get nervous 'bout anything, kid. If they ask what we did, you just say you had a little bonding session with your dad's best friend.”
Characters: Neteyam Sully (26) x Fem Omaticaya Reader (22)
Warnings: Smutttttt
Authors Note: Listen to Frank Ocean- Nature Feels to get the vibe, I wrote with this song playing in the background at 2am
Synopsis: A wet dream keeps you up at night and Neteyam is always there to help you out
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The night was cool at this time, silence blanketing high camp as you laid within your bundle of blankets. Your tent was especially quiet as you laid awake in the dead of the night. The only accompanying sound being the harsh thump of your heart against your chest and the small stream that trickled down through the cracks of High Camp.
Many hours had passed since you bid him farewell, in need of a true bath and a coma like sleep. Your tired bones ached as you tossed and turned, your body burning in the same places he had kissed and caressed all day.
“My love…yawne…pls”, he begged as you pushed and pressed against him within the clearing of the flowering meadow.
The slick sweat from earlier today building once again as you touched yourself to the memory of him. Him all over you, at the bottom of your toes, at the center of the inside of your thighs, up towards your navel, and at the very tips of your slightly swollen breasts. His fingers pressing against your bud softly, contrasting the harsh feel of roots pressing into your back.
In the bright glow of day, the sun warm against both your skin, Neteyam had prodded, persuading you to leave High Camp for a bit of fun. His amber eyes pressing yours to look at him, his strong arms pulling you flush against him so he could whisper softly into your ear. The heat of his breath against your ear, “ you know, I’ve been meaning to fuck you in the garden”, he rasped. A small giggle filling the space between you both as you pictured him atop you in the place you first met.
Many moons ago you had found yourself kneeled within the growing foliage, plucking through the fragrant plants, many usable for the healing pastes the Tsahik had requested. That day too was a blistering heat that left you slick with sweat and against your better judgement had led you to the clearing with a deep pond. Your legs splashing against the water, cooling your skin being your only priority. You had missed the gasp leaving the future Olo’eyktan’s lips, his large bow in hand as he caught fish for the day. He was quiet, a silent presence that had gone unnoticed until you rolled yourself over onto your stomach. His large body coming into view as you pressed yourself further into the grass.
Eyes wide, you could feel your bones jolt, startling your heart as you took in his taller form. He was now a bit closer, and you jolted up standing in front of him.
“I-i’m so sorry Neteyam”, a formal greeting stumbling from your hands as you rushed to leave. He was quick to grasp your wrist pulling you back into the clearing. His gentle hand was warm against your own now, pulling you to the spot he had been fishing.
“Would you maybe want to help me catch some fish?”, his confident voice sounded out into the clearing, his smile bright as he persuaded you. He was sweet in all forms and had captured your beating heart, taking it for his own. And well you had unknowingly always had his, him only waiting for the perfect moment to position and take aim.
That day had now been a distant memory until his sweet lips pressed against your own and so you obliged because fun with Neteyam almost always meant tired limbs, swollen lips, slick skin, and euphoria in the Garden.
You sighed, your fingers now rough against your bud, pressing to get yourself close to where he had you much faster. The soft covers, caressing every part of your exposed skin, your sleep mat scratching against your toes. Long sighs slip past your lips, quiet but deliberate as you worked yourself up.
Your accumulating slick was a pungent smell in the air as it trickled down, begging you to touch your most intimate place and you did, slipping two fingers between the soft folds and pumping into yourself at a desperately slow pace.
Neteyam made a habit of teasing you and although you lacked patience in most things in life, he was something you could wait for. He always took care of you, whispering sweet nothings as you begged and pleaded, and then mercilessly giving you exactly what you wanted as you keeled over into oblivion.
You knew you could hold out much longer with just your own touch and so your other hand began to rub and pinch against your bud in tandem with the now steady pump of your fingers.
Your desperate sighs had become deliberate moans that slipped past your lips before you could hold them and you could faintly hear his voice, “you sound so beautiful ma yawne. My sweet girl, we’re almost there”, he’d muttered and you called out to him in the silence of your tent as you did out in the ample space of the Garden.
His name being the only words that you could form through your hoarse throat.
You were so very close, your body pleading with your hands to be his, he would have you there by now, spasming against his body as your third orgasm was pulled from you, your measly fingers now not being enough to push you over the edge, even once.
As your fingers worked faster, quite harshly against your walls, so close to that spongy dip, shuttering breaths pushing past your lips, your voice softly began to beg and plead for Neteyam.
He was much farther away, across High Camp, in his family tent that sat almost at the heart of the cavern, right next to the healing hut for the Tsahik. Your tent being on the outskirts, hidden from view for most and only visible to the ikrans that fly past.
In due time you both planned to move him into the tent, weaving together new space to forge the home you’d share until you both parted to Eywa, except your time had recently been spent catching up on teachings in the healing hut, and Neteyam taking on the overflowing needs of The People.
He gave himself entirely to The People when he was in their presence, but he always gave his everything and more when he was just with you.
You could smell him now, his lingering scent of sunkissed grass and tree bark waft from his blanket pushed far off to the side of the hut. Your now sporadic body edging over to any sense of comfort, and as your long limbs began to spread apart, uncoiling, desperately looking for a new angle, you could still feel the way his hands gripped roughly against your hips, crescent moons sinking deep into your skin, forever claiming your body as his.
Your body had bounced , slamming down back into his hips, melodic slaps snapping through the songs of nature nearby. His body jolting up into yours as you both chased each others high. His groans sounded out, against your ear as he pressed you fully against his chest.
“I need you… more, please..just a little more”, you gasped pressing your swollen lips against his, pulling his bottom lip until it snapped back into place.
That set his pace to a harsh pound, barreling up into your burning hips as a sore ache began to form on the underside of your thighs. Your body sobbed as you both reached your peak together, crying out to each other for more.
The shade of the cherry tree above you cooled your heated skin as your palpitating heart synced to a slow rhythm with his. The soft grass below danced across your toes as the cool breeze whisked through the bright garden.
His heavy breathes above you steadied and you could feel his strong arms tighten, pulling you flush against him.
“How did that feel my love”, he’d whispered, your sensitive ears flicking against the warm gusts of air.
You all but whined back, the scratchy part of your throat refusing to cooperate as you tried to respond. Always a bit whiny after cumming, you couldn’t help but sag into his strong arms, head tucked between his moist neck and purple bruised collarbone.
A sly smile appearing as you began to skim your lips against the protruding bone, spontaneous kisses and slight sucks, causing the purple bruises to double in size.
Soft moans glided from his lips, his callused hands gliding down your back, a harsh grip onto your ass as the other made its way to your front for another round of fun.
That sudden burn that coiled like a tightly wound bow had come again. The ache of your fingers spurring you on, faster, deeper, until you were spasming harshly, arched back high in the air as you pushed your body over the edge. You were delirious now, stuttering moans slipping unceremoniously from your lips as your fingers twitched, pushing against your walls.
Your bleary unfocused eyes, crossed as you peaked, your head lolling over to face the door of your hut as the flap slid open. A cold gust of air had pushed past the incoming figure and it further stimulated your soaked core and peaked nipples.
Your sharp gasps pierced the now deep silence, your chest rising and falling harshly as you aimed to catch your breath.
His deep voice reached your dazed ears a moment later causing a soft whine to seep from your pursed lips “my sweet sweet girl, you didn’t get enough today”. His sharp canines peeked from his smiling lips and his body naturally bowed into a crouch as if he was stalking his prey.
Large hands began to trace your legs, a mind numbingly slow pace that made them shake harshly against his light touch. He was so close to your core, grasping onto your thighs with a vice grip, pulling your eyes to meet his eyes.
Amber eyes piercing your own as you began to beg. Another desperate whine “Ma teyam pls, I-i need it, I n-need you-u”, soft whimpers slipping from your lips as you clawed at your now damp hair.
You could barely focus in on your surroundings, hands twisting against the bunched covers beneath you. He was hovering over your entire body, slotting your legs up against the top of his thighs, folding you in half.
“I know babygirl…” he muttered softly against your fluttering ears. You could feel your tail wrap tightly around his thigh, holding him in place against your slick skin.
Soft nips of his canines dug harshly into your neck and you moaned at the sensual sting that persisted after as he kissed down, nipping against your chest.
“I won’t make you wait long, love. I’ll give you what you need, but first… “ he whispered against your lips, devouring the very breath pressing to escape.
He was kissing down your chest, a soft suckle on one of your nipples before he was shifting down past your navel. Soft, wet kisses, paired with dark purple bruises from earlier todays fun.
“just a little taste”, he whined, sniffing the strong air of your cunt right in front of him. Animalistic grunts sounded out into the air as he took your supple form in.
Your long body glowed pink in the dark night , warm to the touch and a slight sheen from your sweat and the accumulating slick of your arousal.
He was slow, teasing you once again as feather light kisses pressed against your light pink folds. The urge to shift your legs, holding him against your core had you slowly casing his freshly braided hair in. But he was strong, his grip tightening against your wet thighs, pushing you wide open for him to admire.
“Be patient yawne , I got you”, he mumbled, resuming his soft exploration of kisses against your folds, your pulsing bud, and your desperate hole that twitched with need.
“Fingers, Ma teyam!! I need you…NOW”, you sobbed, your hoarse voice clashing against the nights silence. You needed him desperately, your aching hips twitching against his flat tongue licks.
He was entranced now, pleasing you with his tongue, setting a teasing pace against your sweet spot. You could feel the burn of his bright eyes watching you. Your supple breasts rising with shaky breaths, pebbled nipples hard as he pinched and rubbed against them.
He felt everywhere, hot against your skin, burning within your core. Sticky fingers now lovingly pressing against your overstimulated bud.
You were wrecked, a jumbled mind that desperately wanted release, but was already far too gone over the cliff to handle the euphoria.
Teetering off the new edge, Neteyam was making love to your core, slurping up your cum as you shook harshly against his form. Your incessant sobs barreled out of you at the same pace his long fingers pumped against your gummy walls.
Neteyam couldn’t focus, your plea for him to stop pushing him to give more. He couldn’t stop, he wanted you to whine for him, weakly run away as you did within the garden. He needed you to be drunk off him and only him.
“you’re gonna look so pretty with my cum leaking from you”, he rasped. Forcing himself from your core, his hot breaths dancing against your center, causing you to whine from the overstimulating pleasure again.
You were pudding in his hands, molding yourself to the floor as he flipped you over to your front. This was your favorite position to have him, second only to facing him, chest to chest as he moaned loving phrases into your lips, neck, and chest.
Your pliable form moved wherever he desired, your plump ass being pushed into the air, spreading yourself for him to see in the seemingly bright glow of the moon.
You could feel his warmth leave you, a tiny whimper escaping as you inch your body back to contact. He could only admire your gorgeous form so open for him. Your glossed eyes watched him, shaking your ass in a sensual sway, calling him back to you.
“your gorgeous, yawne”, “I can’t wait to have you, fully”, “ oh eywa I need you “, he was delirious now, mumbling into your scattered braids all his inner thoughts. He couldn’t wait till you were his. In every form that nature intended, that Eywa would bless, so he could have a direct stream to your thoughts and you to his. He could give you everything, his babies, him, naturally.
You could feel him, large and warm, pressed roughly against your core. Gliding between your folds as you moaned, gripping harshly for the scattered remains of your disheveled bedding. Pressing your bruised chest into your rough sleep mat for grounding.
“Nete- ahh baby”, you gasped as you felt him push slowly.
Your body tossed, restless as he wrestled against your tight walls, pulsing against his own urgent need to be deep within you.
Delirious pleasure hit when he began to thrust roughly against your body, jerking you harshly against the ground as he had against the cherry tree in the garden.
He couldn’t wait, the powerful need to give in to your eyes silent pleas to give you his cum, over and over again.
“this feels like our first time all over again” you gasped. Within that same garden, he had been soft at first, a little lost in the act, nervous even. But eager to please and a quick leaner. He had become desperate to get you to cum and by the end of it, your were drunk off him, his mouth, his dick, everything.
His breath was stifling as he hid within your neck, his freshly done braids tangling within your own.
“ooooo over. and. over. again”, he moaned into you. He couldn’t believe that he had you. He had you whenever he needed you, and whenever you sauntered over to him, naturally claiming him for the taking, you’d have him.
He was barreling over the edge now, your head craned back as you pressed back into his hard chest. Your tightly wound body working in tandem with his tempo, milking his coming climax to the very edge of his breaking point.
Your begging sounded out between harsh gasps “ Nete- tey…ah….ahh…oouu ”, your voice drifted, succumbing to your own pleasure first.
His abdomen tightened, hips deliriously pumping into you as you reached back stroking the base of his kuru. Whimpers floating out his lips, and into your skin as you squeezed against him. His heaven was cracking as the familiar coil wound to its breaking point. The collapse causing his rhythm to stutter and spasm recklessly in you, his body weight pressing heavily against your own heated form.
Coming down from both your highs, you could feel his harsh breaths beating against your shoulder. His hard body pressing further into you as he slumped over on top of you.
And as usual he was the first to speak.
“Tell me h-how my nature feels.”
Authors Note: I really hope you enjoyed this, I finished this Drabble first and was so excited to post it but didn’t want smut to be my first story post. Hopefully it’s not to confusing that she floats in and out of the present. Overall I really enjoyed writing it and hope you all like it too. Let me know😉
❀ A/n: Ofc it was a giant blue mean alien that got me out of writer's block omfg, this is for the girlies and everyone else down bad for our baby daddy Colonel Miles Quaritch
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✿ starting at number one, I like to think this man honestly got another voice in the back of his head going ‘bro-wtf goin' on?’ ‘cause lets be fr he's got the memories but his actual body doesn’t have that experience and I just feel like they don’t match up so a lot of the time after his initial thoughts he’ll have a little voice after that voicing concerns but he can’t afford to listen
✿ because of this, especially after he sees his body again, his human body, bro is having an extensional crisis, I think all of them are honestly (but we won’t get into them we talking about our main hoe rn) because I’m sure with their new bodies and feelings they have absolutely no time to process anything because of their mission, not their deaths, not their re-birth and definitely not their new connection and pull to Eywa and the planet
✿ and yes I 100% believe that he does have a connection to Eywa now because of this new body and the energy it holds, the plant and the all mother recognizes this and welcomes him, just like she did with Jake, he was just more willing to listen
✿ at night Quaritch (Miles? Idk lmao) likes to walk around outside. he never used to when he was human because it was just a hassle and obviously he was more vulnerable, his old scars were proof enough, but now he was Na’vi, he could breathe the air with no problem and kick anyone's or anything’s ass that tried to get the jump on him
✿ he looooves the bioluminescent nature, it's so different from what he remembers of earth's plants, the few he did get to see, or saw in books before he was shipped off to pandora. But being so fucking for real? He thinks it's soooo pretty like bro just lets the inner child out and is mentally frolicking in a meadow looking at all this incredible nature and all the animals and organisms that live in it
✿ he likes to fuck with the fan lizards the most, like jumping and scaring them or throwing a rock towards them to scare them, he loves to watch them fly away and disperse amongst the giant canopies of the trees, they remind him of fireflies (CAN I JUST SAY I KNOW THE LOOK ON HIS FACE IS SO CUTE WHEN HES LOOKING UP WITH THAT LIL SMILE)
✿ I also 100% believe the headcanon that he loves the fruit on pandora like he didn’t fw it at first but it grew on him fast and bro will just snack on them like he finds a bush of berries he knows he can eat?? That bush finna be clear by the time he is done with it and best believe he even ate the non-ripe ones too because he likes that extra sourness
✿ his favorite is this fruit that grows really high and looks like stars from the forest floor, but as you climb up closer you realize they are glowing pieces of fruit the size of an orange with smooth blue skin, like a plum. he loves biting into them, they're juicy like mango and the juice is fluorescent!! bro thinks that is so cool lmao and looked in the water and smiled with a glowing mouthful of fruit
✿ he is one of the few who wake up first in the morning and has a nice cup of coffee while he waits for everyone else to get up and ready so they can debrief and get to work, it's his moment of calm before he starts his day and he just likes to take his time to remember. He wants to remember as much as possible, anything that could help with the mission of course but almost literally anything else. he feels like a stranger in his own body and he feels like he needs to get to know himself because he knows one thing for sure, he is not the same colonel as before
✿ when he takes spider as a hostage, he starts using this time to remember him and his mother Paz, she was beautiful but he didn’t feel as strongly for her as it appeared she had for him as he looked back, and although there were some memories of spider, it wasn’t nearly as much as he thought there should have been
✿ it kinda bothers him why he can’t figure out why he suddenly cares but like I said he has like no time to process this at all, this mf on the go all the time
✿ another headcanon I love is he loves flying which is 100% true, bro can never go back it is the funnest shit he has ever done, like he loves the danger of it and the ease of it is so comfortable for him it’s hard to believe the creature beneath him isn’t a machine hooked up to his brain but rather another animal with its own conscious and emotions
✿ since he flys so much, he has a really good relationship with his Ikran. He loves to spoil her THAT'S RIGHT HER (he was shocked too ong) but he loves his little princess bro!! Best believe he turns into a Jay Pritchett from modern family with his little Stella!! I’m talking treats, I'm talking good scratches behind the wing joints and on the tail, and I’m talking playful fighting!
✿ they have a good relationship and trust each other and because of this his Ikran likes to get a little sneaky, she’ll stalk him when watching the crew do their thing, scouting and looking for stuff for his mission, she gets mischievous, diving down to grapple him to the floor
✿ obviously he’s a little taken off guard but he knows almost immediately that it's her and rolls around with her, tossing each other around for a bit only for all fun and smiles to cease when the click of a gun is heard not too far. Quaritch is quick to get up and out of their play and give the meanest, menacing deathly glare towards Lyle, or Z-Dog, or whoever the fuck was aiming that weapon at his best friend (basically)
✿ “And just what the hell do you think you are doing, Soldier?” They all just shit themselves, his aura wasn’t anything but deadly and they knew they had fucked up, a quick “sorry colonel” and they turn around to go fuck off somewhere else and stop causing problems
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❀ yes, I most definitely needed to add this because I feel like it even though I ain’t got much💀!!
❀ new body, new sensations ;) he loves his schlong lmao like I hate to put it that way but bro got some pride in being HUNG in that area (he lwk hung in every area but whateva) obviously he doesn’t hold dick-measuring contests (anymore) but if he did- yeah he would probs have them all beat
❀ definitely jerked off a few times, and definitely found new triggers. When he has a little time to himself and needs to blow off some steam, he unbuckles that belt quickly and pulls down his pants a bit to get to work. He’s found his queue is very sensitive when in this kind of situation, like yeah it's sensitive all the time BUT it’s especially when he's on the brink of an orgasm, he’ll tug on it a little, the throb sending shivers down his spine and pressure straight to his tip, already leaking profusely with precum, so ready to explode but it’s when he runs his hand down the braid and rubs the nodes of the queue between his fingers, rolling them gently he cums with a deep groan and shutters quietly, riding out one of the most intense orgasms he’s probably ever had lmao
❀ his tail is also sensitive, not quite as the queue but sensitive around the base, he found that out in the shower lol
❀ his ears!! Also sensitive to touch, esp the tips, he likes to feel them first to sort of get in the mood, his little personal foreplay before the fun part
❀ A/n: but for now that is all I have ladies and gentlemen, please request anything, he or one-shots, requests are now officially open again!!🫶
Request: Okay, great! So, my request is with Dilf!Jake Sully x young human female reader. Said reader can be like 19 (since I’m turning 19 next month), if that’s too weird, feel free to age it up or leave it ambiguous. Anyways, the trope can be reader is Jake’s student. While he’s off on duty, he guides her through the forest and informs her about the traditions and all of the clan. Reader is pretty quiet and a virgin (pretty cliché).
Love love LOVE this idea aaaaa it's my specialty 🤭🤭
@beautiful-brown-skin-05 enjoy!!!
Jake isn't really sure why he took on about teaching you. Maybe it's because you reminded him of his younger self in a way, unsure about hunting, a little clumsy with your arrows...it was endearing to him.
So, he became your mentor. He'd teach you to hunt, to tread through the forest lightly, to follow trails and the smallest of signs of life.
He's been at it for a few weeks and he's grown quite fond of your soft, shy personality. Your sweet smiles and gentle looks. And every time he sees you, his heart starts fluttering.
He starts spending time with you out of training, taking you around the forest and just talking, telling you about his life, asking you about yourself. You're always a little shy, a little quiet. But never unkind.
One day, as he walks with you through the forest in his spare time, he's talking about marriages. And the question falls out of his lips before he can stop it. “Have you thought of who you wish to mate with?”
Your cheeks blush softly, your eyes quickly avoiding his. “No,” you say, but he can sense that you're lying.
He chuckles softly and nudges your shoulder with his geny. “C'mon kid, don't be shy. You can trust me.”
You shake your head. “I can't...I can't tell you.”
He rolls his eyes playfully. “I swear I won't tell,” he teases, moving to stand in front of you, preventing you from walking any further. “Come on. Who is it?”
“Someone who would never want me back, I think,” you admit, shrugging.
Jake frowns. “What kind of lunatic would not want you?” He gently taps the tip of your nose. “Just tell me. I won't judge. I swear.”
You exhale sharply. “I...” You close your eyes and quietly say, “You.”
Jake isn't sure he heard you right. He stares at you, blinking in shock for a moment. “What?”
“I...I like you,” you say softly, blushing as you avoid his gaze.
“I-I'm...almost twice your age,” he stutters. You're so young, so beautiful. You could choose anyone. Why him? His heart is racing, his ears perked up, his tail swishing eagerly.
You blush. “I...I know,” you say softly. “I just...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—”
He cuts you off. “Don't apologize, girl,” he says. “Just...” He sighs. Is this okay? Is he going to hell for what he's about to do?
Your blushing increases and you glance at the floor. “I think I should go now,” you say softly.
You turn around and start walking away. But then he grabs your hand and spins you to face him. “Can't you tell?” he asks. “Can't you tell I like you too? That I have struggled with it?”
Your eyes, your big doe eyes stare up at him, confused. Your soft lips part slightly and he just wants to fucking kiss you.
“Kid, I like like you. If I could...” He trails off, falls silent.
If I could? he asks himself. And why can't I? Who's going to stop me?
You open your mouth to speak, something, anything, but he grabs your chin in his hand gently and you find yourself speechless. He angles your face upwards and leans down to kiss you.
His lips are soft, kind, careful. Almost as if he were scared of hurting you.
He tests the waters, feeling how you react. When you lean into him, a soft gasp leaving your lips, he groans and kisses you harder.
He pulls you closer, his huge hands grabbing onto your hips and pulling them against his.
Your hands rest on his chest and you can feel his heart racing beneath your palm.
He tries to control himself, he really does. But his body reacts without him wanting it to. Next thing he knows, his hard cock is pressing against his loincloth and rubbing against your thigh.
When you move a little closer to him, your thigh grazes his cock and he groans.
You pull away a little, eyes wide. “Are you okay?” you ask him, a little nervous. “Did I do something wrong?”
In a thick, raspy voice, he replies, “No, sweet, you didn't do anything wrong.” His hands move to your ass and squeeze softly. “Quite the opposite.”
“Are you sure? I...does this hurt?” you ask him, glancing down at his tented loincloth.
He chuckles. "No, princess, it doesn't hurt.”
You blink. “Then why is it...?” You trail off and blush.
He smiles at your innocence. “Hard?” he finishes for you.
You nod in response and he chuckles.
“Because I'm attracted to you,” he explains. “It's just my body's reaction to you.”
Your eyes grow curious, those pretty eyelashes of yours making Jake imagine what you would look like crying a little as you suck his cock. “Can I...Can I touch it?” you ask and Jake almost loses it.
“If you want,” he nods, removing his loincloth.
You gently trace your fingers over his hard cock, moving to the bulbous head, teasing it. Jake inhales sharply.
You can't take your eyes off his face, off his reaction. He throws his head back and butterflies explode in your stomach. He seems to be enjoying himself so much and you are making him feel this way.
“Sweetheart,” he says breathlessly after a moment, “can you lay down on your back for me?”
a/n. hoya, this truly came out of horniness for the blue aliens i desire, i wanna write full fics at some point but i hope these satisfy my fellow alien-fuckers.
the na'vi, is huge. he towers you, double the height of a normal human male. his size is reflective elsewhere too. his shaft is large, too long and too thick–he doesn’t care, he believes that it will fit. he does everything to make sure it fits, he makes sure the entire thing fits even if he goes inch, by inch, by inch–torturing himself, resisting his animalistic urge to completely pound you into the wet mulch.
the na'vi, marks you. he clings onto you when his entire length is inside of you. he holds you tightly, his large blue hands leaving handprints all over you, mostly your hips, upper arm, under your thighs…and your neck, oh your throat–constantly covered in a large handprint, he gifts you necklaces large enough to cover them when around the tribe but hell, he doesn’t let you wear it when you’re alone.
the na'vi, bites. his fangs, nips, chews at your soft skin. he utters words like, “human, your skin is as soft as whale blubber.”. hard to understand until you were given blubber to try. he loves when you’re on your knees, chest dug into ground with your back arched. ass bare for him, he nips them before completely devouring your cunt.
the na'vi, loves the way you taste. he can't stop, he makes you cum too many times. your juices taste like nectar to him, the rarest kind. he would awaken you with a taste for himself and even put you to bed with his head between your legs, his tongue deep inside penetrating you, curling his tongue along all the ridges and cavities he can find.
the na'vi, is needy. he’s always wanting you. he wants to explore you, how different you are to his kind. he plays with you anytime he gets, fingers deep inside feeling for anything new–he loves the sounds it makes, the wet squelches and the way when he moves too much liquids squirt out and you whimper in into your fists trying to make no noise.
the na'vi, always plays with you outdoors. he enjoys fucking you under the moonlight the most, with the glow of the scrubs and trees around. he likes the way the colours bounce off your bare skin, hue completely different to his own.
the na'vi, stares, he stares at the way his cock stretches you–his cock the size of your arm somehow fits. humans must’ve been made for this. the lips curl, fat plump lips–hug his cock, dragging and sucking him back in when he would thrust, he loved doing it slowly, seeing the way your cunt moves, leaving trails of your white cum all over his blue cock.
the na'vi, loves your mouth. the way it chokes on his cock, taking it deep inside your throat. he loves the colours of your tongue, the way it mixes with his–the way it’s so hot and warm when he feels it with his tongue.
the na'vi, palms your tits. his kind don’t have large tits like yours. they jiggle when he fucks you from any angle and he always wants his hands or mouth on them.
the na'vi, melts from the tunes of your voice. your moans, groans, whimpers and cries–he hears them in his sleep. the way your lips fall apart, you’re unable to resist making those little noises for him.
the na'vi, allows you to mount him. it’s his favourite position. watching the way you struggle to sit on his cock properly, constantly adjusting and begging him for help. his large hands holding onto your much smaller hips–helping guide you as your body shudders and shakes from the pleasure. he loves the way your small hands rest on his chest as you ass bounces on his cock, whimpering. he sees the way his cock looks inside of you, he can see it when you sit and stare it him, telling him, “i’ve taken all of you, look.” you rest his palms on your stomach, the ridge of his head inside can be felt from above your belly button. it makes him harder to know you can take so much for such a small being.
⟶ cw. pure fluffy thirst, short smut, unprotected sex, size kink, SIZE : P na'vis are huge after all, established relationship, interspecies, alien!sex, lots of kissing, lovey dovey + more
⟶ note. hi! this is really short : ) just testing the waters
you never realized how pretty they were. well, from the photographs they just seemed like overly large blue cat people. up close, it's different–like any other species their skin had multiple hues.
soft fingers skim his sharp cheekbones, hues of turquoise and sky blue–darker, richer hued stripes peppered his warm skin. his eyes shut feeling the heat of your touch, and softness continues to linger across his lids–long dark lashes against your fingers. just like his hair.
his noise twitches when you touch it. your lips spread into a cheeky grin and a chuckle leaves your lips. he scrunchies his wide nose bridge shaking his head playfully as if trying to get you off him. "play nice."
"nice? you're making my eyes water with your tiny fingers poking around at it." little strands of hair loosen from his braids from his day out. you scoff, reaching quickly to nip his ears between your fingers.
"ouch." his eyebrows stitched holding onto his pierced ears, littered with hoops all over the cartilage.
you lean towards his face and press your lips against his nose, a gentle kiss that makes his skin brighten and face flush. "hush, you crybaby."
"i am an adult, not a baby."
you lean back onto your palms, "it's just a term, to tease you."
"i do not enjoy your teasing." he nudges into the crook of your shoulder, taking a chomp of your skin, "mate."
"i'm not your mate. you forget."
he breathes, groaning against your skin. "i recall, my love. you refuse to mate with me."
you roll your eyes, drawing his face into your palms, "do you recall what we're doing?" you breath out a moan, feeling him thrust upwards into you.
his lips stretch into a grin, "of course, i enjoy how warm you are." his lips blue, dusted with some purple press a wet kiss on your throat as he sucks on it. you throw your head back, releasing more music to his ears. you're sure this is his favourite position, after all it's uncommon for you to be his height in most situations.
riding him allowed that, and he loved feeling all of you. kissing all of you whilst you did so, he almost rarely allowed you to control the pace of it all–constantly interrupting your rhythm with his hungry ruts. you took too long, as he says.
you roll your hips into him, holding onto his large thighs on your sides as you did. your legs rested on his hips, whilst his entirety punishes your insides. "i still want you to be mine."
"i am yours."
he growls, "i want you to be mine, i want to devote my love to you under eywa."
you know what he means. yet you don't even know if it's possible, it's barely possible to think right now. your mind drunk on his touch and body burning with heated arousal. the angle was almost painful, his cock larger than anything you knew, you recall the first time you took him–he was so proud, pleased you were capable of taking him.
seemed like fucking him inside your makeshift treehouse and home for this mission wasn't enough for him. "my love, eywa is everywhere, is she not?"
his eyes glimmer, you were right. after all, all the sacred lands were destroyed, where would you perform such mating ritual and well, you weren't exactly capable to joining yourself to him in ways the na'vi would.
he loved the way you spoke, so intelligent, so wise. you always knew what to say. his large hand holds your cheek with love, he smiles, "will you be mine?"
he captures your lips. warm and tender it was. he picks up his pace slightly, causing your body to burn. it becomes sloppy, hungry–lips attempting to devour one another. between his heavy strokes and everlasting kiss you manage to catch your breath.
"i've always been yours," you say, breathless–dazed, "now stop asking, and fuck me properly."
he lets out a snort, shaking his head. "my love, your tongue is primitive." he pushes off his butt, pushing you into the soft blankets and cushions splayed across the floor, the bed wasn't big enough to fit him. he angles you, ready to pound, your toes curl feeling him enter so slowly, "but of course, i will fuck you properly."
jake tying you up and edging you until you’re crying, begging him to fuck you
and when he finally does he goes agonizingly slow and makes you beg to cum
He'd be so purposely mean 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩
Jake's large hands tighten the rope over your wrists, ensuring you can't pull free, before he caresses your face.
You watch him, big doe eyes blown wide, your tongue licking over your lips eagerly. He kisses your shoulder, murmurs, “Y'trust me, don't you, baby?”
You nod. “I trust you,” you reply, body trembling as one of Jake's hands wanders between your thighs. “I trust y'so much.”
Jake caresses between your folds, playing with your clit, making your hips buck against his movements. “'nd you're gonna be good f'r me, right?”
“Yes,” you reply. “I'll be good f'r you, Daddy. I swear.” You spread your legs, allowing Jake's hand more access, his thumb rubbing your clit in steady circles, one of his fingers gathering your arousal and sliding into you.
You whine softly, quietly, and Jake captures your mouth with his, his tongue meeting yours, his teeth dragging over your lower lip. You gasp softly as Jake pushes a second finger into you, curling both digits up to press your g-spot with practiced perfection.
You shudder, back arching as the pleasure fills you, bursting in hot flames all over your body. Your hands tug against their restrains as you attempt to wrap your arms around Jake's neck, and he chuckles at your frail attempt.
“Daddy,” you mewl. “Please, let me touch you.”
Jake smirks, kissing your jaw. “No,” he replies simply, the pace of his fingers agonizingly slow. “I tied you up for a reason, girl.”
You whimper, desperate, body trembling as your orgasm approaches but is held back from how gentle Jake's fingers are being. You want him to fuck you, rough and fast and mean. Instead, he's fingering you so slowly, taking his sweet time, and it's torture.
“Good girls don't complain when daddy fingers them,” he tells you. “Don't tell me you're growing into an ungrateful brat, hm?”
You shake your head. “'m not ungrateful, not ungrateful!” you insist, eyes fluttering shut.
“Then quit complainin',” he says, lowering his face to kiss the top of your breasts, licking between them before attaching his mouth to one of your nipples. You jerk against the ropes again, needing to tangle your fingers in his hair, to caress his face.
“Daddy,” you gasp softly, Jake's unoccupied hand rising to your chest and fondling your breast as he sucks your nipple. “'s so good.”
Jake just chuckles against you, his cock twitching against his loincloth. Your arousal drips down his hand, decorating his fingers, his knuckles. He can smell it, your slick, the scent sweet and thick.
You grind your hips against his touch, trying to increase the friction of his fingers. But his pace is measured, careful, and he refuses to go faster.
Your buildup is slow, agonizingly so. You're seeing stars, the pleasure coursing through your veins like molten lava, sluggish but searing, until you feel your orgasm right there, right in reach. You try grasping it, try allowing it to wash over you, but Jake pulls his fingers out of you, making you mewl at the loss of contact.
“No!” you cry, body shaking, your hands attempting to fly to your pussy so you can make yourself come, but the ropes hold you back. “No! Daddy!”
“Shush it,” Jake orders before biting the top of your breast, ensuring to leave a mark. “You're mine, girl. I get to do to you whatever I want, and you gotta take it.”
And take it you will.
Jake pushes his fingers inside you again, caressing that spongey spot slowly, his thumb applying the minimum amount of pressure on your clit, making you shake and mewl.
“Daddy, please!” you cry, tears of frustration forming in your eyes. “I jus' need t'come! Please!”
“Not yet,” Jake says, his fingers building you up slowly, making your body quake with pleasure, and when he feels you're close, he removes his touch, making you whine and beg, back arching in an attempt to rub your hips against his hand.
“y're so mean,” you mewl, tears spilling from your eyes. Jake simply smirks, continuing his attack on your pussy. He does it over and over, pushing you right to the edge and then denying you your orgasm. You lose count of how many times he does it, lose count of how many begs you've cried out, lose count of the many tears that stream down your face.
Jake edges you until you're limp, your body weak, your legs threatening to give out. And then Jake's kissing your mouth, soft and slow, tender, as he caresses your puffy cunt, making you jerk.
“Enough!” you gasp. “Daddy, 's enough! Please fuck me already! Fuck me!”
Jake can't help himself. He has to tease you, he loves the look of desperation on your face. “Hmm, I don't think you've been good enough for me to fuck you.”
“Please!” you sob, ears folded back, entire being shaking with need. “Daddy, please! Need you so bad, need you inside me! Daddy, please! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Jake just watches you, his cock dripping precum at the sight of your pathetic body, wailing, begging, shaking.
“Fine,” he says, smirking, and you gasp, relieved.
“Yes, fuck me. Daddy, fuck me.”
Jake unties your hands, grinning at the desperate way you lounge yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. You press your mouth against his, giving him a sloppy kiss, your entire body weak and boneless.
Jake leads you to the ground, laying you on your back, and he climbs on top of you. He removes his loincloth before dragging the head of his cock between your folds.
You shudder, back arching, eyes fluttering shut, as you spread your legs even more, whining, “Please, please, please.”
Jake slides his cock into you leisurely, reveling in the way you tighten around him. You gasp, throwing your head back, exposing your neck to his hungry mouth.
Jake bites over your throat, drags his canines across your pulse, and you buck your hips up desperately, trying to get him to go fast and hard.
“Daddy!” you mewl. “Daddy!”
But Jake doesn't give in. Instead, he goes slow, his thrusts gentle, so slow, you start crying, the feeling of your orgasm rising to the surface only to disappear overwhelming your poor body.
“No, no,” you gasp. “Faster! Daddy, use me!”
Jake pretends he doesn't hear you, continues kissing your neck. He licks your jaw, biting your soft skin, his cock dragging against your gummy walls, making you wail.
“No,” you blubber out, body trembling from the many orgasms he's denied you. “No. Y're so mean. So mean.”
“Shh,” Jake coos. “It's okay, sweet. Daddy'll take care of you.”
You shake your head, still crying. “Y're mean. I just need—I just want—y're so mean!” You sob, the ache of your denied pleasure and the soft waves of bliss that come from his gentle thrusts driving you into a frenzy.
Your vision is growing dark around the edges, your mind hazy, spit and tears rolling down your face. You arch your back, try to reach between your body and Jake's to find your clit, but one of his hands grabs yours and holds it away.
“You're gonna come when I decide you can,” he growls, folding his ears back. “Y'understand, girl?”
“Please,” you mewl, sniffling under him. “Daddy!”
“Not yet,” Jake says, gyrating his hips against yours, making his cock drag against your gummy walls. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, mind blank from the bliss.
“Daddy, let me come,” you beg. “Oh, please, let me come already! Daddy!”
“Not yet,” he repeats, slowly, pronouncing the words clearly to make you understand.
“Please, 'm so close!” you bawl, entire body trembling with the horrendous ache to just come.
At your words, Jake stops his trusts, making you whimper and cry, tears rolling down your cheek. “No! No! Please!”
“If you come before I let you, I swear to God I won't fuck you for an entire week,” he warns, and you whimper, but nod.
“I won't come until you let me, Daddy,” you promise. “I'll be good.”
Jake resumes his thrusts, slow, deep, and he admires the look of pain across your beautiful face.
“'t hurts,” you mewl. “It hurts, Daddy, Please, make it stop!”
“I know,” he tells you, kissing the tip of your nose. “I know it hurts. You've done so good all this time, just a while longer, girl.”
“Please, please, please!” You quiver, sobbing, and Jake continues his slow torture upon your raw cunt.
The pleasure claws at your insides, your womb burning, nails dragging across Jake's broad back. You can't take it anymore. You feel like you're going to faint, like you're gonna die right there as he fucks you.
Jake can feel you clenching around him, making him groan as his cock twitches. He sees how hard you're trying not to come, the way you furrow your eyebrows and bite your lip, and he feels this soft warmness rush through his chest.
“Alright, baby, you've been good f'r me,” he says, kissing your neck. “Come on my cock, yeah?”
You gasp, sobbing, “Thank you! Thank you, Daddy! Fuck!”
Jake slides a hand between your bodies and he finds your clit, flicking it between his fingers, making you mewl and throwing your abused body over the edge.
You come with shuddering cries and whimpers, entire body thrashing with your orgasm. You sob, relief filling you, as tears spill from your eyes.
“Thank you,” you moan, eyes shut, mouth agape. “Thank you!”
Jake chuckles strenuously before he starts rutting into you, fucking you like you'd begged him to, and you arch your back, crying out.
You come again, your poor body sore and raw and overstimulated, and it pushes Jake to his own orgasm. He comes in hot, thick ropes, filling your cunt with his load, making you jerk beneath him.
“Oh, goddamn,” he grunts, his thrusts slowing as he kisses your face, your lips, the tip of your nose. “Oh, you're such a good girl. I love you so bad.”
You're too fucked out do much but reply, “I love you too.”
