tried to channel my inner freak and write out something nasty. How did I do? Inspired by @fangirlingat2am miles quaritch drabble ;)
Pairing: Recom!Miles Quaritch x Na'vi!Reader
Summary: You just started your yearly heat and finally have someone, Quaritch, to satisfy your needs
Wordcount: 2.2k
Warnings/tags: porn without plot, heat cycles, no prepping, riding, breeding, big dick, breeding kink, tit sucking, excessive wet pussy, penis in vagina sex, unsafe sex, dirty talk, belly bulge, kuru play, tit slapping, squirting, pet names, mutual orgasm, praise kink, slight aftercare, english is not my first language, not proof read
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"Been waiting all day for this" you mewled, your voice only a slurred sound as your yearly heat took over your body. Like a sex crazy feral savage, you practically ripped his camo pants off his body, your hands working desperately to uncover your sopping pussy.
"Easy, Sugar. I'm not going anywhere" Quaritch chuckled, holding you by the thighs, thumb brushing over your feverish skin. Despite his words, he couldn't deny the throbbing ache pulling deep in his groin that grew more unbearable with every second that passed in which he wasn't buried in your sweet cunt.
You were already panting, your hand grasping his rock hard cock. Normally you would have jerked him off, wrapped your lips around the tip and worshipped him until he made you get up so he could fuck you, but your body was already wound tight and you feared you were going crazy. You felt like you were about to combust if you didn’t get him inside you with your next breath.
You lined him up with your hole and finally, finally sank down onto his massive cock, your folds eagerly opening up for him. The stretch in your pussy was immediate, overwhelming, despite how wet you already were.
He was huge, as thick as your wrist, longer than anything you'd ever taken and it hit the most perfect spots inside you every time, making your thighs quake from him just just filling you up with his sheer size.
"Oh fuck, Quaritch" you sighed out in utter most relief, overpronouncing the 'r' in his name, but neither you nor him cared about that right now. He found it cute, his name on your tounge, especially with the thin trail of drool running down the corner of your mouth while you looked at him like your head has just been emptied, and the only thing you still knew how to do was how to bounce on his cock.
Your cunt was immpossibly drenched, hot, slick juices coating him from tip to base, making every slide of your ovulating pussy effortless and obscenely smooth.
Up and down you went, the glide so wet it bordered on being too slippery, your walls parting greedily around his veined shaft.
Each time you dropped fully, bottoming him out against your swollen cervix, a loud, lewd slap echoed throughout the room, followed by a high moan from you and a low groan from deep withing his chest.
Your soaked entrance wetly met his heavy balls, the sound mingling with the squelch of your arousal that spilled around the base of his cock.
His thighs beneath you were a slick mess, ruined by the flood of your wetness that dripped down in thick globs, pooling on his blue skin and soaking into the fur bed beneath him. You couldn't help it. The way he filled you had your body in overdrive, sweat beading on your forehead and trickling between your heaving breasts that jiggled with every bounce.
Your moans spilled out uncontrollably, high and needy, mixing with heavy pants as you rode him harder, hips rolling in desperate circles. You were almost sobbing at how good you felt, the bioluminescent freckles on your body pulsing in sync with every wave of pleasure rolling over you.
Quaritchs yellow eyes were locked on you, his pupils dark with lust and that deeply rooted affection he reserved only for you. "Goddamn, look at you, baby" he drawled, voice gravelly and thick, the sound sending shocks down your spine and causing your pussy to squeeze him even tighter.
His eyes fluttered at the sensation, his jaw going slack watching his dick disappear in your cunt "My cocks stretchin' you so pretty, fuck, love it when you're like this" His words hit like sparks, igniting your heat soaked core, making fresh gushes of slick coat him even more. Your body trembled harder, eyes starting to roll back in your head, crossing slightly as the pleasure blurred your vision and took every reason out of your head.
All you could think about was cock. His cock. His cum, in your pussy, breeding you good.
You sobbed pathetically, your body falling forward in exhaustion, but you caught yourself, your palms sprawling out over his chest to steady yourself. Even though your body was getting tired, not even if someone put a gun to your head would you stop grinding your hips back on his dick. Your breasts swayed between your arms, the movement hypnotising to the starved man.
Quaritch reached up, his large hands palming your perfect, sweat-slick tits, thumbs flicking over your stiff nipples before squeezing the soft flesh, giving them a soft slap. "All tits, no brain. Ain't that right, baby?" he teased you with that smug grin on his face.
If you hadn't been this batshit horny, you would have wiped that smirk off his frustratingly handsome face in a second. But against your better judgement, you babbled out a dumb "uh-huh" your words ending in a cute little mewl as he pinched your nipples, softly pulling at the peaks.
You were needily arching into his rough touch, the added sensation sending jolts straight to your clit. Drool escaped you once again as you bounced with wild abandon, the easy in and out, his veiny cock dragging against your walls.
Slap, squelch, slap, the sounds were making Quaritch go crazy.
Your steady rhythm faltered for a moment. "Q-Quaritch..." you panted out, your voice just over a whisper. You didn't know why you said his name, why it seemed like a plea, like you craved something more than just his cock.
Quaritch groaned under you, one strong hand keeping you moving on his cock by grabbing the soft flesh of your thigh "Fuck, keep saying my name while you get yourself off on my dick, sugar" he murmured into the valley between your breasts.
He kissed and sucked your jiggling tits, not long before a nipple slipped between his lips. The suckling and nursing of his mouth made you gasp, the coil in your core tightening.
You threw your head back, your mind swimming with pleasure. "Quaritch- I, please, oh-" you hiccuped, the coherent words you tried to speak being interrupted by a string of wanton moans.
He was about to egg you on even more, telling you to use your words if you wanted something from him. But then he catched your braid falling over your shoulder into your lap, your queue slithering free between the dark strands of hair, desperately seeking his.
He huffed softly. This was the thing you wanted the most from him, an ache not even his cock could satisfy deep within you. He heard you whimper his name once more. That was it. He grasped his kuru, guiding his own neural tendrils to intertwine with yours. Tsaheylu snapped into place, an electric jolt racing through your veins, bonding your sensations. You felt his pleasure echo yours, the throb of his cock, the clench of your walls, his feelings ebbing into yours as if you were one.
You screamed. Quaritch pupils were already wide, but now they resembled dinner plates, almost swallowing all of the rich yellow colour around them. "Yeah, feel how bad I want you" he whispered, not even knowing if you heard him, but you certainly felt it.
Your body folded backwards, your hands on his thighs keeping you steady while your back arched and your head rested between your shoulders. Your hips kept their movements going, your pussy dragging along his cock.
This new position revealed what you felt all along, now visible to the naked eye, Quaritch cock nestled all the way in your gut. A bulge formed in the lower parts of your stomach, disappearing and reappearing with every thrust of your hips.
Quaritch damn near lost it.
He moaned at the sight, one hand sliding down to press firmly against the prominent swell in your lower belly, right where his cock outlined itself inside you. This was probably the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his entire life, licking his lips as he watched your clear arousal turn thicker and white with every bounce. "Filthy little thing, creamin' all over me. Gonna breed this pussy full."
The pressure of his hand made stars burst behind your eyelids and his words, fuck he always knew what to say to make you completely lose your mind.
Your eyes rolled back fully now, crossing in ecstasy as you shook violently on him, thighs quivering like they had turned into jelly. Sweat poured off you, mingling with the wetness between your legs, and just thinking about Quaritchs seed taking root in your womb made you want to explode. You cried, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.
He put a hand on your arm, pulling you into a more up-right position so you could look into his eyes. You felt his release building through the bond, hot and insistent, every time you bottomed out.
"Gonna make you squirt all over me, aren't I? Cum for your man, baby. Let it go."
It was effortless, the way he unraveled you. His long fingers pulled your nipples harder, his thumb pressing against your tummy, cock throbbing inside your soaked heat.
The coil snapped without warning.
You cried out, a guttural moan tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy clenched rhythmically, squirting in forceful bursts that sprayed across his abs and thighs, adding to the slickness of your paired arousals. The pressure made his cock slip free from you.
"Quaritch!" you whined loudly at the loss, sobbing pathetically and cock-drunk.
Lucky for you, he needed to cum inside you. Right now. You weren't empty for long as he swiftly pulled you back on him by the hips, hissing as your still pulsing pussy enveloped his sensitive tip.
"Ugh, Miles!" you squeaked in relief as he filled you once more. You were trembling uncontrollably, body shaking on his cock, panting through the pleasure thrumming in your veins, eyes still lost in crossed bliss.
"That's my girl" he praised, bucking up to meet your spasms, his own release building. "Squirtin' so pretty for me, fuck, that pussy is perfect. You're perfect, sugar"
Quaritch roared then, his cock pulsing strongly against your cervix, unleashing rope after rope of thick cum, flooding your pussy until your hole overflowed with the sheer amount of it, white streams leaking over his abdomen with each thrust.
It was so much, excessive, and messy just how you liked it, his seed painting your insides and marking you utterly as his.
He kept thrusting through it, prolonging his orgasm to make sure he filled you with every last drop to satisfy every craving your womb had during your heat so it could finally die down.
You both panted in the aftershocks of your orgasms, your thighs shaking poorly. Boneless, you fell forward, not being able to support your own weight on your legs any longer. He cought you gently, laying you against his sweaty chest, though it felt cooling when your cheeks were pressed to his skin, a sigh escaping you.
When the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears faded away and you could grasp a thought that wasn't just about Quaritch fucking you, you cringed. His cum was dripping out of you, but you were too lazy to move a muscle. Not that you even could. Your muscles were sore like they hadn't been in a long time, the joints in your knees aching faintly.
Quaritch eased you into the nest of fur blankets next to him so he could sit up and slowly bend your legs. Your knees had been locked up in the same angled position for a while and the least thing he could do was give you a little massage to ease the pain.
His thumb dug into the tendons of your calves, triggering points to relief tension. You practically melted into the pillows. "You feelin' alright, Sugar?" he asked you like he hadn't just fucked the living daylights out of you.
"Never better" you muttered sleepily, your eyes at the brink of closing. You felt warm, your heart full amongst other things and oh, how perfect this evening would be if you could cuddle up against him and fall asleep.
Seemed like you weren't gonna get to the cuddling part, at least not concious. Just a minute later, when Quaritgh looked back up at you, the lights were out. Your mouth was opened in a soft snore, your nose scrunched softly. It warmed his heart, something he hadn't thought was possible with all the shit he had witnessed and done in his lifetime, blue or not.
He cleaned up both of you, not wanting you to wake up feeling sticky and gross, before joining you in bed, pulling your sleeping body against his side with a kiss to your temple.
Quaritch played gently with your kuru behind your back, the smooth braid wrapped around his palm until he, too, fell asleep.
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Damn I have to stop writing shit like this until 3 am😭 im literally so tired rn guys I hope everything makes sense. Please comment, write me a book, its the only thing keeping me alive atp. Good night <3
