enhanced! peter parker that just can’t seem to keep his hands off you! he’s been acting so weird, so on edge, though you can’t quite place why, and you aren’t complaining much, seeing as you’ve gotten more attention in the past few days than you ever have in your life. he’s a mess, the second you come through the door. he’s waiting for you, your heartbeat echoing in his aching head, the smell of your perfume clouding his senses. by the time you reach him, fingers in his hair, hugging him after a long day, he’s gone, wasted on you. his pulse hammers at the base of his throat, his skin buzzing from your touch, already half hard just from the feeling of you so close after an agonizing few hours. he gets you straight to the bedroom, leaving a trail of your clothes down the hall, practically whining any time you even slightly pull away. finally, you’re beneath him, right where he wants you, and he is an absolute wreck. his lips burn with the intensity in which he kisses you, all teeth and tongues, his mind playing the sounds of your chaste breath on a painfully intense loop. when you brush his length, he nearly finishes on the spot, your name falling from his lips in a broken plea. “missed you so much, sweet girl, please just- oh, god, take it easy, yeah? wanna-“ he can’t even finish. your hand wraps around his pulsing cock, and he’s shooting thick ropes onto your smooth skin, chest heaving, cheeks flushed and dewy with sweat. “oh, baby, i’m sorry,” he murmurs after a moment, shaking his head at his own selfishness, “come here, okay? wanna taste you.” he buries his head between your thighs, and by the time you come undone on his tongue, he’s painfully hard again, nudging against the mattress to relieve the throbbing. “come here,” you hum, watching him through half lidded eyes, “slow down, pete. just come be with me.” he nods, hesitating before lying beside you, letting you roll on top of him, sliding down onto him with a familiar ease. his hands fly to your hips, bucking into you on instinct, but you shake your head, leaning into his neck, inhaling his warm scent. “just lay with me,” you whisper, and he twitches inside you, “you can let it go, mkay? just relax, honey. love you s’much.” and then he’s cumming again, shooting into you with a shaky exhale, from almost no contact at all. he can feel the way you clench around him, the way you drink it all in, and hear the way your breath hitches. you keep your promise though, lying there with him in the afterglow, soothing him in the way only you can until his raging arachnid senses slow down to a steady drip.
✧˚₊‧ peter cumming in his pants when you sit on his face!
it’s been far too long since peter has fucked.
yes, you fucked him that one when you had to figure out who in the hell you fucked because he disappeared before you woke up; you’d eventually remember when you saw parker’s tank-top on the floor.
you remember his pathetic whimpers as he piston into you, the way he fucked sloppy and the way he refused to even pull out once, like it was physically impossible for him to pull out— and in some ways? it was… and you also remember, oh yeah! you have his phone number now, so of course, when the night is late, when nobody is around and you’re far too horny for your own good? guess he’d do the trick.
and peter, for all of his flaws, has a really good green flag if you ask the right person; he loves when women sit on his face.
he lovesssss getting a face full of pussy, his tongue licking up and down their folds and tasting all of their juices all over his face. he loves feeling trapped under thighs and under someone in full control… and he loved it especially tonight, when he hasn’t gotten the feeling in forever, and you put all your weight on him.
“p-peter! peter!” your moans echo off the wall just like they did two weeks ago as this time, it wasn’t his cock drilling in and out of you, it was his tongue lapping you up and down.
his rough hands grab your waist and keeps you on him, moaning against your cunt as your fingers stroke his hair. “mhm… so good b-baby.” his moans are broken, blushing as he can’t stop his tongue. “s’so’so good.” he mutters, feeling his cock twitch as his mouth tastes more of of your pussy. “could eat you all fuckin’ night, sweet girl.”
you rock on his face, both of your hands in his hair as he continues to lick and suck on your wet pussy. his legs shake a little, eyes rolling back at the taste of you entering his mouth— you taste so good.
“peter! p’peter! ohhhhh fu-fuckkkk!” you moan out, fingers yanking at his brown hair as you look down at him, shuddering at seeing him.
he didn’t hold himself back— he couldn’t, that’s the thing with his powers; yes, he’s spider-man and one of the downsides? he can’t hold himself back when pleasure overloads his senses… and in no time at all… he feels his balls clench and his cock vibrates in his pants.
and suddenly, he feels ropes of heavy semen leave his cock and stain his pants, unloading in his boxers as he cums— just by you sitting on his face.
you feel him tremble under you and you furrow your brows, looking at him with a mouth agape and turn your head, seeing his grey sweatpants become stained in the crotch area. you turn your head back at him and seeing the blush of embarrassment on his face.
“peter!”
“mhm— what?”
you shake your head as you groan at the vibrations against your cunt. “you— you just cummed? what- what the fuck?”
he shakes his head in between his thighs, running his hands up and down your back. “…’m sorry… you just t-taste so good… fuck…”
oh this absolutely pathetic man.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: god, i luv this pathetic ass man. also??? the amount of support on my first peter oneshot? didn’t expect that but if people want more penis parker, they gonna get penis parker!
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I have an idea and I hope I can explain it well cause I suck at explaining😛
So idk if you’ve been seeing this/this trend going on in TikTok, but I was wondering maybe a real smutty story of( I’m probably gonna throw a few names around with different ideas maybe but again I suck at explaining my ideas) either
~Jake with Navi Reader and she’s highly confused about the human tech and he has to guide her
~Solek with Sarentu reader (I have an idea but can’t put into words)
~Loak with Metkayina or Omatikaya reader with similar idea of Jake’s?
~Neteyam with Navi reader
And whoever else you’d want for it, idc Eiffel Tower me with Jake and Solek if that floats your boat😏. I love your stories and your beautiful mind, make it however you see fit, I hope I didn’t confuse you and this all made sense to grasp a general idea. Love ya stories take care of yourself😘
Teach Her (18+) MDNI
│Aged-up Neteyam x Female Omatikaya Reader x Aged-up Lo'ak
Growing up with the Sully brothers was so much fun. They were gentlemen at heart, so you were constantly pampered around them. No heavy lifting, no hunting, no weapons. Anything that involved you lifting a finger, they would scowl at you until you let them take care of it.
As the three of you got older, the dynamic changed drastically. The best way to describe it was you hung out with one of them, and then the other.
It was the best of both worlds, but it came at a price. There was no more trio.
Splitting your attention between the two of them wasn’t hard. Lo’ak was upbeat, loud, and reckless. Neteyam was the complete opposite. Quiet, calm, and careful.
When their father deemed it the right time, they began to explore the human things that their father was familiar with. You became more interested in the human aspect of their lives, one that they could come together on to teach you about.
The lab was dark, and cold at night. An eerie feeling creeps through your bones as you walk silently around the lab.
Neteyam told you to meet him here late into the night. You agreed like you always did. He wasn’t one for sneaking around so it had to have been something good.
As you walked through the lab, it was silent. Too silent.
You pass by a room, and you don’t think twice about it until you see something move around inside. Walking backwards to peek back in, you find Lo’ak and Neteyam sitting out mysterious objects onto a sterile tabletop. The room was dark, like the rest of the lab around this time, only a dim lamp sat lit in the corner.
Neteyam’s gaze finds yours unintentionally and he smirks, a knowing smirk. Lo’ak follows his gaze and gives you the same dumb Sully smirk too.
As you walk inside the room, a shiver runs down your spine. For what? Well, you were about to find out.
“I know you were curious about some human stuff, so I set this up to teach you more about it,” Neteyam says, his voice husky and thick as he speaks.
“Okay… well what is it,” you ask, growing more curious by the second.
“Well,” Lo’ak says, stepping towards you, closing the distance in only a few strides. He brings his hand up to your face, his finger runs along the length of your jaw. Your gaze finds his, lust was present in his eyes.
Strong hands wrap around your waist, and you look over your shoulder to find that Neteyam had made his way across the room to where you stood.
The two bodies that towered over you emitted a heat you were unfamiliar with. Lo’ak leans down, placing soft kisses to the skin of your neck. You turn your head back towards him and Neteyam takes the opportunity to place kisses against the tip of your ear, biting gently against the soft skin.
The shock that ran through your body left you speechless. You knew the way you teased and messed around with the boys would eventually lead to something like this, but both of them? At the same time?
Slick pooled in your loincloth at the thought. Your thighs press together as desire grows throughout your body.
Lo’ak notices.
He lifts his head from your neck; he places a rough kiss to your lips. He was always the rougher brother. Lo’ak’s tongue slides against your lips, asking for permission to enter. Your eyes close, and you savor the kiss between you and him.
Neteyam’s hands roam your body. Up and down your back, brushing just above your loincloth, just below your breasts. He was testing the limits, but when you set none for him, he squeezed your nipples through your top and let a finger slide under your loincloth inches away from your aching core and he gripped the skin of your ass hard.
His cock pressed hard into your back, Lo’ak’s pressed hard against your stomach.
You pull away from the kiss with Lo’ak, attempting to catch your breath after it felt like it had been stolen from you.
The two boys make eye contact, deciding it was time to introduce you to some of the things they brought.
“Come here,” Lo’ak says, running his arm down the length of your arm before grabbing your hand to guide you over to the table.
A multitude of objects lay spread out. All of them were ones that you had never seen before. You touched one and the material felt unfamiliar.
Neteyam picks up the one you touched to give you a better look. It was bright pink, a shade too bright for your eyes to digest. One end had a suction-like circle that was hollowed out, on the other end a bunch of buttons controlled it.
“The material is silicone. A human material. It is called a vibrator. This suction part will make you feel good, if you want to try it of course,” he says, barely above a whisper as his own desire grows.
“Okay, let’s do it,” you say, a confidence growing in you. Both of them knew you had never done anything like this before, but who better else to try it with than them.
Lo’ak makes room before placing his hands under your arms and placing you in the middle of the table. He moved around you, undoing the ties to your top and letting it pool in your lap. You reach for it to place it somewhere else, but your attention is locked on Neteyam.
He stood in front of you, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your skin. He places the object he called a vibrator down before running his hands up your thighs. He squeezes the skin of your hips before slowly undoing the ties to your loincloth, mimicking the way Lo’ak had done to your top.
He didn’t slide it out from under you; he didn’t want you to feel cold on top of the table. Neteyam pushed his thigh in between your knees, carefully spreading your legs wider. You sat bare in between the two brothers, anticipating whatever they were about to do to you.
Neteyam picks up the toy and turns it on. A small hum came from the vibrator. You watched carefully as he brought it down to your dripping wet core.
He leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips before he pushes it right against your clit and the pleasure was immediate. You moan loudly, breaking away from the kiss as you grip the edge of the table as the vibrations run through your entire body.
Lo’ak presses his hand against your mouth.
“Be quiet pretty girl,” he whispers, leaning down close to your ear. He pulls your body towards him, until your back rests against the cold hard table beneath you. Goosebumps rise along your skin.
Neteyam presses the vibrator firm against your clit as you bring your legs up to rest your feet on the edge of the table. His hand reaches at the bend of your leg and pushes it towards your chest to open your core wider for him.
Your climax was building faster than it usually did. This toy worked magic it seemed. Your slick ran down your legs, pooling on your loincloth that sat below you.
Your legs try to close from the pleasure, but Neteyam keeps them open for you. Unintentionally, you slide your legs around his waist, pulling him closer for more support. He embraces the new position.
His rock-solid cock dug into the soft skin of your inner thigh, Lo’ak’s hand remained over your mouth, muffling the moans that tried to slip through.
Your eyes clamp shut, your legs begin to tremble, your ankles lock around Neteyam’s waist as your climax rocks through your body. Your hands reach up to Lo’ak’s, your nails dug hard into the calloused skin.
Cum gushes from your entrance, getting Neteyam’s loincloth damp and he grunts softly. He rides out your high before turning off the vibrator and setting it on the table to the side.
Lo’ak looks down at you, removing his hand from your mouth, he runs a finger along your cheek.
“Our turn,” he says, barely above a whisper.
You weren’t sure what he meant, until you felt something nudging against your entrance. Neteyam had stripped from his loincloth, and he stood bare in between your legs. His cock rubs through your folds, gathering your slick to ease himself in.
His gaze finds yours, curious as to if you would tell him, you didn’t want him. When you don't, he pushes himself in. The tip glides through your gushing entrance, the burn and stretch were overwhelming but the slick from your cum has it easier. The farther he pushes in, the faster it turns to pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, trying to keep his composure as his tip hits your cervix.
Your head falls back against the table while your hand covers your mouth trying to keep your moans inside. As you lay back, your eyes widen when you realize Lo’ak’s cock sat inches away from your face. Hard, pulsing and leaking precum.
“I got something for that,” he says, smirking down at you. You move your hand away from your mouth, and he slaps the tip against your lips. Opening for him, he slides his tip across the expanse of your tongue before shoving himself deep in your mouth.
His hand finds the back of your neck, tangling in your hair while lifting slightly to angle you so he could hit the deepest parts of your throat.
Neteyam thrusts deep inside you, pulling himself out while brushing past your sweet spot, and pushing back in until his cock bumped against your cervix. You moan around Lo’ak’s cock, sending vibrations through his body as you are pleased by both brothers.
Lo’ak groans as you gag around the base of his cock, spit gathers around your lips while he continues to slide himself in and out. He fucks your throat deep and raw.
Neteyam’s hands grip your hips, his fingers dig into the soft skin as he begins to pound into you. The veins and ridges of his cock rubbing through your warm walls adds to the pleasure. He reaches his hand down to your core, running his thumb in circles along your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Your back arches from the table, allowing both of them to reach deeper from their respective sides. Lo’ak reaches down to your breasts, squeezing, pulling, and pinching at your nipples until they harden from his touch.
Too many sensations added to your pleasure. You were at their mercy while they fucked you like nothing. Neteyam’s circles on your clit became quick and pressured. Lo’ak fucked your throat rough and fast. Neteyam drilled into you at a pace that was punishing. Lo’ak’s fingers played with your nipples perfectly.
“Fuck you take me so good,” Neteyam groans.
“You swallow me so deep,” Lo’ak grunts.
All you can do is moan around the large cock stuffed deep in your throat. The vibrations push Lo’ak over the edge. Warm ropes of cum slide down your throat and you swallow everything he has to give you.
Your climax peaks from the feeling of his pleasure. Your body locks up, your entrance clenches around Neteyam as your cum leaks on his cock, creating a cream around the base of him.
The rhythmic clenching of your core sends Neteyam over the edge in return. His grip becomes bruising as he pumps you full, coating your walls with long, thick ropes of cum.
Lo’ak places his hands on the edge of the table, slowly sliding his cock out of your mouth. He leans down to place a rough kiss to your lips before he manages to catch his own breath.
He watches as you lick the spit and cum from your lips making sure not to miss a single drop of him.
Neteyam hangs his head low and you sit back on your elbows to watch him. He pushes himself out of you by your hips, whimpering as his sensitive tip brushes through your raw walls. Your legs twitch from the sensation of his cock leaving your core.
“That was not what I expected when you asked me to come here tonight,” you say, barely above a whisper.
Both brothers look up at each other; loud laughs leave their mouths as they try their best to stay quiet.
You join them, laughing quietly, but your gaze catches on the rest of the toys.
“Want to try to others,” you ask, biting your bottom lip from the thought of them pleasing you for the rest of the night.
They both stare up at you, and you watch as their cocks twitch from the blood that rushes through it to get them ready for another round.
Lo’ak head cannons for when you and him first met because I love my blue boy sm!! also THIS IS SFW AND NSFW SO MINORS DNI!
Authors note : Sorry for any spelling mistakes on there names if I made some this was not proof read! Alsooo this is my first writing piece that I have posted because I’ve been to scared to post my drafts so here ya go 😘
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SFW
- When you and Lo’ak first met you immediately felt attracted to him
- When he had came to the Metkayina Clan he kept trying to impress you but would fail and just embarrass himself. ( you thought it was cute )
- Neteyam and Kiri would bug him non stop about his little crush on you.
- Lucky for you, you quite liked his siblings so you would find it easy to hangout with them and understand there ways.
- With you learning there ways you also helped them with learning yours. You taught Lo’ak how too talk underwater which was a struggle but it helped you two become close fast.
- Your mother and father disapproved of Lo’ak because they decided they couldn’t trust him with his “Alien” blood in his veins.
- Most importantly they knew Ronal and Tonowari disapproved of them and couldn’t let the clan leaders know their daughter had a thing for the pink skin people.
- You never seemed to care what your parents thought but Lo’ak did.
- You tried telling him that it was okay and your parents would come around eventually but he didn’t think it was possible
- Lo’ak would teach you all the swear words he had learned from Jake and tell you stories to his home.
- “Y/N I promise you the second i get out of here and go home, I’m taking you with me to show you the rainforest, and the people, and the lights. It’s a beautiful place. I know you would love it.”
- You reply those words every night before you fall asleep.
- One day we had a festival and Lo’ak was very scared to go. He felt like he didn’t fit it
- But once he got there he didn’t want to leave
- It was the first time you actully saw him smile and laugh with your people all together.
- He danced, made new friends, even made your parents hate him a bit less.
- At the end of the night he grabbed your hand and took you out by the water
- You both sat on the sand facing eachother with the moonlight and the far away lights being your only sources of light.
- “ Thank you Y/N for getting me to come tonight. I really needed it.”
- Ever since you met Lo’ak you could tell he felt a bit left out and lonely. That was your main reason you wanted him to really connect with your people.
- To show him he didn’t need to be alone.
- “ Of course Lo’ak. I know things have been tough adjusting to this new place, but I’m really happy to see you try.”
- Lo’ak smiled. He felt seen.
- He stood up and put his hand out for you to grab and when you did he pulled you up and hugged you.
- You guys had stayed like that for a while and then when you had finally pulled away he looked at you like you were the most perfect thing he had ever seen.
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NSFW
- You and Lo’ak were both virgins when you met and had no experience.
- You were embarrassed when you liked him because you thought he had already done stuff with the women from his rainforest. Then one day through a game of truth or dare you asked him if he was a virgin and he said yes.
- After that things started getting more intense.
- He would never initiate any physical touch if he wasn’t 100% you wanted it.
- When you both decided to take your relationship further and have sex he was so gentle.
- Every movement made with precision. He made sure you felt amazing.
- He love love love loves giving you head
- it’s his favourite activity. And boy is he good at it.
- When he’s upset and feels like he’s not enough he comes to you.
- He gives you the best head until you forget how to breath and can’t walk for a week. Anything for your approval.
- One time you both snuck out from your beds to go out to the water.
- What was supposed to be an innocent hangout turned into a night of never ending euphoria.
- He was watching you underwater doing flips when he couldn’t contain himself and brought you up.
- You told him you were gonna get caught but he begged you saying everyone was asleep. But the excitement of being caught was what convinced you.
- Your legs wrapped around his as he slowly rocked his hips into you in the water.
- You guys were close enough his feet could touch but far another no one could see you guys.
- His hand was placed around your mouth stopping you from letting your moans wake eveyone in the village.
- This man is ALWAYS whispering sweet praises in your ear as he demolishes you
- “you feel so good Y/N.“ “I love you so much.” “You’re doing so well.”
- He would never degrade you when in such an intimate act in any way.
- The morning after your “sweet” little swim Kiri came to Lo’ak.
- “I heard you get up last night brother. Where did you go?” Kiri asked with a smug look on her face.
- “I had to go piss. Is that a problem?”
- “Mhm” Kiri circled Lo’ak sniffing him.
- Kiri’s eyes widened “I can smell it on you.”
- “smell what?” Lo’ak asked innocently.
- “ You had sex! “
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Authors note : okay that’s all I hope you guys liked it !
thinking about lo’ak being such a pleaser that getting you off can literally get him off oh my— ౨ৎ {18+} nsfw, 1.2k wc, aged up, he’s lowkey begging? bros absolutely whipped ngl, masterlist
Lo’ak has your thighs spread, head dipped between them and braids tied back, the warmth of his tongue lapping at your aching slit. With your hands fisted in his locks, your back bows off the cot and your face screws into a wince of pleasure, a wave of overstimulation rushing over you. Your body was literally buzzing at this point. How long have you been under him?
“Ah-hahhh, L-Lo’ak, please! I can’t cum anymore…” You whine, teeth tugging at the plump, swollen flesh of your bottom lip while he sifts the tip of his tongue between your folds. His nose gently ghosts over your clit, barely nudging against it but you’re so sensitive that it has your body jolting. His eyes lift at your words, golden gaze locking onto your lidded one. Like prey.
And when he pulls up, his two middle fingers slow to a halt before they leave you completely with a sound that makes your toes curl. He’s taking mercy on you, you thought. But it doesn’t feel merciful. In fact, it feels like the opposite. Torturous. You feel terribly empty.
“Do you want me to stop?” Hovering over you, his eyes scan yours, dead serious. A few braids had long since slipped from the hold of his hairtie, shorter than the others as they hang in front of his face. “Y’know all you have to do is say it, and I’ll stop.”
But the sheen of you smeared across his lips and the scent of him all riled up only causes more slick to seep out of you, your body responding to his and you both know you aren’t done.
You shake your head and breathe your answer.
“No.”
He kisses the top of it.
Two long fingers plunge back into your sopping hole, spreading from each other just the slightest to scissor you open. Your hand clamps onto his wrist reflexively, your thighs squeezing to a close when you cry out and arch your back and all he does is push them apart again.
“Nah, keep ‘em open. I haven’t made you do that thing I like yet,” He grins up at you, sharp canines peeking out from behind his top lip as he pushes his fingers in further, until he can feel the smooth, taut skin of your sticky cunt against his knuckles. “You remember, don’t you?”
“Mm-mmn…” Your brows furrow, eyes pinching to a close as your core ropes itself into a burning knot. Ultimately defying your answer.
“Yeah, you do. You know what I want.” He laughs softly, he knows you’re lying, and you know exactly what he’s referring to. You’d only squirted once, without even knowing you could, but that was enough to have Lo’ak trying to make you do it every time you were under him from that point on. You were beyond embarrassed when it happened the first time, but it did something to him he couldn’t explain.
He was determined to make it happen again. He needed it.
“Come on baby, just a little bit? For me?”
His voice flows through your ears like tree sap as he sings his plea. It drives you mad. Those human names he always uses for you. He smiles like the conniving bastard he is, knowing just what it does to you.
“I-I don’t know if I can, Lo’…” You use the backside of your fist to muffle a moan.
He grabs your wrist, removing your hand from your mouth.
“I know you can.”
You can feel it building again, your nipples hardening into stiff peaks, your cheeks tinting mauve and your hips grinding into the palm of his hand shamelessly. It feels so good to the point where you start begging him, and you don’t even know what for.
“So pretty.” Admiring the fucked out look on your face, Lo’ak bites his lip to prevent a groan from slipping out when your tail slinks around his flexed bicep and squeezes.
He can feel you clenching around his digits and he growls quietly, gaze falling back down to watch as you began to leak on his fingers. His tail lashing behind him excitedly. It was his turn to beg.
“Come on. That’s a good girl… come on, come on.”
He curls his fingers, pumping them into where he knows you’re the most sensitive.
“Right there? Yeah?” he breathes, the fluff of your tail brushing against the bulging veins in his forearm.
“Oh god—“ you squeal, mouth falling open, a mewl straining its way out before you fell silent.
“There you go baby, just like that. Make your pretty little mess on my fingers and then we’re done. Promise.” He coos, lowering himself back down to continue his torment on your sensitive cunt once you nod.
As Lo’ak fucks his fingers into your drenched entrance his lips come to a close around your glistening nub, gently sucking on it as he moans into your heat. He can’t help it. You taste just like his favorite fruit and your scent alone has him reeling.
The vibration of his satisfied hums send shockwaves through your nerves, and when that deliciously familiar feeling of your stomach flipping starts to chip away at your senses, you know you’re close.
His left hand suddenly comes up and presses down on your lower abdomen, only adding to the pressure building in your belly and it makes you scream aloud. He releases your clit from hostage and lets his tongue lay flat before shaking his head back and forth, hellbent on tasting every part of you. One thing you admired about Lo’ak was his damn determination.
Your vision blasts white, leaving stars behind your eyelids as the levee breaks and you tumble face first into the heat of ecstasy, head cast to the side, hands in his hair as he lets you ride it out the way you want. Lo’ak’s eyes close in preparation when your legs shudder around his head and he buries his face into your mound. Your melodic moans rise an octave with each one that passes your lips as you squirt, the sweet liquid he’d been asking for spurting onto his face and leveled tongue.
Chin dripping with the evidence of your orgasm, he cups his mouth right over your hole and eagerly gulps down your juices with an audible moan, the thumb belonging to the hand on your abdomen darting down to fiddle with your clit. Helplessly, he grinds his hips down onto the floor to provide his throbbing bulge with some much needed friction. You couldn’t lie, seeing how worked up he got over it almost made you cum again.
Pushing a single digit back into you, he makes sure every last drop of your essence is milked onto his tastebuds. You whimper his name, chest stuttering while the aftershock rocks you. God, he loves seeing you like this.
Suddenly, he feels his own climax near and his movements falter. It blindsides him, the sensation of his own abdomen clenching with that familiar feeling. He didn’t realize he was so close to cumming simply from the sounds you were making until it was too late to stop it. His erection stiffens beneath the thin fabric of his tweng.
With hot, weighted breaths he yanks his fingers out and you gasp, desperately trying to catch your breath as you come down from how high he’d brought you. Held up on his forearms with both hands balled into fists, he groans almost painfully— then he drops his head between your trembling, slick thighs and sucks a sharp inhale through his teeth. Your own head snaps up at the sound of a strangled string of curses escaping him, only to see his eyes slammed shut.
Your lips part slightly in silent shock.
Is he…?
He feels his balls tense and before you can even finish your thought— thick, white seed spills over his tip as he comes onto the mat below your bodies. Panting, and completely untouched by you, he quietly whimpers through his own orgasm, forehead pressed against the soft and damp skin of your inner thigh.
He hadn’t expected to have such a strong climax, let alone one at all just by getting you off. And when he turns over to flop onto his back, chest heaving and vision blinking clear, he can’t help but stare up at the ceiling of your hut with an exhausted smile playing on his features.
synopsis: lo’ak is your closest friend, and you mean that in more the one way
tags: friends with benefits, smut, p in v, pullout, MDNI
wc: 1.8k+
a/n: omg hey😛 i feel like smut is a bit dookie so lmk pls ALSO ENJOY
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“Plant your feet.” Jake said, kicking your shin to show how it moved backwards too easily, tipping you over and onto the floor in the process.
A cackle was heard from your right, your head snapping over to see your best friend leaning over and holding onto his brother’s arm for balance as he laughed at your body sprawled across the grassy floor.
“Ha, ha.” You muttered, rolling your eyes, standing up and dusting off your legs and rubbing your forearms which were lightly scratched from where you fell on them. Jake was smiling as he shook his head.
“It’s okay, y/n. You know now.” He winked when you looked up at him, which resulted in you rolling your eyes even harder, only the whites showing to those stood around you.
Lo’ak was still laughing when he came up next to you, now using your shoulder to keep his balance as his brother had moved to pick up the weapons off the ground. “You-you should have seen your face!” He wheezed, tears now coming out his eyes as he laughed even harder, undoubtedly replaying your fall in his head.
But you weren’t having it, he wasn’t about to insult you, then use you as a wall. You shoved him off of you and onto the floor, expecting him to finally stop, but instead he laughed even harder, now banging his fist against the grass. “Oh my gosh you’re such a child.” You huffed, moving away from the boy and towards Jake and Neteyam.
Jake smiled at you softly when you came over, Neteyam still picking up weapons and balancing them in both his and his father’s arms. “How was i today?” You asked, “better?”
“A lot. But I think a little bit more work and you’ll have the basics down.” You nodded your head at him, wiping the sweat off you forehead.
You were a hunter, a good one, a decent one. Not anywhere as good as Neteyam, but you got the job done. You’ve mastered a bow and arrow, a knife and a spear. But you wanted more. So you went to Jake.
‘Teach me how to fight like a Sky person.’
‘That’s for warriors. You’re a hunter.’
‘Can’t a girl do both?’
So that’s what he was teaching you. And to say the least, it wasn’t particularly going…well.
You can throw yourself onto someone, pin them on their back. You can throw a punch, land a kick. But it ended there. Jake was making an effort, really. But the fighting didn’t come as naturally to you as it did to the warriors who’d been training their whole lives, their biceps the size of your head.
Which is exactly why you needed to keep training. You were tired of looking like a fourteen year old boy every time you stood next to your friends.
“How about again in a week? We’ll do it so you can actually do some hand to hand combat.” You nodded at him again, eagerly this time. “I’d love that thank you.” Jake simply patted your head as he moved past you, weapons all collected and making his way back home.
Lo’ak had finally decided he had finished laughing at you, and moved next to his brother. “Would you like to help?” Neteyam asked, holding out his arms that were straining under the weight of the weapons. They were being used earlier with the other hunters and warriors.
Lo’ak shook his head and grinned, throwing his arm over your shoulder. “Gonna walk her home,” He said, using you as an excuse, “It’s almost eclipse, the monsters might come out and get her.” Again you rolled your eyes, something you found yourself doing a lot in the presence of your friend. “Oh no I’m so scared.” You replied sarcastically.
“Why don’t you come over?” Neteyam asked, looking over at you now. “Join us for dinner, then stay.” You smiled gratefully at him, “I’d love to, but I promised my sa’nok I would be home tonight to help her.” Neteyam nodded, smiling.
“It’s no problem, next time.” You nodded at him, then turned and said your goodbyes to Jake before making your way back to your own home, Lo’ak’s arm still around your shoulder.
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This was probably your favourite part of the day. Your downtime after being around a lot of people and a lot of noises, even if you usually did it alone. You didn’t particularly mind Lo’ak next to you.
Until you did.
Lo’ak’s arm that was around your shoulder decided to take a little trip, his hand moving down your back and over your hips, continuing its journey over your hips, then further to grip your ass. “Lo’ak.” You hissed out in warning, looking over your shoulder to make sure there was no one around, or worse, his family.
“No one’s here baby, relax.” He replied, looking down at you with a smirk, his hand gripping you, impossibly, harder. “You gonna come out tonight?” He asked.
“I was being serious, I can’t. My mom really does want me home.” He groaned and stopped walking, causing you to stop as well, his other hand coming down, and you guessed it! Gripping your ass! “But i miss youuu.”
“I’m right here!”
“I miss your pussyyy.” He corrected, and your jaw dropped.
“Oh my gosh. Are you being serious?”
“Deadly. We haven’t fucked in like, a week.” You stared up at him, jaw hanging and eyes wide. But he was still smirking, hands moving up and down your body and pulling you closer to him. “Come on please, just sneak out once everyone’s asleep.”
“Lo’ak I can’t! Okay? Enough.” He huffed, head tilting back. Then he tilted it back down again. “Can i get a kiss?”
And you couldn’t say no, not when he had his hands all over you, eyes looking at you like you were the only thing around. You nod your head, and within a second his lips are on yours, hard and desperate.
Your hands move up to grip his biceps, slowly trailing upwards, sliding over his shoulders and neck, then between his braids and tugging harshly. He lets out a deep groan, fingers tightening their grip on your skin. “Please come out later?”
You huff and pull away from the kiss, one hand planted forming on his head to keep his face away, the other on the side of his neck. “Is it really that bad?” You ask, he quickly nods.
You’re silent for a few seconds, thinking it over in your head. Technically once everyone was asleep you could come out, there was nothing stopping you, and it’s not like you weren’t going to benefit from the situation either.
“Okay fine.”
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Night couldn’t come quick enough, and before you knew it you were rushing out your family home to meet your friend in a secluded area in the forest.
When you get to your designated spot, he's already there, leaning against a tree. He looks up from the ground he's sat on and wastes no time pulling you onto his lap when you're close enough.
You guys have been fucking long enough to know how it goes now. It was no longer slow and awkward like it was at the start, now it’s rough and straight to the point.
Lo'ak starts it off with an intense make-out session for the sole purpose of getting you wet, his dick underneath you already rock hard. He grinds you onto him, your moans and his grunts overlapping.
"Someone's desperate." You mumble, your hands moving to take off his loincloth as he takes off your own.
"You have no idea." He replies, pushing you off of him and onto the floor. You were on your back for point five of a second before he's flipping you onto your front and pulling your hips up.
Your front lays flat on the ground while you're ass in up in the air. Lo'ak wastes no time, spitting onto his cock and spreading it around his tip, then he's sliding right in.
Lo’ak can proudly admit that he can pleasure you, his size more than enough, and his method practiced on you to perfection.
He’s still for a few seconds to allow you to adjust after not doing anything for a week, then he’s moving, thrusting in and out at a pace he knows you like. One hand grips your hip while the other comes straight down, slapping your ass.
You gasp loudly in between your moans, body jerking forward an inch before he’s pulling you right back into place, driving his hips forward harder.
“Oh fuck your tight today baby,” he grunts out, leaning over your back to get a good grip of your hair, slightly pulling your head up while he’s still moving in and out of you. “You look so pretty like this.”
“Lo’ak faster!”
He listens and speeds up, your entire body rocking forward and back, your fingers digging into grass beneath you.
Lo’ak can feel your legs start to shake, his own thrusts getting more desperate and messy, so he lets go of your hair and slides his hand under you, middle and ring finger going straight to your clit and rubbing.
Your moans get louder from there, a little oh fuck leaving you as you start to push yourself back against his thrusts.
And then you’re coming, pussing clenching tight around Lo’ak’s dick and body shaking. And it’s like you set him off, because as soon as you come, he’s pulling out and releasing himself all over your back, cum sliding down your body as he pumps himself empty.
Your body falls flat without Lo’ak holding you up, shaking and gasping while your fluids leak out your body. Lo’ak falls backwards, out of breath himself and tired out.
“Oh wow. I feel like that gets better every time we do it.” He mutters, earning a laugh from you in response.
You both lay there for a good few minutes, stretched out across from each other. You watched as the plants around you glowed, peach settling into the air after the intense past few minutes.
“I did actually miss you.”
You turn year head slightly to look back at your best friend, an eyebrow raised.
“You’ve been with my dad too much.”
“I’m learning so I can beat your ass.” He laughs at this, moving to put his loincloth back on, and throwing you your own coverings.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" You ask, leaning up onto your forearms and looking at him with a blank expression.
He shrugs, "put them on?"
"How about you clean my back off first." He groans when he notices the mess he made on your back, looking around for something that will do the job while you get home. He decides finally on a big leaf near his foot, using it to scoop his cum off your back.
"You wanna eat it?" He shoves the leaf in your face, receiving a harsh slap on his hand that sent the leaf flying into a bush.
Hi! I saw how you did how reader is quiet during sex like how would they react is she was the opposite? Like they couldn’t keep her quiet?
BE QUIET .ᐟ
(individ.) JAKE S. LO’AK S. NETEYAM S. M. QUARITCH
꒰𐔌 warnings: this is like pure smut…mdni
JAKE 𑣲
You sprawled out on the soft woven mat inside Jake's private tent, the dim glow of vines casting faint light over your naked bodies. Jake hovered above you, his blue frame filling the space, his yellow eyes full with desire.
He positioned himself between your legs, his cock nudging against your entrance before he pushed in slowly, stretching your pussy wide open.
The sensation made you gasp loudly, your voice bouncing off the tent walls. "Jake, oh Eywa, feels so good," you moaned.
His ears twitched at the sound. "Ma'yawntutsyip (little one), you gotta keep it down," he murmured. But you couldn't help it as he started thrusting, another cry escaped your lips.
"I can't...it's too much!" Your hands clutched at his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
Jake's tail curled around your thigh, pulling you closer as he leaned down. He captured your mouth in a firm kiss, his lips sealing yours to muffle the noise.
His tongue tangled with yours, while his hips snapped forward, his cock filling you completely with each plunge. You whimpered into the kiss, your body arching up to meet him.
He broke away just enough to whisper against your lips, "Shh, or the whole clan will hear. Focus on me."
His large hand slid up to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple roughly, distracting you from the urge to scream.
You tried to respond, but his mouth claimed yours again, his fangs lightly nipping your lower lip. His thrusts grew faster, his balls slapping against your ass, the wet sounds of your cunt taking him echoing softly.
"Jake, please!” you managed to gasp when he pulled back for air, but he shook his head, eyes stern yet affectionate.
"Quiet now, yawne (beloved). Let me take care of you." He shifted his weight, angling his hips to hit that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
Your moans turned to muffled sobs against his shoulder as you bit down on his skin, trying to obey. His free hand gripped your hip, guiding your movements, while he fucked you relentlessly.
Sweat slicked both of you, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. When the orgasm hit, you cried out into his neck, the sound vibrating against him without carrying far.
Jake growled low, his own release following as he pumped hot cum deep into your cunt, holding you tight through the waves. He didn't release the kiss until your body stilled.
"That's my girl," he said with a grin, brushing a braid from your face.
LO’AK 𑣲
Lo’ak dragged you into the dense underbrush of the hidden grove, far from the clan's prying eyes. He pressed you back against a rough tree trunk, his hands roaming your body.
Lifting one of your legs, he aligned his hard cock with your cunt and thrusted in without warning, the sudden fullness ripping a sharp yelp from your throat.
"Lo’ak!" you cried, your voice carrying through the leaves.
He smirked, but his eyes darted around. "Skxawng (idiot), keep it quiet or we'll get caught," he hissed, though his hips didn't stop, pounding into you with.
You bit your lip, but another moan slipped out as his ridged length dragged along your inner walls. "I can't help it, you feel so good," you whined, your fingers tangling in his braids, pulling him closer.
Lo’ak's tail lashed behind him, a sign of his excitement, but he clamped his hand over your mouth firmly, his palm warm and calloused against your skin. "Siltsan (calm) be quiet.”
He leaned in, his forehead pressing to yours, yellow eyes locking on as he fucked you harder. You bucked against him, your free hand clawing at his back, but his grip held muffling your cries into soft hums.
"That's better," he murmured, his thumb tracing your jawline teasingly. His other hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles, making your eyes roll back.
You tried to speak, "Lo’ak, m’close..." but it came out garbled against his hand.
He chuckled, the cocky edge to his personality evident. "Yeah? Then cum for me. Don't want my Dad busting us."
The tree bark scraped your back with each thrust, his balls smacking your ass rhythmically. Your body trembled, pussy clenching around him as pleasure built. He quickened his pace, grunting with effort, his tail wrapping around your waist to steady you.
When you came, your scream vibrated against his palm, tears streaming down your cheeks from the intensity. Lo’ak followed with a stifled groan, his cum flooding your cunt in hot spurts.
He eased his hand away slowly, kissing the red mark it left on your cheek. "See? You can do it," he teased, pulling out and helping you stand on shaky legs.
NETEYAM 𑣲
In the quiet seclusion of the family hut after everyone else had gone to sleep, Neteyam guided you to the low bench. He turned you around gently, bending you over the edge, his hands steady on your hips.
Sliding his thick cock into your cunt from behind, he filled you inch by inch, drawing a loud gasp from you. "Neteyam, oh, it's so deep," you moaned.
"Shh, ma yawntu (my lover), no noise," he whispered firmly. As he began thrusting, you couldn't stifle another cry.
"I know, b-but it feels incredible," you pleaded softly, pushing back against him.
Neteyam reached forward without hesitation, slipping two fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue to gag you effectively.
"Suck on them, stay quiet for us," he instructed. You complied, your lips wrapping around his digits, slurping softly as his hips picked up speed.
His cock plunged deeper and deeper, his balls tapping your thighs hitting every sensitive spot.
You rocked back, craving more. You mumbled around his fingers, "Mmm, Neteyam..." but the words dissolved into wet sounds.
He leaned over you, his chest to your back, breath warm on your neck. "Good girl, you're doing so well. We can't wake the others." His free hand roamed to your breast, squeezing firmly, pinching your nipple.
Neteyam's thrusts grew more insistent, his control slipping just enough to show his passion, but he remained composed. Juices trailed down your legs, your pussy fluttering wildly around him.
When your orgasm approached, you gagged harder on his fingers, body convulsing in silence, waves of pleasure crashing without a sound.
He pulled out carefully, flipping you onto your back on the bench. Removing his fingers, he let you catch your breath as you whispered, "That was intense."
Neteyam stroked your cheek, then stroked his cock, cumming across your stomach in thick ropes. "You were perfect," he said softly, cleaning you up with a cloth.
QUARITCH 𑣲
Quaritch's quarters aboard the base were stark and functional, much like the man himself. He sat bare on the edge of the bed (one made specifically for him since turning into an avatar), pulling you onto his lap to straddle him.
You sank down onto his thick cock, the intrusion making you throw your head back with a loud moan. "Quaritch, you're huge!" you gasped, starting to rock your hips.
His eyes narrowed, the colonel in him demanding control. "Quiet down, sweetheart. Walls are thin here," he growled, his voice gravelly and commanding.
But as you bounced faster, another cry escaped. "I can't it-it’s so good," you whimpered, hands on his broad chest for leverage.
Without a word, Quaritch's large hand shot up, clamping over your mouth, fingers pressing into your cheeks to seal your lips. "Hush now, that's an order," he said, smirking as his hips bucked up to meet yours, his cock slamming deep into your cunt.
You whined against his palm, with watering eyes, but the pressure only fueled your arousal. His other hand dug into your ass, spreading you open for deeper penetration.
Sweat beaded on his scarred skin, your breasts heaving with each motion. "Mmmph," you tried to say his name, but it muffled into nothing.
He leaned forward, his mouth finding your neck, teeth sinking in just hard enough to bite, a sharp sting that made you jolt without sound.
"Good girl, take it," he murmured against your skin, his free arm wrapping around your waist to control the pace, fucking up into you relentlessly.
The bunk creaked under the force, your clit grinding against his pelvis. Tears streamed from the overwhelming pleasure, your body trembling on the edge.
Quaritch's grip tightened, his eyes locked on yours. When you came, your body shook violently, the scream trapped behind his hand, pussy milking his cock.
He thrusted a few more times, groaning low as he emptied his hot cum into you, filling you to the brim.
Only then did he remove his hand, letting you gasp for air. "Atta girl," he rasped, pulling you down for a rough kiss.
Warning: 18+, minors dni! Selected mating/breeding, rough, p in v, masochism, choking, mounting, first time/loss of virginity, belly bulge, cum eating, mating press, mentions of scarification and genital piercings, some use of Y/n, proofread by me, mlw, wlw. I was going for a threesome, but it can be considered a mix of that and cucking wife/spouse. Drug/heat-induced sex. Wax play mixed with stimulating lubricant activated by heat (I don't know how to tag that lol)
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Varang emerges from her dark dwelling once the familiar sounds of the Sky People's flying machines draw near. A smirk curling onto her lips, she follows her people out into the open, beyond the remnants of their hometree. They scatter along the barren, ashen field to greet their new allies as their propellers kick up ash and dry winds. Metal suits walk forward and present boxes of weapons, more than the last shipment, while the man who made this all happen walks toward Varang.
The tsahik's gaze softens into her alluring guise while greeting the man she claimed as hers, "Quaritch."
"Another shipment for ya, baby," Quaritch's southern twang tickles her ears as he chuckles, "Since you folks tend to go through ammo like it's going outta style."
Her posture is approving, gazing over his shoulder to watch her people rummage through the storage containers. When her sharp eyes flick back to the colonel, hunger replaces approval, "Come. I have something to thank you."
Without another word, she takes his hand in hers, pulling him back toward the village. Quaritch grins knowingly, his voice playful, "Thank? I wasn't under the impression you were the thanking type."
"Hm." Her smile is sly, like she knows something he doesn't. She pulls back the flap of her yurt to allow him in first, "But you will thank me for this."
He's admiring her body slowly, pointedly unashamed of his open stare. He makes a show of deciding whether or not to follow, but predictably gives in and ducks his head into her 'cozy' abode.
He lifts a hand to pass through the beaded curtain, his nose immediately crinkling when the scent of something potent invades his nostrils. The colonel can point out a few things he remembers from the last time he was here, such as the incense with a hint of spice, the haunting totems carved from nightmares, and the gentle smoke from the firepit at the center. However, his tail stiffens mid-sway when he takes a deep breath and catches an overpowering aroma that immediately brings saliva to fill his mouth.
A quiet noise echoed in his ears, and as he looked down, he realized he was not alone with Varang as she finally entered the yurt. Another female, clearly Mangkwan, was writhing as if in agony on the floor... completely naked. She was making soft sounds, sighs, and moans that implied she was trying to fight something trying to get out of her, curling in close toward the lit fire in the center of the room. The aroma he smelt earlier fills his nose again as she rubs her thighs together like she was relieving a deep ache. The source of the scent.
"Who's this?" He asks.
Varang stands off to the side, inspecting the colonel with eyes glowing from the fire while she extends her arm out to your direction as if presenting a meal to him, "She is Y/n. One of my most strongest of females, and she is in need of your help."
Quaritch's eyes inspect you thoroughly, a mess of limbs as you writhe on top of Varang's furs, making some noises that sound like an injured animal. Varang clearly has you high on one of her various concoctions of aphrodisiacs, the pupils of your eyes blown wide until the irises are just thin rings. Your panting fills the room, along with the crackling of the fire, your breasts rising and falling with each desperate gulp of air like a bitch in heat.
Once that last particular thought crosses his mind, Quaritch's eyes narrow, flicking back to Varang, where she can see a growing suspicion in his gaze. Her eyes gleam with mischief, swaying her sultry hips as she moves around her yurt, removing her twin blades from her back and setting them aside.
"We do not breed weakness. Only strength. My people do not mate unless I allow it," she explains to the demon, flashing a smile at him from over her shoulder, "Mangkwan children will only be born from two strong parents. Until then, my people prove themselves to me. They hunt, they kill, and only when I am satisfied, they can finally be allowed to breed."
She moves to a bowl nestled close to the fire just at your feet. Cupping it in one hand, she dips her fingers into the contents, pulling them back out to reveal a honey-like substance. Varang marvels at the sticky residue on her fingers, hardly looking away from it as she kneels beside her female warrior, intently watching as she angles the bowl and lets the substance drip out onto your abdomen.
The groan that leaves your throat sparks a sudden hunger in Quaritch's belly, his cock twitching with interest beneath his pants. He watches as you spread your knees further apart, arching your back to allow whatever Varang dripped on you to slide down, slowly, moving like molasses until it mixes in with the slick of your dripping cunt. Once it meets your clit, your hips try to catch onto any form of friction, humping the air while Varang grins like a cat that got the cream. The tsahik draws closer to you.
"Y/n and her family have served me well. Her brother was one of my divers who readily gave his life for our cause. His sacrifice brought my attention to his sister."
Her red hand traces your jaw and runs down your neck, your flesh rising with small bumps that flicker a thin smile on her face, her eyes transfixed on your movements, "Y/n was eager to show her worth, bringing me six Tlalim kuru braids in our last raid. She has finally proven to me that she is ready to mate."
Quaritch watches Varang dip down, swiftly pulling you into a rough kiss, grasping your bottom lip with her fangs and biting down until she draws blood. Your hips jolt from the sting, raising them high in the air, which ensures the Recom gets a nice waft of your arousal.
Her hand continues down your body, past your chest, your ribs, until she finds the sticky residue on your stomach. Quaritch couldn't help but be transfixed on the sight, watching Varang spread the substance over her fingers and then dip down to push it deep into your cunt.
Your response was immediate, moaning into her mouth while your hands twitched at your sides, debating on where to hold onto. Your tsahik pumps her fingers in and out for several moments, until she feels more than just her thick concoction slicking up her hand.
Varang finally releases your lip, her teeth stained with blood as she tilts her head in Quaritch's direction, flashing that bloodstained smile with giddiness, "And who better to breed her than the sky man who taught us how to make thunder?"
Silence fills the room apart from your labored breaths and the crackling of the fire. Quaritch eyes his woman down with feigned surprise, genuinely impressed, "You folks are into some kinky shit."
"I will give you permission to mate her, Quaritch. All night long," her wispy little giggle fills the thick air, "Pay no mind if she grows limp. The senses can get overwhelming to a female in heat."
Nonplussed, he gazes between you and Varang, "What makes you think I'd be interested?"
Her sharp eyes not-so-subtly flick down to the obvious tent in his crotch before slowly moving back up his body, "Intuition."
Damn. Got 'im there.
His chuckle is a bit breathy already, unable to help it. The scent coming off you was beginning to affect him like one of Varang's drugs. Not one to turn down such a tempting offer, he moves his hands down to unbuckle the belt in his pants, allowing them to drop to his ankles. Varang grins approvingly as her gaze rakes over his form, her tail swaying behind her with interest. Best not to keep the tsahik waiting, Quaritch finishes undressing completely before he crouches down until he's hovering over you and leaning his face into Varang's space.
The malevolent tsahik pulls her hand out of your cunt at this point, causing you to whine from the ache of being empty once more. She brings her fingers to Quaritch's lips, making him taste you. His ears and tail twitch simultaneously from the burst of flavor that pricks his tongue, the taste tangy and sharp, like a juicy, bloody steak. It's strange but not unpleasant, chalking it up to the carnivorous diet of the Mangkwan and the outside substance that mixes with your slick.
Quaritch licks around Varang's fingers to oblige her before pulling away, "Any rules?"
"Only one," she reaches around his head and makes a point to grip the base of his kuru tightly, emphasizing with a faint snarl, "You are not allowed to make tsaheylu. This pleasure is for breeding only."
"Whatever you say, cupcake."
In the midst of your daze, you're faintly aware of large, alien hands gripping your thighs and using untameable strength to slide you down, bringing you closer to the large mass of heat that looms over you, the air in between suffocating. The same hands push your thighs until they part beneath the weight, going as far as to press your knees so close to your shoulders and leaving the most intimate parts of your body exposed. Shivers run down your spine as the undeniable length of Quaritch's cock presses down against your cunt, grinding up and down a few times to spread your natural lube along its underside.
Quaritch's breath stutters for a moment, not expecting your heat to feel so warm, sparking desire to quickly ignite his arousal further. The honey-like substance that pooled down to your cunt was warm, just barely on the cusp of too hot, likely activated by the fire. Once he focuses on it, he can feel it start to tingle, adding more friction and pleasure between the two of you. Oh, the Mangkwan are definitely kinky.
Knowing there are no limits besides the bond, he doesn't bother containing himself or holding back. Gripping his girth in one hand, he pumps up and down a few times before looking down to lead the tip to where the tingling substance disappears inside you, catching against your entrance. Without ceremony, Quaritch snaps his hips forward and plunges deep inside your depths.
"Ngh-!" You cry out, immediately tensing around him, your body trying to fight back and push him out when pain erupts below your hips. The stretch burns white-hot, keeping you tense without taking a breath. He doesn't hesitate to grind down to fit himself deeper, immediately bumping up against the spongy entrance to your cervix. He fits in every crevice, almost digging in, molding your body around his cock's shape and leaving your thighs shaking around his cradled hips.
"Jesus--" Quaritch exhales sharply, bowing his head until his chin almost touches his chest as he tries to focus, "She's so tight."
"Well, of course," Varang grins, her pupils dilated as she carefully observes the joined pair, "She has never been bred before, and you are not made like any Ash men, Quaritch."
He groans at the boost to his ego, continuously grinding his pelvis right up against your clit, the friction beginning to soothe the burn inside you. Varang's hand moves down until she reaches your breast, pulling one of the nipples taut, and to a point, her expression pleased from the way your back arches to push your chest further into her touch.
"I did not properly prepare her for your size, but she had begged me to keep it that way. She wanted it to burn."
The word echoes in his ear until he can't take it any longer. He pulls all the way out of your cunt, and then slams back in, growling deep in his chest when you clench around him again. Your cries grow louder, eyes hazy and barely peeking out beneath your lids as you writhe beneath him, unsure if the feeling is too much or not enough once he starts to find his desired pace.
Plap, plap, plap.
Sounds of sweat and skin slapping together fill Quaritch's ears as his quick and steady rhythm has him rising up and grinding down on top of you, his fingers curling roughly into the furs on either side of your head while heat narrows down to one point deep in his abdomen. The colonel looks down to where he's fucking into you, enthralled as your cream and the amber-colored substance fills the room with the most obscene sounds of sticky slick each time his cock disappears between your puffy lips. It clings to his pelvis and thighs in thick strings every time he draws back, leaving the scene before him downright filthy.
"Many of our men try to make up for their size with bone," Varang absently explains while leaning down to pull your neglected nipple into her mouth, the threat of her fangs causing your hips to jolt, meeting Quaritch's mid-thrust and leaving you both moaning simultaneously.
Varang preens from your shared reactions as she licks over your nipple and presses her cheek to your tit, peering up at Quaritch while her voice drops to something akin to sweet and sultry, "They smooth the bone and pierce it into their flesh, made to leave more pleasurable ridges."
She giggles sadistically, the vibrations reverberating against your nipple, "You would not believe how often the piercing gets stuck inside the female, forcing the mates to stay intertwined for endless time or until they eventually have to come to me for help. I make sure not to let the process of separating them be painless. It is the consequences of their foolishness. At the very least, it ensures that the female is properly bred."
It shouldn't be so seductive, but this was Varang talking, and Quaritch hadn't realized his thrusts were beginning to pick up speed. You whine each time he thrusts back in, bullying his way into your cunt with possessiveness similar to a male in rut.
The Mangkwan tsahik hums with approval, leaning up to bite at his ear, letting her warm breath go down his neck, "But you do not need such trivial objects to pleasure a woman, do you? My sky man. He does not need anything because there is nothing to make up for."
The sudden impact of his hips against yours sends you keening, the barbed tip of his cock beginning to zero in on the little entrance of your cervix, precum soothing the sting. A guttural noise escapes your throat, your hands beginning to claw at whatever you can reach: his hands, his forearms, until they settle on scratching down his abs. Tears prick your gold eyes, smearing the ash paint around them
Quaritch is ramming into you now. Plapplapplap--
Beads of sweat collect in his frown lines, his tanhì flashing bright in tandem with his thrusts, growing faster and faster, ripples and heat running up your stomach in response, elicting soft howls from your lips. Instinct that he didn't know he had told him to stop his pace for a moment to just simply grind down, gritting his teeth as he feels the sensitive tip of his cock incessantly rubbing against the roof of your cervix, the small opening now softened and a bit wider with the help of his precum.
Gritting his teeth together, the colonel's lips pull back in a deep snarl, "Need to flip 'er over."
Delight sparks Varang's expression, quickly sitting back and admiring her strong man pulling out of your sopping pussy and harshly flipping you over onto your stomach. You make a startled noise before it's cut off by the male pressing you down into the furs with his full weight, his chest rubbing against your back while his muscled arm wraps around your throat and pillows your head in the crook of it. You cough from the pressure on your neck, only to quickly forget it when his cock slides back inside you, eyes rolling back into your head as he mounts you.
He's not deterred by your screaming, knowing how much you like this angle from the way you squeeze him with each thrust. However, it is starting to ring in his ears, so he tightens his arm around your neck, his cock twitching as you wheeze and choke. His free hand roams down and slides under you, finding your stomach.
Ears pinning back, Quaritch presses his forehead hard against your shoulder blade, "Shit--"
Beneath his fingertips is your skin, roughened by a harsh life of ash and scarification. But underneath that, he can feel it. His cock can be felt sliding in and out of you, forming a bulge to mark how deep he is inside you. The colonel can't help but press his hand against it, groaning loudly when it only adds more pressure.
The pressure leaves you crying and clawing all over his forearm, desperate for some sort of reprieve. Sounds of your pussy squelching as he pistons in and out fill your ears, your walls like suctions trying to pull his cock in further and further. You tail loops around his arm that's pressed against your tummy, breath leaving your lungs as he digs in his knees and drills into you like he's the one in heat.
Varang tilts her head while watching, mischief and sadistic delight all over her face. She leans down close to your face, her thumb brushing a bead of sweat that almost fell into your eye.
"Oeyä tsamsiyu," [my warrior] she coos callously, "Do you wish for him to breed you?"
You cry and hiss, trying to push your rear back against the man pinning you down, "Yes, tsahik. Please let him fill me."
She bites back a grin, "You will continue to serve me?"
"Yes, tsahik, until your fire consumes me." A sharp gasp is punched out of you when Quaritch thrusts particularly hard to a point he pushes you forward, your breasts grazing the ticklish furs beneath you as you jolt. You're panting for breath, practically rambling in your desperation, "I will bear you more strong warriors and hunters. They will feed your flames for all time."
Your vow thrills her immensely, cupping your face in her hand with reverence, "Such devotion should be rewarded."
You whimper with relief, your face burrowing into Quaritch's arm once Varang lets you go. There's a different kind of pressure building deep inside you, ready to burst and run down like hot magma. Quaritch grinds his teeth together, trying to concentrate, his balls tightening up with the threat of release.
Varang's voice suddenly sounds loud in his ear while her hot breath pricks his skin, "Breed her, Quaritch. And do not stop until every drop is seeded inside her."
There's a roar bellowing in his chest, unable to contain it as his orgasm finally washes over him, breaking out into a fresh sheen of sweat, unable to stop his hips from continuously pumping you full of his cum. It flows into your womb in small pulses of thick ropes, flooding your insides and your senses. It's a rush that manages to push you over the edge as well, clawing at the ground while your pussy clamps down around his twitching cock, keeping him locked inside while every inch of your body shakes in ecstasy, your juices running down both of your and Quaritch's thighs.
Quaritch continues to growl and thrust, both a little sluggish and half-assed now, drawing out the high and the exhaustion. He doesn't stop until you've ridden all the way through your orgasm and grow limp beneath him, your walls finally relaxing to the point he can finally pull out. Your body releases him, and he unceremoniously lets go of your unconscious form, falling to his side, panting for breath, his cock spent between his muscled thighs. Every inch of him is covered in sweat, dampening his hair while he sits up on his elbow.
Varang shuffles down your body, a low hum of approval vibrating in her chest as she finds your used cunt trying to push out white droplets of your breeder's cum, her fingers finding their way back inside you to ensure none of it goes to waste. The sight before her is erotic, to say the least. You, passed out on your stomach, curled into the furs, while Quaritch is still trying to calm his racing heartbeat, chuckling whenever he gets an ounce of oxygen. Varang rubs her own thighs together to relieve some of her own ache.
He wheezes out one of those signature chuckles when he catches her looking at him, "All night long, huh?"
"Yes."
His grin is feral yet exhausted, "I'm gonna need a small respite before the second round."
"Well, then, you can make yourself useful by lying down," Varang swiftly moves until she's straddling his chest, pushing him onto his back without waiting for a reply, her eyes bore a hunger that would make many people think she was out for blood, not for relief, "I will ride your face for my own pleasure until you are ready to flood Y/n with your seed once more."
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A/n: It's been a while! I'm hopeful in keeping this blog alive with Fire & Ash out now. I haven't played From the Ashes yet, but I'm excited to!
okay i read the Jake Sully fic and holy IM TWEAAAKIKNGG I LIKE NEEEED MOOREEE IM FEINING for Jake Sully smutfics lolol UHH PLSPLSPLS I beg ILY and keep up the great work <3
an: AHHH thank you so much, i’m so glad you enjoyed it!!! i’ve been tweaking over that helicopter scene in afaa, he looks too good for his own good istg. his pudge is so fucking delicious too omg.
also, as simple as it is, i added the lil spongebob thing to the picture and i’m pretty dang pleased with myself.
⤷ dilf!jake sully x fem!omaticaya!reader
- cw: not proof read, lower caps intended, smut, established relationship, p in v, heat cycle, multiple orgasms/rounds, size difference, size kink, body appreciation (jake’s thighs and belly, yummy), dirty talk, fingering, creampie, grinding, thigh and stomach riding, praise, let me know if i missed out on anything!!
- wc: 7k
- summary: you've been in heat all day, and it's getting worse. watching jake move around your home and outside of it, intensified your feelings. his bigger frame, his thighs, his stomach, eywa his stomach. you're struggling to keep your hands to yourself.
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you've been watching him all day, and it's driving you mad.
jake doesn't even realize what he's doing to you, how could he? he's just going about his business, checking on the ikran, speaking with the other warriors, lifting supplies with those thick, powerful arms that have only gotten better with age. but you notice everything. every movement, every flex of muscle beneath blue skin, every shift of his body that makes your heart race and your thighs clench together.
the heat coursing through your veins isn't helping. it never does. but this time it's worse, so much worse, because you can't stop fixating on him. on your mate. on jake.
you've been together for years now. you've built a life together, raised children, weathered storms both literal and metaphorical. you know every inch of him, have mapped his body with your hands and mouth countless times. but somehow, watching him now, you feel like you're seeing him for the first time all over again. or maybe you're just finally allowing yourself to fully appreciate what time has done to him.
because jake sully has aged like fine wine, and eywa help you, you want to taste every drop.
he's not the lean, wiry marine who first stumbled into your world anymore. the years have been kind to him, filling him out in all the right ways. there's a softness to him now that wasn't there before, a slight thickness around his middle that makes your mouth water every time you catch sight of it. that little bit of pudge that gathers at his belly, especially when he sits or bends. it's not much, just enough to grab onto, enough to prove that he's been well-fed and well-loved, that he's lived a good life here among the people.
among you.
your fingers itch to touch him there, to slide your hands under his worn leather and feel the warmth of his skin, the give of soft flesh over hard muscle. you want to press your face against that belly, feel it against your cheek, your lips, your tongue. you want to bite it gently and hear him gasp.
but it's not just his stomach. eywa, it's everything.
his arms have only gotten thicker with time, corded with muscle from years of hunting, fighting, flying. you watch him now as he lifts a heavy basket of fruit, biceps bulging, forearms flexing, and you have to bite your lip to keep from making a sound. you remember what those arms feel like wrapped around you, how small they make you feel, how safe. how they can pin you down or lift you up with equal ease.
and his back, that broad, strong back that you've clung to so many times, nails digging into blue skin as he moves inside you. you can see it now as he turns away, muscles shifting beneath his skin, tapering down to his narrow waist before flaring out again at his hips. you want to run your tongue along his spine, feel him shiver beneath your touch.
his thighs are what really get you, though. thick and powerful, built from years of riding ikran and running through the forest. you've felt them beneath you before, felt the hard muscle and the way they flex when he moves. but right now, with heat burning through your blood and making everything hypersensitive, all you can think about is climbing into his lap and grinding yourself against one of those perfect thighs until you fall apart.
you shift where you're sitting, trying to find relief from the ache building between your legs. it doesn't help. nothing helps except him, and he's still busy, still oblivious to the way you're practically vibrating with need.
the size difference has always done something to you. jake is big, bigger than most na'vi men in your clan, all broad shoulders and long limbs and solid mass. and you, while not small by any means, still feel deliciously tiny next to him. he can cage you in with his body, cover you completely, make you disappear beneath him. and eywa, you want that right now. you want to feel small and safe and completely overwhelmed by him.
you watch as he laughs at something one of the other warriors says, head thrown back, hand resting on his belly. that belly. your eyes track the movement of his hand, imagining it's your hand instead, imagining sliding it lower, lower..
"ma'yawne?" his voice cuts through your thoughts, and you realise he's looking at you now, head tilted slightly in concern. "you okay? you look flushed."
flushed. that's one word for it.
you stand on shaky legs, very aware of the growing slickness between your thighs, the way your body is screaming at you to go to him, to touch him, to take what you need.
"i'm fine," you manage, but your voice comes out rougher than intended, thick with want. "just.. can we go home? please?"
jake's eyes sharpen, and you see the moment understanding dawns. his nostrils flare slightly, he can smell it on you, the heat, the arousal. his pupils dilate, and suddenly he's moving toward you with purpose, closing the distance between you in a few long strides.
"how long?" he asks quietly, voice dropping an octave.
"all day," you admit, and you don't care that you sound desperate. you are desperate. "i've been watching you all day and i need.. jake, i need-"
his hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, and even that simple touch makes you want to moan. "i've got you," he murmurs, and the promise in his voice makes your knees weak. "let's get you home, baby. gonna take care of you."
the walk back to your home feels like it takes forever, even though jake keeps you close, one arm wrapped around your waist. you can feel the heat of him through your garments, can feel the solid mass of his body against your side, and it's both a comfort and a torture.
by the time you reach your home, blessedly empty, the kids off with their friends, you're practically crawling out of your skin with need. jake barely gets the entrance flap closed before you're on him, hands sliding up his chest, fingers digging into the soft flesh at his sides.
"easy," he chuckles, but there's a strain in his voice that tells you he's just as affected as you are. "what do you need, sweetheart? tell me what you need."
everything. you need everything. but right now, with your hands on his body and his scent filling your lungs, you know exactly where to start.
"you," you breathe, sliding your hands down to his belly, finally, finally touching the soft warmth you've been craving all day. "i need you. need to feel you. need-" your hands move lower, and he sucks in a sharp breath. "need to touch you everywhere."
"please," you whimper, hands still exploring the warm expanse of his torso, feeling the solid strength beneath the softness. "jake, please, i need-"
"i know what you need," he murmurs, catching your wrists gently and pulling your hands away from his body. you make a sound of protest, but he just smirks at you, that infuriating, knowing smirk that makes your stomach flip. "but you're gonna have to be patient, baby. gonna take my time with you."
"i can't," you gasp, trying to pull your hands free, desperate to touch him again. "i've been patient all day, i can't-"
"yes, you can." his voice is firm now, commanding, and it sends a shiver down your spine. he guides your hands above your head, holding both wrists in one large hand while the other trails down your arm, your shoulder, your side. "you're gonna be good for me, aren't you? gonna let me take care of you the way you need?"
you nod frantically, beyond words now, beyond anything except the burning need coursing through your veins. the heat has you completely in its grip, and jake is the only thing that can satisfy it.
"that's my girl," he praises, and the words make you melt. he releases your wrists but gives you a warning look. "hands stay up unless i tell you otherwise. understand?"
"yes," you breathe, keeping your arms raised even though every instinct is screaming at you to touch him, to pull him closer, to take what you need.
jake's hands go to your weaved top, slowly untying the straps, and you want to scream at him to hurry. but you don't. you stay still, trembling, as he undresses you with maddening patience. his knuckles brush against your skin as he works, and each touch feels like fire.
"been watching me all day, huh?" he asks conversationally, like he's not currently driving you up the wall. "what were you thinking about, sweetheart? what got you so worked up?"
"you," you manage, voice shaking. "just.. you. watching you move, watching your body, i couldn't stop thinking about-" you cut yourself off with a whimper as he finally pulls your top free, exposing your breasts to the cool air. your nipples are already hard, aching for his touch.
"thinking about what?" he prompts, hands hovering just inches from where you need them. "use your words, baby."
"your hands," you gasp out. "your arms, your thighs, i wanted.. i needed to touch you, to feel you, to-"
he finally touches you, palms cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples, and you nearly sob with relief. but it's not enough. it's nowhere near enough.
"more," you plead, arching into his touch. "please, jake, more.."
"greedy little thing," he murmurs, but there's affection in his voice, warmth beneath the teasing. his hands slide down your sides, hooking into your loincloth and pulling it free. you're completely bare before him now, exposed and vulnerable and so desperate you could cry.
jake takes a step back, eyes raking over your body with obvious appreciation, and you resist the urge to cover yourself. you want him to look. you want him to see what he does to you.
"eywa, you're beautiful," he says, voice rough with desire. "and you're dripping for me already, aren't you? so wet, so ready."
you nod, past the point of embarrassment. you are wet, slick coating your inner thighs, and you need him to do something about it.
"what do you want?" he asks, starting to remove his own clothing. you watch hungrily as he reveals more skin, more of that body you've been craving all day. "tell me exactly what you want, and maybe i'll give it to you."
"i want to touch you," you say immediately. "want to feel you, want.." you hesitate, but the heat burning through you strips away any remaining inhibition. "..want to ride your thigh. please. i've been thinking about it all day, watching you, wanting to feel those thick thighs under me-"
"fuck," jake breathes, and you can see the effect your words have on him. his cock is already hard, pressing against his loincloth, and knowing you did that to him makes you feel powerful despite your desperate state. "yeah, baby. yeah, you can do that. come here."
he sits down on the woven mat, legs spread, and pats his thigh in invitation. you don't need to be told twice. you practically throw yourself at him, straddling his thigh, and the first contact of your slick heat against his skin makes you both groan.
"that's it," he encourages, hands coming to rest on your hips. "go ahead, sweetheart. take what you need."
you start to move immediately, grinding down against the hard muscle of his thigh, and the friction is perfect, exactly what you've been craving. his skin is warm and solid beneath you, and you can feel his muscles flex as he shifts slightly, adjusting the angle.
"oh god," you whimper, hands finally coming down to clutch at his shoulders. you need the anchor, need something to hold onto as you rock against him. "jake, feels so good.."
"look at you," he murmurs, one hand sliding up your back while the other stays on your hip, guiding your movements. "so desperate, so needy. been thinking about this all day? thinking about grinding that pretty pussy on my thigh?"
"yes," you gasp, moving faster now, chasing the pleasure building in your core. "yes, wanted it so bad, wanted you."
"you've got me," he says, flexing his thigh beneath you, and the added pressure makes you cry out. "that's it, baby. use me. make yourself feel good."
you bury your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. sweat and forest and something uniquely jake as you ride his thigh with abandon. his hands are everywhere, stroking your back, squeezing your hips, sliding up to cup your breasts. every touch sends sparks of pleasure through you, adding to the building pressure between your legs.
"so small," he murmurs against your ear, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "fit so perfectly right here in my lap. love how tiny you feel against me, how i can just.." he demonstrates by wrapping one arm completely around your waist, holding you tight against him, controlling your movements. ".. hold you like this. you're mine, aren't you? all mine."
"yours," you agree breathlessly, because it's true. you've always been his, from the moment you first came together, and you'll be his until your last breath. "always yours, jake, please-"
"please what?" he asks, slowing your movements with his hand on your hip. you whine in protest, trying to speed up again, but he holds you firm. "what do you need, sweetheart? you gotta tell me."
"need more," you plead, looking up at him with what you know must be desperation written all over your face. "need to feel more of you, need-"
you reach down between your bodies, hand sliding over the soft skin of his belly, and he sucks in a breath. you love this part of him, love the proof that he's lived well, been cared for.
your hand continues down, wrapping around his hard cock, and he groans.
"want this," you whisper. "want you inside me, want to feel you-"
"not yet," he says, catching your hand and pulling it away. you make a sound of frustration, but he just chuckles. "you're gonna come on my thigh first. then maybe, if you're good, i'll give you my cock."
"jake.."
"that's the deal, baby. take it or leave it."
you know he's not serious about the 'leave it' part, he'd never actually deny you, not when you're in heat, not when you need him this badly. but the game is part of it, the push and pull, the way he makes you work for it even though you both know how it'll end.
"fine," you gasp, resuming your movements on his thigh. "but you have to.. you have to help me, please."
"that's better," he praises, and both hands come to your hips now, gripping tight, helping you grind down harder. "love it when you ask nicely. love hearing you beg for me."
the pressure is building again, faster now with his help, with the way he's flexing his thigh and moving you exactly how you need. you can feel yourself getting closer, that familiar tightening in your core, and you chase it desperately.
"that's it," jake encourages, voice low and rough. "can feel how wet you are, baby. making such a mess on my thigh. you gonna come for me? gonna come all over me like a good girl?"
"yes," you sob, so close now, right on the edge. "yes, gonna.. jake, i'm-"
"come on, sweetheart. let go. i've got you."
his words push you over the edge, and you come with a cry, pleasure washing over you in waves. your whole body shakes with it, and jake holds you through it, murmuring praise and encouragement as you ride out your orgasm on his thigh.
but it's not enough. the heat is still there, still burning through you, demanding more. one orgasm barely takes the edge off.
"more," you whimper as soon as you can speak again. "jake, please, i need more."
"i know, baby, i know," he soothes, lifting you easily off his thigh. you can see the evidence of your arousal glistening on his skin, and something about that makes you even more desperate. "gonna give you everything you need. but first.." he shifts, lying back on the mat, pulling you with him. ".. want you to ride me. want to watch you take your pleasure."
you straddle his hips immediately, reaching down to position him at your entrance, but he catches your hand again.
"not there yet," he says, and you could cry from frustration. "want you to ride right here first." he guides your hips forward, positioning you over his lower belly, and you understand what he wants.
the idea sends a fresh wave of heat through you. you've done this before, but not often, and the thought of it now, of grinding yourself against the soft warmth of his stomach, of feeling that slight give beneath you, makes you dizzy with want.
"okay," you breathe, settling yourself over him. the first slide of your slick heat against his belly makes you both groan. it's different from his thigh. softer, warmer, and you can feel the way his muscles tense beneath the layer of flesh.
"fuck, that's hot," jake mutters, hands on your hips again, watching as you start to move. "love feeling you like this, so wet and desperate. you gonna make yourself come on my belly, baby? gonna use me however you need?"
"yes," you gasp, finding a rhythm, grinding down against him. your clit drags against his skin with each movement, sending jolts of pleasure through you. "feels good, feels so good.."
"you look so good like this," he says, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. "so beautiful, taking what you need. love watching you fall apart for me."
you're already close again, the heat making you hypersensitive, making every touch feel like too much and not enough all at once. you brace your hands on his chest, using the leverage to move faster, harder, chasing that peak again.
"jake," you whimper, and you can hear how wrecked you sound.
"jake, please, i need-"
"i know what you need," he says, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. "love feeling you like this, you gonna come on my belly, baby?"
"yes," you gasp, finding a rhythm, grinding down against him. your clit drags against his skin with each movement, sending jolts of pleasure through you. the softness beneath you is intoxicating, the way his stomach gives just slightly under your weight, the warmth of his skin against your slick heat.
you brace your hands on his chest for leverage, fingers splaying across the broad expanse of muscle and soft flesh. you can feel his heart beating beneath your palms, steady and strong, and it grounds you even as the heat threatens to consume you completely.
"that's it," jake encourages, his voice rough with arousal. "look at you, so fucking beautiful like this. love watching you take what you need from me."
you rock your hips faster, chasing the friction, and you're so focused on the sensation against your clit, on the building pressure in your core, that you don't notice at first. don't notice how with each backward grind of your hips, your ass slides back, pressing against something hard and hot.
jake notices, though. you can tell by the way his breath hitches, the way his fingers dig a little harder into your hips.
"fuck, baby," he groans, and there's something different in his voice now, something strained. "keep moving just like that. don't stop."
you obey without thinking, too lost in your own pleasure to question it. you grind forward, your pussy sliding against the soft warmth of his belly, then back, and.. oh. oh, that's his cock, hard and thick, pressing against the curve of your ass as you move.
the realisation sends a fresh wave of arousal through you, makes you even wetter, and you can feel your slickness coating his stomach, making the slide easier, smoother. but you don't change your rhythm, don't adjust your position. it feels too good like this, the dual sensation of your clit rubbing against his belly and your ass inadvertently grinding back against his length.
"you feel so good," you whimper, moving faster now, desperate for release. "feels so good, jake, i'm so close.."
"yeah?" he asks, and his voice is tight, controlled, but you can hear the strain in it. "gonna come for me, sweetheart? gonna make a mess all over my stomach?"
"yes," you sob, because you are, you're so close you can taste it. your thighs are trembling with the effort of your movements, your whole body wound tight with tension. "yes, gonna come, gonna-"
each grind forward drags your swollen clit against his skin, and each grind back presses your ass against his cock, creating friction that has him groaning beneath you. you're leaving a trail of wetness on his stomach, can feel it spreading across his skin, and something about that, about marking him, claiming him, makes you even more desperate.
"look at you," jake breathes, one hand sliding up your side, your ribs, cupping your breast and squeezing. "so fucking perfect. you're making me so hard, baby. can you feel it? can you feel what you do to me?"
you can. with every backward rock of your hips, you can feel his cock pressing against you, hot and hard and leaking. the friction must feel good for him too, because his hips are starting to move now, subtle little thrusts up to meet your grinding.
"jake," you gasp, and you're so close now, right on the edge. your movements become more frantic, less coordinated, just desperate grinding as you chase your release. forward against his belly, back against his cock, forward, back, the rhythm building and building until..
"that's it, baby," jake groans, and you can hear how wrecked he sounds now too. "come for me. wanna feel you come, wanna.. fuck-"
you come with a cry, your whole body seizing up as pleasure crashes over you. your hips jerk erratically, grinding hard against his stomach, and your ass presses back firmly against his cock as your body convulses with the force of your orgasm.
and that's what does it for him.
"oh fuck," jake gasps, his hips bucking up involuntarily. "fuck, baby, i'm- i’m gonna-"
you feel it when he comes, feel the hot spurt of his release against your lower back, your ass, as he groans long and low beneath you. his hands grip your hips bruisingly tight, holding you against him as he rides out his orgasm, his cock pulsing against your skin.
"holy shit," he breathes once he can speak again, chest heaving beneath your hands. "holy shit, baby. you made me come just from that. just from grinding that perfect ass against me."
you're still trembling, aftershocks of pleasure rolling through you, and you can barely process his words. but the satisfaction in his voice, the awe, makes you feel powerful despite how wrecked you are.
"didn't even touch my cock," he continues, one hand sliding up your back, soothing. "just the friction of you moving on me, feeling you come- fuck, that was so hot. you're so hot, you know that?"
you manage a weak smile, slumping forward to rest your forehead against his chest. you can feel his release cooling on your skin, sticky and warm, and you should probably feel embarrassed but you don't. you just feel satisfied, sated, at least for the moment.
"didn't mean to," you mumble against his skin.
"didn't mean to what?" he asks, fingers carding through your hair. "make me come in my pants like a teenager? because you definitely did, sweetheart. made me lose control just from feeling you move on me."
"didn't realise," you admit, pressing a kiss to his chest. "was just.. it felt so good, couldn't think."
"i know, baby," he soothes, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. "that's what the heat does. makes you desperate, makes you need. and i love it. love watching you take your pleasure, love feeling you use my body however you need."
you hum contentedly, nuzzling into his warmth. your body feels heavy, languid, the heat temporarily satisfied by your orgasm and the feeling of jake's release marking your skin.
"we're both a mess now," jake observes with a chuckle. "you're covered in your own slick and my cum, and my stomach is- " he reaches down between your bodies, fingers sliding through the wetness you left on his belly. " -absolutely soaked. you really did a number on me, sweetheart."
"sorry," you murmur, though you don't really mean it.
"don't be," he says firmly, bringing his wet fingers up to his mouth and sucking them clean. the sight makes you clench, makes heat flicker in your belly again even though you just came. "love it. making me come just from grinding on me? that's the hottest thing that's happened in a while."
you lift your head to look at him, and his eyes are dark with satisfaction and lingering arousal. he looks thoroughly debauched, hair mussed, skin flushed and damp with sweat, and you did that to him. you made him lose control.
"you liked it?" you ask, needing the confirmation.
"baby, i loved it," he assures you, cupping your face and pulling you down for a deep kiss. "loved every second of it. loved watching you fall apart on top of me, loved feeling you move, loved that you were so desperate you didn't even realise what you were doing to me. and then when you came- " he groans at the memory. " -the way you pressed back against me, the way your whole body tensed up.. i didn't stand a chance."
his words make you feel warm all over, make you want to do it again, make him lose control again. but your body is heavy with satisfaction, and you know the heat will return soon enough. there will be plenty of opportunities to drive him crazy.
"come on," jake says after a moment, gently shifting you off of him. "let's actually get cleaned up this time before round two hits."
you let him guide you up, let him wipe you both down with a soft cloth, let him fuss over you the way he always does after. and when he pulls you back down to the mat, tucking you against his side, you feel safe and loved and completely satisfied.
at least until the heat comes back.
but that's a problem for later.
except it's not later. it's barely twenty minutes before you feel it building again, that familiar ache low in your belly, the hypersensitivity of your skin, the way everything feels too hot and too tight and not enough all at once.
"jake," you whimper, pressing closer to him, and he must hear something in your voice because his hand stills where it's been stroking lazy patterns on your back.
"already?" he asks, but there's no judgment in his tone, just understanding. "the heat's back?"
"yes," you breathe, and you can already feel yourself getting wet again, slick gathering between your thighs. "need you. need you so bad, please-"
"shh, i've got you," he soothes, rolling you onto your back and settling between your legs. and oh, he's already hard again, his cock thick and heavy against your inner thigh. "gonna take care of you, baby. gonna give you exactly what you need."
"please," you beg, reaching for him, trying to pull him closer. "please, jake, need you inside me, need to feel you-"
"i know," he says, catching your wrists and pinning them gently above your head with one large hand. "but we're gonna take our time with this one, okay? gonna make it good for you."
"no," you whine, trying to arch up against him. "no, need it now, please, i can't.."
"you can," he says firmly, using his free hand to spread your legs wider, settling more fully between them. "and you will. because i'm in charge right now, sweetheart, and i say we're taking our time."
the authority in his voice makes you shiver, makes you even wetter, and you know he can feel it when he slides two fingers through your folds, gathering your slickness.
"fuck, you're soaked already," he groans, circling your clit with his thumb. "this all for me, baby? your body getting ready to take my cock?"
"yes," you gasp, hips bucking into his touch. "yes, all for you."
"so needy," he murmurs, sliding those two fingers inside you, and even that feels good, feels like relief, but it's not enough. "so desperate. love feeling you like this, love knowing how much you want me."
"want you so much," you whimper, clenching around his fingers. "need your cock, please, jake."
"you're gonna take what i give you," he says, pumping his fingers slowly, deliberately, curling them to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. "and you're gonna be grateful for it, aren't you?"
"yes," you sob, because you will, you'll take anything he gives you and beg for more. "yes, thank you, thank you."
he works you open with his fingers, adding a third, stretching you, and it burns a little but it feels so good, feels like what you need. you're so wet that his fingers slide easily, the obscene sound of it filling the quiet of your home.
"that's it," he encourages, thumb still working your clit. "gotta make sure you're ready for me, baby. don't wanna hurt you, even if you're begging for it."
"won't hurt," you insist, though you know that's not entirely true. he's big, thick and long, and even after all these years, after all the times you've taken him, there's always that initial stretch, that moment of almost-too-much. "please, i'm ready, i can take it."
"we'll see," he says, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean. the sight makes you moan, makes you clench around nothing. "mm, you taste so good. could eat you out for hours, make you come on my tongue over and over-"
"no," you whine, shaking your head frantically. "no, need your cock.."
"alright, alright," he relents, releasing your wrists so he can grip your hips instead. "since you're begging so pretty for me."
he lines himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and just that is enough to make you gasp. he's so big, so hot against your sensitive flesh, and you need him inside you right now.
"please," you whimper one more time, and then he's pushing in.
the stretch is immediate and intense, your body struggling to accommodate his size even though you're soaking wet and desperate for it. he goes slow, so slow, feeding his cock into you inch by inch, and you can feel every ridge, every vein, the way your walls have to stretch and give to take him.
"fuck," jake groans, and his voice is strained, controlled. "fuck, baby, you're so tight. no matter how many times i fuck you."
"big," you gasp, because he is, he's so big and you're so full and he's not even all the way in yet. "you're so big, jake, i-"
"you can take it," he says, pushing in deeper, and you feel the way your body yields to him, opens for him. "you always take it so good, don't you? take every inch of my cock like you were made for it."
"was made for it," you agree breathlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper. "made for you, made to take you-"
"that's right," he says, and with one more thrust, he's fully seated inside you, his hips flush against yours. "all of me, baby. you've got all of me."
you feel impossibly full, stretched to your limit, and it's perfect. he's so deep you can feel him everywhere, pressing against spots inside you that make your toes curl. and the weight of him on top of you, the way he covers your smaller body completely, makes you feel safe and claimed and exactly where you're supposed to be.
"please move," you beg, because he's holding still and you need friction, need movement, need him to fuck you. "please, jake, need you to.."
"need me to what?" he asks, pulling out slowly until just the tip remains inside you. "need me to fuck you? need me to ruin this pussy until you can't think straight?"
"yes," you sob, trying to push back onto him. "yes, please."
he slams back in, hard and deep, and you cry out at the sensation. it's almost too much, the way he fills you completely, the way the force of his thrust pushes you up the mat.
"like that?" he asks, doing it again, setting a hard, deep rhythm that has you gasping with each thrust. "this what you need, baby? need me to fuck you hard?"
"yes," you moan, clinging to his broad shoulders, feeling the flex of his muscles as he moves. "yes, just like that, don't stop, please don't stop."
"not gonna stop," he promises, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other braces beside your head. "gonna fuck you until you can't remember your own name, until all you know is how good my cock feels inside you."
he's true to his word, fucking into you with deep, powerful strokes that have you moaning with each one. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mixed with your desperate whimpers and his low groans. you're so wet that each thrust is slick and easy despite his size, your body welcoming him, pulling him deeper.
"look at you," jake says, and there's awe in his voice beneath the desire. "look at how well you take me. your little pussy stretching around my cock, taking every inch. you love this, don't you? love being full of me."
"love it," you gasp, because you do, you love everything about this. the stretch, the fullness, the way he makes you feel small and protected and thoroughly claimed. "love your cock, love how you fill me, love.. oh eywa.."
he's angled his hips differently, hitting that perfect spot inside you with each thrust, and suddenly you're right on the edge, pleasure building impossibly fast.
"gonna come already?" he asks, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. "so sensitive, baby. the heat makes you so desperate, doesn't it? makes you need to come over and over."
"yes," you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders. "yes, gonna come, please let me come.."
"come for me," he commands, reaching between your bodies to rub your clit. "come on my cock, baby. wanna feel you squeeze me."
you come with a cry, your whole body tensing as pleasure crashes through you. your pussy clenches rhythmically around his cock, trying to pull him deeper, and you can feel how wet you are, slick coating his length and dripping down your thighs.
"that's it," jake groans, fucking you through it, not slowing down. "that's my good girl. feel so good when you come, so tight around me."
but he doesn't stop, doesn't give you time to recover. he keeps fucking you, hard and deep, and the stimulation is almost too much on your oversensitive flesh but also exactly what you need.
"too much," you whimper, even as your hips rise to meet his thrusts. "jake, it's too much, i can't-"
"you can," he says firmly, shifting his weight so he can grip both your hips, holding you in place as he fucks into you. "you're gonna take it, baby. gonna take everything i give you."
and you do. you take each hard thrust, each drag of his cock against your sensitive walls, the way he fills you so completely you can barely breathe. your second orgasm builds faster than the first, the heat driving your body to seek more pleasure, more release.
"so perfect," jake murmurs, and his rhythm is getting less controlled now, more erratic. "so fucking perfect for me. love this pussy, love how wet you get, love how desperate you are for my cock."
"need it," you gasp, meeting his thrusts as best you can. "need you, need this."
"i know what you need," he says, and suddenly he's pulling out, flipping you over onto your hands and knees before you can protest. "need me to fuck you deeper, don't you? need to feel me in your stomach."
"yes," you moan, arching your back and presenting yourself to him. from this angle you feel even smaller, more vulnerable, and when he pushes back inside you it's somehow even deeper than before.
"fuck," he groans, gripping your hips and pulling you back onto his cock. "look at you, so small beneath me. love seeing you like this, love watching my cock disappear inside you."
the new angle has him hitting different spots, deeper spots, and you can feel him everywhere. each thrust pushes you forward, and you have to brace yourself against the mat to keep from collapsing.
"so deep," you whimper, and you can feel tears gathering in your eyes from how good it feels, how overwhelming. "you're so deep, jake, i can feel you-"
"i know, baby," he says, one hand sliding up your spine to press between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest down to the mat. the new angle makes him impossibly deeper, and you sob at the sensation. "taking me so good, letting me fuck you so deep. your body was made for this, wasn't it? made to take my cock."
"yes," you agree, because it feels true, feels like you were designed specifically to fit him. "made for you, only you."
he fucks you harder, faster, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass obscene in the quiet. you can feel his thighs flexing against the backs of yours, can feel the power in each thrust, and it makes you feel deliciously small and overwhelmed.
"gonna fill you up," jake groans, and you can hear that he's close, can feel it in the way his rhythm falters. "gonna come inside you, mark you from the inside out. you want that, baby? want me to fill this cunt with my cum?"
"please," you beg, clenching around him deliberately. "please, want it, want you to come inside me.."
"fuck," he gasps, and his grip on your hips tightens. "you're gonna make me.. gonna make me come, baby, you feel too good-"
"come for me," you plead, pushing back against him. "please, jake, want to feel you come."
he comes with a groan, hips stuttering as he buries himself as deep as possible. you can feel his cock pulsing inside you, feel the warmth of his release filling you, and it triggers your own orgasm. you come around him, milking his cock, your whole body shaking with the intensity of it.
"holy shit," jake breathes, collapsing forward over your back, careful not to crush you with his full weight. "holy shit, baby. you're incredible. absolutely incredible."
you can't respond, can barely think, just focus on breathing and the feeling of him still inside you, still hard despite having just come. the heat is satisfied for now, your body languid and heavy, but you can already feel it lurking at the edges, ready to return.
jake pulls out slowly, and you whimper at the loss, at the feeling of his cum starting to leak out of you. but then he's gathering you up, rolling you over and pulling you against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips.
"did so good," he murmurs between kisses. "took me so well, baby. so perfect for me."
"love you," you mumble against his skin, nuzzling into his warmth.
"love you too," he says, one hand stroking through your hair while the other rubs soothing circles on your back. "so much, sweetheart. gonna take care of you all through this heat, gonna give you everything you need."
you hum contentedly, letting yourself drift in the afterglow. but even as you relax against him, you can feel it, that ember of need still glowing in your belly, ready to flare back to life. the heat isn't done with you yet, not by a long shot.
but for now, wrapped in jake's arms, thoroughly fucked and satisfied, you let yourself rest. there will be time for more later. there always is.
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this is is basically a jake sully belly and thigh appreciation post, he’s gotten so much hotter as the movies progress i swearrr.
as always, thank you so much for giving this a read and i hope you liked it!! reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated as well but not necessary :)
hopefully you enjoy the rest of your day/night, thank you!! - maya 🪼
content warnings: 18+, smut, size difference, human reader, threesome, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, fem reader
[an AU where jake never defects to the na'vi side, the reader is a human scientist]
word count: 1.1k words
jake was breathing hard before he even touched you. he pulled you onto the edge of the table, his big hands sliding under your thighs to hike your legs up. the metal gave a sharp, annoying creak under your weight.
"you're already shaking," jake muttered. he leaned in, his thumb hooking into the corner of your mouth to pull your lip down. he looked at how wet you were, the sticky sound of him testing you filling the quiet shack. "look at that. so impatient."
you let out a needy little whimper, your fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders. "jake, please."
"yeah, i got you," he huffed. he didn't just slide in; he took his time, the broad head of him stretching you open until you were sobbing into his neck. the sound of him sinking into you was loud—wet and heavy. you gasped, your back arching off the table as he bottomed out. "fuck. you're so tight."
he started to move, his hips grinding against yours with a messy, rhythmic slap. you couldn't even get a word out, just broken moans every time he hit your cervix.
quaritch stepped up behind you then, his large, scarred hand coming around to cover your mouth. he didn't do it to be mean; he just wanted to feel the vibration of your cries against his palm. he leaned over your shoulder, his chest a solid wall against your back.
"stop being so fussy," quaritch grunted into your ear. he reached down, his fingers slicking you up even more where you and jake were joined. the sound was loud—disgustingly wet—as he worked you. "sully's giving you exactly what you asked for. take it."
jake groaned, his forehead dropping against yours. he was sweating, the freckles on his skin glowing a dull, flickering blue. he reached up and replaced quaritch’s hand with his own fingers, letting you suck on them to keep from screaming.
"that's it," jake panted, his pace getting faster, rougher. "just suck on my fingers and keep those legs open. you're doing so good for us."
the table was rattling now, the metal legs practically walking across the floor with every heavy thrust. you were a mess—tears running down your face, your hair sticking to your forehead, and the constant, squelching sound of jake pounding into you.
quaritch wasn't letting up either. he was right there, biting at your earlobe and keeping his hand heavy on your hip to make sure you didn't slide away. he was watching the way jake’s blue skin moved against yours, his own breathing getting jagged.
"she's gonna break if you keep fucking her like that, corporal," quaritch joked, though his voice was thick.
"she's fine," jake gasped out, his eyes rolling back as he felt you start to twitch around him. "she... fuck, she's milking me, miles. look at her."
you couldn't help it. the double friction of jake inside and quaritch’s hands all over you was too much. you let out a muffled, high-pitched wail against jake’s fingers, your whole body clenching. jake didn't stop—he drove in one last time, deep and hard, his whole body locking up as he came.
you fell back against quaritch’s chest, sobbing for air, your skin slick with sweat and whatever else.
"see?" quaritch murmured, his rough tongue catching a tear on your temple. he didn't let go of you. he just held you while you came down, his hand still possessively cupping you. "told you she liked it."
jake stayed there for a second, just breathing against your neck while you tried to catch your breath. his grip on your wrists was still firm, his skin hot and damp against yours. the only sound in the shack was the heavy thud of his tail hitting the table and your own shaky, ragged inhales.
"my turn," quaritch grunted.
he didn't wait for an answer. he grabbed your hips and pulled you further down the edge of the table until your ass was hanging off the metal. jake let out a low, protested groan as he was forced to pull out of you, the wet, suctioning sound of it loud in the small room. jake didn't go far, though. he stayed right there, hovering over you, his hands moving to cup your breasts while quaritch dropped to his knees between your legs.
"look at this mess," quaritch muttered, his voice a dark, gravelly rumble.
he didn't hesitate. he leaned in and buried his face in you. the first lap of his tongue felt hot, catching the drips of jake's spent heat and your own slick arousal. you let out a sharp whine, your fingers tangling in jake’s hair as your back arched off the table again.
"whiny already?" jake teased, his voice vibrating against your ear. he leaned down, his teeth grazing your nipple through the damp fabric of your shirt. "you just got done coming. stay still for him."
quaritch wasn't being gentle. his tongue was rough, mocking the same deep, rhythmic pace jake had just used. he was focused, his nose buried in your curls, making loud, lapping sounds that made your face heat up. he sucked at your clit until you were shaking, your thighs twitching against his shoulders as you tried to close your legs.
"don't you dare," quaritch growled against your skin, his hands locking around your knees to keep you pinned wide. "i told you i wasn't done."
he went back to work, his tongue flicking fast and mean now. the wetness was everywhere—smeared across his face, dripping onto the floor. you were making those pathetic, high-pitched noises again, your head tossing from side to side on the metal.
jake was watching the whole thing, his eyes dark and blown out. he reached down, his thumb replacing quaritch's tongue for a second just to feel how swollen you were before quaritch pushed his hand away to keep going.
"she's close again," jake whispered, his hand sliding down to cover your mouth as your breath hitched. "you're gonna take it all for him, right? be a good girl and just take it."
you couldn't even nod. your brain was just white heat and the feeling of quaritch's rough tongue ruining you. when he finally hit the right spot, your whole body went rigid. you let out a muffled scream into jake's palm, your toes curling as another orgasm ripped through you, even harder than the first.
quaritch didn't stop until you were limp, your legs shaking so hard you couldn't keep them up anymore. he sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking entirely too proud of himself.
"there," quaritch said, his voice thick. "now we're even."
jake let out a huff of a laugh, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "you okay, baby? or do we need to carry you back to bed now?"
- cw: potential afaa spoilers! lower case intended, smut, p in v, sex pollen, kinda hate sex (fuck or die but dying isn’t an option), cheating (sorry neytiri!), forced proximity? (the pit), grinding/dry humping, dirty talk, biting. let me know if i missed anything!
- an: saw afaa on friday and jake looked so dang scrumptious in that prison jumpsuit, i had to hold myself back from jumping at the screen.
- wc: 3.3k
- summary: after your clan’s attack on the wind traders, you crash land near a burning caravan with surviving clan members. whilst varang punishes captured na’vi, slicing through their kuru’s, only you spot a tall, male na’vi watching from the shrubbery. you give chase, too worried that by the time everyone else is alerted, he’d be far gone. when you catch him, the confrontation turns physical, sending you both tumbling into a hidden pit of strange flowers. exposed to the pollen’s effects and unable to escape, hostility gives way to desperate survival.
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you let out a groan of pain, hands digging into the soft flora of pandora as you pull yourself sitting upright. your nightwraith unfortunetly got shot down in the process of the attack on the tlalim clan, by only who you could assume was jake sully, the ‘great toruk makto’. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the thought, everyone across pandora knew of him, the great stories told about a sky person turned na’vi who proceeded to save the whole planet.
the impact of the hit affected your body, making you feel bruised and battered as slowly but surely, you made your way towards the scattered members of your clan who landed not too far from you. varang being one of them.
screams echoed through the forest as fire spewed from side to side, members of the mangkwan clan threw themselves at remainders of other na’vi, which crashed alongside the now alit caravan, piercing some of them with knives. others were forced to perform tsaheylu with varang, a painful process as she wrapped their kuru around her knife and sadistically sliced it, pained screams filling your ears.
you made your way and stood beside riku, varang’s henchman. a tlalim na’vi was thrown at your feet. instinctively, you followed suit and gripped the back of his head, running your hand along the kuru as you pulled the base of it, knife wrapped around it.
the fire burned stronger and brighter, sparks falling from the wrecked caravan. the mangkwan members surrounding you danced and mimicked animalistic noises.
as varang began talking, you couldn’t help but zone out, blocking all sorts of noises out. your eyes focused on a random patch of the forest as you thought you saw a flicker of movement.
the fire burning beside you helped illuminate the surrounding shrubbery and flora as you zoned in on specific bushy area. you hummed in contemplation, pondering on whether or not to investigate what potentially could be nothing.
a small movement in the bush snaps you out of your thoughts as you see a sparkle, reflecting that of fire, in what resembles a pair of eyes.
you let out a hiss as you drop the tlalim na’vi, they’d be delt with by another.
evidently, you were correct, as the figure you thought was in the bush, came to be real.
the dark blue skinned na’vi got up from their crouched position and began to run. you weren’t far behind.
it took a good few minutes of running after this figure before you managed to catch up, lurching forwards and slamming into them, causing a tussle on the grass.
swiftly, you pulled the male to the ground and straddled him as you attempted to pull out your knife from the sheath on your hips but unfortunately got disarmed rather quickly as he threw you onto your back.
“jake sully..” a hiss came from your lips as you barred your fangs.
you lay on your forearms.
the moonlight mixed with the bioluminescent flora bouncing off his face quickly revealed who this figure was.
“don’t sound too excited.” he scoffed as he set up a defensive stance.
you hissed again before standing upright and going for another attack. you lurched forward, going in for a punch to his face. jake barely has time to brace before your fist whistles past his jaw, close enough that he feels the rush of air. he pivots instinctively, grabbing your forearm and twisting, using your momentum against you. you snarl and drive a knee toward his ribs, catching him hard enough to force a grunt from his chest.
“still fast,” he mutters through clenched teeth.
you wrench free and spin, tail lashing behind you as you circle him. the forest hums softly around you, bioluminescent plants lighting the clearing in flickers of blue and green.
‘toruk makto, demon, enemy’ is all you could think, hatred bubbling inside of you.
You rush him again, fingers grazing his shoulder this time. he reacts instantly, shoving you back, feet skidding against the damp ground as he regains his footing. the two of you collide once more, hands locking at each other’s wrists, muscles straining as neither gives an inch.
“you should’ve stayed hidden,” you hiss.
“after what i saw?” jake scoffed, “that’s inhuman!” he yelled at you.
your grip falters for half a second, long enough for him to twist you sideways and drive you both into the undergrowth. the ground slopes sharply beneath your weight, loose soil giving way as you grapple for control.
‘no-’
then.. the earth disappears.
you fall together, limbs tangled, crashing through layers of soft petals and unfamiliar blooms. the impact knocks the breath from your lungs as flowers burst beneath you, releasing a shimmering cloud of spores into the air.
the scent fills your lungs. you cough, scrambling to your feet, only to stagger.
the scent is thick. sweet. wrong.
‘something’s not right’
jake groans nearby, pushing himself up on one elbow, eyes unfocused as the pollen curls around you both. the fight stalls, not from mercy, but from the sudden, dizzying heat flooding your veins.
your legs threaten to give out beneath you. you dig your fingers into the soil, steadying yourself as warmth coils through your body in slow, invasive waves. your thoughts blur at the edges, anger dulling into something hazy and unfocused.
‘this isn’t weakness.’
you grit your teeth. ‘it’s the plants.’
jake drags himself upright a few paces away, one hand braced against the rock wall of the pit. his breathing is uneven, chest rising and falling too fast as his gaze lifts to you, and lingers. something flickers across his face. realisation almost.
“don’t..” he starts, then falters, swallowing hard. “don’t breathe it in.”
too late.
the spores glow faintly around you both, disturbed by every movement. heat pulses low in your stomach, unfamiliar and humiliating, making it harder to remember why you’re supposed to hate him. your tail flicks behind you without your permission.
jake notices.
his jaw tightens as he looks away, forcing himself to focus. “this place,” he mutters, more to himself than you. “it’s.. it’s doing something to us.”
you let out a shaky breath that turns into something dangerously close to a laugh. “you think?” you scoffed in a sarcastic tone.
silence stretches between you, thick and heavy. the pit feels smaller by the second, the air pressing in on your skin. you take a step back, only to hit the curved wall behind you. jake mirrors the movement without realising.
your eyes meet his again, and this time he doesn’t look away. his pupils are blown wide, just as you’d imagine yours are. expression torn between restraint and something far more primal. he clenches his fists at his sides, knuckles whitening.
“this is bad,” he says quietly. “we need to wait it out. not touch. not..”
a wave of heat crashes through you. you let out a pained gasp, hand flying to your chest, as your knees threaten to buckle.
“damn it..” you hiss, fighting for balance.
you stagger forward despite yourself, vision blurring at the edges. jake reacts on pure reflex, catching your forearm to keep you from hitting the ground. the contact is brief but sharp.
you both freeze.
his grip tightens instinctively before he realises, fingers curling around your wrist. you feel the heat of his skin through yours, the sensation jarring and wrong in a way that makes your breath hitch.
jake freezes, breath hitching as he realises what he’s done. you should pull away. you don’t. the spores shimmer brighter around you, responding eagerly, the forest almost listening.
your breath comes too fast. too loud. every sensation feels sharpened to a painful edge, the brush of leaves against your calves, the pulse hammering in your ears. and jake.
you hate that you notice him like this.
the scent of him cuts through the sweetness of the pollen. smoke, sweat, pandora, strong enough to make your head spin. every breath he takes, sounds amplified, the rise and fall of his chest impossible to ignore. his muscles tense beneath your grip, allowing you to feel how strong he really is.
against instinct, your gaze drops.
his pupils flicker, once, twice, to your mouth before he forces his eyes away, jaw tightening hard enough to ache.
“don’t,” he growls, voice rough, warning more himself than you.
another wave crashes through you, sharper this time, and you stumble forward, into his arms practically. jake swears under his breath and reacts without thinking, slamming you back against the curved wall of the pit. his hand comes up, one pinning your wrist above your head, not gentle, not cruel. necessary. whilst the other holds your waist.
too close.
your chest brushes his, heat bleeding between you like a living thing. his hips jerk a fraction of an inch, as if startled by the contact, and the movement sends a jolt through both of you.
the silence is thick.
“this means nothing,” he says immediately, voice ragged, breath warm against your cheek. his grip tightens, more anchor than threat. “you hear me? this is just..” he swallows, “the pollen.”
his gaze drags back to yours, dark and unfocused, like he’s fighting a battle entirely inside his own head. the spores swirl lazily around you, glowing brighter with every shallow breath, every accidental brush of skin.
the tension snaps like a bowstring, one moment you're glaring at each other, the next your lips crash together in a searing kiss. jake’s grip on your wrist tightens, his other hand sliding from your waist to the small of your back, hauling you flush against him. the moment your lips touch, the spores react violently, bioluminescent pollen surges around you in swirling clouds, painting your skin in flickering blue light.
“this means nothing," jake repeats, growling against your mouth, but his body betrays him, his tail lashes out, twining possessively around your thigh. his hips jerk forward, pressing you harder into the wall, and the kiss deepens with a hunger that’s anything but meaningless. his teeth graze your lower lip, sharp enough to sting, and you bite back just as hard, earning a rough groan from him.
the pollen amplifies everything, every drag of his tongue against yours is electric, every gasp magnified. your hands twist free, fingers digging into his shoulders, his braids, anywhere you can hold on as his mouth moves to your throat, his fangs pricking the sensitive skin there. “still hate me?” he mocks, voice thick with hatred yet desire, but the way his hands tremble gives him away.
you don’t answer, you can’t, because his lips are back on yours, swallowing your protests, your pride, everything but the heat coiling low in your stomach.
you can’t help but slowly, torturously grind against him as you indulge in the passionate kiss, wet kisses exchange between you both.
he moans into the kiss, hips grinding against yours in a rough, deliberate rhythm that makes your tail lash against his calf.
“still pretending this means nothing?" you pant against his lips, your own curling into a smirk.
jake’s answer is a growl, his free hand sliding down to grip your thigh, hiking it around his waist as he pins you harder against the wall. the friction is maddening, every rock of his hips drags the hard length of him against you, teasing what you both really want. his breathing is ragged, pupils blown so wide his eyes look near-black in the bioluminescent glow.
“shut up," he snarls, but his fingers are already working at the ties of your loincloth, hands scraping sensitive skin as it falls away. his palm slides over your bare ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise, and you hiss, arching into him.
“fuck..” his voice cracks when you roll your hips against him, deliberate this time, dragging a ragged moan from his throat.
you can’t help but let a small moan slip from your own lips as the friction between you both stimulates you so well.
“off..” you mumble into the kiss as you reach for his own loincloth, finding the state of undress between you both rather unfair.
“take it off.” you say once more, pulling at the strings as the kissing and grinding continues.
he hums in response, not putting up too much of a fight and reaches down to to pull at the strings of his own loincloth, allowing for it to fall down to the ground.
you can’t help but break the kiss, a string of saliva separating your lips as you look down, in awe almost, at him.
jake let’s out a chuckle as he sees your face, “you like it?” he says with a cocky tone, the smirk on his face only growing wider.
you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t pretty, because holy shit was his cock gorgeous.
your fingers twitch with the urge to touch it, but jake beats you to it, his calloused hand wraps around himself with a rough stroke, making your breath hitch. the sight alone sends a fresh wave of arousal pulsing through your cunt, your tail curling involuntarily around his thigh as if trying to pull him closer. his smirk deepens at your reaction.
“see something you like?” he taunts, voice gravelly with arousal, as he pumped his angry cock. the tip glistening with smeared precum already.
you don’t dignify him with words. instead, you surge forward, capturing his lips in another bruising kiss as your hand replaces his, fingers sliding over his cock with deliberate pressure. the groan he lets out is muffled against your mouth, his hips stuttering into your touch.
you tease him with slow strokes at the base, eventually making your way up closer to the tip. you run your thumb over the slit and watch as jake inhales sharply, his stomach tightening.
“feel good?” you tease into the kiss.
jake’s only response is a growl, low, feral, before he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand off his cock.
you let out a squeal of surprise as he swiftly positions you both onto the mossy ground beneath.
you feel a hand press against the back of your head as he smushes your face into the moss. his other hand reaches down to the dip of your back, pushing down on it, resulting in you arching nicely for him.
he positions himself behind you, grabbing your ass as he kneads it like bread. “look at this gorgeous cunt.” he threw his head back with a groan.
you mewl in response as his curious fingers get the best of him. he ran his fingers over your pussy, spreading your lips apart with his index and middle finger.
“look how wet she is doll.” jake grins as he brung his hand back up, a string of slick following.
you let out a loud moan in response as you look back at him, he uses the same hand and coats his cock in your juices, giving it a few jerks before he slides against your slick heat, teasing, taunting. the head catching on your clit with each rough grind of his hips.
you move back against him, feeling his cock rub against your cunt.
you can feel him almost measuring against your stomach, how deep it’d go inside you.
the answer is very deep.
you look down and see where it reaches up to, just above your navel.
jake’s hand that was pressed against your head, now eases as he reaches for you kuru instead, wrapping it around his hand in a fist as he yanks you up, gently but with purpose.
he brings his lips up to your ear as his chest pressed against your back.
“you’re a fucking slut.. you know that..” he whispered against your ear, followed by a lick as he kissed behind your ear.
you whine at his words, any form of defensiveness is out the window.
“just had to run after me, didn’t you?” he began rocking his hips.
“i bet you wanted this to happen, to have you struggling beneath me.” he murmured.
you shook your head, a whiney “noo..” followed, it didn’t sound very believable even if you attempted.
jake scoffed in return before he unravelled your kuru, grip still tight. he guided it to his own, the tendrils on yours and his both revealed themselves as tsaheylu was formed and you connected with each other.
he let go of your kuru as you bother gasped in pleasure. loud noises emitted from you both as you felt each other in a whole different dimension almost.
your head dropped back onto the mossy ground as he let go.
“liar liar..” was all he said before he angled his hips with yours and slammed into you.
the stretch is brutal, delicious, punching a ragged scream from your lungs. jake doesn’t give you a second to adjust, his rhythm is punishing from the start, each thrust driving you deeper into the bioluminescent petals beneath you. his tail lashes wildly, curling around your thigh to hold you open, to take him deeper.
“Kalweyaveng (son of a bitch) .. j-jake..” you whine, your fingers tear at the moss, knuckles white, as pleasure crests violently.
you instinctively arch even more, slowly matching his thrusts.
he leans over you, fangs scraping your shoulder. “say my name again," he demands, voice raw.
you choke it out, “jake!” as his hand reaches down and begins to circle around your clit. hips snapping harder with each thrust. his breath is ragged in your ear, small groans and moans escape his lips with every clench of your cunt clamping down on his cock.
another hand reaches down, pulling at your top and begins groping at your tits, squeezing them and groping them harshly.
he plays with your nipples, squeezing them and gently pulling at them, adding to the pleasure you’re feeling already.
his fingers tighten around your breast, rolling your nipple between his calloused fingertips until you gasp, your tail lashing wildly against his thigh.
jake's restraint is hanging by a thread, the thin leash of his self-control fraying with every stroke, every breath he’s inhaling, the sweet scent of you mixed with the intoxicating pollen, only drives him deeper into madness. his thrusts grow erratic, his control slipping with each desperate roll of his hips. you can feel him trembling against you, his muscles taut, his tail tightening possessively around your thigh like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.
“fuck, you feel..” his voice cracks mid-sentence, his lips crashing against the back of your neck, teeth scraping skin as he stifles a groan. his rhythm stutters, hips snapping harder, faster, chasing the inevitable crest of pleasure that’s been building between you both.
you whimper beneath him, nails digging into the moss, the slick sound of skin on skin drowned out only by your gasps and the rustling petals beneath you. every drag of his cock inside you hits just right, sending sparks of heat up your spine. his fingers on your clit don’t let up, circling mercilessly until you’re teetering on the edge.
and then he bites down on your shoulder.
you let out a scream.
the sharp pain morphs into pleasure so fast it leaves you dizzy, your entire body tensing as the coil inside you finally snaps. your cunt clenches around him, milking his cock in waves as you shudder violently, stars bursting behind your eyelids.
jake curses, hips stuttering as your climax pulls him over the edge. his grip on your hip tightens to the point of bruising as he buries himself deep, his groan ragged against your skin. hot pulses of his cum fill you, his cock twitching inside you as he rides out his own orgasm with slow, grinding thrusts.
for a moment, the only sound is your panting breaths and the soft hum of the forest around you.
jake pulls out abruptly, hissing through his teeth at the sensitivity. he collapses beside you, chest heaving, staring up at the glowing canopy above with an expression caught between satisfaction and disbelief.
you stay where you are, limp against the moss, your body still thrumming with aftershocks. the pollen haze lingers, but the urgency has faded.
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hii! i hope you guys enjoyed reading this! i’m not sure how well written this is as i’ve not bothered re-reading it hahaha, so i’m hoping it doesn’t seem rushed!
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can I PLEASE request steve and shy!reader’s first time?? he practically begs her to make noise and when she does he’s just DEAD
ty for requesting!! — steve teaches you how to use your voice in the bedroom (new relationship, shy!reader, smut 18+)
“Is that the spot?”
You only vaguely hear Steve’s voice, low and honeyed in your ear, as his kiss-bitten lips trace over the shell of it. You’re suffocated beneath the weight of his golden body, and the pleasure he punches into you with relentless, measured thrusts. Steve keeps himself propped on his sinewy forearms on either side of your head, watching with attentive eyes as your pretty face screws with pleasure every time he fucks himself into you.
It’s hard for him to know exactly what you like when you aren’t really telling him anything. Your silence is not entirely expected — you’re always a quiet little thing, and now is no exception — but it’s hard for him to know if you feel good.
He’s grown too used to the wild types; the girls that scream and writhe and make sex an Oscar-worthy performance. He likes how quiet you are in your pleasure; how your pliable body reacts so loudly to his touches despite how shy you are.
He’s already found the spot that makes you keen. With one especially languid thrust — which had pierced the deepest parts of you and caged your sensitive clit beneath his coarse pubic hair — your wild head tipped back against the pillow, in time with your arching back and your clenching fists that reach blindly for the navy sheets below. The sudden stroke of pleasure, like lightning down your spine, makes you feel like a woman possessed.
Steve’s rosy mouth, slick with your honey and spit, curls into a crooked smile at the sight.
“Yeah?” he coos, half-breathless, when your velvet walls clench around him. “You like this, don’t you, honey?”
All he gets from you is a soft and airy moan, but it makes his stiff cock jerk in your quivering confines anyway.
“Then tell me.”
His words fall over you like summer rain. You don’t know if it’s a command or a plea — and he doesn’t, either, really — but he just wants to hear you.
Your mouth parts in a silent moan when his hips rock back and forward again, never quite pulling all the way out of you before fucking into you again, inch by agonizing inch. Your nails dig crescent shapes into his shoulder blades, and Steve revels in the distant burn.
“C’mon, sweet thing…” he pants above you. The breath of his words fans warm against your chin as his broad nose nudges against the side of yours. “Tell me… Tell me I’m making you feel good…”
A flicker of panic dashes across your fucked-out features at the simple command — you wouldn’t know what to tell him, how to tell him without sounding utterly un-sexy. But then his hips tilt back between your parted thighs, dragging his stiff cock out of you until your drooling pussy clenches around the bulbous tip, and then pushes slowly back into you again.
He forces you to feel all of it — every inch of his cock as he fills you once more. The thatch of hair above his happy trail that ruts mercilessly along your swollen clit, more so when your hips buck on their own accord. The scruff of his chest that brushes your sensitive nipples when you tighten your hold around his shoulders.
You couldn’t make out the words if you tried.
You cage your bottom lip between your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut tight, missing the look of worry that flashes across Steve’s scruffy face. His measured thrusts falter at your silence, lean hips stilling between your thighs.
“Does it… Does it not feel good?” he mumbles awkwardly into the quiet of his bedroom.
Your eyes fly open then, heavy-lidded and swimming with a leftover pleasure. You almost can’t believe he’s asking you that. Like you aren’t already so close to your orgasm, like you haven’t already drenched the sheets below you.
“Yeah… It— It feels good…” you tell him through panted breaths, quiet and hardly audible. Your eyes dart back and forth between his chocolate ones. Something short of agony twists at your pouting features. “Why— Why’d you stop?”
Steve grins all over again, though it wavers at the edges with a lingering worry.
“You got all quiet on me…” he murmurs, smoothing one wide hand over your cheek. The skin there is slightly sticky from a thin layer of sweat as he smooths rouge tendrils of hair from your temples with a softly calloused palm. His touch is as warm and firm as his heavy balls still pressed against your ass. “I wanted to make sure it was good for you, too…”
You shift slightly, caged beneath his golden body and the mattress below. You shrink into yourself instinctively, though there isn’t anywhere to go with you pressed so intently against him.
“Sorry…” you whisper.
Steve shakes his head. The chestnut tresses hanging over his forehead sway over his eyes, which go squishy around the edges when he smiles down at you with a melted chocolate gaze.
“You don’t have to apologize… I get it. It’s okay.”
He punctuates his reassurance with a kiss. His lips taste like spearmint, nicotine, and the sweet-salty tang of your cum when they press against yours. Your mouths slot together in a lingering, longing thing like they were meant to do it — like he was made to kiss you, like his only purpose was to kiss you.
Your lips smack when you pull away.
“Can you…” you hear yourself ask, then trail off a second later when you catch yourself.
“Can I what?” Steve hums knowingly. His lips curl into a lazy smile moments before he leans down to press them to your cheek. He doesn’t really kiss you there, but rather brushes the plush skin along your sweat-slick one. The breath of his words fans across your jaw and sends chill bumps pebbling across your bare body. “Use your words for me, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
My cock, he means. Or the world. Or the ocean. Whatever you could possibly ask for, he’d fight like hell to get.
Your breath catches when his wet mouth meets your pulse. You wonder if he can feel the thrumming of your rapid heartbeat there. “Can you keep going?” you plead in a breathless whisper.
Steve grits his teeth to fight back a moan when your words make his cock twitch inside you. The scruff of his chin scratches your shoulder when he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, baby, I can… I do that for you…”
The process starts all over again, the merciless rocking of his hips. He pulls out just enough to make you sigh at the empty feeling, then he fucks back into you until his balls slap the plush skin of your ass. Your back arches off the mattress as your nails dig into his golden shoulder. Your moan gets buried in your throat, in a hardly audible whimper.
“Let me hear it, baby,” Steve pleads through labored breaths as his fists ball into the pillows on either side of your head.
His lidded gaze, glassy with a layer of honey, flits across your fucked-out features — eyes squeezed shut, head tossed back, bottom lip caged between your teeth. The sight of you below him is heaven alone, especially compared to how demoniacal your cunt feels wrapped around him.
“Let me make you feel good. C’mon.”
You vaguely feel his right hand squeeze between your sweaty bodies as he continues his measured thrusts. His finger brushes over your stomach, and past the thatch of hair above your pussy, before finding purchase on your clit — already sensitive from your previous orgasm, which he had given to you with nothing but his mouth.
Your body reacts before your mind does. Your hips buck with a shock of electricity. Your thighs clench around his lean hips. Your mouth parts to exhale a broken whimper.
“Right there,” you hear yourself say. “Oh, my god— Right there.”
The praise makes Steve’s even thrusts falter for a moment. A groan rumbles in the depths of his throat. “Yeah… There you go,” the boy slurs. “You sound so pretty for me— Fuck. I knew you would…”
His words make you keen. “Steve…” you whimper when you feel your orgasm suddenly approaching, like a knot in the pit of your stomach that’s growing tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.
He tries not to burst entirely at the way you say his name.
“What is it, honey?” he coos. “You close?”
“Yes…” you sigh.
“I know you are, baby— I can feel it,” he says through gritted teeth, as his own pleasure starts to build. “You’re getting so tight around me, baby, I can— shit. I can barely move—”
Your pussy clenches tighter around him, all but weeping for him now. Steve’s fingers on your swollen clit only add to the ache, which feels borderline overwhelming now. Your face screws in a pained sort of look as your thighs tremble on either side of his waist. You writh beneath his golden body, trying to both chase your orgasm and run from its intensity at the same time.
“Please, please, please…” you hear yourself begging, though for what, you couldn’t say. “Please, Steve…”
“I’m right here, baby,” the boy coos, words slurring from his own encroaching orgasm. He keeps one merciless hand on your clit, which swells beneath his fingers, while his other shifts to hold you. He keeps himself propped up with his elbow while his palm settles over the crown of your head. His fingers curl gently in your hair as he murmurs to you, “I’m right here. Take what you want. You know I’ll give it to you. You just gotta… holy shit— You just gotta fucking take it, baby—”
Something about his words sends you over the edge. The way he says them to you so softly, maybe, or the way they come out slightly strangled as he fights back his own pleasure.
“There you go…” Steve sighs when he feels you cumming around him, velvet walls clenching through the silk you leak for him. He watches through the haze of bliss clouding his vision as you finally succumb to your orgasm, twitching and writhing behind him through every wave of pleasure. “Take it, baby. Take it—”
His voice breaks. A pain sort of groan sounds deep in his throat as his own orgasm threatens to unravel him. He punches into you once, hard, and then buckles down over you. He suffocates you beneath his warm, heavenly body while his aching cock jerks within the pulsing walls of your pussy, spitting several ropes of warm cum deep inside of you.
“Fuck, baby,” he whimpers into your neck, where he hides his flushed face that screws in a pained look of overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck—”
He stills against you with one last, shallow thrust. The remaining tension floods from his body as he sinks heavily onto yours, with every intention of melting with you there. It’s the closest to heaven he’s ever felt — hell, probably the closest to heaven he’ll ever get — with his sweat-slick skin sticking so deliciously to yours.
“Stay…” he hears you whisper when he goes to pull out of you.
The soles of your feet press into the back of his scruffy thighs. Steve pulls just far enough to see your face, and finds you wearing a pleading, pitiful sort of look — brows scrunched, eyes wet, mouth pouted from his kisses.
“Don’t pull out,” you beg through heavy breaths. “Please. I… I wanna stay like this for a while…”
Steve’s pink lips spread into a lopsided grin. His eyes are made of melted chocolate as they dart between both of your glassy ones. Rogue tendrils of chestnut hair fall over his forehead as he nods. And when the words of a promise finally catch up to him, he grins, “Yeah. Whatever you want, baby…”
You and Bucky are married but sometimes you let Steve into your bedroom.
Watching Steve fuck bucky so hard that he’s sobbing (and maybe pisses a little)
Warning: watersports
This. Is my fucking. Dream. I love this so much.
Because imagine how fucking dominant Steve would get and how submissive Bucky would get oh my god. And imagine you and Steve watching as Bucky opens himself up, stuffing a finger, then two, then three in his own ass.
And then how beautifully slutty Bucky would look spreading his own ass cheeks and bending over, showing Steve how ready he is. You grip Bucky's hair, forcing him to look up at you while Steve is lining up at his asshole and God, he thinks he could cum on the sheets just from the two of you degrading him. "You're so fuckin' slutty, you know that? So desperate for Stevie to fill your tight little ass. Can't even blame you. Steve feels so good, doesn't he? Fills you up just right."
Steve slips his tip into Bucky's tight hole and your husband looks beyond blissed out, his eyes glassy and his cock twitching. "He feels s-so good. Do anything for his dick. S-so big." He groans, feeling one of Steve's huge hands land on his lower back.
"Take it so well, baby boy. 'S been a while though, bet it feels like daddy is splitting you in two." Steve grunts, pressing deeper and Bucky's face is a vision of pleasure.
"Hurts so good, daddy. Wanna feel slutty. Oh fuck, daddy, use me. Fuck me until I shake daddy please." He sobs, feeling Steve get settled in his tight little hole.
"Who knew my husband is such a cock slut. Bet there's nothing you wouldn't do just to be allowed to cum." You tease, tugging gently on his dick hanging between his legs, enjoying his little groan.
"Fuck. Fuck baby I love you. I love this. I-I can't..." He groans, pressing himself back on Steve's cock, making both you and Steve laugh.
"He's all cock drunk and he hasn't had a single stroke yet." You chuckle, pulling Steve into a deep kiss. The kiss only makes Steve grunt, pressing so deep into your husband he falls forward slightly.
"What a fuckin' wife you got. Lets you work yourself on a big dick and doesn't get jealous. Sweetest little pussy I've ever felt too. She's a wet dream come true." Steve's always been vocal about how much he loves the dynamic of your relationship with Bucky, and how couldn't he? Here he is, balls deep inside your husband and planning exactly how he's going to make you cum as soon as he's done with Buck.
As you make out with Steve, his thrusts get harder and faster until his pace is nothing short of brutal. He's got one hand gripping your husband's hip, the other gripping your face, using Bucky like a fleshlight to take his frustration out on. He bites at your bottom lip, groaning obscenely and Bucky is totally gone. At some point, Bucky fell forward onto the bed entirely, his arms not able to support himself anymore and every breath becomes a filthy, slutty moan.
"Daddy... Daddy I'm gonna..." Bucky whines, his eyes rolling back pathetically.
"Don't you cum yet, baby boy. Daddy's not done with you." Steve grunts before pressing his lips to yours again with a burning intensity.
"N-no... No daddy, I'm gonna..." He cries, his eyes watering as his dick starts streaming. A gentle hiss fills the room, Bucky muffling his own quiet sobs of relief in the comforter.
"Oh Steve, he's pissing everywhere. Fucked the piss out of him." You gasp, not even able to stop watching as Steve pounds Bucky even harder.
Bucky's moans never stop, a steady stream falling from his parted lips. "Guess I've made both of the Barnes' squirt now, huh?" He chuckles, giving Bucky's ass a hard spank, enjoying the broken sob he lets out.
Can you do one of Bucky pissing in reader? Like maybe he sees a video of it and then he can't stop imagining filling reader up!!!
If it's not too much!!! Blushing typing this omg
Anon this made me blush reading it but I still did it!!!
Bucky doesn't know exactly how he came across the video.
He only knows that somewhere along the line of him searching for videos where he can pretend it's him pumping loads of cum into you, rather than two nameless, faceless actors, he finds… something else.
It's a normal video at first, named something stupid like slut gets fucked full. Nothing to suggest what really happens.
Bucky's eyes are trained on where the man disappears inside his partner, and he's too busy remembering the last time he got to fuck you raw when the man in the video stills, buried deep inside the woman. It takes Bucky a second to realize what the man in the video is doing. He's— Is he— god.
Bucky almost throws his phone. His hand stops halfway up his dick, mouth hung open listening to the deep groans of the man in the video, the high pitched, pleading whines of the woman, the sick squelching as the man pisses inside her. The sight of it spilling out of her along with the noises just about do him in and he knows he should be ashamed of the way it turns him on.
The first time he rewinds it, he tells himself it's out of curiosity. He wants to know why. Do people actually do that?
The second time is because he can't continue to ignore the way his cock has started begging for attention. He didn't expect to find it as… intriguing as he does. He sure as shit didn't expect it to do what it does to him.
The suggested videos tell Bucky that this is, in fact, something that people do. Hesitantly, he clicks another. And another. At one point he realizes he's started fucking his fist, slowly rolling his fist forward as he watches the truly filthy, debauched sight before him.
Through it all, his mind goes straight to you. It's all he can picture — you, crying on his cock as he splits you open, filling you up with his cum while you still beg for more. The thought of it makes him dizzy — sends his blood rushing straight to his dick until he's cumming harder than he ever has without you, his sticky mess painting his chest and dribbling down his fist.
Bucky revisits the video three times before he finds the nerve to bring it up to you. Each time he cums before the video finishes.
When he finally does approach you it's late in the evening, both of you crawling into bed after a long day. You're settled down, happily opening your phone for your nightly scroll through social media when Bucky sits up.
"Can I… ask you something?" He says, voice soft. You try to meet his eyes but he won't, instead focusing intently on his fingers.
Your interest is piqued. Bucky is almost never shy like this. "You know you can. Anything."
"Okay," he pauses, taking a steadying breath. "I wanted— Shit. I just— I saw this video," Bucky mumbles the last part. You look over at him and he's blushing. Bucky is blushing. "This guy. He— Can't I just show you? Please doll don't make me say it."
A part of you likes seeming him so shy, letting his hair fall forward to cover his face, sneaking sidelong glances. You prop yourself up on an elbow and brush his hair back. "Just tell me baby. It can't be that bad."
Bucky groans, throwing himself back onto the bed and covering his face with his hands. His voice is muffled when he finally says it. "Okay. Okay. The video— it— the guy peed in her during… ya know. And I know it's weird but fuck I can't stop thinking about it and I want to try it. With you."
You're not sure if it's shock or arousal that has you speechless. The guy peed in her. Bucky wants to— Your face heats, and you're silent so long that Bucky finally peeks through his fingers at you and begins to panic at your wide-eyed expression.
Bucky starts to spiral. "I shouldn't have even said anything. Damn it I knew it was weird. I'm so sorry, we can just forget I asked. Please-"
"Okay," you breathe. You don't even remember deciding to speak, but the word comes out anyway. Okay. You'd never even thought about doing anything like what he suggested, but you think you'd do just about anything Bucky asked you too.
He sits back up, staring down at you in wide-eyed disbelief. "Really?"
You nod. "Yes. Yeah let's do it."
The waterproof blanket arrives suspiciously quick. If Bucky wasn't already so nervous, asking you again and again if you were sure, you would have pressed him about when exactly he ordered it. The truth is, you're glad he was overeager. You're as impatient as he is.
The preparation for it wakes something in you that you didn't know existed. You'd be lying if you said watching him chug as much water as he did didn't turn you on. It's the anticipation of it, you tell yourself. It certainly didn't hurt that Bucky was half hard throughout it all. You're choosing to ignore how watching him start to squirm has your panties soaked.
He starts to kiss down your neck and chest, marking a trail down between your legs when you stop him. With a sharp tug to his hair you pull him back up.
"Need you now," you plead.
"Eager, are we?" Bucky teases, a cocky smile directed down at you.
You nudge your leg against him. "Shut up," you say softly, and he chuckles.
Finally he sinks into you and you sigh. The way he stretches you never gets old. You dip your head to suck marks against his neck, leaving marks that you know will disappear before the night is over.
Bucky shudders, thrusting once, twice, before stopping to draw you into a kiss. It's entirely too soft for what 's about to happen, his lips moving sweetly against yours, tongue only just glancing against your bottom lip. You nip his lip and Bucky grins against you.
Slowly, he starts thrusting, looking down to watch where his cock disappears into you. The wet sounds can be heard over your panting breaths, a soft, wet clicking every time he sinks home into you.
"So fucking needy baby. Listen to that. Hear how wet you are? You want this that bad?"
All you can do is nod, breath caught around a moan as he grinds down against you. You spread your legs wider, desperately trying to draw him deeper.
"Beg me for it. C'mon, tell me how bad you want it."
"Bucky!" You whine. "Wanna feel you fill me up, please!"
"With what, baby? Fill you up with what?" Bucky keeps his eyes steady on yours, refusing to let you hide. When he kisses you this time it's filthy, tongue rolling against yours before he pulls away. "Need to hear you say it."
Your face is on fire. You've talked about it, prepared for it, yet saying it aloud still makes your head spin with a mix of arousal and shame. "Wanna feel you fill me up with— want you to piss in me, Bucky, please!"
He answers with a groan and a sharp jerk of his hips. Hearing you say it nearly makes him cum then and there, ruining the night before it even begins. He trembles against you."Say it again," he begs. You can feel his dick throbbing inside you, his arms shake as he holds himself up.
"Want you to let go in me, wanna feel your piss leak out of me," you cry, emboldened by his reaction.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Bucky's hips drive faster, rutting into you like he can't get deep enough, greedy and consuming in how he claws at your back to pull you closer. "Gonna fuck you full of me sweetheart, won't be able to feel anything else."
Finally, Bucky feels his bladder twinge. His thrusts slow until he stops, breath hot against your neck where his head is dipped against you. Bucky tenses with a sharp inhale before he relaxes all at once, a moan sighed against your neck as he lets go inside you.
It hits you with a dizzying rush to the chest. The feeling of him releasing inside you, filling you in a way you don't think you've ever felt, has you pulsing and choking on a moan, mouth hung open and head lolling back. It's hot, scorching, the feeling of his piss as he floods you. It leaks out the sides along his dick and he just keeps going, emptying himself as you
"Holy shit I'm pissing in you. That's so fucking hot oh fuck," he whimpers. Bucky pulls his hips back and his piss rushes out of you. He's still going, stream soaking your lips until he reaches down and directs his it at your clit, panting heavily before he shoves himself back in.
The noises as he starts to fuck you can only be described as obscene. Every time he draws his hips back it gushes out of you with a hiss, squelching as buries himself deep once more.
Eventually the stream stops, and Bucky begins driving into you in earnest. His piss puddles underneath you, his balls splashing into it and slapping against your ass with every thrust. You can hardly catch your breath, rolling your hips up to meet his.
"So fucking wet, fuck. Feel how full you are? You fucking love this, huh? I knew you'd fucking like it, always so needy for me. My cum isn't enough for you, is it? Never is, you always beg for more. Need my piss to fill you up, greedy fucking pussy," Bucky says through clenched teeth.
His words jolt straight to your core. Your legs shake, and before you can warn him you're cumming. You can't think, white light blinding your vision as your pussy pulsates around him. You feel numb, tingly in a way that leaves you aching for more.
Bucky isn't far behind you. His buries himself deep, cumming with a groan as he spills ropes of cum inside you, hips pumping against yours as he tries to push himself deeper. He doesn't think he's ever cum so hard, but the sight of you below him, the mess he made pooling beneath you, has him lost in a haze.
Bucky collapses atop you, both of you sticky and breathless. He tries to kiss you, but you're too boneless for even that. It's a mess of tongue and clinking teeth, panting against each other in an effort to steady your breathing.
A shower will come later. Along with the laundry, and a shy Bucky asking if you're willing to do it again.
With the way you're both shaking, you know it won't be the last time.
Hey can you do one where the reader and Tim is in the middle of having s*x and Tim gets a phone call from his job in metro and he answers the phone while he is still inside of her
Duty Calls
Tim Bradford x reader
Warnings/Tags: 18+, mdni!, smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!)
Word count: tba
Authors Note: Hello love, thanks for the request! Hope you'll like it!
Enjoy!
You flinched, as his phone went off again.
"Maybe you should answer it." you suggested breathlessly, on the verge of a moan. He grumbled something against your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin.
When his phone went silent again, his grip on your hips tightened, his movements becoming faster. You moaned his name, your own grip on him tightening as well.
"Tim." you moaned his name, hips coming up to meet his. "Please, don't sto-" you were cut off when his phone went off again, and he groaned.
His head left the crook of you neck, as he fished for the intruder, his pace never once faltering. He glanced at you, before he pressed the answer button, holding the phone against his ear.
Your eyes went wide and you pushed against him, trying to make him stop. Biting on your lip to hold back a moan, his pace stayed the same, though.
"Yeah?" he spoke into the device, surprisingly calm despite the pleasure coursing through his body with every thrust of his hips. "Sure, when?"
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as he shifted his hips slightly, now hitting that sweet spot of yours that had you see stars with each thrust.
His brows and lips twitched, as he held back a moan of his own, as you clenched around him. "Okay, what will we find there?" he spoke, his other hand tightening its grip around your waist for leverage.
Your hand slipped between your lips, biting down to keep quiet, as a moan rumbled through you.
His lips twitched again, eyes fluttering, as he somehow managed to increase his pace. "Yeah, sure. Send me the location. What about the others?" he spoke, clearing his throat, and your breathing hitched at how close you were.
You tried to hold off on it, as he leaned more forward, elbow propped on the mattress, phone still pressed to his ear. He was so close you could hear his boss.
Head thrown back, your brows knitted in pleasure, biting down on your hand again to stay quiet.
He hummed into the phone, trying desperately to keep his breathing in check, as he felt himself near his climax as well.
"Yeah I- I'll be there." he pressed out, before hanging up, throwing the phone to the side. His now free hand gripped your thigh, moving you against him with every thrust.
"Metro." he breathed out, panting. Your hand slipped from your mouth, making way for a sinful moan, his name on your parted lips.
You nodded, back arching.
"I'm so close!" you breathed out, moaning again. He nodded in return, pace quickening even further. "Me too." he pressed out through clenched teeth, groaning in pleasure. "Me too."
He watched the way your tits bounced, as his phone went off again. Your body chose the exact same moment to let the coil in your belly snap, pleasure coursing through you with a cry of his name.
Your orgasm triggered his own, and he spilled himself into you, moaning and groaning your name, riding you through it, before he stilled.
Panting, your head fell back into the pillows, as his phone went silent again.
"I'm gonna have to go now." Tim breathed out, trying to catch his own breath. You nodded, as your own phone went off.
I need to vent because it’s eating away at me. My coworker who’s new, she’s a lovely lady, but she keeps talking about me like I’m dirty? My outfits? If they aren’t up to her standards it isn’t good. If I do dress up nice, it’s, you didn’t do your hair or your makeup. Or if I do all three it’s, I can see you have cat hair on your pants… yesterday, I was talking about a tooth ache from a root canal I had, and she said “do you brush your teeth everyday or only when you remember” I said, everyday. She then made the expression of “do you really?”… I cannot win. Or the other week I was eating zucchini, mushrooms and a sausage, and she commented on my processed food..
Im also disabled, and I walk with a severe limp and cane… and I had asked her if maybe I could take majority of the phone calls because walking is sometimes hard, and she said, and I quote “you’ll need to get over it, who cares what people think…” because I said that and how I also don’t love walking In front of people. My boss said it would be fine, especially when I said “I know it’s not possible I can only do calls, and I will take in person, I’d just rather take phones for the majority, but when needed I’ll take in person.” And I was proven corrected because on Thursday, some old man said to me “I have a cattle dart, I can take you out back and shoot ya…” hello? Why would you say that to me. That’s exactly why I don’t like walking infront of people. If I said that to a disabled client I’d be fired. But I’m forced to just laugh it off. I can’t win. In any way.
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