↝🌸 pairing: Recom!Quaritch x Fem!Human!Reader
↝🌸 warnings: dubious consent (until the end), unedited, mentions of rough sex, p in v, recom!miles deserves its own warning lol
↝🌸 notes: This is unedited random stuff in my drafts, I feel really bad about not getting stuff out. Sorry it is short, I will try to get more stuff out. The chronic part of chronic illness is killer. Love y’all bunches 🤍🍯
I don’t really like Miles Quaritch but
Recom Miles Quaritch is feral for human women after changing into his new Avatar body. He probably tries getting off with his fellow recombinant women, but he thinks they just don’t feel the same. He definitely craves the softness of human women, the delicate curves and supple skin. He definitely prefers their rounded breasts, nipples pink and pert and filling his hands.
Recom Miles Quaritch definitely follows you, one of the only human women who has expressed interest in the recoms, around the compound, whole time thinkin’ you don’t notice his hulking blue form around every corner.
Recom Miles Quaritch who scents you when you walk past, greedy eyes following the sway of your hips with each step in the pretty heels you always wear. Recom Miles Quaritch definitely touches himself thinking about you in just those heels, the little red soles thrown behind his pointed ears as he gets to finally sate his craving.
Recom Miles Quaritch who gets hard just from hearing your voice. He hears you mumble, “Yes, Please,” to the line server at dinner one night and has to leave hungry because of the rising need.
Recom Miles Quaritch who can’t stop imagining sinking his new and improved canine teeth into the soft, supple flesh of your ass. Who imagines leaving little purple marks and red splotches on two rounded cheeks.
Recom Miles Quaritch who can’t stay away, who sneaks into your room at the Hell’s Gate barracks and waits, like a predator stalking prey, for you to get home from work. Recom Miles Quaritch who waits till you enter the kitchen to jump, to press your full chest to the cold metal of the kitchen counter top, maneuvering your hands above your head.
Recom Miles Quaritch who pulls your hear, who moans against the shell of your ear as you gasp underneath his heavy weight.
“Fuck, I can’t help it baby, been craving ya’ all day.”
Recom Miles Quaritch who can’t take you slowly, who barely eases his swollen head into your cunt before slamming home with a satisfied grunt. Recom Miles Quaritch who ruts like an animal, who isn’t in control of his baser, alien instincts yet. He doesn’t slow for your benefit, doesn’t slow to account for new size and your much, much smaller one.
Recom Miles Quaritch who swallows your moans, who slots his mouth over yours to quiet your cries as he claims you in the middle of your own barracks. Recom Miles Quaritch who craves the soft “unh, unh” sound you make with each thrust home.
Recom Miles Quaritch who comes fast, whose new body doesn’t have the experience his consciousness does. Like a school boy, Recom Miles Quaritch comes before he’s ready, with a pained grunt and warm seed heating your belly, spilling out from you around his length and pooling on the counter below.
Recom Miles Quaritch who cleans you up after, but of course has to use his mouth. Who needs a wash cloth when he can just slide his tongue in between your puffy folds, sucking at that little bundle until you’re grasping at him, eyes rolled back in your head and begging him to let you finish.
Recom Miles Quaritch who makes you come with his mouth than once before he really cleans you up. He might be an asshole, but he never leaves a woman unsatisfied.
Recom Miles Quaritch who secretly likes cuddles after sex, who drags you to his bed and holds you hostage until you convince him to shower.
Recom Miles Quaritch who always checks your color, who never lets you pass yellow and whispers soft words to you the rest of the night.
