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it was an accident: part 2

Part 1

Requests Closed!!

mdni.

warnings: agedup!Neteyam, fingering, hair pulling (keepin w da themeee), teasing :/

There was a very obvious, suggestive smile on Neteyam's pretty lips. His body caged you against the tree, and made his stance known after harshly pinning you against the bark with a single hand over your wrists. But he let go, trusting you would resist and wanted to indulge as much as you. Next thing you knew, his nails dusted your scalp and gathered a handful of your hair. Before he even tugged in the slightest, an anticipatory whimper ticked your throat, and made his brow quirk.

"Already so noisy." He chuckled, flicking his steadily growing pupils at you sarcastically.

Between you were a few unimportant inches, because you could feel each other's warm breath on your lips, noses bumping together. Your breath lodged in your constricting throat at the sensation of Neteyam's steamy palm merely resting on your hip bone. A portion of your body that didn't know could be that alive nearly burst into passionate flames.

"Okay?" Neteyam's voice was barely anything, you had to read his lips. In response you dipped your head affirmatively. "Okay." He murmured.

You expected his lips to reach yours slower - but you were foolish to think this considering the minuscule space floating between you to begin with. Nonetheless, the softness of his lips surprised you; eye opening as they say. A deeply satisfied hum reverberated against your lips, even your chest as Neteyam's warrior-like pecs bumped against your petite boobs. Your limbs felt like they were melting into the ground, your eye lids following suit and darkening your world so all you could perceive were fireworks.

Taking some initiative, you tossed your arms around Neteyam's taller stature, almost on your tippy toes to reach his towering height. In a natural succession your chests fully collided, followed by your torsos and hips. Collectively your temperatures were skyrocketing. Particularly the fire crackling in your pelvis.

Another hum tickled your lips, and you reciprocated your desire with your own hum, even allowing his tongue to bypass into your mouth. This unlocked a new sensation - something more slippery and warm, mimicking your center. As Neteyam's tongue swiped and swirled with yours, reaching new depths, your thighs squished together to sadly alleviate the lust flourishing for Neteyam.

Without glancing down or separating any section of your bodies, his fiery palm slithered slyly lower on your body. He shifted slightly, and his digits were breaching your loincloth. With consideration for you, he paused just before experimenting with his fingers and your loins, and when you didn't stop richly kissing him, he took it upon himself to dive deeper.

As he dipped into your syrupy pool of pleasure, the forgotten bundled hair was held tighter. There was a mild sting - nothing like before- it seemed now he was inclined to ease you into things. No matter the extent, you were producing whimpers for him. Particularly when he traced your essence toward your touch deprived and eager clit. The combination of textures was lux in an erotic way: his roughed up finger pads, and your slippery, soft slick working in unison to press against your bud. With that came a firmer hold on your hair.

Every time you couldn't control your yelps and moans, Neteyam darted his tongue past your lips, like he could gain greater access to your pleasure if he kissed you deeper. There wasn't a single aspect of him you wouldn't object to in that moment. Certainly not his lengthy fingers caressing semi-circles into your grateful nub.

Sending back the love he offered your lips was growing admittedly difficult. You wanted to let your jaw hang loosely so you could let him hear how fantastic he made you feel. For now you accepted his sloppy kisses and carving your nails into his shoulders and sturdy upper back. Neteyam didn't hesitate to tug your locks when your nails dug a little too deep into his azul skin. This only exacerbated your haphazard kissing.

But Neteyam wasn't completely numbed by pleasure like you, he could tell your laborious panting and weak attempts to return his embrace was telling of your climax. If it wasn't that, he had yanked your hair expertly - which he wasn't confident was the case, only a factor. It became clearer to him what was to come when your feeble knees and thighs began to rub and press together. He added a third finger to his efforts, then lead your strands in a different direction. Now, he just wanted to hear you.

His eyes studied you: puffy, wet lips, half-lidded eyes, slack jaw. The motion of him biting down on his lip was involuntary, but a perfect reaction to your indecent expression. Even more so when you'd struggle to mewl due to his lethal grip on your hair.

"Talk to me Y/n. Getting close?" Neteyam purred, clearly struggling against the desire to lick along your feminine neck.

Swallowing thickly, you coated your throat enough to mutter to him, "Y-yes. Very clo-ose uuuhaaa..."

As your orgasm began it's ferocious reign over your body, a few warning rolls of your hips were all you could offer Neteyam. Just as your climax shot up your spine and burst beneath your belly button, the one responsible heaved your hair and kept it steady with an unbreakable grasp. The painfully blissful bite taking your scalp by storm collided with the potent satisfaction stemming from between your hips, birthing a new kind of pleasure that had total control over your nervous system. Neteyam had to (or wanted to) use his fit torso and pinned you against the bark once more, fearful you'd collapse to your knees.

Neteyam wanted to know what noises you could make - so you fucking showed him. Gasping, whining, reeling, sobbing, screaming. You gave him a five course meal of noises for him to enjoy and lick his fingers over. Nothing short of outstanding and scrumptious.

And even though your eyes were mostly squeezed shut, you could feel his animalistic eyes boring into your skin. You knew his ears were flat against his neat braids and his jaw was hung in amazement, the corner of his abused lips curled upward proudly.

"Well-!" Neteyam huffed, completely awestruck. He didn't know he'd get a show quite like this.

However, soon enough it had to come to an end. His rushed fingers tending to your clit eventually became far too much for you to handle, and your body began to jerk and tremble because of it. A hand that had rooted into Neteyam's back left to smack away his fingers as you sputtered about it being, 'too mu-uch.'

Respectfully, his hands retreated from your swollen bud and tender strands. You gasped and huffed each other's air, chuckling when Neteyam sucked his fingers like he had just enjoyed a delectable dessert.

"Sweet. I like it." He winked, way too full of himself.

You groaned and let your eyes roll, trying to fix your hair and adjust your garments to their original state. One of his hands stuck out before him and kept you from exiting, propping himself against the tree. His other hand took to his jutted, sassy hip.

"For the record, you are very hard to track. But not so hard to finish off. Yeah?" A hearty laugh followed your annoyed sigh.

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gooppoo · 1 year

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Can u do another dads mean bsf for Jake sully x reader? :)

yes! pt 2 comin' right up ;)

Part 1

Daddy's best friend: Part 2.

Requests Closed!!

mdni.

warnings: age gap, use of "daddy," p in v, pussy spanking, creampie, nicknames

Those words. He said them so effortlessly. Knowing he had said them before in a much different context had opened a peculiar Pandora's box in your mind, revealing a confusing, yet thrilling disgust you had for Jake.

"Let's see what we're working with."

He detached his busy lips from your chest and settled before your knees. Here, he placed both his aged palms on your joints and slowly spread apart your limbs, an egotistical gaze studying your body. Once your legs were separated, he did away with your loincloth and beheld you. In that same instant, his pupils inflated, and a glimmer of primal yearning reflected his dark eyes. A twinge of fear rippled down your spine, then another sensation rippled up your spine when cool air passed by your steamy cunt. Instinctually, you wanted to snap your legs shut to preserve heat, but Jake wouldn't accept any part of that. Fear once again shot through your body when his dark eyes darted to your meek expression.

"Let me tell you how this is gonna work. You're going to take what I give to you, and don't even think about fighting against it, because you're not gonna win." A crocodile grin crawled along his lips, and his frozen fingers swept some hair from your pretty, terrified face, "You can do that, can't cha?"

If doing what he asked meant him finally paying attention to your clit and stuffing you full, then you'd do anything.

"Yes, yes I can." You squeaked, letting your doe-ish eyes speak for themselves.

"Outstanding." Jake smiled, malicious intent laced in all aspects of his being.

With his hands back on the task as hand, and caressing your thighs as a snail-like pace, he stated, "Mm, let's get started."

In anticipation, you squirmed and bit your lip to suppress your anxious squeal. For a better view you propped yourself on your elbows, carefully observing Jake's every move, watching his expression flicker from lust to malice. Just seeing him tease the idea of running his fingers through your slippery cunt was exhilarating in of itself.

Expertly, two digits started at your desirous entrance to gather your sap and spread its sweet warmth all the way to your obvious, starved clit. When the pads of his fingers finally dusted over your tender bud, an uncontrollable wail tore through your lips, like a wounded animal.

Jake's jaw clenched and his dangerous glare narrowed at you. Before you could process this daunting stare, a wet slap broke through the air, followed by a cry and a low whimper. Your cunt was stinging with longing and the remnants of Jake's stern palm.

"Keep your mouth shut. Don't want to hear that kind of shit again."

This was partially a lie, because Jake loved hearing you turn into a whining slut, but with you both in the open, the risk wasn't worth the reward.

Already defeated, you surrendered to the soil and cupped one palm over your mouth. When Jake's fingers returned to your clit, your pleasure was barely muffled, but your options right now were limited.

Jake's experience began to shine. When he was a human, all he had were his fingers and his tongue to really prove himself. Needless to say, he had plenty of practice pressing patterns into puffy, slick clits. Cute little circles and shapes that made women, much like you, scream into their hands and try to snap their legs shut because the rich bliss that left their center's dripping was fucking otherworldly.

There was a change in pace when Jake's fingers were replaced by his thumb and one of his fingers experimented at your restricting core. You were a fucking sopping mess below the hips, and that was made evident when Jake's long, middle finger slipped right into you, making your dopey eyes snap open and a gasp tighten in your throat.

"Hey-" he smacked your hot cunt "I said keep it down."

You doubled the force over your mouth and breathed laboriously through your nose. A gasp surprised your system again when Jake's finger slithered back into and his thumb pressed back onto your clit.

You noted the thoughtful dip of Jake's brow, growing dreadfully curious when he grumbled, "Fuck it." Another finger plunged into you, which meant you groaned against your layered palms.

"Like butter baby, like goddamn butter." Jake growled with a smile.

Within, Jake's fingers curled to prod at a textured section that made you yelp. It didn't hurt - quite the opposite - the combination of his circling thumb and curling digits would quickly make you a poor excuse for a being.

A scandalous, wet sloshing occupied both your ears and anything listening nearby. Jake's wrist worked at an impressive rate to hook his fingers against you and stimulate your nearly satisfied clit. He knew how intensive he needed to be in order to achieve a solid orgasm from you, so he wouldn't dare to let the burning in his forearm deprive you of that.

All the while, his other hand was working to keep your legs separated so your scent could keep wafting past his animalistic nose and flaring his pupils, sending more rushes of blood to his growing groin. The proud smile on his face was nothing less than icky, but it only fanned the flame quickly multiplying inside you. Your throat and lungs burned from sucking in inadequate breaths through your palms, while the space between your hips was spiking in temperature. It were as if someone poured warm honey all over your cunt, and it seeped into your nervous system, turning your brain into an incompetent mush.

"I know your close pretty girl, can feel ya," Jake chuckled dryly, wicked eyes locked on your expression, "c'mon, cum for daddy's best friend, fucking do it."

His last few words were grit through his teeth so he could focus his efforts on moving his fingers at an ungodly pace. There was the undistinguishable scent of sex already lingering in the air, paired with your breathlessness and Jake's hand producing ridiculously pornographic sounds with your cunt, there was no doubt you'd be cumming for daddy's best friend.

The build up was gradual, until it wasn't, because it was then an incomprehensible orgasm forcing your spine to contort into an upside down 'U' and your finger nails accumulate a thick layer of soil beneath them.

"Yeah, that's right. Fuckin' clamp down on me-" growled Jake, wishing he had multiple sets of eyes to watch all aspects of you succumb to Jake's wondrous fingers.

He knew to ease you down from your climax once your legs quivered and stopped resisting his efforts to keep them pried open. A few more strokes of his fingers and unintelligible shapes traced onto your clit, and you'd be back on Pandora - for the most part.

One of your arms had taken to the ground below, the other on your chest to check for your heart, because you swore it had broken through your ribs and right from your chest. All the sensations crashing into one another below your belly button were colliding with their own level of potency that it seemed to numb your senses. Yet, you knew if Jake were to return, you'd perk up and cry, every nerve lit aflame.

To combat this slightly, Jake worked his diligent fingers into your thighs and hips, feeling out all the tense muscles until they were just handfuls of delightful plush for him to grapple. It was time for him to feel this pussy for himself.

"How you holding up princess?" Sniffling, you hummed affirmatively, so faint he easily could've missed it, "Good, you handled that great. Now..." there was some unintelligible shuffling, "let's see if you can make daddy feel that good. How's that sound?"

At the beginning, that idea would've had you foaming at the mouth. As of now, it made you drool, because that's all you could really do, besides hum pitifully.

"Sounds good baby, you let me know if it's too much. 'Kay?" After that he mumbled a few more encouraging words to himself, and more provocative words to your nearly spent cunt.

You knew Jake's cock had to be unreasonably ginormous. Most definitely bigger than his two measly finger. But not so big that when it filled you to his base, there was a sizeable outline of him on your lower stomach with his tip brushing against your delicate cervix. In that moment, you wished you had more than grass to grasp onto, more than your lip to bite down on and sob against. The stretch was beyond anything you imagined, but easily slid into place on account of your proper prep and the orgasm that still left most of your senses out of commission.

"Mm...I don't know how much longer I can be nice to you doll, you're turning me into an animal, you know that?" Stupidly slow, he slid his inches out of you, sighing the entire way, "Tuh - you don't know anything. All you know is daddy's mean friend has his fuckin' dick stuffed up to your throat. And you love it." His hips snapped back against yours in one motion making you almost scream, "Oh yeah...you love it."

A few more times he repeated his motions; leisurely pulling out of you, only to piston his cock back into you in half a second. He did this until a natural pattern emerged that was more uniform and fluid. There was a rolling motion to his hips (something you didn't expect from someone his age) that had him crossing paths with your abused g-spot and coating his base with your slick. Most of your muscles were spent, so everything Jake had in store for you, was inarguable. Not that you'd want to challenge it anyway, because his strategy was unforgettable. There was no possible way anyone your age from the clan would stuff you this well, and make it this yummy.

Jake grunted, "Damnit - how are you this, fuckin', tight!" Where he swore and grumbled, you whined and moaned. It didn't take long for another variation of pornographic song to occupy your area.

The marine's hips slapped against your soft inner thighs as his cock was shoved into you. Though you were thoroughly warmed up to him, each stroke was still a small battle because of how constricting you were around him - so both of you sighed at his fill.

You assumed Jake was growing close when he shifted your waist up and inch or so with his authoritative hands, then propped his leg next to your waist. This allowed him to jut into you at a heightened angle, meaning your g-spot would continue to be teased - and a faster pace.

A faster pace indeed, "G-gonna cum!" Jake struggled to mutter, seconds after his jaw dropped and his groin began to falter.

There was a peculiar twitch and jerk of his cock within you, insanely followed by what you knew was his cum frosting your slippery walls. So much cum, in fact, you felt it spill out of your tightly stuffed cunt and down your backside. Jake's fingers had an unbreakable hold on your pelvis and was able to manage a few more thrusts before letting the rest of his seed dribble from you.

"Christ kid - got me makin' a mess." He panted, squeezing his eyes shut, and reopening them when he needed fresh air.

You wet your lips, fighting to keep yourself upright and catch of glimpse of Jake pull from your aching center. He didn't exaggerate when he said there was a mess. Between your cum mixed together and dripping and leaking and sticking to what felt like everywhere, you both had some cleaning up to do.

Jake slumped back on his heels and tried to tuck himself away, "Alright..." there was a new expression deep within his gaze, something that wasn't threatening or evil, "Should probably get this all taken care of."

Reassuringly he patted your thigh, then helped you upward. Hopefully this wouldn't be the last time Jake was teaching you to hunt.

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gooppoo · 1 year

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BUT I CANT SLEEP ENOUGH WITHOUT YOU AND I CANT EAT ENOUGH WITHOUT YOU

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gooppoo · 1 year

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hi this is BRAINROT. in case you confuse it with a request, is pure concept dump and i wanted to share it with you.

imagine subby jake with reader and he is SO sensitive. like he just starts whining and being so NEEDY, like he is BEGGING for us to fuck him

- 💮 anon

fucking love.

I don't think you understand.

Requests Closed!!

mdni.

warnings: subby!Jake :) he's just being a little baby omg, you're kinda being a top ;), teasing, p in v, creampie

More and more he reminded you of a toddler.

All morning he followed you around, his hands grabbing at your body to pull you close to him. The afternoon was much of the same, this time he managed to get close enough to start whispering unspeakable things into your ear. Finally, he spent the evening practically on his knees.

Now, he had himself pressed against your backside as you prepared some items for tomorrows daily tasks. He was unmistakeable hard, and from the way it was twitching and the damp spot on his loincloth caressing your skin, you knew it was painful. On you shoulder, he rested his cheek, pleading with his life. His palms kneaded at your waist and even reached for your wrists at times.

"God baby, what else do I need to say? Please, just give me five minutes. I just want you to touch me for five minutes." There was a peculiar hiccup to his tone. Was that a tear trickling onto your shoulder?

When he sniffled, your heart dropped, "Fuck, I'm a goddamn mess. Please hon, jus'...ngh-" you had shifted against him and that was enough friction for him to tense "-c'mon, I'm already so close, jus' want you on my lap." He finished off with a few pathetic sobs.

Truthfully, you didn't think he'd take it this far. Jake normally had much more composure and dignity. Perhaps this was a side of him that was deeply buried. The part that was pawing at your arms and crying on your shoulder to make him cum.

"I-I've been behaved, ya know? Not pickin' fights, doing my duties, treating you good." You rolled your eyes, how could he get anymore pitiful? "Havent I been good? Baby, please, please fucking please!"

Now he was just plain crying. He had himself pressed against you so tightly that any minuscule movement made by your body had him yelping. At first, there was a particular kind of guilt that rung in your chest. You wouldn't like to be denied like this, for this long. But seeing him get so worked up that he was practically rutting against your back was downright annoying.

"Alright!" You huffed, "Enough, get a grip." Gently, you wriggled from his desperate grapple, and had him seated on the ground.

"Yes! Oh god thank you." His eyes already rolling back into his head at the thought.

You clicked your tongue, "I said pull yourself together." Your eyes shifted down to his loincloth, and you began to shimmy it out of the way, "Look at this Jake," you scolded.

He clenched his jaw, his brows dipping in an embarrassed manner, "I know babe, it's bad. I can't help it, you're too fuckin' hot and I turn into a goddamn animal."

At least he was self aware. The least you could offer him was what he wanted. For a moment, you genuinely worried about hurting him, denying him this long.

With a loving hand on his thigh, you indulged, "What do you want?"

"You!" he whined, "Anything, fuckin' anything."

"Be specific Jake."

Considering your words carefully, he chewed his lip, then babbled out, "Please ride me baby."

A faint grin painted your lips, "Sure Jake."

Staring off, you let your hands explore his twitching thighs, purposefully dancing around his impressive length. Every time you neared the area he cried for you to give attention, he'd rut into the air, and sigh out a few more pleads. Each beg and whimper of your name helped your own ache accumulate beneath your naval. Knowing he was yours to tease and tamper with had your mind fogged over with an incredible ego. You knew the way to hear him weep again was to sink yourself onto him.

So, you shifted onto his reliable lap, flicking away his excited hands. With two fingers, you woke up your center, spending a few moments at your clit and smearing your slick onto both of you. When your hand haphazardly pumped against Jake to lubricate him, his back collapsed against the ground, garbling out jumbled nothings.

"I hope you're ready." You warned him, hoping to penetrate his daze as you penetrated yourself with him.

He didn't reply with confirmation, only groaned lowly and richly as you enveloped him. With each inch that entered, you felt the way his blood pumped angrily and thought of how much self control he struggled for in that moment. He had been stiff for hours, too many hours, so how he wasn't finishing in you that moment was commendable.

You had to applaud him when your hips were flush, "Wow...so so good. Mm! Want me to move, my good boy?"

A sudden gasp for life snapped his eyes open at you. Had you struck or strummed a chord within him? His expression was almost readable.

Tentatively, his hands settled on your hips, the tiniest curve upward of hips lips teasing the idea of a smile, "Please."

You leaned down slowly, holding his enamored stare as you approached his expression, "Of course baby." You purred, taking his lips onto yours.

After gingerly pulling away, you used your strength to lift off his groin and slide back down again. Still, he wasn't finishing, but his nails digging into your sides said otherwise. You wondered if your slower pace was more agonizing than a steady rhythm. Either way, Jake would still be fighting to spit up fragments of sentences through his numbed mind. Most of what he coughed up was choked up moans that offered you motivation to keep at what was doing just the trick for both of you.

You knew both your hearts were working overtime. Blood rushed rapidly through your body, and Jake's blood was pumping furiously in you. Sometimes it was hard to decipher his nearing orgasm twitches, or how sensitive he had made himself.

Each time your pelvis met his again, he would mewl or sigh. These sounds weren't entirely foreign to you, but the frequencies of them was. It was like clock work he would sputter out a pleased confirmation, all of them making you hotter and hotter.

"Love hearing you like this Jake." You grit, finding the might to pick up your pace, and his moans became more jumbled.

"Ohhh, feels fuckin' amazing." Jake groans, barely coherent. Amazing was right.

To add a special spice, you rolled your hips in varying directions and watched as his composure completely crumbled into a fine dust. This seemed to trigger more tears from Jake.

"Is everything okay?" You let your hips slow and you wiped away his tears,

He was pathetically gasping for air, "C-can I cum? So good." Some more tears spilled over.

You had been in this position before. Tears rolling down your cheeks because Jake had fucked you like an expert. Sometimes, it is so good all you can do is tear up.

"'Course baby."

With a reassuring kiss placed on his sad, puffy lips, you returned to rhythmically maneuvering your hips. Though it would normally haunt you to see Jake in tears, you found his tears here and now to be so sexy.

A few more salty droplets were squeezed from his tightly closed eyes as he cried out. "Thank you, thank you..." he chanted mindlessly. A few pathetic thrusts of his hips meant his cum would soon be dripping out of both of you.

It was like Jake had crossed the finish line when he released. All day he had worked toward this moment, and now that it was here he was absolutely euphoric. He let his body do what felt best so he could milk every sensation you pulled from him. The amount of cum spurting into you was almost alarming, especially when Jake starting writhing beneath you and dragging his deeply embedded nails down your sides.

"Fu-u-uck!" Jake sobbed, his chest hiccuping with each syllable.

But you continued. Why would you stop now? Though all the signs pointed to him maybe being in pain, you knew this was the only way to heal him.

He was right. He had been behaving. Even when he was sobbing for you, he treated you right.

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