#daddy jake sully

[jakexneytiri]

the exact moment jake realized he’s a girl dad

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[honey-on-your-tongue]

human!reader calling jake daddy everywhere😫😳

JAKE IS JUST SO DADDY OMFGGG

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“Daddy.”

The first time you said it, Jake paused. You called him Daddy. And the things that did to him.

He hadn't slept that first night, his hand fisted around his thick cock as he replayed the way you'd said that word over and over again. He groaned at the mere thought of what you'd look like riding his cock, your pretty eyes wet with tears of pleasure, the word Daddy leaving you in moans as he fucked you dumb...

He'd encouraged you to use the nickname. So now you do just that. All. The. Time.

“Daddy,” you say as Jake walks around the lab, playing with a few of the chem kits, “pass me that jar.”

You motion to a jar full of some kind of plant and he grabs it. He walks to you, holding the item out to you. But just as you're about to reach for it, he raises it above your head. Way above.

You pout a little, giving him a look. “Daddy,” you whine in complaint. “I need the samples.”

“You didn't say please, baby,” he teases, grinning as his hand trails down your spine. “Ask nicely.”

“Please, give me the jar,” you say, staring up at him.

He grins, leaning towards you. He kisses your forehead softly, your scent invading his senses. He hands you the jar, his heart fluttering as you smile softly.

While you turn to your work, he moves to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Daddy,” you say softly, giggling as you lean back into his embrace.

It's a sweet moment at first. But it's quick to transform.

Jake is obsessed with you. With how much smaller you are, how strong he is compared to you. How you're everything that reminds him of Earth while also being part of his new life. The sensation of you in his arms, this pretty little thing he can toss around so easily, always turns him on.

He thinks about grabbing you and just bending you over the lab table you're working on, but he knows your research is important to you.

So, he asks, “Does this need to be timed?”

“What? This?” You hold up the vial where you're measuring one component or another.

“Yeah,” he says, kissing your cheek gently.

“No. Why do you ask?”

“Because...,” he whispers, moving a little so his hardening cock presses against your back. Your breath hitches, he hears it.

He can't wait to hear you cry out his name.

His hands move down to your hips, gently massaging your delicate skin. “Is that a yes, baby?” he asks lowly.

You turn around to face him, those big doe eyes so fucking pretty...

You nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

You—sweet, young, tiny little thing—are giving him permission to do whatever he wants to you. And he won't waste the opportunity.

He grins. “That's my good babygirl.”

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I think I kinda got off-track??? This was supposed to be a daddy fic and ended up being something else 😭😭

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‿୨♡ Ｄａｄｄｙ＇ｓ Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ ♡୧‿

Warnings/ content:// p in v, daddy kink, age gap, pregnancy kink, heats, fingering, oral - female receiving, pet names, slight orgasm denial, queue pulling

Characters:// Jake x Na’vi reader

Word count // 1,785

You have always been daddy’s little princess. Covered in cum and and sweat, with slick wetness pooling down from between your thick thighs, you were the sight of pure pretty perfection in his eyes.

Even more so, when he imagined you swollen with his child, belly full and rounded. Fuck, he wanted to see you pregnant more than anything in this world.

Unfortunately, between your numerous duties as the teacher and mentor of future hunters and warriors and his duties as the olo’eyktan of the clan, neither of you have had the time to just sit and talk over the possibility of a future baby. And he wasn’t one to do as he pleased when it came to your body in the long run.

So you both waited, dancing around your heats, staying apart until the last of the effects had subsided and you were in the safe zone again.

He always made it up to you; fucking you dumb all night long for multiple nights straight afterwards, but it was getting to be almost not worth it.

Your heats were horrible, hazy but full of fucking yourself with your own fingers buried knuckle-deep inside of your pussy while thinking about your daddy and how much better he could fill you.

Choking on sobs, covered in sweat, you trembled on your mat, thighs spread apart while fingers bobbed in and out of your heat, squelches sounding as your fingers moved within your soaked cunt. And all you could do was yearn for daddy, wishing he’d come and help you.

Your ears perked to the sound of footsteps, your fingers halting in their thrusts, and you wait, body trembling on the mat, tail slowly slipping back and forth on your bedding.

“Kid? I know we agreed to wait till after yer heats and everythin’…. But I-“

He didn’t even get the chance to finish before you were pulling him into your alcove, pressing your lips tightly against his, hands sliding up to wrap around his shoulders while you began to grind your cunt against his clothed cock.

“Daddy,” you whine out, panting softly at the friction you’re giving yourself and, judging by the growing stiffness against your wet folds, Jake’s just barely keeping himself restrained.

“If you do this, we’ll have a baby coming. Are you sure you wanna do this?”

His voice is paper-thin, stiff and a little jostled.

“Wanna have your baby, daddy. Please?”

“You’d look pretty with daddy’s baby, yeah? My pretty little princess, full with my baby.”

His voice was soft, gentle purr, his fingers sliding down to cup your ass, digging in to the soft flesh of your cheeks to leave little crescent shape moons in your skin.

You can’t speak, too focused on the firey-hot heat burning in your core as his breath ghosted your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Answer me,” he growled out softly and you nod.

“Y-yes, daddy.”

He didn't waste anymore time, pressing you flat against the mat beneath you, his body wedged in between your thighs, palms planted on either side of your head. His lips met yours, crashing into a heated kiss full of desire and love, sending sparks of heat spiraling down your body, adding to the mounting heat in your body.

At some point between laying you down and climbing on top, he’d discarded his loincloth, his cock resting against your bare belly as he kissed you, and you slid your hand down, wrapping your fingers around his thick girth, bobbing your hand up and down, pulling soft moans from his mouth.

“Fuck, baby girl. H-hold on,” he panted, reaching down and removing your hand, causing you to whine out in frustration.

“Watch it,” he warned, throwing you a sharp look. “Don’t be a brat.”

He knew you couldn’t help it, knew that you were just so eager to have him in you, judgement clouded by your heat and sexual desires, but you were still expected to behave. And you’d have to if you were going to get what you wanted.

Jake sat back, taking in your flushed appearance, skin prickling with sweat, eyes lidded with desire and mouth open as you panted softly. Your legs were spread wide, folds glistening with slick, and your thighs were already sticky with your own fluids.

“Jesus, princess. Lookin’ so good, aren’t you? Daddy’s gonna fuck you so good, isn’t he?” he murmured and you nod eagerly, like a bobble-head toy, bouncing around excitedly.

“Good girl.”

He dropped down between your thighs, tongue flicking out to lick up the sweet juices soaking your heat, and you jump, moaning softly at the sudden jolt of pleasure spiking through you.

“D-daddy,” you groan out, whining and gasping as his tongue slips in between your folds, lapping at your pussy, savoring the flavor of yours, his fingers coming down to rub shapes into your clit. All you could do was hold on for the ride, wriggling and moaning, gasping out cuss words and pleas for “more”.

As you felt your orgasm approaching, he pulled his face back, lips covered in your slick, and switched places with his fingers, latching onto your clit, tongue swirling around the nub as his fingers thrusted into you, providing a better stretch than what your own could do. He could feel your walls twitching around his fingers, a sign of your approaching orgasm, and that seemed to fuel his efforts further, thrusting and sucking mixing into a delicious mixture that sent you quickly over the edge of your climax, crying out as your back arched.

His fingers continued to thrust into you as you rode out the waves of intense ecstasy, leaving you a panting mess on the floor, but it was pretty clear by the way he moved around, pale blue mushroom-shaped head of his dick slipping in between your soaked folds, that he wasn’t done with you yet.

“Ready, baby girl?” he murmured softly, gaze flicking up to meet yours, and you nod, swallowing back the lump that had woven its way into the middle of your throat. With a hand on his dick to guide himself, he slid into your “properly prepared” warmth, sinking in until his waist met the backs of your thighs, buried deep inside of you.

He groaned softly as your walls squeezed around him, taking him in eagerly. The feeling of his thick girth, stretching you to delicious lengths, feeling him move inside of you, before dragging it out slowly, you can’t help but whine at the loss as he slid out, your legs wrapping around his hips to pull him back in.

He swatted your thigh sharply, startling you out of your pleasure-filled haze, his golden orbs meeting yours with a warning. In response, you pucker your lip, tears stinging in the corner of your eyes.

“Fine. You wanna be a brat? Then be a brat,” he grunted as he pulled out, flipping you over onto your stomach, face pressed into the woven mat beneath you. He plunged back into you without a warning, sending sparks of electricity through your body, your toes curling as he settled into a fast, sharp pace, pounding you into the ground. You could barely think, could barely make a sound, gasping and crying out as his tip slammed against your g-spot repeatedly, no mercy for your body within sight. Not that you wanted any mercy.

You could already feel the orgasm building up inside of you again, like a coil in your belly, tightening and tensing up, preparing to snap, but then Jake stopped, buried deep inside of your weeping cunt, his hand grabbing your queue and pulling it to force your head up, neck arching uncomfortably.

“No. Wait until after I’ve cummed. You’ve been a naughty girl,” he hissed softly into your ear as he pulled himself closer to your face, forcing himself deeper inside of you. You whine out, frustration building up inside of you. You open your mouth to protest but the words were immediately stolen away as he went back to pounding you into the ground, hand still wrapped tightly around your queue, holding your head back.

His fingers squeezed your ass, digging his nails into the plump skin, before wrapping around the base of your tail, pulling on it as he moved.

You listen, feeling the breath punched out of you with each thrust, as he grunted softly, the snap of his hips against your ass so hard and loud that you’re sure you won’t be able to sit for the next couple days.

You could feel him dragging inside of you, the coil in your heat burning so hot, tightening up so hard that you’re sure you’ll break if you keep denying your own orgasm.

“P-please, d-daddy,” you sob out, pain and pleasure mixing into your body as you struggled against your own desires.

“Please, what?” he grunted, too focused on the way you wrapped around his cock, taking him in so deliciously.

“N-n-need to cum, daddy. Please?”

“No.”

You could feel yourself fall apart at that word, wiggling and struggling underneath him as you do your best to be a good girl for him. He wanted you to be a mess. He wanted you to turn into a moaning, groaning pile beneath his body. And he was getting what he wanted. His hand moved from your ass, sliding down along your hip to dip in, fingers once again falling to your clit. Another jolt of pleasure and he couldn’t stop the moan as you tightened even more around him.

“Fuck, baby girl. I am never missing one of your heats again.”

His rhythm is becoming jostled, erratic, and you know from experience that it was only a matter of time before he hit his own orgasm. So you do your best to help, leaning your hips back to meet his thrusts, cheek pressed to the mat after he’d released his hold on the long braid of your hair.

Jake lets out a soft groan before slamming into you again, both of you cumming at the same time. He moves slowly, riding out his orgasm as your walls squeeze around him, milking him for his cum.

“Jesus. That was… I don’t think we’ve ever had sex this good before,” he grunted softly, pulling out and guiding you down on the mat, curling around you gently, cradling you close.

“You know daddy loves you, right?”

His voice is soft now, just as gentle as the fingers that brush your braided hair out of your face so that he can see you better. You nod, smiling softly at him.

“Yeah. Daddy’s little princess.”

[luvv4j4ybe11]

one for jake <3

how do you think you'd be with an s/o that is really bossy/demanding or is used to people listening to her and doing wtv she says no hesitation?

Mdni🔞

“Oh, I’d fucking love it. I love watching my girl order people around and be all bossy, sexiest thing ever in my opinion. Makes me wanna listen to whatever you ask of me, but also makes me wanna break that bossy demeanor down. Cause’ I know deep down, you really just wanna be put in your place. Fucked so dumb like the little cock whore you are that all your capable of is only thinking of me? Yeah, I know you do, babygirl. I know how much you think of being stuffed so full of my cock all you can do is just sit there, limp in my arms and let me use my girl however I want to. Fuck, just the thought of you like that has me hard, see what you do to me baby?Now come here and let daddy stuff you full.”

Phew, yes, daddy😩.

[jakexneytiri]

i wanna ride 🤠

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[fl3shm4id3n]

All I want is for Jake Motherfucking Sully to make Love to me, is that so much to ask?

[hidden-snow]

♥ 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 ♥

Happy Valentines Day babes! 🤍 Enjoy!

Summary // You decide to test new things so that Jake's Valentine's Day is so much more special.

Rated // 18+

Warnings // P in V, Fingering, Bondage, Food play

Word count // 2,316

It was the day of love, the one day that Jake had been pretty eager about. Valentine’s Day, he called it. Though the customs of the sky people were still pretty unfamiliar to you, your only desire was to please him and, in doing so, pleasing yourself with his company.

You’d talked to all of his friends, finding the best way to help him enjoy this day of Valentine’s, and you’d gotten a couple ideas of how to surprise him. Your favorite by far was the task of binding him with ribbons that you’d been gathering and making.

You loved the idea of making him plead for your mercy. Just the thought of being in control made you excited. Usually, he was the one to take charge, following your cues to discover what you liked and didn’t. Whereas you were still a puzzle to figure out, he was perfectly clear on his preferences and you were willing to follow your gathered information to leave him begging for more.

When the day of Valentine’s came, you’d requested him to come to your shared alcove, requesting that he let you have your own way this time. Of course, he agreed, and you couldn’t help the shiver of glee that stemmed from deep in your bones.

Now, sitting nearby, preparing all the items you would need to give both of you a good time, you take a moment to eye your handiwork.

He was laying flat on his back, red ribbons wrapped all around him, restraining him from movements. A thick red sash sat wrapped around his eyes, keeping him blind to what you were planning on doing. Ears flicking back and forth, tail quivering in excitement, he was a sight to behold.

You have everything you need and you move back to him, sitting on your knees beside his body.

“Yawne, you must relax and enjoy yourself. After all, this is my gift to you,” you hum as you pull out the sticky sweet juice collected from an utumauti fruit, eyeing his body in front of you. Thankfully, you’d thought ahead, making sure his torsu and belly were left untouched by the ribbons. This would’ve been a mess if you hadn’t done it perfectly.

You dip a small wooden scoop into the bowl of juice, tilting it over his chest while sweeping your arm down, spilling it on his skin. He shivered under the coolness of the juice, ears pricked forward as his nose worked to figure out the sweet aroma.

“What is that?” he asked softly, tilting his head in confusion. You simply smile, humming softly to show him that you weren’t planning on answering him. Instead of pushing, he nibbled on his lip, trying to come up with a reason as to why you were toying with him in such a way. You place the bowl down, sprinkling some awaiei seeds over the sweet sap, smiling at your handiwork. You had plenty of fruits to use, but you always preferred the mixture of the sap and seeds over anything else you had collected.

Though hard to find and collect, it was always a special treat. And you’d been desperate to make this little treat come true.

“Baby girl?”

You could tell by the tone that he wasn’t sure what to make of your plans, but you don’t want to indulge his questioning. You wanted it to be a surprise to him. Instead of answering him, you lean down, dragging your tongue along his chest to collect the seeds and sap, and you feel him shiver underneath you.

“Jesus Christ.”

You could agree with his soft grunt; this was very thrilling. Sensitive to touch due to his lack of vision, his senses were heightened, making this experience even more pleasurable for himself. You slip your tongue over his chest once more, taking your time to lick off the mixture from his body.

He’s wriggling under your touch, the urge to touch, to grasp, sweeping through his body, and you’re so grateful that you’d thought ahead enough to tie him up. You wanted to remain in control for as long as possible.

As you licked, you made sure to suck hickies into his skin, nipping at the navy blue beneath your lips, marking him up for all to see who he belonged to. He was yours and you were his. Nothing would change that.

Your head moved down, following the path of the syrup to his stomach, tongue working hard to clean him off. You were enjoying the soft grunts and groans that swept past his lips, spurring you on as you continued towards your adjective; giving him everything you had been working towards.

Your movements were swirling dangerously close to the pitched tent of his tewng, and you couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that your tongue on his skin turned him on. It wasn’t time yet, but soon you’d have him struggling in his bondage, begging for you to cut him loose. You could hear the pleas now and it made your grin grow even more.

Your fingers move to touch the stiffness of his tewng, dancing along his girth, teasing him with feather-light, soft touches.

As you finish licking the tangy sweet taste from his skin, your fingers work to untie his tewng, freeing his cock to stand tall and eager. His body shivered from the coldness of the air now that he was fully bare.

“You agreed to let me take charge this time, ma Jake,” you murmur as your hands move to fully touch him, palms running down the length of his cock. The pads of your fingers follow the veins, moving with a special amount of precision to give him just what he needed to have him craving more of your touch. 

He’s fully squirming now, desperate to have more than the teasing touches you were providing to him, and you cluck softly at him.

“So eager, aren’t you? Well, don’t worry. I’ll give you what you’re wanting in time. Just be patient. I need to prepare you first.”

Your voice is soft, tainted with a teasing note, showing him that you were planning on dragging this out as long as you desired to. You keep trailing your fingers along his length, humming a tune as you take your time with him.

Multiple times, you find that you have to keep pushing his knees down, growing rather annoyed with how quick he was to pop them up. It was disturbing your plans. After the umpteenth time, you swat his thigh rather hard, drawing his full attention back to you.

“Keep them down, Jake. You’re ruining the mood.”

“C’mon princess. Please. I need you. Please, let me loose. It’ll be worth it. I promise,” he pleaded, tugging at his binds, and you roll your eyes at how quickly the legendary Toruk Makto had fallen to begging for freedom.

“No. I don’t think I will,” you respond nonchalantly, as if you were answering an every day question. “But, I’ll give you something else.”

He doesn’t have a chance to question before your lips wrap around his tip, tongue swiping out to catch the pearly white drops of precum that weep from the head of his cock. It’s salty sweet on your tongue, almost like the saltiness of the rawp you’d often prepare for meals. He’s fully wiggling now, pleas falling from his lips like raindrops from a rainstorm.

Unfortunately, they only add fuel to the passion you held deep inside of your chest, motivating you to pull more from him.

Your free hand slides down between your thighs, pushing back your tewng so that you could finger yourself, the pads of your thumb and index finger teasing your clit. You moan softly around his cock, tongue pressing against the veins of his girth. You wanted to be ready for when you rode him, but you hadn’t realized that you’d needed this just as much as him.

After all, you hadn’t had sex in a week or two. You’d wanted this moment to be amazing for both of you.

Your head begins to move, tongue and lips working hard to take all of him into your mouth, and he’s grunting softly, trying to move his hips so that he could fuck your mouth better. Your arm rested against his pelvic bone, keeping him still, and you can tell it was frustrating him that he was so helpless against your toying pleasure.

You could taste the precum practically pouring from him, but you are more attuned to how he was behaving. He’d stopped begging, straining, instead, in an attempt to break free on his own.

How cute.

Your rhythm is agonizingly slow as your tongue slides up and down his cock, saliva and precum mixture soaking his girth and dropping down your chin in strings, connecting you to him. You feel like he’s ready, prepared to take you, and you move your head up, sucking on his cock until you reach the tip. Your tongue swirls against his tip before you release him with a soft, lewd “pop”.

He shivers again, a new coldness hitting his now-soaked cock, lubed by your saliva and his pearly white fluids.

You move on top of him, legs straddling his thighs, and fingers part your folds as your free hand guides his cock into your heat.

You have to bite your lip to keep back the moan that wanted to escape as his girth stretches you to a satisfying fullness that only he could give.

He was fully inside of you, his tip pressed against your g-spot as you sat there, just enjoying the pleasure his cock brought.

Fingers reached out, trailing down his chest as you watched him quietly.

Jake was breathing deeply through his nose, as if trying to compose himself, his teeth nibbling on his lip as his ears sat pricked forward.

You move to press your lips against his, causing his cock to slide out just a bit as you lean forward. His lips meet yours eagerly, teeth scraping against teeth as he kisses you back just as heatedly.

His tongue pushes past your teeth, swiping over your tongue, tasting the saltiness from his girth, and you take the momentarily distraction to roll your hips down.

He groans softly into your mouth and you part from the kiss. You take a moment to just admire your handiwork. He was shivering, face flushed with a blush, sweat covering his skin. He was straining to keep himself under control, the desire to see this whole thing through keeping his mind in focus.

It wouldn’t last long. You made it your mission to make him fall apart from the pleasure. You wanted to hear his cries and grunts.

You can feel your walls tighten around him, adding friction to your movements as you slide up and down, hips slapping softly against his upper thighs. He’s fighting your movements, torn between thrusting his hips to meet you and staying still and obedient. It was a futile fight and, within a couple minutes of you angling your hips just right to get him fully inside, he gave in to his sexual desires.

His hips rose up to meet your thighs, causing his girth to push deeper into your already-full heat, and you bite your lip as a soft moan pulls from your throat. Even bound and blind, he was still able to find a way to take back a bit of his control.

You relinquish the little control he’d gained rather easily, more focused on the fact that, with each thrust, he was burying himself deeper, tip constantly slapping against your g-spot in the most beautiful way possible. With your angling hips, his girth rubbed against your sopping walls, lubing him further with the slick that had been activated by you fingering yourself earlier.

He moaned softly at the feeling of yourself, squeezing him as you both met, lewd, sloppy slaps sounding as your ass met his upper thighs. It was amazing and you were slowly losing yourself to the pleasure, a coil beginning to curl within your belly. One of your hands slid up your body to squeeze your breast and play with your nipple, other hand sliding down to tease your clit once more. Your rhythm was growing faster, more erratic and desperate, as you began to chase your own climax. In that moment, all you cared about was feeling good, as good as Jake was feeling.

His face was red, sweat gleaming on his skin. He looked just as desperate as you felt, lips thinned as he worked for his orgasm.

In that moment, you gave up trying to hold out. You let him have his way, bouncing on his lap like a little doll, and his body began to tense up, hinting to his own approaching climax.

Your hands slipped away, reaching out to rub down his chest.

“Cum for me, ma Jake,” you whisper softly as your nails lightly scratch his skin. “I want you to cum.”

With those words floating in his ears, his hips smacked against the bottom of your thighs one last time, body fully tight, a soft grunt escaping his lips. It was enough for you to slam into your own climax, toes curling, your head thrown back as you moaned softly. Body trembling from the adrenaline that coursed through your entire being, you slide off of him slowly, fingers reaching up to push back the sash over his eyes.

He blinked at you, panting softly, before a smirk began to pull up at the corner of his lips.

“I didn’t realize you were into kinky stuff, baby girl. We’ll have to do this again sometime,” he teased softly and you blush, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, ma Jake.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby girl.”

Dictionary // Tewng / Rawp / Awaiei / Utumauti

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MY PFP 🤭🤭🤭🤭 GOIN INSANNEWWWW

whoever drew this U NEED YO PUTHY ATE

art creds HiKu_2018

[teyamsatan]

^^^ this right here??? made me slide up a wall in need. now imagine dilf!jake, cause that's all i can imagine. enjoy x

wc: 660 words

smut under the cut, minors DNI 🔞

You loved days with Jake, you really did. He was a good leader - strong and fearless, compassionate and patient, he made everyone feel secure and at ease, made everyone feel included and heard. You loved training with him, hearing him talk, watching him listen. You loved his demeanour and his wit, and how he sacrificed so much and lost a planet and a bond to his own kind in order to protect yours. He was a good mate - considerate and thoughtful, funny and giving, he made it his life purpose to make you happy, and you appreciated him every single minute of your life.

You loved days with Jake… but nights… Eywa, the nights were the best, and you had a perfect example as of why right now, laying sideways on the bed, your head pushed so far back, it was resting in the crook of his neck, drawn out moans and skin slapping together the only sounds you could hear in the quiet of the dead of night. You haven't slept through the night once since meeting Jake. How could you, when more often than not, after a thorough fucking, he loved to fall asleep with his cock still buried deep inside of you, loved for the feel of your tight cunt and smell of your scents mingled together to be the last thing on his mind before he passed out for the night... or at least for a few hours, until you inevitably woke up, needy and desperate once more, grinding on his half-hard length until he was rock hard once more, his body unable to resist you, even asleep as he was.

Now, here you were once more, three orgasms in, crying as he slipped in and out of you with ease, your cum and slick allowing him to bottom out in you, bulging up the skin of your lower abdomen. He loved to sneak his hand from your hip, where it was rested in order to pull you further down his length, and reach around and press on the spot, until you squirmed and whined, until the tears flowed freely down your face into your ears.

"You feel how deep in you I am, angel? That's daddy's cock pushing your pretty skin up, mm? You're taking it so well, aren't you? Always so good for me."

"D-daddy... pl-please!"

His words pushed you closer and closer to the orgasm you knew would take you out for the night, the intensity of the last couple of hours taking a toll on your mind, until you were just a mess of words and incoherent babbles, drunk of his cock and the soft kisses he was peppering on the back of your neck. You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

"What do you need, baby? Need daddy to let you come on his cock?"

His thrusts sharpened momentarily as he was hitting the spot that made you see stars and cry out in unadulterated ecstasy, until you were sure the whole clan could hear how well the Olo'eyktan's mate was getting fucked night after night. Right now, you couldn't find it in you to care.

"There you go, baby girl. Come for daddy so he can fill you up, mm?"

The promise of being marked by him, of his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs for days to come was enough to push you over the edge, and you came, making a mess of the mat, that needed to be changed daily anyhow, as you squirted all over him, gushes of warm liquid mixing with his own, and, spent and filled to the brim as you were, you allowed him to pull you closer and whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you drifted off to sleep.

"Daddy loves you, sweet girl."

You knew, and yet, you couldn't wait until tomorrow night, when he'd more than willingly prove it to you again.

somebody sedate me honestly