I love your writing hehehe. I was wondering if you could write dilf jake gets obsessed with getting his human side piece pregnant and he can smell her ovulating and he’s like super cocky and dominant and “i know you want this even though you wont admit it” about it?
THIS IS SO FREAKY I LOVE IT
SMUT WARNING!!
“So tight,” Jake grunts, holding your body in place with a hand. Your small body jolts with every thrust, your cervix getting bruised in the process. His hair hangs down, dreads moving around wildly with all his movements. He’s got you folded like a pretzel, ruthlessly fucking you.
“Mph!” your eyes are screwed shut and your face is stained with tears of pleasure. There’s something so good about this, about being fucked by someone twice your size, not even exaggerating. This isn’t the first time Jake has done this, and it won’t be the last.
“Y’know why I’m pounding so hard?” he groans.
“Cause you’re horny!” you whine, pussy clenching around his huge girth.
“Silly girl,” he teases. You can only moan in response, the feeling of being stretched out and tossed around like rag doll becoming too much. He has so much pre cum, your little cunt cannot possibly hold it all, it spills out of you and drips down from between your legs. “Tryna fill you up, give you my babies,”
“Jake, no! It- it won’t work!” you mewl.
“I need you pregnant, fuck, I need your womb full of my cum,” he pushes himself deeper and you yelp.
“My god!” you squirm under him, but it’s no use. His warm juices spurt at your cervix.
“I can smell you, hon’. I can smell when you’re ready to get fucked- when your body’s ready for a baby,” he smacks your tit.
“I don’t understand,” a tear rolls down your cheek, dripping onto the bed. You open your eyes and look at his face, twisted with determination. “When I ovulate??” your voice cracks.
“Oh yes, god yes,” he speeds up his thrusts, making you slam into the mattress harder and you close your eyes again, holding back sobs of pleasure. It doesn’t make any sense. He can smell when you’re ovulating? When you’re horny? It sounds crazy to you. But after all, he desperately wants you to have a baby with him. You don’t even know how it would work. Would Na’vi sperm be too big for a human egg? It doesn’t matter anyways, as long as you can keep having mind blowing sex with him.
“Gonna cum!” you whimper, unable to form any more thoughts. He keeps fucking you, like an animal. You squirm and yell but it doesn’t stop him. He’s still wildly deep inside of you, in a way that you didn’t know was possible.
“I need you pregnant. I’ll fuck you over and over until you have my kid.” his tip practically threatens your cervix and your wetness runs down his length. Your toes curl and your body begins to writhe in pleasure.
Every time you think he can’t get harsher, you’re proven wrong when his tip slams into your cervix. Your bare body begins to shine with sweat. Your arms reach up and desperately grasp Jake’s shoulders. His length twitches and throbs inside of you as you clench around it, feeling each movement.
“You cant- cant get me pregnant-,” you mutter through a series of gasps and moans.
“I know you want this even though you won’t admit it,” he teases before pausing, with his tip pressed firmly against your cervix again. You cry out as he finishes, warm semen squirting directly into your womb. His fingers dig into your waist, sure to leave marks later. You pulsate and clamp around him, sharing the orgasmic feeling. Your eyes roll back into your skull and Jake practically melts at the sight.
“Fuck!” you yelp, him still not pulling out. He just stays there, deep inside of you. You wiggle and writhe, trying to give your sore hole a break, but he doesn’t budge.
“Not yet, I need my seed to take in this little cocksleeve,” he whispers, reaching up with a huge hand and pushing your hair out of your face. Tears continue to roll down your face and his fingers wipe them away.
“Please..” your voice is weak and strained. Jake smirks, finally pulling out of you slowly. The squelching sound that your pussy makes is like heaven to him. When he’s finally all the way out, your body relaxes itself. You unfold and just lay on your back, with legs shaking. He gently plops down next to you.
“Need you pregnant-“ he pants, trying to catch his breath. You just sigh, knowing he’ll be back the next time you ovulate, and that he’ll be checking in to see if your period comes for the next couple weeks.
Pretty short sorry!
