What If? (P1) || Jake / Reader || Draft

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Speaking of — what he says next wasn't exactly what you'd guess.

"If he were here in the room - Who would you fuck? Me, or the avatar?" And you gasp as he bottoms out completely, rolling his hips so deliciously as you continue to squirm beneath him.

"Both." You nearly sob as he continues to push you to a whole new limit.

"That's not what I asked." Hes become more aggressive the further along sex in this form gets — he's purely infatuated with being able to feel you from his own nervous system. Every little drop of you.

"Me, or the avatar?"
    You refuse to give more than a moan in response - far too gone and dazed with how heavy his thrusting grows.
"-You like how big he is? Huh? You want him inside of you that bad? Is that why you're so wet?"

"Jake—" You whine out in surprise as he only pushes harder.

"You haven't answered me."
He reminds, and halts completely out of nowhere.
"Answer, and I'll give you what you want."
   He pulls out and starts to stroke himself slowly, using your slick as lube — you're plenty wet enough to where his entire abdomen is drenched thanks to you.

"Both, I want - both-" you attempt, your hips angry with a need as they won't stop moving.

"That's not an answer, sweetheart." He scraped his nails along your lower back — some sense of added stimulation while holding himself up, at least.
    "Do you ever imagine what it would be like if I could knock you up with that body? Your human form swollen with my Navi child?"
       You moan as he moves his fingers lower, only the bare tip of his middle finger circling your slit.
"Tell me, baby. Me or him?"

"They're both you. I just want you."

"Pick. Me or the avatar?"
   He places both hands on your ass, really indulging himself in the moment as you take your sweet time.

"You, Jake." You press your ass against him, and lower your front so you arch more. "—This form. You."

He moves you so you're laying on your back again - knowing that feels best for you, and at least this time he can sit on the bed and not lose himself.  Besides, he was still limited in the positions he could do at the moment.
    He crawls up and places his thighs under the back of your knees. Much better on his joints this time, and gives you a break from being bent over and shaken.
   "Me?" He asks. "Are you sure about that?"

"You. You." His heart flutters with the sense of sincerity, his once evil demeanor flattening out as his heart feels as if it's filled completely.

He presses his lips on yours, his pelvis rocking against your abdomen as he finds his way back inside of you, and — fuck, he fists his fingers in your hair and covers every bit of you that he can with kisses.

   Always kissing you, always pampering you with them, always making sure every bit of your body gets to feel him in some manner. His beautiful way of saying your body is his, and he's going to cherish it with every ounce of love has to give.

For the first time, you're able to wrap your legs around his human waist, and moan into each shared kiss as he quickens his pace.
    Your breasts squish against his chest as he insists on being as close as he can, trying to mimic what your other bodies feel when connected.
   It's a whole new experience as he's the one leading this with your natural bodies — and he's feasting on the emotional high for sure.

You slip your fingers down to add some stimulation on your swollen bud, and he groans in protest for a moment - knowing he can't do that for you, since hold himself up is how his whole exoskeleton thing works.

You place your other hand on the side of his face, coaxing him back in to kiss you.
   "Don't stop, baby, please." You beg, and he happily obliges as you clench around his girth.

It's so sharp when it hits, you have to remove your fingers at the last second and grasp onto the blankets as he continues thrusting - hardly showing any mercy as you whimper and shake beneath him.

He can barely thrust by the end of your orgasm - your thighs pressed so tightly against his hips, it's like he's never allowed to pull out, let alone get up.
    He's bottomed out, and fucking away with the inch-allowance you give until your muscles eventually settle from your own orgasm.
    He manages to angle himself better - insisting on watching the way his length fully disappears and reappears inside of you as he twitches while in you.
  
Jake is so close, he can hardly stand it. He tries to hold off, refusing to ruin your ongoing orgasm, but he's too overstimulated in the best way possible.

All this pleasure he's consuming, and it's all coming from you.

One last, sincere kiss is shared as he loudly groans — before he ultimately has to pull out and lay down beside you.
     Now left gasping for air with how hard that was on him to keep himself in that position for so long.

But he's damn proud of it, cause for far too long you've been the one on top during this, and he was eager to return the favor.

"Shit." He laughs with a now rose colored tint on his cheeks. "Holy shit."

He takes a moment to breathe and gather himself before reaching over to you, and buries his face in your neck as he gives you a tightened side hug.

You can barely wrap your arm around him in return, worn out from how strong that orgasm was.  It hardly felt like the others where you had to chase after it and focus, but he was absolutely straight up forcing you to succumb to it. Even if you didn't feel you could cum, he'd waste away the time needed until you were naked, bruised, sore, and thirsty in the shared bed.
    Fuck.

"I can't believe you just did that with this body." You voice, simply amazed. "I.. you've never done that."

"Not even in your past life?" He sounds so proud of himself.

"Not even then."

He slips his hand down to your abdomen, rubbing small circles there as if it adds any sort of magic to getting you pregnant.
   "See? I told you we'd get new experiences, baby. I'll make it all up to you."

You kiss his forehead, and brush the sweaty bangs of his out of the way.

"But.. would you really pick me over the avatar? Cause, I mean. He's hung like a donkey."

"Jake." You smack his shoulder. "Seriously?"

"What? If you like the bigger dick, I wouldn't blame you."