Learn to Love
Request: Can you like write something about jake and the reader being in an ‘arranged marriage’ and jake coming home after the ceremony and fucking his anger out on the reader consensual ofc 🛐🛐🤭
This one goes out to @yourmomdotcum69. Sorry it took so long, bae!! But it's finally here!! <3
Did I proofread this? No. So if you see mistakes, please don't 🙃
Your heart is beating out of your chest. You can barely hear the Tsahik as she speaks of Eywa and this union and how it will be prosperous for all.
Your breathing is heavy, uneven, terrified.
You don't even dare glance at your betrothed, at the oloeyktan. He seems calm, seems to be pleased by this, but there's something in his eyes that tells you otherwise...
When the match had been made, you were sure you'd find a way to get out of the arrangement. You were convinced Toruk Macto would choose someone else. You thought the Tsahik would rethink her decision.
Turns out, you were in denial the whole time.
It's happening now. You and Jake are being sacredly united. Nothing will be able to pull you apart, and if you try to leave, you will bring shame to yourself and your family.
You have to stick with this. Have to learn to love him...or at least coexist with him peacefully.
As the ceremony slowly comes to a close, you think to yourself, I'll give him kids. Two, probably. That's all that duty requires from me. There's no reason to go beyond that...
The ceremony is consummated. The People cheer. They offer you compliments and hugs and bracelets and necklaces. You feel numb. You can barely breathe.
Jake Sully is attractive, of course, and you're not upset at the union...You're just...unsure. You're being asked to love and live with someone you barely know...That's what makes you uneasy.
There's a feast after, but for the life of you, you can't remember a single thing about what happens. You offer fake smiles, polite nods, quiet thanks. Your mate barely glances at you the whole time.
When it's over, when night falls, you know as much as he does that it's time to give oneself to each other.
Your legs are trembling, weak as the oloeyktan helps you up from your seat. It's the first time you two exchange so much as a glance. He smiles at you, but it's an empty, forced smile.
You're terrified, nervous, uneasy...So many emotions are running through you and you don't know which to pick.
He leads you to his tent—now your tent as well. He wordlessly leads you inside and closes the tent flaps after himself.
You stand there in your pretty beaded top and ornate necklaces, in your frivolous loincloth and complicated hairdo.
He turns to you with a look of rage in his eyes, but the rest of his body seems completely relaxed. He takes a deep breath, rubbing at his forehead. “Look,” he starts. “This isn't going to be easy. I know, and you know—”
“Oh, it-it's okay,” you quickly say, afraid of displeasing him in any way. “We'll work it out...”
Jake laughs bitterly, his eyes narrow as he looks at you. “There's nothing to work out. We have no choice. All we can do right now is—”
He blinks at you. “I was going to say set some ground rules...”
You blush but try to brush it off. “Ground rules?”
“Yeah. For our...uh, relationship?”
You frown..“Why would we need rules? We're just a married couple. This isn't some complex battle strategy. It's just...a marriage.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Just a marriage?” he echoes, clearly annoyed. “I'm giving my fucking life to you for the rest of forever and you think it's just a marriage?”
You fold your ears back. “Yes, it is just a marriage. It's just duty,” you counter.
He stares at you, wordlessly, his ears folding back and his eyes narrowing. “Duty,” he says flatly. “I just gave my life to someone who thinks I'm nothing but duty.”
You pause for a moment. “Well...you are.”
Maybe you should've thought that through, huh. You only realize this after the words leave your mouth and you see the look on Jake's face.
He raises an eyebrow, obviously vexed. He steps closer to you. “I'm only duty to you?”
You fold your ears back, tail swinging uneasily, but you stand your ground. “Yes.”
Your brain takes too long to process everything that happens.
Jake's huge body closes the distance between both of you and he grabs you by the throat to hold you against him. “Fucking unbelievable,” he growls, inching his lips to yours. He doesn't give you the chance to protest before he's kissing you roughly, needy, messily as his tongue pushes between your lips to tangle with your tongue.
You gasp softly, sparks shooting over your skin, your breath knocked from your lungs. You kiss him back, your hands holding onto his arms as he pours his rage into your mouth.
While he keeps one enormous hand around your throat, he moves the other one to your waist, pulling you closer so you can feel his hard-on poking your lower stomach.
The feeling makes your ears perk up, tail swinging with anticipation. Your nails dig into his skin and he groans lowly.
The scent of your arousal quickly grows thick in the air and it has Jake's heart racing, his cock twitching at the idea of being inside of you.
He leads you to the ground, trapping you under his large body, one of his thighs sliding between yours to press against your wetting cunt.
You sigh softly at the sensation, opening your eyes to meet Jake's dark, predatory gaze. You're eager for what comes next, curious, almost begging him. Jake can see it in your eyes, widened and pupils dilated as you stare at him, expectant.
“You just got yourself into a fuckton of trouble, girl,” he says, voice low and husky. He leans his mouth towards your neck, kissing your skin, dragging his sharp canines over your pulse. “I'm gonna have t'fuck that idea outta ya, hm?”
You shudder as you feel his teeth on your skin. “What idea?” you question, eyes fluttering shut.
Jake bites down on your shoulder, making you whimper lowly. He whispers in your ear, “The idea that I'm only duty. I'm going to be much more than just duty, you hear me? I'm going to be your man, your mate, your fortress. Understand?” His thigh adds more pressure against your pussy and you moan softly.
“How can I love someone I don't know?”
Jake kisses you again, shutting you up, one of his hands undoing your pretty loincloth with too much ease. He bites your lower lip harshly, surely drawing blood, and you whine.
“You'll learn to love,” he promises. “You'll learn to love me, just like I'll learn to love you.” He gets on his knees to remove his loincloth, and then his huge hands grab you by your hips. He pulls you to him until your ass rests on the top of his thighs.
Your eyes are wide as you stare at him, the scent of your arousal thick. He runs the bulbous head of his cock between your folds, teasing your clit before moving to your entrance. While holding your gaze, he slides into you slowly.
His thick cock forces your gummy walls to stretch in order to accommodate his size. You dig your nails into the rug under you, your back arching slightly as he fills you to the brim. You gasp, moaning gently, you eyes wide as you stare at him.
Jake grunts as your cunt tightens around him. You're so warm, so wet. His cock twitches within you, making your eyes flutter shut.
He doesn't waste a second. He starts pounding you, his hips slamming into yours with each thrust, his fingers digging into your hips. “Goddamn,” he groans. “Oh, fuck. This pussy was made for me, hm? All for me to use.”
You whimper as each thrust sends sparks shooting up your womb, the tip bruising your cervix continously. You mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you struggle to keep up with his pace.
“I'm gonna fuck this pretty pussy until your silly mind gets rid of the idea that I'm nothing but duty to you,” he promises, his ears folding back as he relishes in the sensation of your slick dripping down to his balls.
You can't reply. You only whimper, the pleasure searing your womb, your breaths uneven and ragged.
Jake stares down at you, watching your ornate beaded top open to reveal your bouncing breasts. Fuck, the way he has the urge to leave hickeys all over them, bite them, suck on your pretty nipples.
Some other time, he thinks to himself. Right now, he's enjoying this position too much.
“You're such a fuckin' brat,” he spits, hissing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over his body. “You get mated to the oloeyktan and you're ungrateful about it. That's so disrespectful, such fuckin' bad manners.” He bites his lower lip, groaning lowly. “I'm gonna have to teach you to behave, hm? Teach you to be my good little girl.”
You gasp, body shaking, your eyes struggling to stay on his. Between a few moans, you manage to stutter, “I'm not—I didn't mean to-to misbehave, sir. I'm-I'm sorry.”
He chuckles but it's a dark, rumbling sound that makes your pussy throb. “You're a quick learner, aren't you?” He smirks down at you as he fucks you faster, harder. “You're a star pupil so long as you've got cock in you, it seems. Well, in that case,” he holds onto your hips tighter, threatening to bruise your skin, “I'll make sure to put my cock in you as often as I can. See if I get to shape you into a pretty wife who behaves and doesn't complain about me, huh?”
You mewl as he increases his pace, gasping and trembling, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “J-Jake!” you whimper. “Jake—!”
He spanks your thigh. “It's 'sir' to you,” he says sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You nod, moaning, your chest heaving up and down with each heavy breath. “Sir, I-I can't anymore! 's too much!” you whine, the pleasure within you turning into a coil in your womb, making your body feel like it's curling into itself.
Jake laughs, mean. “Oh, you can. I know you can. And you will,” he says, increasing his pace, his cock bruising your soft gummy walls, making stars dance behind your eyelids. “You're going to take as much as I give you. Without any complaints. I don't wanna hear you whinin' 'bout it, you hear me? If you do, I'll only punish you more. Do you understand me?”
You whimper. You feel like your entire body is on fire, your womb on the verge of bursting. Still, his voice is sharp and full of authority, and you know better than to argue. “Y-yes.”
He spanks your thigh again. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” you gasp out, your back arching. “Yes, sir. Yes, sir.”
He chuckles darkly, watching you as you squirm, struggling to manage the pleasure. “Aw, what's wrong, girl?” he mocks, smirking. “You look like you're on the edge of something there.”
You mewl, the ecstasy within you building up, making you unable to think, let alone fucking talk. You can only whimper, desperately nodding your head, feeling the burning pleasure grow within you, coiling tightly.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck!” you cry out, your orgasm rushing to the surface, threatening to leave you dumb from its force. You're a whining, sweaty, writhing mess beneath Jake.
He watches you closely, feeling how near you are to your orgasm from how tight you grow around him. He grunts, his eyes focused on your face as one of his hands splays over your hip, his thumb reaching your clit and playing with the swollen, needy bud.
You moan loudly, eyes rolling into the back of your head, your body trembling as he touches your clit. You mewl and tremble, your orgasm crashing over you, leaving you in a blank state of bliss.
Your ears are ringing, your heart is racing, your breathing is heavy. And you can't really feel anything. As you slowly regain awareness, you realize that Jake's still fucking you, his cock still pounding into you with more vigor and need than before.
You whimper, the pleasure too much, and you can feel a second orgasm growing within you, too strong, too quick.
“N-no!” you stutter out. “No, I can't 'nymore! Please, sir,'s too much!”
Jake keeps going, saying, “Yes, you can. You just have to take it, hm? Take it like a good girl for me, yeah?”
You mewl, legs trembling, eyes fluttering shut. So you take it, mewling and gasping, feeling the pleasure build up within you.
Jake groans, his own orgasm near, and he's getting off on watching you struggle with managing the pleasure.
“I'm gonna fill you up, girl,” he says, his voice thick and husky. “I'm gonna come inside you and I'm gonna give you a baby, hm?”
You whimper, the idea sending shivers down your spine. “Fuck! Yes, sir, please!” you moan, trembling.
He smirks, chuckling lowly. “Yeah, you wanna be full with my baby? Want me to stuff you full, girl? Full of my cum and my baby? Want everyone to know you're mine?”
You mewl, trembling, nodding as you gasp. “Sir! Please, yes, please! Please, sir!”
He chuckles, feeling himself getting closer. “Then imma stuff you full, girl. You're gonna take every last drop, you hear me? Every single drop.”
He keeps pounding you, making you whimper and moan. You come for a second time, your pussy clenching around his cock, sending him over the edge. He groans softly, throwing his head back as he gasps. His orgasm crashes over him, his cock twitching as he comes inside of you. His warm load spills into you, sticky and thick, making you shudder.
“Fuck!” he gasps. “Goddamn, girl. Oh, this pussy's something I could get used to.”
He pulls out of you, making you gasp softly, and he watches his cum drip out of you for a moment before he lies on the ground beside you.
He kisses your forehead gently, wraps you in his arms. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Was I too rough, baby?”
You snuggle up against him, kissing his chest. “I'm okay,” you say, smiling gently.
He chuckles softly. “You did so well for me, you know that, right?” He kisses your shoulder. He's quiet for a moment before softly telling you, “I know this isn't ideal. I know you would've preferred to choose your mate, but...I hope I'm the kind of man you would've chosen. I hope I can make you happy and safe, and I promise to take care of you. And I...” He sighs softly. “I understand if you don't love me. I do. I won't hold it against you. All I ask is that you give me a chance. Let me show you that I can be the man you need...Please.”
You smile gently, cupping his face before kissing his lips tenderly. “I'll give you a chance, Jake. I promise. And I'm willing to love you. Love is always learned, and I'm sure you're someone who's easy to love.”
He grins, pressing his forehead against yours. “Thank you,” he whispers, closing his eyes. “Thank you so much.”
That's all he wants, all he needs. He's willing to move heaven and earth if it means he'll get you to love him. He's keen on making this marriage something more than duty. He's going to make it a home, a family, a fortress.
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