JEALOUSY
content warnings: 18+, smut, fem reader, human reader, power imbalance, spanking, overstimulation, reader gets jealous, misunderstanding, rough sex
word count: 0.7k [req]
jake didn’t say a word when you stormed back to the shack, but the heavy, rhythmic thud-thud-thud of his tail against his calves told you exactly how much he "didn't play" that shit. you were halfway through a sharp, venomous sentence about that na'vi weaver—how she was touching his arm, how he was smiling like a damn fool—when he finally moved.
before you could blink, jake had his large hand wrapped around your throat, a heavy, possessive weight that forced your chin up. he backed you into the metal supply crate, the impact making your teeth rattle.
"you done?" he growled, his golden eyes glowing so bright they looked like twin suns in the dark room. "because i’m about two seconds away from losing my patience, and you aren’t gonna like it when i do."
"go back to her then," you hissed, even as your heart hammered against your ribs. "she’s probably waiting for you to—"
jake’s other hand came down, his thumb hooking into your jaw and forcing your mouth open. "i was getting you the high-mountain silk for your bedding because you’ve been complaining about the cold, you ungrateful little brat." he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours, his breath hot and smelling of sweet berries. "but if you want to act like a feral animal, i’ll treat you like one."
he didn't give you a chance to argue. he spun you around, shoving your chest down against the crate. your hips were hiked high, your face pressed into the cold metal. you heard the snap of his loincloth hitting the floor, and then the sound of his hand hitting your ass—a loud, stinging crack that made you yelp.
"shh," he hissed, his hand sliding down to find you. you were already dripping, the spiteful argument having turned into a different kind of heat the moment he laid hands on you. he tested the wetness, his fingers making a disgusting, squelching sound as he worked two of them inside you, stretching you out with a rough, clinical speed. "look at that. crying and screaming at me, but you’re soaking the floor. you want this so bad it's pathetic."
he didn't use any more preamble. he positioned himself, the broad, heavy head of him pressing against your opening. he was massive—na'vi size was no joke—and as he started to sink in, you felt your vision go white.
"jake—wait, jake—"
"no waiting," he grunted, his hands gripping your hip bones so hard he’d definitely leave bruises. he drove home in one violent, soul-crushing thrust. the sound was heavy—a wet, fleshy thwack as his pelvis hit your ass. you let out a strangled scream, your fingers scraping uselessly at the metal crate.
he bottomed out, his knot pressing hard against you, filling you so completely it felt like you were going to split. jake groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through your entire body. he didn't give you time to adjust. he started to move, his pace frantic and punishing.
every thrust was a landslide. the sound of him pounding into you was loud and messy, the slick friction of him sliding in and out creating a constant, wet suction. he reached around, his hand covering your mouth to stifle your wails, forcing you to suck on his fingers as he absolutely wrecked you.
"you’re gonna learn," he panted, his sweat dripping onto your back, "that when i’m talking to someone, it’s for you. you hear me? you ever pull that shit again, i’ll leave you tied to the hammock for a week."
he hit your cervix with a blunt, heavy force that made your legs give out, but he caught you, hauling you back up to take more. his rhythm was relentless—rough, deep, and rhythmic. you were a sobbing, shaking mess, your internal muscles clenching around him in a desperate rhythm of their own.
"that's it," he hissed, his teeth grazing the back of your neck. "take it all. milk me, you little brat. show me how much you want it."
he felt the first wave of your orgasm hit—a violent, pulsing contraction that sent him over the edge. jake let out a loud, animalistic roar, his whole body locking up as he buried himself as deep as he could go, his spent heat flooding into you with a force that made you go limp.
he stayed there for a long time, his heavy chest heaving against your back, his tail wrapping possessively around your thigh. the only sound was the drip of fluids onto the floor and your own broken, shaky breaths.
"you still mad?" he whispered, his voice finally softening, though his grip didn't loosen.
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