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Avatar Jake x Avatar Reader + Human Jake x Human Reader
Word count | 9.3k
Warnings | 18+, explicit smut, gun kink, gun riding, reader gets hella freaky for Jake's gun, fingering, oral, p in v
Summary | You love your job. Science fascinates you. But thereâs something about the way Sully drives his Avatar with that goddamned gun in his arms that you canât get enough of.
It's shameful, really.
How quickly the good little scientist dropped her glasses and turned tail since it all began.
Shameful how easily a couple of roguish grins and low-drawl teases from that stupid ex-marine on wheels had your meticulous research neglectedâgathering dust in a messy, heaped state on your desk.
Shameful how frequent the lying became as you started slipping off to your link unit for extra "field trips" in the name of science. Your self-appointed bodyguard trailing closely at your heels as you'd slink deeper into the vibrant canopy of Pandora. The tuft of your tail ghosting past his t-shirt, his hot breath teasing your neck.
Shameful how pitifully his name rolls like a desperate prayer from the trembling tongue of your Avatar right now. Your cargo shorts discarded at your boots as he pins you face-first against the rough bark of an ancient treeâthe shockingly cold steel of his machine gun barrel prying your thighs apart from behind.
It turns you on to the high fucking heavens seeing that idiot play soldier in his massive suit of blue skin.
And he knows it.
âGod damn, doc, you're soaked.â
Jake's wolf-whistle pierces the forest air like a siren as he leans back to take an appreciative look at the sodden cotton of your panties, using the tilt of his huge gun against your thighs like a tool for inspection.
He lets out an amused grunt, as though the evidence of your arousal is highly entertaining to him.
Bastard.
You whip his side with a hard thwack of your impatient tail, and he leans back in, pressing his dumb, cocky smirk against your cheek. The one that transfers so startlingly to his Avatar.
He lets out a low, vibrating chuckle beside your ear. "What's the science on that?"
âUrghâshut it, smart-ass, and get those fucking fangs on me,â you growl.
You blindly reach back to hook a long, blue finger into the tight slot between his comms strap and the slick skin of his striped throat, giving him a sharp yank down into the crook of your neck.
The close air of Pandora's lush jungle always leaves you both drenched in a thick layer of humidity. Your tactical clothing ruined with dark, heavy sweat stains, your indigo skin tacky and wet.
But you couldn't care less.
If anything, the stifling heat only turns you on more.
You love feeling the smooth, slippery expanse of your massive Na'vi bodies sliding against each other like butter when you fuck.
âSo demanding, baby,â Jake chuckles breathily against your neck, the delicate lavender points of his arched ears retreating back to his head.
Jake's never one to hesitate when you boss him around and call him names. He laps that shit up like it's his remedy. A well-trained soldier eager to please.
He pushes his bodyweight into you, pinning you harder against the tree with his gun grazing dangerously close to the spot that's screaming for it between your legs.
It's a magnificent treeâone that deserves more respect than having such devious activity like this inflicted upon itâbut the guilt evaporates like steam off your skin the second Jake's mouth hits your neck.
His ivory fangs bear down over you rapid pulse point, the sharp tips dragging in a long, languid line all the way to your shoulder, sending a prickly wave of gooseflesh breaking out across your entire body.
They're predatory fangs that could draw serious blood if he really chose to clamp down, and the thrill of it has you trapping your shaky lip with your own canines as a hot pulse of arousal bleeds into your groin.
âFucking hell, Sully...â you quiver, your eyes shutting tightly.
Jake twists you around to face him by the waist, his mouth curled back in a smirking snarl at the sight of your flushed face.
âSuch a filthy little mouth for a nerd.â
His eyes fall sharply to your bottom lip, preying on the slight tremble of it. He brings his thumb up, brushing the rough pad over to release the swell from it's grip.
You're quick to sweep your tongue out to get a taste of his thumb tip before he can retract it, giving the end a soft, wet dab.
It tastes bitter. Like gun oil and metal.
Fuck. You love his gun.
You take the tip of his thumb between your lips more desperately, heavily moaning your approvalâyour head bobbing as you give it a series of light, teasing sucks while gazing up at him through your lashes.
Sucking his fingers is a little trick you've discovered that always has him losing his shit.
Even in his most cocksure of moods.
His eyes go dark and hooded, a deep, gravelly groan reverberating in his throat as he watches. He growls a low, breathless "fuck", swooping down to your lips to catch your muffled gasp in his mouth.
As you lose your mind to the slide of Jake's possessive kiss, whining as that spit-wet thumb now makes its way down to roll your nipple into a hard, aching peak beneath your tank top, you're harshly reminded of how you'd fallen so deep into this gritty pit in the first damn place.
Wasting your afternoons to fuck around with Sully in your Avatar instead of working had spiraled into a regular occurrence.
An addiction you couldn't seem to shake. A high you couldn't stop chasing.
To say he'd become a distraction from your research would be a laughable understatement.
You knew he was going to be nothing but trouble from the moment he first rolled into the Avatar compound and introduced himself. Blindsiding you from analyzing the DNA sequencing of a Stingbat with a warm, firm handshake and the sort of charming grin that crawled under your skin and stayed there.
So when it all started snowballing, inevitablyârecklesslyâyou couldn't exactly bring yourself to blame your own damned weakness.
âJust need to get my hands on that one last sample before I compile it,â you'd straight-up lie to Grace whenever she'd ask why you were jumping back into link again when you were supposed to be writing your reports from yesterdays trip.
The very trip you'd spent sprawled out under the spiraling pink fans of Helicoradian plantsâwrithing in ecstasy with the incredible, heavy tongue of Jake's Avatar embedded deep between your thighs. Lapping you upâhurling you mercilessly into a dimension that easily beat the paradise of Pandora.
âAt least eat something when you get back, for God's sake,â Grace would complain, rubbing her temples without a glance up from her monitors. âAnd make sure Sully's looking after you out there. Last thing I need is losing your expensive as shit Avatar to a damn Thanator.â
He'd roll into your room on silent wheels late in the evenings.
That up-to-no-good grin plastered all over his face as your fingers flew over your laptop keys in an frantic rush to upload your backlog of data.
âJust taking the boss a coffee,â was usually his choice of bluff whenever he bumped into anyone in the tight dormitory corridor.
His offering never did stand a chance of being consumed before going cold. Your glasses discarded on your laptop next to it as you'd find your limbs in a tangle with his beneath the rough sheets of your cramped, metal bunk bed. Making outâhot and heavyâas though playing with each other in your Avatars all afternoon hadn't been enough. Jake's savvy fingers slipping eagerly under the waistband of your pyjama bottoms while yours coursed through the thick, gorgeous waves of his chocolate hair.
Jake's dirty talk is a dangerous game.
But his sweet talk is the real lethal killer.
He'd linger at shoulder some early mornings in the communal lab space, having seemingly nothing better to do with himself.
Openly snooping on your data, his sharp, stubbly jaw resting flush against your shoulder as you'd sit hunched over your desk with your eye pressed tightly to the microscope.
âYou know how gorgeous you look while you work?â he'd murmur lazily next to your ear, the vibration of his rugged voice tickling your skin, his lips ghosting the base of your neck like you were supposed to be able to ignore it. âSo damn sexy. Inspiring me to go do some more of that hands-on research with you later.â
âJake, stop. I really need to focus,â you'd protest with a slightly breathless giggle. A light slip of sound that was always your first mistake.
A subtle open door that would fuel Jake's flameâinviting him to drag his warm, open-mouthed kiss up your neck, leaving you right on the ragged edge of caving in your seat until you'd both sharply snap apart at the sound of the lab doors hissing open with Norm waltzing in, whistling to himself in cheerful oblivion.
Norm.
Norm knows.
He has to, from walking in on so many of these frighteningly close calls in the lab.
And from the way the atmosphere hangs heavy with a weight that's not just the humidity when he joins you both out in the field. The two of you harvesting samples together with Sully trailing in your strideâcarrying his heavy-duty machine gun in his huge blue hands like it's a sleek, lightweight toy.
There's not a shred of doubt that Norm wonders why your eyes flick back to him so often.
But you can't help it.
You get a kick out of finding Jake looking at you with that lazy, vicious grin playing on his face. His heavy eyes sweeping over your body like it's a piece of prey he's tracking and fully intends to devour once he's pinned it.
But Norm keeps his mouth.
Because he's a good little scientist, like you used to be.
You love your job. Science still fascinates you like it always has.
But there's something about the way Sully drives his Avatar with that goddamned gun in his arms that you just can't get enough of.
You peel his clingy teeth from your lips with effort, your palms colliding against the coarse material of his backpack straps as you shove him backâhard.
Hard enough to make him stumble back over his muddy combat boots with a dorky, lopsided grin creeping up over his face.
His striking feline eyes flick between yours expectantly, the soft green flecks in the citrine of his irises mirroring the lush foliage around you. They're pretty eyesâones you often find yourself chewing your pen lid over during those long, dragging mornings in the lab.
You straighten up against the tree, levelling your gaze with his.
âPut it in me, Sully.â
Jake loves a direct order. Thrives on it, even.
It has the marine in him lighting up like a spark off a live wire.
His grin turns crooked, his yellow eyes suddenly swimming with barely restrained mischief.
âYes, ma'am.â
He pushes his rolled shirt sleeve a notch higher up his bicep, the leaves crunching on the soil beneath him as he adjusts his footing to haul the hefty steel beast up.
You admire the power in those striped forearms as he easily guides the tip of the barrel back between your legs, trailing it up your sensitive inner thighs with slow precision until the cold, flat muzzle rests flush again the brewing heat of your panties.
You peer down at the sight, your ears drooping helplessly to your head at the metal touching your throbbing pussy.
A shaky sigh slips past your slips as your knees buckle inward, your thighs pinching at the heavy weapon. âFuck, yeah. That's what I'm talking about.â
Jake guides the tip in slow, gentle strokes through the wet seam of your folds, using it to spread your own slick up over your aching clit.
âMm. You like that?â
His voice vibrates in his throat like sexy, low-drawl honeyâa sound good enough in itself to get you offâand a hearty moan breaks out of your chest as your pussy pulses in agreement.
You roll your impatient hips over the hard, unyielding edge of it as you lock your hooded eyes onto him. âMm, fuck. I want it inside me. Put your big, hard gun in my pussy, Sully.â
Jake's eyes snap up like a magnet at your dirty words, landing squarely on your parted mouth.
You can tell it's short-circuited his brain from how his eyelids have gone heavy, from the way they hover half-closed as he slowly blinks.
You grin. He always looks so fucking adorable when he gets drunk on his own arousal.
He lets out a low huff of air, his ears giving a small flick as he tilts his head with trance-like slowness. His eyes still stuck on your lips.
âBetter get those panties down for me then, angel.â
You hook two fingers into the waistband of your briefs, pulling them down with a shimmy of your thighs and letting the sodden piece of material drop onto your heaped cargo shorts at your boots.
Jake's nostrils flare, his pupils gaping wide as his gaze drops to the sight.
âFuck, mama...â
His long tail sways with weight as he crouches down close, feasting his wide eyes on your bare, blue cunt.
His heavy gun is sidelined, thudding softly into the leaves next to him as his hand approaches your swollen, glinting slit with a mind of it's own.
âShe looks hungry,â he chuckles like a distracted child, touching you without a shred of hesitation.
Jake's primal fascination with the body of your Avatar is still raw and all-consuming, even after having played with it enough times to think he'd be used to it by now.
You'd make a dig at him if you weren't already gasping at the delicious pressure of his fingers on your clit.
It sends an electric pulse through you as he glides his fingertips over the bump, down to the slick, arousal-swollen center of your parted folds. His welcome touch releases a hot surge of your pent-up arousal, and Jake's ears twitch and flatten at the loud moans it wrings from your throat.
âGod damn... Beggin' for my big gun, aren't you, pretty?â He grins, his glinting teeth flashing.
His tail undulates wildly behind him as he taps your ankle.
âLift up for me, sweetheart. Let's get these shorts off.â
You lift your feet as he strips them off over your chunky boots, tossing them aside while you sink back against the tree with your legs spread invitingly.
Jake coasts his fingers down your pussy once more, teasing another sharp inhale into your lungs and making your walls flutter, before sliding them underneath to find your entrance.
He dips a fingertip inside. Circling it tantalizingly around your wet, begging hold before adding another, sinking both of the thick, long digits into the hilt in one confident plunge.
Oh fuck. That stretch.
It has you dissolving into a shaky, pinch-browed groan, your head rolling back to the tree as his curled fingers start moving in and out of you with agonizing slowness.
âYeah... that good, baby?â Jake purrs, watching his gleaming blue fingers disappear and reappear in a hypnotizing rhythm.
âSo good,â you whine, your back arching off the tree as you fidget under his fingering. âI need more though, Jake. Your gun. Please.â
When there's no responseânone of his usual teasing or quick-witted remarks, you furrow your brows, wondering what the hell he's doing.
âJake?...â
You roll your head forward from the tree to peer down at him.
He's staring. Frozen. Looking like a starved man who's been lost out in the jungle for days.
His ears have fully folded back in a tight streamline against his head, his irises reduced to razor-thin rings around his blown out, pitch-black pupils.
Fuck sake. Not this again.
He's lost himself.
This happens sometimes, when his face gets too close to your pussyâthe tangy scent of your juices and pheromones searing his sensitive nostrils and devouring his rational mind entirely.
It's the cost that comes with fucking in these Na'vi skins. Of inhabiting creatures driven by blood and instincts far sharper than any human's, and even after the many afternoons you've spent fooling around out here together, poor Jake is still very much at the mercy of it.
You rarely scold him for it. After allâyou get your own kicks out of seeing him completely disarmed and ravishing your body with an intensity that's just not possible in human form.
But on days like today, when you just want him to stay focused and give you what you asked for... his distraction is an inconvenience.
âFuck, I... I just need to taste it...â Jake finally stutters, succumbing clumsily to his knees with a heavy thud against the leaves, his tail giving a sharp flick behind him as he leans in.
You open your mouth to object, but it's too late.
He's already there. Nuzzling his flat, broad nose against your mound with a ragged groan. His top lip brushing up and down the hood of your clit as his tongue sweeps out to thirstily lap up the slick arousal that's coating your soft folds.
âJACOB!â you gaspâhalf moaning it, half scoldingâyour eyes turning to saucers as your hands fly down to the top of his head.
You don't know if you want to pull him in all the way. Get him to sink that fantastic tongue in until it makes you pop, or push him away, and tell him to stick to the goddamn plan.
Fuck. It's too good for the latter.
You let out a heavy sigh, melting back against the tree with your eyes fluttering. Giving in for a moment to enjoy the sweet, sweet relief his mouth provides for your craving center, while Jake emits a satisfied rumble from deep in his chest.
His big hands hover lightly at your hipbones while he completely loses himself in worshipping the shrine between your legs, his knees splaying out wider against the dirt as he devours you with licks and sucks of perfect rhythm and pressure.
Your legs tremble as he pulls your clit into his mouth, giving the little bead a dab with his tongue before releasing it and repeating. Shifting further under you, trailing the tip of his tongue in a point from the back of your slit to the front before breaking into wide, firm strokes, his sharp teeth grazing your delicate skin.
Sweet fucking Jesus, it's heavenly.
Jake's talent for cunnilingus proved itself the first time he went down on you in human form, in your bunk bed during those early nights of getting intimate.
You hadn't expected muchâgiven past experience with men not always knowing what goes where or really caring to find outâso when you giggled with your knees hitched under the covers as he shimmied himself down between your thighs, his playful blue eyes locked on yours as his tongue started a slow, sensual dance with you... it's safe to say he blew your expectations completely out of the water.
It made you laugh when he told you it was his secret weapon.
But it was true.
Having lost function in his genitals from being paralyzed from the waist down, Jake had to make up for what he lacked between his legs in other ways.
More creative ones.
It was mind-blowing, how he'd build you up so silently. Getting you to the point of writhing and grasping for fistfuls of the bedsheets as your shaking hips lifted to chase his mouth, and only at that point would he do that incomprehensible thing with his thumbâsomething you'll never truly understandâhaving you popped over your white-peaked edge in a mere matter of moments.
It was lethal.
Terrifying, actually. Transferring that kind of godly talent to his nine foot feline form.
One with two strong, working legsâand a third one hanging between them.
It was enough to de-throne you at your best.
âOh, god,â you mewl, your ankles threatening to give way under the hot, mounting pressure that's tightening between your hips. âJakeâplease, I want your gun. Don't make me come like this.â You dig your fingers further into the silky strands of hair on top of his head to haul him away quickly before he can get you thereâripping his mouth from its tight seal around your pulsing clit.
He's panting hard as he looks up at youâa complete, undone wreck with his lips obscenely wet with your juices. More dark, messy strands of his disheveled hair have escaped his braid and cling to his sweaty forehead, and he draws himself up confidently, taking your face in both his hands as he leans in to smother your mouth with his in one swift motion.
His tongue pushes into your mouth possessivelyâdelivering the tangy taste of you thats coating itâand he swallows your muffled moan with his own deeper one, pushing you up against the tree with his body flush to yours.
His hasty hands roam over you hungrily, his knees bending as he gropes your ass and titsâpulling you up and pinning you against the bark with short, rhythmic grinds of his hips.
Your stomach tightens as you feel the outline of his rock hard erection pushing into you, throbbing like a heartbeat beneath his cargos.
âWhich gun do you want?â he pants breathlessly as he breaks from your mouth, trailing his crude smirk in hot, wet kisses across your jawline and down your neck.
He recoils with a sharp grunt as you suddenly jab a long finger hard into his ribsâa warning that your impatience for his cocky games is running very thin.
âOw! Fuck. Alright, alright.â
He peels himself off of you with sulking reluctance, swallowing hard to try and control his ragged breathing as he drops back down to a crouch to pick up his gun from the dirt.
âBetter give the lady what she wants, then,â he mutters to himself, taking a firm grip on the handle as he draws the weapon back up between your legsâand this time, he keeps his focus locked.
You brace yourself with your hands on the tree either side of you, your heart fluttering fast as Jake works to position the blunt, heavy barrel at the entrance of your pussy.
Once he seems satisfied that all systems are go, his eyes flick up to yours, waiting for permission.
âReady?â
âYes! Just fucking put it in already, Jesus,â you growl.
He moves at your command, slowly pushing the cylindrical metal up into you, and it sinks through your slick folds.
The hard, cold width of the barrel stretching you open to fill the craving, empty space inside you.
Your head slams back against the tree, the frustration in your voice from mere seconds ago melting and liquefying into something carnal.
âFUCK, Sully.â
You groan between tight lips as Jake retracts it, before sliding it in furtherâslipping the steel inside you with the smooth lubricant of your own arousal. The stretch burns like fire, the cool metal already starting to warm from the frictionâfrom your pussy walls squeezing and clenching at it hungrily.
âOh, Jake. It's so fucking good.â
âYeah? Tell me how you want it, baby.â
âFaster,â you whine.
Jake picks up the pace immediately. The muscles in his arms and shoulders bunching under the strain of lifting such a heavy-duty weapon and moving it with enough deliberate control to not hurt you.
He hitches a knee up to rest his elbow on as he works, taking some of the weight off his arms as he readjusts his grip on the stock with a grunt, his breathing growing heavy as he pumps the machine gun into you with quick, firm thrusts.
âThat fast enough, doc?â
âMhm! More, Jake, please!âÂ
Your hips grow reckless, rolling down to meet each of his thrusts at its deepest, and it tightens the ache thatâs coiling inside you each time the blunt tip of the barrel strikes hard against a spot of pressure.
A pressure thatâs going to be the death of you if it carries on building.Â
You clutch your breast through your tank top, tugging and playing with your erect nipple while your other hand flies down to your clit to deliver quick, frantic circles, and the heightening of pleasure it provides has his name erupting from your throat in a loud cry.
âFuck, baby,â Jake breathes hoarsely. âYouâre gonna make me lose it doing that.âÂ
He lunges upâtoo needy to merely watch you writhe in pleasure from a passive crouch beneath youâand leans over to catch your gasping lips, kissing you clumsily as the heavy weapon rocks chaotically between your bodies.
Jake canât help his unbridled hips as they start to roll blindly against the hard handle of the weapon, an attempt to grind out some relief for the leaking bulge thats cooped up in his cargos.Â
It has him spilling a groan into your mouth, his brows pinched together tightly, and itâs not long before the pathetic pleading starts tumbling out of him against your lips.Â
âGod, let me fuck you with this blue dick, baby, please? Iâm so hard. I wanna cum in that sweet pussy so fuckinâ bad.â
âNot yet,â you hiss, clamping your fangs down on his bottom lip.
His twitching hips falter on the metal, and you can tell heâs holding back a whimper.
Your own climax is pulsing like a threat around the unyielding cylinder inside you as you pull away from Jakeâs dumb, chasing mouth.
You gaze at him for a moment through heavy lids.
Taking in his flushed, sweat-sheened face. His pretty bioluminescent freckles that faintly pulse with his arousal.
âLoad it, Sully.â
Your firm words slice the air like a knife.
The whir of nature from the surrounding expanse of trees dials up sharply, and Jakeâs hips instantly freeze.
You glance down at his crotch. Watching as the thick outline of his cock throbs visibly against the sudden stillness of his body.
The hungry thing has already made a mess of his cargos, spilling some of his much needed release in a blooming, damp patch of glowing pre-cum at the tip.
He blinks, barking out a quick, uncertain laugh.Â
âWhat?âÂ
You hold his gaze.Â
âYou heard me.â
A soft, nervous chuckle, his ears flattening.
âCome on, sweetheart⊠Thatâs too far.âÂ
"Oh... sorry, Jake," you giggle. A sweet, bubbly sound that catches him off guard, and his ears lift slightly from the sides of his head. "It's just, I was under the impression you werenât such a pussy.â
The throat strap of his comms shifts with the heavy, nervous bob of his Adamâs apple, his lips hanging parted at the drop of your tone.
Your hand brushes past his as you lean forward and wrap your fingers around the gun grip, deliberately dragging the heavy, charcoal shaft deeper inside you.
âDonât make me ask again, Sully. Or I might have to tell Grace youâve been slacking.â
Ok.
You canât deny it. You took things a little too far, sometimes.
Got a little⊠wild, out here in the forest.Â
Blame it on the foreign composition of Pandoraâs atmosphere, or the rash impulses of the Naâvi blood running through your veins.
Youâd feel sorry for poor Jake for having to put up with this untamed, gun-crazed kink of yours, except that was never the case at all.
He gets off on the thrill of danger just as much as you do, and although the extent of your requests had undoubtedly grown more⊠extreme, since your first escapadesâJake hadnât denied you anything yet.Â
He can't resist a challenge thrown his way.Â
Itâs in his blood, human or not.Â
But above all, he can never say no to his favorite, precious little scientist.
He huffs an uneasy laugh as he glances to the side, his brows furrowed with his head cocking slightly as though heâs still trying to wrap it around the order.
Itâs hard not to home in on the sweat that glistens on his cheekbones and nose. Or the sharp crunch of leaves under his clunky combat boots as his feet shuffle nervously below you.Â
He finally rolls his broad shoulder. A heavy click resonating as he cracks his neck.
âAlright.âÂ
His throat muscles jump in another rough bob as he takes a wary glance down to where the gun is still buried inside you, and thereâs not an ounce of playfulness left in his yellow eyes when they snap back up to meet yours, his husky voice dropping an octave.
âOnly for a second, though. Ok?â
You nod quickly. Holding your breath the way youâre holding onto the climax you so desperately want as Jake slowly stabilizes the robust frame of the machine gun.
His tail twitches erratically behind him as he slowly draws his long fingers to rest over the charging handle.Â
Your heartbeat pounds against your ribs as they hover there.
And then he takes the plunge.
A quick, sharp inhaleâand he racks the bolt.
The heavy, mechanical clack-clack of the weapon cycling sends a sharp vibration straight through the barrel buried inside your pussy, the sound making both of your ears twitch in unison.
Fuck.Â
There it is.
Loaded ammunition inside you.
A breathless hush seems to fall over the trees. The only sound the thrum of your pulse like rushing water in your ears as you stare at your own round eyes reflected in the black mirror of Jake's pupils.
And then your pussy pulses in demand.Â
You grind. Once. Rolling over the steel that now buzzes with the terrifying weight of a live round chambered right inside you.
And then againâfeeling that deep, delicious ache of the weapon pressing at your insides. Digging into your g-spot and shooting a spine-tingling spike of heat straight through you.Â
Your body takes control.
Your hips slip into a fast, shallow rhythm, and you resume rubbing quick, rapid circles against your clit. Humping your hand unashamedly like an untamed animal in front of Jakeâs dumbfounded stare.
An immense, hot convulsion of pleasure surges through your core and down your legsâyour pussy beating and fluttering around his gunâand a throaty moan tears out of you, your eyes going hazy at the edges as you hold Jake's sharp, petrified ones.Â
His grip on the gun is like iron, his whole body taut as he tries to stop his hand from trembling violently over the giant body of metal. Terrified that one wrong twitch of his fingers or one violent squeeze of your walls will slip the safety.
âOh fuckâJakeâkeep it inside me, Iâm gonnaââ
Your plea trails off as your climax creeps up tremendously, forcing the breath still in your lungs. Your hips bob in little rigid shudders over the hazardous toy inside you as you reach the brink, your fingers losing all strength and smushing clumsily against your peaking clit.
Itâs a fight to keep your eyes openâyour vision turning white and starryâbut you canât miss the sight of Jake watching you help yourself to orgasm over his gun.Â
His gorgeous feline features are a picture of agonizing torment.
You can tell itâs taking every solid inch of his strength to restrain from tearing the gun away as fast as possible. To chuck it a mile and fuck you himself instead.
But he holds it. Letting you ride it to completion like you asked. His blown out eyes trained between your shaking thighs as your sweet bliss crashes down on you.
Your eyes clamp shut. your body shuddering as a guttural shriek rips from your lungs, and the back of your head cracks violently against the rough bark behind you.
Waves. All you can feel is waves. Delicious, crashing waves. Tight, heavenly waves that pulse and squeeze at the smooth metal inside you, turning your legs hollow and weightless.
Waves that are suddenly shattered as Jake ruthlessly rips the length of the barrel from your convulsing pussy.
He un-cocks it. Hastily.Â
Dropping the deadly thing to the ground from his vice-like grip like itâs something born of the devil.
âOh my⊠fuck. BabyââÂ
His wired eyes are trained on you, suddenly flaming with gold, his flustered fingers blindly fumbling to unclip the utility belt that suffocates his waist.Â
The straps slip from his shoulders, the weight of his backpack hitting the forest floor behind him with a heavy, dead thud.
And then he lunges.Â
Trapping your slumped, slack body against the tree. Pouncing on you with a predatory force that might scare you if your brain wasn't so clouded over from ecstasy.
The impact punches a breathless whine out of you, the ridges of bark clawing unforgivingly at your back, and you know it's leaving marks on your poor Avatars back for days.
Jakeâs already pinned your wrists above your head, locking them both in the inescapable band of his hand while he clumsily battles the buckle of his belt in the other.
âYou scare the goddamn shit out of me with that stuff, you know that?âÂ
His bellowing voice is reprimanding as he brutally breaks his belt open, yanking his cargos down in one sharp tug that lets his thick erection snap up against his stomach.
âWhy you gotta do that to me sweetie, huh?â
You canât help but let out a chuckle despite the dizzying whirl of adrenaline that's making your head spin, your gaze dropping to the profusely leaking, lavender tip of his cock as it bobs beneath you.
âThis doesnât look that scared to me, soldierâŠâ
He opens his mouthâprobably with some witty remark ready to fire backâbut it dies in his throat, overruled by his need to sink his throbbing dick inside you before he ruins himself up your front.
It really is beautiful like the rest of him, and it suddenly looks infinitely more appealing than cold metal as he spreads your thighs wider with a rough, heavy shove of his knee.Â
He bullies his hips in between yours, lining the steaming wet flare of his cock-head against your entrance, and it draws one last lazy, residual orgasmic twitch out of your walls.
Thereâs many great things about fucking out here, in the vast, echoing expanse of Pandoraâs jungle.
One of them being just how much noise you could make.Â
Neither of you ever needed to hold back from letting undignified sounds spill from your mouths as you lost your minds over one another. Not without a soul within miles to hear such unearthly resonance.
Unlike the constant threat of being overhead through the paper thin walls of your dorm room back at Hell's Gate, the forest was your perfect, soundproof playground. A place that gave you the ultimate freedom to fuck each other however loudly you desiredâan endless opportunity to let loose like feral, savage beasts.
And you both made the most of it.
Jakeâs booming, chest-deep âMURRGHHâ rattles you to the bones as he lifts you off the ground with his powerful thighs in a single, brutal upward thrust, his buttocks clenched rock-hard as his cock spears you to the hilt.Â
The roar is enough to scatter a troop of swinging Prolemuris in the trees nearby, and that delicious, white-hot sting of the sudden penetration has you matching him with a piercing shriek of your own.
He fits your pussy flush like a gloveâhis Naâvi anatomy tailor-made to ruin youâand the deep, fulfilling ache of the stretch has your toes curling hard inside your boots.Â
Itâs even better than his loaded machine gun.Â
Much better.
Your eyes roll straight into the back of your skull as he single-handedly rearranges your brain chemistry with another deep, sharp thrust, putting words into your mouth that you barely even recognize as your own.Â
âOh my god⊠Sully, fuck meâNOW!â
Jake doesnât waste a fucking second.Â
He drives into immediate, frantic actionâhis pelvis rutting up rapidly into yours, his cock slipping in and out of your tight, silky slit with ease.
âHohh-shit baby, thatâs it,â he pants raggedly, the glowing freckles tracking his forehead flaring fiercely through the messy strands of his hair, lighting up with his spiking pulseâhis eyes rolling back for a split second. âFuck, you feel like heaven. So wet for me angel. So fuckinâ good for me.â
He hooks the hand that isn't pinning your wrists into the hem of his grey sweat-stained t-shirt with a grunt, wrenching the unwanted fabric up and out of the way in a jagged line.Â
It reveals the intricate strings of bioluminescence that drape down his toned stomach, trailing in bright streams to the solid V-line of his lower abdomen that funnels directly to the base of his pounding cock.
Jesus fucking Christ.Â
The sight of Jakeâs naked Avatar never failed to completely destroy all of your inhibitions.
The combination of the sheer, muscular anatomy with the majestic prettiness of it is simply mind boggling, and youâre not sure if youâll ever be able to wrap your little scientific brain around how such a god-forsaken thing grew in a lab when it looks like it should have fallen straight from the skies.Â
It leaves you weak to the very core every time you see it, and even in the desperate, deep throes of being pounded and crushed by him, you canât help but take a moment to simply stare at the stunning sight of his torso.
Your poor eyes are ripped away as he jerks your own vest up over your breasts in a jagged motion.
âMm, yeah. Nice little tits, arenât they, doc?â Jake hisses, pulling his t-shirt up higher so he can press his broad chest right against yours. The friction of his slick, bare skin rubbing your nipples into stiff peaks.
He drops your wrists from their shackle above your head only to hoist one of your legs up and over his shoulder with a rough hand, making you gasp, while the fingers of his other wrap tightly around your erect nipple to give it a tight, bruising squeeze.
âTakin' my cock like such a good little scientist.â
He slams up into you, pinching his lip between his teeth with the effort as he funnels his glazed, fuck-drunk eyes into yours, and you splutter out a choked cry as the new angle has his cock-head ramming deeper into your cervix.
The mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating, and it has a string of undignified, strangled curses spewing from your mouth. The unadulterated, filthy kind you could never be caught dead releasing within the rigid confines of Hellâs Gate.
Not unless you wanted to lose your damn job.
âSuch a tight little cunt,â Jake wheezes through gritted, bared teeth, his tail wrapping in a tight coil around his muscular thigh to steady himself, and you know heâs on the brink from the garbled filth that starts pouring out of him.Â
âDirty little slut, ainâtcha? Bad gal. Lettinâ me fuck you senseless like this when you should be working. Mad lil scientist. Crazy littleââ
He barks out a breathless, hysterical chuckleâ sounding borderline insaneâbefore faltering with a soft, whiney crack in his voice.Â
âOh fuck, mamaââ
You adored the mouthy trash talk that would spew from Jake right when he was about to explode into smithereens.
But the sound you practically worshipped during the heated throes was his whimpering.
There was something so utterly exhilarating about hearing a rugged, capable man like Jake make such a vulnerable little noise at the power your body held over him that never failed to have your panties dripping.
Youâd been hooked ever since you first heard it escape him one afternoon, while you had his thick, twitching shaft buried deep in your throat, the muscles of his striped thighs trembling and bunching underneath you from the suck of your mouth.
It seemed to only come out when he was hovering at the edge of complete ruin, his inhibitions completely obliterated over the loud, pulsating thrum of his own sexual pleasure.Â
It was shameful to admit it, but it became your personal mission to actively coax this gorgeous sound out of Jake for your own pleasure.Â
Whether that meant rubbing the strangely hyper-sensitive spot under his tail that seemed to push him over the brink a bit too quickly, or pulling your mouth away to lick lazily at the leaking slit of his cock right when he was about to cum. Tormenting him while the tip oozed and begged for more, his head rolling back as he let out a sexy, chest-heaving whimper.
It gave you something to play in your head while you fingered yourself on nights when he wasnât sharing your bunk bed with you.Â
But best of all... it gave you something to tease him with.Â
Ammunition to rein him in whenever heâd start getting too cocky for his own damn good.
You loved having that needy little noise to pull out of your pocket whenever he got a bit too big for his boots.
It kept that soldier in line.Â
Jakeâs hands slam onto the tree either side of your head, his fingers clawing into the ridges of bark as he clamps his teeth down hard on his bottom lip.Â
It's a cute effort to stifle the pathetic whimper thatâs begging to burst from his throat right next to your ear. You admire it.
But unfortunately for him, his neck is exposed.Â
The perfect weak spot right next to your lips.
You dig your teeth hard into the slick flesh as you roll your hips up into each of his punishing thrusts. The heavy, rhythmic smash of his pelvic bone against yours making your walls clamp around his cock in a relentless chokehold.
It wheedles that sweet, sweet whimper right out of his lungs, spilling a ladle of heat directly into the bowl of your belly.
âArgh, fuck, bad girl.â Jakeâs face contorts into a pretty mask of agony from your sharp bite and pure, unadulterated ecstasy from your fluttering walls. âGonna make me cum.âÂ
His thrusts turn jerky. Quick and chaotic, his cock swelling against the constraint of your slick teasing walls. The length pulsates in steady, rhythmic throbs, nudging at the deep pit of your insides as though giving a warning of the incoming explosion.
âMm, do it, make mama proud and shove me full of your glowing cum, soldier,â you moan, cupping either side of his face between your hands.
You pull his ear to your lips. Slipping in a quiet, devastating whisper.Â
âI want you to fill me up like your bullets would.âÂ
Itâs enough to have Jake tumbling over his wall of white-hot bliss like a weak fool.
âOh fuck, doc,â he grinds out, his voice seething out between his teeth as his screwed-up face rolls to the heavens for mercy, his ears clamped flat against his skull as he slams home, and you can feel his knees buckling under you. âOh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckââ
His orgasm has him stiffening up. His quivering hips pinning you in a tight hold against the tree as the release starts leaking out into youâhot and wet and throbbing against the enticing clench of your walls, before erupting violently.Â
âJAKE!â Your eyes slam shut in a tight squeeze as the sweet rhythm of his ejaculation sends your pussy into a frantic dance.Â
Thick waves of his hot cum floods your center, pulsing like lava against your soft insides as a thunderous roar ruptures from his lungs, forcing your sensitive ears down to your head.
Your hands scramble at his shoulders for fistfuls of his utility shirt as you desperately rush to catch his highâgrinding on him in a frenzy until his seed spills out down your ass and thighs.
Jake yelps, his hands quaking on the tree from overstimulation as you bounce hard against him until you finally comeâerupting into a garbled, sore-throated wail. Writhing and whineâweakly tugging and shoving at his shoulders until every last nerve in your body is shattered. Over-sensitized, numb and utterly spent.
You go limp.Â
Your head flops back as Jakeâs falls down like a dead weight onto your shoulder. Panting with his massive, sweaty frame draped over you, holding you up against the tree as he trembles from head to toe.Â
Jesus.Â
If you ever needed a reminder of why youâd started abandoning your work for this shitâŠ
This right here was your evidence.
You both slouch there. Panting like sweaty horses after a race.
You finally roll your dizzy head to the side, and you wonder if Jakeâs fingers have melded to the bark from the way heâs still clutching onto the tree on either side of you.
Itâs impressive. How heâs remained standing this whole time without buckling at the knees entirely.
âJake..." you giggle breathlessly. "How⊠howâre you still standing?â
His laughter is faintly delirious as it bounces jaggedly against your chest, and he draws his head up off of your shoulder, taking an exhausted, half-lidded look at you.
His facial features are completely heavy. Loose and relaxed compared to just moments ago.Â
âPutting these damn legs to use the right way,â he grins.
You laugh, grinning back as you take his cheeks between your palms and drag his sweaty forehead in to rest against your own.
âMade you cum hard, didnât it? I know you like that gun shit. Donât try and hide it.â
His hiss of laughter tickles your lips as it escapes him, his jaw jutting to the side with his tongue in his cheek as he looks down.
A wordless answer.Â
He peels his sticky front from you, and your eyes follow his gaze to the gooey state thatâs now sat between you. Your blue skin glints with a mixture of sweat and cum, the subtle bioluminescent hue of Jakeâs seed glowing around your thighs and pussy.
He whistles, his face turning slappably smug.Â
âDang, doc. Look at the mess youâve made.â
Your mouth falls open in disbelief.
âMy mess?â
Jake chooses to ignore your comment. Instead trailing his lazy, smirking gaze up the length of your body.Â
âBetter get you all cleaned up and back in your little lab coat before Grace starts wondering where you are, hm?â
You bark out an incredulous laugh. âGod, Iâd slap that look straight off those blue cheeks if you werenât so fucking pretty.â
âAw, baby.â He flashes his fangs in a full-blown, wolfish grin. âYou think Iâm pretty, huh?âÂ
He leans in to kiss you, but you stop him in his tracks, pressing a firm finger against his puckered lips.
âAnd because you have extra brownie points forâŠâ
You pause, watching his ears prick forward.
ââŠpleasing me, today.â
Jake chuckles cooly. But the flick of his tail tuft behind him gives him away.
âReally fucking pleasing me.â Your lips roll up into a wicked grin. âYou wanna sleep in my bunk tonight?â
His brows fly up.
âJesus, sweetheart, this not enough for you?â
âNo,â you laugh, tracing a fingertip over the trail of white dots down his nose. âI mean, just... sleep with me. For the night.â Your fingers trace lower, running over both of his lips, making them catch with the drag. âYou look really fucking cute when you make my bed in the morning.â
Jake grins like an idiot.
His gaze falls to your lips, the playfulness in his eyes turning warm and sincere as you let him lean in to deliver a light peck to your lips. âYeah. Iâd love that.âÂ
You give a little giggle, glancing down.Â
The discomfort of the mess between you and the sudden apparent sting from the bark on your back makes you want to get moving.Â
âCome on, Sully. Get your soft cock out of me and pull your damn trousers up. Better clean up this mess of mine before getting back.â
The air conditioning that circulates your room feels chilly against your skin later that night. Hellâs Gate seeming noticeably colder and more clinical.Â
It always feels this way after being out there. After growing accustomed to your Avatarâs larger veins and the temperate climate of the beautiful forest.
But snuggling beneath the covers with Jakeâs comforting arm thrown around you warms you from the inside out, and you wiggle down further, cocooning yourself in him with your leg draped over his.
Jakeâs arms are one of his proudest assets. A place where he can wear the strength from years of wheeling his own bodyweight around. They feel big and comforting as they envelop you, even when his human body is smaller and more vulnerable than his nine foot tall blue version.
Itâs pitch black save for the dim glow of a nearby floodlight outside, providing just enough light through the small window for your eyes to adjust to the swirls of opaque tattoos entwining his arm.
You trace the sharp outlines with your nail idly, feeling a light tug of nerves in the pit of your stomach.
âHey, Jake?â
âYeah, sweetheart?â he mutters.
âIâm sorry,â you mumble. âYou know⊠for all that stuff with the gun today. I donât know what comes over me, Iâm justâŠâ You break off, your fingers plucking anxiously at the material of the tank top over his chest. âEverything feels so different out there⊠You know?â
Jake shifts, and you feel him craning his neck to look at you in the dark.
He brings his other arm across his chest, finding your chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilting your face up towards his.
âHey. No need for apologies, baby.â He leans down to kiss you with lips softer than earlier.
âI get it. I mean...â he chuckles quietly. âLook at me. Iâm the idiot who actually let it happen. Iâm just as dumb and hooked on that crazy stuff as you are.â
You chuckle back. âI know. Itâs just⊠to ask for something like that. I canât believe how insane I really am sometimes.â
âYeah⊠me neither.â
You suck in a sudden, quiet breath.
You see the faint pale outline of his playful smirk, his voice a husky whisper. âWeâre both insane. And I fucking love it.â
His lips meet yours again, and you canât help but break into a slow smile against his mouth. It alleviates some of the lingering nerves that swirl in your belly.
But as Jake settles back onto the pillow, shifting his arm underneath his head with a content exhale through his nose, you find yourself chewing at your lower lip.
Thereâs something else youâd been meaning to ask him tonight.
Something that sends your pulse spiking whenever you consider plucking up the courage to say it out loud.
You try to keep your finger as idle as possible as you trace over his chest.
You decide to just go for it.
Itâs probably as good a time as anyâlying here in the pitch black so he canât see how fucking hard you're blushing.
âJake...â
âMm?â
âIâve been⊠err⊠thinking. About something,â you mumble.
His head shifts again.
âYeah? Whatâs that, love?â
âWell, itâsâŠâ you clear your throat softly. âSort of a... Well, I mean⊠I wanted to know if youâd be interested, first, so I thought Iâd askâŠâ
âOh, Jesus,â he chuckles blithely. âNot sure if Iâm quite ready after todayâs excitement.â
You let out a nervous laugh. âItâs not anything like that.â
âNo?â He squeezes your hip impatiently before bringing his hand up to your hair, raking his fingers in light, gentle strokes through the strands. âWhat is it then, baby? Whatâs got that smart tongue of yours in a twist.â
âWell⊠you know how I love getting to see you drive your Avatar, when Iâm like this. With my own eyes.â
Jakeâs fingers slow down in your hair, almost stilling completely.
Heâs deathly silent, so you hurry on. Sucking on your teeth before releasing a string of words in a tumbling hot flurry.
âI just wondered if maybe youâd wanna get in link and weâd fuck around while Iâm still a human or something.â
You scrunch your eyes shut, your nose crinkled up in a cringe.
You realize your whole body has gone tense, waiting for his reaction, until his fingers slowly resume their steady strokes through your hair.
The thrum of the air conditioning unit hums loudly at the edge of the room, and you feel the heavy weight of the grin in Jakeâs tone when he finally speaks.Â
âAh⊠You want it really big, huh?â
You let out an embarrassed laugh, your face on fire.
âI mean, I think it could be⊠good. From a research standpoint. You know?â
Jake laughs darkly. âOh yeah? That right?â
He rolls into you, squeezing your ass tightly as he kisses you again.
This time it's deeper, the scratchy stubble on his jaw grazing your chin as it moves powerfully against yours, and you giggle, trying to keep the kiss light despite the sudden heat flooding straight through your core.
Meeting Jake out there when you were both driving your Avatars had your blood pumping, sure.
But on those rare occasions you got to see him swagger over to you all blue, towering over you while you were trapped in your human skinâŠ
Well. That was an entirely different game that had your knees on the verge of caving under your weight.
He always seemed extra teasing and playful when you were smaller than him. Crouching down to your level to prod you with his big, blue fingersâflashing you Cheshire grins, ones that seemed far wider and sharper than when you were in your own Avatar.
It was impossible to hold any command over him when he was peering down from five feet above you, and he clearly got a kick out of seeing you get in a fluster over it.
Grace was never fond of him bringing his Avatar into the lab without good reason. And equally there was rarely a good reason for you to be out in the field in an exo-pack, either.Â
It would be a sensitive minefield to navigate.
But...
You have an idea.
And that idea is seeming more attractive by the second from the haziness of currently being locked in Jakeâs all-consuming kiss.
âSo,â you pull back from his mouth to breathe. âWhat do you think?â
âI think I canât say no to this beautiful, smart woman in my arms,â he rumbles, leaning down to press his pandering lips into your neck instead.
âHey.â Your voice comes out firmer as you push him back by his forehead. âDonât get all mushy on me like that when Iâm talking about you jamming your godly Na'vi cock in my human pussy.â
âThere she is,â he chuckles low and devilishly, pulling himself back up level with your face, his breath tickling your lips.
âMm⊠Getting to feel my Avatarâs dick in this tight little thing?â
You gasp as he slides a heavy, warm palm over your pyjama bottoms, slotting his lightly curled fingers into the sensitive gap between your thighs.
âIâd love nothing more, sweetie.âÂ
He kisses you again, slowly. The soft, slick sound of your lips sliding together in the dark sending a fresh spike of heat straight between your legs under the pressure of his massaging fingers.
âI think something can be arranged,â Jake murmurs.
Avatar Jake x Avatar Reader + Human Jake x Human Reader
Word count | 9.3k
Warnings | 18+, explicit smut, gun kink, gun riding, reader gets hella freaky for Jake's gun, fingering, oral, p in v
Summary | You love your job. Science fascinates you. But thereâs something about the way Sully drives his Avatar with that goddamned gun in his arms that you canât get enough of.
It's shameful, really.
How quickly the good little scientist dropped her glasses and turned tail since it all began.
Shameful how easily a couple of roguish grins and low-drawl teases from that stupid ex-marine on wheels had your meticulous research neglectedâgathering dust in a messy, heaped state on your desk.
Shameful how frequent the lying became as you started slipping off to your link unit for extra "field trips" in the name of science. Your self-appointed bodyguard trailing closely at your heels as you'd slink deeper into the vibrant canopy of Pandora. The tuft of your tail ghosting past his t-shirt, his hot breath teasing your neck.
Shameful how pitifully his name rolls like a desperate prayer from the trembling tongue of your Avatar right now. Your cargo shorts discarded at your boots as he pins you face-first against the rough bark of an ancient treeâthe shockingly cold steel of his machine gun barrel prying your thighs apart from behind.
It turns you on to the high fucking heavens seeing that idiot play soldier in his massive suit of blue skin.
And he knows it.
âGod damn, doc, you're soaked.â
Jake's wolf-whistle pierces the forest air like a siren as he leans back to take an appreciative look at the sodden cotton of your panties, using the tilt of his huge gun against your thighs like a tool for inspection.
He lets out an amused grunt, as though the evidence of your arousal is highly entertaining to him.
Bastard.
You whip his side with a hard thwack of your impatient tail, and he leans back in, pressing his dumb, cocky smirk against your cheek. The one that transfers so startlingly to his Avatar.
He lets out a low, vibrating chuckle beside your ear. "What's the science on that?"
âUrghâshut it, smart-ass, and get those fucking fangs on me,â you growl.
You blindly reach back to hook a long, blue finger into the tight slot between his comms strap and the slick skin of his striped throat, giving him a sharp yank down into the crook of your neck.
The close air of Pandora's lush jungle always leaves you both drenched in a thick layer of humidity. Your tactical clothing ruined with dark, heavy sweat stains, your indigo skin tacky and wet.
But you couldn't care less.
If anything, the stifling heat only turns you on more.
You love feeling the smooth, slippery expanse of your massive Na'vi bodies sliding against each other like butter when you fuck.
âSo demanding, baby,â Jake chuckles breathily against your neck, the delicate lavender points of his arched ears retreating back to his head.
Jake's never one to hesitate when you boss him around and call him names. He laps that shit up like it's his remedy. A well-trained soldier eager to please.
He pushes his bodyweight into you, pinning you harder against the tree with his gun grazing dangerously close to the spot that's screaming for it between your legs.
It's a magnificent treeâone that deserves more respect than having such devious activity like this inflicted upon itâbut the guilt evaporates like steam off your skin the second Jake's mouth hits your neck.
His ivory fangs bear down over you rapid pulse point, the sharp tips dragging in a long, languid line all the way to your shoulder, sending a prickly wave of gooseflesh breaking out across your entire body.
They're predatory fangs that could draw serious blood if he really chose to clamp down, and the thrill of it has you trapping your shaky lip with your own canines as a hot pulse of arousal bleeds into your groin.
âFucking hell, Sully...â you quiver, your eyes shutting tightly.
Jake twists you around to face him by the waist, his mouth curled back in a smirking snarl at the sight of your flushed face.
âSuch a filthy little mouth for a nerd.â
His eyes fall sharply to your bottom lip, preying on the slight tremble of it. He brings his thumb up, brushing the rough pad over to release the swell from it's grip.
You're quick to sweep your tongue out to get a taste of his thumb tip before he can retract it, giving the end a soft, wet dab.
It tastes bitter. Like gun oil and metal.
Fuck. You love his gun.
You take the tip of his thumb between your lips more desperately, heavily moaning your approvalâyour head bobbing as you give it a series of light, teasing sucks while gazing up at him through your lashes.
Sucking his fingers is a little trick you've discovered that always has him losing his shit.
Even in his most cocksure of moods.
His eyes go dark and hooded, a deep, gravelly groan reverberating in his throat as he watches. He growls a low, breathless "fuck", swooping down to your lips to catch your muffled gasp in his mouth.
As you lose your mind to the slide of Jake's possessive kiss, whining as that spit-wet thumb now makes its way down to roll your nipple into a hard, aching peak beneath your tank top, you're harshly reminded of how you'd fallen so deep into this gritty pit in the first damn place.
Wasting your afternoons to fuck around with Sully in your Avatar instead of working had spiraled into a regular occurrence.
An addiction you couldn't seem to shake. A high you couldn't stop chasing.
To say he'd become a distraction from your research would be a laughable understatement.
You knew he was going to be nothing but trouble from the moment he first rolled into the Avatar compound and introduced himself. Blindsiding you from analyzing the DNA sequencing of a Stingbat with a warm, firm handshake and the sort of charming grin that crawled under your skin and stayed there.
So when it all started snowballing, inevitablyârecklesslyâyou couldn't exactly bring yourself to blame your own damned weakness.
âJust need to get my hands on that one last sample before I compile it,â you'd straight-up lie to Grace whenever she'd ask why you were jumping back into link again when you were supposed to be writing your reports from yesterdays trip.
The very trip you'd spent sprawled out under the spiraling pink fans of Helicoradian plantsâwrithing in ecstasy with the incredible, heavy tongue of Jake's Avatar embedded deep between your thighs. Lapping you upâhurling you mercilessly into a dimension that easily beat the paradise of Pandora.
âAt least eat something when you get back, for God's sake,â Grace would complain, rubbing her temples without a glance up from her monitors. âAnd make sure Sully's looking after you out there. Last thing I need is losing your expensive as shit Avatar to a damn Thanator.â
He'd roll into your room on silent wheels late in the evenings.
That up-to-no-good grin plastered all over his face as your fingers flew over your laptop keys in an frantic rush to upload your backlog of data.
âJust taking the boss a coffee,â was usually his choice of bluff whenever he bumped into anyone in the tight dormitory corridor.
His offering never did stand a chance of being consumed before going cold. Your glasses discarded on your laptop next to it as you'd find your limbs in a tangle with his beneath the rough sheets of your cramped, metal bunk bed. Making outâhot and heavyâas though playing with each other in your Avatars all afternoon hadn't been enough. Jake's savvy fingers slipping eagerly under the waistband of your pyjama bottoms while yours coursed through the thick, gorgeous waves of his chocolate hair.
Jake's dirty talk is a dangerous game.
But his sweet talk is the real lethal killer.
He'd linger at shoulder some early mornings in the communal lab space, having seemingly nothing better to do with himself.
Openly snooping on your data, his sharp, stubbly jaw resting flush against your shoulder as you'd sit hunched over your desk with your eye pressed tightly to the microscope.
âYou know how gorgeous you look while you work?â he'd murmur lazily next to your ear, the vibration of his rugged voice tickling your skin, his lips ghosting the base of your neck like you were supposed to be able to ignore it. âSo damn sexy. Inspiring me to go do some more of that hands-on research with you later.â
âJake, stop. I really need to focus,â you'd protest with a slightly breathless giggle. A light slip of sound that was always your first mistake.
A subtle open door that would fuel Jake's flameâinviting him to drag his warm, open-mouthed kiss up your neck, leaving you right on the ragged edge of caving in your seat until you'd both sharply snap apart at the sound of the lab doors hissing open with Norm waltzing in, whistling to himself in cheerful oblivion.
Norm.
Norm knows.
He has to, from walking in on so many of these frighteningly close calls in the lab.
And from the way the atmosphere hangs heavy with a weight that's not just the humidity when he joins you both out in the field. The two of you harvesting samples together with Sully trailing in your strideâcarrying his heavy-duty machine gun in his huge blue hands like it's a sleek, lightweight toy.
There's not a shred of doubt that Norm wonders why your eyes flick back to him so often.
But you can't help it.
You get a kick out of finding Jake looking at you with that lazy, vicious grin playing on his face. His heavy eyes sweeping over your body like it's a piece of prey he's tracking and fully intends to devour once he's pinned it.
But Norm keeps his mouth.
Because he's a good little scientist, like you used to be.
You love your job. Science still fascinates you like it always has.
But there's something about the way Sully drives his Avatar with that goddamned gun in his arms that you just can't get enough of.
You peel his clingy teeth from your lips with effort, your palms colliding against the coarse material of his backpack straps as you shove him backâhard.
Hard enough to make him stumble back over his muddy combat boots with a dorky, lopsided grin creeping up over his face.
His striking feline eyes flick between yours expectantly, the soft green flecks in the citrine of his irises mirroring the lush foliage around you. They're pretty eyesâones you often find yourself chewing your pen lid over during those long, dragging mornings in the lab.
You straighten up against the tree, levelling your gaze with his.
âPut it in me, Sully.â
Jake loves a direct order. Thrives on it, even.
It has the marine in him lighting up like a spark off a live wire.
His grin turns crooked, his yellow eyes suddenly swimming with barely restrained mischief.
âYes, ma'am.â
He pushes his rolled shirt sleeve a notch higher up his bicep, the leaves crunching on the soil beneath him as he adjusts his footing to haul the hefty steel beast up.
You admire the power in those striped forearms as he easily guides the tip of the barrel back between your legs, trailing it up your sensitive inner thighs with slow precision until the cold, flat muzzle rests flush again the brewing heat of your panties.
You peer down at the sight, your ears drooping helplessly to your head at the metal touching your throbbing pussy.
A shaky sigh slips past your slips as your knees buckle inward, your thighs pinching at the heavy weapon. âFuck, yeah. That's what I'm talking about.â
Jake guides the tip in slow, gentle strokes through the wet seam of your folds, using it to spread your own slick up over your aching clit.
âMm. You like that?â
His voice vibrates in his throat like sexy, low-drawl honeyâa sound good enough in itself to get you offâand a hearty moan breaks out of your chest as your pussy pulses in agreement.
You roll your impatient hips over the hard, unyielding edge of it as you lock your hooded eyes onto him. âMm, fuck. I want it inside me. Put your big, hard gun in my pussy, Sully.â
Jake's eyes snap up like a magnet at your dirty words, landing squarely on your parted mouth.
You can tell it's short-circuited his brain from how his eyelids have gone heavy, from the way they hover half-closed as he slowly blinks.
You grin. He always looks so fucking adorable when he gets drunk on his own arousal.
He lets out a low huff of air, his ears giving a small flick as he tilts his head with trance-like slowness. His eyes still stuck on your lips.
âBetter get those panties down for me then, angel.â
You hook two fingers into the waistband of your briefs, pulling them down with a shimmy of your thighs and letting the sodden piece of material drop onto your heaped cargo shorts at your boots.
Jake's nostrils flare, his pupils gaping wide as his gaze drops to the sight.
âFuck, mama...â
His long tail sways with weight as he crouches down close, feasting his wide eyes on your bare, blue cunt.
His heavy gun is sidelined, thudding softly into the leaves next to him as his hand approaches your swollen, glinting slit with a mind of it's own.
âShe looks hungry,â he chuckles like a distracted child, touching you without a shred of hesitation.
Jake's primal fascination with the body of your Avatar is still raw and all-consuming, even after having played with it enough times to think he'd be used to it by now.
You'd make a dig at him if you weren't already gasping at the delicious pressure of his fingers on your clit.
It sends an electric pulse through you as he glides his fingertips over the bump, down to the slick, arousal-swollen center of your parted folds. His welcome touch releases a hot surge of your pent-up arousal, and Jake's ears twitch and flatten at the loud moans it wrings from your throat.
âGod damn... Beggin' for my big gun, aren't you, pretty?â He grins, his glinting teeth flashing.
His tail undulates wildly behind him as he taps your ankle.
âLift up for me, sweetheart. Let's get these shorts off.â
You lift your feet as he strips them off over your chunky boots, tossing them aside while you sink back against the tree with your legs spread invitingly.
Jake coasts his fingers down your pussy once more, teasing another sharp inhale into your lungs and making your walls flutter, before sliding them underneath to find your entrance.
He dips a fingertip inside. Circling it tantalizingly around your wet, begging hold before adding another, sinking both of the thick, long digits into the hilt in one confident plunge.
Oh fuck. That stretch.
It has you dissolving into a shaky, pinch-browed groan, your head rolling back to the tree as his curled fingers start moving in and out of you with agonizing slowness.
âYeah... that good, baby?â Jake purrs, watching his gleaming blue fingers disappear and reappear in a hypnotizing rhythm.
âSo good,â you whine, your back arching off the tree as you fidget under his fingering. âI need more though, Jake. Your gun. Please.â
When there's no responseânone of his usual teasing or quick-witted remarks, you furrow your brows, wondering what the hell he's doing.
âJake?...â
You roll your head forward from the tree to peer down at him.
He's staring. Frozen. Looking like a starved man who's been lost out in the jungle for days.
His ears have fully folded back in a tight streamline against his head, his irises reduced to razor-thin rings around his blown out, pitch-black pupils.
Fuck sake. Not this again.
He's lost himself.
This happens sometimes, when his face gets too close to your pussyâthe tangy scent of your juices and pheromones searing his sensitive nostrils and devouring his rational mind entirely.
It's the cost that comes with fucking in these Na'vi skins. Of inhabiting creatures driven by blood and instincts far sharper than any human's, and even after the many afternoons you've spent fooling around out here together, poor Jake is still very much at the mercy of it.
You rarely scold him for it. After allâyou get your own kicks out of seeing him completely disarmed and ravishing your body with an intensity that's just not possible in human form.
But on days like today, when you just want him to stay focused and give you what you asked for... his distraction is an inconvenience.
âFuck, I... I just need to taste it...â Jake finally stutters, succumbing clumsily to his knees with a heavy thud against the leaves, his tail giving a sharp flick behind him as he leans in.
You open your mouth to object, but it's too late.
He's already there. Nuzzling his flat, broad nose against your mound with a ragged groan. His top lip brushing up and down the hood of your clit as his tongue sweeps out to thirstily lap up the slick arousal that's coating your soft folds.
âJACOB!â you gaspâhalf moaning it, half scoldingâyour eyes turning to saucers as your hands fly down to the top of his head.
You don't know if you want to pull him in all the way. Get him to sink that fantastic tongue in until it makes you pop, or push him away, and tell him to stick to the goddamn plan.
Fuck. It's too good for the latter.
You let out a heavy sigh, melting back against the tree with your eyes fluttering. Giving in for a moment to enjoy the sweet, sweet relief his mouth provides for your craving center, while Jake emits a satisfied rumble from deep in his chest.
His big hands hover lightly at your hipbones while he completely loses himself in worshipping the shrine between your legs, his knees splaying out wider against the dirt as he devours you with licks and sucks of perfect rhythm and pressure.
Your legs tremble as he pulls your clit into his mouth, giving the little bead a dab with his tongue before releasing it and repeating. Shifting further under you, trailing the tip of his tongue in a point from the back of your slit to the front before breaking into wide, firm strokes, his sharp teeth grazing your delicate skin.
Sweet fucking Jesus, it's heavenly.
Jake's talent for cunnilingus proved itself the first time he went down on you in human form, in your bunk bed during those early nights of getting intimate.
You hadn't expected muchâgiven past experience with men not always knowing what goes where or really caring to find outâso when you giggled with your knees hitched under the covers as he shimmied himself down between your thighs, his playful blue eyes locked on yours as his tongue started a slow, sensual dance with you... it's safe to say he blew your expectations completely out of the water.
It made you laugh when he told you it was his secret weapon.
But it was true.
Having lost function in his genitals from being paralyzed from the waist down, Jake had to make up for what he lacked between his legs in other ways.
More creative ones.
It was mind-blowing, how he'd build you up so silently. Getting you to the point of writhing and grasping for fistfuls of the bedsheets as your shaking hips lifted to chase his mouth, and only at that point would he do that incomprehensible thing with his thumbâsomething you'll never truly understandâhaving you popped over your white-peaked edge in a mere matter of moments.
It was lethal.
Terrifying, actually. Transferring that kind of godly talent to his nine foot feline form.
One with two strong, working legsâand a third one hanging between them.
It was enough to de-throne you at your best.
âOh, god,â you mewl, your ankles threatening to give way under the hot, mounting pressure that's tightening between your hips. âJakeâplease, I want your gun. Don't make me come like this.â You dig your fingers further into the silky strands of hair on top of his head to haul him away quickly before he can get you thereâripping his mouth from its tight seal around your pulsing clit.
He's panting hard as he looks up at youâa complete, undone wreck with his lips obscenely wet with your juices. More dark, messy strands of his disheveled hair have escaped his braid and cling to his sweaty forehead, and he draws himself up confidently, taking your face in both his hands as he leans in to smother your mouth with his in one swift motion.
His tongue pushes into your mouth possessivelyâdelivering the tangy taste of you thats coating itâand he swallows your muffled moan with his own deeper one, pushing you up against the tree with his body flush to yours.
His hasty hands roam over you hungrily, his knees bending as he gropes your ass and titsâpulling you up and pinning you against the bark with short, rhythmic grinds of his hips.
Your stomach tightens as you feel the outline of his rock hard erection pushing into you, throbbing like a heartbeat beneath his cargos.
âWhich gun do you want?â he pants breathlessly as he breaks from your mouth, trailing his crude smirk in hot, wet kisses across your jawline and down your neck.
He recoils with a sharp grunt as you suddenly jab a long finger hard into his ribsâa warning that your impatience for his cocky games is running very thin.
âOw! Fuck. Alright, alright.â
He peels himself off of you with sulking reluctance, swallowing hard to try and control his ragged breathing as he drops back down to a crouch to pick up his gun from the dirt.
âBetter give the lady what she wants, then,â he mutters to himself, taking a firm grip on the handle as he draws the weapon back up between your legsâand this time, he keeps his focus locked.
You brace yourself with your hands on the tree either side of you, your heart fluttering fast as Jake works to position the blunt, heavy barrel at the entrance of your pussy.
Once he seems satisfied that all systems are go, his eyes flick up to yours, waiting for permission.
âReady?â
âYes! Just fucking put it in already, Jesus,â you growl.
He moves at your command, slowly pushing the cylindrical metal up into you, and it sinks through your slick folds.
The hard, cold width of the barrel stretching you open to fill the craving, empty space inside you.
Your head slams back against the tree, the frustration in your voice from mere seconds ago melting and liquefying into something carnal.
âFUCK, Sully.â
You groan between tight lips as Jake retracts it, before sliding it in furtherâslipping the steel inside you with the smooth lubricant of your own arousal. The stretch burns like fire, the cool metal already starting to warm from the frictionâfrom your pussy walls squeezing and clenching at it hungrily.
âOh, Jake. It's so fucking good.â
âYeah? Tell me how you want it, baby.â
âFaster,â you whine.
Jake picks up the pace immediately. The muscles in his arms and shoulders bunching under the strain of lifting such a heavy-duty weapon and moving it with enough deliberate control to not hurt you.
He hitches a knee up to rest his elbow on as he works, taking some of the weight off his arms as he readjusts his grip on the stock with a grunt, his breathing growing heavy as he pumps the machine gun into you with quick, firm thrusts.
âThat fast enough, doc?â
âMhm! More, Jake, please!âÂ
Your hips grow reckless, rolling down to meet each of his thrusts at its deepest, and it tightens the ache thatâs coiling inside you each time the blunt tip of the barrel strikes hard against a spot of pressure.
A pressure thatâs going to be the death of you if it carries on building.Â
You clutch your breast through your tank top, tugging and playing with your erect nipple while your other hand flies down to your clit to deliver quick, frantic circles, and the heightening of pleasure it provides has his name erupting from your throat in a loud cry.
âFuck, baby,â Jake breathes hoarsely. âYouâre gonna make me lose it doing that.âÂ
He lunges upâtoo needy to merely watch you writhe in pleasure from a passive crouch beneath youâand leans over to catch your gasping lips, kissing you clumsily as the heavy weapon rocks chaotically between your bodies.
Jake canât help his unbridled hips as they start to roll blindly against the hard handle of the weapon, an attempt to grind out some relief for the leaking bulge thats cooped up in his cargos.Â
It has him spilling a groan into your mouth, his brows pinched together tightly, and itâs not long before the pathetic pleading starts tumbling out of him against your lips.Â
âGod, let me fuck you with this blue dick, baby, please? Iâm so hard. I wanna cum in that sweet pussy so fuckinâ bad.â
âNot yet,â you hiss, clamping your fangs down on his bottom lip.
His twitching hips falter on the metal, and you can tell heâs holding back a whimper.
Your own climax is pulsing like a threat around the unyielding cylinder inside you as you pull away from Jakeâs dumb, chasing mouth.
You gaze at him for a moment through heavy lids.
Taking in his flushed, sweat-sheened face. His pretty bioluminescent freckles that faintly pulse with his arousal.
âLoad it, Sully.â
Your firm words slice the air like a knife.
The whir of nature from the surrounding expanse of trees dials up sharply, and Jakeâs hips instantly freeze.
You glance down at his crotch. Watching as the thick outline of his cock throbs visibly against the sudden stillness of his body.
The hungry thing has already made a mess of his cargos, spilling some of his much needed release in a blooming, damp patch of glowing pre-cum at the tip.
He blinks, barking out a quick, uncertain laugh.Â
âWhat?âÂ
You hold his gaze.Â
âYou heard me.â
A soft, nervous chuckle, his ears flattening.
âCome on, sweetheart⊠Thatâs too far.âÂ
"Oh... sorry, Jake," you giggle. A sweet, bubbly sound that catches him off guard, and his ears lift slightly from the sides of his head. "It's just, I was under the impression you werenât such a pussy.â
The throat strap of his comms shifts with the heavy, nervous bob of his Adamâs apple, his lips hanging parted at the drop of your tone.
Your hand brushes past his as you lean forward and wrap your fingers around the gun grip, deliberately dragging the heavy, charcoal shaft deeper inside you.
âDonât make me ask again, Sully. Or I might have to tell Grace youâve been slacking.â
Ok.
You canât deny it. You took things a little too far, sometimes.
Got a little⊠wild, out here in the forest.Â
Blame it on the foreign composition of Pandoraâs atmosphere, or the rash impulses of the Naâvi blood running through your veins.
Youâd feel sorry for poor Jake for having to put up with this untamed, gun-crazed kink of yours, except that was never the case at all.
He gets off on the thrill of danger just as much as you do, and although the extent of your requests had undoubtedly grown more⊠extreme, since your first escapadesâJake hadnât denied you anything yet.Â
He can't resist a challenge thrown his way.Â
Itâs in his blood, human or not.Â
But above all, he can never say no to his favorite, precious little scientist.
He huffs an uneasy laugh as he glances to the side, his brows furrowed with his head cocking slightly as though heâs still trying to wrap it around the order.
Itâs hard not to home in on the sweat that glistens on his cheekbones and nose. Or the sharp crunch of leaves under his clunky combat boots as his feet shuffle nervously below you.Â
He finally rolls his broad shoulder. A heavy click resonating as he cracks his neck.
âAlright.âÂ
His throat muscles jump in another rough bob as he takes a wary glance down to where the gun is still buried inside you, and thereâs not an ounce of playfulness left in his yellow eyes when they snap back up to meet yours, his husky voice dropping an octave.
âOnly for a second, though. Ok?â
You nod quickly. Holding your breath the way youâre holding onto the climax you so desperately want as Jake slowly stabilizes the robust frame of the machine gun.
His tail twitches erratically behind him as he slowly draws his long fingers to rest over the charging handle.Â
Your heartbeat pounds against your ribs as they hover there.
And then he takes the plunge.
A quick, sharp inhaleâand he racks the bolt.
The heavy, mechanical clack-clack of the weapon cycling sends a sharp vibration straight through the barrel buried inside your pussy, the sound making both of your ears twitch in unison.
Fuck.Â
There it is.
Loaded ammunition inside you.
A breathless hush seems to fall over the trees. The only sound the thrum of your pulse like rushing water in your ears as you stare at your own round eyes reflected in the black mirror of Jake's pupils.
And then your pussy pulses in demand.Â
You grind. Once. Rolling over the steel that now buzzes with the terrifying weight of a live round chambered right inside you.
And then againâfeeling that deep, delicious ache of the weapon pressing at your insides. Digging into your g-spot and shooting a spine-tingling spike of heat straight through you.Â
Your body takes control.
Your hips slip into a fast, shallow rhythm, and you resume rubbing quick, rapid circles against your clit. Humping your hand unashamedly like an untamed animal in front of Jakeâs dumbfounded stare.
An immense, hot convulsion of pleasure surges through your core and down your legsâyour pussy beating and fluttering around his gunâand a throaty moan tears out of you, your eyes going hazy at the edges as you hold Jake's sharp, petrified ones.Â
His grip on the gun is like iron, his whole body taut as he tries to stop his hand from trembling violently over the giant body of metal. Terrified that one wrong twitch of his fingers or one violent squeeze of your walls will slip the safety.
âOh fuckâJakeâkeep it inside me, Iâm gonnaââ
Your plea trails off as your climax creeps up tremendously, forcing the breath still in your lungs. Your hips bob in little rigid shudders over the hazardous toy inside you as you reach the brink, your fingers losing all strength and smushing clumsily against your peaking clit.
Itâs a fight to keep your eyes openâyour vision turning white and starryâbut you canât miss the sight of Jake watching you help yourself to orgasm over his gun.Â
His gorgeous feline features are a picture of agonizing torment.
You can tell itâs taking every solid inch of his strength to restrain from tearing the gun away as fast as possible. To chuck it a mile and fuck you himself instead.
But he holds it. Letting you ride it to completion like you asked. His blown out eyes trained between your shaking thighs as your sweet bliss crashes down on you.
Your eyes clamp shut. your body shuddering as a guttural shriek rips from your lungs, and the back of your head cracks violently against the rough bark behind you.
Waves. All you can feel is waves. Delicious, crashing waves. Tight, heavenly waves that pulse and squeeze at the smooth metal inside you, turning your legs hollow and weightless.
Waves that are suddenly shattered as Jake ruthlessly rips the length of the barrel from your convulsing pussy.
He un-cocks it. Hastily.Â
Dropping the deadly thing to the ground from his vice-like grip like itâs something born of the devil.
âOh my⊠fuck. BabyââÂ
His wired eyes are trained on you, suddenly flaming with gold, his flustered fingers blindly fumbling to unclip the utility belt that suffocates his waist.Â
The straps slip from his shoulders, the weight of his backpack hitting the forest floor behind him with a heavy, dead thud.
And then he lunges.Â
Trapping your slumped, slack body against the tree. Pouncing on you with a predatory force that might scare you if your brain wasn't so clouded over from ecstasy.
The impact punches a breathless whine out of you, the ridges of bark clawing unforgivingly at your back, and you know it's leaving marks on your poor Avatars back for days.
Jakeâs already pinned your wrists above your head, locking them both in the inescapable band of his hand while he clumsily battles the buckle of his belt in the other.
âYou scare the goddamn shit out of me with that stuff, you know that?âÂ
His bellowing voice is reprimanding as he brutally breaks his belt open, yanking his cargos down in one sharp tug that lets his thick erection snap up against his stomach.
âWhy you gotta do that to me sweetie, huh?â
You canât help but let out a chuckle despite the dizzying whirl of adrenaline that's making your head spin, your gaze dropping to the profusely leaking, lavender tip of his cock as it bobs beneath you.
âThis doesnât look that scared to me, soldierâŠâ
He opens his mouthâprobably with some witty remark ready to fire backâbut it dies in his throat, overruled by his need to sink his throbbing dick inside you before he ruins himself up your front.
It really is beautiful like the rest of him, and it suddenly looks infinitely more appealing than cold metal as he spreads your thighs wider with a rough, heavy shove of his knee.Â
He bullies his hips in between yours, lining the steaming wet flare of his cock-head against your entrance, and it draws one last lazy, residual orgasmic twitch out of your walls.
Thereâs many great things about fucking out here, in the vast, echoing expanse of Pandoraâs jungle.
One of them being just how much noise you could make.Â
Neither of you ever needed to hold back from letting undignified sounds spill from your mouths as you lost your minds over one another. Not without a soul within miles to hear such unearthly resonance.
Unlike the constant threat of being overhead through the paper thin walls of your dorm room back at Hell's Gate, the forest was your perfect, soundproof playground. A place that gave you the ultimate freedom to fuck each other however loudly you desiredâan endless opportunity to let loose like feral, savage beasts.
And you both made the most of it.
Jakeâs booming, chest-deep âMURRGHHâ rattles you to the bones as he lifts you off the ground with his powerful thighs in a single, brutal upward thrust, his buttocks clenched rock-hard as his cock spears you to the hilt.Â
The roar is enough to scatter a troop of swinging Prolemuris in the trees nearby, and that delicious, white-hot sting of the sudden penetration has you matching him with a piercing shriek of your own.
He fits your pussy flush like a gloveâhis Naâvi anatomy tailor-made to ruin youâand the deep, fulfilling ache of the stretch has your toes curling hard inside your boots.Â
Itâs even better than his loaded machine gun.Â
Much better.
Your eyes roll straight into the back of your skull as he single-handedly rearranges your brain chemistry with another deep, sharp thrust, putting words into your mouth that you barely even recognize as your own.Â
âOh my god⊠Sully, fuck meâNOW!â
Jake doesnât waste a fucking second.Â
He drives into immediate, frantic actionâhis pelvis rutting up rapidly into yours, his cock slipping in and out of your tight, silky slit with ease.
âHohh-shit baby, thatâs it,â he pants raggedly, the glowing freckles tracking his forehead flaring fiercely through the messy strands of his hair, lighting up with his spiking pulseâhis eyes rolling back for a split second. âFuck, you feel like heaven. So wet for me angel. So fuckinâ good for me.â
He hooks the hand that isn't pinning your wrists into the hem of his grey sweat-stained t-shirt with a grunt, wrenching the unwanted fabric up and out of the way in a jagged line.Â
It reveals the intricate strings of bioluminescence that drape down his toned stomach, trailing in bright streams to the solid V-line of his lower abdomen that funnels directly to the base of his pounding cock.
Jesus fucking Christ.Â
The sight of Jakeâs naked Avatar never failed to completely destroy all of your inhibitions.
The combination of the sheer, muscular anatomy with the majestic prettiness of it is simply mind boggling, and youâre not sure if youâll ever be able to wrap your little scientific brain around how such a god-forsaken thing grew in a lab when it looks like it should have fallen straight from the skies.Â
It leaves you weak to the very core every time you see it, and even in the desperate, deep throes of being pounded and crushed by him, you canât help but take a moment to simply stare at the stunning sight of his torso.
Your poor eyes are ripped away as he jerks your own vest up over your breasts in a jagged motion.
âMm, yeah. Nice little tits, arenât they, doc?â Jake hisses, pulling his t-shirt up higher so he can press his broad chest right against yours. The friction of his slick, bare skin rubbing your nipples into stiff peaks.
He drops your wrists from their shackle above your head only to hoist one of your legs up and over his shoulder with a rough hand, making you gasp, while the fingers of his other wrap tightly around your erect nipple to give it a tight, bruising squeeze.
âTakin' my cock like such a good little scientist.â
He slams up into you, pinching his lip between his teeth with the effort as he funnels his glazed, fuck-drunk eyes into yours, and you splutter out a choked cry as the new angle has his cock-head ramming deeper into your cervix.
The mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating, and it has a string of undignified, strangled curses spewing from your mouth. The unadulterated, filthy kind you could never be caught dead releasing within the rigid confines of Hellâs Gate.
Not unless you wanted to lose your damn job.
âSuch a tight little cunt,â Jake wheezes through gritted, bared teeth, his tail wrapping in a tight coil around his muscular thigh to steady himself, and you know heâs on the brink from the garbled filth that starts pouring out of him.Â
âDirty little slut, ainâtcha? Bad gal. Lettinâ me fuck you senseless like this when you should be working. Mad lil scientist. Crazy littleââ
He barks out a breathless, hysterical chuckleâ sounding borderline insaneâbefore faltering with a soft, whiney crack in his voice.Â
âOh fuck, mamaââ
You adored the mouthy trash talk that would spew from Jake right when he was about to explode into smithereens.
But the sound you practically worshipped during the heated throes was his whimpering.
There was something so utterly exhilarating about hearing a rugged, capable man like Jake make such a vulnerable little noise at the power your body held over him that never failed to have your panties dripping.
Youâd been hooked ever since you first heard it escape him one afternoon, while you had his thick, twitching shaft buried deep in your throat, the muscles of his striped thighs trembling and bunching underneath you from the suck of your mouth.
It seemed to only come out when he was hovering at the edge of complete ruin, his inhibitions completely obliterated over the loud, pulsating thrum of his own sexual pleasure.Â
It was shameful to admit it, but it became your personal mission to actively coax this gorgeous sound out of Jake for your own pleasure.Â
Whether that meant rubbing the strangely hyper-sensitive spot under his tail that seemed to push him over the brink a bit too quickly, or pulling your mouth away to lick lazily at the leaking slit of his cock right when he was about to cum. Tormenting him while the tip oozed and begged for more, his head rolling back as he let out a sexy, chest-heaving whimper.
It gave you something to play in your head while you fingered yourself on nights when he wasnât sharing your bunk bed with you.Â
But best of all... it gave you something to tease him with.Â
Ammunition to rein him in whenever heâd start getting too cocky for his own damn good.
You loved having that needy little noise to pull out of your pocket whenever he got a bit too big for his boots.
It kept that soldier in line.Â
Jakeâs hands slam onto the tree either side of your head, his fingers clawing into the ridges of bark as he clamps his teeth down hard on his bottom lip.Â
It's a cute effort to stifle the pathetic whimper thatâs begging to burst from his throat right next to your ear. You admire it.
But unfortunately for him, his neck is exposed.Â
The perfect weak spot right next to your lips.
You dig your teeth hard into the slick flesh as you roll your hips up into each of his punishing thrusts. The heavy, rhythmic smash of his pelvic bone against yours making your walls clamp around his cock in a relentless chokehold.
It wheedles that sweet, sweet whimper right out of his lungs, spilling a ladle of heat directly into the bowl of your belly.
âArgh, fuck, bad girl.â Jakeâs face contorts into a pretty mask of agony from your sharp bite and pure, unadulterated ecstasy from your fluttering walls. âGonna make me cum.âÂ
His thrusts turn jerky. Quick and chaotic, his cock swelling against the constraint of your slick teasing walls. The length pulsates in steady, rhythmic throbs, nudging at the deep pit of your insides as though giving a warning of the incoming explosion.
âMm, do it, make mama proud and shove me full of your glowing cum, soldier,â you moan, cupping either side of his face between your hands.
You pull his ear to your lips. Slipping in a quiet, devastating whisper.Â
âI want you to fill me up like your bullets would.âÂ
Itâs enough to have Jake tumbling over his wall of white-hot bliss like a weak fool.
âOh fuck, doc,â he grinds out, his voice seething out between his teeth as his screwed-up face rolls to the heavens for mercy, his ears clamped flat against his skull as he slams home, and you can feel his knees buckling under you. âOh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckââ
His orgasm has him stiffening up. His quivering hips pinning you in a tight hold against the tree as the release starts leaking out into youâhot and wet and throbbing against the enticing clench of your walls, before erupting violently.Â
âJAKE!â Your eyes slam shut in a tight squeeze as the sweet rhythm of his ejaculation sends your pussy into a frantic dance.Â
Thick waves of his hot cum floods your center, pulsing like lava against your soft insides as a thunderous roar ruptures from his lungs, forcing your sensitive ears down to your head.
Your hands scramble at his shoulders for fistfuls of his utility shirt as you desperately rush to catch his highâgrinding on him in a frenzy until his seed spills out down your ass and thighs.
Jake yelps, his hands quaking on the tree from overstimulation as you bounce hard against him until you finally comeâerupting into a garbled, sore-throated wail. Writhing and whineâweakly tugging and shoving at his shoulders until every last nerve in your body is shattered. Over-sensitized, numb and utterly spent.
You go limp.Â
Your head flops back as Jakeâs falls down like a dead weight onto your shoulder. Panting with his massive, sweaty frame draped over you, holding you up against the tree as he trembles from head to toe.Â
Jesus.Â
If you ever needed a reminder of why youâd started abandoning your work for this shitâŠ
This right here was your evidence.
You both slouch there. Panting like sweaty horses after a race.
You finally roll your dizzy head to the side, and you wonder if Jakeâs fingers have melded to the bark from the way heâs still clutching onto the tree on either side of you.
Itâs impressive. How heâs remained standing this whole time without buckling at the knees entirely.
âJake..." you giggle breathlessly. "How⊠howâre you still standing?â
His laughter is faintly delirious as it bounces jaggedly against your chest, and he draws his head up off of your shoulder, taking an exhausted, half-lidded look at you.
His facial features are completely heavy. Loose and relaxed compared to just moments ago.Â
âPutting these damn legs to use the right way,â he grins.
You laugh, grinning back as you take his cheeks between your palms and drag his sweaty forehead in to rest against your own.
âMade you cum hard, didnât it? I know you like that gun shit. Donât try and hide it.â
His hiss of laughter tickles your lips as it escapes him, his jaw jutting to the side with his tongue in his cheek as he looks down.
A wordless answer.Â
He peels his sticky front from you, and your eyes follow his gaze to the gooey state thatâs now sat between you. Your blue skin glints with a mixture of sweat and cum, the subtle bioluminescent hue of Jakeâs seed glowing around your thighs and pussy.
He whistles, his face turning slappably smug.Â
âDang, doc. Look at the mess youâve made.â
Your mouth falls open in disbelief.
âMy mess?â
Jake chooses to ignore your comment. Instead trailing his lazy, smirking gaze up the length of your body.Â
âBetter get you all cleaned up and back in your little lab coat before Grace starts wondering where you are, hm?â
You bark out an incredulous laugh. âGod, Iâd slap that look straight off those blue cheeks if you werenât so fucking pretty.â
âAw, baby.â He flashes his fangs in a full-blown, wolfish grin. âYou think Iâm pretty, huh?âÂ
He leans in to kiss you, but you stop him in his tracks, pressing a firm finger against his puckered lips.
âAnd because you have extra brownie points forâŠâ
You pause, watching his ears prick forward.
ââŠpleasing me, today.â
Jake chuckles cooly. But the flick of his tail tuft behind him gives him away.
âReally fucking pleasing me.â Your lips roll up into a wicked grin. âYou wanna sleep in my bunk tonight?â
His brows fly up.
âJesus, sweetheart, this not enough for you?â
âNo,â you laugh, tracing a fingertip over the trail of white dots down his nose. âI mean, just... sleep with me. For the night.â Your fingers trace lower, running over both of his lips, making them catch with the drag. âYou look really fucking cute when you make my bed in the morning.â
Jake grins like an idiot.
His gaze falls to your lips, the playfulness in his eyes turning warm and sincere as you let him lean in to deliver a light peck to your lips. âYeah. Iâd love that.âÂ
You give a little giggle, glancing down.Â
The discomfort of the mess between you and the sudden apparent sting from the bark on your back makes you want to get moving.Â
âCome on, Sully. Get your soft cock out of me and pull your damn trousers up. Better clean up this mess of mine before getting back.â
The air conditioning that circulates your room feels chilly against your skin later that night. Hellâs Gate seeming noticeably colder and more clinical.Â
It always feels this way after being out there. After growing accustomed to your Avatarâs larger veins and the temperate climate of the beautiful forest.
But snuggling beneath the covers with Jakeâs comforting arm thrown around you warms you from the inside out, and you wiggle down further, cocooning yourself in him with your leg draped over his.
Jakeâs arms are one of his proudest assets. A place where he can wear the strength from years of wheeling his own bodyweight around. They feel big and comforting as they envelop you, even when his human body is smaller and more vulnerable than his nine foot tall blue version.
Itâs pitch black save for the dim glow of a nearby floodlight outside, providing just enough light through the small window for your eyes to adjust to the swirls of opaque tattoos entwining his arm.
You trace the sharp outlines with your nail idly, feeling a light tug of nerves in the pit of your stomach.
âHey, Jake?â
âYeah, sweetheart?â he mutters.
âIâm sorry,â you mumble. âYou know⊠for all that stuff with the gun today. I donât know what comes over me, Iâm justâŠâ You break off, your fingers plucking anxiously at the material of the tank top over his chest. âEverything feels so different out there⊠You know?â
Jake shifts, and you feel him craning his neck to look at you in the dark.
He brings his other arm across his chest, finding your chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilting your face up towards his.
âHey. No need for apologies, baby.â He leans down to kiss you with lips softer than earlier.
âI get it. I mean...â he chuckles quietly. âLook at me. Iâm the idiot who actually let it happen. Iâm just as dumb and hooked on that crazy stuff as you are.â
You chuckle back. âI know. Itâs just⊠to ask for something like that. I canât believe how insane I really am sometimes.â
âYeah⊠me neither.â
You suck in a sudden, quiet breath.
You see the faint pale outline of his playful smirk, his voice a husky whisper. âWeâre both insane. And I fucking love it.â
His lips meet yours again, and you canât help but break into a slow smile against his mouth. It alleviates some of the lingering nerves that swirl in your belly.
But as Jake settles back onto the pillow, shifting his arm underneath his head with a content exhale through his nose, you find yourself chewing at your lower lip.
Thereâs something else youâd been meaning to ask him tonight.
Something that sends your pulse spiking whenever you consider plucking up the courage to say it out loud.
You try to keep your finger as idle as possible as you trace over his chest.
You decide to just go for it.
Itâs probably as good a time as anyâlying here in the pitch black so he canât see how fucking hard you're blushing.
âJake...â
âMm?â
âIâve been⊠err⊠thinking. About something,â you mumble.
His head shifts again.
âYeah? Whatâs that, love?â
âWell, itâsâŠâ you clear your throat softly. âSort of a... Well, I mean⊠I wanted to know if youâd be interested, first, so I thought Iâd askâŠâ
âOh, Jesus,â he chuckles blithely. âNot sure if Iâm quite ready after todayâs excitement.â
You let out a nervous laugh. âItâs not anything like that.â
âNo?â He squeezes your hip impatiently before bringing his hand up to your hair, raking his fingers in light, gentle strokes through the strands. âWhat is it then, baby? Whatâs got that smart tongue of yours in a twist.â
âWell⊠you know how I love getting to see you drive your Avatar, when Iâm like this. With my own eyes.â
Jakeâs fingers slow down in your hair, almost stilling completely.
Heâs deathly silent, so you hurry on. Sucking on your teeth before releasing a string of words in a tumbling hot flurry.
âI just wondered if maybe youâd wanna get in link and weâd fuck around while Iâm still a human or something.â
You scrunch your eyes shut, your nose crinkled up in a cringe.
You realize your whole body has gone tense, waiting for his reaction, until his fingers slowly resume their steady strokes through your hair.
The thrum of the air conditioning unit hums loudly at the edge of the room, and you feel the heavy weight of the grin in Jakeâs tone when he finally speaks.Â
âAh⊠You want it really big, huh?â
You let out an embarrassed laugh, your face on fire.
âI mean, I think it could be⊠good. From a research standpoint. You know?â
Jake laughs darkly. âOh yeah? That right?â
He rolls into you, squeezing your ass tightly as he kisses you again.
This time it's deeper, the scratchy stubble on his jaw grazing your chin as it moves powerfully against yours, and you giggle, trying to keep the kiss light despite the sudden heat flooding straight through your core.
Meeting Jake out there when you were both driving your Avatars had your blood pumping, sure.
But on those rare occasions you got to see him swagger over to you all blue, towering over you while you were trapped in your human skinâŠ
Well. That was an entirely different game that had your knees on the verge of caving under your weight.
He always seemed extra teasing and playful when you were smaller than him. Crouching down to your level to prod you with his big, blue fingersâflashing you Cheshire grins, ones that seemed far wider and sharper than when you were in your own Avatar.
It was impossible to hold any command over him when he was peering down from five feet above you, and he clearly got a kick out of seeing you get in a fluster over it.
Grace was never fond of him bringing his Avatar into the lab without good reason. And equally there was rarely a good reason for you to be out in the field in an exo-pack, either.Â
It would be a sensitive minefield to navigate.
But...
You have an idea.
And that idea is seeming more attractive by the second from the haziness of currently being locked in Jakeâs all-consuming kiss.
âSo,â you pull back from his mouth to breathe. âWhat do you think?â
âI think I canât say no to this beautiful, smart woman in my arms,â he rumbles, leaning down to press his pandering lips into your neck instead.
âHey.â Your voice comes out firmer as you push him back by his forehead. âDonât get all mushy on me like that when Iâm talking about you jamming your godly Na'vi cock in my human pussy.â
âThere she is,â he chuckles low and devilishly, pulling himself back up level with your face, his breath tickling your lips.
âMm⊠Getting to feel my Avatarâs dick in this tight little thing?â
You gasp as he slides a heavy, warm palm over your pyjama bottoms, slotting his lightly curled fingers into the sensitive gap between your thighs.
âIâd love nothing more, sweetie.âÂ
He kisses you again, slowly. The soft, slick sound of your lips sliding together in the dark sending a fresh spike of heat straight between your legs under the pressure of his massaging fingers.
âI think something can be arranged,â Jake murmurs.
Avatar Jake x Avatar Reader + Human Jake x Human Reader
Word count | 9.3k
Warnings | 18+, explicit smut, gun kink, gun riding, reader gets hella freaky for Jake's gun, fingering, oral, p in v
Summary | You love your job. Science fascinates you. But thereâs something about the way Sully drives his Avatar with that goddamned gun in his arms that you canât get enough of.
It's shameful, really.
How quickly the good little scientist dropped her glasses and turned tail since it all began.
Shameful how easily a couple of roguish grins and low-drawl teases from that stupid ex-marine on wheels had your meticulous research neglectedâgathering dust in a messy, heaped state on your desk.
Shameful how frequent the lying became as you started slipping off to your link unit for extra "field trips" in the name of science. Your self-appointed bodyguard trailing closely at your heels as you'd slink deeper into the vibrant canopy of Pandora. The tuft of your tail ghosting past his t-shirt, his hot breath teasing your neck.
Shameful how pitifully his name rolls like a desperate prayer from the trembling tongue of your Avatar right now. Your cargo shorts discarded at your boots as he pins you face-first against the rough bark of an ancient treeâthe shockingly cold steel of his machine gun barrel prying your thighs apart from behind.
It turns you on to the high fucking heavens seeing that idiot play soldier in his massive suit of blue skin.
And he knows it.
âGod damn, doc, you're soaked.â
Jake's wolf-whistle pierces the forest air like a siren as he leans back to take an appreciative look at the sodden cotton of your panties, using the tilt of his huge gun against your thighs like a tool for inspection.
He lets out an amused grunt, as though the evidence of your arousal is highly entertaining to him.
Bastard.
You whip his side with a hard thwack of your impatient tail, and he leans back in, pressing his dumb, cocky smirk against your cheek. The one that transfers so startlingly to his Avatar.
He lets out a low, vibrating chuckle beside your ear. "What's the science on that?"
âUrghâshut it, smart-ass, and get those fucking fangs on me,â you growl.
You blindly reach back to hook a long, blue finger into the tight slot between his comms strap and the slick skin of his striped throat, giving him a sharp yank down into the crook of your neck.
The close air of Pandora's lush jungle always leaves you both drenched in a thick layer of humidity. Your tactical clothing ruined with dark, heavy sweat stains, your indigo skin tacky and wet.
But you couldn't care less.
If anything, the stifling heat only turns you on more.
You love feeling the smooth, slippery expanse of your massive Na'vi bodies sliding against each other like butter when you fuck.
âSo demanding, baby,â Jake chuckles breathily against your neck, the delicate lavender points of his arched ears retreating back to his head.
Jake's never one to hesitate when you boss him around and call him names. He laps that shit up like it's his remedy. A well-trained soldier eager to please.
He pushes his bodyweight into you, pinning you harder against the tree with his gun grazing dangerously close to the spot that's screaming for it between your legs.
It's a magnificent treeâone that deserves more respect than having such devious activity like this inflicted upon itâbut the guilt evaporates like steam off your skin the second Jake's mouth hits your neck.
His ivory fangs bear down over your rapid pulse point, the sharp tips dragging in a long, languid line all the way to your shoulder, sending a prickly wave of gooseflesh breaking out across your entire body.
They're predatory fangs that could draw serious blood if he really chose to clamp down, and the thrill of it has you trapping your shaky lip with your own canines as a hot pulse of arousal bleeds into your groin.
âFucking hell, Sully...â you quiver, your eyes shutting tightly.
Jake twists you around to face him by the waist, his mouth curled back in a smirking snarl at the sight of your flushed face.
âSuch a filthy little mouth for a nerd.â
His eyes fall sharply to your bottom lip, preying on the slight tremble of it. He brings his thumb up, brushing the rough pad over to release the swell from it's grip.
You're quick to sweep your tongue out to get a taste of his thumb tip before he can retract it, giving the end a soft, wet dab.
It tastes bitter. Like gun oil and metal.
Fuck. You love his gun.
You take the tip of his thumb between your lips more desperately, heavily moaning your approvalâyour head bobbing as you give it a series of light, teasing sucks while gazing up at him through your lashes.
Sucking his fingers is a little trick you've discovered that always has him losing his shit.
Even in his most cocksure of moods.
His eyes go dark and hooded, a deep, gravelly groan reverberating in his throat as he watches. He growls a low, breathless "fuck", swooping down to your lips to catch your muffled gasp in his mouth.
As you lose your mind to the slide of Jake's possessive kiss, whining as that spit-wet thumb now makes its way down to roll your nipple into a hard, aching peak beneath your tank top, you're harshly reminded of how you'd fallen so deep into this gritty pit in the first damn place.
Wasting your afternoons to fuck around with Sully in your Avatar instead of working had spiraled into a regular occurrence.
An addiction you couldn't seem to shake. A high you couldn't stop chasing.
To say he'd become a distraction from your research would be a laughable understatement.
You knew he was going to be nothing but trouble from the moment he first rolled into the Avatar compound and introduced himself. Blindsiding you from analyzing the DNA sequencing of a Stingbat with a warm, firm handshake and the sort of charming grin that crawled under your skin and stayed there.
So when it all started snowballing, inevitablyârecklesslyâyou couldn't exactly bring yourself to blame your own damned weakness.
âJust need to get my hands on that one last sample before I compile it,â you'd straight-up lie to Grace whenever she'd ask why you were jumping back into link again when you were supposed to be writing your reports from yesterdays trip.
The very trip you'd spent sprawled out under the spiraling pink fans of Helicoradian plantsâwrithing in ecstasy with the incredible, heavy tongue of Jake's Avatar embedded deep between your thighs. Lapping you upâhurling you mercilessly into a dimension that easily beat the paradise of Pandora.
âAt least eat something when you get back, for God's sake,â Grace would complain, rubbing her temples without a glance up from her monitors. âAnd make sure Sully's looking after you out there. Last thing I need is losing your expensive as shit Avatar to a damn Thanator.â
He'd roll into your room on silent wheels late in the evenings.
That up-to-no-good grin plastered all over his face as your fingers flew over your laptop keys in a frantic rush to upload your backlog of data.
âJust taking the boss a coffee,â was usually his choice of bluff whenever he bumped into anyone in the tight dormitory corridor.
His offering never did stand a chance of being consumed before going cold. Your glasses discarded on your laptop next to it as you'd find your limbs in a tangle with his beneath the rough sheets of your cramped, metal bunk bed. Making outâhot and heavyâas though playing with each other in your Avatars all afternoon hadn't been enough. Jake's savvy fingers slipping eagerly under the waistband of your pyjama bottoms while yours coursed through the thick, gorgeous waves of his chocolate hair.
Jake's dirty talk is a dangerous game.
But his sweet talk is the real lethal killer.
He'd linger at shoulder some early mornings in the communal lab space, having seemingly nothing better to do with himself.
Openly snooping on your data, his sharp, stubbly jaw resting flush against your shoulder as you'd sit hunched over your desk with your eye pressed tightly to the microscope.
âYou know how gorgeous you look while you work?â he'd murmur lazily next to your ear, the vibration of his rugged voice tickling your skin, his lips ghosting the base of your neck like you were supposed to be able to ignore it. âSo damn sexy. Inspiring me to go do some more of that hands-on research with you later.â
âJake, stop. I really need to focus,â you'd protest with a slightly breathless giggle. A light slip of sound that was always your first mistake.
A subtle open door that would fuel Jake's flameâinviting him to drag his warm, open-mouthed kiss up your neck, leaving you right on the ragged edge of caving in your seat until you'd both sharply snap apart at the sound of the lab doors hissing open with Norm waltzing in, whistling to himself in cheerful oblivion.
Norm.
Norm knows.
He has to, from walking in on so many of these frighteningly close calls in the lab.
And from the way the atmosphere hangs heavy with a weight that's not just the humidity when he joins you both out in the field. The two of you harvesting samples together with Sully trailing in your strideâcarrying his heavy-duty machine gun in his huge blue hands like it's a sleek, lightweight toy.
There's not a shred of doubt that Norm wonders why your eyes flick back to him so often.
But you can't help it.
You get a kick out of finding Jake looking at you with that lazy, vicious grin playing on his face. His heavy eyes sweeping over your body like it's a piece of prey he's tracking and fully intends to devour once he's pinned it.
But Norm keeps his mouth shut.
Because he's a good little scientist, like you used to be.
You love your job. Science still fascinates you like it always has.
But there's something about the way Sully drives his Avatar with that goddamned gun in his arms that you just can't get enough of.
You peel his clingy teeth from your lips with effort, your palms colliding against the coarse material of his backpack straps as you shove him backâhard.
Hard enough to make him stumble back over his muddy combat boots with a dorky, lopsided grin creeping up over his face.
His striking feline eyes flick between yours expectantly, the soft green flecks in the citrine of his irises mirroring the lush foliage around you. They're pretty eyesâones you often find yourself chewing your pen lid over during those long, dragging mornings in the lab.
You straighten up against the tree, levelling your gaze with his.
âPut it in me, Sully.â
Jake loves a direct order. Thrives on it, even.
It has the marine in him lighting up like a spark off a live wire.
His grin turns crooked, his yellow eyes suddenly swimming with barely restrained mischief.
âYes, ma'am.â
He pushes his rolled shirt sleeve a notch higher up his bicep, the leaves crunching on the soil beneath him as he adjusts his footing to haul the hefty steel beast up.
You admire the power in those striped forearms as he easily guides the tip of the barrel back between your legs, trailing it up your sensitive inner thighs with slow precision until the cold, flat muzzle rests flush again the brewing heat of your panties.
You peer down at the sight, your ears drooping helplessly to your head at the metal touching your throbbing pussy.
A shaky sigh slips past your slips as your knees buckle inward, your thighs pinching at the heavy weapon. âFuck, yeah. That's what I'm talking about.â
Jake guides the tip in slow, gentle strokes through the wet seam of your folds, using it to spread your own slick up over your aching clit.
âMm. You like that?â
His voice vibrates in his throat like sexy, low-drawl honeyâa sound good enough in itself to get you offâand a hearty moan breaks out of your chest as your pussy pulses in agreement.
You roll your impatient hips over the hard, unyielding edge of it as you lock your hooded eyes onto him. âMm, fuck. I want it inside me. Put your big, hard gun in my pussy, Sully.â
Jake's eyes snap up like a magnet at your dirty words, landing squarely on your parted mouth.
You can tell it's short-circuited his brain from how his eyelids have gone heavy, from the way they hover half-closed as he slowly blinks.
You grin.
He always looks so fucking adorable when he gets drunk on his own arousal.
He lets out a low huff of air, his ears giving a small flick as he tilts his head with trance-like slowness. His eyes still stuck on your lips.
âBetter get those panties down for me then, angel.â
You hook two fingers into the waistband of your briefs, pulling them down with a shimmy of your thighs and letting the sodden piece of material drop onto your heaped cargo shorts at your boots.
Jake's nostrils flare, his pupils gaping wide as his gaze drops to the sight.
âFuck, mama...â
His long tail sways with weight as he crouches down close, feasting his wide eyes on your bare, blue cunt.
His heavy gun is sidelined, thudding softly into the leaves next to him as his hand approaches your swollen, glinting slit with a mind of it's own.
âShe looks hungry,â he chuckles like a distracted child, touching you without a shred of hesitation.
Jake's primal fascination with the body of your Avatar is still raw and all-consuming, even after having played with it enough times to think he'd be used to it by now.
You'd make a dig at him if you weren't already gasping at the delicious pressure of his fingers on your clit.
It sends an electric pulse through you as he glides his fingertips over the bump, down to the slick, arousal-swollen center of your parted folds. His welcome touch releases a hot surge of your pent-up arousal, and Jake's ears twitch and flatten at the loud moans it wrings from your throat.
âGod damn... Beggin' for my big gun, aren't you, pretty?â He grins, his glinting teeth flashing.
His tail undulates wildly behind him as he taps your ankle.
âLift up for me, sweetheart. Let's get these shorts off.â
You lift your feet as he strips them off over your chunky boots, tossing them aside while you sink back against the tree with your legs spread invitingly.
Jake coasts his fingers down your pussy once more, teasing another sharp inhale into your lungs and making your walls flutter, before sliding them underneath to find your entrance.
He dips a fingertip inside. Circling it tantalizingly around your wet, begging hole before adding another, sinking both of the thick, long digits into the hilt in one confident plunge.
Oh fuck. That stretch.
It has you dissolving into a shaky, pinch-browed groan, your head rolling back to the tree as his curled fingers start moving in and out of you with agonizing slowness.
âYeah... that good, baby?â Jake purrs, watching his gleaming blue fingers disappear and reappear in a hypnotizing rhythm.
âSo good,â you whine, your back arching off the tree as you fidget under his fingering. âI need more though, Jake. Your gun. Please.â
When there's no responseânone of his usual teasing or quick-witted remarks, you furrow your brows, wondering what the hell he's doing.
âJake?...â
You roll your head forward from the tree to peer down at him.
He's staring. Frozen. Looking like a starved man who's been lost out in the jungle for days.
His ears have fully folded back in a tight streamline against his head, his irises reduced to razor-thin rings around his blown out, pitch-black pupils.
Fuck sake. Not this again.
He's lost himself.
This happens sometimes, when his face gets too close to your pussyâthe tangy scent of your juices and pheromones searing his sensitive nostrils and devouring his rational mind entirely.
It's the cost that comes with fucking in these Na'vi skins. Of inhabiting creatures driven by blood and instincts far sharper than any human's, and even after the many afternoons you've spent fooling around out here together, poor Jake is still very much at the mercy of it.
You rarely scold him for it. After allâyou get your own kicks out of seeing him completely disarmed and ravishing your body with an intensity that's just not possible in human form.
But on days like today, when you just want him to stay focused and give you what you asked for... his distraction is an inconvenience.
âFuck, I... I just need to taste it...â Jake finally stutters, succumbing clumsily to his knees with a heavy thud against the leaves, his tail giving a sharp flick behind him as he leans in.
You open your mouth to object, but it's too late.
He's already there. Nuzzling his flat, broad nose against your mound with a ragged groan. His top lip brushing up and down the hood of your clit as his tongue sweeps out to thirstily lap up the slick arousal that's coating your soft folds.
âJACOB!â you gaspâhalf moaning it, half scoldingâyour eyes turning to saucers as your hands fly down to the top of his head.
You don't know if you want to pull him in all the way. Get him to sink that fantastic tongue in until it makes you pop, or push him away, and tell him to stick to the goddamn plan.
Fuck. It's too good for the latter.
You let out a heavy sigh, melting back against the tree with your eyes fluttering. Giving in for a moment to enjoy the sweet, sweet relief his mouth provides for your craving center, while Jake emits a satisfied rumble from deep in his chest.
His big hands hover lightly at your hipbones while he completely loses himself in worshipping the shrine between your legs, his knees splaying out wider against the dirt as he devours you with licks and sucks of perfect rhythm and pressure.
Your legs tremble as he pulls your clit into his mouth, giving the little bead a dab with his tongue before releasing it and repeating. Shifting further under you, trailing the tip of his tongue in a point from the back of your slit to the front before breaking into wide, firm strokes, his sharp teeth grazing your delicate skin.
Sweet fucking Jesus, it's heavenly.
Jake's talent for cunnilingus proved itself the first time he went down on you in human form, in your bunk bed during those early nights of getting intimate.
You hadn't expected muchâgiven past experience with men not always knowing what goes where or really caring to find outâso when you giggled with your knees hitched under the covers as he shimmied himself down between your thighs, his playful blue eyes locked on yours as his tongue started a slow, sensual dance with you... it's safe to say he blew your expectations completely out of the water.
It made you laugh when he told you it was his secret weapon.
But it was true.
Having lost function in his genitals from being paralyzed from the waist down, Jake had to make up for what he lacked between his legs in other ways.
More creative ones.
It was mind-blowing, how he'd build you up so silently. Getting you to the point of writhing and grasping for fistfuls of the bedsheets as your shaking hips lifted to chase his mouth, and only at that point would he do that incomprehensible thing with his thumbâsomething you'll never truly understandâhaving you popped over your white-peaked edge in a mere matter of moments.
It was lethal.
Terrifying, actually. Transferring that kind of godly talent to his nine foot feline form.
One with two strong, working legsâand a third one hanging between them.
It was enough to de-throne you at your best.
âOh, god,â you mewl, your ankles threatening to give way under the hot, mounting pressure that's tightening between your hips. âJakeâplease, I want your gun. Don't make me come like this.â You dig your fingers further into the silky strands of hair on top of his head to haul him away quickly before he can get you thereâripping his mouth from its tight seal around your pulsing clit.
He's panting hard as he looks up at youâa complete, undone wreck with his lips obscenely wet with your juices. More dark, messy strands of his disheveled hair have escaped his braid and cling to his sweaty forehead, and he draws himself up confidently, taking your face in both his hands as he leans in to smother your mouth with his in one swift motion.
His tongue pushes into your mouth possessivelyâdelivering the tangy taste of you thats coating itâand he swallows your muffled moan with his own deeper one, pushing you up against the tree with his body flush to yours.
His hasty hands roam over you hungrily, his knees bending as he gropes your ass and titsâpulling you up and pinning you against the bark with short, rhythmic grinds of his hips.
Your stomach tightens as you feel the outline of his rock hard erection pushing into you, throbbing like a heartbeat beneath his cargos.
âWhich gun do you want?â he pants breathlessly as he breaks from your mouth, trailing his crude smirk in hot, wet kisses across your jawline and down your neck.
He recoils with a sharp grunt as you suddenly jab a long finger hard into his ribsâa warning that your impatience for his cocky games is running very thin.
âOw! Fuck. Alright, alright.â
He peels himself off of you with sulking reluctance, swallowing hard to try and control his ragged breathing as he drops back down to a crouch to pick up his gun from the dirt.
âBetter give the lady what she wants, then,â he mutters to himself, taking a firm grip on the handle as he draws the weapon back up between your legsâand this time, he keeps his focus locked.
You brace yourself with your hands on the tree either side of you, your heart fluttering fast as Jake works to position the blunt, heavy barrel at the entrance of your pussy.
Once he seems satisfied that all systems are go, his eyes flick up to yours, waiting for permission.
âReady?â
âYes! Just fucking put it in already, Jesus,â you growl.
He moves at your command, slowly pushing the cylindrical metal up into you, and it sinks through your slick folds.
The hard, cold width of the barrel stretching you open to fill the craving, empty space inside you.
Your head slams back against the tree, the frustration in your voice from mere seconds ago melting and liquefying into something carnal.
âFUCK, Sully.â
You groan between tight lips as Jake retracts it, before sliding it in furtherâslipping the steel inside you with the smooth lubricant of your own arousal. The stretch burns like fire, the cool metal already starting to warm from the frictionâfrom your pussy walls squeezing and clenching at it hungrily.
âOh, Jake. It's so fucking good.â
âYeah? Tell me how you want it, baby.â
âFaster,â you whine.
Jake picks up the pace immediately. The muscles in his arms and shoulders bunching under the strain of lifting such a heavy-duty weapon and moving it with enough deliberate control to not hurt you.
He hitches a knee up to rest his elbow on as he works, taking some of the weight off his arms as he readjusts his grip on the stock with a grunt, his breathing growing heavy as he pumps the machine gun into you with quick, firm thrusts.
âThat fast enough, doc?â
âMhm! More, Jake, please!âÂ
Your hips grow reckless, rolling down to meet each of his thrusts at its deepest, and it tightens the ache thatâs coiling inside you each time the blunt tip of the barrel strikes hard against a spot of pressure.
A pressure thatâs going to be the death of you if it carries on building.Â
You clutch your breast through your tank top, tugging and playing with your erect nipple while your other hand flies down to your clit to deliver quick, frantic circles, and the heightening of pleasure it provides has his name erupting from your throat in a loud cry.
âFuck, baby,â Jake breathes hoarsely. âYouâre gonna make me lose it doing that.âÂ
He lunges upâtoo needy to merely watch you writhe in pleasure from a passive crouch beneath youâand leans over to catch your gasping lips, kissing you clumsily as the heavy weapon rocks chaotically between your bodies.
Jake canât help his unbridled hips as they start to roll blindly against the hard handle of the weapon, an attempt to grind out some relief for the leaking bulge thats cooped up in his cargos.Â
It has him spilling a groan into your mouth, his brows pinched together tightly, and itâs not long before the pathetic pleading starts tumbling out of him against your lips.Â
âGod, let me fuck you with this blue dick, baby, please? Iâm so hard. I wanna cum in that sweet pussy so fuckinâ bad.â
âNot yet,â you hiss, clamping your fangs down on his bottom lip.
His twitching hips falter on the metal, and you can tell heâs holding back a whimper.
Your own climax is pulsing like a threat around the unyielding cylinder inside you as you pull away from Jakeâs dumb, chasing mouth.
You gaze at him for a moment through heavy lids.
Taking in his flushed, sweat-sheened face. His pretty bioluminescent freckles that faintly pulse with his arousal.
âLoad it, Sully.â
Your firm words slice the air like a knife.
The whir of nature from the surrounding expanse of trees dials up sharply, and Jakeâs hips instantly freeze.
You glance down at his crotch. Watching as the thick outline of his cock throbs visibly against the sudden stillness of his body.
The hungry thing has already made a mess of his cargos, spilling some of his much needed release in a blooming, damp patch of glowing pre-cum at the tip.
He blinks, barking out a quick, uncertain laugh.Â
âWhat?âÂ
You hold his gaze.Â
âYou heard me.â
A soft, nervous chuckle, his ears flattening.
âCome on, sweetheart⊠Thatâs too far.âÂ
"Oh... sorry, Jake," you giggle. A sweet, bubbly sound that catches him off guard, and his ears lift slightly from the sides of his head. "It's just, I was under the impression you werenât such a pussy.â
The throat strap of his comms shifts with the heavy, nervous bob of his Adamâs apple, his lips hanging parted at the drop of your tone.
Your hand brushes past his as you lean forward and wrap your fingers around the gun grip, deliberately dragging the heavy, charcoal shaft deeper inside you.
âDonât make me ask again, Sully. Or I might have to tell Grace youâve been slacking.â
Ok.
You canât deny it. You took things a little too far, sometimes.
Got a little⊠wild, out here in the forest.Â
Blame it on the foreign composition of Pandoraâs atmosphere, or the rash impulses of the Naâvi blood running through your veins.
Youâd feel sorry for poor Jake for having to put up with this untamed, gun-crazed kink of yours, except that was never the case at all.
He gets off on the thrill of danger just as much as you do, and although the extent of your requests had undoubtedly grown more⊠extreme, since your first escapadesâJake hadnât denied you anything yet.Â
He can't resist a challenge thrown his way.Â
Itâs in his blood, human or not.Â
But above all, he can never say no to his favorite, precious little scientist.
He huffs an uneasy laugh as he glances to the side, his brows furrowed with his head cocking slightly as though heâs still trying to wrap it around the order.
Itâs hard not to home in on the sweat that glistens on his cheekbones and nose. Or the sharp crunch of leaves under his clunky combat boots as his feet shuffle nervously below you.Â
He finally rolls his broad shoulders. A heavy click resonating as he cracks his neck.
âAlright.âÂ
His throat muscles jump in another rough bob as he takes a wary glance down to where the gun is still buried inside you, and thereâs not an ounce of playfulness left in his yellow eyes when they snap back up to meet yours, his husky voice dropping an octave.
âOnly for a second, though. Ok?â
You nod quickly. Holding your breath the way youâre holding onto the climax you so desperately want as Jake slowly stabilizes the robust frame of the machine gun.
His tail twitches erratically behind him as he slowly draws his long fingers to rest over the charging handle.Â
Your heartbeat pounds against your ribs as they hover there.
And then he takes the plunge.
A quick, sharp inhaleâand he racks the bolt.
The heavy, mechanical clack-clack of the weapon cycling sends a sharp vibration straight through the barrel buried inside your pussy, the sound making both of your ears twitch in unison.
Fuck.Â
There it is.
Loaded ammunition inside you.
A breathless hush seems to fall over the trees. The only sound the thrum of your pulse like rushing water in your ears as you stare at your own round eyes reflected in the black mirror of Jake's pupils.
And then your pussy pulses in demand.Â
You grind. Once. Rolling over the steel that now buzzes with the terrifying weight of a live round chambered right inside you.
And then againâfeeling that deep, delicious ache of the weapon pressing at your insides. Digging into your g-spot and shooting a spine-tingling spike of heat straight through you.Â
Your body takes control.
Your hips slip into a fast, shallow rhythm, and you resume rubbing quick, rapid circles against your clit. Humping your hand unashamedly like an untamed animal in front of Jakeâs dumbfounded stare.
An immense, hot convulsion of pleasure surges through your core and down your legsâyour pussy beating and fluttering around his gunâand a throaty moan tears out of you, your eyes going hazy at the edges as you hold Jake's sharp, petrified ones.Â
His grip on the gun is like iron, his whole body taut as he tries to stop his hand from trembling violently over the giant body of metal. Terrified that one wrong twitch of his fingers or one violent squeeze of your walls will slip the safety.
âOh fuckâJakeâkeep it inside me, Iâm gonnaââ
Your plea trails off as your climax creeps up tremendously, forcing the breath still in your lungs. Your hips bob in little rigid shudders over the hazardous toy inside you as you reach the brink, your fingers losing all strength and smushing clumsily against your peaking clit.
Itâs a fight to keep your eyes openâyour vision turning white and starryâbut you canât miss the sight of Jake watching you help yourself to orgasm over his gun.Â
His gorgeous feline features a picture of agonizing torment.
You can tell itâs taking every solid inch of his strength to restrain from tearing the gun away as fast as possible. To chuck it a mile and fuck you himself instead.
But he holds it. Letting you ride it to completion like you asked. His blown out eyes trained between your shaking thighs as your sweet bliss crashes down on you.
Your eyes clamp shut. Your body shuddering as a guttural shriek rips from your lungs, and the back of your head cracks violently against the rough bark behind you.
Waves. All you can feel is waves. Delicious, crashing waves. Tight, heavenly waves that pulse and squeeze at the smooth metal inside you, turning your legs hollow and weightless.
Waves that are suddenly shattered as Jake ruthlessly rips the length of the barrel from your convulsing pussy.
He un-cocks it. Hastily.Â
Dropping the deadly thing to the ground from his vice-like grip like itâs something born of the devil.
âOh my⊠fuck. BabyââÂ
His wired eyes are trained on you, suddenly flaming with gold, his flustered fingers blindly fumbling to unclip the utility belt that suffocates his waist.Â
The straps slip from his shoulders, the weight of his backpack hitting the forest floor behind him with a heavy, dead thud.
And then he lunges.Â
Trapping your slumped, slack body against the tree. Pouncing on you with a predatory force that might scare you if your brain wasn't so clouded over from ecstasy.
The impact punches a breathless whine out of you, the ridges of bark clawing unforgivingly at your back, and you know it's leaving marks on your poor Avatars back for days.
Jakeâs already pinned your wrists above your head, locking them both in the inescapable band of his hand while he clumsily battles the buckle of his belt in the other.
âYou scare the goddamn shit out of me with that stuff, you know that?âÂ
His bellowing voice is reprimanding as he brutally breaks his belt open, yanking his cargos down in one sharp tug that lets his thick, rock-hard erection snap up against his stomach.
âWhy you gotta do that to me sweetie, huh?â
You canât help but let out a chuckle despite the dizzying whirl of adrenaline that's making your head spin, your gaze dropping to the profusely leaking, lavender tip of his cock as it bobs beneath you.
âThis doesnât look that scared to me, soldierâŠâ
He opens his mouthâprobably with some witty remark ready to fire backâbut it dies in his throat, overruled by his need to sink his throbbing dick inside you before he ruins himself up your front.
His cock really is beautiful like the rest of him, and it suddenly looks infinitely more appealing than cold metal as he spreads your thighs wider with a rough, heavy shove of his knee.Â
He bullies his hips in between yours, lining the steaming wet flare of his cock-head against your entrance, and it draws one last lazy, residual orgasmic twitch out of your walls.
Thereâs many great things about fucking out here, in the vast, echoing expanse of Pandoraâs jungle.
One of them being just how much noise you could make.Â
Neither of you ever held back from the undignified sounds that would spill from your mouths as you lost your minds over one another. Not without a soul within miles to hear such unearthly resonance.
Unlike the constant threat of being overhead through the paper thin walls of your dorm room back at Hell's Gate, the forest was your perfect, soundproof playground. A place that gave you the ultimate freedom to fuck each other however loudly you desiredâan endless opportunity to let loose like feral, savage beasts.
And you both made the most of it.
Jakeâs booming, chest-deep âMURRGHHâ rattles you to the bones as he lifts you off the ground with his powerful thighs in a single, brutal upward thrust, his buttocks clenched rock-hard as his cock spears you to the hilt.Â
The roar is enough to scatter a troop of swinging Prolemuris in the trees nearby, and that delicious, white-hot sting of the sudden penetration has you matching him with a piercing shriek of your own.
He fits your pussy flush like a gloveâhis Naâvi anatomy tailor-made to ruin youâand the deep, fulfilling ache of the stretch has your toes curling hard inside your boots.Â
Itâs even better than his loaded machine gun.Â
Much better.
Your eyes roll straight into the back of your skull as he single-handedly rearranges your brain chemistry with another deep, sharp thrust, putting words into your mouth that you barely even recognize as your own.Â
âOh my god⊠Sully, fuck meâNOW!â
Jake doesnât waste a fucking second.Â
He drives into immediate, frantic actionâhis pelvis rutting up rapidly into yours, his cock slipping in and out of your tight, silky slit with ease.
âHohh-shit baby, thatâs it,â he pants raggedly, the glowing freckles tracking his forehead flaring fiercely through the messy strands of his hair, lighting up with his spiking pulseâhis eyes rolling back for a split second. âFuck, you feel like heaven. So wet for me angel. So fuckinâ good for me.â
He hooks the hand that isn't pinning your wrists into the hem of his grey sweat-stained t-shirt with a grunt, wrenching the unwanted fabric up and out of the way in a jagged line.Â
It reveals the intricate strings of bioluminescence that drape down his toned stomach, trailing in bright streams to the solid V-line of his lower abdomen that funnels directly to the base of his pounding cock.
Jesus fucking Christ.Â
The sight of Jakeâs naked Avatar never failed to completely destroy all of your inhibitions.
The combination of the sheer, muscular anatomy with the majestic prettiness of it is simply mind boggling, and youâre not sure if youâll ever be able to wrap your little scientific brain around how such a god-forsaken thing grew in a lab when it looks like it should have fallen straight from the skies.Â
It leaves you weak to the very core every time you see it, and even in the desperate, deep throes of being pounded and crushed by him, you canât help but take a moment to simply stare at the stunning sight of his torso.
Your poor eyes are ripped away as he jerks your own vest up over your breasts.
âMm, yeah. Nice little tits, arenât they, doc?â Jake hisses, pulling his t-shirt up higher so he can press his broad chest right against yours. The friction of his slick, bare skin rubbing your nipples into stiff peaks.
He drops your wrists from their shackle above your head only to hoist one of your legs up and over his shoulder with a rough hand, making you gasp, while the fingers of his other wrap tightly around your erect nipple to give it a tight, bruising squeeze.
âTakin' my cock like such a good little scientist.â
He slams up into you, pinching his lip between his teeth with the effort as he funnels his glazed, fuck-drunk eyes into yours, and you splutter out a choked cry as the new angle has his cock-head ramming deeper into your cervix.
The mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating, and it has a string of undignified, strangled curses spewing from your mouth. The unadulterated, filthy kind you could never be caught dead releasing within the rigid confines of Hellâs Gate.
Not unless you wanted to lose your damn job.
âSuch a tight little cunt,â Jake wheezes through gritted, bared teeth, his tail wrapping in a tight coil around his muscular thigh to steady himself, and you know heâs on the brink from the garbled filth that starts pouring out of him.Â
âDirty little slut, ainâtcha? Bad gal. Lettinâ me fuck you senseless like this when you should be working. Mad lil scientist. Crazy littleââ
He barks out a breathless, hysterical chuckleâ sounding borderline insaneâbefore faltering with a soft, whiney crack in his voice.Â
âOh fuck, mamaââ
You adored the mouthy trash talk that would spew from Jake right when he was about to explode into smithereens.
But the sound you practically worshipped during the heated throes was his whimpering.
There was something so utterly exhilarating about hearing a rugged, capable man like Jake make such a vulnerable little noise at the power your body held over him that never failed to have your panties dripping.
Youâd been hooked ever since you first heard it escape him one afternoon, while you had his thick, twitching shaft buried deep in your throat, the muscles of his striped thighs trembling and bunching underneath you from the suck of your mouth.
It seemed to only come out when he was hovering at the edge of complete ruin, his inhibitions completely obliterated over the loud, pulsating thrum of his own sexual pleasure.Â
It was shameful to admit it, but it became your personal mission to actively coax this gorgeous sound out of Jake for your own pleasure.Â
Whether that meant rubbing the strangely hyper-sensitive spot under his tail that seemed to push him over the brink a bit too quickly, or pulling your mouth away to lick lazily at the leaking slit of his cock right when he was about to cum. Tormenting him while the tip oozed and begged for more, his head rolling back as he let out a sexy, chest-heaving whimper.
It gave you something to play in your head while you fingered yourself on nights when he wasnât sharing your bunk bed with you.Â
But best of all... it gave you something to tease him with.Â
Ammunition to rein him in whenever heâd start getting too cocky for his own damn good.
You loved having that needy little noise to pull out of your pocket whenever he got a bit too big for his boots.
It kept that soldier in line.Â
Jakeâs hands slam onto the tree either side of your head, his fingers clawing into the ridges of bark as he clamps his teeth down hard on his bottom lip.Â
It's a cute effort to stifle the pathetic whimper thatâs begging to burst from his throat right next to your ear. You admire it.
But unfortunately for him, his neck is exposed.Â
The perfect weak spot right next to your lips.
You dig your teeth hard into the slick flesh as you roll your hips up into each of his punishing thrusts. The heavy, rhythmic smash of his pelvic bone against yours making your walls clamp around his cock in a relentless chokehold.
It wheedles that sweet, sweet whimper right out of his lungs, spilling a ladle of heat directly into the bowl of your belly.
âArgh, fuck, bad girl.â Jakeâs face contorts into a pretty mask of agony from your sharp bite and pure, unadulterated ecstasy from your fluttering walls. âGonna make me cum.âÂ
His thrusts turn jerky. Quick and chaotic, his cock swelling against the constraint of your slick teasing walls. The length pulsates in steady, rhythmic throbs, nudging at the deep pit of your insides as though giving a warning of the incoming explosion.
âMm, do it, make mama proud and shove me full of your glowing cum, soldier,â you moan, cupping either side of his face between your hands.
You pull his ear to your lips. Slipping in a quiet, devastating whisper.Â
âI want you to fill me up like your bullets would.âÂ
Itâs enough to have Jake tumbling over his wall of white-hot bliss like a weak fool.
âOh fuck, doc,â he grinds out, his voice seething out between his teeth as his screwed-up face rolls to the heavens for mercy, his ears clamped flat against his skull as he slams home, and you can feel his knees buckling under you. âOh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckââ
His orgasm has him stiffening up. His quivering hips pinning you in a tight hold against the tree as the release starts leaking out into youâhot and wet and throbbing against the enticing clench of your walls, before erupting violently.Â
âJAKE!â Your eyes slam shut in a tight squeeze as the sweet rhythm of his ejaculation sends your pussy into a frantic dance.Â
Thick waves of his hot cum floods your center, pulsing like lava against your soft insides as a thunderous roar ruptures from his lungs, forcing your sensitive ears down to your head.
Your hands scramble at his shoulders for fistfuls of his utility shirt as you desperately rush to catch his highâgrinding on him in a frenzy until his seed spills out down your ass and thighs.
Jake yelps, his hands quaking on the tree from overstimulation as you bounce hard against him until you finally comeâerupting into a garbled, sore-throated wail. Writhing and whiningâweakly tugging and shoving at his shoulders until every last nerve in your body is shattered. Over-sensitized, numb and utterly spent.
You go limp.Â
Your head flops back as Jakeâs falls down like a dead weight onto your shoulder. Panting with his massive, sweaty frame draped over you, holding you up against the tree as he trembles from head to toe.Â
Jesus.Â
If you ever needed a reminder of why youâd started abandoning your work for this shitâŠ
This right here was your evidence.
You both slouch there. Panting like sweaty horses after a race.
You finally roll your dizzy head to the side, and you wonder if Jakeâs fingers have melded to the bark from the way heâs still clutching onto the tree on either side of you.
Itâs impressive. How heâs remained standing this whole time without buckling at the knees entirely.
âJake..." you giggle breathlessly. "How⊠howâre you still standing?â
His laughter is faintly delirious as it bounces jaggedly against your chest, and he draws his head up off of your shoulder, taking an exhausted, half-lidded look at you.
His facial features are completely heavy. Loose and relaxed compared to just moments ago.Â
âPutting these damn legs to use the right way,â he grins.
You laugh, grinning back as you take his cheeks between your palms and drag his sweaty forehead in to rest against your own.
âMade you cum hard, didnât it? I know you like that gun shit. Donât try and hide it.â
His hiss of laughter tickles your lips as it escapes him, his jaw jutting to the side with his tongue in his cheek as he looks down.
A wordless answer.Â
He peels his sticky front from you, and your eyes follow his gaze to the gooey state thatâs now sat between you. Your blue skin glints with a mixture of sweat and cum, the subtle bioluminescent hue of Jakeâs seed glowing around your thighs and pussy.
He whistles, his face turning slappably smug.Â
âDang, doc. Look at the mess youâve made.â
Your mouth falls open in disbelief.
âMy mess?â
Jake chooses to ignore your comment. Instead trailing his lazy, smirking gaze up the length of your body.Â
âBetter get you all cleaned up and back in your little lab coat before Grace starts wondering where you are, hm?â
You bark out an incredulous laugh. âGod, Iâd slap that look straight off those blue cheeks if you werenât so fucking pretty.â
âAw, baby.â He flashes his fangs in a full-blown, wolfish grin. âYou think Iâm pretty, huh?âÂ
He leans in to kiss you, but you stop him in his tracks, pressing a firm finger against his puckered lips.
âAnd because you have extra brownie points forâŠâ
You pause, watching his ears prick forward.
ââŠpleasing me, today.â
Jake chuckles cooly. But the flick of his tail tuft behind him gives him away.
âReally fucking pleasing me.â Your lips roll up into a wicked grin. âYou wanna sleep in my bunk tonight?â
His brows fly up.
âJesus, sweetheart, this not enough for you?â
âNo,â you laugh, tracing a fingertip over the trail of white dots down his nose. âI mean, just... sleep with me. For the night.â Your fingers trace lower, running over both of his lips, making them catch with the drag. âYou look really fucking cute when you make my bed in the morning.â
Jake grins like an idiot.
His gaze falls to your lips, the playfulness in his eyes turning warm and sincere as you let him lean in to deliver a light peck to your lips. âYeah. Iâd love that.âÂ
You give a little giggle, glancing down.Â
The discomfort of the mess between you and the sudden apparent sting from the bark on your back makes you want to get moving.Â
âCome on, Sully. Get your soft cock out of me and pull your damn trousers up. Better clean up this mess of mine before getting back.â
The air conditioning that circulates your room feels chilly against your skin later that night. Hellâs Gate seeming noticeably colder and more clinical.Â
It always feels this way after being out there. After growing accustomed to your Avatarâs larger veins and the temperate climate of the beautiful forest.
But snuggling beneath the covers with Jakeâs comforting arm thrown around you warms you from the inside out, and you wiggle down further, cocooning yourself in him with your leg draped over his.
Jakeâs arms are one of his proudest assets. A place where he can wear the strength from years of wheeling his own bodyweight around. They feel big and comforting as they envelop you, even when his human body is smaller and more vulnerable than his nine foot tall blue version.
Itâs pitch black save for the dim glow of a nearby floodlight outside, providing just enough light through the small window for your eyes to adjust to the swirls of opaque tattoos entwining his arm.
You trace the sharp outlines with your nail idly, feeling a light tug of nerves in the pit of your stomach.
âHey, Jake?â
âYeah, sweetheart?â he mutters.
âIâm sorry,â you mumble. âYou know⊠for all that stuff with the gun today. I donât know what comes over me, Iâm justâŠâ You break off, your fingers plucking anxiously at the material of the tank top over his chest. âEverything feels so different out there⊠You know?â
Jake shifts, and you feel him craning his neck to look at you in the dark.
He brings his other arm across his chest, finding your chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilting your face up towards his.
âHey. No need for apologies, baby.â He leans down to kiss you with lips softer than earlier.
âI get it. I mean...â he chuckles quietly. âLook at me. Iâm the idiot who actually let it happen. Iâm just as dumb and hooked on that crazy stuff as you are.â
You chuckle back. âI know. Itâs just⊠to ask for something like that. I canât believe how insane I really am sometimes.â
âYeah⊠me neither.â
You suck in a sudden, quiet breath.
You see the faint pale outline of his playful smirk, his voice a husky whisper. âWeâre both insane. And I fucking love it.â
His lips meet yours again, and you canât help but break into a slow smile against his mouth. It alleviates some of the lingering nerves that swirl in your belly.
But as Jake settles back onto the pillow, shifting his arm underneath his head with a content exhale through his nose, you find yourself chewing at your lower lip.
Thereâs something else youâd been meaning to ask him tonight.
Something that sends your pulse spiking whenever you consider plucking up the courage to say it out loud.
You try to keep your finger as idle as possible as you trace over his chest.
You decide to just go for it.
Itâs probably as good a time as anyâlying here in the pitch black so he canât see how fucking hard you're blushing.
âJake...â
âMm?â
âIâve been⊠err⊠thinking. About something,â you mumble.
His head shifts again.
âYeah? Whatâs that, love?â
âWell, itâsâŠâ you clear your throat softly. âSort of a... Well, I mean⊠I wanted to know if youâd be interested, first, so I thought Iâd askâŠâ
âOh, Jesus,â he chuckles blithely. âNot sure if Iâm quite ready after todayâs excitement.â
You let out a nervous laugh. âItâs not anything like that.â
âNo?â He squeezes your hip impatiently before bringing his hand up to your hair, raking his fingers in light, gentle strokes through the strands. âWhat is it then, baby? Whatâs got that smart tongue of yours in a twist.â
âWell⊠you know how I love getting to see you drive your Avatar, when Iâm like this. With my own eyes.â
Jakeâs fingers slow down in your hair, almost stilling completely.
Heâs deathly silent, so you hurry on. Sucking on your teeth before releasing a string of words in a tumbling hot flurry.
âI just wondered if maybe youâd wanna get in link and weâd fuck around while Iâm still a human or something.â
You scrunch your eyes shut, your nose crinkled up in a cringe.
You realize your whole body has gone tense, waiting for his reaction, until his fingers slowly resume their steady strokes through your hair.
The thrum of the air conditioning unit hums loudly at the edge of the room, and you feel the heavy weight of the grin in Jakeâs tone when he finally speaks.Â
âAh⊠You want it really big, huh?â
You let out an embarrassed laugh, your face on fire.
âI mean, I think it could be⊠good. From a research standpoint. You know?â
Jake laughs darkly. âOh yeah? That right?â
He rolls into you, squeezing your ass tightly as he kisses you again.
This time it's deeper, the scratchy stubble on his jaw grazing your chin as it moves powerfully against yours, and you giggle, trying to keep the kiss light despite the sudden heat flooding straight through your core.
Meeting Jake out there when you were both driving your Avatars had your blood pumping, sure.
But on those rare occasions you got to see him swagger over to you all blue, towering over you while you were trapped in your human skinâŠ
Well. That was an entirely different game that had your knees on the verge of caving under your weight.
He always seemed extra teasing and playful when you were smaller than him. Crouching down to your level to prod you with his big, blue fingersâflashing you Cheshire grins, ones that seemed far wider and sharper than when you were in your own Avatar.
It was impossible to hold any command over him when he was peering down from five feet above you, and he clearly got a kick out of seeing you get in a fluster over it.
Grace was never fond of him bringing his Avatar into the lab without good reason. And equally there was rarely a good reason for you to be out in the field in an exo-pack, either.Â
It would be a sensitive minefield to navigate.
But...
You have an idea.
And that idea is seeming more attractive by the second from the haziness of currently being locked in Jakeâs all-consuming kiss.
âSo,â you pull back from his mouth to breathe. âWhat do you think?â
âI think I canât say no to this beautiful, smart woman in my arms,â he rumbles, leaning down to press his pandering lips into your neck instead.
âHey.â Your voice comes out firmer as you push him back by his forehead. âDonât get all mushy on me like that when Iâm talking about you jamming your godly Na'vi cock in my human pussy.â
âThere she is,â he chuckles low and devilishly, pulling himself back up level with your face, his breath tickling your lips.
âMm⊠Getting to feel my Avatarâs dick in this tight little thing?â
You gasp as he slides a heavy, warm palm over your pyjama bottoms, slotting his lightly curled fingers into the sensitive gap between your thighs.
âIâd love nothing more, sweetie.âÂ
He kisses you again, slowly. The soft, slick sound of your lips sliding together in the dark sending a fresh spike of heat straight between your legs under the pressure of his massaging fingers.
âI think something can be arranged,â Jake murmurs.
