Sweet Whiskey.
Synopsis: Jake Sully was never good at giving you space. Between late-night shifts touches that lingered long between friends and the burn of his whiskey-colored eyes the line between friendship and something deeper started to blur.
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pairing: Navi!Jake Sully x FEM RDA scientist!Reader
Smut 18+
notes: First movie <3, Jake is a cocky bastard that can see through readers shit, readers favourite word is asshole,
word count: 4-5k+
Tags: friends to lovers, mutual pinning, flirting, teasing, emotional intimacy, praise, Size difference, lots and lots of tension, porn with plot, rough affection.
Authors note: It was gonna be a slow burn.. But I'm impatient AHAGA
Smut tags: cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, mild dom/sub tones, lightesttt spanking, reader orgasm, oral fixation, body worship, consensual, aftercare, possessive sex!
You were one of the few people Jake actually liked before his transition, not one of those tense scientists that acted like they had a stick up their ass. You two just clicked, considering how you treated him like a person and not some weapon on wheels.
You two had bonded quickly, with inside jokes, routines where you shared meals (as if he didn't help himself anyways.) and had long conversations in cramped hallways. Physical contact that felt natural too. It wasn't unusual for Jake to touch you, a squeeze of the waist as he slipped past here, absently brushing hair out of your face there, even after he defected, his tail would curl around some part of you mid conversation. Maybe that's why he got attached to you so fast.
Jake didn't think anything of how intimate any of this was, at first.
His Na'vi body absentmindedly made his thing for physical touch a lot worse, his body wanted you to be close constantly. Especially after Pandora. He would loom over you constantly, big broad shoulders hovering over you and casting a shadow or irritated flicks of the ears when someone spoke to you longer than needed.
With his new found need for touch, it didn't help that he had such a huge body.
The lab was quiet this time of night, the storm outside rattling softly against the enforced walls of Hell's Gate. Mostly everyone in your department had gone to sleep hours ago.
But you were just trying to do your job, hunched over with the pads of your fingers, meticulously hunched over on scan results for plant data on the loud clicky keyboard. Your exhaustion burned eyes steady on the big, sleek, 40 inch glass screen that illuminated a sterile white light in the dimly lit room.
Lost in the endless amount of work, the automatic doors slid open behind you.
Heavy footsteps were all you needed to know who it was.
"There's my pretty girl." he said, voice husky with a lazy drawl.
"Marine," you murmured tiredly, eyes refusing to budge from the screen.
Jake huffed something that was almost a laugh.
"Thought I old you not to call me that."
You feel the warmth of him press against the back of your chair before your lips could part, one arm bracing against the desk close to your head as the other slid at the back of your seat. Boxing you in.
His chest lightly grazed your shoulder blades as he leaned closer to the screen.
"Working?" He asked you quietly. His voice was lower like this, almost soft.
"No, obviously not." The flat tone nicely betraying the little skip your heart made.
"Cute."
You could hear the shit eating grin in his voice, fangs bearing. You basically felt it without having to glance up. Asshole.
His tail curled lazily around the leg of your chair, the tip began to unconsciously stroke the ball of your ankle. It made you almost tense up.
"So tense, hm?" fuck. Maybe it wasn't an almost.
"I need to finish this."
"mm.." His chin was now rested on your shoulder, like it belonged there. His nose brushed against your hair when he moves closer again. "Pretty sure you stopped typing like- thirty seconds ago?"
A rush of heat climbed up your neck, feeling it hot on your nape.
You could feel all of him now. His huge shoulders bracketing you in against the console, warm felt all around your back with big hands resting on either side of you as if he'd absentmindedly trapped you there.
With the sheer size of him, it should feel wrong. Like being backed up into a corner by something dangerous, wolfish sharp fangs, heavy muscle, and the inescapable heat.
Yet it felt so good to melt into him.
The rough long blue digits drummed against the desk before inching closer.
A slow, testing motion.
Your breath hitched slightly, forcing yourself to look at the screen, to not give him the satisfaction. Despite your wants, your brain drifted to stare in peripheral vision. It was something you learnt how to do as a child, knowing that even a small look gave away everything. You hated when people knew.
Yet he stilled, the silence deafening.
You couldn't take it much longer, eyes glancing over at him as your breath caught at the sight of golden eyes that flickered from your lips to your eyes. You swallow hard like a fucking cartoon character.
The smug, sly, pearly white smirk that you wouldn't mind tearing off his face slowly spread across his lips, teeth flashing briefly beneath the dim lab light.
"There you are," he said in that soft, gravel edged tone "Keep looking at me like that, pretty thing."
The heat crawled up to your neck once more, such an awfully familiar feeling that you'll think you'd never get used to.
You turned your head away, a quiet huff escapes through your nose.
You don't think Jake liked it too much.
His ears twitched faintly "Hey, hey-" He leaned closer, his tail curls tighter around the leg of your chair by instinct.
"Where you goin', honey?" his voice rolled low and rough, like distant thunder softened by rain. Ears twitching faintly from the sound of your uneven breath.
before you could even slip a word in, the pads of his fingers did the talking for you with a touch that was lightly pressed down to turn your head back to him. Slow. Testing.
You could feel your pulse skip hard under his touch , lips now slightly parted with a silent prayer he doesn't notice.
You stared back into those warm golden eyes.
whiskey, old fashioned.
A smooth, burning amber that's poured into a clear glass beneath dim light. Meant for someone who likes the mild, aching sensation slipping down their throat.
Jakes eyes drag to look down your neck, his smile deepens.
Fuck.
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His tongue swipes against yours, messy and natural.
It was slow, fluid without interruption. testing.
You could hear the sound of his breaths between each kissā so warm, full. Yet so hungry.
something in your lower belly coils at the feeling of his body against yours, now perched on the edge of your desk with big arms wrapped around you eagerly, holding on like he's never going to let go.
Jake pulled back, not far as he pressed his forehead against yours, catching his breath with a teething smile.
His fingers snake up to wrap around your neck, thumb rubbing against the center of your throat.
Whiskey flashes through your mind as those honeyed eyes stare back into yours.
"There we go." He murmured like he had won something. Asshole always had to have the upper hand in everything.
Your cheeks burned immediately.
"Shut up."
He lets out a quiet laugh, breathy with a slight rasp as he brushes his nose against yours.
"Can't, not this time, honey." His tone dropped lower. "You sound so pretty when you're nervous."
You don't know how to respond to that.
It was easier to ignore the comments point blank. But now that you can still taste him on your tongue. Syrupy, salty. It wasn't exactly easy to just respond in a 'hmph' at him.
"..You talk too much."
Your eyebrow twitched faintly before you leaned into him, soft lips on his.
You actually could feel him getting caught off guard- for a moment. There was a stillness that lasted for barely a second.
He kissed you back, deep, eager like it was something he had been begging for the moment he walked into the room.
"I need you."
his voice was filled with neediness. his loud mouth had now simmered into something quieterā desperate and raspy.
basically a mumble spoken between kisses.
His thumb dipped into the waistband of your pants, giving a small tug as he waited for a signal that you wanted this too.
"I bet." You loosened the tie around your pants, letting him drag it down to be discarded somewhere onto the cold concrete floor.
He let out another quiet pant through his lips, an amused noise leaving his throat.
Large, thick hands slowly trailed along your knees before hookingunder them.
His head dips between your thighs.
Golden hued eyes stay locked on you as he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, broad shoulders settled between your legs as your fingers go to entangle themselves into his dark braided hair.
"Jake.." You murmur, breath hitched.
his ears perk at the sound of your voice.
His throat rumbles something deeper, rougher. Less human.
His eyes finally drops, straight to the growing damp spot through the thin fabric of your panties.
"Look at you," his thumb swipes against the corner of your knee. "Pretty thing."
Heat swells up across your face to the tip of your ears.
"I haven't even touched you yet," His tone was smokey-warm with a slight rasp, your tummy churned.
Low lidded glowing ochre eyes shamelessly locked in on your clothed sex. "So wet already for me, honey?"
The small sound that left you was embarrassingly helpless, Jakeās grin deepened instantly at the reaction.
A soft whimper escapes your lips as he nuzzles his face into your pussy. He let out a satisfied groan as he breathed in your smell.
"I could smell you as soon as I came in here," He admitted, eyes fluttering shut as he breathes you in. "Sweet little thing."
hot embarrassment blooms against your skin, did he smell what he was doing to you this whole time?
His fingers curled into your underwear, sliding them down to your ankles as the cold air blew against your exposed sex.
"Shit," His tone made you shiver, voice dragging against your warm skin. "So fucking pretty, baby."
"Do you have to stare?" The embarrassment was clear from your tone, face scrunching up as you spoke.
"Can't I admire my best friend's pussy?" He let out a laugh, voice cracked into something with a thick raspy edge. "Relax, honey." He drawled, lips brushing against your inner thigh while heavy hands squeezed at the underside of your knees.
It wasn't exactly easy to relax when you could feel his breath on your exposed skin.
The patience he once had disappeared as he buried his face between your thighs again.
A soft whimper escapes your lips as he worked at your wet pussy, tongue teasing your entrance as large fingers curled tightened their grip on your knees.
"You taste so sweet," His breath made your body tingle, eyes fluttering shut.
A palm thwacks at your thigh, the contact making your eyes open wide. "No, baby." He purred, golden eyes flicking up to you. "I want you to watch me make you come undone."
You grit your teeth, face already flushed from his ministrations.
Without waiting for an answer, he dives back in in a more aggressive motion.
It wasn't a soft tease like before, it felt almost hungry. His tongue laps at your slit bottom to top in one long, heavy stroke. the messy sound of his tongue working against your puffy pussy, echoing through the quiet office.
His thumb slid up to spread you wider, hooking into the creases of your thighs to expose every trembling inch of you. He found your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub to coax another sweet moan from you. His tail lashed behind him at the sound you made.
"Good girl," He rasped softly, "Keep looking at me, just like that."
He spat into your cunt, licking another long stripe up before flicking his tongue over and over at your clit.
"Fuckā don't stop," you whimpered, eager for him to keep that same rhythm as your fingers tightened on his hair.
The warm pressure in your stomach strengthened, heat twisting tightly.
His tongue lapped, coaxing juices from your wet heat.
As quickly as the feeling of your tummy fluttering, the pressure of his tongue vanished.
Your breath is caught, brows furrowed enough to create a crease between them. A daze frown plays on your lips.
"Don't look at me like that, baby." He coos, his sharped tooth grin widening as he pulled himself up to you again.
You grimace, he laughs tongue moving to lick the juices off his fangs.
"Asswipe."
"You love it."
The hue on your cheeks darkened at his words.
His head dips to the column of your neck, scattered kisses creeping up all the way up to the edge of your jawline while His hands now are splayed along your thighs.
"I love when you don't interrupt work more."
He then pressed two fingers against your clit, working on the eager button as his kisses became long licks on your throat.
The shiver that ran through you made the insults conjured up into your brain dissolve into mush.
It's not fair, how all he had to do was press the right switch to turn your brain off.
His index finger inserted itself into the weeping warmth, the digit curling against the squishy part of your pussy. It took up so much space, already filling the achy gap.
A soft moan escaped you while his free hand wrapped around your chin. His temple lightly is pressing against yours.
"So sweet for me, angel." He praised, letting out a soft hum before his lips pressed against yours again.
You could only whimper in response as your eyebrow twitched, wanting to say something- anything to him.
"You're making me scared, honey." He admitted, eyes flickering down to watch his finger disappear into your pussy before locking back onto yours. "I don't think my cock's gonna fit you." The words were meant to sound worried, sorrowful. But he just couldn't help the amused tone etched into his gravelly voice slip out.
You wanted to curse at him, fingers curling at the edge of the wooden desk. Yet all you could do was let out a whimper as his eyes were now locked in on yours.
"Can't talk now, can you?" He teased, letting out an entertained huff through his lips.
You frown.
He pulls back to cock his head to the side, watching the expression you held before he smiled once more. An extra finger slips into your pussy, like a punishment.
Asshole!
You feel your thighs tremble, the pace of his fingers quickening inside your cunt as eyes remained on the little panicked face you made. He leans a little closer, soft breath brushing against your lips.
"I'm going to ruin you."
Your heart skips hard against your ribs.
You squirmed instinctively while the two fingers inside your pussy spread slightly, opening you apart.
His gaze shamelessly shifts to your thighs, staring at your pussy while wet squelches popped out, tail thrashing about behind him.
You could feel the shift in him almost immediately.
His pupils narrowed into small slits as every broken sound you made pulled something rougher into his throat.
It felt too good, tongue feeling weak in your mouth as you swallowed hard.
He pulls his front closer to you, crowding the little space you had completely as your cunt eagerly soaks up the long, thick digits worked inside you.
"Fuck." He rasped.
A warm rush of heat twists in your lower belly, forming a tight knot sharply. The sensation felt like a threat to your gut that wanted to pull you under.
"Jake..I'm gonna-"
"Do it, baby."
The hunger in his eyes consumed you entirely, devouring you whole.
Your hips jerked back instinctively from the overwhelming pressure building inside of you.
"No no no, don't run away now." He lets out a breathy chuckle, pulling you closer with his free hand. You writhed as his fingers curled slightly before placing themselves at a rough, cruel rhythm.
"I hate you!-"
A wave of an almost mean, strong pleasure rushed over you. Stealing all the words from your mouth.
You shuddered beneath him, walls clamping down in frantic pulses while Jake watched you with blown pupils. Breath more rugged and less controlled. The orgasm crushed you as if Jake's body didn't.
"Don't be like that, sweet girl." He murmured softer this time, pressing a gentle peck at your temple as he eased up slightly.
"Pretty."
"All for me."
Your breath steadied, slowly but surely. Jake rested against you, head now dipped to the crook of your neck.
The storm was still rumbling in Hell's Gate, computer screen casting a dim blue light from across the room.
The only audible sound being the sound of Jakes breath, soft and more controlled. That and the soft pitter patter of the steady rain streaking windows.
You glanced around, desk cluttered and a scattered mess matching the sticky residue between your thighs.
A silence ensued, heavy yet somehow...peaceful?
You were expecting him to leave by now, to pull away or maybe leave you here.
Yet minutes passed, and he was still there.
His hands were now rested on your thighs, giving a gentle squeeze of your soft skin.
"Your thinking too loud."
Your eyebrow twitches almost instantly.
"Oh, so you can hear what people's thoughts?"
"Well, not people." He huffed, pulling back to look into your eyes.
Rich mahogany coloured eyes stared down at you, searching for something.
"It's always been you."
His hands slid up to the dip of your waist, thumb idly tracing soft circles.
"...Don't do that." Your eyes drifted away, refusing to look at his pretty face for too long. Your hands reach his chest, gently pressing down.
He doesn't budge, of course he didn't.
A man much larger than you wouldn't be moved by some half-hearted shove. It would take much more than that, considering how skilled he is as a one of the top Marines.
"Do what?"
You stayed silent, a scowl tugging on your face as your eyebrows knitted together.
"I know you feel the same way."
His fingers took your jaw, the pad of his thumb pressed against your chin as he made you look up at him.
"I won't push this." His tone was soft, reassuring.
He pressed his forehead against yours, gentle. Unusual.
"But when you're ready, I'll be here."
Another Authors note: I hope you guys liked this fic, my first one! I am not taking requests as of late and might go on hiatus after this. ^^