Jake Sully x Neytiri Sully x Female Human Reader
Word count | 19k
Content | 18+, angst, threesome, explicit smut, oral sex, p in v
Read part I here + part II here
Summary | Almost a year has passed. When Bridgehead is attacked and turned to flaming ruin, helping Jake escape prison before it collapses is your only option. But nothing could prepare you to face his terrifying wife, Neytiri—or for things to take an unexpected turn when you're whisked off your feet and flown straight into an awkward, wildly intimate situation.
The explosions hit first.
Staggering. A brutal, physical force of shockwaves that ripples the walls, reverberating right through the soles of your boots and tearing everyone away from the normality of the evening and into a stricken state of panic and confusion.
And then the revolving emergency lights bear down—casting long, crimson shadows down the bullet-grey corridors of Bridgehead prison, closely followed by the piercing, ear-splitting alarm overhead that rattles your very teeth.
Shit. Well, this can't be good.
You push your way through streams of mindless RDA staff in the hall, your shoulders slamming against theirs as they rush past you toward the source of chaos outside.
But you're running in the opposite direction. Against the crowd.
Deeper into the groaning structure of the building where the air grows thick and hot, and every muscle in your body screams at you to get the fuck out.
You have to get to Jake. To his cell within the suffocating pit of the prison before anyone else thinks to.
It feels like an eternity of running through the hellish, scarlet maze with the dreadful alarm pounding in your eardrums, and by the time you finally reach the airlock, your throat is raw. Your skin is licked in a layer of sweat under your shirt. Your chest heaves violently.
You're accustomed to your heart pounding against your ribs as you stand here in front of this thick, metal door—the electric anticipation of entering Jake's cell always has that effect on you.
But right now, it's for an entirely different reason.
You fumble with your keycard in your trembling, clammy fingers and it clatters to the floor.
Fuck.
You scramble to pick it back up, and with your knees wobbling like jelly, you rush to swipe it through the slot and punch in the code.
The split second it starts to slide open, you force your way in—the freezing steel of the heavy-duty door scraping hard against your chest as you stumble into Jake's space.
The floor-to-ceiling window of his cell is like the surface of still, black water behind him. His dreadlocks and kuru whip through the air as he spins toward you swiftly, immediately locking onto your presence with a predatory reflex driven by pure adrenaline.
His ears are pinned flat to his skull to block out the invasive shriek of the alarm. His knees are bent, thighs visibly tensed under his jumpsuit, one hand splayed out in front of him as though the air itself might be enough to ground him. He looks almost vulnerable with his eyes so wide and alert—his round, dilated pupils reflecting the glare of the dark red emergency light above like two black mirrors.
A wave of recognition floods his features the moment he clocks it's you, and he's at your side in a flash—sliding to a heavy crouch right before you, his giant hands engulfing your shoulders.
"Baby! What's going on?"
His voice is raised in panic, a deep vibration that you feel in your ribs as he fights to be heard over the penetrating screech of the alarm.
"I don't know!" you shout back desperately, clutching his forearms by instinct. "It feels bad—"
The walls cut you off as a violent tremor erupts through the building, knocking you completely off balance. The concrete heaves beneath your feet, and you claw at Jake’s arms to keep from going down.
"I need you to lead us outta here—discreetly. You know a way out?" he barks, his huge, sharp eyes fixing fiercely on yours as his grip tightens around your shoulders.
Your stomach drops, your eyes going wide with sudden dread. "But what if we get caught—"
"We'll deal with that when we come to it. We gotta move—now—before this place falls on our heads."
You stare at him, chest heaving as your mind franticly maps every route out of the building—any path that offers a chance of keeping you both invisible and alive. Sneaking out a nine-foot Na'vi will never be discreet, but with the chaos raining down on Bridgehead outside, there might be just enough distraction to slip by.
The conduits.
"There's a route through the utility conduits," you tell him, speaking fast over the groan of the building. "It dumps out near the maintenance stairwell—nobody uses it."
"Good. That's good," Jake nods grimly. His tail lashes uneasily behind him as he squeezes your shoulders, anchoring you. "We move fast, alright? I can't be out there long without a mask."
You nod, opening your mouth to speak.
But you freeze.
Your words get stuck like stones in your throat as you stare back at your own dark reflection in Jake's wide, expectant eyes.
Whatever is going on outside... it’s dangerous. Really dangerous. You could die out there—get caught in the blast radius or torn to smithereens by whatever force is tearing the base apart.
But that isn't what drains the warmth straight from your veins, despite the heavy heat of Jake's hands on your shoulders.
It's the thought of him being free.
Of being able to do whatever he wants to the moment he steps foot out there.
What happens to him? To you? To whatever this is between you?
Will you lose him?
Will he race off the second he's out, back to his real life—leaving you behind in this crumbling human ruin without so much as a single afterthought?
After all the late-night conversations... the inside jokes, the banter, the stolen visits to his cell? The frantic, mind-blowing sex? The heavy shared breaths, how your skin feels against his, the way he calls you baby—
"BABY! HEY!"
Your icy train of thought shatters as Jake gives your shoulders a sharp shake, his deep voice slicing straight through the haze of your panic.
"Focus. Open that door. Can you do that for me?"
You swallow down the sickening knot in your stomach—the terror of getting caught, of dying... of losing him. You steel yourself, looking up into his eyes.
You nod, quick and shallow.
"Okay."
Without giving the fear time to sink its claws in any deeper, you spin toward the door and punch in the override code—the towering height of Jake right behind you.
You shoot a glance back up at him, mouthing follow me over the deafening alarm.
He stalls for a split second, his jumpsuit straining tight across his chest as he takes a swift, deep inhale—sucking in air to keep his system regulated for the way out—before lurching forward. His broad hand splays over your back, ushering you straight into the dark, crimson glare of the airlock.
It's a surreal sight, watching him duck to clear the metal doorframe—his first step out of that cramped box of a cell in almost a year.
But there's no time to marvel at it. No time for anything other than escaping this burning, screaming hellhole before it completely collapses on top of you both.
You lead the way down the hall, Jake trailing right behind you like a massive, silent shadow as you sprint toward the utility hatch.
The moment you burst through the exit into the depot yard, Jake gasps—his massive chest expanding as he draws in a desperate flood of the Pandoran atmosphere his body was craving.
It’s not fresh air. It’s dense, metallic, and thick with ash—every bit as choked and stifling as the burning facility behind you.
You pant heavily, your own breath fogging hot inside your mask as you stare in sheer disbelief at the flaming hellscape before you.
The orange glow of the inferno consuming Bridgehead dances across your visor, warping the grey night into a nightmare of licking flames and towering plumes of black smoke.
Mechs and RDA personnel scatter frantically in every direction, their distant shouts swallowed by the deafening roar of a ruptured fuel line spewing a thirty-foot geyser of fire into the dark. A squad of SecOps soldiers scrambles along the perimeter, heavy boots clattering on the metal grating as they scream into their comms.
Overhead, the heavy, rhythmic wup-wup-wup of Samson rotors tears through the air. Before you can even spot the gunship, Jake throws his massive weight over you—tackling you low and shielding your body with his own just as a blinding white searchlight cuts through the haze, searing the ground mere inches from where you're pinned.
"We need to move, c'mon," he urges breathlessly, his voice grating low against your ear as he pulls you up and away from the devastation. He locks his large hand over yours, his grip tight and unyielding as he drags you in a low crouch toward a nearby AMP-suit transport for cover.
You press your backs flush against the hard, corrugated metal just as the searchlight sweeps overhead, blinding and hot, before disappearing back into the glowing smog. You glance up at Jake, your chest heaving against your exopack.
"If we break for it now, they'll pick us off before we even hit the dirt," he hisses lowly, his voice gravelly and strained. His golden eyes dart between the jagged gaps leading to the open clearing and the high perimeter wall towering in the distance. "So, what's the plan?"
"As if I know!" you hiss back, throwing your hands up in exasperation.
His sooty, sweat-slicked face darts down to you, his eyes flashing with a flicker of dry amusement.
"Well... then there is no plan," he mutters, his ears twitching as he turns his gaze back toward the carnage. "Just you and me."
"I hadn't exactly planned a prison break into my schedule today, Jake," you quip back brattishly, a streak of irritation cutting through your panic as you glare across the clearing. "Oh, sorry! I forgot I have to cancel dinner tonight because I'm risking my life to save a big, blue idiot while near enough having my face melted off by—"
You break off abruptly at the sharp, violent rustle of fabric behind you.
Snapping your head back toward Jake, your breath hitches. He’s aggressively ripping off his prison jumpsuit—tugging it down his massive legs, stumbling slightly, and kicking the orange bundle into a crumpled heap in the corner of the transport.
"What the hell are you doing?" you hiss, your eyes practically popping out of your head as they involuntarily track up the stark, bioluminescent-dotted blue expanse of his bare body towering over you.
You can't stop them. They trace over his broad, sweat-slicked shoulders glowing amber in the firelight, down the cut of his abdomen, right to the absurdly skimpy loincloth left covering his modesty.
Fuck's sake. Why does he have to be so mind-numbingly distracting when you're literally inches from death?
"Ain't sitting in that damn thing a second longer," he grunts, his glowing eyes flashing down at you before snapping toward a path he's spotted across the yard. "Stop staring at me. C'mon."
Before you can even process the view, he grabs you—his big, warm fingers locking tight around your hand as he shoves you forward. He catches you by the waist and hoists you high, knocking the breath clean out of your lungs as he tosses you effortlessly over a metal barrier before vaulting over it himself in one fluid motion.
You both break into the open in a low, frantic sprint, targeting a massive hangar for your next patch of cover—until a sound stops you dead in your tracks.
A piercing, primordial shriek vibrates through your very marrow.
It isn't the mechanical thrum of a Samson like you'd expect—god, you wish it were.
It's followed by the thunderous, heavy snap of leather membranes tearing through the sky. A sudden downforce of wind batters you from above, swirling a blinding vortex of dust, ash, and heat that nearly knocks you off your feet.
Your heart stops. The air turns to heavy lead in your chest as panic seizes you. You stumble back, staring up into the ash-choked vortex as the creature hits the deck with the weight of a falling building—its primal hiss vibrating through the metal grating and straight up through your boots.
"Stay close to me," Jake growls. His voice drops into a dark, protective rumble as he drops into a low defensive stance, shoving you behind his leg. You wrap yourself around his thigh, clinging to him like he's the only anchor left in a world going up in flames.
Your knees threaten to buckle as you peer out from behind him.
You recognize it immediately—an ikran. You’ve seen the dragon-like predators a thousand times in RDA briefing footage, but nothing could have prepared you for the petrifying scale of the beast towering in the flesh right before your eyes.
Its teeth are like rows of curved razors; its leathery teal and gold hide smeared with jagged streaks of crimson blood-paint. As your eyes trace the thick shelf of its massive, leathery wings, your gaze lands on her—
She slips from the beast soundlessly, descending to her feet with the effortless grace of a born hunter as she detaches from the ikran's kuru, her eyes blazing like molten fire.
Her longbow is drawn tight at her side as she moves, sweeping toward you both with swift, predatory strides—a lethal hiss ready for any soldier foolish enough to draw near.
You can do nothing but stare, completely spellbound. Every ounce of fear and rational thought is stripped away by the mesmerizing sight of this nine-foot warrior bathed in the red and white paint of the Mangkwan raiders.
She wears next to nothing: a thin sliver of a woven wrap across her ash-dusted chest, a matching band binding her slender upper arm, and tight, cut-out leather leggings clinging to her lithe, powerful legs.
Jake slowly draws himself up to his full height, his broad hand splayed out in front of him, his voice cracking in utter disbelief when he finally finds the breath to speak her name.
"N-Neytiri?"
You glance up at him, your mouth hanging open. His dumbfounded gaze sweeps over her body, drinking in the sight of the ash and crimson war paint as if checking whether he's staring at a ghost.
"Baby?"
He takes a rough, hesitant step forward, yanking his thigh straight out of your grip. You make a pathetic swipe at the empty air after him—a desperate, futile attempt to reach the only anchor of safety you had left.
But you're left behind.
Completely abandoned and utterly exposed in the inferno of Bridgehead, watching as Jake crashes forward to collide with her.
He traps her against him in a crushing, mindless embrace—spinning her around and curtaining her in his dreadlocks as he envelops her body in his arms, his tail sweeping around her in a heavy, desperate arc. He catches her hand, lacing his five fingers through her four in a painfully tight squeeze as he buries his face deep into the crook of her long, painted neck.
You catch the small, damp glint of his tongue amidst his coarse hair as he drags his mouth across her shoulder in fierce, open-mouthed kisses. His tail tucks low, his entire frame trembling as he tries to pour an entire year’s worth of pent-up grief, affection, and desperate love into his wife in a single breath.
You nearly double over.
You genuinely think you might throw up right into the filter of your exopack.
Your lungs feel like sagging, deflated balloons—void of air as you watch the breadth of Jake's muscular, striped back curve into a protective dome over her lean Na'vi frame. A body that perfectly matches his own magnificent scale.
One that was made for him.
The thought wrings your intestines into a violent, sickening mess.
And then the overwhelming flood of shame hits you like a cyclone.
What the fuck have you been thinking this whole time?
Did you really believe—even for a split second—that you actually stood some kind of chance with Jake Sully? When you aren't even the same goddamn species?
Has he just been using you this whole time?
Was he thinking of her—his stunning, Na'vi-warrior wife—the entire time he fucked you and played around with you in his prison cell? While you let him treat you like his little, dirty human sex doll?
Were you merely a distraction—a warm body he could hold onto and squeeze while he dawdled away his prison time, waiting for his beautiful, heroic queen to come and tear down his metal tower?
Was it all nothing to him?
Your eyes burn with the overwhelming sting of ashamed tears as the grim reality slices through you like a knife.
A pain that cuts just as quickly as Neytiri violently rips herself out of Jake's grasp.
Her braids whip against his chest as she spins out of his arms, her long tail snapping sharply against her thighs in agitation.
"Ma Jake! You waste time!" she hisses fiercely, wearing a scowl that could make even the most savage of beasts cower in fear.
Jake slumps instantly under her rebuke—his broad shoulders rounding, his ears pinning flat against his head like a disciplined hound.
It's impossible to stop the images from flashing across your mind like a vivid, fleeting showreel—him dominating you in his cell, a godly force of pure blue muscle and absolute control over your tiny body. That calm, dangerous confidence that never slipped for a single second with you, always ready to put you effortlessly in your place.
It's a brutal, sickening contrast to how he looks now: a towering warrior shrinking like a scolded child under his wife's scathing command.
"Who is this?" she suddenly snarls.
The sound tears through the chaos like a whip, throwing you back to reality with a violent jolt.
You freeze as a sharp stab on panic pierces your chest. Those amber-yellow daggers aren't looking at the fire, or the sky, or the facility.
They are locked directly on you.
Your blood runs cold.
She drops into a low, guarded crouch, her tail lashing out violently behind her as her red-painted lips curl back—revealing fangs even sharper, even more lethal than Jake's. She looks like she's one ear twitch away from shredding you to pieces like the intrusive piece of RDA shit you are.
Jake throws a quick, frantic glare back at you before springing forward. He interposes his body between you and Neytiri, his hands slapping down over her tensed shoulders to hold her back.
"It's okay! It's okay—she's with me, baby," he blurts out, his voice laced with hasty, trembling panic. "She helped me escape. She's on our side!"
Neytiri's glare snaps up to him. Her fierce amber eyes search his face for an agonizing second before narrowing back on you in two icy, deadly slits.
The suffocating silence is shattered as a heavy stream of gunfire rips through the clearing.
The metallic ping-ping-ping of stray rounds shredding through nearby plating, coupled with the frantic, booming stomps of approaching AMP suits, sends all three of you diving instantly for cover.
Neytiri is back at her ikran’s side in two swift strides, sliding her kuru into the creature's whip-like neural tendril as she leaps effortlessly onto the saddle.
"JAKE! Get on, NOW!" she screeches over the deafening roar of fire and iron.
He springs toward the banshee by pure instinct, the heavy muscle in his arms bunching as he reaches to pull himself up into the air.
But he falters.
He freezes for a fractional second—as though an entirely different part of his brain has violently seized the controls.
His head snaps back towards you.
Standing there. Completely alone and fragile in the open target zone.
You watch the tumultuous war rage inside him in the span of a single heartbeat. His sharp features twist—his brows pinching tight, his ears pinned flat against his head as he stares down at you with something heavy, guilty and suffocating.
Something you desperately wish you could mistake for heartache.
The tall outline of him begins to blur and warp as tears pool in your eyes, finally breaking free to trace burning, salty paths down your cheeks—trapped inside the suffocating cage of your mask.
"Please don't leave me..." you mumble weakly.
The words are barely a breath, instantly swallowed by the deafening chatter of incoming gunfire and the frantic, heavy thrashing of the ikran's massive wings.
You feel microscopic. Irrelevant. Completely drowned in your own pathetic misery inside the glass prison of your exopack.
A harsh, ragged sob tears through your lungs as you stare down at your dirt-stained boots, trying to force your mind to accept the agonizing truth: you have to let him go. Two fat tears splash onto the inside glass of your visor, your shoulders shuddering on the verge of total collapse.
But then—you feel it.
A sudden, massive weight swoops down around your trembling fingers.
Jake's hand engulfs yours.
Burning hot. Solid. Immovable. The broad, calloused blue hand you’ve learned to know better than your own, crushing your fingers in a grip so desperate and tight it borders on pain.
Your mind goes completely numb as you’re swept forward by Jake's urgent, sweeping strides. Before your brain can process the sheer absurdity of the danger, he’s heaving you up onto the rough leather saddle of the massive, leather-winged beast behind Neytiri.
You crash forward into a straddle, flush against her lean back. Jake clambers up directly behind you in the next breath, wedging your small frame tightly against hers with his massive, solid chest just as another barrage of deafening gunfire shatters the air.
"SA'ATA, GO!" Neytiri screeches shrilly over the roar of the engines and cracking rifles.
You clutch her waist automatically—a desperate lifeline for your petrified hands—just as Jake's thick forearm fastens like a steel band around your stomach. He pulls you back, locking you securely against his torso while his other hand lands flat on Neytiri's hip right beneath yours.
Sa'ata lunges skyward with a chest-rattling, deafening shriek. The brutal reptilian muscle of her thick frame bunches violently beneath your thighs, and the sudden g-force slams your head straight back into Jake's chest—knocking the air completely out of your lungs as the ikran climbs with rapid, terrifying momentum.
The air turns into a freezing, violent vortex as the beast weaves through the night sky, dodging brilliant tracer rounds streaking through the dark. Higher, higher, higher you climb. Your grip on Neytiri's waist tightens into a bruising squeeze, and you press back into Jake with every ounce of strength you have, desperately wishing you could dissolve straight into the safety of his body.
Your stomach is left behind on the industrial grating below. You peer down at the dizzying drop as the burning, jagged landscape of Bridgehead shrinks into a flickering, miniature inferno—rapidly swallowing itself as you fly past the city walls and into the deep, dark unknown of Pandora's jungle.
You don't know at what point the darkness took hold of you.
You only remember the rush of wind suddenly hushing silent, and the sensation of Jake's large hand catching your falling jaw to steady you as your head slipped.
You felt him pull you into the comforting cove of his body, resting your head against the solid cradle of his arm as you drifted off into a heavy, dreamless sleep.
When your eyes finally flutter open, dawn is spilling over the horizon.
The forest is suddenly there beneath you, illuminated in full glory by the pristine, liquid-gold rays of early morning sunlight.
It's an utterly breathtaking, raw sight.
You blink in astonishment as you gaze past the shelf of Sa'ata's wingspan at the glorious, rich green expanse panning out as far as the eye can see. Magnificent, ancient trees create canopies far wider and deeper than anything you've ever witnessed in your entire life. You'd almost forgotten what real trees actually looked like, having been trapped in the sterile, concrete confines of Bridgehead for so long.
"Wow," you whisper.
The sound is immediately swept away into the slipstream of cool, rushing wind.
You glance down to find your hand resting on Jake's forearm, still fastened securely around your waist—unmoved from where you last found it before passing out—though his grip is looser now. His other arm rests over his thigh next to you, his hand casually resting on Neytiri's hip.
Your stomach tightens as you realize that the thick, heavy base of her tail is draped over your thigh as she sits straddled right in front of you. Her long braids whip behind her in the wind, brushing just above your head, as she pilots Sa'ata in focused, icy silence.
The vivid memory of her from last night floods back, and you press yourself further back against Jake, trying to create as much distance from her as humanly possible despite being lodged between them both.
You peer up behind you to check on Jake, and your breath unexpectedly catches in your throat.
He's gazing somewhere far out in the distance, his eyes slightly narrowed against the warm, golden light spilling over the horizon. From your viewpoint beneath his jawline, he looks regal. Breathtaking. His ears are sleek and streamlined against his head as his thick mane of untamed dreadlocks flutters behind him in the slipstream. His smooth, striped skin is practically glowing—a rich tone of azure you've never seen, blending seamlessly with the pastel blue sky above him.
You realize—with a sharp kick in the teeth—that this is the first time you've actually seen him outside, in the pure, unadulterated light of day.
The thought makes your heart ache.
You press your fingertips gently into his forearm, and his big, golden eyes instantly drop down to find yours.
He looks exhausted. His eyes are heavy and rimmed with the strain of a chaotic, sleepless night, but the moment he registers you awake and looking at him, he offers you a small, tired smile—his fingers twitching against your side in a soft, reassuring squeeze.
He leans forward over Neytiri's shoulder, sandwiching you almost suffocatingly between their big frames.
"Land. Anywhere," he murmurs softly over the wind, his deep, low voice vibrating right through your back.
You catch Neytiri's side profile as she glances back over her shoulder. She clicks her tongue in a sharp, unspoken command, and your stomach immediately lurches into your throat as Sa'ata suddenly descends, gliding down toward a wide, rushing body of crystal-clear water.
She banks in a long, sweeping curve as you approach, her massive shadow racing across the water's surface like a dark blade. With a few final, powerful flares of her wings, Sa'ata back-paddles against the air, her sharp talons extending out beneath her as she lands with a series of heavy, staggered thumps that rattle your teeth.
And then—stillness.
It's so still. Quiet. Peaceful.
Neytiri slips from her perch with a fluid, silent grace that makes her seem eerily weightless despite her massive size, stepping down Sa'ata's wing and onto the uneven, rocky surface of the riverbank.
The moment she's down, she disconnects her kuru, and her eyes snap up sharply to lock with yours. The exhaustion from the long night hasn't melted an ounce of her icy suspicion—if anything, the yellow-gold of her sharp, untrustworthy gaze is somehow even more predatory and terrifying in the crisp morning sun.
You release a breath you didn't know you were holding the moment she turns away and slinks off.
Jake finally releases his arm around you, climbing off Sa'ata's wing after her, his feet hitting the pebbles with a heavy, solid crunch. He reaches up for you, slipping his hands around your waist as he hoists you up and sets you gently down onto the rocks.
You try not to trip over yourself as Sa'ata lets out a loud, screeching rumble, shaking her thick, scaly neck as she claws her way to the edge of the rushing stream. She plunges her head straight into the clear water, taking loud, rough laps with her massive tongue.
"You alright?" Jake mumbles under his breath as he crouches down to your level.
He cups the bottom of your mask, tilting your head slightly, and you realize he's checking the battery life on your exopack. You'd completely forgotten about it, but a wave of relief washes over you when you spot the small glowing bar signaling it's just over half full.
Still, the sudden realization that this fragile sliver of glass in front of your face is the only thing keeping you from choking to death on the toxic air around you is terrifying. You swallow down the rising anxiety, nodding at Jake.
"I'm okay. What about..." You cast a wary glance at Neytiri—crouched further downstream, cupping water in her palms as she refreshes herself. Your heart picks up, panic quickly bubbling over, and your eyes dart back to Jake as you press a hand to your suffocating mask. "Oh crap, Jake, I'm gonna die, aren't I—"
"Hey, woah, no, you're not. Calm down. Look, I'll sort it," he rumbles, sliding a heavy, comforting hand over the side of your head. "We'll get you a new pack back at High Camp. Just... let me talk to Neytiri first." He pauses, before adding under his breath, "She's not exactly the happiest bunny."
You chew your bottom lip as Jake straightens to his full height, giving you one more reassuring glance before turning and making his way down the pebble shore toward Neytiri.
You feel like a lost toddler as you stand with your arms crossed tight over your body, glancing around at the vast canopy, across the twinkling water at the huge, jagged rocks, and toward the most unique-looking flora you've ever seen.
At least the surroundings are stunningly idyllic. Not the worst place to die if your mask runs out—or if Neytiri decides to put an end to you before it does.
You're suddenly hit with surprise as you tune into the sound of Jake and Neytiri conversing back and forth in the thick, rolling dialect of Na'vi. You glance over at them, straining your ears to hear the rapid, elegant syllables breaking through the quiet of the morning.
You're not sure why it catches you off guard—it is the native language here, after all—but as you watch them, wishing more than anything that you could understand what they're saying, you're pulled into a deeply hypnotic fascination.
You watch how Jake's mouth moves as naturally as if he'd never spent a single day away from this world. How the easy, practiced slip of foreign vowels rolls from his tongue like liquid silk. How the muscles of his throat shift with each sharp click and each deep, soft reverberation, his ears and tail twitching in subtle, unspoken responses to Neytiri's own silent cues.
You swallow hard, trying to push away just how painfully attractive you find it. How it warms you from the inside out to see him command the language like he's some sort of linguistic god ruling his own territory.
It reveals a side of him you've never had the privilege or reason to know. An alien side that never existed nor needed to within the bland, muted walls of Bridgehead prison. A version of him that belongs entirely to the wild, vibrant heart of Pandora.
To her.
You sigh, the sound echoing hollow inside your mask. It's a stark, painful reminder that he is home.
And you are merely a visitor, standing lost in a vast, wild world where you don't belong.
You step away to give them space, picking your way over the jagged terrain to a spot a little further down the bank where the pebbles are smaller and easier under your boots.
You crouch down at the water's edge to submerge your hands in the cool, crystalline water. It's incredibly refreshing, and you suddenly wish you could strip off your heavy, dirty RDA uniform and plunge in entirely—letting the current wash away the thick, sooty sweat of Bridgehead that still clings to your skin like a stifling coat.
You close your eyes, taking a moment to really absorb the calm, peaceful atmosphere of the forest. To inhale the sweetness of the fresh, unpolluted air through the filter of your mask.
Pandora. The place you'd dreamt of long before you were locked up in the metal cage of the RDA.
The reason you fell so deeply in love with the man who brought you here.
The musical, rushing thrum of the rapids blending with the vibrant choir of humming wildlife from the surrounding canopy fills your head, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you can actually breathe.
There's no clanging of heavy metal or industrial hustle. No buzzing electronics, no crackling, interruptive overhead announcements. Nothing to peel you away from the pure, tranquil serenity that this world instills in you.
It feels like the cusp of a fresh start. Food for the soul. A place you could easily find yourself learning to call home. It's not like you had much of a life to leave behind at Bridgehead, anyway.
Maybe you could start a new life here, with Jake, if he's willing to have you. So long as Neytiri doesn't tear your heart out and show it to you first.
Maybe you could finally meet his family, his kids—the ones he was always telling you about. Meet the natives. Explore the beauty and wonder that this world has to offer with your man at your side—
"MURGHH, JAKE!!! HOW COULD YOU???"
You jolt violently, your eyes nearly leaving their sockets as you're snatched away from your moment of peace by the sudden, unbridled fury of Neytiri's throaty growl echoing through the quiet clearing. You understand those English words as clearly as the freezing water that splashes up your shirt sleeves as you snap your gaze over to them.
"What was going through your stupid mind?!" she hisses, her ears pinned flat to her skull as she shoves Jake in the chest with a fierceness that sends him stumbling back a step into the edge of the cold water. Her eyes are wide with rage as she glares him down like he's absolute scum. "Did you think you could take this human home with us? Keep her like a little pink pet?"
"Neytiri, please," Jake mumbles, desperately trying—and failing—to calm her down, clutching onto her ash-painted forearms, his own ears flattened back. "I couldn't just leave her back there, alright? Not after she helped me out so much. Look, we'll figure this out together—"
"Oh, I am sure she helped you out, ma Jake," she huffs, letting out a sharp, sarcastic chuckle, her jaw jutted out as she rips her arms away from his grip. "There is not much figuring out left to do."
Your insides plummet straight into your boots as her head spins toward you, her predatory yellow eyes locking onto you in a heartbeat.
She starts storming toward you like a hurricane over the rocks, her long, powerful legs eating up the distance effortlessly, her tail flicking out in hot agitation behind her.
You scramble up to your feet, taking an uneasy, wobbly step backward, nearly tripping over a jagged rock.
"Neytiri, wait! Stop!" Jake hollers frantically—feebly—his heavy footsteps crunching on the stones behind her as he tries to catch up.
Your gulp goes down like a mouthful of nails as she closes the final distance, her long braids swinging forward over her furious face as she comes to a towering halt directly over you.
She drops low—squatting down to your level—and without a second of hesitation, clamps hold of your hips in the inescapable vise of her massive alien hands.
You let out a shocked yelp, your arms flying away from her as she shoves her large face straight into your crotch with an aggressive force that would have toppled you over if she weren't clutching you so tightly.
"W-What are you doing?" you ask flimsily, your voice wobbling as you gawp down in horror at the sight of her massive head nuzzling furiously between your legs, her flat, wide nose buried deep in the stiff material of your camo pants.
But the truth is, you already know exactly what she's doing.
She takes a deep, chest-expanding inhale, drawing out your scent in the same animalistic way you've grown familiar with Jake doing. Except she isn't doing it out of pleasure.
She's trying to extract something.
Evidence.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
It must have been a little over two weeks now since you last had Jake deep inside you—splitting you in half, filling you generously with the thick, hot ropes of his glowing ejaculate while his name ricocheted off the glass window of his small cell from your straining lungs.
You pray to whatever God is listening that two weeks is long enough for the salty trace of his semen to bypass the detection of Neytiri's sharp, feline nose.
You'd had your period just last week... maybe the lingering, iron-rich scent of blood is enough to mask the heady musk of Jake’s cock?
You throw him a panicked glance in the feeble hope that he might bail you out. That he'll step in and pull his feral wife from your pants.
But that doesn't seem likely.
He paces next to Sa'ata with his arms crossed tightly, gnawing at his thumbnail like he’d rather be back in his exploding prison cell than watching Neytiri aggressively interrogate your crotch in the stark morning light.
Her head suddenly stills.
Your pulse is like a drum in your ears as you slowly peer down at her, your palms still raised in helpless surrender.
Her enormous eyes are like pale yellow moons as they flick up over you slowly, the large black circles of her pupils shrinking down to pinpricks against the cloudless blue sky. The intensity of her gaze burns straight through you as her eyes finally lock with yours—a glare so sharp it feels like it could melt the thin shield of glass protecting your face.
The cold flame in those eyes is spine-chilling. She terrifies you more than Jake ever could, that's for sure.
But it's not the raw, barely restrained anger behind her eyes that sends a shiver spider-crawling up your spine.
It's the subtle, macabre trace of humor.
She tilts her head in a smooth, fluid motion, her gleaming white fangs protruding out from beneath her lips as she gives you a sinister, mocking smile.
"Did he please you well, pink-skin?" she sneers, her voice gravelly, bitter, and dripping with toxic sarcasm.
You blink, completely taken aback as you stare down at her.
Pink-skin?
How fucking dare she.
Your cheeks glow hot as your chest flares with a sudden spike of defiance at the audacity of the bitchy remark. You tilt your chin up, ignited with a spark of her own spite as you decide to swallow your fear.
If she's going to be catty with you right before she slaughters you for fucking her husband, you might as well go out with a bang rather than cower and give Jake one last pathetic image to remember you by.
"He took good care of me," you declare, keeping your chin firmly raised, your voice balanced precariously on the razor-thin line between bravery and breaking.
Neytiri gives a hollow scoff, her ears twitching as she cuts a sharp glance over at her pacing husband.
"That is surprising," she mutters, her English thick with mockery. When her eyes snap back to you, she flashes the full row of her teeth in a wicked, disdainful grin. "He usually finishes far too quickly."
You fail to stop the genuine huff of surprised laughter that slips out of your mouth before you can censor it for your own safety. "Um... are we talking about the same Jake, here?"
Her lips pull back with a sharp, snarling hiss, her hairless brow furrowing as she shoves you hard against the chest with her forceful, four-fingered hand. It's a push that might be considered light for someone of her own massive scale, but it sends your small human feet stumbling backward, your boots catching as you nearly trip over one of the jagged rocks behind you.
You steady yourself, your mouth hanging open in disbelief and mounting rage.
The fucking bitch.
You feel the anger boiling over, burning your entire face beneath your mask, and before your rational brain can stop you, the bratty, defensive words come tumbling out of your stupid lips.
"I think the record was nine, actually. He made me come nine times before I had to beg him to stop, or I definitely would have passed out."
Neytiri's ears vibrate like two strikes from a rattlesnake, her eyes igniting with a fresh blaze of rage.
She releases a guttural, furious growl as she jolts up to her full height, propelling you backward with a violent thrust that sends you landing with a painful, bone-rattling thump on the rough stones beneath you. It knocks the wind clean from your lungs, the shock of the impact springing tears to your eyes—but you fight to hold them back as you scramble up onto your elbows, determined to keep your dignity intact.
"NEYTIRI!"
The sheer rumbling, reprimanding roar that comes from Jake's chest is enough to tell you he's seen enough.
His demanding presence commands both of your attention as he bridges the distance in a couple of swift, enormous strides, snatching up Neytiri's forearm in an uncompromising iron grip.
"That's enough. You'll hurt her," he growls, his dark brows shadowing his eyes as he leans over her with his ears pinned flat to his head.
Neytiri's yellow eyes turn wide and round as she stares up at him in surprise, the sudden shift softening the fierce lines creasing her painted face.
It's a brief, intimate glimpse into how she looks without her features hardened by such tumultuous emotion: beautiful, doe-eyed, and regally striking. As much as you hate to admit it, you can see why Jake was clinging to her like a lifeline when he first laid eyes on her back at the burning grounds of Bridgehead.
"I see you have feelings for this woman," Neytiri says quietly.
It's a blatant and vulnerable observation, and it nearly stops your beating heart.
Jake fills with stillness, his grip on her forearm tightening unthinkingly. You catch the white of his eyes as his gaze darts to the side and back—his throat bobbing, his mouth twitching.
"Look, Neytiri, I..." he starts, his hands coming down to her slender shoulders as he hovers over his heels. "It was lonely back there, alright?" His deep voice wavers as he stumbles over his words, his brows knitting together in growing desperation to explain himself. "I had no one, baby. She... she kept me sane. She cares about me. I thought—I didn't know if I'd ever see you again—"
CRACK.
The sharp slap of Neytiri's palm connecting with his jaw rings through the clearing like a gunshot. The blow sends Jake's face snapping abruptly to the side, his thick dreadlocks whipping through the air from the sheer force of the impact.
You gasp, shrinking back into the pebbles.
But before Jake can even process the strike—before he can press a hand to his throbbing, burning cheek—Neytiri sweeps in, trapping either side of his face between her long, painted hands as she lunges up to lock lips with him in a fiercely possessive kiss.
Jake's eyes fly wide as his head jerks backward in stunned surprise, and for a split second, you wonder if he's going to push her away. Be the voice of logic and cold, stark reason.
But his long, dark lashes flutter instead, surrendering like two helpless butterflies as his eyes fall closed at the feel of his wife's soft, plump lips on his for the first time in an eternity.
Your stomach curdles with a sour, liquid weight as you watch the fight drain straight out of his posture. The tension in his shoulders visibly melts away as his ears gradually lower in total, easy defeat.
The sharp line of his jaw rolls with hers as they ride the first sensual wave of the kiss, and Jake's hands find her slender waist in an instant, his fingers molding themselves around the hourglass dips of those lean curves that must be so excruciatingly familiar to him.
She presses her body up against his, anchoring him down as she slips her hands up around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss.
"Fuck," Jake mumbles against her lips, his words coming out shaky, urgent, and muffled. "I missed you so much, baby. So—" kiss "—much."
His movements swiftly become sporadic, his jaw now grinding against her delicate one with hungry, desperate force as their faces tilt back and forth, his flat nose bumping over hers in a passionate, clumsy motion. His trembling fingers dart from her cheeks to her shoulders, not knowing what to do with themselves—tangling in her smooth, dark braids as they bury themselves behind her head to cup her like she’s the only breath of air left in his lungs.
Her hands fly to his hair as he suddenly collapses into her with his whole weight, his massive shoulders hunching to completely engulf her smaller frame. He loops his heavy arms around her waist, his palms sliding down the steep curve of her back to hook firmly under her small rear—delivering a hard, possessive squeeze right beneath her thrashing tail. With a low growl in his chest, he bends his knees and hoists her body flush against him, locking her hips tight against his in an embrace that draws a sharp, breathless gasp from her throat.
It becomes intimate. Ravaging. Very quickly.
You're frozen on your propped-up, hollow-feeling elbows, with no choice but to stare with your mouth hanging agape at the agonizingly painful yet breathtaking reunion unfolding right before your eyes.
They look like a fucking masterpiece together. The profile of two gorgeous, towering figures cut from the exact same cloth, devouring one another with a primal passion that leaves you completely undone.
As you lie there—dumbfounded and not knowing what the hell to do with yourself—a sudden, uncontrollable flood of warmth pools straight into the bowl of your lower belly.
You hate yourself for it, but it's already there. Dripping hot and syrupy into your groin as you watch her flip the switch in him with a single kiss. As you watch him lose his mind and ravish her slender body like an untamed beast.
Your cheeks burn crimson with sudden, flaming anger.
Anger at Jake for being so weak and giving in so damn easily. Anger that he reduced you to a side note—a temporary sanity check—right before his wife slapped the taste out of his mouth. Anger for having to witness something so devastatingly intimate while your stomach tightens into knots with a humiliating mixture of jealousy and slick desire.
The heat in your core only spikes sharper as a deep, familiar rumble resonates from the pit of Jake's throat. He releases a low, vibrational groan right into her mouth, and your body betrays you with a hard, involuntary throb right against your panties.
Fuck. It's one of your favorite sounds. The delicious, chest-deep purr of Jake stirring from his arousal.
From your low vantage point down on the stones, your eyes are drawn like helpless magnets to the heavy ridge straining against his loincloth, lifting to full, glorious mast as it presses up between them. The thick, unmistakable outline of that heavenly curve. The one that's stretched you to unimaginable limits and filled you beyond satisfaction countless times. The one you’d often go to bed thinking about with your fingers jamming frantically inside you.
He's weak for her. Weak, horny, and completely at her mercy.
Just like you are, getting shamefully turned on as you watch the display of fireworks exploding between them—unable to stop your body's biological reaction to something so invasively, sickeningly attractive.
Maybe Neytiri was right when she said he finishes too quickly.
Maybe he has a damn good reason to.
You shuffle on the sharp stones, grinding your thighs tight together to clamp down on the hot tightness throbbing between your legs as a small, raspy noise slips past your mask—a pathetic attempt to clear your throat.
It doesn't stir so much as an ear flick from Jake—completely submerged in her, his eyes squeezed shut as his mouth devours hers.
But Neytiri hears it.
Her ear twitches, and her yellow eyes snap open, dead-focused over his massive shoulder.
She pulls away from his lips with an abrupt, loud smack that echoes sharply over the rushing water. Jake lets out a ragged, chest-heaving breath onto her cheek, almost groaning pathetically at the loss of contact as his eyes slowly blink open to reveal huge, glazed-over pupils.
Her red war paint has smeared messily across his lower face—over his lips, chin, and cheeks—making him look like he's just feasted on raw prey.
Neytiri turns her attention to you with a smooth twist of her neck, and Jake immediately cranes down, delivering his hungry mouth to her throat instead—his tongue dragging over her soft, ash-painted skin like a starving creature trying to lap up every drop of passion she's ignited in him.
She peers down at you through heavy, crescent-moon eyes, her chest heaving beneath his relentless mouth. As he buries his face deeper into her neck, her lips curl into a slow, lazy smile.
It's a bitter pill to swallow as you stare at the corners of her plump, paint-smeared mouth lifting with the unmistakable grin of total victory.
She's proven her fucking point. Touché.
Her eyes suddenly flick down, tracing over your small, sprawled-out body until they land right between your legs. You follow her gaze—suddenly terribly self-conscious—to where your knees are bowed together, your boots splayed out against the pebbles.
You feel it like a heavy weight anchoring you to the ground: the betrayal of your arousal soaking heavily through your panties, triggered merely by the show she just put on.
You know that's why she's smirking.
Without once breaking your gaze, she places a flat, firm palm against Jake's forehead—slowly peeling his pandering lips off her throat. She slips effortlessly from his weakened grip, discarding him like a dazed fool as she starts slinking toward you, her hips swaying with a slow, predatory intent.
Oh, crap.
You scramble backward on your elbows, your boots skidding uselessly as your fingers dig into the cold, shifting stones beneath you.
But she’s too fast.
She drops into a low squat directly over your pinned legs, her massive, smirking face looming uncomfortably close to yours—close enough that you can smell the metallic tang of her paint, the sharp scent of river water, and the heavy, intoxicating musk of Jake's kiss clinging to her skin.
"What is it my husband likes so much about you, sky person?" she asks, reaching out to examine a strand of your hair between her four fingers. The question comes out far more genuine and curious than you expect, considering she was spewing pure venom at you just moments ago.
Your brain short-circuits under the pressure, and the brutally honest words spill out of your mouth without permission.
"Having my tits pressed against his prison cell window," you blurt out.
You wince instantly, your breath held tight in your throat as Neytiri's huge yellow eyes drop down to your chest, her gaze lingering over the small RDA stencil stamped right over your left breast.
You don't know what the fuck possessed you to commit such reckless suicide. Maybe it's the bitter jealousy of watching her snog the life out of Jake, or the adrenaline still humming through your veins from your own shamefully betraying arousal.
You instantly feel like the brat Jake always claims you are whenever you act out of line—the unruly version of you he'd throw over his knee on his hard cell floor with a sharp, uncompromising spank to put you back in your place.
You brace for the worst. You wait for her wrath to bear down on you again—for another staggering blow to the chest, one hard enough to crush your ribs and finish you off on the stones for good.
But before you can close your eyes, her hands snap around your wrists like iron cuffs. A sharp gasp is yanked from your lungs as she effortlessly hauls you off the ground, dragging you up until you're sitting upright right in her face.
"Then let me see," she sneers, a playful, dangerous glint dancing in her eyes.
She reaches down, her long fingers hooking into your placket, and pops open the entire line of your shirt buttons in one sharp, effortless tug. The fabric snaps open, your big breasts jostling from the force, and her pupils instantly expand at the sight.
You’re wearing a sheer, beige bra under your shirt—just a flimsy, sweat-wicking staple from your base locker—but from the way the playfulness evaporates from Neytiri's expression like steam off a hot iron, you'd think it's the most fascinating artifact she's ever seen. She tilts her head, her nostrils flaring slightly as she leans in suffocatingly close.
You recoil, clamping a forearm across your chest to cover your modesty, but she flicks your arm away with an annoyed twitch of her ears—treating your defense like a pesky insect.
Her long, ash-painted fingers fall straight over one of your cupped boobs, splaying out around the soft curve to give it an inquisitive, firm squeeze.
You wince as your nipple reacts to her touch instantly through the thin layer of fabric, stiffening into a hard peak right against her warm, foreign palm. Her hand is distinctly smaller than Jake's—though it still buries your entire breast—her touch softer, her skin lacking the rough, heavy callouses of his.
"Are all human breasts this large?" she asks absently, cocking her head to one side as her large yellow eyes track the wobble of your plush in her hand. Her ears swivel all the way forward with genuine interest, making her look less like an intimidating, bloodthirsty warrior and more like a curious cat inspecting a strange new species of prey.
"I—er, no... different sizes," you stutter, completely paralyzed as her other long hand glides up to cup your other boob.
She hums low in her throat, her tail sweeping in a slow arc behind her.
Without hesitation, she drags both thumb pads over the erect outlines of your nipples, giving your swollen peaks a light, testing pinch through the thin synthetic mesh.
A shudder runs down your spine. You try to keep your hammering heart steady as you dart a desperate, pleading glance over her shoulder toward Jake—praying he’ll step in and stop this situation from spiraling completely out of control.
But, once again, that doesn't seem likely.
You find him rooted to the riverbank a few paces away, his long, thick arms hanging like dead weights at his sides as he drinks in the sight of her touching you.
He stands perfectly still, motionless and subdued, but the dirty, unhinged hunger burning in his eyes is loud enough to scream.
You swear you've never seen such an intense shadow darken that hooded citrine gaze. Not even after all those reckless nights spent losing your mind with him under the gritty, clinical light of his prison cell.
Jake knows exactly how soft and pliant your pale, pink tits are. He knows how they feel when he shoves them together and buries his heavy, rough face in your cleavage. He knows the exact pitch of the gasps you make when he sweeps his hot, heavy tongue over your nipples—how the air is punched out of your lungs when he squeezes your waist just a little too hard.
And right now, the big bastard looks perfectly content to let his curious, commanding wife find out every single detail for herself.
You knit your brows at him, flaring your eyes wide in a frantic, silent plea for backup, but he doesn't move a damn muscle.
Instead, the corners of his messy, paint-smeared mouth curl up into a deeply amused, wicked smirk. And then—he shrugs. He actually fucking shrugs at you.
You can practically hear his drawl echoing in your head—You're on your own, sweetheart. Smug, low, and completely infuriating.
He isn't going to stop her. No fucking chance. Not with the way he's watching with his loincloth tented like the big, horny idiot he's been reduced to.
He's enjoying the view far too much.
Twat.
Your cheeks burn with hot, humiliated irritation at Jake, but Neytiri pulls your attention right back, reeling your eyes in like ropes as her long fingers quickly unlace the tight, woven band binding her chest.
The woven material drops into the gravel, and your breath is torn clean out of your lungs as her bare chest is exposed directly in front of your face.
Fuck, she’s stunning.
As stunning as you would imagine from looking at the rest of her elegantly sleek, lethal frame.
Her ash-painted under-boob glides upward in soft, effortless curves, flawlessly tapering into the dark, dusky peaks of her taut nipples. They sit against her sternum so effortlessly it’s as though gravity barely seems to touch her.
You can only imagine how weightless they must feel on her chest, and a sudden, sharp pang of envy hits you as you think about the days your own heavy, soft chest makes your back ache. It must be nice—
"Want to touch?"
Neytiri's voice drops into a soft, honeyed purr that snaps you instantly out of your head.
Without even thinking—completely under her lure and caught in a wave of your own growing curiosity—you reach up, splaying your small, apprehensive hands across the firm expanse of her chest.
You give her boobs a light, nervous squeeze. Testing the waters.
As you'd expect, they feel firm—far more solid and toned than your own yielding human breasts. Her nipples are thick and warm, almost rubber-like beneath your nervous fingertips. You give the dark peaks a tentative pinch, and a low, vibrational rumble vibrates straight through her sternum—the purr sliding heavily up her throat.
You drag your eyes up to her face, finding her gaze heavily lidded and locked onto your exploring hands, her full lips parted.
"Jake," she calls out lazily, not once breaking eye contact with you. "Come here and undress your human."
The spell shatters in an instant. Your heart drops into your stomach, a sudden, sharp spike of adrenaline flushing through your system at the reminder that Jake is—in fact—still standing right there, watching.
You retract your hands swiftly, blushing furiously as you swivel your gaze toward him.
Jake approaches with slow, heavy strides, his feet crunching against the river stones. His outline blots out the growing morning sun, throwing you into cool shadow as he sinks down onto his haunches, settling right next to Neytiri with a sharp flick of his tail.
As your eyes adjust to the light, they immediately fall to the red-stained corners of his mouth curling into a big, lopsided smirk at you.
It's a look that’s borderline dangerous. Feral. You find yourself gulping hard under the weight of his gaze, suddenly imagining those messy lips dragging across your bare skin, smearing his wife's paint all over you like a goddamn canvas.
"Shit," he chuckles darkly, his pupils so dilated they almost swallow his golden irises whole as his gaze flicks hungrily between Neytiri's bare breasts and yours. "Didn't see this coming."
He looks like he can't decide which cookie jar he wants to sink his hands into first, but he obeys his wife's command—reaching out to peel the fabric of your shirt off your shoulders.
With the two of them looming over you like hungry predators and Jake's massive hands completely dwarfing your frame, you suddenly feel overcrowded—too soft and too small, like an insignificant human toy they're taking turns playing with.
"I can undress myself, Jake. I'm not a fucking doll," you snap sharply, shrugging his grip off and shoving his hands away. Your push barely nudges his heavy arms, but it makes his sharp yellow eyes snap up to yours, the smirk instantly drying on his lips.
Neytiri lets out a shrill, delighted chuckle beside him, her ears perking forward in genuine amusement. "I see she puts you in line, ma Jake. Is that why you like her so much?"
"Yeah, she's a mouthy little one, alright," Jake murmurs, his gaze holding yours hostage with dark, challenging intent. His smirk returns with a wicked vengeance, pulling back his lips enough to reveal the sharp, predatory points of his fangs. "Easy to tame, though. Helps she's so damn small."
Your cheeks blaze with a fresh wave of heat.
"No need to be a dick," you mutter under your breath.
His jaw flexes, and a low, silent warning flashes across his eyes—a look that promises a brutal lesson the second he gets you alone. It's the subtle, stern look that makes your stomach flip with a sickeningly sweet rush of adrenaline. One you often find yourself purposefully pushing your luck for.
Without another word, he drops forward onto his knees, the river stones crunching heavily under his massive weight. There's no stopping his hands now—he strips your shirt roughly off your arms and tosses the crumpled scrap of fabric into the pebbles.
"All bark and no bite, aren't you, princess?" he smiles, crowding your body with his as he leans forward over your shoulders, purposeful pressing himself against you. You can smell the heavy musk of the long night lingering on his skin and feel the warm puff of his breath against your collarbone as his huge fingers reach behind your back—unhooking the clasp of your bra with the swift, practiced fluency he’s perfected.
"The mask stops her biting," he continues, getting carried away as your bra straps slip down your shoulders. "Though without a mask," he lets out a low, appreciative whistle, "God damn—"
He flinches as Neytiri smacks him with a sharp THWACK across the back, her ears flattening back and her nose crinkling in visceral Na'vi disgust at his crude human chatter.
But her annoyance vanishes the split second your bra slips off your shoulders and falls into your lap—leaving your plump, bare breasts completely exposed to the Pandoran air.
You feel a hot, betraying flush creep all the way down from your burning cheeks to your chest under the double weight of their dilated feline eyes.
They just stare, frozen in a suffocating silence so heavy you can hear every lap of river water against the pebbles, each second dragging out like an eternity.
"Pretty, ain't they," Jake marvels distractedly, finally breaking the spell.
A flicker of annoyance flashes across Neytiri's face again, and she sends him a scowl, her ears flattening as her tail snaps against the pebbles like a lit fuse.
But Jake doesn't care. He's completely gone.
The sight of your hard, pink peaks exposed to the open air—practically begging to be touched and sucked—fuels him to finish the job.
You lean back on your propped-up elbows to give him space, your strength evaporating as he wrenches your boots off, tossing them aside to free your hot feet.
It’s like a switch flips in your brain. A thick, syrupy haze settles behind your eyes, sinking into your limbs until you feel completely weightless, like you're floating underwater.
The sharp rasp of your zipper tearing open echoes loudly in the quiet. You watch through heavy eyelids as those big, blue hands hook into your waistband and tug your camo pants down your legs—stripping you all the way down until you're lying there in nothing but your damp, ruined pink panties.
Any lingering fight in you vanishes into thin air. You suddenly want nothing more than to let him do whatever the fuck he wants to you. To let him touch, use, and play with you exactly like the helpless doll you just feebly claimed you weren't.
Jake's had that terrifying, addictive effect on you from the very start. From the moment you first stripped for him behind the thick window of his cell—pressing your naked body flat against the cool glass until his dick was content.
He leans back on his heels, taking a deep, slow drag of air through his nose as he lets his admiring gaze sweep over your figure. Down the curved line of your waist. The soft flare of your hips. Over the damp stain on your panties wedged between your delicate, plump thighs.
You realize—with a sharp, twisting punch to the gut—that this is also the first time he's seen your body in the full, unfiltered daylight. Free from the dingy, grey shadows of his prison cell.
Neytiri glances over at him, her half-moon eyes sparkling with a dark, expectant curiosity.
"And the undergarment?" she purrs.
Jake remains motionless for a beat, his golden gaze heavy and unblinking.
Then he leans forward again on his knees, sending his massive hands crawling slowly up your bare legs.
You bite your lip to stop the embarrassed squirm from escaping as his long, rough thumbs graze along the soft skin of your inner thighs—working their way up in a deliberate, agonizing tease. Most of the time he's impatient—yanking your panties aside with a sharp, greedy tug when he’s desperate to play with you. But you can tell he’s dragging it out on purpose, loving every single second of putting on a performance for his wife's eyes.
His heavy gaze locks onto yours the moment his massive hands reach your hips, a few beads of his coarse dreadlocks falling forward to brush like velvet against your bare tummy.
Your breath hitches as his thumb glides deliberately over your folds—pressing his broad, calloused pad straight into the warm damp spot you’ve made in your panties, before sliding his fingers beneath the elastic waistband.
"Got yourself all excited there, hm?" he smirks, his voice dropping into a quiet, raspy murmur meant only for you.
"Shut up," you mumble back.
Your body obeys without a second thought—your hips lifting automatically as he glides the flimsy piece of pink fabric down your thighs and over your ankles. He tosses it aside, leaving you lying there, stark naked on the river pebbles under the open sky. The chill you’ve been fighting finally breaks through, making a violent shiver wreck your spine as the cool air wrings your nipples into tight, aching knots.
"Show me, Jake," Neytiri purrs from above, her tone laden with a dark, heavy silk that sets your blood on fire.
Jake’s attention is torn from your exposed body, his eyes dropping to where Neytiri is idly dragging a long finger along his inner thigh—brushing just bare inches from the thick, prominent bulge straining beneath his loincloth.
"Show me how you play with her."
His eyes dart up to meet his wife's, frozen for a beat as if processing the sheer wicked luck of her demand.
He doesn't need to be told twice.
His tongue sweeps over his lower lip as he reaches down. Before you can even react, his massive arms loop around your middle, casually hoisting your small frame off the pebbles as he settles back, pulling you squarely into a straddle across one of his thick, striped thighs.
Your hands land against his solid chest, and as you peer up from beneath your mask, your eyes fall straight into the magnetic pull of his big, hooded citrine ones.
It's like you're seeing them up close for the very first time all over again—transported right back to the moment you nervously slid into his lap on his cell floor.
Draped in the clarity of the wild Pandoran sunlight, his eyes are a constellation of new streaks, specks, and fascinating details you've never even had the chance to notice before. Rich, swirling tones of gold and topaz—dark flecks and light amber freckles that shimmer beneath the shade of his dark, intricate lashes.
Christ, he really is breathtaking. You could lose yourself in those eyes for days—drawn hopelessly into the deep, expanding black of his pupils.
You only realize you're staring like an idiot when his hands slide from your waist to your hips. Your breath hitches as he gives you a subtle, possessive tug downward—anchoring you flush against his thigh with a deliberate tease of pressure.
The warm, slick feeling of your bare pussy pressed tightly against his smooth blue skin sends a violent rush of involuntary pleasure surging straight up your spine.
A faint, barely audible whimper slips past your lips. It's a tiny, breathy sound that would escape any human ear—but both Jake and Neytiri's pointed, sensitive ears instantly twitch forward to drink in the noise.
Before your whirring mind can even process what he’s doing, Jake hunches over you, nuzzling his flat, broad nose greedily into your chest. The sudden weight forces you back, making way for his parted lips as they drop right over your tit, drawing the soft, plush weight deep into his hot, wet mouth with a hungry pull. A ragged gasp rips from your throat, your hands shooting up to clutch at the back of his neck to keep yourself from tumbling backward over his leg.
Oh, fuck.
Your head suddenly feels like a heavy weight on your shoulders as the tip of his broad, velvety tongue starts dancing over your nipple—swirling around your areola in slow, torturous circles before flicking over the hard peak with expert, practiced precision. Your neck goes completely limp, your head rolling back as a helpless, breathy moan is reeled straight out of your chest by his mouth.
"Mm, yeah," Jake mumbles, his low, purring voice wet as it vibrates right through his tongue and into the skin of your throbbing nipple. "She loves her big titties being sucked, don't you, sweetheart?"
He anchors you down with another subtle, hard tug onto his thigh, grinding your slick, hot folds flat against his rubbery blue skin. You bite down hard on your lower lip, trying to bridle the enthusiastic moan threatening to agree with him—acutely, terrifyingly aware that Neytiri is hovering mere inches away, drinking in every second of this display.
You catch her movement like a swift shadow in the edge of your vision, and you tilt your heavy head to risk a hazy, cautious glance.
Her golden eyes are completely blown out, her pupils expanding and contracting like camera lenses as she leans in dangerously close to where Jake’s mouth is rolling over your tit. Her ears give a subtle twitch each time it makes a wet squelch, her lips parting slightly as he delivers fresh, glistening coats of saliva—each stroke brushing your chest with the faint red hue of the paint daubed across his lower face.
At least his incredible mouth work is keeping her thoroughly entertained—and no longer actively contemplating tearing your throat out.
You suddenly flinch, a sharp whine hitching in your throat as Jake traps your sensitive peak between his fangs. He gives it a light, teasing nip before drawing the whole peak back into the hot cavern of his mouth with a low, rumbling groan—sending an intense jolt of heat pulsing straight into your groin.
Fuck, it feels so good...
Suspiciously good, considering you aren't even moving.
As you peer down past the thick, coarse mass of his dark dreadlocks, a sudden, breath-stealing realization hits you: he’s rocking your hips in the most discreet, agonizingly rhythmic motion. Back and forth, back and forth, his hands locking your pelvis tightly against the dense muscle of his thigh. It’s completely invisible from the outside—the only give-away being the subtle flex of tendons across the backs of his broad hands and the pale, white marks where his fingers bite deep into your hips.
Dry humping Jake—clothed or not—always made you fall apart in seconds.
Whether it was over his leg, his broad hand, or the tight material of his jumpsuit over his thick, heavenly, bulge, the sheer pressure of grinding against his warm, unyielding body never failed to snap your control in record time. It was a game to him—pushing you into an intense, breathless orgasm so fast you sometimes had to plead with him to slow down. He knows every single shortcut to unraveling your body, and the sly, cocky bastard is using every last bit of that intimate knowledge right now to show off just how effortlessly he can turn you inside out.
Possibly for his own twisted amusement. Probably because he wants to impress Neytiri.
His broad fingers dig bruisingly into your ass as he gives the dense, bunched muscles of his thigh a hard, deliberate flex straight against your pussy—sending a fresh, violent surge of heat straight up your spine that has you biting your lip raw to stifle a desperate cry.
He lets out a deep, rumbling purr as he shifts to your other breast, taking the neglected peak into his mouth with a far more frantic, greedy energy now, his tail giving a heavy thump against the stones behind him.
"Gonna come for me like a good girl?" he murmurs roughly against your wet skin—more of a command than a question—as his hands relentlessly drive your hips downward in quick, micro-jerks.
Your breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps as you get close. Through the haze, you catch Neytiri leaning in even closer—her blown-out yellow eyes darting greedily between his working mouth and your wrecked face, her full lips curling into a dark, utterly fascinated grin.
You squeeze your eyes shut as Jake jolts your pelvis with one last rough, merciless bounce on his leg—a final, devastating blow that snaps the tension like a dry twig.
"Fuck, Jake—" you seethe through gritted teeth as your lower abdomen clamps tight around the flaming knot of an unstoppable orgasm. Your legs lock uselessly around his heavy thigh, your nails digging deep into the back of his neck as you anchor yourself against the incoming explosion.
You erupt with a fractured, breathy moan as the climax slams into you—hard, fast, and completely unforgiving. Your eyes roll back, your mind spinning into complete weightlessness as the violent contractions flood your pelvis and melt your bones to liquid jelly. You desperately force yourself to picture Neytiri’s terrifying, lethal scowl—anything to keep from screaming his name into the open air in the filthy, desperate way your body demands.
Only when he's sure you're completely wrecked, Jake releases his mouth from your chest with a slick sound, immediately wrapping his massive, solid arms around your back to catch your collapsing body flush against his chest.
"Woah," he chuckles with a heavy, self-satisfied rumble—sounding genuinely breathless—his hot air puffing against the top of your head. "Doesn't take much at all, does it, princess?"
He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he pulls your small, panting frame flush against his chest—resting your limp head beneath the sturdy shelf of his jaw, broadcasting just how desperately you need his frame like a solid support you in your post-climax haze.
Despite feeling completely fucked out with your hands slumped weakly around his neck, you roll your eyes with your brows furrowed. You pick up instantly on the quiet cockiness in his voice—that subtle, maddening streak of arrogance lingering behind his innocent tone.
He thinks he's so damn clever, playing surprised in front of his wife as if he didn't deliberately engineer the whole scene with his sneaky, maneuvering hands. Whoops, would you look at that! Made her come. God, he drives you insane. But right now, with your whole body melted into a warm, useless mush across his leg, you don't have an ounce of strength to stay mad at him.
Just as you're about to murmur a faint protest into the crook of his neck, you suddenly flinch—feeling a cool swipe of fingers drag across Jake's thigh right behind your bare ass, right over the sticky, wet mess you've left on his skin.
You peer back through heavy lids to find Neytiri bringing her dark fingers up to her face. She inspects the glossy, wet trail she's mopped off his skin before holding it straight beneath her flaring nostrils.
"She finishes quickly for you, ma Jake," she hums in contemplation, her pupils dilating at the intimate, tangy scent.
"Oh yeah," Jake teases, a low rumble vibrating in his chest as he boasts like a smug idiot. "Told you she loves it." He runs his fingers all the way up and down your bare spine—a subconscious, comforting habit he developed back in his cell—sending a fresh ripple of gooseflesh skittering across your skin.
Neytiri lets out a sharp, amused chuckle, her half-lidded golden eyes locking onto his with sultry precision.
"Not as much as you do, skxawng."
She glides forward on her knees, crowding effortlessly into the space between his broad thighs right alongside your trembling body. Cupping his jaw in one long-fingered hand, she tilts his head back and feeds her slick-coated fingers straight between his parted lips.
You've never seen Jake's cocky act crumble so fast.
"You like her taste?" Neytiri purrs softly, her voice dropping into a whirring, rhythmic melody that hums through the humid morning air—stirring your mind into a floaty, hypnotic trance as you watch her glide your arousal over his broad tongue.
His dark lashes look like they suddenly weigh too much as he gazes up at her like a man under a spell.
"Mm," he hums, his cheeks caving in as he sucks the heady taste of you straight off her fingers, his thick throat bobbing in a prominent swallow as his golden eyes roll shut. "Fuck, I do."
"Did she keep you satisfied, ma Jake?" she purrs, maintaining the slow, agonizing slide of her fingers against his lips as she glides to her feet, looming over him like an intoxicating goddess.
Jake's head tilts back automatically to follow her movement, his massive hand freezing uselessly against your back as he gives a weak, dazed nod.
"Did you touch yourself over this?"
She slowly slides her glistening, paint-smeared fingers from his mouth, reaching down to pull the side-knot of her woven loincloth. The braided cord slips free effortlessly, and the coarse patch of material drops straight to the river stones between Jake's splayed knees—leaving her in nothing but her leather riding straps.
His jaw falls slack, a weak breath escaping him as his gaze falls down to her heat staring him right in the face, glistening with a gleam of slick in the stark morning light.
Fucking hell. Even through your hazy, post-climax brain, a jolt of dirty curiosity surges straight through you—gawking up at her alongside Jake in absolute, breathless wonder and dark curiosity.
It glints in the stark morning light like a mesmerizing blue jewel. The smooth, deep cerulean of her folds contrasts sharply with the pale ash paint coating her skin—a breathtaking, intoxicating spectacle. Her swollen bud, a vibrant purple and far larger than any human’s, pulses prominently beneath her hood, sleek and perfectly primed for the heavy cock currently throbbing beneath Jake’s loincloth. You feel him shift against your knee under the fabric—rock-solid, twitching, and desperately begging to sink into her wet warmth.
"S-so much," Jake stutters unthinkingly, his throat bobbing in a rough, jagged swallow as he leans toward her right over your shoulder.
"Been missing how good you make me feel, husband," she hums. She takes one last seductive step forward, closing the distance until his hot, trembling breath ghosts over her slit. Cupping the sides of his face—her long fingers catching his twitching ears—she pulls him forward without a second's hesitation, pressing her wet cunt directly against his waiting mouth.
She lets out a wispy, shocked breath at the seamless fit of his lips against her, her tail curling tightly between her thighs as a sharp, uninhibited moan tears from her throat, her head falling back into the light. Jake’s eyes flutter as he locks greedily around her swollen clit. His whole frame giving a dip beneath you as his other shaky hand comes up to her hip, his chest heaving hard as he lets out a muffled, pinch-browed groan right into her pussy.
You've never seen anything so overwhelmingly arousing just inches from your face. It's enough to make you flush like a goddamn giddy schoolgirl.
Neytiri’s lidded siren act is gone out the window, replaced by something raw and feral as she immediately starts rolling her hips in greedy, desperate grinds against his mouth.
Jake is already obliging desperately. Submissively. You watch as his tongue slips out, lapping and sliding against her folds in tandem with her rhythmic thrusting before curling into a sharp, rigid point for her to ride on.
"Ma Jake, oeru teya si," Neytiri groans breathlessly, her long fingers buried in his dreads as she drives his head against her in a harsh, heavy rhythm. "Sìltsan ’evengan."
Her Na’vi makes no sense, but from the raw, purring tone of her voice and the way Jake's twitching ears perk up instantly, you know it's praise. It looks agonizing—the way she’s gripping his scalp so tight her knuckles are pale—but he’s clearly loving every second of it. His chest hums against your back in a deep, bone-rattling purr.
His massive hand tightens at your waist before sliding lower, engulfing your ass cheek in his hot, calloused palm, while his other hand digs deep into Neytiri’s hip—anchoring both of you to his heavy frame.
You sigh softly as his fingers begin to explore—groping you roughly before slipping between your thighs to trace slick, heavy circles around your entrance. Your eyes flutter shut, a small moan escaping your throat before you catch yourself and bite your lip raw.
Opening your heavy eyes, your lidded gaze travels down to the massive, leaking swell beneath his loincloth.
The poor thing looks achingly hard. The thick, rigid outline of his shaft twitches violently against the woven fabric, straining in a desperate search for relief.
It would be a sin not to help him out. Cruel, even.
Taking advantage of the fact that his hands are full and his mouth is currently occupied being wildly face-fucked by his untamed wife, you reach down in front of you. Concentrating hard with your tongue poked between your teeth, you work at the tricky side-knot of thin cord until it finally slips free, and the coarse material falls straight onto the river pebbles below.
The sheer heat radiating off his vein-ridged cock hits your knuckles before you even touch him. He groans in relief as it releases from the restraint, springing free with a heavy, recoiling bounce and settling into a thick, upward curve between his thighs. The bioluminescent spots trailing up his blue shaft pulse faintly in the light, the deep, flushed purple of his swollen mushroom head beading with a fresh drop of glowing pre-cum.
The sight of that huge, uninhibited Na'vi erection never fails to light your core like a goddamn furnace.
You bite your lip and reach for it.
The broad, glistening head is far too wide for your small human fingers to wrap around completely, but the instant your warm palm closes tightly over what it can manage, Jake lets out a desperate, muffled groan straight into Neytiri's wet core—the heavy vibration echoing through his chest and pulsing straight into your fingertips.
Neytiri lets out a particularly heavy, sultry moan of pleasure from above, but even her heady voice isn't enough to drag your eyes away from the glorious, throbbing weapon in your palm.
He twitches hard as you squeeze, applying a firm, milking pressure as you slide your cupped grip down the thick, heavy lines of his veins to the base—where his heavy, blue balls rest—before stroking back up, dragging his foreskin with your palm. You twist your grip over the flared edge of his broad head just the way he likes before pumping your hand back down.
It only takes two strokes to coax another ragged groan from his chest, his hips bucking in an involuntary spasm beneath you. His heavy thigh twitches violently between your legs as a fresh, hot bead of pre-cum wells from his slit—leaking in a thick, slick dribble over your knuckles.
Fuck. He’s practically at breaking point already.
Jake's endurance is usually extraordinary. Admirable, even. But you can hardly blame him for losing his mind when he’s trapped in a vise like this between his two women.
A wicked thought flits across your mind like a light bulb, lighting up your face with a savage, triumphant grin.
You can use this to pay him back for being such an arrogant show-off earlier. Give him a taste of his own medicine for once.
"Hm... what was that you said to me again, Jake?" you hum with a breathless, wicked smirk, pinching your lip as you watch your slick-covered fingers stroke up and down his rigid shaft. "Something about getting yourself all excited?"
His chest heaves violently as his cock throbs again in your palm. You know he heard you from the sharp way his ears clamp flat against his head—from how his facial muscles flinch as his mouth struggles to keep pace with Neytiri's demanding, grinding hips above him.
Without a second's hesitation, you haul yourself up by his broad shoulders. You swing your leg over his other thigh, squeezing directly into the narrow space beneath Neytiri’s hips to mount his lap in a full straddle. You reach down, guiding his heavy head to your entrance, and the moment the searing, wet tip brushes your folds, your eyes roll back. You moan softly as you glide his sensitive head through your slickness, making Jake's entire frame convulse beneath you before you slowly sink all the way down—swallowing his massive length whole.
A broken moan cracks from your throat as he slides in, stretching you deliciously wide—filling you so completely that your cervix takes the full, blunt pulse of his tip. With his cock buried snug and tight against your warm walls, you immediately start grinding.
"Jake," you groan breathlessly, your shoulder knocking into Neytiri's long leg as you roll your hips over his in a frantic, desperate rhythm.
"Fuck," he gargles, almost choking on her wetness as he tries to tear his face away from the sodden folds of her pussy. His head rolls back in pure, tortured agony—only for Neytiri to haul him right back down against her heat with a sharp, breathless hiss of disapproval.
His trembling hand drops from Neytiri's hip to the stones, fingers digging hard into the gravel for leverage, while his other hand claws violently into your waist.
He’s trying with everything he has to lock your pelvis still. To stop himself from cumming without even having chance to slide his dick inside his wife’s pussy for the first time in a year.
You keep riding him anyway, ignoring his frantic grip as you loop your arms around the back of his neck to pull yourself flush against him. Your inner walls clench hard around his width, and the delicious, slick friction of his massive shaft grinding over your clit winds a fresh, unbearable knot of heat deep in your lower belly.
"Jake..." you moan softly, nuzzling the hot skin of his neck right beneath his jaw. Your hand glides down his chest to his stomach, fingers splaying out to give his rock-hard, rigid abdominal muscles a possessive squeeze. "You feel so good inside me. Gonna cum for me?"
His whole body locks up. Every tendon in his chest strains as he stops breathing entirely.
Seconds later, pure panic takes over. He grabs your hips and shoves you off his cock with frantic, desperate force, tearing himself out of Neytiri's grip with a violent tremble in his voice.
"Oh fuck, ’eveng—ftang, stop, stop!"
His native tongue slips seamlessly into panicked English as he scrambles backward on his elbows—sending you tumbling off his lap to land straight onto your backside with a thud right by Neytiri's feet.
You watch with absolute, breathless astonishment as he clamps a broad hand around the head of his violently pulsing cock in a white-knuckled grip. His jaw is clenched so hard the muscles ripple along his neck as he lets out a low, agonizing hiss that sits right on the edge of torture and ecstasy—desperately choking back the explosion that was about to fill your pussy.
"Told you. He finishes too quickly," hear Neytiri murmur breathlessly from above.
You swivel your gaze up to meet hers. She glances down at you, her blown-out pupils swimming with a potent mix of heavy desire and dark humor. She sends you a sharp, playful wink, her full lips curving into an amused smile.
You can't help letting out a small, stunned giggle.
"Shit. You're nasty," you chuckle.
You glance back over at Jake, who seems to have successfully choked back his release without painting the shore. His broad chest heaves as he leans back on both hands, taking deep, jagged breaths to steady his racing heart as his pulsing erection bobs in frustration between his legs.
"Woah," you snicker, getting a massive kick out of throwing his own self-satisfied words right back in his face. "That didn't take much."
Neytiri lets out a sudden, snorting chortle above you, clearly entertained by your nerve.
But Jake isn't amused in the damn slightest.
His golden eyes are heavy, flat, and downright lethal as they lock onto yours. He gives you a slow, unimpressed shake of his head with his nostrils flaring. For the first time since you met her, you're genuinely glad Neytiri is here, standing between you both. He looks like he wants to tackle you straight into the river bank and tear you apart.
Your triumphant grin vanishes in a heartbeat as Neytiri drops to her knees right beside you. Her lips curve into a wide, predatory smile, her long tail whipping in a slow, hypnotic arc as she sinks onto all fours—crawling directly over you.
"Lie down," she commands—that velvety, siren-like purr returning to her voice with full force.
She presses a single, long finger into the center of your chest, effortlessly pushing you back onto your elbows—and then flat onto your back against the smooth river stones. Your knees hitch up automatically, your heart hammering against your ribs as she looms over you, leaving you panting, wide-eyed, and completely helpless beneath her gaze.
You gulp hard as you gaze up at her, tracking her face as she leans down to one of your breasts. Her dark braids trail over your skin like heavy silk as her wide, warm tongue sweeps out to drag a soft, greeting lick straight across your nipple—making you gasp.
Your brows pinch together as you watch her take the sensitive peak between her full lips in a careful, deliberate suck—the gentle, reverent attention of her mouth sending a fresh surge of heat straight between your legs.
You realize she's being purposefully, agonizingly tender with you now. It's sweet, and it stirs a brand-new, intensely electric ache deep in your lower belly.
"Neytiri..." you moan softly under your breath, testing her name on your tongue just loud enough for her to hear over the rushing river.
Her ears twitch forward instantly. She breaks away from your breast, lifting her head to lock her large, glowing yellow eyes onto yours.
A dark, knowing smirk curves over her full lips.
"Want me to finish you properly?"
Your stomach drops with a sudden, dizzying rush of butterflies.
"Yes, please..." you murmur, nodding as you gaze up at her through your heavy lashes. You try desperately not to nod too fast—trying not to seem completely insane with need, despite the tight, throbbing knot of tension between your legs that's still begging to be undone from riding Jake.
You peer past your own breasts as she slinks lower, shuffling on her knees until her head is settled right between your thighs—her hips hoisted in the air with her long tail swaying in lazy, hypnotic arcs.
She examines your slick center with the exact same intense focus she gave your nipples, her large, warm hands wrapping around your inner knees to gently spread your legs wide open.
Her breath is hot against your sensitive, swollen folds as she leans in, her long, pretty lashes sweeping low over her cheeks. You erupt with a sharp gasp, your whole body jolting as her soft lips greet your pussy with a tender, lingering kiss. She slides her broad hands further underneath you, scooping up your hips to lift you off the pebbles and tilt you to a better angle.
And then her tongue slips inside.
Your head instantly spins, snapping back with a hard crunch against the smooth river stones.
"Oh fuck," you whine aloud, your hands blindly clutching at the gravel beside you as her huge Na'vi tongue slots rapidly in and out of your slit—filling you entirely, sending a tremulous wave of liquid heat shooting straight up into your gut.
The obscene, soaking sound of her mouth cuts through the quiet rushing of the river, wrapping itself around your entire body. You moan eagerly, your back arching high off the ground as your thighs begin to shake under her gentle grip.
A deep, resonant purr rumbles from her throat directly over your swollen clit, vibrating her lips against your skin until she suddenly pulls your sensitive bud deep into her mouth. The tight, flawless vacuum pulls a breathless shriek right out of your throat, your eyes rolling helplessly back into your skull.
Just when your vision is going completely hazy—the canopy of giant trees above blurring into a feverish smudge of green under Neytiri's relentless, warm sucking—you snap back and near enough jump out of your skin as a massive shadow falls over you.
Your eyes snap open, your vision dialing in razor-sharp as your instinct kicks in—your trembling thighs clamping around Neytiri’s head like a vise.
It's the full, towering silhouette of Jake, blotting out the sky above you.
He approaches like a deadly predator out of nowhere—swift, fluid, and with eerie, terrifying quietness for his massive size. You catch the glow of his yellow eyes as you stare up from the stones—blown-out, pitch-black, and burning with an unholy level of sheer, desperate hunger as he watches the feast taking place between your legs without him.
Neytiri doesn't miss a single, agonizing stroke on your pussy—her dark lashes still resting heavy against her cheekbones, her lapping only growing more frantic as her hands push your tensing legs back down against the shore. It seems as though she's completely, blissfully oblivious to Jake's looming presence.
Then he drops with a heavy, gravelly crunch right behind her, his knees digging into the smooth stones as he splays a broad, blue hand over the curve of her slender hip, giving it a slow, possessive stroke. Her thigh twitches in response, her ears giving a sharp, subtle flick.
And her tail raises.
Oh.
Through your thick, dizzying haze of pleasure, you watch with filthy fascination as Jake takes hold of her swaying tail—his ears swiveling forward as he drags it to the side to admire the soaked, exposed heat he's about to claim.
He shuffles forward on his knees, broad hands gripping both of her hips now, thumbs anchoring tightly into her flesh as he aligns his hungry, slick cock-head right between her legs.
You've never seen anything quite as feral as the way Neytiri's hips lift high at the contact—her skin reacting with a visible, shivering ripple as she presents herself to him, completely submitting while her mouth works on you effortlessly, her eyes still closed.
Without a second thought—devoid of anything remotely human—Jake thrusts himself deep inside her in one brutal, fluid drive, locking his hips flush against hers with a harsh, ragged growl.
A sharp, gravelly gasp hitches in Neytiri's throat as her ears pin straight back—her pupils flaring blown-out and black as her big eyes flash open at the sudden, rough intrusion, but she refuses to pull away from your center. The sheer force of Jake bottoming out inside her drives her face down hard against your pussy. Her mouth collides with your hyper-sensitive clit in a sudden, intense impact that rips a high-pitched squeal straight from your lungs.
"Fuck," Jake bellows in pure, desperate relief, his chest heaving against her back as he immediately settles into a quick, feral rutting—a relentless rhythm of pure animalistic need and total physical dominance.
The muscles in his thick arms tense and ripple as he locks them out for leverage, pushing his full, heavy weight onto her, forcing her down in a tight clamp against his hips. The force of each brutal thrust drives her mouth down into your pussy over and over, knocking the breath from your lungs in short, desperate bursts with every heavy, chest-rattling slam.
He groans between his teeth, his voice becoming a broken, gravelly mess above you as he squints down at the obscene sight of his own cock pounding in and out between her ass cheeks.
"Mm yeah, just like that, Neytiri," he pants, driving in with an extra strong thrust and a grunt that sends her lurching into your pussy with a cracked whine. "Jesus Christ, I missed this cunt. Drove me near insane, baby."
His raw confession rattles right through her body, vibrating directly through your fluttering clit and straight out your mouth in a desperate mewl.
"Christ, baby," Jake whines again—getting mouthy, completely losing himself—his head rolling back, stomach muscles rippling as he shifts his knees and picks up his pace another brutal notch. "You feel so good, ma. So fuckin' tight n wet. God fucking damn, Neytiri."
You stare up at him through the thin, clear curve of your exopack, your breath fogging the mask in breathless hitches of disbelief and red-hot arousal as you watch raw worship contort his features. You watch him lose himself on the verge of orgasm the way you have many times before—only this time, it's different.
It's strange how you don't feel an ounce of jealousy hearing those words fall from his mouth. Hearing him moan her name like that. Only the insanely wicked desire that seeing him fuck his woman spills straight into your guts—sending an unbearable wave of pleasure coursing through your center right against Neytiri's hot, clamped mouth over your clit. You wail as you reach up to grab onto her head, anchoring your hands as your legs tremble beneath them both.
You're about to come, hard, and you want to hear Jake completely break for her while you do. To see him unravel and lose his damn mind over her.
"Say her name again, Jake," you moan urgently, panting furiously as you stare up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, your fingers shaking against Neytiri's soft braids while her relentless tongue keeps you hovering right on the edge of the cliff.
Jake's blown-out eyes snap straight down to meet yours. For a split second, shock flickers across his face to hear your breathless voice ask for such a dirty thing.
But it's instantly swallowed by an ungodly level of dark, heavy lust as his gaze locks into yours.
"Neytiri," he growls—the sound low, dark, and thick as treacle as it spills from his chest.
"Again, Jake," you groan, forcing your heavy eyes to stay locked on his—wanting nothing more than to hear that deep, stomach-twisting voice in your ears as your vision starts to blur with stars. As your inner walls begin to seize tightly with your incoming orgasm beneath the frantic, trembling lips sucking you.
"Neytiri," he flinches with a wavering whimper, sucking in a sharp, ragged inhale. His eyes clamp shut as his sharp feline features twist in a sudden, agonizing wave of pleasure from her walls clamping hard around his shaft.
It's the absolute last thread snapping in your gut, flinging you headfirst over the edge.
"Oh fuck, Jake, I'm coming!" you cry in a sharp, breathy wail, your lower back peeling off the gravel in a deep arch as you unravel beneath Neytiri's mouth. Your hands and thighs shake out of control as you lock your grip onto her braids in a vice-like hold.
The white-hot rush floods every vein in your body as you come brutally hard, her wide tongue dragging messily over your slit while her breath spills against your skin in rapid, jagged shudders—her own ecstasy peaking in a violent domino effect.
Before you've even finished riding the wave, Neytiri rips her head away from your center—flung into her own devastating climax, exploding with a fierce, guttural shriek that rattles your very bones.
"JAKE!" she growls vehemently, her ears pinned flat against her skull as her glowing yellow eyes roll back into her head. Her whole face hangs slack for a split second before screwing up into a fierce, teeth-baring hiss, her voice shaking the very pebbles beneath you as she seethes out, "MA JAKE!!"
Your vision spins through your visor like you're drunk as you watch the pure power and muscle of Jake fuck her through her climax from above, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts as he hovers on his own razor-thin brink.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum in this tight pussy," Jake rumbles, letting out a shaky, urgent gasp. His golden eyes are completely glazed over as he stares fixedly down at the obscene sight of his slick thighs slapping violently against her ass—his heavy balls smacking against her wet cunt with every relentless drive. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna put a baby in you, princess."
Neytiri's massive frame goes slack, the powerful thrum of her heart hammering against her ribs like a giant hummingbird as she slumps heavily over your stomach.
But astoundingly, the raw force of Jake triggers a second wave—her body tensing back up instantly with another orgasm, her ears pinning flat as she erupts with another piercing, vibrating scream directly into your skin
"Good fucking girl," Jake hisses, his tight necklace straining against his throat muscles as he throws his head back and shouts through the clearing with the most dominating, thundering voice you've ever heard projected from a man's lungs.
"MMMFUCK!"
He slams in with one last earth-shattering thrust, the force sending you and Neytiri squealing and jolting forward, before he stills with his hips pressed tightly against Neytiri's ass. His stomach heaves in violent, panting waves, his voice reduced to a weak, broken moan as he unloads thick, hot ropes deep inside her.
Neytiri goes completely limp against you, her body convulsing in random twitches and spasms—her full weight with the added pressure of Jake pushing into her near enough crushing you into the stones.
"Oh fuck," Jake swallows roughly, giving one last relieved groan as he topples forward over her back with his hands against the ground, before his arms give way and his whole upper body collapses down on top of you both with the weight of a building.
"JAKE!" you rasp, squirming desperately and shoving at Neytiri's unmoving shoulder as the crushing weight of both Na'vi threatens to squeeze the remaining air right out of your lungs. "Squashed!"
"Shit—sorry, angel," he pants out, immediately pushing himself back up onto his shaky, unstable knees to relieve the heavy pressure on your chest.
Neytiri finally stirs from all the frantic movement, dragging her long limbs up onto her hands with a heavy, deeply relieved sigh.
She gazes down at you with hooded, glassy eyes. Her ears droop low at the sides of her head, her features resting completely slack in a loose, sleepy expression of total satisfaction.
Her full lips curve into a slow, lazy smirk as she looks down at you.
"He fucks well, no?"
Hearing that word spill so casually from her mouth in the soft, rolling lilt of her Na'vi accent makes your own lips curl up into a broad grin, laughter bubbling up warmly in your chest.
She sits back up on her knees, pressing her back flush against Jake's broad chest as she tilts her head back to look up at him. He leans down with a deeply content, lopsided grin, his broad blue hands wrapping around her waist to pull her close. Their lips lock in a slow, sweet kiss, and Neytiri lets out a low, vibrating purr directly into his mouth.
“Oe ngar txoa livu?” Jake purrs deeply against her mouth, his broad chest rumbling as his fingers trail over her wet, cum-filled pussy right where he's still buried inside.
“Ngaytxoa, ma Jake,” she whispers. “Oel prrnentì new.”
His tail sways lazily behind him as he takes her lips in one more tender kiss, letting out a soft, deep exhale through his nose.
As she starts to peel away, Jake blows out a long breath and takes his sensitive, softening shaft in his broad hand—slowly gliding it all the way out of her. It pulls a generous wave of cum with it that spills in heavy drops onto the river bank, leaving his thick, spent cock hanging heavy between his thighs.
You watch lazily as Neytiri crawls a short distance away, finding a sunny spot on the pebbles where she rolls straight onto her back—hugging her long knees up to her chest with a contented sigh as her eyes drift shut.
The second she’s settled, Jake’s massive hands come straight for you.
He has the absolute dorkiest, most hopelessly satisfied grin plastered across his face as he leans over you. With effortless, gentle strength, he scoops you straight off the ground and pulls you flush against his chest—his thick, striped forearm forming a warm, solid seat beneath your bare backside as he cradles you close.
"I wanna kiss you," he murmurs, nuzzling his massive, warm face directly into the crook of your neck while his tail sweeps lazily over the pebbles behind him. "Why'd you have to wear a damn mask when you look so hot and undone?"
"Jake," you giggle, squirming against the ticklish press of his lips and warm breath against your skin before darting a quick, cautious eye down at Neytiri on the bank—still half-expecting that fierce warrior to suddenly pop up and swat you both.
"What did she say?" you whisper into his ear.
"That she forgives me. And she likes you," he grins softly. His broad blue fingers gently sweep a disheveled strand of hair away from your face, his thumb absentmindedly tapping the battery display on your exopack to make sure your air supply is still good.
"I did not say I like her," Neytiri's voice suddenly mumbles from below you on the riverbank, her eyes still tightly shut, though you catch the absolute faintest hint of a smirk fighting to break out at the corner of her lips.
You huff a breathy laugh, glancing back up at Jake. He's still grinning down at you, giving you a nod as if to say: See? She does.
You furrow your brows as you suddenly clock what she's actually doing down there, snapping your eyes back over to where she's rocking gently in a curled ball with her knees held tight to her chest.
Wait, is she actually trying to let his cum take?
You snap an utterly baffled look back up at Jake, your eyebrows practically hitting your hairline.
He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, reading your exact thought instantly.
"Always room for another," he shrugs with a lazy grin.
"What," you breathe, your mouth falling open in sheer disbelief. "Jesus, Jake, you've only just got here and you're already breeding like animals?"
"Welcome to Na'vi life, sweetheart," he teases, giving your bare ass a playful, reassuring pat. "Besides, you heard the boss. She said I fuck well. Can't let all that hard work go to waste now, hm?"
You shake your head, chuckling. "Well, if you have a baby, I'm calling it my baby, too. I was involved," you point out. "Very involved."
"That is enough," Neytiri says abruptly, sliding up and getting effortlessly to her feet. "Clean yourselves up."
You try not to gawk at the thick stream of cum that trickles messily down her paint-smeared leg as she walks off toward the water by Sa'ata.
Jake shifts his weight beneath you, clambering to his feet while keeping you cradled tightly against his chest. You feel the heavy, solid thud of his footsteps vibrating through the pebbles as he carries you across the bank to where your clothes lie in a crumpled pile.
"Get dressed," he orders, his voice dropping into a deep, warm register as he sets your feet on the cool stones and snatches up his loincloth.
"Alright, bossy," you tease. "Easy for you—you only have one skimpy-ass thing to tie on," you mumble, hooking the clasp of your bra together before spinning it around and slipping your breasts into the cups.
Jake lets out a low laugh, his ears flicking back in amusement as he swiftly ties the cord around his hips before crouching right in front of you. His eyes flick down to your chest before returning to your face.
“Can’t deny I’d like to see you in Na’vi clothes,” he smiles, giving you a lingering look. "Neytiri's got me whipped, I can't deny that," he chuckles, running a rough, possessive finger over your shoulder, along your collarbone and up to your soft, pale neck. "But I can still be as bossy as I want with you, sweetheart. So you better behave around me."
Your heart skips a beat as you stare back at him with your bra straps hanging at your shoulders, your bottom lip unthinkingly slipping between your teeth.
He swipes a thumb over the side of your head with a grin before standing and turning to make his way over to Neytiri. “Get a move on. Kids’re gonna love meeting you,” he tosses back over his shoulder.
You stand there for a moment, watching after him, a sudden beam spreading across your face at the thought of getting to meet his kids. You try to imagine what they'll be like—wondering if they'll be just as cheeky and humorous as he is.
You close your eyes, feeling the growing heat of the humid morning sun sink into your skin. You listen to the gentle splash of water, the chirps and calls of nature from the thick tree line, and the subtle sound of the couple conversing in soft Na'vi as they wash the evidence of the morning from their skin.
You glance at Jake’s beautiful, broad, striped back. At the way he looks at his wife as he talks to her. At how he’s trying hard not to grin like a complete skxawng, as she called him.
Seeing him happy like that is something you could easily get used to.
He glances back over his shoulder, sending you a brief look with his brows arched, a silent command to hurry the fuck up unless you want your exopack to run out.
You spring to action, pulling your panties up your legs with a megawatt smile on your face.
make a wish ࿔ jake sully, avatar you liked him, loved him even. toruk makto, jake sully, the avatar—dreamwalker. you knew it was odd to have such a fascination with him, as silly as it seemed, the harmless crush was amusing to your friends in the clan. the longing you felt was unbearable, so you tried to make a simple wish. just to see what would happen.
content warning. dark!jake sully, death, graphic descriptions. i wrote this in the middle of the night so if it’s terrible thats why.
inspired by obsession (2026)
“toruk makto.” you breathed out, bending your head slightly to greet him as he approached you. he just laughed, waving off your formality as he gestured to the large gathering of the other na’vi—your clans celebration in another successful raid.
“you not going to join?” he asked, head tilting as he watched your eyes divert behind him. you catched neytiri’s eyes, one of your good friends, sneaking a look at the two of you, giving you a hopeful smile. your eyes met jake’s once again, feeling yourself flush in embarrassment at the previous sight.
“y’know me, not wanting to be in all of that. besides, i have an early task tomorrow—if i’m not there and prepared, mo’at will have my kuru.” he chuckled, nodding slightly at the description of the tsahìk. you grinned at the way his eyes crinkled and teeth shinned, how you were able to make him laugh.
oh eywa, you were down bad.
the moment dissipated once jake’s name was hollered from the crowd, obviously from a drunken mouth as the word slurred heavily. not wanting to miss the fun, jake turned back to you, ready to bid a farewell. “i’ll see you around, okay?”
“sure thing! see you around, toruk makto.” as you lingered slightly to watch as his toned back distance himself from you, when you swiveled yourself—his enticing voice making you halt and meet his gaze.
“and please! call me jake, we’re friends.”
friends.
right.
“of course.” you replied, head turning back to continue making your way further down the line of trees and greenery. as much as the pathetic excuse got you away from the loud cheers and moving bodies—your restless mind wouldn’t let you even think about slumber.
the mere interaction with jake sully was enough to get you giddy and wanting more. enough to send your mind spiraling at the thought of how you were going to talk to him next. how you were going to be able to look in those eyes that you couldn’t help but soften at.
you didn’t realize how far you ventured until you snapped out of your day dreaming. the trees that overlapped into themselves created a dark environment that made you feel uneasy. wanting to rest your legs before you had to journey back, you slid down a chunk of wood—being precautious as you felt intimidated in the eeriness.
your fingers resting on the gritty soil, you touched a small wooden stick that laid innocently. you huffed, smiling slightly at the idea that popped in your head. “this is so childish.”
fingers gripping either end of the wood, you closed your eyes and murmured softly to yourself. “i wish jake sully loved me more than anyone on this moon.”
the sound of the material snapping opened your eyes, dropping the object on the ground—you stood. dusting your hands off as you stared. a subtle tightness in your heart made you wince slightly. “that was so dumb.”
trailing along the path you came from, you couldn’t help but turn your head and stare at the broken piece of wood that sat idle. furrowing your naked brow bone, you ran back to grab it. even if it was a simple piece of eywa’s creation, it had a certain pull that you couldn’t help but be drawn too.
that same night, you returned to your kelku with a developing headache. you groaned at the pressure it caused to your temple, trying to bury yourself in the cloths that kept you warm. your fingers softly tracing the wood that you held, surprisingly it had lulled you to a deep sleep.
there was a quiet rustling that made you forcefully open your eyes, the heaviness of the lids not making out the source of the sound. the only thing that you managed to make out was the blurriness of long blue limbs standing over you.
you screamed out, jumping up as the figure backed away. now fully awake and alert, jake sully stood before you. a large smile on his face at your awaken state. “i was wondering when you were going to wake, ma yawntu.”
the nickname took you aback. “ma yawntu? what? are you okay, jake?”
“what? of course i am! i was just so excited to see you, i couldn’t sleep all night—you are a very beautiful sleeper by the way.”
as much as the compliment flattered you deeply, you couldn’t help but be desperately confused at his change in character. the back of your hand came up to rest on his forehead, trying to feel for any extreme warmness, yet there was none. he was fine. you also noticed the way he leaned more into your touch, like he wanted more.
freezing, your mind took in his words. “did you watch me sleep the whole time?”
“yes.”
shaking your head frantically, you observed him. his attentive expression, eyes that held such a deep softness, for you, it was an unusual look for him. “did you need something? is that why you’re here?”
“i’m here for you? after all, you are my mate.” the word made you sputter, looking around to see if this was a possible prank. if any of his buddies were going to jump out and laugh at the predicament they planned or if this was a not-so-funny joke jake had decided to scare you with.
“mate?” you couldn’t help but whisper aggressively. jake didn’t flinch at your harsh tone, only smiling softly as he nodded.
“yes. we’re mates.” jake took a step closer to you, gesturing slightly to the side of you. your eyes shifting, and then widening in terror. your kuru, attached to his. the soft purple glow emitting from your conjoined braids.
gripping yours, you ripped it away. you couldn’t believe that you didn’t feel the connection, that jake most likely was the one to connect the most vulnerable parts of yourselves over night like it was nothing. “what did you do?”
“i did what you always wanted since you met me, what i always wanted. now, we are finally mated. i couldn’t be happier, sweetheart.” he whispered, placing a hand over the side of your exposed neck. his touch made you shiver, you couldn’t tell if it was in a good or bad way however.
as much as you wanted to shove him away, to yell at him at the top of your lungs to get away from you. you couldn’t, because it was jake. the jake you had a crush on when he first arrived, the brave and mighty toruk makto. the one who led your clan to victory. the one who would make your knees feel weak and have your heart pounding out of your chest.
and deep down, you knew he was right. how much you wanted to be mated to him, at least in your vision it was properly—under eywa. this worked too.
“what changed? before, you called me a friend. now…” you waved your hand towards him, gesturing to his current situation he was in. devoting his love for you.
“i just said that to mask my true feelings, i had a strong change of heart and i couldn’t ignore it anymore.” he shrugged, eyes not taking themselves off you once. you don’t even think he blinked at all since you were startled awake.
“obviously.” you hummed, sighing out—your hands still held your long braid. safely tucking it to your chest, you saw jake avert his eyes to it. his expression changing drastically, tears rimming his eyes and a sorrowful frown deepening.
“oh my fuck, baby i am so sorry. i wasn’t thinking, i know how important this was to you. i am so so selfish.” he cried out, hands roughly gripping his hair as he attempted to pull strands out as a form of his punishment.
“no, no! jake, stop!” he halted abruptly, like your words were a command that “it’s okay, i’m happy we’re together. like i always wanted.”
hand dropping your kuru, you placed a hand on his chest. right over his heart. you thought you could overlook the weird behavior, as long as you had jake by your side. you didn’t mind him acting like a fool in love.
“i see you, ma yawntu. more than anything on pandora, more than eywa can ever imagine.” just like your wish.
“i see you too, jake sully.”
you didn’t know how to say it or even when.
“mated? when did this happen?” mo’at questioned, glancing between the two of you. jake stepped up, still holding your hand as he explained.
you saw neytiri give you an encouraging smile, yet her eyes held confusion also. you could tell she was trying to process the drastic event, such a contrast from the night before where you could barely make eye contact with the avatar.
“it was a spontaneous decision, but the feelings that were involved weren’t. i have feelings for her that no one can ever take away.” his voice dipped lower, almost sounding threatening as he glanced at you. his eyes holding a seriousness that made you realize, this was no lighthearted love, this was a deep infatuation that made you nervous.
“very well, who am i to question toruk makto? we must celebrate this reunion, to our new mated couple.” at the words of the tsahìk, the crowd cheered. your nervous smile assessed the situation, still feeling jakes eye on you, the fault of his lie, of your lie.
you didn’t like large gatherings, that’s why you weren’t a singer or hunter. you stuck to quietly healing whenever you were needed. you felt out of place, the gospel of voices and moves of na’vi that were joyed that toruk makto had found his mate. after his years of serving the clan.
you smiled lightly as you saw jake speak to tsu’tey, his eyes drifting towards you every couple seconds. just making sure you were still in his presence. in that moment, it felt normal. seeing jake laugh and smile, be surrounded by the ones he grew to love. yet, there was an ache in your chest that knew it wasn’t the same. this was not like before.
a figure nudged your shoulder, ‘eytwan. a smart young na’vi boy, you had stumbled into him a good amount of times to consider him a friend. seeing him as the younger brother you never had. “i bet this is torture for you, huh?”
you laughed, nodding in agreement. “how did you know?”
“i see it all over your face, you look like you want to shrivel up and pass away right here.”
“you know me too well.” you patted his shoulder, just a friendly gesture. since your attention was directed somewhere else, you didn’t notice how jake stopped communicating altogether once he saw the na’vi approach you. how his eyes darkened and mouth turned into a snarl, fist clenching so hard that his finger nails drew blood in his palms. the liquid dripping down onto the soil.
it was so rapid that your instincts couldn’t react in time, the shout from tsu’tey startled you as ‘eytwan’s body dropped. a flash of blue aggressively pushing on top of him, the sound of fist hitting flesh. hard.
it was only a second later that you processed it as jake, beating your friend into a bloody pulp. “jake! what the fuck! jake, stop!”
it was this moment that you wished you were a warrior, that you were strong enough to pull the dreamwalker back as he pounded his fist into the already limp boy. tsu’tey sprinting and trying to hold him back, struggling to do so. it was only until another hunter came and tried to restrain him that the fight was broken up.
jake being in a tight hold, chest moving rapidly. fingers dripping with blood and fist an open wound. you felt like you were going to throw up, the scene of ‘eytwan, lying almost lifeless, eyes hardly opened and puffed up dramatically. spots of crimson staining the soil and coating his face.
your wide eyes met your mates, you could only imagine how terrified you appeared. tears spilling down your cheeks and body trembling so hard you felt like you were going to fall to your knees. it was complete silence that surrounded you, the shock of the situation pretty much the whole clan just witnessed.
“i meant it.” it was the only thing he said.
no one could ever take you away from him.
you glanced around, catching neytiri’s eye as you ran towards her. ignoring the call of your name jake shouted after your running figure. it was a swift movement that you grabbed her arm and pulled her into a more secluded spot.
“i messed up, neytiri. bad.” you whimpered, looking down at your red soaked hands that were caused by you trying to intervene.
“what? what happened back there?” she frantically asked, still shaken from the bloody scene. the sight that no one ever saw jake sully in before, murderous intent. over you.
“i made a wish, to a piece of wood and it worked.” you could tell that she was skeptical, eyes squinting as she looked you up and down—as if accessing any injuries that could’ve explained your radical rambling. “i’m being serious, i swear to eywa.”
and you never sweared on eywa’s name.
“what did you wish for?”
“that jake sully loved me more than anyone in all of pandora.” there was a beat of silence. you wanted the moon to swallow you whole, the shame that dreaded you was enough for your lip to start to quiver.
“we have to go to my mother, she might have an explanation for this. a remedy, something that could stop this.”
you cursed under your breath. you could only think back to poor ‘eytwan, his curious eyes, his bloody face. purple and black patches decorating his face gruesomely. the red liquid that poured profusely out his mouth. “yes, let’s do it. we just have to make sure jake is distracted, he never lets me out of his sight.”
“he’s with tsu’tey, let’s go now.” making your way to the healers tent, you saw mo’at surrounded by bowls of herbs. softly humming a song that calmed your senses, only a small bit.
“mother.”
“tsahìk.”
you both greeted her, yet your shared intensity caused her to sit up in alertness. the sight of your hands, neytiri’s wild eyes, it was a unique sight to see. one that only shown that danger had occurred.
“i made a mistake, a wish. that jake sully loved me more than anyone in pandora.” you fished for the broken stick in the pouch that hung off your loincloth. “with this.”
presenting it to her, you could see her eyes widen a fraction. you heard her mumble a sentence, only catching the small word of eywa that she had pleaded.
“do you know of it?” the desperation in your voice raised, following her command as she gestured you to come closer. her voice falling to a whisper.
“i thought i had rid of them all, these are not something to be thought of as lighthearted. it’s a darkness from the branches of a weeping tree. from further out in the forest, closer to the mangkwans.” you sucked in a breath, that explaining why you had felt the way you did.
“how does it go away?” you asked, fingers fiddling with your loincloth. your nail beds stained with dried blood at your constant picking, the recent events taking a deeper toll on your psych than you had originally thought.
“if you die.”
the kelku fell into a complete silence, you heard neytiri take in a sharp breath. a loud ringing sound infiltrated your ears, at their deep downturn—neytiri gripped your lower arm in an attempt at comfort.
“you made the wish, my child. jake sully is in an obsessive state with your entity, and without you—he would be back to normal.” mo’at explained, even though her tone was firm, you spotted the subtle gentleness behind it. the pity at your situation, the nativity of your love and innocence of your fate-filled wish.
“i will let you think.” she offered, dismissing herself out the healers tent. you felt your eyes sting as tears started to puddle your lash line.
“i have to die.” you whispered, looking at the woman beside you. she shook her head aggressively, as if not believing the words her mother spoke. even if the tsahìk was always right.
“there has to be another way.”
“no! you heard her, neytiri. i have to die. this stupid fucking wish, i just wanted him to like me, the real him. not whatever had taken over him! this isn’t him, i’m killing him.” your heart felt like it was going to rip out your chest, frantic breathing that had you stumbling over your words.
“maybe we can go to the tree of souls, see if there’s something eywa could show us. just something. anything.”
“i don’t think there’s any coming back from this, he seriously hurt ‘eytwan. just because what? he talked to me? everyone is concerned, and..” you trailed, eyes stuck on your feet. taking in a deep breath, you locked eyes with neytiri.
“i’m scared. who knows what could happen next? i have to do this.” it was all your fault, and only you had to bare the consequences.
“do what?” the masculine voice rung through the shelter, your heads snapped towards jake. he stood tall at the entrance, head tilted as he questioned you. your eyes drifted to his scarred fist that were clenched tightly, before snapping back to his face. the dark color still stained on his blue skin.
“nothing, ma’ jake! i was just planning on something romantic we can do tonight.” it was hard trying to sound cheerful, full of love, this jake, was a ticking time bomb. any wrong word or look could send him spiraling again. you wonder if the real jake was in there somewhere, screaming for release. it made your blood run cold just thinking about it.
taking his arm in yours, you turned to leave. before you opened the closed flaps of fabric, you looked back at neytiri. emphasizing your words as you mouthed, ‘tonight’.
it was distracting, trying to entertain jake with your fake love as much as you could as well as thinking about how you were able to kill yourself in the very same day. with your constant twitching, and skittish movements—jake noticed the sudden change in behavior.
“are you okay, baby? is there something you want to say? this isn’t about ‘eytwan, is it?” your head snapped to him, shaking your head aggressively you tried to smile in reassurance.
it was that and more.
“no! not at all! i’m okay! i promise, just getting pretty tired.” you feigned trying to stiffle a yawn to make it more believable. jake chuckled, the same chuckle as before, yet before it was actually real.
“well, we can’t have you falling asleep on me now, let’s call it a night then.” he stood, gently pulling you along with him as he led you by the small of your back to your kelku. to your now shared home.
“good idea.” you falsely praised, you saw him puff out his chest at the comment. like it was only your words that mattered, his obsession too deep to care about anything else.
as he guided you back to your home, which didn’t really feel like one anymore. you had glanced at jake to see him staring at you, almost like a glare, with his face void of every emotion. his eyes glistening with what you couldn’t tell were tears or the twinkle of the rays of ambient light in the night.
“are you okay, jake?” your question caused him to tighten his grip around you.
“ma’ jake. don’t forget it again, sweetheart.” his undertone sounded threatening, it sent a chill down your spine. not saying another word until you got settled down in your shared cot.
jake took a hold of your arm and placed it on his stomach, wanting you to be as close to him as possible. his lips met your hairline, and you thought you heard him take a deep inhale through his nose as well. “goodnight, ma yawntu. sleep tight. i love you so so so so much.”
“goodnight.” you whispered back, unable to bring yourself to reciprocate those special words. watching as his eyes shut and his chest start to slow to a calming rise and fall. you had to wait, just to make sure. your eyes drifting to his now washed hands, that you persuaded him to do.
after a couple minutes, jake hadn’t moved a muscle. so, you figured it was your cue to take your leave. taking in a sharp inhale, you tried to not take a breathe as you gently removed your arm and fixated your legs to hit the ground. hearing a light noise, you snapped your head to him.
still asleep, just shifted into a different position. you breathed out in relief.
opening the tent flaps, you scanned the scenery. you saw neytiri in the distance, sharpening her makeshift blades. you froze in your spot, admiring the way her freckles lit in the moonlight—how her braided hair framed her face and fell over her shoulders.
walking slowly, you guessed she heard your footsteps as she glanced at you. sitting beside her, you saw how her mouth transformed into a frown.
“tree of souls, we’re going to do it there. tell tsu’tey, just in case something happens.” you whispered, taking a hold of neytiri’s hand. “it’s going to be okay, you can visit me anytime. i’m still eywa’s child.”
she didn’t say anything, you figured she couldn’t or else she would break down right there in front of you. peaking back into your kelku to make sure jake was still asleep, you breathed out softly. “i hope this works.”
you were thankful there was no other na’vi that happened to be awake as you made your way to your final destination not long after. not wanting to be asked any questions on your whereabouts, as you neared closer—you made out two figures in the distance.
they could only give you a sad expression, tsu’tey reached towards you and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hold. he whispered, “you are stupid but brave.“
you figured neytiri explained.
you nodded against him, “i realized that.”
another body joined you, smaller yet fiercer with love. you heard small hiccups coming from neytiri as you squeezed your arms tighter around them. pulling back, you didn’t make out the other figure that joined. deeper in the darkness, just standing still. eyes crazed at the sight of hands other than his own touching you.
“i’m ready.” you nodded, picking up a piece of wood that sat by your feet. ironic.
you watched as tsu’tey and neytiri turned their heads, not wanting to witness the scene of their friend bringing herself permanently to eywa. before you plunged the object deep in your chest, you hesitated slightly.
“no!” jake shouted, reaching out for you in a sprint. he was stopped by tsu’tey, who with a quick reaction, took a tight hold on his shoulder and tugged him away. a sense of deja vu from hours before.
not taking a liking to that, jake pulled out the only weapon he had hiding in a strap under his loincloth. the two started to tussle, bodies dodging and tsu’tey trying to reason with his friend, or who used to be his friend.
it was when jake had straddled tsu’tey on the ground that he raised the sharp tool over his head. the pleading eyes of his best friend not phasing him in the slightest.
it was sudden.
jake gasped out, wide eyes taking in the sight before him. hands gripping a blade that was about to strike his closest friend, dropping it as if it had just burned him. strangled breaths left him, he felt he wanted to scream. he felt like he finally emerged from a constant state of drowning.
glancing behind him, he saw you. neytiri cradling your limp body as she stared at him. a piece of sharp wood piercing your chest, your hand softly holding it even in death. it was like you wanted to make sure you did the job.
“what—no.” he whispered, hands patting down his body aggressively as he felt a hand place on his shoulder. looking up, tsu’tey stared at him with a solemn expression. “what—what the hell happened?”
hii i’ve been reading your jake fics and i’ve absolutely fallen in love with your writing ! i was wondering if youd write any more soon,no pressure btw! i have an idea about jealous and mean jake with a breeding kink 😶🌫️😶🌫️😵💫
“well i don’t want (y/n)”
pairings: 2009 jake sully x female na'vi reader
notes: a bit of angst with lots of delicious more than comfort, miscommunication trope, jake has a big dick, he fucking talks you through it, jake is one mean dirty talker i’m not even kidding with this, possessive jake, acquaintance to lovers, tsaheylu. my most delicious smut ever, breeding, marking, multiple rounds because jake is insatiable, creampie, messy eater jake, dom jake.
word count: 4.1k
prompt: you’ve overheard neytiri telling jake he needs to have a mate soon and she mentions how you were the best singer in the clan, only for your heart to break when you hear him say “well i don’t want (y/n).”
author’s note: guys i love jake here and i think this is my fave smut that i did, hope y’all love him here.
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credits to @uzmacchiato (divider)
From the moment Neytiri led that strange newcomer into the heart of your Omatikaya clan, your eyes had been drawn to him like vines seeking sunlight.
Jake Sully, the dreamwalker turned Na'vi, moved with an awkward grace that belied his growing strength, his broad shoulders rolling under azure skin, tail flicking with unpracticed curiosity.
You watched him during communal hunts, your heart quickening whenever his golden gaze lingered on you amid the crowd, a soft smile curving his full lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes in a way that made your stomach flutter. It wasn't just his exotic origins, it was the quiet intensity in how he observed the world, how he'd pause mid-stride to trace the bioluminescent patterns on a leaf with callused fingers.
Paths crossed often in the woven walkways of the Great Tree.
One afternoon, as you balanced a basket of fresh hexapede hides on your hip, the weight straining the lithe muscles of your arms, he appeared at your side without a word. His large hand enveloped the handle alongside yours, easing the load as if it were nothing, the warmth of his palm seeping through your skin.
"Here, let me." He said, voice a low rumble that vibrated through you, his breath carrying the faint scent of earth and exertion. Up close, his features were even more striking, the sharp angle of his jaw dusted with faint scars, ears twitching slightly as he tilted his head. "I'm Jake. Jake Sully."
You swallowed, heat rising to your cheeks as you met those piercing eyes, your own lashes fluttering against the high curve of your cheekbones.
"(Y/N)." You replied, voice steadier than you felt, the elegant line of your neck arching as you shifted the basket.
His smile deepened, revealing a flash of teeth, and for a moment, the forest seemed to hold its breath around you.
But illusions shattered under the glow of the Tree of Voices that night. Drawn by the soft murmurs echoing through the hanging vines, you crept closer, your bare feet silent on the mossy ground.
Neytiri stood before Jake, her lithe form draped in sheer fabrics that clung to the swell of her hips and the gentle rise of her breasts, the material translucent in the ethereal light, as if woven to entice. Her tail swayed languidly, eyes locked on his with a hunger that twisted something sharp in your gut.
"It is time for you to choose a mate, Jake." She said, her voice a sultry whisper laced with expectation, leaning in so her braided hair brushed his arm. "Once you pass your Iknimaya, the clan will expect it. Strength for strength."
You pressed against a glowing trunk, heart pounding, the cool bark pressing into the soft curve of your shoulder. Neytiri's hand trailed lightly down his chest before she turn around to look away from him. "(Y/N) is the best singer in the clan."
Your breath hitched, hope flickering as you waited for his response. But when it came, it was a casual dismissal that pierced like an arrow.
"Well, I don’t want (Y/N)."
You saw Neytiri's lips curved in relief, a soft exhale escaping her, but you couldn't bear it. Tears stung your eyes as you turned and fled, the forest blurring around you, vines whipping at your legs.
The pain bloomed hot in your chest, months of stolen glances, reduced to nothing.
Two days passed in a haze of deliberate distance. Where once your gaze sought him out during meals or training, now you wove through the clan with eyes downcast, the sway of your hips hurried as you avoided the central platforms. The hurt festered, a quiet ache that made even the songs of the ikran feel hollow.
Deep in the forest, far from the clan's hum, you sought solace among the twisting roots and dappled light.
Your attire was simple for the heat, a beaded top that draped loosely over your full breasts, the strands barely concealing the dark peaks of your nipples, shifting with each step to reveal teasing glimpses of azure skin. The loincloth rode low on your hips, hugging the firm roundness of your ass and the sensitive folds of your pussy, the thin material damp from the humidity and your unresolved turmoil.
Footsteps crunched behind you, and you glanced up, straightening from where you'd been examining a cluster of luminous fungi.
Raixte emerged from the foliage, his tall frame cutting an imposing silhouette, muscles honed from leading hunts rippling under striped skin, his dark braids adorned with feathers that caught the breeze. His eyes, a deep amber, roamed over you with open appreciation, lingering on the way your top clung to the underside of your breasts.
"(Y/N)." He greeted, voice smooth and warm, stepping closer until the scent of his sweat-mingled musk enveloped you. "Wandering alone? Dangerous for someone so... captivating."
He flashed a charming grin, fangs glinting, as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing the delicate shell.
You hesitated, the flirtation a balm to your wounded pride.
"Just needed air, Raixte." You replied, forcing a smile that didn't reach your eyes, your tail curling slightly in uncertainty.
But as he complimented the grace of your movements during the last hunt, drawing parallels to Eywa's own elegance, you let the conversation flow, leaning into the attention. Hurt made you reckless. If Jake had chosen Neytiri, perhaps it was time to open your heart elsewhere.
Raixte's hand brushed your arm, electric and bold, and you didn't pull away.
Unseen, a pair of furious golden eyes burned from the shadows. Jake's jaw clenched, fists balled at his sides, the veins in his forearms standing out as rage coiled through him like a viper.
Raixte leaned in, his breath hot against your cheek, lips parting as if to claim a kiss, his hand settling possessively on your waist, fingers splaying over the dip of your hip.
A sharp clearing of the throat shattered the moment. Jake stepped forward, his massive form eclipsing the light, expression carved from stone, eyes narrowed to slits, tail lashing like a whip.
"Raixte." He said, voice flat and commanding. "Tsu'tey’s been looking for you. Urgent."
There was something in his eyes that told you he was lying and you were pissed.
Raixte straightened, brow furrowing in confusion, but he nodded curtly. "I'll go see."
His gaze flicked to you apologetically before he vanished into the undergrowth.
You whirled on Jake, fury igniting in your veins, chest heaving so the beads of your top danced against your skin. "What the hell was that? You lied, he wasn't looking for him!"
Jake's face remained unreadable, a mask of controlled storm, his broad chest rising steadily as he ignored your questions. "Do you like him?"
The audacity hit you like a slap.
You scoffed, lips twisting in disdain, the elegant column of your throat working as you swallowed bile.
"None of your business." You snapped, turning on your heel, the loincloth shifting against your thighs with the motion.
His large hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your upper arm in a grip that was firm but not bruising, yanking you back against the solid wall of his chest.
Heat radiated from him, his heartbeat thundering through you. "I asked if you like him, yawne?"
The endearment only fueled your anger.
You twisted in his hold, glaring up at him, your nails digging into his wrist. "Why does it matter? I heard you loud and clear at the Tree of Voices. Telling Neytiri you don’t want me!"
Confusion flickered across his features, brows knitting together, the faint scars on his brow ridge creasing. "What?"
You wrenched free, stepping back, voice mocking as you threw his words in his face. "(Y/N) is the best singer in the clan. Well, I don’t want (Y/N). Rings any bell, Jake Sully?"
His expression shifted, darkening into something predatory, a mean smirk curling his lips, eyes gleaming with a mix of irritation and dark amusement.
He advanced, towering over you, one hand bracing against the tree trunk beside your head, caging you in. "Eavesdropping on private talks, huh? But you didn’t even bother to stick around for the rest, did you?"
You blinked, pulse racing, the proximity making your skin prickle. "What rest?"
Jake's smirk widened, voice dropping to a gravelly purr. "I told her I don’t want you... because I need you. Turned Neytiri down flat, she's been circling me like prey, but it's you I've been watching. You I've been smiling at. You I dream about every damn night."
His free hand ghosted down your side, thumb brushing the edge of your beaded top, sending sparks skittering across your nerves.
"Oh." You breathed, the word barely audible, heat flooding your face as realization dawned, your body softening against the tree despite the whirlwind in your mind.
His gaze raked over you then. Starting at your flushed cheeks, down the slender curve of your neck, to the scant coverage of your top where your breasts strained against the beads, nipples hardening under his scrutiny. Lower still, to the loincloth that molded to your pussy, the outline of your folds visible through the damp fabric.
Fury reignited in his eyes at the thought of Raixte's hands on you, jaw ticking. "But seeing that hunter all over you? Makes me wanna mark every inch so no one else even thinks about it."
He was condescending in his jealousy, voice laced with nasty possession, but the bulge straining against his own loincloth betrayed how turned on he was, it was thick and insistent.
Before you could respond, his mouth crashed down on yours, the kiss bruising and demanding, tongue invading with a growl that vibrated through your lips. His hands roamed greedily, one cupping the back of your head to angle you deeper, fingers threading through your hair to tug sharply, the other shoving aside your top to palm your breast, thumb flicking the pebbled nipple harshly enough to make you yelp into his mouth.
You gasped, body arching instinctively, the rough bark scraping your back as he pressed closer, his erection grinding against your thigh with deliberate pressure, the heat of it searing through the thin fabric. He broke the kiss only to trail hot, open-mouthed bites down your neck, sucking marks into the sensitive skin, dark blooms that would linger as reminders of his claim while his fingers pinched and rolled your nipple, twisting just enough to border on pain, drawing whimpers from your throat that made his cock twitch against you.
"Look at you." He murmured against your collarbone, voice mean and taunting, breath hot and ragged as he nipped the tender flesh there. "Dressed like a little slut in the woods, letting some low-rank hunter put his hands on you. Were you gonna spread these legs for him? Let him taste what's mine?"
He yanked the beads aside fully, exposing both breasts to the cool air, the sudden exposure making your nipples tighten further into aching points. Without pause, he latched onto one peak sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive areola, tongue swirling with wet obscene sounds that echoed in the quiet forest. His free hand kneaded the other breast roughly, fingers digging into the soft mound, squeezing until you squirmed, a mix of pleasure and sting shooting straight to your core.
Your hands fisted in his braids, pulling him closer despite the harshness, your pussy clenching emptily as arousal dripped down your thighs.
"Jake." You moaned, voice breaking, the sound needy and desperate, your hips rolling unconsciously against his thigh for friction.
He chuckled darkly against your skin, the vibration sending jolts through you, before switching to the neglected breast, lavishing it with the same brutal attention, sucking until it was swollen and slick with his saliva, teeth scraping just hard enough to make tears prick your eyes.
"These perfect tits." He growled, pulling back to admire his work, the globes heaving with your labored breaths, marked with faint red imprints from his mouth. "Been dreaming of burying my face in them for months. But now? Now I'm gonna ruin them. Gonna fuck you so hard they bounce, then fill 'em with milk when you're swollen with my kid. You want that, don't you? To be bred like the needy little thing you are?"
The words hit you like fire, shame and desire twisting in your gut, your cheeks burning as you nodded, unable to form words, your tail wrapping around his leg in silent plea.
He smirked, smug and condescending, eyes dark with lust as he pushed you harder against the tree, his body pinning yours, the scent of his arousal mixing with the earthy air.
With a swift, possessive motion, he dropped to his knees, his large hands shoving your thighs apart roughly, nails scraping the inner skin as he spread you wide. The loincloth was tugged aside carelessly, the thin strip snapping against your hip before he bared your dripping folds to his gaze. You felt exposed, vulnerable, your pussy glistening in the dappled light, clit throbbing under his intense stare. His nose pressed against your mound first, inhaling deeply, your scent musky and sweet, intoxicating like the forbidden fruits of Pandora, making him groan low in his throat, eyes fluttering shut in raw bliss as his cock strained painfully against his loincloth.
"Fuck, yawne." He rasped, voice thick with nastiness. "You smell like sin. Like my personal addiction. Bet that hunter would've killed for a whiff, but too bad he doesn't get to drown in this pussy. Only I do."
His tongue darted out, tracing a slow, deliberate line from your entrance to your clit, lapping up the slick that coated your folds, the flat of it pressing firm and insistent. You shuddered, knees weakening, a whine escaping as he sealed his lips around your clit, sucking with greedy pulls that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
He ate you like a man possessed, messy and unrestrained, tongue plunging deep into your channel, curling to stroke your inner walls, then withdrawing to lap broad, sloppy strokes through your lips, slurping noisily at the arousal that leaked steadily, coating his chin and dripping down his neck. His fingers dug into the plush flesh of your ass, spreading you obscenely wider, one thumb circling your tight rear entrance teasingly, pressing just enough to make you gasp in shock and illicit pleasure.
"Taste so fucking good." He mumbled against your core, words vibrating through your sensitive flesh. "Sweeter than anything Eywa ever made. But you're dripping for me now, aren't you? Because deep down, you knew you were mine. Knew you'd come crawling back after teasing me with that bullshit flirtation."
You moaned, hips bucking wildly, one hand braced on his shoulder, nails scoring the taut ridges of muscle there, the other tangled in his queue, tugging in rhythm with his laps.
He groaned in response, the sound animalistic, as he buried his face deeper, nose bumping your clit rhythmically while his tongue speared inside again, fucking you with it in short, wet thrusts. Saliva mixed with your juices, the lewd sounds filling the air, slurps and smacks that made your face flame with embarrassment, but he didn't care, only dove in harder, his free hand sliding up to pinch your clit between thumb and forefinger, rolling it meanly until you were sobbing with the intensity.
"Jake please." You begged, voice hoarse, tears of overwhelming sensation streaking your cheeks, your body trembling on the precipice. "I need... I need you inside."
He pulled back slightly, lips shiny and swollen, eyes blazing with cruel satisfaction as he licked your essence from them. "Need what? My cock? Say it, yawne. Beg like the desperate slut who almost let another male touch her."
His fingers replaced his mouth, two thick digits thrusting in roughly, curling to hit that spongy spot inside, scissoring to stretch you while his thumb ground against your clit.
"Your cock please, breed me." You cried, the words tumbling out in a rush, humiliation burning hot as your walls clenched around his invading fingers, chasing release.
"Good girl." He snarled, withdrawing his hand with a wet pop, rising to his full height.
He shed his loincloth in one fluid motion, his thick cock springing free, heavy and veined, the length curving slightly upward, head flushed a deep purple and beading with precum that trailed down the shaft. It slapped against his abs with a wet smack, the sheer size of it making your mouth water and your pussy ache in anticipation. He gripped the base, rubbing the girth along your sopping slit teasingly, the velvety head nudging your entrance, parting your folds but not entering, coating himself in your slick while he watched your face contort with need.
"Feel that?" He taunted, voice low and vicious, hips rolling to drag his cock through your wetness, the friction making you whimper as it bumped your clit repeatedly. "This fat cock that's gonna split you open. Gonna fuck you raw until you're screaming my name, until every inch of you reeks of me. And when I cum? It's staying deep, gonna breed this tight little cunt, pump you so full you'll be leaking for days. No more flirting, no more running. You're mine to fill, mine to knock up."
The dirty promises sent a fresh gush of arousal from you, your hands clutching his biceps, feeling the corded strength flex under your palms.
"Yes Jake, do it. Claim me." You pleaded, eyes locked on his, vulnerability raw in your gaze.
He plunged in with one brutal thrust, the stretch burning deliciously as he bottomed out, your walls fluttering around his thickness, accommodating the invasion with a mix of pain and ecstasy.
"Fuck." He groaned, head falling to your shoulder, teeth sinking into the muscle there as he held still, savoring the vice-like grip. "So goddamn tight, like you were carved for my dick. Feel how you're squeezing? Begging for my seed already."
He set a punishing pace immediately, hips snapping forward with controlled ferocity, balls slapping against your ass with each deep drive, the tree shaking behind you from the force. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, fingers spanning the width of your waist as he pulled you onto him, dictating every movement.
"Take it." He grunted, voice strained with effort, sweat beading on his brow and trickling down the defined planes of his chest. "Take every fucking inch, yawne. This is what you get for making me jealous, for thinking you could give this to anyone else."
You cried out, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, heels digging into his lower back to urge him deeper, your breasts bouncing with each jolt, nipples grazing his chest hair. Pleasure built in waves, coiling tight in your belly, his mean words only heightening the sensations, making you feel owned, desired in the filthiest way.
"Harder please, Jake." You gasped, nails raking down his back, leaving red trails that made him hiss in approval.
"Greedy little thing." He mocked, one hand sliding up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, just holding, thumb stroking your pulse point possessively. "You love this, don't you? Being used like my personal fucktoy. Gonna make you cum so hard you forget his name."
His thrusts angled to hit your g-spot relentlessly, the head of his cock dragging over it with precision born of obsession.
The orgasm ripped through you without warning, walls convulsing around him, milking his length as you keened his name, vision whiting out, body seizing in bliss. He didn't stop, pounding through it, prolonging the waves until you were oversensitive, sobbing from the intensity.
"That's it, cum on my cock." He snarled, pace faltering as his own release neared, hips stuttering. With a roar that echoed through the trees, he buried himself to the hilt, flooding you with hot spurts of cum, grinding deep to push it further, his body shuddering against yours. "Take my seed, every drop. Gonna breed you, yawne. Fill you up until you're carrying my child."
But he wasn't done.
Panting, he pulled out slowly, a gush of his release mixed with your slick trailing down your thighs, and spun you around, bending you over a low, moss-covered root. Your hands splayed on the soft ground for purchase, ass presented high, the position making you feel utterly exposed as he kicked your legs wider.
"Look at that." He said, voice dripping with condescension, palming the firm globes of your ass, spreading them to watch his cum leak from your pussy. "Already messy from me. But we're not finished, gonna fuck this cum back in, make sure it sticks."
He thrust back in from behind, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper, his hips slamming against your ass with wet smacks, the sound obscene in the forest hush. One hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back to arch your spine, the other snaked around to rub furious circles on your clit.
"Feel that, baby? My cock owning this pussy. You're gonna be so full, so bred, no room for anyone else's touch." His words were nasty, laced with jealousy-fueled venom, but underneath, you felt the depth of his possession, the raw emotion making your heart clench even as your body burned.
Tears of overwhelming feeling streamed down your face, mixing pleasure with the sting of his dominance, but you pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, whispering, "Only yours, always."
The admission seemed to break something in him, his rhythm growing erratic, grunts turning to pleas as he chased another peak.
He flipped you again, this time pulling you to the forest floor on a bed of soft ferns, settling you in his lap facing him, guiding your hips down onto his still-hard cock with hands that trembled slightly from exertion. You rode him slowly at first, thighs flexing with the effort, the muscles in your core tightening as you ground down, circling your hips to feel him everywhere.
But he took control quickly, thrusting up viciously, one arm banded around your back to hold you flush, the other kneading your breast, pinching the nipple until you arched with a cry.
"Ride me harder." He demanded, eyes locked on yours, golden depths swirling with lust and something softer. Love, fierce and unyielding. "Show me how much you want my babies. Milk this cock dry."
His dirty talk continued, mean edges sharpening.
"Bet you'd look so pretty pregnant. Tits heavy, belly round with what I put in you. No more wandering off, no more doubts. You're locked to me now."
Through the haze of building ecstasy, he reached for your queue, his own brushing yours in the sacred tsaheylu, an electric bond snapping into place like lightning.
His emotions surged through you. Raw, consuming love, the burning truth of his jealousy, the depth of his need to claim and protect, no deception, only unfiltered passion that mirrored your own. It heightened everything, your shared pleasure echoing in your minds, sensations doubling as you felt his thrusts from both sides, your body and his soul.
The connection shattered your restraint.
You came again, harder, walls pulsing around him in rhythmic squeezes, crying out as the bond amplified the bliss to near-painful levels. He followed immediately, spilling deep with a guttural moan, hips jerking as he emptied another load, the warmth spreading through you, sealing the bond in cum and emotion.
For the final round, he laid you on your back, hooking your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he loomed above, sliding back in with a slow, deliberate push that made you both groan. The position was intimate, his face inches from yours, allowing him to watch every expression as he rolled his hips, grinding deep rather than thrusting, ensuring his seed stayed buried.
"Feel me, yawne?" He whispered, voice rough but laced with tenderness now, forehead pressing to yours. "My love, it's real. Every word, every thrust. You're everything."
His pace built gradually, the nastiness fading into focused intensity, hands roaming your body with reverence, tracing the curve of your hip, the swell of your breast while he murmured praises mixed with commands.
"Cum with me one more time. Let me breed you properly."
The bond thrummed between you, sharing the climb, and when release hit, it was mutual, bodies locking together as he flooded you again, your pussy clenching to hold him, the shared ecstasy washing away all doubt.
Spent, he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms, the meanness evaporating like mist. His lips found yours in a sweet, lingering kiss, gentle nips turning to soft presses, tongue tracing yours tenderly, a stark contrast to the earlier ferocity.
"Mine, baby." He whispered against your mouth, hand splaying over your lower belly, fingers gentle now. "Forever."
You melted into him, the forest whispering approval around your entwined forms, the ache in your heart finally healed, replaced by a warmth that promised eternity.
This is a part of my Mangkwan!Jake AU. You can read their origin story here.
Word count: 700
Pairing: Ash Na'vi!Jake Sully x wife!reader
Description: You give Jake a new piercing, but he's not the only Sully wanting one.
Content Warnings: AU where the Omatikaya turn into Ash Na'vi as well. piercings, otherwise fluffy
Author's note: Based on this request by @thenightstar20 and this ask by anon!
Disclaimer: I am still not taking Avatar requests or writing for it really, I just thought this concept was interesting. I am still very much in my LOTR phase for anyone wondering.
The bone needle pierced Jake's skin, making him emit a light hiss as you drove it through the top of his hair covered brow. The fires and torches flickered in the Sully family tent, casting an orange glow on you both.
“Felt good, baby,” he told you despite his tight jaw. His fingers dug into your thigh as you kneeled over him. The evening was cool and the chill bit at your skin, but you did not find yourself caring. He sat on the woven ground, legs out before him as you pinched the warm skin and held it in place.
Your lips curved up into a smile at his reaction, never getting enough of him. He looked more and more attractive to you as he aged, seeming to grow broader and more fearsome. The piercings and scars he was accumulating only made your problem grow worse. Being this close to him was intoxicating. His molten gold eyes were so fixed on you that it was hard to concentrate.
You had talked him into letting you give him another piercing with little pushback from him. The clan piercer would never touch him, not while you still were breathing. He was yours and yours alone. That meant she had taught you your way around a needle so that you could do what you were doing now.
You transferred the piece of metal jewelry into position and slowly drew the needle out, pulling the hoop into place as you went. You squeezed the metal ends flush together and leaned back to take a look.
“It looks very good, Ma Jake,” you informed him, admiring the silver shine in the low light.
He smirked. “Still gonna want to give me another one in a couple days?” he asked, raising his unpierced brow at you.
You smiled back, taking his face in your hands. “Most likely,” you murmured as you kissed him. It was slow and agonizing, and he seemed to only be drawing it out longer and longer.
“Sempul (Father)!” A young voice cried from outside the tent before the flap was being tossed back and Tuk was flying through it. “Sa’nok (mother)!” she called.
You and Jake broke apart before you swiveled around to see your youngest and hear the cause of her exclamation.
“Lo’ak said he could kill more Atlas Beetles than me before the evening meal, but I killed 6 and he only killed 5! I won! I finally won!” She squealed.
You raised your hands to hug her and she ran into them. “Good job, Parultsyìp (little loved one)!” you congratulated her as she wrapped her arms around you. At only 6 years old, she was beginning her training to become a warrior like her siblings.
“I’m so proud of you, Tuk,” Jake added, rubbing a hand up her ash covered back. “I bet Lo’ak is pretty mad, huh?”
“Oh yes, Sempul. He is soooo angry,” she snickered, pulling away from you to face her father.
“We should probably keep our distance from him tonight,” Jake suggested with a grin.
She gasped as she realized the new addition to her father’s look. “Sempul, when did you get this?” she asked, ghosting a finger over Jake’s eyebrow.
“Just now, your sa’nu gave it to me. Do ya like it?” he asked, turning his head so she could see it better.
“I love it!” She assured him, smiling at the jewelry.
“Do you think he needs more?” you asked her opinion.
“Yes! Many more!” She nodded.
Jake laughed, “You girls will put more metal in me than in Hell’s Gate.”
Tuk’s eyes lit up with a new idea. “Can I get one too?” she asked excitedly. “Please! Everyone else has them!”
You and Jake exchanged a look, “Well… you did beat your brother…” you pointed out.
“She’s still a little young,” Jake argued.
“Please, Sempul! I am old enough!” she begged, clasping her hands together and giving Jake the look she only used when she wanted something.
He sighed. “Alright, fine. If it's okay with your mother, then it's alright with me,” he relented. “But only the one for now.”
“Yes!!!” Tuk exclaimed, throwing her arms around Jake’s neck and hugging him tightly. “Thank you!”
𓇼 mangkwan!jake who worships the ground you walk on, will absolutely kill anyone who looks at you in any type of way that doesn’t sit right with him.
𓇼 mangkwan!jake doesn’t take lightly to you disobeying him though, even if he adores you with every ounce of his body—he still will discipline you if you get snarky with him.
𓇼 does have kurus wrapped around him like decoration and will threaten anyone who laid a finger on you with the same fate.
𓇼 loves having a hand on you at all times, and if there’s an instance in which he couldn’t, his tail would be around your leg in a tight grip.
𓇼 mangkwan!jake loves feeding you the meat he prepared, he wouldn’t tell you where it came from, or who it came from though. “eat baby girl, don’t upset me now. i hunted it just for you.”
𓇼 mangkwan!jake showing off the shiny metal weapons he acquired from the pink skins but never letting you touch.
𓇼 yes, he did kidnap you from another clan and yes, he did hold you hostage in his tent filled with hanging skinned na’vi and several creatures until you learned to obey him and eventually love him.
𓇼 the prime definition of stockholme syndrome.
𓇼 will thoughtfully paint you with the colors that matched his clan, dark reds and black stripes—ash that lightened your complexion naturally blending you in.
𓇼 mangkwan!jake will let you decorate your shared kelku with your own small touches, not enough to where it overshadowed his work but enough to make you feel slightly more comfortable.
𓇼 will force the finest weavers in your clan to make you the most intricate headpiece and loincloth that made you stand out, to show that you were his mate, to brag.
𓇼 mangkwan!jake will make sure there is someone that watches you at all times when he is not present, mostly being tsu’tey or neytiri—who you can be closest with in the clan without mangkwan!jake getting extremely jealous and homicidal.
𓇼 he convinces you he does it to make sure you’re safe without his presence, totally…
𓇼 mangkwan!jake still becomes toruk makto, which contributes to the immense fear the na’vi people have for him.
𓇼 will let you ride and caress toruk, and there is no sense of danger that comes from the creature as the two share a bond that also includes mangkwan!jake’s admiration for you
𓇼 mangkwan!jake lets you keep the ikran that you bonded with, yet you couldn’t ride it without his supervision. mangkwan!jake wasn’t cruel enough to get rid of the animal, not one that meant so much to you.
𓇼 mangkwan!jake forms tsaheylu with you on a daily basis, making sure he knew the feelings that you experienced, and that there was no thoughts of you escaping the clan and faking your love for him.
𓇼 the act of the bonding connection didn’t mean much to mangkwan!jake since he held no respect for eywa and her flora that took over pandora. he mostly used it to intimidate other na’vi and threaten them with the very thing that helped them connect to their “true mother”.
𓇼 mangkwan!jake will absolutely make sure your worshipping to eywa was put to a complete stop, repeatedly drilling in your mind that he was the only deity you needed to be spiritually connected to.
𓇼 and soon enough, you eventually do believe it too.
𑣲 Neteyam and his avatar girlfriend can’t stop fucking
Ever since you got your avatar, you and your boyfriend Neteyam cannot stop touching each other.
When you were still human, Neteyam had been so careful, almost scared to hurt you.
He would lay you down gently and eat you out for hours — his big, soft tongue sliding slowly between your tiny human pussy lips, licking and sucking until you were shaking and crying from how good it felt. Sometimes he’d ease just one thick finger inside you, and even that was a lot. You’d take it for him anyway, biting your lip and whimpering through the stretch because you loved how much he needed you.
But once you got your avatar… everything changed.
Your new body could finally take him. Dates turned into long, filthy sessions where you’d suck his cock until your jaw ached, or he’d finger you properly with two or three thick fingers, curling them just right. You loved rubbing your slick pussy lips up and down his huge cock, coating him in your wetness without taking him inside yet.
It became a habit — a bad, addictive habit. You two fucked whenever and wherever you could. In the forest, against trees, in hidden corners of the village. Neteyam would sneak into the lab just to dry hump you until you were both soaked and desperate.
Even after you officially mated — after years of waiting and finally getting approval from both families — the hunger didn’t stop. You had your own home now, but Neteyam was so busy leading war parties. The second he saw you after a battle, he’d take you right there.
Most times he’d find you washing clothes in the shallow river and bend you over, fucking you deep and hard while the water splashed around you. Other times he’d pull you into the lab when Norm was supposed to meet you for work. You’d moan “he’s coming” as Neteyam pounded into you from behind, only for it to turn into “I’m coming” as you fell apart on his cock.
But one day, norm came back early.
You were in the lab, bent over one of the sturdy metal tables. Your clothes were ripped and hanging off you in shreds — top pulled down, exposing your bouncing tits, loincloth shoved to the side. Neteyam was behind you, gripping your hips hard as he thrust deep into your pussy, the wet slap of skin echoing through the room. Your avatar body was taking every thick inch, creaming around his cock as he groaned your name.
“Fuck, yawne… so tight,” he growled, hips snapping harder.
You were moaning loudly, pushing back against him, completely lost in it. “Neteyam— right there—”
The door hissed open.
Norm walked in, datapad in hand, already talking. “Hey, I got those new readings you wanted to— what the fuck?!”
Neteyam froze mid thrust, buried ball deep inside you. You whipped your head around, eyes wide, still clenching around his cock.
Norm stood there, frozen, face turning bright red as he took in the sight — his daughter getting absolutely railed by her mate, clothes torn, tits out, pussy stretched wide around Neteyam’s thick cock.
For a second nobody moved.
Then Neteyam slowly pulled out with a wet sound, cum already leaking down your thighs. He stepped in front of you protectively, shielding your body with his own while you tried to pull the remains of your top up.
Norm pinched the bridge of his nose, looking anywhere but at you two. “I… I’m just gonna… pretend I didn’t see that. Jesus Christ.”
He turned and walked out fast, the door sliding shut behind him.
You buried your face in Neteyam’s chest, mortified but still throbbing. Neteyam just laughed softly, kissing the top of your head, his hard cock still pressed against your stomach.
“We really need to start locking the door,” he murmured, already grinding against you again.
You groaned, half embarrassed, half turned on. “Later. Finish what you started first.”
Neteyam grinned, lifting you onto the table and spreading your legs wide again. “Yes, ma’am.”
Norm started visiting more often after that day.
Way more often. He’d show up at your shared home unannounced, datapad in hand, always with some “important” research question or lab task that suddenly needed your attention right then.
He’d linger, finding reasons to stay longer, clearly determined to make sure you and Neteyam didn’t get proper alone time. It was obvious he was trying to put some distance between you two after walking in on you getting fucked over the lab table.
Neteyam noticed. One afternoon while you were busy, he pulled Norm aside for a quiet talk.
“I respect you, sir,” Neteyam said calmly, standing tall but speaking with genuine respect. “You raised a wonderful daughter. I love her more than anything. But I need you to understand… I haven’t been able to kiss my wife without you pulling her in for a hug or something...”
Norm sighed, rubbing his forehead. He looked tired. “I’m disappointed, Neteyam. You’re a good man — a leader. But from what I’ve seen, it looks like you’re just… chasing pleasure. If you’re going to be with my daughter like that, at least have the intention of getting her pregnant. She wants a baby. Don’t treat it like some casual thing.”
Neteyam listened carefully to every word, ears lowered slightly in respect. He nodded slowly. “I hear you. I understand.”
That night, long after the village had gone quiet, Neteyam couldn’t wait any longer.
You were already asleep on your side in the woven hammock, breathing soft and even. He slid in behind you, pressing his chest against your back. He started with small, gentle kisses along your shoulder, then your neck, warm lips brushing your skin again and again. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he snuggled tighter against you, nose buried in your hair.
You stirred, humming sleepily. “Teyam…?”
“Shh,” he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. “I just need you.”
His hand slid down your body, gently lifting your leg as he nestled closer. You felt the thick, warm head of his cock press against your entrance. He rubbed it slowly up and down your folds, coating himself in your growing wetness, before slowly pushing inside.
The stretch was familiar now, but he went so slow, inch by thick inch, until he was buried deep. You both sighed at the same time. Neteyam wrapped both arms around you, holding you close as he started moving in long, lazy thrusts.
He kissed you over your shoulder the whole time — little soft pecks on your lips when you turned your head, on your cheek, on your jaw, on your neck. Every thrust was deep and unhurried, his hips rolling gently against your ass as he stayed pressed tight to your back.
“I love you,” he murmured between kisses, voice low and rough with emotion. “I want to give you a baby.”
You moaned softly, reaching back to grip his hair as he kept that slow, intimate rhythm. The pleasure built gradually, warm and deep, until you both came together — quiet, trembling, wrapped up in each other.
The next month, you woke up feeling strange.
Your breasts were tender, your stomach a little queasy. You pressed a hand to your belly, eyes widening as the realization hit you. A soft smile spread across your face as you turned to look at Neteyam, still sleeping peacefully beside you.
You were pregnant.
Neteyam stirred when you moved, pulling you back into his arms with a sleepy, satisfied hum. He kissed your shoulder, hand gently resting over your stomach like he already knew.
You couldn't wait to surprise him.
A few people have been having trouble with the tagging so let me know if this helped??
Just finished my Jake Sully inspired keychain, featuring the feathers he wore during the battle in AFAA as Toruk Makto, and the chain was inspired by a part of his song cord plus the river beads he wears on his choker that was gifted by Neytiri!
I’m not the best craftsperson but I think it came out good haha. What ya’ll think?
can I request jake sully using a vibrator in fem reader? Maybe make her metkayina? Thank you! Can’t wait til you’re back!
which hand? | jake sully x fem!metkayina!reader | 18+
a/n: i like to think that jake’s lady has a mouth on her that she picked up from him. i’m feeling a bit better!!
cw: established relationship, use of toys (vibrator), orgasm control, praising, jake talks you through it, masturbation, dacryphilia, name calling (lots of ‘baby’, one use of slut, one use of sir)
wc: 1.5k
masterlist • ao3
“hey baby, c’mere” jake nods his head towards y/n. the woman looks at him curiously. she puts her basket of herbs down impatiently, sighing. he has interrupted her counting.
“what is it ma’jake?”
“something you’re going to love.” y/n raises a brow and tilts her head.
“promise baby.” jake looks up at her with pleading eyes.
y/n nods. “okay,” she says softly. jake moves from where he was previously sat and opens up one of his gray military cases. y/n hated those cases, but she never bothered arguing with him. they were apart of him whether she liked or not.
jake smirks as he trifles through his chest looking for soemthing in particular, something he got while he was in avatar program, something he had yet to use.
it was a pink vibrator, giant by human standards but just right for the na’vi. just right for y/n, he thought.
he rolls it in his hands, the smooth plastic feels cool. he twists the black end. it started to vibrate, check, it still worked. he quickly turns it off and hides it behind his back.
he turns towards y/n, smile on his face. “which hand baby?”
“what? what do you mean which hand jake?”
jake’s head lowers as he laughs, “i mean-i’m holding something in one of my hands, and i want you to guess which one.”
y/n rolls her eyes and plays along. she reaches out and touched his left hand. jake reveals it, nothing in that one. y/n smirked as she grabbed his other hand. jake held it in a tight fist.
“that one! that one jakesully!” y/n cries out laughing.
“i’m holding nothing baby.”
“you are lying!”
jake lifts his hand up above the both of them, both of y/n’s arms grasping at his large hand. jake stills the both of them. he looks into y/n’s eyes and kisses her. it was claiming, it was clear to y/n he needed her.
“that’s right baby i do have something in that hand. and we’re gonna try it out. together.” jake says, a growl to his voice. he lowers his hand as shows y/n the toy.
y/n looked at it, taking in the bright pink color, the odd shape, and the round tip at the end. “what is that jake?” she asks.
“it’s a vibrator, baby.” jake answers honestly. “it’s a toy that humans use to help their mate… get off. or you could use on yourself.”
“oh, it’s like a toy?” y/n asks. “we have similar things here! we use most of them during the mating season. it helps bring relief if needed. and of course for other things.”
jake nods. this he didn’t know. he made a mental note to ask about them later. “yeah well, they usually just use them for those other things. but i haven’t gotten to use this one yet.” he slaps the end if it against his hand, almost impatiently.
y/n bites her lip. a heat started to blossom. “not yet?”
“not at all, baby. been wanting to so bad. then i saw you and knew i had to use it.”
“will it hurt me?”
“aw,” jake kisses her. “there’s nothing i wanna do that would hurt you okay? have i ever hurt you?”
y/n shakes her head. “never.” her heart beats a bit faster.
“exactly. no this will feel good. it’s like your toys that you say you use, but there’s something special about this one.”
y/n’s tail wags as she listens. she grabs his arms. “show me. please?”
“yeah baby i’ll show you, come here.” he sits down and spreads his legs open for her. “c’mon, you know how i like you.”
y/n removes her cloth and smiles at jake, kissing him, and turning so her back rests against his chest. she kisses his jaw, jake clenched it. “careful baby…”
“why should i be?” y/n asks. “you’re so sexy ma’jake…”
“cause i have a special weapon remember?” he asks, he trails the tip around y/n’s exposed cunt. she closes her legs. “keep ‘em open.”
y/n gasps as she watches jake play with her clit with this toy. it felt similar to the ones she used, but the way jake was moving his hand, it never made her this wet before.
“oh jake, feels good…” y/n moans.
“yeah? feel good baby?” jake kisses her neck hard, his sharp teeth grazes her neck. y/n moans and bucks into him. he uses this distraction and uses his hands to turn on the vibrator.
turning it to the lowest setting, he presses it to y/n’s clit. she gasps loudly, a choked moan leaving her lips too. jake smiles and licks her neck. “see what i mean baby? feel that?”
“oh fuck jake! that’s- it feels so amazing!” y/n couldn’t help the moans that poured out of her, he was barely touching her clit yet her toes were curled up tightly.
“aw, you need more don’t you?” y/n nods desperately. jake obliges and turns the nob to the next setting and and holds it hard to y/n’s clit.
y/n throws her head back against him, her eyes filled with small tears.
“oh baby. you crying? yeah? crying already? oh pretty thing.” he kisses her forehead, now beginning to sweat. he moves his wrist, the vibrator created circles on her clit. jake started to hear how wet she was getting. a smirk rested on his face now.
“see how much better that feels? yeah?” he was whispering hoarsely into y/n’s ear. his eyes were closed as he began to fuck y/n with the toy. just the tip of it making y/n writhe and moan.
“you make such slutty noises. you my good slut?”
y/n nods at the name. jake so rarely called her that, she loved it when he brought it out. it was a different side to jake she enjoyed seeing.
“yes ma’jake, i’m your slut.” the word still felt foreign on y/n’s tongue, but it only spurred jake on more.
“take it baby. take the whole thing. know you can.”
“yes sir, i want it. please put it inside me.” y/n slurred out, tears slowly leaving her eyes
“hang on baby.” jake says as he slides the whole toy in. y/n’s cunt greedily sucked it up. jake quickly turned up the toy to the half way point, the vibrations much stronger now.
y/n’s legs begin to tremble, jake tried to shush the downright pornographic moans leaving her, but he didn’t care. let everyone hear how good he’s making his woman feel.
“oh eywa jake! don’t stop! dont stop my love!” y/n cried out. she held onto jake’s shoulders and stared it into his eyes.
jake huffs and grabs the back of her hair, gently pulling. “you gonna come baby?”
y/n could barely nod. his hand going in and out of her, twisting and searching. “i… uh huh…” she could barely answer her mate. y/n swore she could feel the vibrations in her head. how could something made by the sky people make her feel like this?
“fucking come for me baby.” that’s why. it was all jake. the way he loved pleasuring her. he poured his heart out into all his actions, no matter how soft or hard. he moved with no shame.
his hand never startled as he felt y/n begin to tighten up. he smiled into y/n’s lips. jake knew she was close. the way she was mumbling, tears in her beautiful eyes, falling apart under him.
y/n’s orgasm washed over her like a wave, she covered her mouth with her hand and moaned. she grabbed onto any part of jake she could. “fuck! fuck fuck!-” the curses that fell out of y/n’s mouths sounded more like prayers, jake thought.
“that’s right baby. there you go. there you go, ride it out, good girl.” jake slows his hand, now soaked. he gently turns the vibrations down until they were completely off.
a whine leaves y/n.
“really you want more?” jake teases, he raises his voice, teasing y/n. y/n begins to laugh and shakes her head. “no… just want you.”
jake throws the toy to the side and wraps his arms around y/n’s waist. he kisses her shoulder. y/n leans on her side, closing her legs, still a bit overstimulated, jake looks down at her and smiles. “you’re amazing. know that?”
“only sometimes.”
“all the time.” jake grabs y/n’s jaw and kisses her lips, he trailed off and kissed her cheeks, subtly wiping the tears away.
“made my baby cry.” jake frowns.
“no, it was good. you took such good care of me, ma’jake.” y/n caresses the side of his face. he looks down and smiles.
“you really liked it that much?” he nods his head back towards the toy. y/n wraps her hands around his neck, she straddles his lap.
“not as much as i like you… but yes i did.”
jake laughs and slaps y/n’s ass, it was more of a pat really, sending his approval. “i love you.”
“i love you too.” y/n begins to trace her fingers along jake’s chest. “jake… do you think one day, we could try the highest setting on that thing?” y/n asks.
jake feels his heart skip a beat. “well baby we might have to work on it. could take a while.” he pouts.
y/n nods. “then we “work on it” together? as much as we want?” she asks a smile on her lips.
“yes ma’am.”
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warnings 𖨂 NSFW. MDNI. fem!reader, dacryphilia, p i v, soft!dom!jake, finger sucking, jake calls reader 'fussy'
“What’re you crying for, baby?” Jake questions as you ride his cock. The girth and length filling you up is overwhelming each time your core swallows his shaft. You’re on top, and even though you should be doing most of the work, Jake’s hands are placed under your ass to slide you up and down on him. It gives you a false sense of control, but you both know who’s really in charge.
“Mm— uh! Feels too good…” You finally manage to hiccup the words out, tears rolling down your cheeks as the tip of Jake’s cock pushes against your cervix, over and over again. The pressure of his girth, in a constant state of stimulating all your nerves, makes your body tremble. With shaking legs, you try to quicken the pace of your movements to maximize Jake’s pleasure, but Jake is quick to stop you— a gentle reminder that he’s the one who decides how fast you can ride him. You don't have to look down to know how wet you are, the sound of your arousal is loud and sticky as your cunt soaks his lap.
“Here,” Jake mutters, his fingers tugging on your bottom lip. Your face contorts with pleasure, mouth opening, allowing his index finger to penetrate your mouth. His digit is cool against your warm tongue, and your teary eyes snap shut as you focus on using his finger as a way to pacify the quiver in your jaw from the overwhelming feeling of his cock ramming into you. “That’s it, fussy girl. Just needed somethin’ to suck on, huh?”
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