│Summary: Your mate has been acting weird lately, but you just can't seem to place your finger on why exactly.
│MDNI Warnings: explicit smut, p in v, overstimulation, choking, hair pulling, bloody biting
Your mate, Jake Sully, has been acting strange lately. He was highly aggressive, extremely jealous, and reckless, which was nothing like him.
He had been very avoidant the past few days, but when he was around you, you could tell something was going on with him. Jake was barely eating, slipping away any time he could, touching you less, and never came to bed with you. You just couldn’t put your finger on it.
You walk through the forest trying to find Jake. He saw you talking to another man and absolutely lost his shit, punching the poor guy in the face before storming off away from the village. You apologized profusely for his actions before following after him.
Jake was never the jealous type. He was proud of you being his and had the utmost trust in you. He was usually only jealous during a certain time, but it couldn’t have been time for that again already. Could it?
The forest was quiet as you walked, the occasional animal sound fills the air mixed with the crunch of your footsteps. That is until your ears perk up at the sound of someone.
Soft grunts fill your ears as you make your way closer to the noise. You stop dead in your tracks in a clearing, seeing your mate sitting on a log with his back to you. He groans your name repeatedly, and you can see his arm tensing as he moves up and down.
He was pleasuring himself. You couldn’t understand why though. The two of you hadn’t had sex in at least a week weirdly enough, but you wondered why he couldn’t come to you.
You walk closer to him quietly, not wanting to spook him. His back was beyond tense, the veins along his arms were so prominent you could see them pulse as they pump blood throughout his body.
It finally dawned on you. He was in rut.
He never liked having sex with you when he was rutting, because he felt like he couldn’t control himself when he was inside you. You reassured him every single time, but he never got it through his head.
You watched from behind him, his hand was stroking his cock fast and hard, his toes dug into the dirt, and his other hand gripped onto the log, breaking pieces of bark off from his rut strength. The hand gripping his cock was bloodied from his knuckles.
“Do you want some help with that?”
His hand immediately leaves his cock, covering himself as he turns around swiftly. Once he notices it was you he relaxes ever so slightly.
He sighs, reaching down to grab his loincloth, “no. It’s fine.”
You move around him until you stand in between his legs, grabbing his loincloth away from him and tossing it to the side. Reaching up to the ties of your own loincloth, you let it fall to your ankles, baring yourself to your mate.
Sitting onto his lap, you can see his breath catch in his throat as your core rubs along his shaft. Sliding your heat up and down the length of him, you progressively coat him in your slick. You can feel his cock twitching underneath you.
“I’ve been needing you Jake,” you whimper as the tip of his cock brushes past your clit.
His hands find your hips, digging into the skin to stop your movements.
“No, you know I can’t do it,” he whispers out painfully.
You wrap your arms around his neck and lean down to his ear, “use me, Jake.” You bite gently on his lobe, moving to kiss down the side of his neck and onto his shoulder. His arms tense around you as he slowly grinds you against him.
It was only getting him worked up more. His grip became bruising as he pushed you harder onto his cock, rubbing you faster against him. You moan against the skin of his neck each time his tip catches your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he groans, his face finding the crook of your neck.
“You won’t, please Jake,” you whine, rubbing yourself faster along his cock. His precum and your slick make it easy to glide down his length.
You lean back to look at him, his pupils were blown and he looked so needy it made you weak. Lust and passion present in his eyes, “please Jake,” you whisper, biting your bottom lip.
He groans from your words, and his hands slide under your thighs pushing your body away from him. You reach your hand down, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing gently before nudging the tip against your entrance.
He sets you down on his cock slowly, letting you adjust to the size of him. You let out a soft moan once his tip pushes against your cervix.
You begin to slide back and forth on his lap, letting his cock rub through your walls at a slow but very pleasurable pace. His skin brushes against your clit, sending shivers down your spine.
Jake watches you please yourself with his cock, trying to refrain from fucking the life out of you. He brings his hands up to your hips, resting them there to steady you.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your warm, wet walls as you slowly thrust him into you. He filled every inch of your core, his skin stimulated your clit, and his eyes burned against your body.
“Jake,” his name leaves your mouth as a moan repeatedly. His fingers dig into the skin of your hips, his grip bruising as he slides you up and down his cock at a faster pace.
“Do you feel good, sweet girl?” His voice was strained, he was holding back and his patience was running thin.
“Yes Jake, more please,” you whine, raking your nails along the skin of his back. He picks you up, leaving only the tip inside of your entrance.
Jake slams you down onto his cock. His tip pushes against your cervix hard, and he immediately pushes you back up again. The tip brushes past your sweet spot, sliding out to sit right inside your entrance before being slammed back in again.
Your back arches, your chest presses into his and moans of his name constantly leave your mouth. The stark contrast between your small glides along his cock and his rough thrusts was everything.
“Fuck, I needed you so bad,” he grunts out, continuing to slide your entrance along his cock. Jake kisses rough against the skin of your neck, biting and sucking as he makes his way down to your shoulder.
He pulls away to watch you as you slide your hand down your stomach, bringing one finger to your clit as you draw circles to match the rhythm of his cock.
A heat was building in your lower stomach as your finger rubbed against your clit and Jake drilled into you from below. Your climax was approaching fast, your entrance clenches around Jake’s cock, letting him know the same thing.
“You’re so wet and tight,” he grunts out. Your hand moves down to his arm, gripping hard around the big muscles. The heat in you only grew more. You were so close to falling over the edge.
“I need to cum Jake, please,” you whine, arching your back and rubbing your clit faster.
“Cum on me baby,” he groans, his thrusts only speed up.
Your body tenses, sweat beads on your forehead, your arm grows tired as you hit your climax. Your chest presses hard into his, your nails dig into the skin of his arm. Constant moans leave your mouth hanging open ever so slightly.
Jake looks down, watching as your cum gushes out down his shaft. He rides out your high until your body becomes limp in his hands.
His nails dig into the skin of your thighs as he stands from the log, holding you still, before lowering himself to the ground. He lays you flat on your back, still connected to you, the ground underneath was hard and cold but the heat from his body made up for it.
“You always make me feel so good,” he whispers, leaning down to place a rough kiss to your lips before sitting on his knees in between your legs.
He picks your legs up by your ankles, draping them over his shoulders before thrusting into you again. Your gaze finds his. He looked feral, animal like as he watched where his cock slipped deep into your body before pulling out again.
Your hand shoots down to his lower stomach, your legs try to close, but he keeps them open. He ran his hands down the length of your legs before resting on your thighs to pull you closer to him. Your body twitches from the feeling of him rubbing through your very sensitive walls.
“Jake,” you whimper, pushing against him.
“I know baby, I’ll make it feel good again,” his thrusts only speed up. He was drilling into your entrance fast and hard, his grip on your thighs was punishing. He reaches down between the two bodies, swiping against your clit causing your body to twitch again.
He does it a few times until it turns into pleasure and he draws fast circles onto the swollen bundle of nerves.
The only sounds filling the air were grunts, moans and skin slapping together.
He pushed in until his pelvis was flush with yours, his cock rested against your cervix. He pulled back out, brushing past your sweet spot again and again, leaving only the tip inside before he was slamming back in.
Your back arches from the ground, the new angle allowing him to reach deeper inside you.
“You take me so good,” he groans, resting his head against the side of your leg.
“Fuck Jake,” you whimper, you could already feel your entrance begin to clench around him. He knew that when he gave you no break in between your orgasms that you would cum fast.
Your nails dig into the hard skin of his stomach, eager to find relief from the pleasure he gave you. The heat in your stomach was building again, and quickly. His fingers rubbed against your clit relentlessly, his cock rubbed through your walls at a steady, quick, and harsh pace.
Your ankles tense against his shoulders, your legs try to close, your body begins to feel weak from your climax running through you. You arch your back from the ground, moaning over and over while you cum gushes out along his cock for the second time. But this time, Jake was so close to his climax himself that he pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach.
You laid ass up on the forest floor for him, baring yourself to him as he watched your core pulse and leak for him.
He shoves his cock back deep inside you, grabbing a fistful of hair before pulling your back flush with his chest. Your body was beyond weak; the overstimulation was unbearable.
“Take it like a good girl,” he grunts out, kissing and sucking against the soft skin of your neck.
“It feels so good Jake,” you moan, the pleasure from your orgasm fades easily into more pleasure. The walls of your core were rubbed raw by his thick cock, but you loved to feel him deep inside you.
He brings his mouth closer to your ear, licking the soft skin of it before whispering, “I know sweet girl.”
His thrusts never falter, he wraps his other hand around your body, bringing it up to your neck and gripping tightly. He was pounding into you from below and with every thrust shivers ran down your spine.
His breath on your neck gave you goosebumps, the heat from his body was scorching. His desire, his need for you was something he couldn’t control.
You can feel his cock beginning to twitch inside you. His composure was slowly slipping. He kisses along your shoulder, his thrusts become sloppy. You drag your hand down to your clit, begging for some kind of friction.
A familiar feeling in your core built, one that only came after multiple rounds of sex with Jake.
He thrusts harder, faster until his grip on your throat is beyond tight, and his body couldn’t thrust himself in any faster.
“Fuck, I’m going to fill you up baby,” he whimpers, right on the edge of his climax.
“Yes, Jake please cum in me,” you whine, eager to feel his pleasure.
His teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder, drawing blood that he slowly licked away. His thrusts become sloppy, but it felt good enough to leave you squirting with every push into you. He groans from the feeling of his stomach growing wet, your squirt spraying over him.
His cock twitches right before shooting long, thick ropes of cum. Jake bites harder into the skin of your shoulder, constant groans leaving his mouth as he draws out the high shared between the two of you.
Once his thrusts slow, he slides himself out of you, whimpering as his sensitive tip draws through your raw walls. He brings his finger down to your entrance, gathering his spilling cum before pushing it back inside you.
You twitch from the feeling, but he brings his finger up to your mouth and you open for him. You suck his cum off his fingers, making sure you don’t miss a drop of him. You can hear him groan from how you accepted him into your mouth.
He could keep going, but he knew you couldn’t.
He slowly let’s go of his grip on you, and you drop yourself on your back on the ground. Your body was weak and tired, drunk on pleasure.
Jake hovers over you, smiling down at you, placing small kisses against your lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead before pushing himself off you. He grabs his discarded loincloth and begins to wipe the mess the two of you created from your skin.
He lays down beside you, the cold ground welcoming the warm heat of his body. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you onto your side in front of him.
You lay your head against his chest, listening to him. His rapid heartbeat, his chest rising and falling. You said nothing, only enjoyed the time with your mate.
His fingers run through your hair, his thumb draws circles into the skin of your back, his body feels relieved.
Avatar Jake x Female Omitakaya Reader
Word count | 2.8k
Warnings | 18+, explicit smut, making out, thigh riding, dry sex
Summary | You're down BAD for Jake, but your coping mechanism is to hate him. Until one evening, you can't anymore
He’s ridiculous. Utterly, incomprehensibly, frustratingly ridiculous. Stupid, skxawng. You curse him as he looks at you with that annoying grin plastered on his face as usual right after you’d scolded him for fucking up yet again.
“Why can’t you just get it right for once, skxawng? You waste my time,” You spit.
“Why can’t you just teach me right, hm?” He retorts in his smug tone, tilting his head in that way that makes you want to punch his lights out right then and there.
You seethe through your teeth as you turn and start storming away, tail flicking like dynamite, but you hear his footsteps behind. You snap back around and shoot daggers at him.
“Stop following me.”
“Nah, you’d miss me.”
“Eurgh!!,” you hiss as you stalk through the forest with no choice but to accept your following puppy. “The day I get you out of my hair I’m throwing a damn party.”
You feel his shit-eating grin without seeing it.
The days went by like this, you drip feeding him poison, him asking for more like it’s his remedy. Neytiri had dumped him on you after deciding she was too ‘busy’ to continue training him. Busy my ass. She just wanted him off her back. And so your days were filled with teaching and scolding him.
“Not so loud, my Eywa,” you’d cringe as he’d step too noisily through the thicket, alerting all the creatures. Idiot.
“Hold it higher,” you’d slap at his arms while he held his bow, making him raise them. He’d look down at you with something in his eyes that made your blood boil. Skxawng.
“Use your brain, if you even have one,” you’d shake your head, pinching your brow as he fell from his pa’li for the tenth time, picking himself up from the mud and swiping at his tongue only to add more mud to it. Dork.
And what was worse, the rest of the clan was taking a liking to him.
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The drums pound as the party of the evening is in full swing, na’vi coupled up and dancing in rhythmic lines by the firelight.
“Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake!” a group chants in a circle around him as Jake chugs back the entire contents of his sour drink.
“Goddamn,” he splutters, almost choking from the potency and laughter erupts around him.
Tsu’tey nods slowly, impressed. He holds up another cup twice as full and slowly guides it to Jake as the group goes silent in anticipation.
Jake holds his gaze cooly, accepting the challenge as he takes the cup. He brings it to his lips, tilting his head back as he starts to chug once again. The crowd howl and chant his name again and Tsu’tey grins in disgusted delight at Jake’s nerve, tipping back his own drink with him.
“Arghh, yeah baby!” Jake yells, throwing down the empty cup with fists in the air. He got like this during the parties, became such an animal and the clan loved it.
“That dreamwalker is the biggest skxawng,” you shake your head disapprovingly as you sip your drink, watching the fiasco from across the clearing with your friend Kii’ra.
“He is your skxawng, though,” she points out and you glare at her.
“Please don’t remind me,” you gulp more of your drink than you should. “I make it so clear that he grinds my gears and what does he do? He just smiles at me with his idiot face… like he loves it or something.”
She grins. “He does.”
You side eye her, looking her up and down. “What do you know about it?”
“Everyone sees the way he looks at you.”
“Yeah, like a lost fucking puppy,” you snort, swigging your drink.
“Like he wants you.”
Her words stun you into silence for a moment and your eyes widen.
Kii’ra’s mouth forms an ‘o’. “You want him too, don’t you?”
“Pfft absolutely fucking not,” you huff, glugging back the rest of your drink.
“Sister, I know you like tanhi on my hands. You are in angry denial."
“Kii’ra, I’m going to hurt you in a moment if you don’t stop talking,” you warn as your cheeks grow hot.
“You always turn into a hot head when you’re crushing. Do not hide from it, just go up to him and say, “Oh, JakeSully, take me, mwahmwahmwah-”
“That’s it,” you lunge at her, shoving her hard as she giggles and rolls off the tree trunk, spilling her drink.
As you try to stand the clearing shifts and you realise how drunk you are.
“Oh, I’m fucked,” you giggle, falling back down to sit.
“Here’s your lover boy,” Kii’ra mutters under her breath and shoots you a look as she gets back up and makes her escape over to the dance. You watch after her in puzzlement before his voice startles you.
“Hey, little monster.”
Your ears flick back and you snap around to see Jake sitting down on the log next to you with the most lopsided drunk smile you’ve ever seen. Your vision waves a bit, making him look less sharp than usual, and you hate yourself, but he looks really good in the firelight; drunk, relaxed, content, amber eyes big and luminous, tanhi glowing. Fuck.
“Did you jus’ call me ‘lil’ monster’?” your words come out slightly slurred and you pinch your lip between your teeth. Get it together.
“Yeah,” Jake smirks, leaning forward on one knee. “Always puttin’ me in line like a lil’ monster, aren’t you, hot head?”
He tilts his head and the familiar rage floods into your gut.
“Because you make me! With your.. your idiocy and your inability to listen, and your teasing.” You flash your hands in his face, making him flinch. “Do you know how hard that makes it for me, trying to teach a skxawng like you?”
His eyes gleam like he’s recharged from your poison. “If only you knew how hard it makes it for me too,” he murmurs, almost inaudibly as he takes a drink.
“What?”
“Hm?” he raises his eyebrows like he missed something.
You narrow your eyes. “I hate you.”
“Nah, you don’t.”
Your blue cheeks flush crimson and you press your lips into a thin line. Skxawng.
“Look at you,” he taunts as he leans further forward, the proximity between you suddenly feeling too close for comfort. “So cute when you get all hot 'n flustered.”
You shove his shoulder, making him stagger back and spill some drink. “Woah-hoho, easy tiger.”
“I need more drink if I’m to be burdened with you tonight,” you mutter.
“Anymore and you won’t be seeing straight, sunshine.”
“Perfect, then I won’t be able to see you.”
Jake’s grins as his tail flicks against the log and he reaches a palm out for you, swaying slightly. “Dance w’me?”
“You've gotta be kidding,” you look from his hand to his hopeful face. Fuck sake. You sigh. “Fine, but only because I’m pissed and don’t want to see the soppy heartbroken look you’ll give me if I say no. S’isn’t cause I want to.”
“Sure,” his grin widens, flashing canines.
Two more drinks down, the drums ricochet through your chest as you step back and forth in time to the dance alongside the others. Or at least attempt to without staggering.
You can’t help but laugh as Jake looks just as ridiculous trying to keep himself in line. Idiot.
You all step forward, pressing your palms against one another's, sliding your hands up above your heads. Jake's face is lit up with with pure joy, and as much as he frustrates you to death, it’s infectious, almost cute, and you can’t help but grin back like a drunk dork.
You separate, stepping backwards as you rotate your waist to the rhythm, your braids following your hips.
You spin, throwing your head back as you float your arms up in the dance, and when your wavy gaze returns to Jake, his smile has dropped.
His expression bearing a heaviness that wasn’t there before. His eyes are intense, the amber of them almost engulfed by his pupils and it startles you as you make your way back together.
You bring your palms to touch again as you hold his gaze.
“What is it, skxawng,..” you murmur, lifting your arms.
“You’re beautiful,” he hums quietly. Confidently.
“Stop it,” you snap, but you can’t ignore the way your heart skips a beat in your chest.
You spin, parting again as the beat rolls on, butterflies starting to churn in your stomach without permission.
His eyes are all over you, and you suddenly feel too hot, as though merely his eyes on your body is setting your skin on fire.
He wants you, just like Kii’ra said.
Fuck. Why does she always have to be so damn right?
You pull back together once more like magents.
“Stop fighting it,” he smirks.
“Fighting what?” you mutter, a desperate attempt to feign ignorance.
He leans forward closer than is necessary, next to the shell of your ear as he hums, “I can smell it on you, babygirl.”
Babygirl? How fucking dare he call you that?
But by Eywa, it does something to you, and suddenly you’re far too aware of the friction of your loincloth material rubbing against you.
Jake tilts his head triumphantly at the way your pupils grow.
“I…I need a moment,” you murmur, feeling hot and dizzy.
You’re not sure if it’s from the dance, the drink or something else.
You break from the line, making for a quiet spot at the edge of the clearing near the trees, trying to calm the heat pulsing through you.
Jake follows you.
Of course he does.
He approaches you, his tail swishing behind him. “Hey, you alrigh?-”
Before you can register what your body’s doing, your hands are reaching for his cheeks, cutting him off as you drag his face down to yours like it’s the only fruit left on Pandora.
You have no idea what’s taken over you as your lips tackle his, and for a moment, he’s rigid, until you feel the slow, lazy smirk creeping onto his face as he melts into it, closing his eyes.
“Didn’t think you’d come around that quickly,” he murmurs into your mouth.
“Don’t make me change my mind,” you manage before your words trail off into a groan at the feeling of his soft, warm tongue greeting yours. “I st-still hate you.”
A low purr echoes from deep in his throat, and you bring your hand around it, feeling the vibration.
“Fucking get those hands on me,” you demand.
Jake chuckles, his ears pricking up at your command. “Yes, ma’am.”
He pulls you into him, engulfing your waist with his arms as he drags you slightly more out of sight from the party, behind a nearby tree, where you both stumble against it in the entanglement.
Your moaning grows as your tongues continue the dance, faces leaning back and forth passionately, flat, wide noses nudging.
His kiss tastes better than you imagined, like nectar; slightly botanical from the alcohol, with a hint of something velvety and spicy like wood or cardamon.
You suck on his tongue, wanting more of it, and it makes him purr louder, his chest rumbling deeply.
Your hands roam over his broad shoulders and arms, squeezing the muscles that have been growing from his training. The training you've given him, that you scold him for being terrible at but truthfully, he’d improved a lot at recently.
You run your nails over the delicate glowing patterns of his tanhi, digging in just enough to leave a light trail.
Why does he have to be so damn pretty?
He hums deeply as he starts rubbing his face and jaw all over you, across your forehead, down your neck and shoulder, scenting himself, claiming you instinctively.
One of his hands roams lower, splaying out over your ass, and he starts gently kneading it.
Your knees turn to jelly at the heat pounding inside you. It's all him supporting your weight against the tree now.
“Am I making your legs weak, baby?” he murmurs into your neck, planting an open-mouthed kiss there that sends butterflies soaring through your stomach, down into your groin and legs, making your tail curl around the back of his leg.
He bears his fangs and bites just beneath your ear, making you hiss and swat at his cheek. “Ow! Fucking skxwang.”
“Mm yeah, abuse me,” he growls, his ears flat to his head as he grips your ass tighter, pinning you harder against the tree. “It turns me on.”
Your eyes fly open and your breath hitches at the sheer audacity.
He smiles against you, and you feel how hard he is, his cock pressing on your stomach through his loincloth.
He parts your legs with his thigh, pushing it deep against your pussy, holding you up with it, and warm pleasure pulses from your centre all the way down your legs. “Oh, fuck, Jake,” you whimper, your eyes fluttering shut.
“Calling me by my name now?” he teases, tilting his head against your neck as he continues to push his thigh into you, letting you grind yourself against it. "Not skxawng when I do this to you, huh?"
You try to retaliate, to grumble and tell him that he is, but it just comes out as a broken mewl as another wave of pleasure courses through you.
“Fuck, keep talking to me idiot,” is all you can manage through a groan, pulling his bottom lip down with your teeth as you hold his face in your hands and continue to grind on him.
His tail flicks at the permission.
“Yeah? I know how bad you’ve wanted this, babygirl. Think I can’t smell your body’s reaction to me?” he chuckles. “Smells so sweet. Tryna’ act like you can’t stand me when all you want is to come on me.”
“Mmm-uh!” You erupt into a gasp as a shiver drips through you. You continue grinding, soaking his thigh with what’s seeping through your loincloth, the slick gliding up and down your clit so deliciously as he lets you use him.
“So wet for me, aren’tcha? Bet it tastes so good,” he murmurs through another kiss, tongue and canines swiping over your swollen lips. “Can’t wait to drown between those thighs someday.”
“Jake!” you cry, your head full of nothing but him. His dirty words and your building ecstasy.
“That’s right angel, keep riding it til’ you come,” he hums, his hands supporting your rolling hips the way you need him to.
He gazes down at where your pussy is rubbing on his thigh, and groans, the low sound sending another jolt of pleasure through you.
“Girl, you’re doing damage to me,” he whimpers as his hips stutter at the friction of his cock against your moving body. “Gonna make me lose it like that, babygirl.”
Your heart is hammering out of your chest as you slam your head back against the rough bark, moaning his name.
You don’t know how much longer you can take it.
Your toes curl tightly as it throbs in your low gut, and you realise he’s bouncing his thigh fast against you now, fucking you with it. It’s enough to tip you over the edge, and you feel the first wave start crashing through you.
“Jake! I’m…I'm!-”
He holds his breath as he watches you clench your eyes shut, watching eagerly with his ears pricked forward, fascinated by your pleasure.
He rolls your hips against him for you as your body struggles to carry on.
Your mouth opens in a silent scream as you writhe between him and the bark, riding the hot bursts of pleasure, your slick now running down his leg. Your voice finally comes through as broken moans and whimpers.
Jake groans deeply at the feeling of your body convulsing against him, his cock twitching impatiently. “Fuck, babygirl. That felt good, huh?”
He buries his face into your neck as he starts grinding his hips fast and desperately against you, his cock rubbing up right on the fold where your thigh meets your groin.
He starts panting, his hands gripping tighter on your hips.
“Cum for me, skxawng,” you mumble breathlessly.
Your words send him over immediately, and his thrusts falter as you feel his cock start to pump ropes of hot cum against you, soaking through his loincloth in waves and dripping down your leg in streams.
A loud sound rips from him, and you clamp your hand over his mouth.
“Shut up!” you hiss as he finishes thrusting against you sloppily, his body becoming slack.
He leans down with half shut, hazy eyes, planting a limp kiss on your lips as you both come back to consciousness.
You wrap your hands into his hair and pull back, tilting his head back, making him gasp softly. “You’re going to have to stop calling me babygirl. You make me lose my mind.”
“Keep calling me skxawng, you know I love it,” he grins lazily.
“This doesn’t mean anything, skxawng,” you breath, eyes lidded and heavy. “I still hate you. But next time, we’re doing this without clothing.”
(Neytiri is like death because in this house we hate cheating)
alr alr 🙏
warnings: tsaheylu, creampie, legal age gap
Smut warning ⛔️!! MDNI
“C’mere,” Jake coos. Eclipse has passed already, you put the kids to sleep hours ago. You peek into their tent, watching all 4 of them sleep. A snore leaves Lo’ak’s mouth, but none of them budge. The sky is dark, the bioluminescence and moons of Pandora illuminate it dimly. The blue and purple lights cast nightly shadows across the village. Jake leans against a tree, watching you check on his children.
“Coming-“ You nod, scurrying over to him. The ground momentarily lights up with your footsteps.
“Y’know how much ya do for me?” he lowly chuckles, rubbing his head. “I dunno what I’d do without ya,” his leg moves a little, and the muscles in his thighs flex for a second.
“Oh, it’s- really no problem, sir,” you assure him, lowering your head in respect. The beads in your hair make little clinking noises as some strands swoop in front of your face.
“Walk with me,” he makes a gesture with his hand and turns towards the forest, his head still facing you. You quickly hasten to him, getting next to him as your steps align. He’s so much bigger, taller, and stronger than you. The jungle of Pandora is your favorite. At night, it’s even more beautiful. In fact, you don’t know how this little coincidence happened- being alone with the mighty Olo’eyktan in the most beautiful spot. “You’ve got no clue how much I owe ya,” he croons, looking at the ground as you two wander deeper into the forest, walking on a hunting path.
“I promise, it’s nothing-“ you laugh, momentarily stopping as Jake spots a fallen log in the distance. It’s wrapped in glowing, purple vines that connect to the rest of the vegetation. He grabs your hand and you jump for a second, and he leads you off the path. His grip on you is tight- almost hurting you.
“What are you doing?” you ask, eyes dilating and ears perking up. He almost melts at the way you look at him, it’s adorable. He jumps over to the log, sitting on it. His legs are spread wide and he still holds your hand. You stand in front of him, watching him gaze up at you.
“Sit,” he says. You move to the side, turning your body to place it on the log. Jake suddenly grabs your hips and manhandles them. “No, not there. On me,” he demands. The sudden change of demeanor scares you into submission. You immediately plop your ass down onto his thick thigh, your knees knocking together in the space between his legs.
“Gotta tell you..“ his voice grows soft again, after he sees how nervous you are. “..I think ‘bout ya all the time. The way you…” he pauses, losing himself in thought.
“Mr. Sully, I-“ your cheeks change color with embarrassment. “This isn’t appropriate, sir” you tell him, standing up off of his lap.
“Sit back down,” he immediately grabs you again, roughly adjusting your body to sit back in his lap, forcing you to straddle him. You gasp, feeling his warm, muscled body against yours. Somehow, the friction through your loincloth activates something. Maybe it was the way he grabbed you, or the way he looked at you. Whatever it was, your heat enters the picture. You feel like there are butterflies in your stomach- in the most arousing way possible. “Call me Jake,” he says.
“Yes, Jake,” you reply.
“What I was saying is, you’re so fuckin’ good at what ya do. Takin care of my kids,” his hand slides up and down your body, making you shudder. “You look good doin’ it too,” he remarks. “So responsible, so pretty, so smart..” he continues, moving a strand of hair out of your face. He has never been this close to you, and he’s watching your face and body closely, to absorb every little detail that he never got the opportunity to see.
“Jake..” you whisper, pressing your face against his. He warmly accepts it, surprised that you’re reciprocating.
“C’mon, you’re killin’ me,” he groans, blood rushing to his cock faster and faster. “Please, tell me I can do it,” his hand grabs your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh.
“Do what?,” your back arches at the feeling of him.
“You know what,” he holds your body close to his with one hand, reaching for his queue with the other. You pull your face away for a second. You remain straddled around him as the tendrils of his kuru eagerly wiggle. You nod, reaching for your braid and holding it up to him. “Ready?” he asks.
“Yes,” you’re stuck in the lust. But now, you’re mating with Toruk Makto, the legendary war hero. He desperately connects your queue to his, and the sensation makes you whimper a little. An electric feeling shoots through your body, and you grab onto his shoulders desperately. Jake lowers his head, his breath hitching with pleasure. You immediately reach down for his loincloth, overcome with arousal.
“That’s it,” he growls, watching you untie his loincloth and push it away. His cock springs out at you: hard and hot. His lips press against yours, his tongue roughly invading your mouth. You kiss him back hungrily. You continue making out with him, your wet cunt soaking through your garment. Jake pushes the fabric of your loincloth to the side, discreetly moving you. He tries to position you over his dick. You follow the way he guides you, positioning your wet entrance over his tip.
“Need you to help me,” you whisper.
“I gotcha,” he reaches for your hips, slowly pushing you down onto his length. The whole time, he’s paying attention to the way you react: how you clench, how your face moves, the arch in your back, and the way your muscles clamp around his girth.
“Mmph!” you yelp as his dick penetrates you further and further. He hisses, watching how your tight cunt takes him in. You arch your back, letting him hit that spongy spot. It provokes a moan from the both of you, his tip hitting a new angle.
“Fuck,” he groans. “So tight, relax for me,”
“Oh..” you try to catch your breath, breathing in through your nose. You try to make your inhales timely and consistent. Trying your best to relax.
“You got no idea how long I’ve been wanted to do this to you,” he says in your ear, pushing your hips all the way down until his cock bottoms out inside of you. Your folds brush against his pubic area as he tightly holds you down, feeling your pussy to the fullest. You bury your head into the crook of his neck, planting lazy kisses on it while you’re there. “Can you do something?” he asks, holding and controlling your hips. He bounces you slowly up and down his length.
“Anything,” you let him kiss your head briefly.
“Tell me you want me, that ya need me,” he talks in your ear, sending shivers through your body. Your queues remain tightly connected.
“I want you, I need you,” you submit immediately, picking your head up and closing your eyes in pleasure.
“Fuckkk..” he bucks his hips up into you, making a regular paced thrust as you hold onto him desperately. Your heat swallows him desperately. Your walls feel every single vein and throb. You two fuck like animals- your bodies are moving together and the forest fills with the noises of skin slapping, squelching, moaning, and the little chitters of the Pandoran creatures of night. Your stomach coils in pleasure. Jake’s abs grow shiny with a sheen of sweat as he thrusts into you from under.
“Close?” you whimper, already feeling yourself clamp and squeeze on his girth.
“Yeah, gonna milk me dry?” he teases.
“Yes!” you arch your back even further, immersed in pleasure. Jake chuckles.
His thrusts grow erratic and rough as he chases his orgasm. You wrap your arms around him and bury your head into his neck again. Your body bounces with every rut and you moan and blabber incoherent gibberish as your body reaches the height of its pleasure. When your climax finally washes over you, electric pleasure shoots through your body, running through your kuru and forcing Jake to spill his load. His hot, thick seed shoots into you. You’re surprised by the amount. He spurts his cum over and over again, little drops dripping out of your full pussy as he groans and throws his head back.
“Haven’t came like this before,” he remarks, pulling out of you with a squelching noise and watching his semen trickle out. You stay holding on to him, still recovering from the sex. The tendrils of your queue remain tightly fastened to Jake’s.
“What are we gonna tell them?” you pant, staring off into space.
“Tell who, sweetheart?” Jake coos, rubbing your back.
“The kids,” you look up into his eyes and he pushes the baby hairs out of your face.
“I’ll tell em you’re their mama,” he coos, kissing your forehead.
Jake Sully x Female Human Reader
Word count | 5k
Content | 18+, explicit smut, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, size kink, glowing cum, Jake being a slut in the jumpsuit
Jake Sully. You were obsessed the moment you laid eyes on him as a wanted traitor back on Earth. Years later, when you're working on Pandora as RDA security and they bring Jake in, leaving him alone is not on the cards.
Read part II here + part III here
Boredom. It's a funny kind of torture.
One that can drive you to something you wouldn’t normally do.
Jake’s angst from being imprisoned settles like a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach as he slumps against the wall of his cell, staring vacantly up at the cracks in the concrete ceiling. It’s a small and dreary cell, but it beats being gawked at in that glass container out in the depot yard like some sort of zoo animal.
His usual thoughts run rings around his head.
How long was he gong to be rotting away in this hell hole? How long had it been already? Months, probably.
Was he ever getting out? He’ll lose his damn mind long before they come and put him out of his misery.
He shuts his eyes, slumping down lower against the wall, surrounded by only the faintest hum of machinery from deep within the prison.
Neytiri.
God, how he misses her.
He pictures her beautiful face. His queen. His only salvation in this damned, wretched place. Man, what he’d give to be with her right now. What he’d do if he was with her right now.
He despises the rough, itchy orange prison jumpsuit trapping his limbs. He wants nothing more than to strip from it and throw it a mile. Burn it, even. And the rest of the RDA base while at it.
Instead, he settles with unzipping it and rolling it to the waist, freeing his upper body as he scratches at the irritated skin on his arms. He runs a rough, heavy palm down his face as he sighs.
Neytiri’s ass.
Fuck. The thought flits across his mind out of nowhere.
He loves that ass. He loves how perky and cute it is. He particularly loves it when it’s clad in her flight leggings—the ones with the cutouts on either side, revealing just enough to always have him distracted from whatever it was he was doing.
Jake, stop wasting time looking at me like that and grab those bags, she’d hiss, her cute nose scrunching up.
His smiles with a huff, giving his thigh a light tap as he lets his mind wander.
Her breasts are perky, too. Small and soft. His favorite place to bury his face when he’s in need of some comfort. He loves how her nipple feels in his mouth—the way it pings when he flicks his tongue over it, how it has the prettiest noise erupting from her chest.
Fuck, he misses that.
He exhales through his nose as the material of his jumpsuit tightens against his stirring cock.
He can’t even remember the last time he’d cum. It’s not been on the forefront of his mind—naturally—what with being taken hostage and having his life ripped out of his hands—but now he really has a moment to think about it, he’s gagging for a release.
His thumbs twirl loosely in his lap as he peers at the dingy corridor just beyond the glass. Quiet. He glances at the ceiling. No camera bearing down on him in this cell like the last; the RDA were getting a little too comfortable with him being captive, it seemed.
His fingers wander to his crotch as he keeps cautious eyes on the corridor, ears pricked and alert for any signs of movement. When they find nothing, he slides a hand over his growing semi, feeling it twitch in response.
He sighs through his nose and his eyes fall shut as he tries to train his thoughts back to Neytiri, doing his best to envision laying in the comfortable hammock with her instead of touching himself on a dirty prison cell floor.
He delves into his memories; playing the pretty little sounds she made when they fucked, how she moaned his name as he buried himself balls deep, how it felt clenching around his dick. When she took control and rode him—heck—that was one of his favourites; watching those perky little tits bounce in his face, his hands engulfing her waist as she rode until her heart was content.
Ma’Jake! F-feels so good…
Please Jake, more, more
Jake! It’s so big, I’m—I’m—
“Fuck”, he moans, rubbing his fully masted cock through the orange material, eyebrows knitted in concentration.
He reaches into the jumpsuit with urgency, pulling it out parallel to his stomach. His breathing grows heavy as he circles the beading pre-cum over the head, watching as it glows faintly under the harsh cell lighting. Jacking his load was going to make a mess—there was nothing discreet about it’s bioluminescent hue—but fuck it, he’d cross that bridge when he came to it.
He adjusts his positioning, head back against the wall with his other hand resting on the floor as he starts wanking, sliding the cup of his hand up and down the shaft with a slight twist at the tip, just the way he liked.
Yeah, you like that baby?
He pictures it from behind; doggy style, cock slipping between ass cheeks like butter, gripping it hard in both hands, spanking it and making it sting with a light slap.
Yeah, you fuckin’ do, takin’ my cock so good-
A moan escapes him louder this time and his eyes snap open, pupils constricting at the light before flaring wide as a warm pulse of pleasure courses through his cock. He looks down, watching the foreskin drag over the head and back down to reveal the angry slit, his tightly clamped hand gliding over the ridges of veins pulsing more hungrily by the second. He swallows, eyes rolling shut as he leans back and loses himself.
-
You hum to yourself as you swipe your access card through the slot, the thick metal doors sliding open with a hiss of air.
You still couldn’t believe it—even all these months later—that you got to see Jake Sully in the flesh. The Jake Sully, the lifelong celebrity crush that got you all hot and flustered.
You were just a teenager when you saw him broadcasted for the first time on the big screens back on Earth; an ex-marine turned Na’vi traitor, they said, turning against his own race for the planet he’d fallen in love with. People scoffed at the idea, but in your eyes? He was a damn hero. Admirable, fascinating and so sexy. He’d been your obsession ever since.
Then your wish was granted and you landed a job in security with the RDA, getting sent to work on Pandora like you always hoped you would, bringing you one step closer to him. When they finally captured and brought him in, you thought you might pass out on the spot—watching from the rowdy crowd with stars in your eyes as they dragged him handcuffed through the depot yard. It was safe to say that leaving him alone wasn’t an option.
He wasn’t friendly with you, as such. But still, it didn’t deter you.
You would stare up at him in the glass container, in that godforsaken jumpsuit he looked so good in, wondering how they even made those for Na’vi sized bodies. You laughed, picturing Quaritch sewing it himself in his personal time while blushing and giggling at the thought of Jake wearing it.
Jake started noticing you always hanging around, gawking at him, and he got sick of you fast.
His first tactic was to try and scare you off—baring his teeth and hissing or smashing his fists against the glass—glaring at you with the most viciously hot look you’d ever seen. When you’d giggle in delight he realised his efforts were futile and gave up—resorting to brooding in a slump with his head between his knees, dreads falling forward, hiding his face.
Then he moved to the indoor wing, where you volunteered at the drop of a hat to keep watch of his cell. It was when you first heard his voice; deep and soft, the kind that vibrated your ribs and made your stomach flip.
You would amble past when on duty, trying to spark up a conversation.
What’s it like out there in the forest, Jake? I’m dying to know
Hi Jake! You look great today—well, every day, really. Fancy a chat?
Tell me, what’s it like, flying the great Toruk? It must feel powerful
You were usual met with silence, grunting, hissing, or—if you were lucky—an offensive remark or threat. Those you loved the most.
How ‘bout you shove it where the sun don’t shine, hm?
Mouthy little fuck, aren’t you
You’re real lucky there’s glass between us, princess
Then there were the mind games—when he was especially bored enough to fuck with your head or desperate enough to beg.
Y’know, you woulda been just my type back on Earth
Hey, pretty. Why don’tcha let me out, hm? Show you some of the forest if you want
Can’t you see ‘m suffering? Help me out here, sweetheart, please
It made you feel guilty—of course it did. But you knew that he was dangerous. And if he had the chance, he would be gone in a flash. And that didn’t sit well with you.
You turn the corner, approaching Jake’s cell—imagining his beautiful stubborn face when you hear it.
A soft sound, like whimpering or moaning, and it stops you dead in your tracks.
You duck stealthily, placing one cautious foot in front of the other as you approach the wall separating you from the view of his cell. Your pulse quickens as the sounds come clearer now; Jake’s ragged breathing, the soft slapping sound of… well, you could only imagine what that was. You bite your lip, heat building between your legs at the thought.
And then his voice; low, barely audible.
“Fuck, just like that… so good, baby…”
Your eyes fly wide as you clamp a hand over your mouth. Is he… jerking off?
The warmth in your pussy spreads like wildfire.
You take a silent breath before peering around the corner just enough to catch a glimpse of Jake, and you almost trip over yourself.
He’s a hot mess against the back wall of his cell, his prison jumpsuit in a creased heap at his hips, exposing a torso forged in the heavens. His pretty blue skin is rivered with intriguing tabby-like stripes, the faint glint of glowing dots under the cell light running in ribbons along his chest and down his thick arms.
But that’s not what holds your attention. Your eyes are like saucers as you glance down to where he’s jerking off a blue cock bigger than what your imagination was capable of. His stomach muscles clench with the effort, legs twitching as he wanks vigorously, his face twisted and furrowed in pleasure.
Holy fucking Jesus.
You hold your breath as you scramble back behind the wall, wondering what the heck to do. Turn and sneak away quietly? Touch yourself here while he does it? That would be so hot…
You squeeze your thighs together, feeling the slick already spreading in your panties.
No… better idea.
“Hey, Jake!”
The speed at which he stuffs his cock under his jumpsuit in a clambering jolt is impressive, his ears flattening to his head as his bewildered eyes dart up to you approaching the glass.
“You?” He pants as he blinks furiously, attempting to calm his erratic breathing and hold back the climax he was on the brink of, his dick throbbing beneath the jumpsuit at the sudden lack of attention. “What the fuck are you-? How long have you been here?”
“Just on shift and came to check on you. Everything ok? You seem up-tight.”
He hisses a tight laugh through his teeth. “Back to fuckin’ bother me again, huh?” He sighs, his breath starting to slow. “At least give me damn warning when you turn up…”
A smirk tugs at your lips. “Why? Have you got something to hide?”
He bears his fangs, growling.
“I mean, I did sort of hear…” your lips pull tight in an awkward grimace, “some noises… sounds like you’re in need of some relief.”
He glares hard, mumbling through tight lips. “I can take care of myself.”
“I don’t doubt that…” you blush as your eyes fall to his huge blue hands.
His eyes narrow from across the cell. “You weren’t just checking up on me, were you?”
“I— of course I was, why would you think that?”
His expression shifts subtly, a hint of amused mockery curling at the corners of his mouth. “‘Cause I can smell that you’re being dirty, cupcake.”
Your eyes widen. Oh.
Jake shifts to a stand, tail swinging as he goes and you practically see the gravity that surrounds his enormous movements as he approaches the glass and crouches to your eye level.
His green-gold eyes are huge and snake like as he glowers at you, his voice rumbling. “You interrupted me on purpose.”
You swallow. He was extremely intimidating up close—you were still getting used to the sheer size of him—but the safety of the glass between you gave you confidence. “Maybe.”
“Can’t fuckin’ leave me alone, can you?” He chuckles cynically. “My little adoring fan. Why you so obsessed with me, hm? Haven’t you got somethin’ better to do?”
“I wanna help you, Jake,” you murmur with the best manipulative concern you can conjure as you peer at him from beneath your lashes.
“That right?” He tilts his head, eyeing you like a piece of prey he could deal with in seconds. “Cute, ain’tcha.”
A smile lights up your blushing face. “You mean it?”
His throat rumbles, face falling flat. “Still just an RDA piece of shit.”
You wince. Savage. Would he ever let up?
You were going to have to take things a step further—try a different angle. Be a little more… forward.
He was on the brink of ecstasy just now when you interrupted. Surely, if you could just tempt him a little, get him while he was weak…
It’s a dangerous plunge, but you take it.
You sigh theatrically. “Well, now I’m here, I could help you finish what you started…”
Jake’s eyebrows hit the ceiling. “Are you fuckin’ serious right now?”
You shrug casually. “Wanna see some boob, Jake? Must have been a while…”
“You’re at work, for fuck’s sake, someone could come in here and find you at any moment,” he glances at the corridor wearily as though merely talking about this might summon a bunch of RDA staff.
“They could,” you unbutton your polo shirt just enough so that the top of your cleavage is on show. “But I told them I had your wing handled tonight, so…” you strip off your jacket with a grin, letting it fall to the floor. “Highly doubt anyone will be coming here.”
Before he can manage another word or hiss, you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and discarding it at your feet as you shake your hair from your face.
“Stop being a slut,” he mumbles feebly as his eyes drop to your chest.
The last time Jake saw a human woman’s body was back on Earth, twenty odd years ago in a life he barely recognises. Usually—women he met at the bar every so often—ones that took a liking to him, intrigued to know what sex was like with a man on wheels. Or on nights that were more desperate—the ones at the strip club; pretty girls wearing next to nothing, spinning on chrome poles as they blushed at his charming drunken grin, which often led to a lap dance, which sometimes led to more.
He’d forgotten how good it looked—your tits full and round in your bra, pale pink nipples peeking through lace, waist cinching in to make way for curvier hips than he was accustomed to. Thighs thick with meat that looked like they could stave off hunger for weeks. But, despite your voluptuousness, you were so tiny in comparison to him—a little pink doll he could man-handle in any way he wanted to in this form. And that turned him on.
“What did you call me?” You tease, bringing him back to his senses, and his eyes darken.
“Filthy slut.”
“Mm,” you giggle, squeezing your arms so your breasts push together slightly. “Please, Jake? I’ll do and say whatever you need me to. You can use me.”
Fucking hell.
Jake swallows, his throat bobbing visibly as his cock starts hardening against his will. He was weak.
“I don’t even know who you are,” he murmurs, “and you don’t know me.”
“Exactly.”
He huffs a laugh as he looks down, jutting his jaw, exposing his bottom teeth.
“If I give you what you want, this one time, will you promise to leave me the fuck alone?”
You bite your cheek. “Deal.”
He pauses before looking back up with a wolfish grin, shrugging something off his shoulder as if he’s made a decision. “Alright, then.”
He stands, towering above you before retreating to the back wall and sinking down, tail curling around him on the floor as he looks at you expectantly.
“Well? Wanna put on some kinda show for me? Knock yourself out, sweetheart,” he jeers.
You stand frozen for a moment, flustered under the intensity of his golden gaze, from the new sinful glint in it. Alright, then.
He watches with an amused flick of his tail as you turn your back to him. You frustrated the hell out of him, but he had to admit this was the most entertainment he’d had in months.
He tracks your movements as you pull your hair over the front of your shoulder before reaching for the clasp of your bra—unhooking it—letting the straps fall down slowly until it slips off, exposing the curve of your bare back.
You glance over your shoulder and catch his eyes quickly flit up to yours, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth. You had his attention—that’s for sure. You turn to face him, watching as his eyes drop to meet your chest—his pupils flaring a fraction.
Yeah, you had him.
You trace slow fingers up your stomach until you reach your boobs and you start to play; squeezing at the soft plush, pushing them together, pink nipples trapping between your fingers as you massage with a soft giggly moan. “That feels good.”
The words throb like a dull ache through his cock. Really, that weak for a pair of tits Jake, hm?
“You like it, Sully?” You grin, pulling your lip between your teeth, fuelled by the confidence of seeing him hardening beneath the jumpsuit. “Don’t be shy, you can touch it if you want.”
The laugh escapes his lungs in a huff.
“You always been such a forward slut?” His voice is husky as his hand moves closer to his groin unthinkingly, his motives becoming increasingly basic.
“No,” you take a slow, deliberate stride towards him, touching the glass boundary separating you. “But I have thought about this enough to know exactly how it goes.”
Jake’s eyes dart between yours rapidly, his ears flattening in defeat as the last thread of his restraint snaps.
“Push them against it.”
It’s a deep and soft-spoken command that you obey at once.
The glass is freezing—your nipples stiffening into peaks as you flatten them against the transparent wall.
“Damn,” Jake mumbles, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as his hand finally meets his dick beneath the jumpsuit.
“Let me see?” You whine.
“Earn it,” he retorts flatly. “Pants down.”
You do as your told, doe eyes locking with his as you undo your flies and slip your thumbs into the waistband of your pants, rolling the tight material down your thighs with deliberate leisure.
When the pants finally drop in a heap at your ankles, Jake stares fixated at the outline of your folds beneath the plain white material of your panties. The slight damp spot peeking out from underneath your clit where you’d already been getting wet for him—the suppleness of your pale plump thighs. Fuck. His cock pulses in his tightening hand.
And then the smell of you hits his nose—that faint, familiar musky sweetness, and any last rational shred of human left inside Jake evaporates.
His eyes are trained on you as he scrambles to his knees, crawling to the glass on all fours until his forehead is inches away from your groin. He pushes his nose flat into the surface, eyes closing as he inhales your scent deep into his lungs, filling them entirely before sighing out in relief.
The reaction startles you at first as you stare down at his urgent nuzzling; his tail swatting behind him wildly, palms splayed across the glass, fully engrossed. And then it floods you with heat—seeing him become a desperate beast just from the scent of you. It makes you feel powerful.
“You want this pussy, Jake?” You bite your tongue, your voice escaping you a pitch higher than you expected.
His eyes fly open, big pupils drawing in at the light before he peers up at your face. He falls back onto his haunches, ears flat to his skull—and for a moment he looks like he’s just been scolded, embarrassed at what he’s just done—but he quickly recovers it with a tilt of his head and a well-practiced cunning smirk. “Trust me, you wouldn’t like it, baby.”
Your stomach turns. “Like what?”
“What I’d do to it if I wasn’t behind this.”
You barely have time to register what he just said when he’s reaching into the jumpsuit, his eyes not leaving your dumb parted lips as he pulls his glorious erection out in front of you.
“C’mon pretty, you wanted this.” His sultry eyes roam over your tits again, pre-cum pooling at the slit of his dick. He circles it around the deep purple head, collecting the glowing slick before using it as lube to pump strokes up and down the length, his other hand reaching under to hold his balls. “Be a good girl and get those panties down, now.”
Your knees wobble as you bend and slide the white briefs down your thighs with jelly-like fingers, exposing yourself entirely. Your pussy is puffy and wide with arousal—the slight glint of glossy slick running down the pink centre under the light.
“Mm fuck, that’s a pretty cunt,” he growls quietly, his jerking picking up pace, filling the air with sounds of soft slapping and squelching.
“So, I’m interested…” you squeak, biting your lip as you trail a hand down to touch your swollen clit, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at how it feels. “What would you do to it?”
Jake chuckles weakly as he follows your hand. “Y’really wanna know?”
“Mmm,” you moan—half at his voice, half at the warmth building under your hand.
“A cunt that small?” He groans through tight lips “I’d split you in half, baby. Be limpin’ for days, if I didn’t crush you first.”
“Yeah?” You pant, your heart hammering in your chest as you rub quicker circles around your wettening clit, your other hand holding your weight up against the glass. “You’d fill me up?”
“You’d be screaming for me to stop with my cock up to your lungs.”
“Fuck, Jake,” you can’t help but let out a breathy giggle at how filthy he was. “And then?”
“I’d eat that sweet pussy until you’re pushin’ me away, beggin’ for mercy. Then I’d fuck you senseless, use you as my little fuck toy until you’re bleeding my glowing cum-” his breath hitches at the overwhelming pressure building deep in his tight blue balls.
“I want that so bad,” you groan as the pleasure pulses under your fingers, the coil tightening in your low belly.
“Yeah?” He swallows roughly, his voice coming out cracked and raw. “Y’gonna get off for me, hm?” The tip of his cock throbs violently with the need to cum, but he slows down his strokes, holding it. He wants to watch you first—wants to see you clench up with your orgasm. He knows it’ll make his high more worthwhile. “Turn around, push it against the glass so I can see.”
Your flushed body trembles as you turn and push your ass against it, cheeks spreading to display your tight pink slit to him.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpers from behind you, leaning over on his knees—one hand splayed against the glass to hold himself up as his hips jerk forward into his hand. “That’s it, bend over fr’me baby.”
You groan at the contrast in temperature on your hot cunt—feeling the coolness slide over it as you bend further, revealing more to Jake than you ever imagined you would—but you didn’t care; it felt good.
“Jesus, would y’look at that,” he mumbles, more to himself than aloud as he tilts his head, absorbed in studying your heat. “So fuckin’ tight. Touch yourself, I wanna see that pretty cunt cum fr’me.”
Your knees bow together as you return to rubbing your clit, pleasure filling you back up immediately. “Jake,” you mewl as your head flops forward limply. “Wish you were inside me right now.”
“Yeah, you do,” he purrs smugly at the sight of your pussy clenching over nothing against the glass.
You rub quicker, starting to rock against it for stimulation—making sure to moan louder than you normally would just to please him. “Mmfuck, Jake, ‘m gonna-“ you knit your eyebrows as it gets closer, hips rocking faster until your stomach’s clenched up with a tight pressure.
“Urgh, baby that’s it, keep goin’,” Jake pants, his stomach clenching rapidly with effort—sweat beading at his temple as he fucks his slick hand with full force, arm muscles flexing with the strain. “‘M gonna fuckin’ explode, cum baby cum.”
The knot clenched in your stomach snaps at his word and you reach your high—a guttural sputtering sound leaving you as wave after wave of white-hot bliss pours through your pussy and down your legs. You moan and wail nonsense as you slide down the glass, your knees giving way.
“C’mon baby, back up, keep there fr’me,” Jake chokes out. You scramble back up to where he’s leaning over you behind the glass—his cock lined up to where your cunts still spasming with after-waves.
“Oh fuck, sht-“
You watch through your legs with childlike wonder as he finally cums—hard, and a lot—whimpering and groaning as he rocks faltering thrusts into his hand, nose scrunched tightly, white fangs bared in all their glory as he presses his forehead to the glass—his cock pumping splashes of thick luminous liquid between you. You drop down to your knees, spinning around to watch with your hands against it, fascinated.
Jake falls forward on his knees, trembling with his palm against the floor as he tries to catch his breath from one of the best climaxes of his damn life. He was certain it was just from going so long without it—not to do with you and everything about what you just did.
He stuffs his spent cock away, swiftly pulling the orange jumpsuit back over himself as he chuckles breathily, the ghost of a sneer back in his tone. “This ain’t an aquarium, cupcake, you can stop gawkin’.”
He retreats in a struggled crawl to his wall, collapsing down in the position you found him in when you got here—tail curling over his thigh defensively—but you see the post-orgasm glow radiating from him as he gazes at you; his shoulders slackened, eyes swimming with a fuzzy haze, the slight dark flush of his striped cheeks, ears hanging loosely.
You hold his gaze—your hair a ruffled-up mess, cheeks ruddy—and you lick it. A small, slow swipe with the flat of your tongue against the glass where the cum is.
“Jesus…” he mumbles with a gravelly laugh. “You really are a filthy slut, aren’t you.”
“I am for you,” you grin toothily. “You can have anything you want from me.”
“How ‘bout some freedom?”
Your grin quickly falls into a pout, your brow furrowed. “But I’d miss you.”
“Cute,” he smirks thinly. “How ‘bout we start with you being a doll and fetching somethin’ to clean this up, sweetheart, hm?” He nods at the dripping mess in front of you.
“I like it when you call me cute names,” you say, hugging your knees absent-mindedly.
“Hey,” the growl in his voice snaps you out of it. “We had a deal, remember? Don’t push it, princess.”
You stand, starting to gather your clothes in a sulk. “Let’s not forget how you lost it at the smell of this,” you murmur, gesturing to your groin as you pull your pants back on. “That image isn’t leaving my head any time soon.”
He narrows his eyes at you, tail swatting the floor—silenced.
“Thought so,” you smirk brashly. “I’ll be back with a rag to send in.”
You pull your jacket on, flicking your hair out over it as you turn and make your way down the corridor, leaving Jake watching after you—eyes skimming the sway of your hips as you walk in a way he hadn’t even noticed before.
He drops his head back against the wall as he sighs, feeling giddy—wondering what the hell he’d just done—his body light and satisfied, the best he’d felt in a long time.
He knew you weren’t going to leave him alone just because you said you would—course you weren’t—he wasn’t stupid.
The problem was, he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted you to.
│Summary: Complications from the birth of your first child with Jake didn't stop you from wanting another. Jake refused, until he couldn't anymore.
│MDNI Warnings: explicit smut, p in v, established relationship, complications in child birth, c-section, sensitive topics
Roughly two years ago you gave birth to your first child with your mate, Jake Sully who was the Olo’ekytan of the Omatikaya clan. Neteyam was the sweetest, most loving boy you could have ever asked for.
Jake’s duties as Olo’ekytan called to him more often than not, but after you gave birth, he hovered protectively, excessively even.
Norm told the both of you that the chances of you surviving another birth were slim to none. You suffered from many complications due to the difference in anatomy needed to birth a Na’vi baby, and Jake didn’t want to miss out on Neteyam’s younger years knowing he was the first and only child you two could have together.
You were satisfied living with your mate and Neteyam, but the thought of another baby slowly creeped into your mind. Jake always shut it down. He never understood why you would want to risk your life.
You weren’t sure why either. Why do you crave the feeling of motherhood, for your family to grow, if it means risking your life? A few weeks passed by.
The same argument, the same questions continued to circle around you and Jake. It was putting a strain on your lives, knowing you wanted something he refused to give you was killing him. The two of you barely had enough time together alone as is, and on top of that the sex was little to none.
It was early morning, sun peaking over the horizon, and Neteyam was fast asleep just outside of the room.
Jake has you laid on your back against the hammock, hovering on top of you, undoing the ties to your loincloth. The two of you breathless from the lust and passion swirling in the air.
Sliding your loincloth out from under you, your top long gone, Jake begins kissing across your jaw and down your neck sucking on the spot he knows makes you weak. You let out breathy moans, subconsciously rubbing your clit against his covered cock.
Jake groans and pulls away to untie his own loincloth.
You watch him, admiring his body. He has put on some weight since Neteyam was born, which he was insecure about, but you love it. You run your hand down his body, watching as his cock bounces against his stomach once he releases it, and look up to find his eyes meeting yours.
“You are so beautiful,” Jake says, leaning down to kiss you. He slowly brings his cock up to your folds, rubbing your wetness on himself. You arch your back off the hammock moaning into the kiss, which he takes advantage of and slips his tongue in your mouth swirling it around yours.
“Tell me you want me baby,” Jake grunts out wanting you to beg him to fuck you already.
“Please Jake, I need you now,” you squirm against him, trying to find the friction you need from his cock.
“I know you do baby,” Jake says as he reaches down to line himself up with your entrance. Pushing in slowly, he looks up at your face, admiring the way you are arching into him. He is always cautious, knowing you never get used to the size difference.
“Baby are you okay? Tell me if it is too much,” Jake says, sliding in inch by inch.
“Jake, I need more Jake please,” you moan out, needing to feel him in the deepest parts of you. He bottoms out, pelvis flush with yours, and the contact from his skin on your clit drives you crazy.
He throws his head back, grunting from the feeling of being pressed against your cervix, “fuck baby, I forgot how tight you were.”
You wiggle yourself on his cock, needing more from him. He takes the hint and begins to pull out half way before pushing back into you.
It isn’t rough, it isn’t careless, it is passionate and loving. It had been a while since you two have had the time to yourselves to spend connected to each other so he wanted to take it slow and feel you inside and out.
He reached up to your breast, pinching the nipple in between his fingers before moving onto the other one. You moan out, grabbing onto his arm to steady yourself from the pleasure.
Your hand finds its way to your clit for additional stimulation. Jake notices and lowers himself to your ear, “I got you baby, don't worry,” he says before kissing your ear and moving down your neck again.
Replacing your hand with his, he begins making small circles around your clit which you arch into.
“Jake more p-please I need more,” you whine. He speeds up slightly, still wanting to savor this moment between you two before it is interrupted by the day's activities.
He knows you’re getting close by the way you clench around him between him thrusting into you and the thumb circling around your clit. He speeds up even more wanting to take you over that edge.
“Cum on my cock baby, I know you can do it for me,” he says, encouraging you to cum around him.
You get lost in the moment, “fuck Jake, cum in me I want another baby.” As soon as it leaves your lips you know you messed up.
Jake stops immediately, and you whine from the loss of friction. He pulls out of you sitting back on his heels in between your spread legs on the hammock.
You look up at him to find him already staring. You can tell he is irritated by what you said, and you can tell this is about to turn into the same cycle of arguments it has for the last few weeks.
You curse yourself for even saying anything. You wait. You wait for him to say something, for him to get upset, for him to say the same few sentences he always does when you bring it up.
He breaks the silence. Face screwed into a confused, and agitated look. Completely different than the one on his face moments prior caused by the pleasure of you wrapped tightly around him.
“Why do you always have to bring this up? You know why I say no. You know why it is not a smart idea. I watched you almost die giving birth to Neteyam. Norm himself said you had little chance of surviving another birth, and yet you still want it. You continue to ask. Why? Why can’t you be happy with just us two?” Jake says, frustration clear in his voice.
He knows he went too far. He knows it, which is why he isn’t surprised when you push against him, trying to get out from under him.
“Get off me Jake,” you whisper. He moves out of your way reaching for your hand.
“Baby please. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, please just talk to me,” Jake says, holding onto your wrist softly. You ignore him pulling your wrist out from his grasp, putting your clothes back on, you leave the room letting the flap fall behind you.
The hustle and bustle sounds of the morning tasks are already starting outside of the kelku. You take a deep breath, irritated that the passionate morning with your mate turned into something completely different.
You gently wake up Neteyam, “Nete, it’s time to wake up.” He is groggy, but reaches out for you to pick him up. You pick him up fixing his hair in the process, before Jake walks around from behind the flap.
“Hey buddy, good morning.” Neteyam smiles at Jake before stuffing his face into the crook of your neck. Before Jake can even get a word out to you, you’re leaving the kelku, walking to get breakfast for Neteyam.
You sit with Neteyam right by your side. He has finished eating his food and his tiny hand reaches over to yours to grab some more. You look to your side and smile down at him before giving a small kiss to his forehead.
You look up to find Jake walking over with his own food before sitting down next to you. You turn away towards Neteyam, not wanting to hear what Jake had to say right now. Irritation displayed on your face.
Nonetheless Jake says something you ignore, but he keeps talking. You turn sharply around to him, “don’t embarrass yourself sitting here with me like this.” You know it was mean but you don’t want your arguments displayed to the clan for everyone to gossip about.
“Nothing about this is embarrassing. You are my mate, my family, the mother of my child, and I will sit here with you, ignored or not because I love you and that doesn’t change just because we don’t see eye to eye on something,” Jake says.
You look up at him to find he’s already looking at you. Like he always is. Without fail. Always watching, always cautious, like you are the only thing in this world he cares to look at other than Neteyam. “Jake…,” you can’t manage to put words to what you want to say, but your irritation immediately disappears.
“Let’s go talk baby,” Jake says, setting down his food in front of Neteyam while asking someone to watch over him.
Jake gives in, like he always does, and it doesn’t take long for you to wind up pregnant for a second time. Everyone is worried. Everywhere you go you are told to take it easy.
Norm lectured you and Jake, but that comes from the fear of losing you too. Jake sees it. He knows, he hears people talking, and as the months pass by he hovers even more. Terrified that he will lose you.
The closer time pushes towards your due date the more you feel it. You are swollen to no end, waddling around the village, carrying Neteyam on your hip, but you wouldn't want it any other way.
Happy can’t even describe how you feel about growing your family with Jake. The negative thoughts don’t even cross your mind. There is no space for them in the love you feel for your two babies and mate.
Your contractions are at their peak as you lay with your legs pressed against your chest, tsahik hovering over you with Jake at your side holding onto your hand for dear life. You are not progressing.
The baby has not moved. You have been in labor for hours. Norm pulls Jake to the side, “I think the baby might not be able to come out by itself. She may need to be cut open.”
Jake stares blankly, no feeling behind his eyes out of fear, “Do what you have to do Norm. I don’t care, just help her. Save her.” Norm ushers everyone out, calling in other people.
The tent is flooded with bodies, all surrounding you. Your legs are pushed flat gently to the floor, Jake hovering over you before everyone else could, “It will be okay baby they are going to help you. Norm says the baby is stuck and they need to cut through. I am here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
He leans down to kiss your brow, too scared to do anything else. You can barely talk with how much pain you are in but you let out a soft groan and squeeze his hand to let you know you heard him.
Before you know it you are being cut open, screaming in agony before everything goes black.
A few hours later you wake up, feeling groggy like you were hungover. You see Jake sitting by your side with his head down holding your hand rocking back and forth.
You noticed he was crying. Although you felt weak, you managed to move your thumb to brush the back of his hand. His head whips up, eyes staring into yours intensely. He bends down close to your face placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Hey baby, how are you doing?” You ignore his question immediately looking around anxiously. Searching the room for your newborn, immediately thinking the worst.
“Where?” You say. Jake looks towards the door, “He’s asleep, baby, waiting for you to wake up.”
“He?” is all you can think to say. Shocked to find out the gender of your baby, knowing that he was loved no matter what.
“Yes my love, our Lo’ak,” Jake kisses you then, gently placing down your hand, and running out of the room. He comes back in with Lo’ak in his arms before placing him onto your chest.
You look down to see your beautiful baby staring up at you smiling. You smile down at him, placing a kiss on his forehead before you look back up at Jake.
“I don’t regret it at all,” you whisper. Tears well up in Jake’s eyes watching this scene unfold before him. His mate, the mother of his children, happy with the family she helped create for him.
As the months go by you are filled with a happiness only your two children and Jake could give you. You felt completely satisfied. You knew Lo’ak was your last child so you and Jake spent extra time being present for him and Neteyam.
Life had gone back to normal. Jake's duties called to him. Life progressed. Many conversations were had between the two of you. You apologized to Jake for many things, but you told him you were not regretful.
Jake apologized for being harsh, and thinking the worst instead of knowing you could handle it.
You lay with Jake in the hammock. Both babies are asleep outside of the room. Your top is gone after feeding Lo’ak before bed. Jake laid lower on the hammock admiring your c-section scar.
Tracing his finger along the scar, goosebumps rise on your skin. You feel insecure being under Jake, knowing your body doesn’t look the same after two babies and a c-section.
“Norm didn’t do a good job at keeping me pretty for you,” You giggle. Jake looks up at you, finger done tracing, and a serious expression appears.
“This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Everything you have risked, for me, for our family, for our two babies, all of that shows right here. Everyone sees a strong woman, but I get to see deeper into you. I wouldn’t trade it for the world,” Jake says, not missing a beat.
You stare into his eyes, letting yourself feel the words up in the air.
You pull Jake towards you. He hovers above you, waiting for you. You wrap your arm around his neck pushing him towards you, letting a small kiss connect you to him.
Jake pulls away slowly, “Baby…” was all he could manage to get out before you smash your lips into his. Pulling him even closer, your tongue slips into his mouth, dancing around with his own. His hands grip softly onto your hips.
He pulls away, staring down at you, grazing over your body like it was the first time he has seen it. You blush reaching to cover yourself before he pushes your hands away.
“You are so beautiful,” Jake says before leaning down to kiss along your jaw, kissing down your neck, reaching the spot he knows gets you going.
It all comes full circle. Jake knows you, and you know Jake. You wouldn’t want your life any different.
You reach down to untie his loincloth. His hand finds you to stop your movement.
“Baby, I don’t think we should. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, the true concern behind his words. It had only been two months since you gave birth to Lo’ak and there has been no sex which was a given. But you were ready, and you needed him now.
You look up at him smiling softly, “we can go slow, I just need to feel you.” The soft grip on your hand eases up, you reach for his loincloth letting it fall down between the two of you.
Jake pushes it away, after taking yours off as well. You grab his cock softly, pumping him once, and then twice. Whimpers fall from his lips as his head hangs low.
“Fuck baby, how can I say no,” Jake laughs softly.
Coming close to kiss you, he reaches his hand down and slowly draws circles on your clit with his thumb. You moan into the kiss, deepening the connection with him. Grinding into his fingers in the process.
“I need more Jake please,” you beg. You said you would take it slow but that is hard to do when he gets you going so fast. He slides a finger down around your entrance, nudging his finger inside. You moan at the contact and try to push yourself further onto it.
“Slow baby, remember?” Jake says while he continues to slowly push his finger into you until he reaches the knuckle. He drags the finger in and out of you, constantly looking up to see the expression on your face. Searching for you, making sure you are not in any pain.
“Jake, I need you in me please,” you say grinding against his finger. The contact of his palm brushing over your clit fueling you with more need. He lowers himself until he is right above you, kissing on your ear.
“Tell me if it hurts, baby. You say the word and I will stop.” You bring him up to kiss you. Reaching down you find his cock and spread his precum down the shaft. Pushing the tip of his cock through your folds, you spread your wetness over him.
He moans into your neck and you feel his cock twitch. You push it closer to your entrance to let him know you were ready for him.
He pushes inside barely an inch before you wince in pain.
“Baby. Baby what's wrong? Talk to me,” Jake says. You open your eyes to find a concerned look on his face.
“It just hurts a little Jake. It is okay. Keep going, I need you,” You whisper, so low to the point where he can barely hear you. He places a kiss on your brow acknowledging your words.
He continues to push in slowly, even slower now. The pain is borderline unbearable, your legs trembling, and he notices. Leaning down he whispers, “It’s okay baby. I’ll make it feel good.”
He grabs your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, while the pain slowly turns into pleasure. Bottoming out, pelvis flush with yours, he groans into the crook of your neck, kissing down onto your shoulder. Jake starts pushing in and out of you.
The pleasure builds, making your back arch off the hammock allowing Jake to reach his hand down to circle your clit again.
“Fuck Jake, faster please,” you moan softly, trying not to wake the children. Jake pushes himself into you faster, pressing harder against your clit and he circles it with his thumb.
You look up to find him staring at the place where you two connect to each other. Reaching down you feel his cock, the way it is swallowed by your entrance. You moan, causing Jake to turn his attention to you.
“I feel so good, baby. Am I making you feel the same?” Jake says looking at you with pure passion and lust in his eyes.
“Oh Jake yes, please don’t stop,” You moan arching against him, so close to him that he can barely move his thumb in circles over your clit.
He leans down taking your nipple into his mouth. Circling his tongue, and biting softly into the skin. You shiver at the extra stimulation he is giving you.
Cream coats the base of Jake's cock, only fueling him more knowing that you are feeling so good.
Jake begins pounding into you at a punishing speed, forgetting about taking it slow. His thrust becoming sloppy, you clenching around him only makes it worse. He can feel you are getting closer.
“Jake fuck I am going to cum,” you whisper bringing him down to where your mouth is next to his ear.
“Fuck me so hard Jake please.” Jake continues pounding into you, circles rubbed into your clit. You can feel his cock twitch inside you, indicating that he is close himself.
“Cum for me baby. I know you can do it,” he says, not slowing down on his thrusting.
He places his hands at the bend in your knees, pushing your legs until they are almost level with your head. The new position lets him reach deeper inside you.
Repeatedly hitting your cervix, causing you to have to muffle your moans with your own hand. Jake places one leg on his shoulder so he can continue rubbing circles on your clit, thrust getting sloppier by the second.
“Fuck baby, I can’t last much longer. Cum for me beautiful,” Jake says.
The tension in the air feels like a spark could light the room on fire. Your muscles tighten up at the familiar build of sensation in your lower belly, waiting to snap.
A few more thrust has your back arching off the hammock, clinging on to Jake's arm. Digging crescent shaped marks into his skin as you muffle your own moans.
Reaching your climax has you twitching and shaking against Jake’s cock. That and you clenching around him cause him to reach his own climax.
Continuing to thrust through both of your highs, and still rubbing against your clit causing you to twitch hard from the overstimulation. Jake hangs his head low, breathing heavy while you come down from the best climax you have had in a long time.
“Fuck baby,” was all Jake could say,
He brings his head up, looking you in the eyes, “Sorry I got a little carried away, are you okay baby?” You giggle, becoming shy when his attention is suddenly on you again.
“I am okay Jake,” you say, bringing your hand to his arm, rubbing your thumb in circles around his bicep. He leans down to kiss you. A passionate, longing kiss, before pulling out and reaching for a cloth.
Wiping away the mess he settles down next to you. He pulls you into him, arms wrapped tightly around your back. Thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin leaving you with goosebumps.
The familiar warmth of your mate leaves you feeling sleepy. You hear him speak, barely a whisper, “I love you more than I can express with words my beauty. I love the life you have given me.” You turn to face him, to find him already staring. Like he always was. Like he always would be.
Dilf Jake x Female Omitakaya Reader
Word count | 4k
Warnings | 18+, explicit smut, first time, age gap, dilf Jake, size kink, breeding kink
Summary | Jake coaches you through your first climax before taking your virginity
“That’s right, hold it up. Strong arms, just like that,” Jake encourages, guiding your arms up as you hold the string of your bow taut, ready to shoot. Your muscles stiffen at his fingers against your skin, and you hope by Eywa he doesn’t pick up on it.
You’d been crushing on your Olo'eyktan for many eclipses, blushing like a school girl every time he’d offer to train you, butterflies swirling in your stomach every time he walked past you in the clearing and shot you a smile, your heart skipping a beat when he joined a group conversation you were having, making you go silent. You found yourself becoming distracted when he’d talk to you, your mind wandering off to what it would feel like to touch his arms, his chest, to have his hands on you; to have him be your first.
You knew it was bad. He was older than you; your clan leader, Toruk Makto. But it only made you more intrigued, more attracted to him, like he was a forbidden fruit you wanted to sink your teeth into.
“Pull!” his voice snaps you back and you do as he says, releasing your arrow and watching it plummet into the target.
“Attagirl,” he grins proudly.
You blush. So handsome.
“T-thank you, Jake,” you stammer quickly as you tuck a braid behind your ear, looking down at your feet, and he notices. The thoughts were particularly strong today and you were struggling to keep it beneath the surface.
“Everythin’ ok? You seem a little tense,” he furrows his brow, dipping his head down to try and catch your eyes.
You lift your shy gaze to meet his, subconsciously pinching your lip between your teeth, and Jake’s concerned expression shifts, his eyes glinting with a restrained mischief as he smiles.
“Distracted, huh,” he says, reaching out and taking your bow from you. You nod, embarrassed as you try to grapple for words, for anything, but your mind draws a blank.
“Need a release?” he asks softly, his tone innocent, but that glint in his eye makes you suspect he’s not talking about anything innocent. He’s figured you out. Crap.
“How about we go for a walk ‘n you can tell me what’s on your mind, hm?” he suggests, slinging your bow over his torso alongside his hunting knife and sheath as he starts striding towards the thicket of the forest, you padding along behind him.
The afternoon sun pours translucent streaks of light through the trees as you walk, shoulder to shoulder, arms brushing against each other occasionally.
“So…” he breaks the silence, and when you don’t respond, he looks down at you, dreads falling into his face. “What’s got you all riled up?”
You try not to swallow too hard, fiddling with the band on your arm. “Err, well.. It’s just, um...” your words fumble out, ears hot, and Jake smirks as he watches you. He comes to a halt, grabbing your arm softly, turning you to face him.
“Hey, no need to be shy with me, kid. Can tell me anything, y’know that, right?”
“Yes, sir- I mean, Jake, sorry,” it accidentally slips and you laugh nervously, ears flat, your cheeks glowing the colour of Toruk himself. Last time you called him that he told you not to, saying there was no need to be so formal. But secretly, you loved calling him that, when you thought about him at night, imagining all kinds of things that you were ashamed of.
He chuckles, bringing a finger up to brush away a stray strand of hair that’s stuck to your cheek. “Look kid, you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about. You’re one of the Omatikaya’s finest young hunters. Been watchin’ you flourish from a girl into the beautiful, strong young woman you are now. Don’t be afraid to speak your mind t'me.”
You stare at him, stunned.
He takes a step closer, and your knees go weak at how he much taller than you he is. “So what’s got you holdin’ onto this tension, hm?”
“I’ve,” you mumble, your mind racing, “been thinking a lot about…”
“About?” he prompts, ears pricked forward.
“You,” the word slips out, small but heavy, and you freeze, staring straight ahead at his chest. You watch his steady breath, his muscles rise and fall. He’s so close you can see every freckle, feel like you could reach out and trace lines between his tanhi. Breathtaking..
He laughs gently, a chuckle that vibrates and you look up to meet his gaze. His eyes gleam with the satisfaction of you finally coming out with it.
“And what in particular about me?” he asks, playing with you just a little longer, enjoying this game. His hand is slowly sweeping your hair away from your shoulder as his eyes run over your neck, inspecting you intently and it gives you goosebumps.
“Isn’t it obvious?” you gaze up at him, doe-eyed.
He meets it with an amused smugness pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Should’a said somethin’ sooner, sweetheart. I can help you, if you’ll let me?”
Your stomach somersaults. “Y-yes, please.”
“Ok, babygirl,” he utters softly, big hands snaking around your waist at your permission. He pulls you flush to him and your hands fall on his chest, your every nerve becoming a live flame at his touch, the feel of his skin against you, his palms rough, warm, comforting, his stomach and chest soft yet sturdy. You can’t believe you’re finally pressed up against the body your eyes have wandered over so many times.
Your breathing grows heavier as he leans down and nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, stroking it against you before planting light kisses. His jaw brushes along yours, covering you with his scent, and your hands reach for his shoulders, gripping onto him as your head rolls back and a humming sound you don’t recognize as your own starts vibrating from somewhere deep inside.
“Jake..” you whisper breathily.
A deep purr erupts from his chest, the tip of his tail flicking in enjoyment at hearing his name fall from your lips. He brings a hand up and slips it craftily under the sash covering your breasts, groping one, lightly squeezing the soft plush before thumbing your nipple, turning it solid. You whimper and he snakes the hand down to the front of your loincloth, but you jolt back, the foreign touch overwhelming.
He pauses, coming up to look you in the eye, and that’s when it twigs.
“Are you.. have you never been touched like this?”
You shake your head, biting your lip.
“I’ve never… um, you know..”
“Come?” he finishes for you, so blasé, and you blush, hard.
“Mm,” you nod
His face breaks into a slow smirk. “Oh, princess. Pretty gal like you I just assumed..”
His gaze drops to your mouth and he leans in, licking his lips before pressing them gently against yours and your eyes flutter shut, brain going hazy. You feel like you’re levitating off the ground, head spinning as your lips intertwine, feeling his nose brush against yours, his warm breath. You open your eyes a fraction and see his closed ones, eyelashes resting on his cheeks, angelic yet ruggedly handsome.
He takes control of the kiss, tongue pushing against your lips, asking for entry, and you allow it, opening up for him. A soft moan falls from you as he explores your mouth with his, tongue gliding expertly over yours as his hand engulfs your cheek.
You start to get the hang of it, feeling the rhythm, the way his face pushes back and forth against you, the way his lips move slowly yet passionately in hungry bursts. You mimic it, gripping his cheek, applying your own pressure, your tongue swirling around his and you feel a rush as he groans deeply. The heat pools in your stomach, dripping lower, the wet in your loincloth growing.
“Goddamn, baby, you kiss real good,” he pulls away with a growl, breathing heavily. He brings his thumb to your lips and slowly pushes it in. You take it, wrapping your mouth around it, sucking on instinct.
He moves it in and out slowly, watching with hooded eyes, his mouth parted, before pulling it out with a shaky chuckle. “Damn, losin’ myself there. Needa focus on making you feel good. C’mere, angel.”
You gasp as he bends and lifts you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around him as he takes you to a nearby tree. He lays you down against the base of it, making sure you’re comfortable, propped up slightly, getting it just right. You reach for him with outstretched arms, making him fall onto you. “Need you,” you whimper quietly.
“I know, cupcake,” he coos. He reaches over to remove your bow from across him, resting it on the ground before leaning down and kissing you again. One hand trails down your waist, over your hip and rests on your thigh. He starts massaging it in circles with his thumb and you groan, your thigh falling open for him, spreading, exposing your heat that’s now throbbing needily. He parts the other thigh gently, giving himself access to kneel between your legs.
Your eyes widen as they land on the outline of the enormous hard length pressing up against his loincloth, and Jake realizes as he follows your gaze to it.
“See that? You’re doin’ that to me,” he chuckles. “Makin’ me so hard. But it can wait, you ain’t ready for that baby.”
You bite your lip. You’re intimidated by it, yet something animalistic inside you wants to reach for it, to play with it.
Your thoughts are soon sidelined, inhaling sharply as he glides a light hand over the front of your loin cloth. He brushes loose, long strokes, up to your abdomen, then back down again over your mound, back up, repeatedly, prepping you, until he hones in on your needy spot. He starts making smaller circles over the damp loincloth material with the flat of his fingers and your hips buck up in a wild spasm.
“Easy girl,” he smirks. “Needy, aren’tcha?”
“Mmh,” Your back arches off the ground as the pressure of his fingers over the material start an alien sensation inside you, fuzzy, delicious, making you ravenous for more.
He parts your loincloth to one side, exposing your heat to the air and his eyes devour what’s in front of them, pupils dilating.
“Gonna take it nice ‘n slow fr’you baby, just let me know if you need me to stop, ok? Fuck, you’re wet…” he trails off, dipping his head to inspect your shining slick in primal fascination. He wants more than anything to bury his cock in to the hilt, imagines how tight you would be. But not right now. You need easing into it.
He rests his hand next your pussy and carefully, cautiously, starts brushing his thumb over your bare clit, tracing the pad in slow circles around it.
A whimper escapes you from the sensitivity, this new sensation of someone else’s touch on your bundle of nerves. It’s almost painful and your thighs try to close on instinct, but Jake holds them apart, his thumb continuing the lazy circles, and then it hits you like a punch to the gut. A rush of warm pleasure that has you going limp like a rag doll. Fuck, that’s not so bad.
“See baby? Feels good,” Jake grins, chest puffing up at the reaction he was waiting for.
He runs his fingers up your slit, teasing your entrance, spreading your slick as he easily slips one in, slowly, steadily pushing his finger inside you. Your breath hitches, mouth falling open, your body taking it with an ease that surprises you.
“Good girl,” his hum vibrates under your ribs as his finger begins thrusting in a slow rhythm, his eyes studying your every reaction. “Think you can take another for me doll?”
He tests another finger, stretching you apart as he slots it in, an ache that feels so good.
“Mmmh, fuck, Jake, uhh!” you slur out messy moans and Jake watches in enjoyment, his cock pulsing in his loincloth at the sight of you unravelling for him.
“You like that, babygirl, hm?” he starts to pick up the pace, fingers thrusting in quicker, thumb bumping into your clit with sporadic consistency.
“Jake!” you writhe and fidget uncontrollably at this thick, honey like sensation building up inside you.
“Try’n keep still,” he chuckles, spreading his other palm over your stomach, pinning you down, almost engulfing the width of your waist entirely. “I know it’s good, but need you t’keep steady for me right now, can you do that, baby?”
“Mmph,” you nod in a daze.
“Attagirl,” he continues sliding his curled fingers in and out, feeling you clench around them. “Keep it together fr’me just a while longer. Got somethin’ else to try that I think you’ll like.”
You watch in hazy curiosity as he shuffles lower on his knees, his face now between your thighs next to his fingers.
“This might make your head spin, so just push me away if it’s too much, darlin’, ok?” his grin is sinful as he peers up at you and your stomach flutters in anticipation.
“M’kay,” You nod quickly, mouth agape.
You watch as his gaze falls back to your cunt, his fingers still curling in and out of you, holding that knot of pressure deep in your gut. His tongue darts over his lips as he leans down and presses a light kiss on your mound, just above your clit. You hold your breath as he works his way down the sides, around the centre, gearing you up, making you ache for it.
“Oh Jake, please,” you gasp and at your plea, he kisses it, kisses your clit, alternating between soft licks and sucks while his fingers pump, filling your vision with stars. “Oh, fuck, Eywa!”
He groans, deep and long, and the vibration against you has you shuddering in pleasure, your tail curling around your thigh, toes scrunching, fists pulling at his hair. And his eyes are on you, on your crimson flushed cheeks, your flattened ears, your perky aroused nipples, and it drives him fucking crazy as he relishes at the sight.
“Mmm, that feel good, baby?” he purrs over your pussy, though it’s a rhetorical question as he knows how good he’s making you feel. He knows exactly what he’s doing, where to touch and how. You sigh out a raspy mewl, giving him his answer and his tail flicks in satisfaction.
His tongue widens, flat against your sensitive nub as it glides up and down, his fingers curling harder against the spot inside that has you clenching and unclenching. He delves in, tongue dipping between your folds, nose bumping your clit. And then the feeling shifts. The warm thrum of pressure starts to peak, intensify, the muscles of your cunt starting to throb.
“Oh shit, stop!” your eyes fly open and you tug at Jake’s hair, pulling his mouth off of you.
“You ok, baby?” he breathes, his face pussy drunk, mouth sopping with your juices.
“S’too much, like I’m going to explode,” you whine.
“Yeah, that’s the good bit,” he chuckles, finding your innocence so precious, caressing your cheek. “It’s meant to feel like that, darl. Want me to talk you through it? I’m right here.”
“Mhm,” you nod.
He adjusts himself, looking up at you with his blazing siren-like eyes, his breath warm against your puffy folds.
“You’re safe, baby, I gotcha,” he coos, pecking at your clit with delicate pressure as his fingers start to move inside you again. “Keep your eyes on me now, hey.”
Helplessly, your eyes roll back, a drop of drool trickling down your chin. “F-feels so good.”
“Eyes on me,” he repeats firmly between mouthfuls, and your eyes stir back to his, watching him eat you out hungrily and the sight alone makes you feel like you’re gonna lose it.
“Focus on the pleasure, breathe deep, let it take over you."
“Mhhm,” you groan louder.
“Feel my mouth around you?” he sucks with more pressure, making you writhe. “Don’t hold back, princess. Gonna feel so good, I promise.”
“Ohhh!”
“Thassit, girl,” he coaxes with ears angled back flat, voice vibrating on your pussy. “Cum fr’me baby, you can do it.”
Your thighs clench as the feeling returns in a storm, taking you higher, the deep throbbing in your gut threatening to snap. You pant, on the brink of losing control. “Oh fuck, Jake!!”
His fingers thrust vigorously, arm muscles flexing, a sheen building over his azure skin at the work he was putting in, mouth clamped down on your clit, drowning between your thighs, sending you over the point of no return.
Your body goes rigid and you become possessed, back arched, head thrown back as fireworks shoot through you, exploding into waves of the most delectable feeling you’ve ever experienced. You scream, eyes clenched shut, tail thrashing against the ground, hands flailing around his shoulders as he continues until you’re a numb, shaking, lifeless mess.
Jake’s muttering stirs you, grounding you back to reality, and your head rolls forward to find him laughing, heartily, proudly. “Attagirl! Damn, that looked intense.”
You breath out a shaky giggle, eyes alight. “That was…incredible.”
He runs his calloused hand up and down your thigh, and you see the unfulfilled desire in his eyes, the persistent bulge in his loincloth, the wet spot against it, the hunger looming in his pupils.
“I want it again,” you announce, biting your lip, pulling at his biceps, making him fall over you, caging you between his thick arms. “I want more, Jake.”
“Yeah?” his gold eyes flicker, lighting up.
“Want your cock,” you mewl barely above a whisper. “Want you to be my first time.”
“You.. you sure, princess?”
“Yes! Please!”
He chuckles, loving your newfound confidence after your orgasm. “Ok, baby,” he leans down to kiss you, and you reach down, grabbing the outline of his erection through his loincloth, making his breath hitch. You run your hand along the length and feel it twitch; it feels so alien, so hard and thick. You want it now, want to see it. You fumble with shaky fingers around the ties of his loincloth until eventually it comes undone and his cock springs free.
Oh, Eywa. It’s astounding, fascinating, weird, but so beautiful. So big, and you swallow hard at the sight. You’re staring, unable to tear your eyes away.
“Hey, baby,” Jake chuckles, tilting your chin up. “Like what you see?”
“Mhm,” you nod, dipping down to take his thumb into your mouth. “I want it.”
Jake gulps, his desire for you making him slip, and he buries his head into your neck, licking, canines dragging along your skin, dreads falling over you as you run your arms across his broad back, holding him tightly. He lines his cock up to your entrance and you jump at the sensation as he grabs it and wipes it up and down, sliding it between your lips, your juices mixing with his pre cum. It feels like it could slip in easily, but he holds it, waiting. “Ready?”
You nod.
He guides it in, the head parting your entrance, stretching you open as his cock slowly sinks in. You both groan in unison; his from the relief of your tightness around him, yours from the ache of something so large entering you for the first time. You thought it would hurt more, but it doesn’t, it’s only itching an ache you crave. Your first orgasm has you loosened you up, your walls coated in slick, ready for him.
“That okay?” he breathes heavily, and once you nod deliriously he pushes in further, all the way to the hilt, making you cry out as his chest rumbles. “Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good. So tight on my cock.”
You dig your nails into his back, clawing down, making him growl and start to pick up his pace, his balls slapping rhythmically against your ass, your tits bouncing.
“So big, Jake! AhHhH!”
“You can take it, doin’ so good baby.”
“Mmphh, Daddy!” the word escapes without your permission and Jake’s pace briefly falters in surprise, not expecting to hear you call him that, his mind turning it over, processing it. He starts grinding again, finding his pace, this time more intense, harder.
“What did y’call me?” he murmurs next to your ear.
“Daddy,” you whisper, licking the side of his face.
A gruff sound comes from his chest as his cock pulses strongly inside you, immediately threatening to spill.
“M’close, babygirl, gonna pull out.”
You grip him harder, tightening your legs around his waist. “No, stay in me,” you beg.
“Baby no, can’t go gettin’ you pregnant on your first time,” he rasps.
The words whirl in your head, and you bite your lip at the thought of carrying Jake’s baby.
“But s’good, Daddy” you feel the warm knot of pressure building inside you like it did before, but this time it’s deeper from where his cock fills you, pushing against your cervix to the limit, filling an emptiness you didn’t even know you had until now.
“Please,” you’re clinging to him like a monkey as he rocks you. “Cum inside me Jake! Put your babies in me!”
“Oh, fuck-”
He’s not strong enough to deny you. It’s too late, he’s too deep in the throes, deep inside you, and his body won’t let him pull out. He pounds into you animalistically, teeth bared, eyes scrunched shut and with one last firm thrust his cock erupts like a volcano, a throaty groan leaving him as he rides it out and pumps rope after rope of hot cum into you, filling you up. His pulsating cock sends you over the edge too, your orgasm crashing through you as you writhe beneath him, claws sunk deep in his muscles, hips rolling against him, milking his cock dry, making him shudder at the overstimulation on his fucked-out dick.
“Goddam, girl,” he pants, trying to catch his breath, shakily pulling out. “Took me so well. Sit up, now, baby.”
He clambers to his knees, sliding a hand behind you to prop you up upright. You feel a warm gush flood out of you and look down as you watch Jake’s white seed spilling out into a big puddle on the leaves.
“Just.. to be safe,” he chuckles, “like I said, wasn’t my plan to be puttin’ a baby in you, but your pussy had me in a chokehold.” He reaches down and you gasp as he inserts his fingers into your over-sensitive hole, fingers curling deep, pulling out the last of his cum.
You get giggly, legs like jelly as you fall back down, feeling fuzzy euphoria from your satisfaction as you stare up at the dappled light filtering through the forest.
“Don’t get too comfy now, kid,” Jake says as he stands and ties on his loincloth, adjusting his cock. He picks up your bow and reaches a hand out for you.
“Can’t you just lie with me for a while?” you ask, suddenly sleepy.
“I want to, princess, trust me. But I’ve got somewhere to be, m’afraid. C’mon, now, up.”
You sigh as you take his hand and find your feet, a little unsteady.
He supports you, bringing you to him. His eyes are full of soft warmth as he adjusts your clothing, making you decent, and you reach up and pull him to kiss you. He kisses back tenderly, cupping the back of your head. "Y'did so good, baby."
“It was amazing, Jake,” you murmur close to his face, trailing a finger down his cheek. “Thank you.”
“Hey, maybe now you can train a little less.. distracted,” he smirks, holding your bow out for you.
“I doubt that” you giggle as you both make your way back through the forest, knowing you’ll be thinking about this non-stop, wondering when you’ll get to do it next, how this afternoon is going to be etched into your mind always.
│Summary: Your day was stressful, and you find yourself at home with an equally stressed out mate, Jake Sully. Business is taken care of to say the least.
│MDNI Warnings: explicit smut, p in v, choking, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, hair pulling, oral, established relationship
Your day was beyond chaotic. It went by in a blur, and when you think about it you can’t even remember much about what happened. You just knew it left you very stressed.
Walking back to the kelku you shared with your mate Jake, you knew it was plastered on your face, shoulders tense, fists clenching and unclenching, jaw doing the same.
Jake wouldn't be home until later. His duties as Olo’ekytan would keep him busy long into the night. You didn’t mind, in fact most nights you waited up for him since it was the only time you two had some peace of quiet. So you kept yourself busy while you waited.
The sun had set about an hour before you finally heard the rustling outside from Jake lifting the flap to the kelku. His eyes didn’t find you at first, and you noticed how he carried the same posture you had today, the same expression plastered on his own face.
As he sets his stuff down, you move closer to him, sitting onto a chair. Sighing, “Hey baby, I hope your day was better than mine sweet girl,” he says, making his way to stand in between your legs.
Reaching his hand up, he brushes his finger softly along your jaw. You reach your hand up to hold onto his wrist, your thumb drawing soft circles onto his skin.
“I wish I could say it was,” you say, looking up to meet his eyes. He brings his head down to give you a soft, longing kiss, before pushing away.
“My girl,” Jake whispers, crouching down, now sitting on his heels in between your legs. His hands laid out, one on each thigh, head dropping down towards your stomach.
Your hands instinctively find the knots in his shoulders, trying your best to work them out from under his skin. He groans, “fuck baby,” the vibrations going right to your core.
You weren’t focusing on that though, at least not until he started planting soft wet kisses along your inner thigh. Your hands faltered for a second along his shoulder, and you felt him smirk against your thigh. What a tease. So you kept your hands working, continuing to work against the knots in his shoulder.
Jake takes this as a challenge. His hands resting on your thighs begin rubbing in circles, while he resumes his kisses along the inside. The soft kisses reach closer and closer to your core, right where you needed them the most.
Before you could get some relief from it, he's pushing off your thighs, making a move to stand up. “Jake…” you say, almost a whimper.
“Yes, baby?” he says, smirking at you like he was oh-so innocent. You stand up, fingers reaching to the ties in your loin cloth. Eager to find relief from your stressful day, not wanting to waste any time. His eyes fixed on the movements of your fingers.
Your loincloth falls to the ground, where an obvious wet spot can be seen.
“Help me Jake,” you whimper out while sitting back into the chair, spreading your legs wide, barring yourself to him.
“What do we say, pretty girl? Is that how we ask for things?” Jake says, wanting you to beg for him.
“No sir, I’m sorry. Please help me Jake,” you whine out. His hands slide down to the ties of his own loincloth, your eyes following, but his gaze never leaves yours.
Looking down at his now discarded loincloth, he says, “what do bad girls get when they don’t speak respectfully? What do they get? Tell me baby.” A smirk was on his face, he found this to be so much fun.
He walks up to you, standing right in between your legs once more. Eye level with his hard, leaking cock, you avoid his gaze. Jake grabs a handful of your hair, and yanks your head back until you’re looking right at him.
“Tell me. Now. What do you deserve?” he says, tugging extra hard on the word “deserve.” Barely above a whisper, you say, “to have my mouth stuffed.”
Jake stares down at you, pure passion and lust in his eyes, precum dripping from the tip of his cock just from listening to you speak.
“That’s right babygirl,” he says, bringing his head down to trail kisses along your jaw.
“And if you do a good job taking me deep in your throat, I’ll reward you for being a good girl, isn’t that right baby,” he says, kissing down your neck in the process.
You moan out, arching your back against the chair after he sucks on the sweet spot of your neck. Jake stands up, your mouth wide opening, and shoves his cock into the back of your throat.
You gag at the sudden feeling of something down your throat, causing Jake to groan. One hand holds your head back by your hair, and the other moves to the back of your head to push his cock even further into your mouth.
His pace punishing, “that’s right be a good girl and take my cock,” he says, pushing even further down. Tears well up in your eyes, your wetness is dripping down your core onto the chair, and your hands press against Jake’s thighs in an attempt to steady yourself.
You look up into Jake’s eyes, to find him already admiring you. After seeing you like this, completely at his mercy, it doesn’t take long for him to reach his climax.
“Fuck, my pretty girl has her throat full of my cock and she’s taking it so good, aren’t you?” he says, thrusts becoming more sloppy. The grip on your hair tightens, pushing your mouth further down his cock, “answer me pretty girl,” he says, running his hand along your jaw.
“Mhm,” you could barely get it out, and when you do it just turns into a broken moan, and you gag again as the tip hits the back of your throat. The moan vibrates against his cock, pulling out of your mouth he says, “open up my love, stick your tongue out for me.”
You do as he says, and watches as he pumps his cock quickly. Jake slides his hand under your chin, and throws his head back, groaning loudly as long, thick ropes of cum leave his tip, and collect on your tongue.
You wait for him to look back down at you, before making a show out of you swallowing everything he had to give. Eyes watery, mouth covered in spit, wet spot on the chair from your heat, Jake can’t help but lean down and kiss you.
Moving his mouth towards your ear, kissing your lobe before saying, “what a beautiful girl, what should your reward be?”
“I want to cum on your face Jake,” you say, breathlessly, the need for some type of relief is overwhelming.
“Do you? Cause I can make that happen baby,” Jake says, kissing your lips once more, a smirk sits on his face, before situating himself on his knees in between your thighs.
“Yes Jake, please,” you say, grinding your hips up in the air, desperate for him. He plants soft kisses along your thighs agonizingly slowly. Your hands move to the back of his head in an attempt to push him closer to where you needed him most.
“I gotta take my time baby, I haven’t had the time to be down here in a while,” he laughs softly, half playfully, half apologetic that he had been so busy recently. His eyes met yours from in between your thighs, an apology flashing across them, his touch softer at the acknowledgement.
“It’s okay Jake,” you say, your hand moving to brush over his cheek.
Knowing that you chose not to hold it against him, he plants a kiss right onto your clit. Your head falls back against the chair, a moan leaving your lips at the sudden contact.
He pulls away from the kiss, slightly sucking against your clit. His fingers swipe up your core gathering up your wetness, before pulling down to circle around your entrance.
You look down at him, a smirk pulls at his lips, as he slides two fingers into you, not bothering to start with one. You moan at the friction of his fingers sliding in and out of your entrance.
The familiar burn of him is welcoming, comforting even. Your head falls back, but Jake’s hand finds your neck, “eyes on me while I eat you baby,” he says before positioning his face by your heat once more. Tapping his tongue against your clit, fingers thrusting in and out of you leaves you breathless.
Your fingers weave in between his hair, pulling slightly. He moans from the pleasurable pain, the vibrations running through your core. Pushing his face against your core, you grind against him sloppily.
“Fuck Jake,” you whimper out, shamelessly rubbing your clit against his tongue he purposefully laid out flat so you could fuck yourself on him.
“Cum for me sweet girl, I know you can do it,” Jake says, speaking with his mouth still on your clit. The vibrations from his words send shivers down your spine.
You can feel the heat building in your lower stomach, your legs trembling, as you push your hips into his face over and over. The sensations building around you, his touch on your skin feels like tiny sparks over your body.
Jake pulls away, leaving you moaning from the loss of contact. He slides your legs over his shoulders, pushing them apart even further for him to continue to devour you.
His face resumes the position, fingers thrusting in and out, tongue lapping up your clit. The new position has you crying out as your climax approaches fast. Jake curls his fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot so deep in you.
You clench around his fingers, head falls back, and your legs lock up as you cum on Jake’s face. His movements don’t stop yet, letting you ride out your high. He licks up the cum from your entrance, before pulling his fingers out and licking them clean.
Satisfied from the individual attention given to each other, Jake stands up letting your feet fall softly to the floor. Jake gazes down at you, still coming down from your climax, “good girl, I’m going to lay you down and make you feel good, you want that baby girl?”
You look up at him, still in a daze, his face shiny from your slick, his tongue covered in your cum, his cock already hard for you again, and you thank eywa for this man before you, relieving you of all your worries, problems, and pent up stress.
“Do anything to me Jake, I need you,” you say, shyly, your neediness showing through.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Jake laughs out softly, smirking down at you before reaching his arm around your back, wrapping his other arm around the back of your legs to pick you up off of the chair. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, letting him carry you to the hammock you both share.
Jake lays you down softly, before spreading your legs, sitting back on his heels before leaning down to kiss you.
“What a dirty slut you are for me. All mine, isn’t that right pretty girl?” Jake says, biting your bottom lip and pulling it slightly. You moan out from the pleasurable pain, not replying to what he had said.
Jake wraps his large hand around your neck, “what was that baby? I don’t think you answered my question. I hope I’m wrong.”
You stare up at him, “I said ‘all yours’ Jake…” you say, scrambling to fix your mistake. Jake tsks, “I don’t think you did though, so flip over. Now.” When you don’t move fast enough for his liking, he wraps his arm around your waist, flipping you over himself in the hammock.
“Ass up. Now. This is what happens when my dirty slut doesn’t listen. Are you going to be a good girl and take it?” he says, tapping your ass with his rock solid cock. Precum leaves a wet mark on your skin as you lift your ass up.
Jake nudges his knee in between your legs, pushing them further apart, until you are bare in front of him. He slides the tip through your folds, gathering your slick to rub it on himself.
“Fuck you like this don’t you? Being bad gets you wet cause you know what I’ll do to you, huh baby girl,” Jake says, bending over your back whispering in your ear.
“Fuck me Jake pl-” was all you managed to get out before Jake slams his cock deep inside you, hitting your cervix before brushing past your sweet spot. You back arches away from him, your hand shoots back pressing against his stomach like you were trying to run from his rough thrusts.
“Don’t run now, be a good girl and take my cock,” he grunts out, thrusts not faltering for even a second. Repeatedly hitting your cervix and brushing past the sweet spot only he can reach. Both of you breathlessly moaning.
Jake reaches one hand around to grab your neck, pulling your back flush with his chest, his other hand snaking around to press on your stomach.
“Who gets this deep in you baby?” he says pressing against the outline of his cock bulging from your belly.
“Just you Jake, fuck don’t stop,” you say, moaning out, arching into him allowing him to reach even deeper.
“Who does this belong to, baby girl,” Jake says, sliding his hand down your belly, before circling your clit with perfect pressure.
“It’s all yours Jake,” you whimper out, heat already building in your belly, the squelching sounds from your slick loud in the room. Jake thrusts become even harder and faster, “that's right baby, take all of me.”
His hand subconsciously tightens around your neck, his fingers rubbing faster circles on your clit, your climax is building fast. You arch into him more, back pressed against his chest, heavy breathing, and constant moans of his name leaving your mouth.
Your legs begin trembling, your clit aching with need, and you clench repeatedly around Jake’s cock.
“Don’t hold back pretty girl, cum all on my cock,” Jake says, leaning down to your ear and sucking on the lobe. You let go from his words, clenching around him as your cream coats the base of his cock. Your body becomes rigid as you climax, and Jake rides you through your high.
Twitching from the overstimulation, Jake pulls out, flipping you back on your back. Your eyes watery from his hand around your neck, and your legs are shaking uncontrollably.
“You look so beautiful taking me baby,” Jake says, leaning down to kiss you while sliding his cock in you again. Pulling back from your lips he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, and props one leg up. His thrusts aren’t as rough, knowing you would need a second, but he was close to his own climax.
His position allows him to hit your cervix and drag past your sweet spot on every thrust, causing you to arch your back off the bed. You grab onto Jake’s arms, digging crescent shaped marks into his skin. “You feel good baby girl,” Jake asks, reaching his hand around to circle your clit with his thumb again.
“Mhm,” you moan out at the sudden contact.
“Use your words pretty girl, you know the rules,” Jake says, slowly his thrusts, waiting for your response.
“Yes Jake you make me feel so good,” you whimper out, but he already knew that. Your cum and slick running down from your entrance tells him everything you can’t say.
“I know baby, I know,” he says, thrusts getting sloppy, skin clapping over and over, so wet that he just slips in and out. You can feel him twitch inside you while you clench on him.
“Fuck baby don’t clench I’m too close. I want to last for my pretty girl,” Jake grunts out, head hanging low from the pleasure. You know he wouldn’t last much longer, but you were close to your third orgasm. You twitch against Jake.
“You’re going to cum again already? My dirty slut loves my cock,” Jake laughs out softly, smirking down at you, as you watch him fuck you. He looks down to your belly finding his cock bulging from your stomach.
“I’m so deep in you,” Jake grunts, “I fucking love it.” You arch your back as he presses his hand against your belly, adding onto the building climax. You reach your hand down to his cock, feel himself thrusting in and out of your entrance.
Your touch drives him to thrust faster. The constant brush over your sweet spot sends you over the edge. Locking up once more you cum all over Jake’s cock. The clenching around his cock sending him over the edge with you.
“Fuck my sweet girl, you’re draining me,” Jake grunts out, head thrown back from the release. He rides the highs of your climaxes, before slowing to a stop. Cum dripping out of your entrance from being filled to the brim.
Jake hangs his head low, before looking up at you and smiling. You looked fucked out, so dazed from how deep his cock was in you. He admired you like this, completely vulnerable for him.
A different kind of connection. He pulls out of you, reaching for a cloth to clean up the mess between the two of you. Comforting silence fills the air. Both of you are satisfied and content.
Once you're clean of him, he lowers himself into the hammock next to you. Jake wraps his arm around your back, pulling you chest to chest with him.
The slow circles he rubs into your back with his thumb pushes you closer to sleep. Finally relaxed after the stressful day that was shared between the two of you.
You notice Jake is whispering, thinking you were asleep, “I love you my sweet girl. The only one who can take away my problems, and make life enjoyable. I owe you the world itself my beautiful,” he whispers, talking more so to himself than to you. Y
ou move your head back to properly look at him. At a loss for words, you pull him into a deep kiss. Passionate, like a thousand words spoken through the touch of your lips.
Pulling away, resting your forehead against him, you whisper, “I love you more than anything in this world Jake, I wouldn’t want it to be anyone but you.”
I need dumbification with Jake big boobies Sully. Like reader is absolutely gone, drool spilling out, eyes hazy, not one coherent thought in her mind but Jake and his 🍆
Dumb (18+) MDNI
│Jake Sully x Female Na'vi Reader
“Please Jake,” you whimper. Your soaking folds glide along the thick muscle of his thigh. Every slight flex sends shivers down your spine, tears well up in your eyes as you look at Jake, begging him to stuff his cock inside you.
“Be quiet,” he growls, his gaze never leaving the contact of your core on him. Sunlight shines down through gaps in the trees, highlighting the glistening arousal that coats his leg. His back rubs against bark, scratching the dark blue skin from your frantic movements.
You begged him to touch you, to fuck you, but he never would.
Your hands rest on either peck, squeezing softly. He says he hates it, but you can see his cock twitch underneath his loincloth when your finger brushes past his nipples. Sliding back and forth, desperate moans leave your lips, your hips stuttering every so often.
“Need it Jake, please,” you whine, giving him sweet innocent eyes that he could never resist.
“You can’t take it, remember last time babygirl,” he says, voice low and husky.
Your folds rub against his rough skin, stimulating your puffy, aching clit. Begs leave your lips, pleads, anything to convince him.
“I won’t cry this time Jake, I promise,” you say, slowing down your hips. Your hand slides down the length of his abdomen, feeling the muscles tense under your touch before gripping the shaft of his clothed cock.
He lets out a low groan, tilting his head back slightly from the rough touch of your small innocent hand.
His fingers grip onto your hips, pushing you back onto the soft grass in a swift motion. His cock bounces free of his loincloth, pulsing and leaking precum in continuous streams. The tip lines up with your entrance, a soft gasp leaving your lips from the pressure sitting there.
“You can’t ever shut up can you,” he says, gritting his teeth from how stubborn you could be.
His cock pushes through your entrance, the tip barely an inch inside before tears were welling up in your eyes.
“What did I say about fucking crying,” Jake says, halting his movements immediately.
“Sorry daddy,” you whisper, gasping for air from the pure size of his cock.
He continues to push in, rubbing through your warm, wet walls until the tip presses against your cervix. Taking one look at you, he knew you couldn’t handle it, but you asked for it so this is what you would get.
Drool falls from your bottom lip, tears stream down your cheeks, your eyes were so fucked out, and he hadn’t even thrusted in a single time yet.
Jake grips the back of your thighs, pushing your legs back until your ankles are flush with your head. He doesn’t waste any time before he begins to slam into your core.
A moan rips from your lips, the breath stolen from your lungs. One hand shoots out, pressing against his lower stomach, begging him to ease up but you knew he wouldn’t.
“Take it,” he growls, grunting rough as he pounds against you.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, stretching you wide to fit him inside. No coherent words leave your lips, only pure nonsense. Spit drips down your chin as your mouth hangs open. Your eyes go blurry from his pace. Your body is only for him to use.
His pelvis slams against yours, his rough skin rubbing against your clit, matching the quick pace of his thrusts.
“So tight for me,” he groans, throwing his head back before returning his gaze back to your fucked out face. Drool glistens in the rays of sunlight, your eyes crossing slightly. Your knees bend together, trying to take his big cock, even as whines and whimpers fall from your lips.
“Good job baby. Taking all my cock,” Jake coos, his thumb rubbing gently against the skin of your thigh, a stark contrast from the feeling of his cock shoved deep against your cervix.
“J-Jake,” you whine, arching your back from the forest floor. Your hands grip your breasts, nails digging into the skin as your nipples drag across your palms with every thrust.
The new angle allows him to reach deeper, stretching your wider. The tip rests against your sweet spot, drawing out feral moans.
There was nothing you could say. You would let him use you every single day if it meant his cock could be buried inside you and he knew that.
Tears continue to fall from the corner of your eyes, dripping down your chin and pooling in the dip of your neck. Spit makes your face messy; your eyes cross wildly as your pupils dilate. Your toes curl in the air as your climax builds.
“You gonna cum on me babygirl,” Jake groans, speeding up his thrusts. He hooks an ankle on his shoulder before moving his thumb down to your clit. Rubbing tight harsh circles, he watches your body twitch and convulse under his touch.
“Yes daddy, yes,” you gasp, grinding your hips up to meet his touch even though you could barely even move. You chased the feeling on him; of the feelings he could give you.
You were just his slut.
Your legs tremble against him, your core clenching around the base of him as he stuffs you full of his cock. You beg for more, over and over again. You beg him not to stop; you beg him to keep fucking you.
Your words are slurred; they sound like nothing.
“Let me feel you,” he grunts, fixing his position before slamming into you once more.
His words drive you over the edge. Your hands look for anything to grab onto, anything to steady you, but nothing. You bite your bottom lip, unable to control the moans pouring from your mouth.
Cum gushes from your entrance, sliding down the length of his cock and creating a cream at the base. His thrusts continue even when your body begins to twitch with overstimulation.
You cry out for him, a mix of his name, daddy, and incoherent words. Your mouth hangs open, unable to sober up from the high of his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back as long, thick ropes of cum shoot deep inside your core. It coats your walls, dripping out when nothing more can fit. He pumps inside you, pushing it deeper, making sure his slut keeps everything in for him.
When his thrusts slow, he looks down at you, laughing softly at the sight.
Your eyes are half-lidded, tired and fucked out. Your breasts red from the tight grip, your mouth covered in drool. Tear stains line your cheeks, your eyes bloodshot from crying even after you told him you wouldn’t.
“Such a dumb slut for me,” he says, barely above a whisper as he admires you, kissing the inside of your ankle before setting your legs back onto the ground.
