⤷ dilf!jake sully x fem!mangkwan reader
- cw: potential afaa spoilers! lower case intended, smut, p in v, sex pollen, kinda hate sex (fuck or die but dying isn’t an option), cheating (sorry neytiri!), forced proximity? (the pit), grinding/dry humping, dirty talk, biting. let me know if i missed anything!
- an: saw afaa on friday and jake looked so dang scrumptious in that prison jumpsuit, i had to hold myself back from jumping at the screen.
- wc: 3.3k
- summary: after your clan’s attack on the wind traders, you crash land near a burning caravan with surviving clan members. whilst varang punishes captured na’vi, slicing through their kuru’s, only you spot a tall, male na’vi watching from the shrubbery. you give chase, too worried that by the time everyone else is alerted, he’d be far gone. when you catch him, the confrontation turns physical, sending you both tumbling into a hidden pit of strange flowers. exposed to the pollen’s effects and unable to escape, hostility gives way to desperate survival.
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you let out a groan of pain, hands digging into the soft flora of pandora as you pull yourself sitting upright. your nightwraith unfortunetly got shot down in the process of the attack on the tlalim clan, by only who you could assume was jake sully, the ‘great toruk makto’. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the thought, everyone across pandora knew of him, the great stories told about a sky person turned na’vi who proceeded to save the whole planet.
the impact of the hit affected your body, making you feel bruised and battered as slowly but surely, you made your way towards the scattered members of your clan who landed not too far from you. varang being one of them.
screams echoed through the forest as fire spewed from side to side, members of the mangkwan clan threw themselves at remainders of other na’vi, which crashed alongside the now alit caravan, piercing some of them with knives. others were forced to perform tsaheylu with varang, a painful process as she wrapped their kuru around her knife and sadistically sliced it, pained screams filling your ears.
you made your way and stood beside riku, varang’s henchman. a tlalim na’vi was thrown at your feet. instinctively, you followed suit and gripped the back of his head, running your hand along the kuru as you pulled the base of it, knife wrapped around it.
the fire burned stronger and brighter, sparks falling from the wrecked caravan. the mangkwan members surrounding you danced and mimicked animalistic noises.
as varang began talking, you couldn’t help but zone out, blocking all sorts of noises out. your eyes focused on a random patch of the forest as you thought you saw a flicker of movement.
the fire burning beside you helped illuminate the surrounding shrubbery and flora as you zoned in on specific bushy area. you hummed in contemplation, pondering on whether or not to investigate what potentially could be nothing.
a small movement in the bush snaps you out of your thoughts as you see a sparkle, reflecting that of fire, in what resembles a pair of eyes.
you let out a hiss as you drop the tlalim na’vi, they’d be delt with by another.
evidently, you were correct, as the figure you thought was in the bush, came to be real.
the dark blue skinned na’vi got up from their crouched position and began to run. you weren’t far behind.
it took a good few minutes of running after this figure before you managed to catch up, lurching forwards and slamming into them, causing a tussle on the grass.
swiftly, you pulled the male to the ground and straddled him as you attempted to pull out your knife from the sheath on your hips but unfortunately got disarmed rather quickly as he threw you onto your back.
“jake sully..” a hiss came from your lips as you barred your fangs.
you lay on your forearms.
the moonlight mixed with the bioluminescent flora bouncing off his face quickly revealed who this figure was.
“don’t sound too excited.” he scoffed as he set up a defensive stance.
you hissed again before standing upright and going for another attack. you lurched forward, going in for a punch to his face. jake barely has time to brace before your fist whistles past his jaw, close enough that he feels the rush of air. he pivots instinctively, grabbing your forearm and twisting, using your momentum against you. you snarl and drive a knee toward his ribs, catching him hard enough to force a grunt from his chest.
“still fast,” he mutters through clenched teeth.
you wrench free and spin, tail lashing behind you as you circle him. the forest hums softly around you, bioluminescent plants lighting the clearing in flickers of blue and green.
‘toruk makto, demon, enemy’ is all you could think, hatred bubbling inside of you.
You rush him again, fingers grazing his shoulder this time. he reacts instantly, shoving you back, feet skidding against the damp ground as he regains his footing. the two of you collide once more, hands locking at each other’s wrists, muscles straining as neither gives an inch.
“you should’ve stayed hidden,” you hiss.
“after what i saw?” jake scoffed, “that’s inhuman!” he yelled at you.
your grip falters for half a second, long enough for him to twist you sideways and drive you both into the undergrowth. the ground slopes sharply beneath your weight, loose soil giving way as you grapple for control.
‘no-’
then.. the earth disappears.
you fall together, limbs tangled, crashing through layers of soft petals and unfamiliar blooms. the impact knocks the breath from your lungs as flowers burst beneath you, releasing a shimmering cloud of spores into the air.
the scent fills your lungs. you cough, scrambling to your feet, only to stagger.
the scent is thick. sweet. wrong.
‘something’s not right’
jake groans nearby, pushing himself up on one elbow, eyes unfocused as the pollen curls around you both. the fight stalls, not from mercy, but from the sudden, dizzying heat flooding your veins.
your legs threaten to give out beneath you. you dig your fingers into the soil, steadying yourself as warmth coils through your body in slow, invasive waves. your thoughts blur at the edges, anger dulling into something hazy and unfocused.
‘this isn’t weakness.’
you grit your teeth. ‘it’s the plants.’
jake drags himself upright a few paces away, one hand braced against the rock wall of the pit. his breathing is uneven, chest rising and falling too fast as his gaze lifts to you, and lingers. something flickers across his face. realisation almost.
“don’t..” he starts, then falters, swallowing hard. “don’t breathe it in.”
too late.
the spores glow faintly around you both, disturbed by every movement. heat pulses low in your stomach, unfamiliar and humiliating, making it harder to remember why you’re supposed to hate him. your tail flicks behind you without your permission.
jake notices.
his jaw tightens as he looks away, forcing himself to focus. “this place,” he mutters, more to himself than you. “it’s.. it’s doing something to us.”
you let out a shaky breath that turns into something dangerously close to a laugh. “you think?” you scoffed in a sarcastic tone.
silence stretches between you, thick and heavy. the pit feels smaller by the second, the air pressing in on your skin. you take a step back, only to hit the curved wall behind you. jake mirrors the movement without realising.
your eyes meet his again, and this time he doesn’t look away. his pupils are blown wide, just as you’d imagine yours are. expression torn between restraint and something far more primal. he clenches his fists at his sides, knuckles whitening.
“this is bad,” he says quietly. “we need to wait it out. not touch. not..”
a wave of heat crashes through you. you let out a pained gasp, hand flying to your chest, as your knees threaten to buckle.
“damn it..” you hiss, fighting for balance.
you stagger forward despite yourself, vision blurring at the edges. jake reacts on pure reflex, catching your forearm to keep you from hitting the ground. the contact is brief but sharp.
you both freeze.
his grip tightens instinctively before he realises, fingers curling around your wrist. you feel the heat of his skin through yours, the sensation jarring and wrong in a way that makes your breath hitch.
jake freezes, breath hitching as he realises what he’s done. you should pull away. you don’t. the spores shimmer brighter around you, responding eagerly, the forest almost listening.
your breath comes too fast. too loud. every sensation feels sharpened to a painful edge, the brush of leaves against your calves, the pulse hammering in your ears. and jake.
you hate that you notice him like this.
the scent of him cuts through the sweetness of the pollen. smoke, sweat, pandora, strong enough to make your head spin. every breath he takes, sounds amplified, the rise and fall of his chest impossible to ignore. his muscles tense beneath your grip, allowing you to feel how strong he really is.
against instinct, your gaze drops.
his pupils flicker, once, twice, to your mouth before he forces his eyes away, jaw tightening hard enough to ache.
“don’t,” he growls, voice rough, warning more himself than you.
another wave crashes through you, sharper this time, and you stumble forward, into his arms practically. jake swears under his breath and reacts without thinking, slamming you back against the curved wall of the pit. his hand comes up, one pinning your wrist above your head, not gentle, not cruel. necessary. whilst the other holds your waist.
too close.
your chest brushes his, heat bleeding between you like a living thing. his hips jerk a fraction of an inch, as if startled by the contact, and the movement sends a jolt through both of you.
the silence is thick.
“this means nothing,” he says immediately, voice ragged, breath warm against your cheek. his grip tightens, more anchor than threat. “you hear me? this is just..” he swallows, “the pollen.”
his gaze drags back to yours, dark and unfocused, like he’s fighting a battle entirely inside his own head. the spores swirl lazily around you, glowing brighter with every shallow breath, every accidental brush of skin.
the tension snaps like a bowstring, one moment you're glaring at each other, the next your lips crash together in a searing kiss. jake’s grip on your wrist tightens, his other hand sliding from your waist to the small of your back, hauling you flush against him. the moment your lips touch, the spores react violently, bioluminescent pollen surges around you in swirling clouds, painting your skin in flickering blue light.
“this means nothing," jake repeats, growling against your mouth, but his body betrays him, his tail lashes out, twining possessively around your thigh. his hips jerk forward, pressing you harder into the wall, and the kiss deepens with a hunger that’s anything but meaningless. his teeth graze your lower lip, sharp enough to sting, and you bite back just as hard, earning a rough groan from him.
the pollen amplifies everything, every drag of his tongue against yours is electric, every gasp magnified. your hands twist free, fingers digging into his shoulders, his braids, anywhere you can hold on as his mouth moves to your throat, his fangs pricking the sensitive skin there. “still hate me?” he mocks, voice thick with hatred yet desire, but the way his hands tremble gives him away.
you don’t answer, you can’t, because his lips are back on yours, swallowing your protests, your pride, everything but the heat coiling low in your stomach.
you can’t help but slowly, torturously grind against him as you indulge in the passionate kiss, wet kisses exchange between you both.
he moans into the kiss, hips grinding against yours in a rough, deliberate rhythm that makes your tail lash against his calf.
“still pretending this means nothing?" you pant against his lips, your own curling into a smirk.
jake’s answer is a growl, his free hand sliding down to grip your thigh, hiking it around his waist as he pins you harder against the wall. the friction is maddening, every rock of his hips drags the hard length of him against you, teasing what you both really want. his breathing is ragged, pupils blown so wide his eyes look near-black in the bioluminescent glow.
“shut up," he snarls, but his fingers are already working at the ties of your loincloth, hands scraping sensitive skin as it falls away. his palm slides over your bare ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise, and you hiss, arching into him.
“fuck..” his voice cracks when you roll your hips against him, deliberate this time, dragging a ragged moan from his throat.
you can’t help but let a small moan slip from your own lips as the friction between you both stimulates you so well.
“off..” you mumble into the kiss as you reach for his own loincloth, finding the state of undress between you both rather unfair.
“take it off.” you say once more, pulling at the strings as the kissing and grinding continues.
he hums in response, not putting up too much of a fight and reaches down to to pull at the strings of his own loincloth, allowing for it to fall down to the ground.
you can’t help but break the kiss, a string of saliva separating your lips as you look down, in awe almost, at him.
jake let’s out a chuckle as he sees your face, “you like it?” he says with a cocky tone, the smirk on his face only growing wider.
you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t pretty, because holy shit was his cock gorgeous.
your fingers twitch with the urge to touch it, but jake beats you to it, his calloused hand wraps around himself with a rough stroke, making your breath hitch. the sight alone sends a fresh wave of arousal pulsing through your cunt, your tail curling involuntarily around his thigh as if trying to pull him closer. his smirk deepens at your reaction.
“see something you like?” he taunts, voice gravelly with arousal, as he pumped his angry cock. the tip glistening with smeared precum already.
you don’t dignify him with words. instead, you surge forward, capturing his lips in another bruising kiss as your hand replaces his, fingers sliding over his cock with deliberate pressure. the groan he lets out is muffled against your mouth, his hips stuttering into your touch.
you tease him with slow strokes at the base, eventually making your way up closer to the tip. you run your thumb over the slit and watch as jake inhales sharply, his stomach tightening.
“feel good?” you tease into the kiss.
jake’s only response is a growl, low, feral, before he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand off his cock.
you let out a squeal of surprise as he swiftly positions you both onto the mossy ground beneath.
you feel a hand press against the back of your head as he smushes your face into the moss. his other hand reaches down to the dip of your back, pushing down on it, resulting in you arching nicely for him.
he positions himself behind you, grabbing your ass as he kneads it like bread. “look at this gorgeous cunt.” he threw his head back with a groan.
you mewl in response as his curious fingers get the best of him. he ran his fingers over your pussy, spreading your lips apart with his index and middle finger.
“look how wet she is doll.” jake grins as he brung his hand back up, a string of slick following.
you let out a loud moan in response as you look back at him, he uses the same hand and coats his cock in your juices, giving it a few jerks before he slides against your slick heat, teasing, taunting. the head catching on your clit with each rough grind of his hips.
you move back against him, feeling his cock rub against your cunt.
you can feel him almost measuring against your stomach, how deep it’d go inside you.
the answer is very deep.
you look down and see where it reaches up to, just above your navel.
jake’s hand that was pressed against your head, now eases as he reaches for you kuru instead, wrapping it around his hand in a fist as he yanks you up, gently but with purpose.
he brings his lips up to your ear as his chest pressed against your back.
“you’re a fucking slut.. you know that..” he whispered against your ear, followed by a lick as he kissed behind your ear.
you whine at his words, any form of defensiveness is out the window.
“just had to run after me, didn’t you?” he began rocking his hips.
“i bet you wanted this to happen, to have you struggling beneath me.” he murmured.
you shook your head, a whiney “noo..” followed, it didn’t sound very believable even if you attempted.
jake scoffed in return before he unravelled your kuru, grip still tight. he guided it to his own, the tendrils on yours and his both revealed themselves as tsaheylu was formed and you connected with each other.
he let go of your kuru as you bother gasped in pleasure. loud noises emitted from you both as you felt each other in a whole different dimension almost.
your head dropped back onto the mossy ground as he let go.
“liar liar..” was all he said before he angled his hips with yours and slammed into you.
the stretch is brutal, delicious, punching a ragged scream from your lungs. jake doesn’t give you a second to adjust, his rhythm is punishing from the start, each thrust driving you deeper into the bioluminescent petals beneath you. his tail lashes wildly, curling around your thigh to hold you open, to take him deeper.
“Kalweyaveng (son of a bitch) .. j-jake..” you whine, your fingers tear at the moss, knuckles white, as pleasure crests violently.
you instinctively arch even more, slowly matching his thrusts.
he leans over you, fangs scraping your shoulder. “say my name again," he demands, voice raw.
you choke it out, “jake!” as his hand reaches down and begins to circle around your clit. hips snapping harder with each thrust. his breath is ragged in your ear, small groans and moans escape his lips with every clench of your cunt clamping down on his cock.
another hand reaches down, pulling at your top and begins groping at your tits, squeezing them and groping them harshly.
he plays with your nipples, squeezing them and gently pulling at them, adding to the pleasure you’re feeling already.
his fingers tighten around your breast, rolling your nipple between his calloused fingertips until you gasp, your tail lashing wildly against his thigh.
jake's restraint is hanging by a thread, the thin leash of his self-control fraying with every stroke, every breath he’s inhaling, the sweet scent of you mixed with the intoxicating pollen, only drives him deeper into madness. his thrusts grow erratic, his control slipping with each desperate roll of his hips. you can feel him trembling against you, his muscles taut, his tail tightening possessively around your thigh like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.
“fuck, you feel..” his voice cracks mid-sentence, his lips crashing against the back of your neck, teeth scraping skin as he stifles a groan. his rhythm stutters, hips snapping harder, faster, chasing the inevitable crest of pleasure that’s been building between you both.
you whimper beneath him, nails digging into the moss, the slick sound of skin on skin drowned out only by your gasps and the rustling petals beneath you. every drag of his cock inside you hits just right, sending sparks of heat up your spine. his fingers on your clit don’t let up, circling mercilessly until you’re teetering on the edge.
and then he bites down on your shoulder.
you let out a scream.
the sharp pain morphs into pleasure so fast it leaves you dizzy, your entire body tensing as the coil inside you finally snaps. your cunt clenches around him, milking his cock in waves as you shudder violently, stars bursting behind your eyelids.
jake curses, hips stuttering as your climax pulls him over the edge. his grip on your hip tightens to the point of bruising as he buries himself deep, his groan ragged against your skin. hot pulses of his cum fill you, his cock twitching inside you as he rides out his own orgasm with slow, grinding thrusts.
for a moment, the only sound is your panting breaths and the soft hum of the forest around you.
jake pulls out abruptly, hissing through his teeth at the sensitivity. he collapses beside you, chest heaving, staring up at the glowing canopy above with an expression caught between satisfaction and disbelief.
you stay where you are, limp against the moss, your body still thrumming with aftershocks. the pollen haze lingers, but the urgency has faded.
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hii! i hope you guys enjoyed reading this! i’m not sure how well written this is as i’ve not bothered re-reading it hahaha, so i’m hoping it doesn’t seem rushed!
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