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âwhatâre you running away for?â JAKE SULLY asks like his dick isnât the size of an extra arm, divvying up your insides. fluid hips scooping up to stroke your pretty guts raw. opposite arm reaching across your tailbone to squeeze and give your little ass cheek a smack. he bites his bottom lip watching your poor sex struggle to house him; your arched spine twitches when it canât decide whether to hold out or straighten. the tip of him kisses your cervix, and you cry out as you clutch the furs underneath you. âyeah, take it, baby. fuckinâ take it.â he murmurs, dirty talk from his time as a human resurfacing like a bad habit. your cunt sputters like itâs responding, a ring of white cream bubbling out while heâs shoving his cock in. when you stay still, his fingers and thumb pinch the fat of your ass, guiding you to rock and rut. âthatâs my girl.â heâs proud.
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men who eat you out like they have been starving for a millennia, who eat it like madmen, your juices all over his chin, even after you finish multiple times, even when you writhe and squirm, trying to escape the relentless treatment of his experienced tongue, he doesnât stop, ever. As he stakes his claim over you, and you let him, because itâs just too good not to, mindlessly submitting your body, your very being to him.
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ALL THE TIME (IF YOU WERE MINE) â
masterlist.
pairing: jake x reader
warnings: explicit sexual content, human!fem!reader, porn with a lot of plot, establishing feelings, reader's nickname is "Spellman/Spelly", size kink, face sitting, finger fucking, manhandling, begging, riding, dirty talk, squirting, whatever you call this, breeding kink, creampie | wc: 19k
note: i became obsessed with jake + spelly ášł ˶á”áŽá”˶) thank u for the love on fantasize + i hope u all love the development between our fav dummy avatar and our fav scientist!!
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â€Â sequel to fantasize
†Now that feelings are known and the lucky chance to be alone in the lab together arises, Jake wants to go even further than he did before.
âHey, marine, whereâs your log from last night?â
Of course, the first thing out of Graceâs mouth when Jake rolls himself into the front workspace is something to do with video logs. Jake does everything he can to stop himself from groaning in her face and presents her a smile, one that she can no doubt see right through when he appears in the dim daylight falling through the windows.
âItâs not there? Must have deleted itself.â
Graceâs eyebrows raise. âAre you trying to tell me that the camera justâŠdeleted the footage? I have everyone elseâs logs on here except for yours. Conveniently for youâŠâ
âCanât even make a log right,â comments Norm â Jake had almost forgotten all about the eldest Spellman and turns his head to see him, and quite frankly, even just looking at Norm this morning feels like a silent victory, the excited feeling of thrilled anticipation bubbling in Jakeâs stomach.
âAsk your sister,â Jake says in reply, almost laughing at loud at the contorted face of disgust that appears in replacement of Normâs sneer, âshe saw me last night.â
âHere we go,â Norm sighs.
Luckily for Norm, Grace buts in: âEnough, you skxawngs. Just make a log while itâs all still fresh.â She pauses then, and pulls out one of her beady eyes to stare intently at Jake, âIt is still fresh, right, Jake?â
âFresh as a daisy, doc,â Jake replies, but his eyes have already begun wandering around the lab for the notably absent scientist he enjoys seeing the most in the mornings â the same scientist he fucked stupid last night and hasnât stopped thinking about since.
Considering your unbelievably obvious feelings for Jake, it shouldnât be a surprise that he managed to entice you out to the little forest behind the shack, and yet he still canât believe that it even happened. Thereâs a phantom tingle in his stomach as he thinks it over â did it even count when he did things in his avatar?
Everybody has noticed your interest in Jake, including Jake himself, and yet a strange doubt gnaws at his mind as his eyes wander across the lab, seeking you out, looking for signs of you on the counter or out the windows. More than anything, he hopes he hasnât completely severed his chances with you.Â
What if you woke up and regretted all of it? What if you woke up and despised him all of a sudden? That probably wouldnât surprise him, since thereâs plenty of anti-Jake sentiment being spread in the lab right now, and heâs never had too much of a good thing before it slips away somehow.
Still, thereâs a small crack inside of Jake that remains open with the possibility that maybe everything is fine.
Jake doesnât know how long heâs been staring out the window for before Grace speaks again, but when he looks over at her, heâs grateful that sheâs not looking at him already to catch him in his daydreaming.
âI donât hear you making that log, marine,â she says carefully, her eyes once again glued to her microscope. Itâs a wonder she doesnât just fall asleep next to the damn thing.Â
Jake tries his best to look casual as he rolls to the end of the lab and fiddles with the camera, asking, âWhereâs everyone else?â
Grace shuffles and swaps one of the samples under the microscope. âOutside. I sent Little Spellman out to collect a sample from the fyĂŹpmaut tree that we noticed on our first outdoor sweep. I think in the next few days, we might even get a bit of fruit from that sucker.â
âThatâs a squid fruit tree, by the way,â adds Norm, and Jake casts him a filthy glare that Norm unfortunately doesnât see since heâs got his nose buried in some papers.
âI know that,â Jake says in the calmest voice he can.
Does Norm forget that Jake goes through what burns down to a routine of drills with Neytiri on almost everything and anything the woman can think of that can be found on Pandora? From his, quote, âvaluable field researchâ, Jake thinks heâs learned more about Pandora and what you can find in the forest than Norm has in three years.
âI sent ChacĂłn out with her so she can stretch her legs,â Grace continues, having no energy to waste on trying to get Jake and Norm to coexist peacefully. âI donât think she even goes outside unless it's to fly, so itâll do her some good.â
Jake looks out the window again. He wishes he could at least see you â maybe that would make the twisting discomfort disappear. He tries very desperately to think about last night again, running his memory over every detail until he knows for sure that he wasnât overanalysing or even imagining the entire thing.
He likes you. You like him. He fucked you in the forest. He liked it a lot. You sounded like you liked it a lot. You looked sad to see him disappear before going inside. He didnât imagine any of that, did he?
Graceâs chair creaks menacingly and it makes Jake switch on the little camera quickly and start listing off whatever he did with Neytiri the day before. It would be hilarious if he were to accidentally mention the fact that he stretched out Normâs sister and filled her up with cum, but Jake has the decency to know that the timing isnât right.
Plus, he kind of wants Norm to figure it out for himself.Â
As he recites his day, all he can think about is how he wants Norm to find out â when heâs out on a pathetic patrol around the shack, maybe heâll get a whiff near the forest; god, Jake hopes youâre walking with a goddamn limp just to rub salt in the wound. There are too many ways, too many possibilities, and Jake has to work overtime to fight the grin that wants to appear on his face.Â
The story heâs sharing about tracking yerik through their shit isnât funny at all, and heâd hate to have to try and explain why heâs smirking while heâs telling it.Â
Jake canât think of anything else to say to drag on the log that Grace apparently wants so badly, so he calls it a day and switches off the camera. He then steals another glance out the window and is absolutely delighted when he can actually see you this time.
Youâre sprinting with Trudy back towards the lab while frantically looking up above your head. Jake canât even see the sky from where heâs sitting, and suddenly feels a pang of pity for you for having to sit in here until Grace essentially gives you the green light to go outside.Â
No wonder the stars had been so fascinating last night â you canât see anything through these frosted glass panes that the science department were forced to call windows.Â
Jake feels his heart pounding in his chest when the sound of the doorway pressurising fills the room, followed by Trudyâs relieved sigh as she whips off her exo-pack and takes a deep breath of air. But heâs not looking at her as desperately as he is at you, and Jake doesnât know if itâs the afterglow of fucking you last night or if itâs two months' worth of feelings rushing back towards him like a tidal wave, but you look so beautiful that it leaves him sitting there dumbly, taking it all in.
âFucking rain,â Trudy sighs, immediately b-lining for the fridge. Since they first got here, the fridge has expanded in size after a few trips back to Hells Gate for emergency supplies or board meetings Grace couldnât get herself out of, and now the fridge can store beers that Trudy is all too pleased about cracking open.
âGood timing,â notes Grace as she turns in her chair. âYou get it?â
âYep, here,â comes your voice, and Jake watches quietly as you hand Grace her priceless sample. âThe ground near that tree is really wet, though. If you want more samples, I wonât be going until the rain stops.â
âThat tree won't bear fruit until the end of the week, maybe,â Grace replies, waving her hand dismissively. ââŠThis is a good sample, Spellman, great eye.â
âThanks,â you laugh in reply.Â
Your back is still facing Jake, and each second you waste looking away from him makes Jake feel more impatient to see your eyes on him again. He watches very observantly as you stretch your arms up with a small groan, the bottom of your tank rising as you reach for the ceiling and iron out the aches in your bones.Â
Grace looks at you for a minute and her brows pinch. You clearly donât notice as you turn in Normâs general direction and make a comment about how terrible his notes were last night, but Grace doesnât stop eye-balling you until she throws a short glance at Jake and narrows her eyes.Â
He says nothing, dares not even move until Grace raises her eyebrows as if it will clear the calculating expression off her face. She sets the sample down on the counter and leans her weight on her elbow, reaching into her pocket for a cigarette.
âHey, youâve got a crazy ass rash on your chest, Spellman,â Grace says suddenly, and you whip around to look at her so quickly that Jake has to refrain from sighing in pity. âWhat happened?â
You peer down at your chest and Jake knows youâve remembered and by now noticed the mark on your chest that is shaped like Jakeâs mouth. For a second, thereâs a tense silence, and Jake feels his stomach turning, half out of anxiousness and half thrill â could this be? Could this be the moment everyone finds out?Â
He gives Norm a single look, but heâs not even interested in whatâs being said, for heâs rearranging the notes heâs been reading and turns to his binder of other random papers.
âOne of the samples Jake found for me kinda made me go all itchy,â you lie, very flawlessly too, and finally, you look at Jake.
Itâs as if a volt of electricity has been sent through him â Jake has no idea what has suddenly made him feel this way, but something tells him it might be last night; might be the fact that youâre the most beautiful person in the room, on Pandora, in the entire universe. His mouth goes dry.Â
âFngapsutxwll?â Grace asks, and when you look back with a gentle and clueless nod, she frowns and sneers at Jake, âI told you to avoid bringing her carnivorous plants, Jake!â
âI didnât know it was gonna make her break out in hives,â Jake replies. The lie is so natural that Grace scoffs loudly in reply.Â
He hasnât even brought you any fngapsutxwlls, and yet here he is, lying about it just for the sake of protecting this secret that more than anything, Jake wants your brother to know about.
âWhere is it?â asks Grace. âI need to document this.â
âI told you that taking samples from Jake was a bad idea,â Norm pipes up, giving you a sympathetic, tight-lipped smile.Â
âOh, quit bouncinâ my dick, Spellman,â Jake groans, looking away from you with reluctance when you peer over at him.
âYouâre a danger to this department. And a danger to my sister.â
âShut up, Norm,â you huff, marching towards Jake and wrapping your arms around his head in a way that somehow smushes the side of it against your chest. Hey, Jakeâs not complaining â he knows this is your own slight rebellion against your brother, but he will relish in this feeling and enjoy the displeasure that writes its way onto Normâs face.Â
âYour sisterâs quite capable of making her own decisions around here,â Grace says, her voice tired suddenly. âAnd the very last thing I wanna do is listen to you fucking assholes fighting. Itâs actually boring me. If youâre going to keep at it, Iâll send you back to the Gate, Norm, donât tempt me. If it werenât for the fact that this jarhead is days away from becoming one of the People, then believe me, heâd be back there faster than you can say Eywa. So knock it the fuck off.â
Message received: Norm all but deforms into a ball and rolls away to the bunks, with nothing to say for himself besides a disgruntled sigh as he disappears. Jake studies the sound of his footsteps as they stomp down the length of the metal corridor, but then he tunes his senses back to the feeling of your heartbeat lightly thudding against his temple, your hands cradling his head like a baby.Â
He savours the feeling for a long minute before pushing the boat out and snaking his hand up the back of your leg, pulling you closer against him.
For a second, Grace glances over at Jake once more and then gives you a warning look. âAnd donât encourage them, Spelly, youâre better than that.â
âSorry,â you laugh, and Jake melts into the soft curve of your breasts like a cold animal craving warmth. Grace spares another fleeting moment looking at you with her menacing beady eye, the same she likes to give Jake whenever he does something slightly wrong, and then she turns back to face her microscope, giving Jake the opening to press his fingernails into your bare legs and look up at you.
The expression on your face when you peer down at him makes a smile bloom across his mouth before he can even stop it. He tilts his head back appreciatively and takes it all in; the look of slight shyness on your face and the soft yet slightly cheeky grin where your mouth is.Â
Little Spellman, his woman â decorated with the imprint of his mouth on your tit, a kind of ethereal glow on your skin that he knows he helped put there.Â
For a moment, despite all of the thoughts whirling around in Jakeâs head, he canât think of anything to say to you. All he can think of saying is something absurdly stupid about last night, but heâs acutely aware of Grace on the other side of the room, and Trudy floating in and out of the hallway as if she canât quite decide on where to go.
Slowly, and then all at once, you unravel yourself from Jake and push away to lean your lower back against the lab desk.Â
His eyes wander all over your face before you ask, âSleep well, Sully?â
He sighs from the back of his throat, like heâs thinking, and then relaxes slightly.
âBest nightâs sleep in a while,â he replies, folding his arms, watching the way your eyes glimpse down at the very slight curve of his biceps â theyâre nothing on his avatarâs physique, but he finds with amazement that you somehow still find something to look at with fondness.Â
He has no idea why you like him so much, or why youâre still looking at him like that despite having been tangled with his avatar just last night. On one hand, he knows itâs flattering that somebody likes everything he doesnât about himself, from his boring personality to his dumbness to his disability. On the other hand, Jake knows that you could do ten thousand times better than with him â even if he factors in the Naâvi body that he suddenly feels more comfortable in than his real one.
âI didnât even hear you get back in,â Trudy says, deciding to stick in this part of the lab rather than enter the dark lair of sulk that Norm has channeled in the bunks. She drags one of the low stools over with an obnoxious screech, and Jake has to tell himself itâs fine.Â
He likes Trudy, likes that sheâs a good friend and takes his side on things, but right now, he just wants her to go away; he wants everyone to go away so that he can steal five extra seconds with you before he has to roll back to the link unit and find Neytiri.Â
âWell, I thought Iâd be considerate and roll by everyoneâs bunk extra quietly,â Jake replies. âYou guys were out like lights.â
âI feel like all I do is sleep around here,â Trudy mutters.
âYouâre welcome to join us on our study later,â Grace offers.
But Trudy cringes. âCanât say Iâll be much help in a lab, doc.â
âNo, weâre collecting wet samples later,â Grace explains. âThe rain tank will refill our recycled water, but I need to patch up the reserve tank with Norm while weâre out. Little Spellman here will take cuttings from the forest out back, and we could use a lookout just in case any unwanted visitors join us.â
âI didnât know about this,â you say confusedly. âWhen did we decide this?â
âJust now, I decided,â replies Grace. âWhile Jakeâs out doing his shit, we need to do ours. Hope you packed your raincoat, Spelly.â
Paying no attention at all to the string of groans that come from your direction, Jake looks out the window again and gives himself a few seconds to think.Â
If he manages to land a clean kill today with Neytiri, then heâll be choosing his own ikran tomorrow. It is the single most important part of becoming an Omatikaya warrior, according to what heâs deduced from Neytiriâs repeated stress of the whole rite, and the pressing necessity of Jake perfecting his kills has been made his top priority by two women in his life; the woman showing him the ropes and the scientist beating his ass if he misses a video log.
But Jake has carved out a part of his mind and left it open in your name. More than anything else, he wants to stay here and watch you frantically running around in the rain cutting little leaves, talking shit about cells, looking awkwardly at where he fucked you last night in the very forest Grace is making you turn into a new study.Â
On top of all that, Jake wants to be there when Norm takes his first whiff of the seeds planted for Jakeâs revenge â oh, god, how he wants to see the sinking look of realisation on Normâs face when he catches Jakeâs scent all over his sisterâŠ
âWhy are you still here, marine?â cuts Graceâs annoyed voice as he glances to the side and sees that the scientist is glaring at him like heâs paâli shit on her shoes. âDonât you have animals to hunt?â
Jake sighs through his nose and glances back at you. He wants to do what you asked of him, to tell you he likes you so much itâs making him go insane, how last night was incredible, how he wished you had rolled over and seen him before he went to sleep. But he doesnât. Nowâs not the time, and Jake all of a sudden thinks that heâs behaving like a freak and he moves to roll himself towards the link unit at the far of the link chamber.
As he busies himself by flicking all the necessary switches and deliberately taking longer than normal to get everything ready, he keeps his ears trained on the conversation happening behind him.
âWeâll have to work overtime on the new samples,â Grace says as she slides yet another sample under the microscope. âParkerâs calling us in for a routine meeting and inspection of our data tomorrow. Jakeâs doing his Omatikaya training, but Parker will be expecting results to justify the rest of us coming all the way out here.â
âWhat, all of us are going?â Norm has decided to reappear from the bunks, much to Jakeâs dismay.
Grace hums â she probably nods too, knowing her, but Jake makes it a point not to look as though not to blow his cover of listening in. âIf I have to go, you guys will suffer with me.â
Jake feels the cavern in his chest hollow out even more.Â
âSoâŠJakeâs just staying here?â Norm asks, confused. ââŠIs that safe?â
âYou worried about me, Norm?â Jake calls.
Norm probably frowns â yup: Jake turns and sees that sinister scowl on his face. âSomehow, youâd find a way, just like always. But weâre all the way up in the Hallelujah Mountains.â
âFunnily enough, I knew that, Norm,â says Grace.
âIf something happens, Jake will need someone,â Norm continues, and for once, Jake actually agrees. If something were to happen with the link unit or the pressurising system, Jake wouldnât know the first thing about fixing any of it â that is if he even got out of the unit without falling or dying.Â
But now that Norm has mentioned it, Jakeâs body fills with dread. Is Norm suggesting that he stay behind with Jake? Then his thoughts spiral: did Norm already know? Was he planning a whole thing to confront Jake or get him back? Norm didnât strike Jake as the type to outright murder somebody, but hey, he wouldnât put it past him to try somehow.Â
Grace contemplates the idea for a moment and takes her time glancing over at Jake and then back at Norm. âGood point. You stay here, then.â
âCan I stay instead?â you interrupt, and Jake looks at you so quickly he fears he might get whiplash as a result.
Grace eyeballs you curiously, as does Norm.Â
âWhy?â Norm questions in a rather curt tone.
âNo offence, but I havenât met Parker since our orientation in the Avatar Program when we were students, and pretty much all of our conclusive research is made up of your notes, anyway. I can stay here and manage the lab, continue my own research, and make sure Jake gets in and out of the unit alright once heâs done.â You glance at Grace for good measure, âIâm reliable. But when it comes to talking to the guys in charge, you might be better off with Norm.â
If Grace thinks what youâve said is suspicious, then she doesnât show it. After all, youâre right, and everybody in the lab knows it. Jake, for one, knows how reliable you can be around the lab.Â
Heâs not biased, but he knows that youâre a far more trustworthy scientist than Norm is when it comes to checking the systems, keeping the lab clean and tidy, doing all of your chores and completing your logs, and in general, keeping the entire shack functioning as normal while everybody else is busy.Â
He also knows how shy you can get, particularly with your work. Not even a few hours ago, you had tried to downplay your interest in the Naâvi to justify Normâs graduation into the Avatar Driver program, and he canât think of a single time youâve told somebody that their research isnât as important as your own. In fact, Jake isnât even one hundred percent sure what youâre interested in when youâre not aiding everybody elseâs research.
More importantly than any of that, Jake knows that you staying behind in the shack while everybody else flies out for an overnight at Hellâs Gate is particularly advantageous. It spells the perfect setting for the next stage of his so-called ârevengeâ, although heâs beginning to believe that soon enough, Jake will be fucking you for more than the thrill of it pissing Norm off.
Jake blinks and finds you looking at him, as if trying to coax a word or two of support from his mouth. He throws you a simple smile and angles his head towards Grace.
âItâs a no-brainer who Iâd rather be spending a night with,â he says. Then he immediately cringes on the inside â that came out horribly wrong, no matter how truthful it may have actually been.
But still, Grace doesnât think twice about the otherwise nasty implications of his words. Instead, she shrugs and turns to the janky coffee machine that is tucked nearby to a selection of mason jars by the mini microwave.
âWait, wait, wait. Youâre saying you willingly want to spend a whole night in this remote shack with Jake?â Norm asks, looking at you as if youâve grown a third head. âAlone?â
âWhat would be so bad about it?â you reply casually. âHeâll hardly be here, anyway. Besides, if he pisses me off, Iâll just kick him out of his chair and leave him somewhere.â
Jake laughs, âRude? I thought you liked my wheelchair.â
âWhatever,â Grace announces, just before you get the chance to reply with something witty to make Jake laugh in return. âWeâll be back as soon as the day breaks. ChacĂłn says she needs VFR to get through the mountains, so weâll play it safe. As long as you can hold out until then, Spelly, then go ahead.â
The sound of the link unit whirring to life makes Jake jump slightly, and he reluctantly glances away to punch in the data on the screen while the rest of the lab busy themselves in their usual routine.Â
Jake canât believe it. He could not have predicted a more perfect result.
Tomorrow, thereâll be nobody else besides you and him.
It is quite literally perfect news.
As Jake hears Norm begin his on-brand rant over how you should be cautious around an idiot like himself, he allows himself the simple pleasure of grinning wickedly to himself, feigning innocence as he very carefully looks at you again out the corner of his eye.Â
After a while of fighting off your brother, you eventually look back at Jake and smile, so radiantly and mischievously that he immediately knows that whatever heâs thinking, youâre thinking too.
He heaves himself up and lets Grace think sheâs God incarnated by helping him nestle down in the unit, all while he savours the last few minutes he has letting his mind be swarmed with thoughts of tomorrow â thoughts of him with you wrapped in his arms, nobody around to watch, nothing in the world to keep him from claiming you as his own all over again.
Following Graceâs orders isnât often a challenge for you â in fact, being given instructions on what to do has become a reliable part of your daily schedule, and it just so happened that you did a lot of what Grace asked without any fuss at all. But right now, youâre having a hard time understanding just why taking samples of a few wet leaves is in any way necessary.
Since earlier that morning, the rain has transformed into a torrential downpour; the raincoat covering your entire body is drenched through, the hood tightened so intensely around your face that it shadows the outline of your exo-pack comically. Still, you practically glare down at the pamtseowll taking lashes from the rain, its catty appearance looking pathetically sad as you snip a segment off and secure it in the sample bag, huffing as you go along.
Everybody in the laboratory has their own interests, their own research to conduct. Grace has been working on a dense study of forest fauna since you arrived on Pandora, and now Norm has decided to work on a branch of research concerning the fauna and its changes when in contact with rainfall.
So far, heâs accumulated a valuable cache of research, and yet, here you are, collecting his samples while he stands on his blue tip-toes and helps Grace fix the faulty water reserve tank.
You canât even think of the last time anybody offered to help you out with your own research. In a way, the only helpful person has been Jake, and thatâs only by a stretch. The variety of cuttings or entire uprooted plants that he brings you after his hours and hours spent on the ground and in the village have been the subjects of your research, but dying plants flattened and prodded in a lab only communicate so much at a time.
Being out here, in the open field, would be the most beneficial if it werenât for Graceâs restrictive âfield hoursâ.Â
With a frown, you pop open a small sample tube and carefully angle it underneath another pamtseowll, catching a generous amount of rainwater and firmly sealing it closed. Youâve snipped and sliced a dozen different plants, shadowed by Trudy and her chorus of equally unamused sighs, before Grace and Norm successfully patch up the tank and join you.
âFelinafolia ferrugenia,â says Grace as she stands over your shoulder. She looks annoyingly refreshed considering the onslaught of rain, dressed in a large raincoat of her own but with her legs on display, her shorts the only clothing she appreciates when in her avatar. âCat ear. Another great sample, Spellman.â
You grunt in reply. Based on the way Grace busies herself with one of the starfishing pxiwll plants instead of replying, you predict she hasnât heard your complaints, and so you stomach another sigh and crouch over another plant.
âHow many cuttings do you want, Norm?â you ask, teeth chattering in the cold.
âAs many as we can before all the bags fill up,â Grace replies instead. She jerks her head towards the deeper forest and suggests moving inwards. And honestly, youâd want to, if it werenât for the fact that sheâs currently prowling towards the same lay of forest that Jake took you to last night, and the nerves root you to the spot.
Itâs the very last place youâd rather visit with your boss, your brother, and a friendly yet sometimes intimidating aviator pilot. Your eyes close in on the familiar jag of the rock, feeling your heartbeat tremble as Grace approaches it without a care in the world.Â
Trudy passes by you with a confused curve of her eyebrows, already stepping in Graceâs oversized footprints and making her way into the concealed cover of trees and branches, and it is only when Norm drops to a crouch beside you that you finally tear your eyes from the rock and look at him.
Normâs eyebrows are low, a ripple deepening across his forehead as he stares at you, like one would a tricky puzzle in the newspaper. His eyes flicker up and down the raincoat analytically, his lip curling in distaste before he inhales, nostrils flaring, and bites out, âWhy do you smell like that?â
Your heart is hammering so loudly that it makes your chest ache, and around the gigantic lump in your throat, you gape at Norm and manage to ask, âLike what?â
âLike⊠I donât know, all weird,â he continues, looking perplexed and disturbed at the same time. âLike. Musky. Like⊠No. I donât know, but itâs weird. I donât even know what you smell like, but itâs not normal.â
Without having to put too much thought into it, youâre confident that you know exactly what and who you smell like. A certain oversized ex-marine who Norm just so happens to hate all of a sudden.Â
It shocks you how scared Normâs assessment makes you feel. Of course, you knew that the Naâvi had an incredibly heightened sense of smell, and had that fact confirmed yesterday with Jake sniffing the damp spot between your legs, but you somehow didnât expect Norm to be able to smell any difference on you.Â
This is exactly what Jake wanted to happen; you gauge Normâs facial expressions for a long time, trying to figure out if heâs made any connections yet, but he continues to sniff at you in disgust, permanently confused by what the hell it could even be.
âAre you sure itâs not just the raincoat?â you ask lamely, taking a pointed look down at the waxy coat enveloping you. âIt was just in one of the supply boxes, it probably smells really weird since itâs been in storage for a while.â
Norm inches closer and takes a massive inhale.
âI guess it could be the coat,â Norm decides slowly, watching you as you hover for a moment before stepping off to follow Grace and Trudy. All of a sudden, being over there is better than being here, being interrogated by Norm.
Still, he doesnât get the hint and he says as he follows you, âBut itâs just strange. Itâs so strong.â
âIf you keep going on about it, itâs gonna hurt my feelings,â you tell him, hoping that he might shut up and spare you the anxiety of him figuring it out. âYou trying to say I stink?â
âYeah,â Norm replies dumbly. âBecause you do. You usually smell fine, I know what body wash you use because I steal it all the time.â
âRight,â you drawl, peering at him from the corner of your eye as you both near the others. Trudy tosses her head over her shoulder and startles at the sight of Norm, as if she forgot he was even there and slowly creeping up behind her.Â
For a moment, you wish you had the ability to forget about Norm, but even when he crouches next to Grace and assists in marvelling over a rather average-looking moss blanket, you canât help but anxiously stare at both of them, as if waiting for something more to be said.
Itâs not as if you regret any of last night. On the contrary, you think it might have altered your body chemistry and made you more desperate. While your first tumble with Jake hadnât been in the way you expected, or even in the form of Jake you were most used to, thereâs nothing you can say to make you convince yourself that it was a mistake. Since when did mistakes feel that good?
Your embarrassingly long crush on Jake has been dragged out until now, and quite frankly, the last thing you want to do is suppress the elation you feel about finally taking the next step with him; to finally hold his attention, to be someone he actually feels interested in.
To be âhis womanâ, to hear Jake say that you were one of the only things ever keeping him from throwing his life into being Naâvi felt like a dream last night, and even now, in his absence, all you can think about is how badly you want him back here, how badly you want him.
But not at the cost of total humiliation. If Norm were to turn around right now and accuse you of the truth, you genuinely believe you might die from embarrassment. Itâs one thing sleeping with Jake Sully, but itâs another thing entirely to be found out for sleeping with Jakeâs avatar.Â
Is it even safe?Â
Instead of helping Grace and Norm in their collection of samples, you fall deeper and deeper into your spiral of thoughts. Youâre so deeply immersed in them that several minutes go by and Grace and Norm have moved a few feet closer to the rock, studying the moss that creeps up the jagged edges, moss you felt on your back last night. And yet, you still donât startle out of your thoughts â at least not until a dark shadow falls over you, and Trudy jumps around with wide eyes before groaning with annoyance.
âHow the hell did you get here so quietly?â Trudy snaps, and the distress in her voice makes you turn your head over your shoulder. When you see a strangely slender blue waist in front of your eyes, you jump too and look up to find Jakeâs face hidden in a slight shadow.
When he looks away from Trudy and finds your eyes behind the glare on the exo-pack, his mouth widens into a giant smirk, and despite the shivering cold of the stormy weather, you feel your body flush with a sudden warmth.
God, sleeping on the fact of what you did with Jake did not make the yearning go away.Â
Jake shrugs. âAt least I know my trainingâs paying off.â
At that, Grace acknowledges Jake standing behind you and turns to face him with her hands on her thighs. âOh. Marine. Why are you here? Arenât you supposed to be hunting?â
âIâm done for the day,â he announces, his grin widening, if it were even possible. You take the moment to soak up the sight of him in his Omatikaya attire â the rain sliding across his wide torso, looking a shade darker in the dim light, the very faint glimmer of his freckles creating a stitch work of light across his skin. When Grace asks why, he tells her, âIâm ready.â
Grace gasps â she sounds happy, and after your eyes linger for a fleeting second on the wet cloth hanging across Jakeâs crotch, you turn to face her.Â
âReally?â she asks.
Jake nods. âMy iknimaya is tomorrow morning.â
Grace laughs disbelievingly and rises to stand, her hands falling to her hips while Norm remains all but glued to the floor, his eyes glazed with envy as he glances at Jake.
âOh, thatâs wonderful, Jake!â Grace laughs again. âReally. Well done.â
âNice work, man!â Trudy adds, nodding her head at Jake. âYou a tough warrior now, huh?â
You hear Jake snickering behind you, the noise making you shudder. Thankfully, itâs still raining, so you hope it looks like youâre cold rather than on edge about the avatar behind you.Â
âYou walked all the way here to tell us that?â asks Grace, sounding genuinely curious as she turns back to Norm and quite literally yanks up a whole plant. âWhy?â
âNah. Neytiri wanted to show me the basic route for tomorrow morning,â Jake explains. You can hear him shuffling around behind you, but youâve become rooted to the spot facing away from him. âTsuâtey pretty much hates me. Heâll be gagging for the chance to abandon me before we even get to the rookery.â
Grace makes a noise of agreement, which launches her into a serious discussion of how Jake needs to respect Tsuâtey more in order to receive more respect in return. From behind you, Jake groans playfully, although lets Grace continue her presentation on why Tsuâtey is a good leader (not that Jake ever said he wasnât), and you intensely watch Norm lean his arm on the wedge of rock you recognise from last night until you become aware of the fact that the rain has slowed â or at least above you, it has.
Craning your head up, you notice Jakeâs hands hovering over your head, as if acting as some kind of personal umbrella. Heâs still looking at Grace when you peer at his face, but instinctively, like he felt you looking, his eyes flicker downwards to yours and he smiles again, his eyes halving into curves.Â
Yep. The yearning has definitely persisted.
âDonât stay too long, Jake, youâll have to take yourself back down to the village before the storm picks up,â Grace says after her rant has stretched for at least five minutes on the value of Tsuâteyâs comradeship.
âYeah. Though Neytiri says itâs almost passed,â Jake replies, adjusting his footing behind you, his hands unmoving.Â
âIs Neytiri here?â you decide to ask suddenly. Hey, you canât help but feel curious about the woman who has been helping Jake get to where he currently is.
You somehow miss the confused scrunch of Jakeâs eyebrows, as though he finds the question completely irrelevant.
âSheâsâŠaround,â he says. âOn her ikran somewhere. Practically left me all by myself.â
âWell, I imagine she has better things to do,â says Grace, sparing you the humiliation of coming up with a reason for even bringing her up in the first place, other than to just be nosey. You picture Neytiri stalking the lot of you from a perch with her ikran, trying to figure out if the Sky People keeping Jakeâs human body alive are worthy to be left alone in the beautiful Ayram alusĂŹng.
The mention of Neytiri seems to set something off inside Grace, who was apparently looking for any excuse to talk about the village again. She turns around on her haunches and begins another lengthy discussion on the Omatikaya and their ikran, all while Norm scowls into his sample pouches and Trudy steps away from you all to glare at the unassuming grey sky.
You are uncomfortably aware of Jakeâs figure still looming over you, his hands sheltering you from the spitting rain and his tail occasionally curling around his leg to jab into your waist playfully.
Thereâs nothing to fear with Jake, nothing to fear of his potential interest in other people, and you banish the thoughts before they take up permanent residence. Youâre better than that. And besides, if Jake didnât really want you, he wouldnât be acting like a Naâvi umbrella just for your convenience, wouldnât be having so much trouble stopping himself from grinning down at you every once in a while.
A gust of cool air pushes its way through the forest, and you shudder dramatically, hoping it might guilt Grace out of the trees and back into the labs. Instead, she snorts, tells you to suck it up, and snaps at Norm for manhandling a sample, all before you feel a warmth surge behind you and two large, blue arms securing around your body.
Before you can even process it, youâre between Jakeâs thighs, the large and solid expanse of his torso flat against your back and his cheek against the wet waxy material of your hood. You peer around the side of your coat to find his face, almost jumping when his big golden eyes are staring back at you.
âDonât catch a cold, Spelly,â Jake says, his taut muscles tightening around you. He smirks at the fleeting look you throw in the groupâs direction and purses his lips in an effort not to laugh at how funny everything is. How Norm is leaning against the rock he fucked you on and has no idea. How beautifully hilarious it is to see.
âFamous last words,â you reply, teeth chattering.
âThen go inside, grumpy,â Grace huffs, waving her arm in a flamboyant gesture, âSully, walk Spellman back before you head to the village, will you?â
Jake shrugs, your body moving with him as he does so. It feels strange to be wrapped up in his arms so openly, with no rush or thrill of being caught through a window or a sniff. Norm looks purple with rage as he glares daggers into Jakeâs face, though Jakeâs barely looking at Norm, not when his much more favourable sibling is so close and pretty in his face like this.
He very gracefully moves to a stand, his hands moving from your body with reluctance before he reaches out, fingers widening and curling as he grabs for your own. Shyly, you reach to take it, hearing Norm mutter something not-so-graceful under his breath and stepping in Jakeâs shadow to follow as he makes his way with you back towards the lab.
The muddy ground squelches under Jakeâs feet, but with the way he walks so carelessly, itâs as though he has already become acclimatised to the Naâvi ways. And, you have to admit, he sports the village clothing with class and style.
Jakeâs beads clink together as he turns his head in an incline to see you.Â
âTell me it was everything I hoped for,â he says suddenly, and as you spot the cocky little smirk on his mouth, you laugh and shake your head, already knowing what heâs asking about.
âNorm said I smelled weird. I tried my best not to be offended.â
Jake sniggers, âThat man has no idea.â Looking pleased, Jake swings your intertwined hands and adds quickly, âAnd you just smell like me. I like it.â
âYou would like it.â
âIn the village, couples smell like each other all the time,â he says, a bit too casually, and you sideways glance at him. âLike, to lay claim.â
âI donât think you have to worry about laying claims when the only other man I see on a daily basis is literally my brother,â you remind him.
âYeah. But, still. The idea,â Jake shrugs. âIsnât it nice?â
The both of you round the corner of the lab and disappear from sight of the scientists back in the forest, now totally concealed behind the front of the lab and the drab look of the short grass and mud. On the bright side, the rain is slowing considerably, which is probably the only reason why youâre not cringing when you have to look up at Jake just to see his face.
âYou know Neytiri has zero interest in me, right?â
You refrain from groaning. âI know, Jake.â
âOkay, âcause maybe it wasnât obvious, so Iâm just sayingââ
âLetâs not⊠Weâre not gonna do that, okay?â you say, cringing at the fact you brought it up in the first place. âI get it.â
âYouâre sure?â
âJake,â you laugh, pausing. What can you even say?Â
He shifts slightly. âI told you that scientists are more my thing, and you know, what I meant by that wasââ
âI know,â you groan, waving your hands desperately, âand I believe you. Donât make this weird, Jake.â
Mercifully, he surrenders, holding up his hands to announce his resignation from the point. For a few more seconds, he stares at you, assesses every flinch or twitch of features on your face, and seems relieved when he finds nothing that indicates youâre upset with him.
Better than that, he completely sets aside the conversation; he smiles genuinely, as close to innocent as Jake can get, and then his eyes avert to the ground and he runs his tongue across the inside of his cheek.
Before the silence stretching between you can fester into anything else, you announce your leave with a heavy sigh and twist towards the doors.
âGet out of here, big guy,â you tell him, already punching in one of the codes to access the pressure chamber. âIâll try and stay up to see you tonight.â
âYeah right,â he teases, still in the same position you left him in. âMy sleepy girl. Couldnât manage it last night, I was gone like fifteen minutes.â
âFifteen precious minutes of sleep,â you say, watching Jakeâs grin widen as the doors slide open and in you go. Thereâs no need for a goodbye; youâll see him again later.
As soon as youâre inside of the lab again, you waste zero time in climbing out of the horribly drab coat and leaving it to dry in a cupboard that Grace hangs wet clothes in from time to time. The wax wonât run properly through the laundry machines, and so you leave it there, thankful that no rain seeped through to your clothes underneath, and shudder at the temperature change once back inside the strange comfort of the lab.
Dutifully, you place a bag of samples next to one of the microscopes, and youâre about to fish out a towel to head straight for the showers when you catch a glimpse of something blue outside the window â Jake, bending over to peer into the lab, tapping his finger on the glass to get your attention.
You look at him questioningly. Then, you watch in disbelief and amusement as Jake grins, puts his fisted hands down by his abdomen and then lifts them up to his shoulders. It takes a moment of confusion before it clicks â this motherfucker is asking you to lift up your shirt.
Jake nods, no doubt laughing to himself outside the lab as you gape at him. Perhaps you misunderstood him, but the look of eager anticipation and smugness on Jakeâs face tells you otherwise.Â
You look at the window to the right of you, paranoid that any of the three people you live with happen to be approaching the lab. The fear of someone like your brother or your boss seeing you with your tits out for the enjoyment of a massive flirt like Jake Sully blurs into thrill, and just to see him grin like he did last night, you laugh to yourself and fist the bottom of your shirt, rolling it up and over your breasts until they fall out on display.
You look at Jake expectantly. He peers closer, his fangs displayed as he smiles so wide you think his face might split into two, and after a long, drawn-out moment of ogling them, Jake finds your eyes and nods appreciatively, raising one thumb for good measure.
Your shirt is back down over your breasts by the time Jake is standing upright and stalking towards the edge of the cliffs, a speed in his step. Waiting until heâs completely out of view, you watch him disappear past the drop and spin back to stare at nothing in particular, until a ripple of laughter bubbles out of you uncontrollably, your face unbelievably hot.
The possibility of the shower running cold all of a sudden sounds kind of appealing.
True to his word, Jake makes it back to the labs just after youâve eaten, and is subject to Graceâs maternal fussing as she thrusts a food pouch into his lap and watches him until the contents have been devoured. Jake would need all of his energy for tomorrow â the first crucial steps were to be well-fed and well-rested.
âWhatâll happen once youâre one of the People?â you ask Jake, comfortably nestled on one of the deck chairs that Grace found in storage that has been set up in the corner of the lab designated for eating and talking.
From spending a few months with Grace, everybody has become neutralised to her obsessive habit of separating her needs in her living space â somewhere to eat and talk, somewhere to work; somewhere to link up, somewhere to bathe, somewhere to sleep.
Jake shrugs with a smile. âI guess thatâll be it. Iâll have my ikran, theyâll throw me a little party, Iâll have suitors dancing at my feetâŠâ
You smirk, eyebrows raised playfully. âMighty bachelor.â
âBut thatâs not important, is it, Jake?â Grace interrupts pointedly.
âNo,â he replies in genuine agreement. âThe first course of action will, of course, be making Grace the boss. Thereâll be a school in the village by next week.â
âHar, har,â replies Grace sarcastically. She takes a swig of her beer and smiles. âI just meant that relations are important. If we can do anything to establish friendly alliances with the People, it saves a whole lot of bloodshed and pain.â
âI hear you,â Jake assures her. âI am excited for my party, though.â
âGotta pass first,â Norm says, balancing a pencil on his upper lip. âEasier said than done.â
âHey, I just thought of my first plan of action. How about you do everything Iâve just done Norm? Iâd love to see you try,â Jake says.Â
Now that heâs already bedded you and is fairly certain of the longing twist in his stomach being there as a physical reminder of his feelings for you, Jakeâs not really interested in letting Norm treat him like a loser anymore.
Norm just throws a middle finger in Jakeâs direction. Before Normâs usual dark and depressing energy pollutes the good vibes in the room, you quickly jump back into the conversation.Â
âI wanna go to your party,â you say.
âGrace can come,â Jake replies sympathetically, his lips vanishing into a downturned frown. âIf you have time and find a link unit in the Gate, then youâre welcome, Neytiri said so.â
âWhat about me? While you two are out getting drunk, Iâll be here, what, on my own?â
âSorry, Spelly,â Jake frowns. âHey, how about we paint you blue and try and sneak you in? Might pass as a Naâvi child if youâre lucky.â
âCharmingâŠâ
You tune out of Graceâs promises to make it to Jakeâs party â if one even happens in the first place â and focus your attention on Jake.
Youâve only been in close proximity with Jakeâs avatar for less than two days, but already, youâre making out the shape of his Naâvi features in his real ones. When he laughs, his head tilts up in the same way it did last night; his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as he tries to reign the laughter in, the crease near his eyes as he purses his lips, the angle of his head when he finds your eyes locked on him once he does a scan of the people in the lab.
All it took was one night with his avatar to completely amplify the feelings you have for him. And all it took was one night in his avatar to breathe his own feelings into reality.
By the time Jake has made his way to the bathroom after pulling the short straw and being the last one in there, youâre already cocooned in bed, staring up at the fuzzy darkness intensified by Trudyâs top bunk.Â
With Trudy cleaning her pistols and Grace and Norm making sure all of their notes are in order for the early flight out to Hellâs Gate tomorrow, you focus your attention on the sounds of Jake in the small bathroom â the sounds of him brushing his teeth and cursing when he knocks something off a shelf, the little squeak of his wheels as he does his best to move around.Â
Your heart is hammering twice its usual pace when the light vanishes and his wheels grow louder as they amble towards the bunks.
Cracking open one eye, you just about make him out in the faint light cast by your overhead lamp. He rolls into view, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, although his features even out and he relaxes once he confirms that your eyes are, in fact, still open.
âGot me worried for a sec,â he says quietly. Everyone is still up, and he canât risk giving them yet another reason to cockblock him.
âJust in time. I was dozing off,â you reply, nose wrinkling as you laugh at the roll of his eyes.Â
Jake adjusts himself, leaning down on his elbows as they mould into the thin mattress and cushion by your side. You shuffle, shifting your head to look at him as his eyes flicker across your face.Â
He supports his face with his hand pressed into his cheek, the other hand lifting to ghost across your face, lightly trailing over your hairline. There is a slight vacancy in his eyes, like his mind is full of thoughts that are taking his attention elsewhere, and for a moment, you wonder what to even say until his eyes snap back down to yours and his hand on his cheek moves.
His finger and thumb shift to squish your cheeks together, bringing your mouth into a pucker as he leans his head down and plants a kiss on your lips.
Jake breaks away after a moment, barely creating a distance between you before he kisses you again, and again. His hand releases your cheeks and with the other, he gently strokes the top of your head, all so softly itâs as though making any sudden movements might cause you to jump away.Â
Thereâs a faint taste of toothpaste on your mouth when Jake pulls away, your eyes still closed for a second longer than his as he maps your expression, not even trying to hide his pleased smile when they do open to the sight of his face still hanging over yours.
Jake steals another quick kiss on your chin, heaving himself back up with a forced and slightly dramatic groan.
âIâll see you tomorrow night, then,â he tells you quietly, his voice suddenly hoarse as though kissing you has winded him. His chest is falling a bit more unevenly than before â has kissing you left Jake with the same fluttery feeling as it has with you?
You nod, your teeth tugging on your bottom lip to prevent the blinding smile from shining through. Youâve gotta leave him with a little bit of yearning â he canât have it too easy.
âReally hope you donât die in the morning,â you reply.
He laughs unexpectedly. âYou know what? Me too.â
The lab is silent.
After so many weeks of being surrounded by the noise of other people, it is jarring to be alone. The metal lab groans in the wind, the frosty glass rattling as it gusts past the container you now call home. Outside, the front of the cliffside the shack is perched upon is glowing vibrantly, pulsing with energy, but unlike a few days ago, you have no desire to head outside, all too content in the toasty warmth youâve curated in the lab.
You try not to feel too alone â in the link chamber, Jake is in deep like a tick, probably partying with the clan. With no distress calls from Grace and no disturbances from Jakeâs most likely agonising session in the unit, you assume that all went well with Jakeâs iknimaya. He must be buzzing, light and dizzy with whatever native alcohol heâs been rewarded with.
Meanwhile, here you are, waiting for one of your watercolour paintings to dry. A quiet night in the lab constitutes a well-earned night off, although you could consider your relaxing drawings of yesterdayâs sample research if you really needed to.Â
With your knee up by your chest, you swirl the lab chair in a lazy circle whilst you wait, listening to the silence grow tinny as it stretches on. It occurs to you that you actually donât enjoy being alone the way you used to. Youâve grown so accustomed to noise that without it, the world feels hopelessly lonely. You find with shock and horror that you even miss Norm complaining about everything, followed by some fancy Grace quip or Trudy laugh.Â
You donât know how much longer Jake may be in there for. A couple more minutes? Hours? The longer you stare in the direction of the link chamber, the more anxious you feel.
So, maybe being all alone in the Hallelujah Mountains wasnât what you dreamed it was going to be, except for the opportunity it gave you to colour a few pictures of stems and flower buds.
Sighing, you dab your little finger into one of the dry petal paintings and swirl the paintbrush in the water again, deciding to start on colouring in some of the bioluminescence outside into a spare square of space. In no way, shape or form are you an artist, but the painting calms you, and welcomingly takes your mind off the fact that youâve been alone in this lab pretty much since you woke up this morning.Â
The paintbrush flicks over where youâre trying to imagine a tawtsngal from memory to spruce up the otherwise dull-looking painting of the view in front of you, and youâre just about to dip the paintbrush into the water to dilute the colour when you hear a rumble outside the shack.
Never a good sign.
You still, listening: the shack rattles twice, the table shaking, and for a moment you consider the possibility of there being a landslide nearby. With wide eyes, you jump up off your chair and rush to the window, peering out into the vibrant dark to check for any fallen rocks, but you see nothing besides grass and plants, and an even darker outline of jagged wings landing where Trudy normally lands her ship.
The ikran manifests into shape, a map of twinkling white freckles settling down in the short grass and screeching out in the night. You try to manage your breathing as you take in its sheer size; it raises up and screeches again, digging the speared claws under its spread of wing into the soft dirt beneath it and it bows down.Â
For a moment, it does not register to you that someone is climbing down off their back until you see their starry shape jogging towards the window â your eyes are still glued to the proud ikran showing off in the night, settling down in one of the low yet fluffed out trees near the fyĂŹpmaut tree Grace has become infatuated with.
When your eyes finally snap over to the approaching Naâvi, you let out an embarrassingly loud sigh of relief when you realise itâs Jake, followed by a strangled noise of shock when you realise, yet again, that itâs Jake. Avatar Jake. Big, blue and beautiful Jake, who is currently punching in a string of numbers into the door and letting himself inside the lab.
Your hands are trembling like crazy when the air pressurises around him, and you almost donât even know what to do when the inside door unlocks and swings open, and in he comes. Jake glances around the lab in a crouch, looking somewhat uncomfortable as if he forgot just how large he was, and he grins when he finds you.
âHey, my hĂŹâi syulang,â he calls, his hands reaching in a fumble under the emergency exo-packs to fetch one of the AAS-RO2s secured in a rack underneath. They were rarely used unless Grace or Norm needed to for some reason bring their avatars inside for something and were too lazy to wake up and do it in their human bodies, and for some reason, seeing Jake fiddle with one and actually get it to work despite having never touched one before feels absurd to you.
You hum with interest once heâs successfully geared up, smiling when he looks at you for approval.
âHey, yourself. You got good with Naâvi.â
âPractise makes perfect,â he shrugs, though looks too cocky for his own good now that youâve complimented him on it.
âIâm not tiny, by the way. Youâre just huge.â
âYep,â Jake grins, stepping towards you with two equally huge strides. His eyes catch sight of the drawings on top of the table and he drops to a comfortable crouch by your side, his brows high as he asks, âAw, you colouring?â
You scoff quietly. âItâs research. Botanical, legitimate research.â
His hands skim through the pages with interest and he hums. âLooks fun.â When he looks up, itâs outside of the window, and you follow his gaze back to the resting ikran outside. âWanna draw him? Heâs real cute.â
âI see you survived your iknimaya in one piece, mighty warrior,â you reply, feeling the muscles of his arms with a teasing smile, and Jake looks at you from the side and his gaze softens. âHow was your party, then?â
âGood,â he nods thoughtfully, gaze averting as he looks one more time at his ikran before dedicating his attention solely on you. After all, you are what he came here for in the first place, if not to show off to then just to see. His eyes find yours again and he brushes one of his hands up over your forehead again, thumbing your hairline, gaze so soft and warm it could melt butter.Â
âGrace came,â he continues, âthe kids got her dancing by the fire. I tried some rank liquor, had to do my own ceremonial dance with about ten different people.â Jakeâs smile widens affectionately, âNeytiri showed me the Tree of Voices. Utraya Mokri, the Peopleâs direct link to Eywa.â You canât help but smile with him as he tells you all of this. His happiness is infectious. âEywa isâŠincredible. Grace needs to try it, sheâd lose her mind.â
You laugh at that. âThat could be your first course of action, Tsyeyk Suli.â
Jakeâs entire face reshapes with adoration, so much so that he physically cannot stop himself as he pulls your head forward and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. The action takes you by surprise â youâve barely begun processing the kiss Jake left you with last night, let alone accepted the possibility of another one being given by the body that lay you over a rock once.
He pulls away, and when he does, you notice the lurching gesture in his chest, as though he's struggling to breathe, and you pointedly bring up the respirator around his neck and laugh.
âDamn. I took all your breath away. Chug some dioxide.â
Jake rolls his eyes but takes a sip of the CO2, eventually falling back into place. Now reminded of the tedious ritual heâs made himself a slave to by coming in here in his new favourite form, Jake quickly thinks back to whatever it was he was talking about and continues.
âNeytiri also told me that I have now earned my place in the village,â Jake begins again, his voice a little bit dreamy. More than anything, you wish you could have been there to be a part of the vision playing in Jakeâs mind, to visualise his stories of the village and the forest and his place in all of it.Â
âI may live in the village, so to speak, I can carve my own bow from the wood of Hometree.â When his eyes search your face hesitantly, he adds very slowly, âand I may also take a woman.â
âOh,â you say, quickly scanning his own expression for anything out of the ordinary. When his eyes round in shape and his ears flatten against his head, the corners of his mouth twitching, you raise your eyebrows and ask, âand how do you feel about that?â
âWell, I told Neytiri that I had already chosen someone,â Jake tells you.
âDid you?â
He nods with a hum, trying not to look so amused, though failing horribly at it. âAnd so Neytiri told me that I should go and seek out my woman to tell her that I have made my decision. She was a little eager to get rid of me, actually.â
âAndâŠthatâs why youâre here?â you ask, almost regretting it when Jake opts for staring at you for a second too long, in a silence too concerning. Then, he smirks, brows high, eyes narrowed, like you asking is the silliest thing in the entire world.Â
âObviously, Spellman.â Jake laughs as you do, bemused, âJesus. For such an intelligent woman, youâre so stupid sometimes.â
âTakes stupid to know stupid,â you reply.
âExactly,â he croons, face so close to you that heâs able to push his face forward to kiss your lips without much effort at all.
Itâs not as though you forgot what being around Jakeâs avatar felt like; itâs only been a few days since you last encountered him, and yet it feels like the first, your stomach rolling over itself like a tsunami as Jakeâs lips find your own in perfect harmony.
Admittedly, you had expected your next tumble with Jake to be in his human body, but now that heâs here, now that heâs already flown himself out here to find you, you canât think of any reasons to turn him away.
Last time, any possibility of kissing Jake had been next to impossible thanks to the exo-pack, but now, with nothing in the way, Jake relishes in the feeling of your lips against his own, his large hand cradling the side of your face.Â
Of course, heâs kissed you before, yesterday at a strangle angle to accommodate his unfortunate wheelchair. Now, thereâs nothing to hinder his progress, nothing to prevent his plans â itâs just you and him, alone in the lab, exactly how he wanted it to be.
Itâs as though the gravity in the room is being sucked out when Jake pulls away; you feel like youâre floating merrily off the chair, leaning forward as though to find him in the space heâs created, and Jake laughs from his throat and sweeps his gaze down your body.Â
No longer are you wearing your favoured shorts or tank top. To his delight, youâre in a long t-shirt that hangs around your knees, presumably only panties underneath, and his mouth twitches with intrigue.
âCute outfit,â Jake says appreciatively, using his finger to lift up the bottom of the shirt and peering at your thighs, seeking out the bite he left you with the night before. When he finds the very faint outline, he laughs boyishly and glances back at you, âeven cuter tattoo, honey.â
You laugh, and then Jake runs his finger across the nearly gone indent and hitches your shirt higher up over his wrist, the sight of your baby blue panties peeking into view as his grin widens.Â
âWhy are you grinning so hard?â
Jake shrugs; now both of his hands are at your hips, shirt pulled up at the front, his golden gaze trained on your crotch.Â
âJust happy,â he says simply. Though he appears perfectly content zoning out on the sloping curve of your crotch, Jake looks up and says, âDid you know I was coming?â
âWell, I expected the real Jake to be here by now,â you confess, thinking about Jake lying in the link unit controlling his avatar with his hands on your hips.
Jakeâs brows furrow, his smile flattening to an amused line. âIâm real.â
âYou know what I meant.â
âForget about him.â
âI like him.â
âAnd that makes me really happy, believe me, but this is real for me. This right here, you and me,â Jake says, his voice a little lighter than it was before, which is the only real way you can tell that heâs not joking.
This is serious for Jake. Itâs not just part of a ploy to piss off Norm. Jake has become undone with his feelings, in a way that is so unbecoming of him that itâs actually embarrassing; now that heâs practically on his knees in front of you telling you itâs real, telling you that heâs pretty much told Neytiri and by extension the whole village that youâre his and he is yours, you know without a shadow of doubt in your heart that he is being sincere.
âBelieve me, honey. It brings me no greater joy than knowing that youâve been interested in me since we first metââ
âWell. If weâre being technical, then it was just before you got chased by the thanââ
Jake simply frowns. âHey. Iâm not fucking around here, Spellman. Iâm trying to tell you how I feel.â
ââŠSorry. Go on.â
ââŠIf I knew in my heart that I could give you what I want you to have from my wheelchair, I so would, but everything is easier like this. I can move. I can do whatever you want. I can be whatever you want. And you took all of me so well. Didnât even struggle. Youâre a perfect woman.â
âI love that you think that, but, you know, you're already everything I want from that wheelchair, Jake,â you tell him, and his ears pin back in surprise and his entire expression falls; he doesnât look upset, however. Rather, he looks in awe. âYou donât have to walk or fuck me on a rock to give me everything you think I want. I just want you. Everything else is a huge, incredibly pleasant bonus.âÂ
You reach out for his face and rest your hand over his cheek, feeling his skin on your own. He feels warm to the touch.Â
âYou know how I feel,â you continue quietly, âand I like every second with you. I just wanted you to know for sure that even though you met my needs in your avatar, you never needed to.â Jake has barely moved an inch since you started talking, but when you add, âEven though I really like you like this,â Jakeâs face twitches, like heâs trying his best to hold himself together. âA lot, actually.â
The splitting smile that stretches on Jakeâs face fills your chest with a giddy type of glee.
Then, Jake leans forward, his forehead tilted against yours. Being so close to his face is unreal â you donât know what to look at first: the lines of tanhĂŹ over his skin, the smooth look of it, the slight pink of his snout, the tug on the inside of his lip...
âYouâre mine, Spellman,â Jake murmurs.
âYeah,â you agree in a whisper, matching his own look of delight and feeling a fluttering rush through your chest when Jake secures his hands in a cradle around your face, bringing your lips back together with a sudden fierceness that, this time, is not met with surprise.
Unlike before, unlike the short kiss that had felt stolen between you, youâre surprised by Jakeâs eagerness. His mouth presses against yours with a gentle firmness, as though not to hurt you but at the same time, enough to convey just how badly heâs wanted this. His mouth is warm against yours, the glossy sheen of saliva over his bottom lip slippery and inviting as his kisses become more open-mouthed.
Jake kisses you for so long you wonder how he can even breathe â even for you, it feels breathless. When he pulls away, you pinpoint the slight spasm in his chest, the tight veins in his neck as he fights his impulses. With a small laugh, you push the mask around his neck up to his lips and force him to capture his breath, occupying your lips elsewhere in the meantime.
Trailing your mouth across his cheek and jaw, itâs as though Jake is gulping down as much CO2 as he can manage to keep stored inside of him to go a little longer. Eventually, his chest rises and falls evenly while you gently smooch the expanse of skin under his jaw, catching the soft scent of whatever powders and paints he may have been decorated with earlier in the night.Â
The mask falls back down past his collar and he shifts; Jakeâs hand pulls at your face, his thumb on one cheek and fingers on the other as he guides your mouth back to his, wasting no time in getting back to whatever he was doing before his lungs so rudely interrupted him.Â
If he had to die losing breath while kissing you, then it would be a suitable way for him to go.
âOkay,â he breathes, pulling away for a brief second before planting a wet kiss back on the pucker of your lips. You can taste the honey from the alcohol heâs been drinking all night in your mouth. âUp and out.â
With that, Jake lifts you up by your waist and ungraciously tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Then, with his back hunched slightly, he moves with familiarity through the metal corridors of the lab, navigating his way to the bunks.Â
Even like this, you feel so high off the ground, and you squeal with surprise and fist at nothing behind his back. Heâd never let you fall, not that the landing would damage you in any physical way except for your pride, but still, you stare at the moving metal beneath his feet in a blur, half excited and half full of nerves.
The floor plan opens up to the bunk chamber, the familiar worn woven rug that Grace had been given from the villagers and had put on the floor appearing in view. You know confidently that there will be as little room back here as there was in the workspace at the front; the bunks are bolted to the wall but barely big enough for human bodies, let alone avatars, but Jake already has a solution.
He sets you down, his hands already working to pull your shirt up and over the top of your head. Not that he has to work very hard at all â youâre already helping him undress you, pulling the shirt up over your head, marvelling at the wide-eyed look of excitement on Jakeâs face.
âMissed these,â he says, carelessly tossing your shirt to the bunks off at the side. He wastes no time in moving closer to you, his mouth attaching itself to the curve of your breasts, his tail flicking happily at your noisy approval.Â
With Jake mouthing around your nipple, the taunting graze of his teeth making you shudder, you let your body float into an astral plane of goodness and close your eyes, your head lulling to the side.
His eyes flicker up, greedily memorising every lift and twitch on your face until he catches sight of your hands sliding down your sides from his arms, fingers inching towards your little blue panties. He grins, tongue flat against your nipple, and after pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of where heâs been sucking, Jake breaks away and harmlessly slaps his hands over yours, holding them in place as you hook your fingers under the panty fabric.
âItâs like youâre doing this to me on purpose,â he groans, lips pressing kisses all across and down your body as his mouth makes its way to the smooth skin of your tummy. Jake rubs his thumbs in circles on your lower stomach, eyes finding yours.Â
âDoing what?â
âBeing so fucking sexy,â mutters Jake, his tongue licking like a lion against your naval. The feeling makes you squirm and laugh slightly, your hands flying up from the clasp of his hands to the sides of his head.Â
There had been the expectation that perhaps human Jake would roll himself towards you once he got back, excited and turned on by your uncharacteristic lack of clothing. Instead, it had been avatar Jake who found you first, but itâs not as though your efforts have exactly gone to waste. If anything, they are met with the highest amount of appreciation.
Jake tugs the top of your panties with his teeth, moving them off your skin and down until he can see the sloping curve of your pubis, until he can smell the lust between your folds. Stopping him from stripping you bare is the last thing you want, but still, you look down at him playfully.
âDo you really need to take all my clothes off, Sully?â you ask, feeling his teeth graze on your skin as he unwillingly releases your panties from his mouth.
âYes,â he replies, like it was obvious. Why would he want you to stand there in your panties all night when there were more fun things to do?
âWell, what about you?â Your hands slowly trail down from his face to his broad shoulders, fingers ghosting across the darker lines etched into his skin. Jake shudders slightly, his ears pricked tall, and they twitch in amusement when you point out the same thing he did when he bent you down over the rock.
âOne of us is halfway there, and itâs not you.â
Between his legs, same as always, hangs his tewng, perfectly and teasingly in place of the large growth hiding beneath, and your eyes glance at them pointedly. Your gaze lingers there until Jake takes the hint, his smile turning lop-sided as he sniggers and reluctantly pulls away from you.
âAs you wish,â he croons, his hands swiftly shifting to the flimsy little string that he so courageously entrusts to hold his tewng together. Full of anticipation, you roll back on the heels of your feet as the knot undoes behind his back, and the strings cascade down as the fabric loosens and pools to the floor in a puddle.
Jake's cheeks are aching with how much heâs smiling. Any cool composure he wanted to pretend he had is betrayed by the smile that has taken up permanent residence on his face, the enthusiastic swish of his tail beating against his back and the floor behind him.Â
With your eyes still trained on the stiff arousal between Jakeâs legs, you bite your bottom lip in an effort to restrain yourself and smooth your hands over the weaved sheath fastened over his chest.
âMiss me?â Jake asks, eyes pinned to yours as you peel back the sheath and gently set his blade and armour to the side. Now, the only things on Jakeâs body are your hands and the bands around his arms, tightly outlining both his muscles and pudges of blue skin.
âShut up,â you mutter.
âI know you did,â he continues anyway, pressing a swift kiss to your stomach and hooking his fingers back through your panties. He appreciates the blue more than heâd care to admit â you probably didnât do it on purpose, picking blue when it's the very colour of his existence, but itâs a nice touch despite that. âCan smell you.âÂ
Jake twists the fabric around his finger like a ringlet and drags the panties down your legs, and once theyâre bunched down by your ankles, he takes a deep inhale and secures his gaze between your legs, his chest rising and falling.
His hands instantly shift to your thighs, holding them as he gently, yet forcefully, widens your feet apart. Your pussy parts with the movement, the wet smell filling Jakeâs nose like a drug. Behind him, his tail thumps against one of the stack of black storage boxes, and he groans with pleasure.
âFucking perfect,â he says, a thumb moving to swipe up the partition of your pussy. The familiar feeling of it swiping makes you tense up, hands tightening around Jakeâs shoulders. âMy perfect girl.âÂ
With another kiss planted against your naval, Jake pulls you closer to him, mumbling under his breath and against your skin a string of words you can barely hear.
He saves himself the unflattering carpet burn from shimmying across Graceâs rug and picks himself up, one hand on the floor and his other arm and hand keeping you flush against him while he adjusts himself on the ground.Â
Once heâs lying flat on the floor on his back, he grins up at you and guides you over him, gaze flashing to the approaching pussy he wants nothing more than to shove his face into.
âComeâere,â he says quietly, tapping a finger against his chin while trying to bring you closer with his other hand. It would be very easy for Jake to just pull you forward â youâre not a weak human being, but you still have nothing on his Naâvi strength, and you know this.Â
You slowly step towards him, your feet on either side of his body, a warm flush engulfing you as you stare down in amazement at the eagerness of Jakeâs expression, the giddy movements of his body. He can barely stay still.
âYouâŠwant me to sit on your face?â
âClearly.â
Though youâre already straddling him, hands trembling, you ask, âWhat if you suffocate and die?â
At that, Jake laughs, sliding his hands up the length of your legs and pushing down slightly, until your knees buckle and youâre all but hovering over his lips, feeling the chuckles of laughter brush against your bare skin.
âItâs the only way Iâd wanna go,â he tells you. âA true warriorâs death.â
You scoff, anxiously positioning above him. âHow would I explain that to Grace?â
âWith pride, hopefully,â and then he helps bring you down until you're comfortably positioned over his mouth, his tongue flat against you, your own mouth suddenly falling into a circular shape of pleasure.
âOh!â you gasp. Although Jake has been between your legs before, it hadnât felt like this. The refined, little, rough ridges of Jakeâs tongue brush against you; his tongue feels like a cats in texture, prone and wet as you slowly grind across it, Jakeâs hands back around your body though he barely even moves you.Â
Almost as soon as you take a seat on his tongue, Jake groans again, the satisfied sound grumbling from his throat and against your cunt. In all of his attempts to relive the memory of being between your legs, Jake forgot how good you tasted.
Around your waist, his hands tighten before adjusting themselves to help move you against his mouth, his tongue curling up once youâre coated in your own juice and his saliva.Â
There is a slight ringing in your ears that youâre thankful for, but the sound of Jake against your pussy is no doubt erotic, making Jakeâs body twitch and his cock harden uncomfortably up against his stomach.
Youâre cautious with putting all of your weight on Jakeâs head, still lifting up instinctively off his mouth as he runs his tongue across your pussy, prodding the top against your hole and gorging himself on your taste.
The feeling of his mouth so firm against you is intense compared to the other night, where Jake had all but pinned you down with his arm and had his way. He seems to grow fed up with your caution and his hands tighten around you, bringing you down to rest your weight entirely on his face. He groans, arms and hands locked in place, his ears smushed by your knees.
âFuck,â he grumbles, his baritone voice vibrating against you. You moan at that, your hands coming to fist at the pretty beads hanging down by his face. If the tug hurts, he doesnât show it; Jake only moves you harder against his mouth, his eyes tightly closed in pleasure until they all of a sudden burst open, his golden irises boring up into your face as you stare back.
You watch his eyes flickering from side to side, memorising every pull and tug against your features as you grind yourself on his mouth. His tongue is hot against you, his hands curling around your thighs possessively to hold you in place.Â
Now that the feeling of him plush against your pussy is more familiar, you chase his tongue, moving against him until heâs prodding exactly where you need him the most.Â
Jakeâs mouth shifts, his tongue flicking against your clit while his hand slides from your thigh to the gap between your legs. One of his fingers stirs up the slicky wetness residing between your folds before slowly pushing up, slipping past the clenching resistance of your hole. Without meaning to, you smack your hips down on Jakeâs face, feeling his finger sink up to the knuckle inside of you as a low grunt sounds from his throat.Â
Youâre somewhat relieved that Jake is in his avatar and can withstand the full weight of your body throttling him, but he almost seems to relish in the feeling, a second finger wiggling its way past your folds and up your snatch with the other. The thick widening of his fingers makes you gasp, toes curling, and one of your hands releases his hair and grips at the stack of boxes behind Jakeâs head.
âMmfâfuck, Jake,â you rasp, voice broken and high and whiney. A shaky exhale catches in your throat as his fingers fuck inside of you, and your hips seem to have a mind of their own as they rise and fall over his hand like his fingers were his cock â youâre bouncing slowly on them while he smirks to himself, tongue flicking over your swollen clit, mouth and chin smothered in saliva and juice.
âYou likinâ that, honey?â he asks, planting a sloppy kiss on your thighs as he curls his fingers inside of you. âFeel good?â
âUh huh,â you whine. At this point, you cannot bring yourself to look at him and all of his smugness. You feel his smile widen against your thigh as he nips at the skin, licking a stripe before turning his mouth back to your pussy.Â
âGod⊠Jake, oh myââ You donât finish that sentence, donât even get the chance to.
It is embarrassing how close to an orgasm you feel. Jakeâs barely begun, barely spent any time at all between your thighs and yet you can feel your body seizing, a small ball of warmth expanding inside of you. Jakeâs eyes are still glued to you and the arched view of your body over his face, and you can practically feel his gaze burning into you, willing you to look back at him.
âYou gonna cum up there, baby girl?â mumbles Jake, his voice muffled by your pussy. If it werenât for the vibrations his voice sends up your pussy making you aware of his question, you might have missed it over the sound of your moaning and whimpering.
His fingers prod at the spongey insides of your pussy, one prod in particular making your hips buck furiously across his mouth.
Jake makes a noise of happy surprise, and like the smug asshole he is, he repeats the action, fucking his finger into the spot that makes you wriggle on top of him. The unravelling warmth inside of you is spreading; you can barely feel your toes, your thighs shaking around him.
âJesus, Spelly,â he chuckles, his erection so hard and uncomfortable by his belly button that he grumbles to himself. That needs to be attended to immediately, if you werenât so stubborn as to drag out the orgasm you so obviously want to have.Â
Jake moves his fingers faster inside of you, the other hand thatâs around your thigh snaking to your hips to sink you down harder against him. You feel his knuckles at your entrance, his tongue pausing lazily at your clit.
âIââ you gasp, voice catching with surprise. Then, to his amazement, you frantically look down at him with a wide-eyed look of desperation. âCan Iâ?â
âYep,â he grunts, greedily holding you firmly against his mouth as your hips rut like an animal. After a humiliatingly small amount of time, you feel your entire body tense with a blistering heat, and when you cum onto Jakeâs tongue, it is the sweetest relief.
The burst of sweet white fluid that drips into Jakeâs mouth is taken with desperation. Jakeâs tongue coaxes it all out of you, his voiced approval rumbling into your pussy as he drinks it up. Meanwhile, your head is positively spinning, your vision white and starry and limbs numbed. You can barely catch your breath, and you have no idea how Jake is still alive down there, the mask around his neck virtually forgotten.Â
When Jake has finally milked all that he can from your cunt, he gently pushes you up and off his mouth, your whole lower body trembling like a rabid dog as he shifts you down onto his chest. Your cunt is fluttering with the absence of his tongue and fingers, the heartbeat between your legs pulsing intensely as you stare down at Jakeâs face.
Youâve never seen a man more content with a mouthful of your cum before. A sheen of white coats his tongue as he laughs breathlessly, his pupils wide. Then, as though heâs only just remembered that he needs to breathe, Jake fumbles for his mask and pulls it up over his face, gulping down the CO2 whilst simultaneously trying to compose himself.Â
âMy god,â he splutters, his chest rumbling beneath you as he laughs again. You feel sticky all over. âI love this pussy, Spellman.â
The compliment tears a laugh from your throat. âGee, thanks.â
Laughter fills the space between you for a moment, but when you look at Jake heâs looking up at the ceiling, his mouth parted and his breaths heavy, the mask still in his hand by his chin. Now that heâs gone quiet in an effort to catch his breath, you come to the abrupt realisation that youâre in the lab, in the bunk chamber, sitting naked on Jakeâs chest after cumming in his mouth.Â
It feels hilarious all of a sudden, though you donât voice the amused vision in your mind. Jake seems content doing whatever heâs doing, a dazed look on his face, and for a moment, you sit there until your thighs clench and the sticky cum between your thighs begins to dry, and then you slowly heave yourself up off him.
Lifting his head up off the floor, Jake startles and looks at you in confusion. âWhatâre you doing?â
âGetting up,â you wince as you move, but Jakeâs frown deepens. He lets the mask fall by the side of his neck, his hands speedily rushing to your waist to lock you in place.Â
âWhat? No, no, no, no, weâre not done yet,â Jake blurts, his brows high and eyes wide.Â
âMore?â you ask, surprised.
âObviously,â he splutters, bemused. âDonât be so selfish, Iâve been missing you like crazy out there.âÂ
You fall down the length of his body as Jake sits up, your pussy brushing past the hard tip of his cock. You gnaw at your lip bashfully â okay, maybe you had somehow forgotten about that.Â
His cock sits between your bodies, the thick and tense figure of it flat against your stomach as Jake leans his face towards yours with a disgraced look of unhappiness.
âYou thought you were gonna cum and then just get off?â
âAt least let me catch my breath,â you laugh helplessly.
âYouâll live,â he tuts. âGoddamn. Definitely Normâs sister, youâre cold.â
Hearing the childish whine in his voice makes you laugh out loud, though his look of unhappiness softens when you smile at him, stroking the side of his face.
âAw, come on, big guy, you don't mean that,â you try, pushing yourself up against the tight wedge between your bodies. He flinches slightly, the crease between his brows lifting with intrigue. Try all he wants, but he soon gives up on looking displeased and grins back at you.Â
âYou donât even have to do anything,â Jake suggests thoughtfully, his face tilted as he tries to entice you.Â
In all honesty, you have no protests against fucking Jake. In fact, the thought of his cock being buried in your stomach again is nothing short of a need for you. Heâs not the only one whoâs been thinking about it all this time â itâs not a competition, but youâve been daydreaming about the cock between his legs a lot longer than heâs been thinking about you.
âAll youâd need to do is sit on it, really.â You tune back into Jakeâs voice. You donât know how much you missed, but the message is abundantly clear.
You smooth your hands down his neck, fiddling with the beaded choker. âI donât think it can fit in today.â
Jake barks out a laugh. âPlease. It fit fine before, princess.â
âYeah, before you destroyed my vagina permanently. Iâll be too tight!â
That only makes Jake look more pleading. âThatâs a good thing!â
âJake, Iââ
âFine, then just the tip,â he tries, surging forward and pressing a desperate kiss to your lips. You taste the tangy sweetness of your cunt that Jake loves so much on his lips; seeing him so desperate for you to sit on his cock would be funny if it werenât so sexy.
You bite your lip in thought as he peppers a string of kisses across your face, as if trying to persuade you.
âYou only have to take the tip, thatâs all. Youâre dripping, youâll take it no problem, but you donât even have to work or do anything. Iâll do everything.â
âYouâre begging,â you state flatly.
âI know,â he drawls in a whine that makes you roll your eyes. âBut youâre my woman and I need this pussy like a fucking flower needs water.â
âAccording to Normâs research,â you start, reaching for the tip of his cock with a hidden smile, ârainwater and Pandora plants areââ
âFuck,â Jake laughs into your mouth, his teeth bared in a grin as he kisses you between his words, âoff. Youâre so annoying.â Another kiss, though his heart soars when your body rises slightly off his thighs, âAlways yappin'.â His tail thrums excitedly behind him as you position yourself over his cock, brows knitted together. âAlways going on and on about something.â
âYou want me to sit on it or not?â you ask bluntly, but your half hearted attempt at sternness is seen through immediately.
âHell yeah, mama,â he quips, hands already busy on your hips as he tries to sink you down on his cock.Â
You stifle a laugh at his eagerness. Who would have guessed that Jake would be begging you to let him fuck you? Two days ago, it would have been hard to imagine.
âShut up then,â you mutter, but he graciously says very little besides his own personal vocabulary of vulgar words when the tip of his cock pushes into you.Â
It goes in so easily that you know Jake is trying his absolute hardest to remain true to his word. Your pussy lets him in with virtually no refusal, swallowing the tip of his cock so flawlessly that he physically tenses, his hands tightening around you as he lifts you up and down on the tip, being ever so careful as to not accidentally sink you all the way down to the base.
Even just the tip of his dick elicits such a primal response from your throat, your eyes blown open. Jakeâs barely given you breathing room since your last orgasm, and the overstimulating feeling of his cockhead loyally spearing inside of you is mind-blowing.Â
He grunts desperately against your mouth, eyes closed as he tries to reign in his deepest impulses. You press a kiss to his lips; you know how hard it is for him to hold himself back. It is as though your body is remembering who he is, how his cock felt deep inside of you, and when you next feel Jakeâs hands lifting you up off the tip and sinking you back down, his eyes immediately blow open when he feels you clench around him like a fist.
âIâshit,â he blurts, momentarily letting go as you sink back down on his cock, the tip of it pushing deeper inside of you as more of his cock pistons inside. He looks apologetic for a moment, because he didnât mean for you to take more than the tip when that was all he had promised, but after hearing the strangled and high-pitched moan that escapes your lips, he rides his hope for a moment and curls his arms around your body, moulding his mouth against yours.
âGoddamn,â Jake whispers, catching every gasp and breath you take and give. âThatâs right, beautiful, you can do it.â
Whimpering, your trembling hands come to hold his waist while he lounges back, his back leaning trustingly against the stack of crates under the window, his hands remaining firm around your body. Jake watches in anticipation as you drag yourself up off his cock, leaving behind a shining trail of juice down the deep blue of his length.Â
While youâre up there, Jake takes a quick gulp of CO2 â the sound of him taking a deep breath as he contents himself with watching you makes your heartbeat quicken, although youâre much more focused on sliding your pussy across his tip, the roundness of it slipping up your slit while a litany of moans produce from your mouth.
And then, by happy surprise, Jake realises he doesnât have to fight it anymore when you go to slowly sink back down on him and slip, half of his dick disappearing up your cunt with almost no resistance whatsoever, and the breathless gasp that fills his ears is nothing short of sinful.
âFuck yeah,â he moans, sitting up restlessly with his lips on your mouth again, as his hands complete his desire of sinking his cock deeper up your pussy. You whimper into him, the dull ache in your stomach intensifying when you feel his dick spearing up into your cunt, his hips rutting underneath you.Â
He did his best, but he canât hold back anymore. The sight of you swallowing up his cock is the very picture of perfection.Â
It was one thing seeing you with your legs spread on that rock. Itâs another thing entirely to have you around his dick like a flesh-light.
âYou said just the tip,â you whimper.
âYou slipped, I didnât make you take more of it.â
âIââ You groan as his hand grips around your waist like youâre just a doll. âGod, youâre so big.â
âYeah,â he sniggers, lips still against yours like heâs glued there. âBut look how well you take me.â
Your attempts to make him feel bad are pathetically wasted; youâre drenched, your wetness like a lube to Jake as he pistons his hips upwards. The squelch between you is embarrassingly loud, although to Jake it is the most heavenly sound in the world.Â
He grunts into your mouth, softly whispering encouraging yesâ into every word you attempt to speak but fail at saying.
âA perfect fit,â Jake mumbles, his tongue flicking past your lips with a gasping grunt, ââs'like I was made for you.â
Thereâs nothing you can say to that, nothing coherent at least. In your best effort to please Jake, you suck in a deep breath and lift, only to bottom out and sink to the base of his cock. It feels like Jakeâs buried near your lungs; heâs so deep, much deeper than he felt at the rock.Â
Jake shifts back against the boxes stacked behind him. Then, he gracefully lifts his hips, shoving more of himself up there until he can see the dent of his dick in your tummy. He groans appreciatively, eyes darting back to your face after marvelling at the size of him buried inside of you.
âYouâre so good,â he mutters, his breath kind of shaky as he takes in the image of you, looking all spent on his cock. He picks up on the struggling shake of your legs and feels your cunt tighten around him. âLemme fuck you nice, mama.â
The speed at which you go limp on his cock tells him you have no protests. Jake secures his wide hands around your waist and tightens, focusing all of his energy into his arms as he lifts you up his cock and slams you back down. Both of you moan at the same time, and the clear image of you fucked out and exhausted in his lap makes his dick twitch inside of you.
A heat simmers between your legs â Jake has reduced you to a hole to fuck and you canât even be bothered to move anymore. You can trust that your body will make room for him, and you can trust that Jake will be careful as he has his way with you. With that in mind, you relax like putty in his hands, shapeless as he fucks into you.
For a while, Jake says nothing of significance. It is as though he is buffering or on a loop, entirely focused on jerking you on his dick, his pupils blown black and wide as he zones out on the sweat lining your chest, the soft rise and fall of your tits as you bounce on his crotch. You watch him the whole time, eyes half-lidded and glazed but unmoving; he is a man in Heaven, in his greatest element.Â
There is nowhere he would rather be than here, and there is nothing youâd rather be doing than giving your body up for the man you have become completely enamoured with.
One particular thrust inside of you makes you cry out unexpectedly, and his eyes flicker back up to find yours. His dick punches back up to where he last found himself, desperately searching for the spot that made you cry out, and when he finds it, a lazy smirk lifts on his lips.
âYouâre a dream.â
Your mouth opens, and another blubbery cry falls out without you thinking: âYesâŠm'yours, Jake..."
Not exactly what he said, but his chest swells with pride regardless.
âDamn straight,â he grunts, flicking his hips roughly. You choke a noise of surprise, feeling the coil of pleasure tighten in your belly right as Jake for some reason begins to move. He picks himself up off the rug and lifts you, spinning until he finds a surface he can set you down on. The first thing he finds is the little desk near the door, and he clears it with a sweep of his arm and wraps his arms around you tightly.
The cool metallic surface makes you shudder, although, with the way he spears himself back inside of you, the warmth quickly returns to consume your body. Jake bows his chest over you, fucking himself between your legs and watching with fascination at his cock disappearing past your folds. It looks the same as it did last time, to his delight, and he sucks in a hiss of breath, reaching for the mask again.
âMmm, Jake, I really canât anymore,â you rasp out, wrapping your legs desperately around his waist and clinging to the round shape of his biceps. He groans loudly once the mask falls back down from his face, his lips curling to a pout.
âYou canât cum yet,â he protests dumbly.
âJake,â you say again, already feeling your orgasm threatening to spill. His eyes flash with worry, though you canât imagine what he might have to be worried about. âI need toââ
âPlease,â he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek quickly, his voice a mumble against your skin as he says, âjust a bit longer.â
You whimper right into Jakeâs ear, his hips staggering into you for a second. More than anything, you want to find your release, to give up and let go and take a breather, but the desperation to make Jake happy finds itself taking precedence.Â
In your heart, you know that Jake is currently on cloud nine, overjoyed just with fucking you like this â if you came right now, it wouldnât be the end of the world. More than likely, heâd just carry on. Still, you tug at your bottom lip with your teeth and your whole cunt clenches tightly around him, which he takes as a silent order to keep going, and he receives the message loud and clear.
Now, he is a man on a mission â see how long you can go until you cum all over him.
Jake would happily spend all night between your legs, fucking the hole heâs stamped his name on, filling you up with so much cum youâd be finding it for days. Something chemical has happened to him since acting on his greatest desires; he dreads to think what heâd be doing, how heâd be feeling if he hadnât been inspired by Normâs hatred.Â
To think that heâd be at his party in the village, maybe being swarmed by curious Omatikaya women with fascinations for their newest clan member, potentially even trying to redirect the feelings he has elsewhereâŠÂ
No. He schools the thoughts into silence. Why fret over the what-ifs when the present is the most perfect thing in the universe?
Jake drives his hips forward, shifting his lips from your cheek to your mouth and accepting the breathless kiss you eagerly give him. Your arms slacken; you keep one hand poised loyally on his bicep while the other reaches for the side of his face, fisting around one of the dishevelled braids to the side of his head. The burn of you tugging on them is barely even noticeable, or if it is, he doesnât show it. Jake just presses his mouth against yours with a profound laziness, his hips slowing as he thrusts into you at a comfortable pace.
A part of you bursts open; as Jake pounds into your pussy in an uncharacteristically slow manner, he kisses you each time his cock burrows back inside. Your face is unbelievably hot as one of his thick arms curves around your back and appears by the side of your head, hand cradling your face. He has you pinned in place, yet with such little force that it would be easy for you to slither free if you wanted.
You want nothing less. Not when Jake is kissing you like itâs his favourite thing in the world to do. Not when your body is so numb and warm you can barely even feel your legs anymore. Not when the man you would do anything for is right where he belongs â up your snatch, on your mouth, smiling between each kiss.
His tail swirls from side to side slowly, content as he listens to the wet sound of your mouth against his own, the squelch of your drenched pussy filling his ears as they prick to hear himself sinking inside of you. Jesus fuck, youâre so wet â if it wasnât making you so turned on at the thought of Jake being over the moon from the sound of it, then youâd be squirming in embarrassment.
Jake grins into your mouth, sniggering as the soaking sloppy sounds grow more pronounced. Knowing that heâs grinning because of that, and because he knows heâs the cause of it, your bottom lip curls into a pathetic whimper.
âHear that?â Itâs obvious that you can, he knows that.Â
How he wishes you could smell it the way that he can â the smell of the sticky mess between both of your legs is nothing short of incredible; it's so sweet that when he inhales he almost shudders. You wouldnât even need heightened Naâvi senses to smell the sex in the air, to smell Jake on your skin, to smell you over Jakeâs face and body.Â
A witty reply is on the tip of your tongue, but as Jake kisses you again, slobber around his mouth and yours, you can no longer fight the bubbling pleasure in your abdomen, the pressure that gets heavier the longer you hold out.Â
Jake takes a sharp intake of breath, as if he can smell the distinct change in your body, the orgasm lapping over itself like a tidal wave until it breaches the surface â but his thrusting does not cease, not even when your entire body shakes beneath him, legs falling limp around his waist. And not even when he feels a wet warmth burst up over his chest, a horrified yet pleasured squeal ripping from your mouth as he glances down and sees your gushing release, the billows of cum pushing past the tight fit of his cock, and a shiny layer of juice on his chest.
He blinks in surprise, his eyes wide, and when his nose fills with the smell of you, the smell of your squirt over his torso, he laughs unexpectedly and lifts his head with the widest grin youâve seen.
"Shit,â he laughs in disbelief, kissing away the aghast gape on your face.Â
Even as he chuckles into you, you feel your face burning with embarrassment. Itâs one thing to cum on Jakeâs cock. Itâs another thing to squirt on him. Itâs an entirely different thing for Jake to find it hilariously sexy.
âIâm so sorry!â you blurt, hands immediately cupping Jakeâs face. His nose furrows as his face twists, both in amusement and confusion.
âWhyâre you saying sorry?â he asks, still trying to reign in his disbelieving laughs. Itâs been a hot second since he made anyone squirt that hard, no less squirt down his chest.Â
âI didnât mean to do that,â you explain breathlessly. You barely even register the fact that Jakeâs still thrusting into you until the numbness of your body subsides and each thrust upwards is met with a cry of overstimulated pleasure. âIâve never done that, Iââ
âYouâre incredible,â Jake grins affectionately. Youâre incredible.
Jake thinks he could go on for hours. He could go on until daybreak, until he heard the whirs of Trudyâs Samson over the top of the lab; he would continue fucking you until Norm stepped inside, until he found you both back here. But when you stare at him exhaustedly and smile back, his heart lurches out of his chest and changes his mind for him.
You feel Jakeâs dick twitch inside of you, the feeling making you jolt slightly as he thrusts in a few more times, as if milking every last inch of your pussy until heâs forced to withdraw, and then he staggers forward, moaning loudly with a tight and sharp hiss, and a familiar warmth spurts in your stomach.
Jakeâs back is bent over, his chest bowed over yours as he shudders through his orgasm; the unmistakable warmth of his cum pools in your stomach, ropes of it filling you up until it slips down past your quivering hole to the table beneath your ass and back. He groans a few times, fumbling for the mask before pressing it to his mouth.Â
âYeah,â you sigh. You could very well be floating up off the table for all you knew.Â
Peering down at the sight of his hard dick still snuggled in your cunt, you watch the thick trails of his cum squeezing out of you. You kiss his temple while his head is still hanging low and mutter, âFill me up, big guy.â
Jake moans, lips sealed closed â actually, it sounds more like a sob. âJesus.â
âGive it to me,â you continue, murmuring the words against his head. Hey, youâre feeling much bolder now that heâs exhausted himself and you donât have to worry about having another orgasm denied and then ripped out of you.Â
Jake chuckles breathlessly, all of the breath back in his lungs now that heâs emptied himself inside of you. âDidnât you say you were glad humans couldnât get knocked up by Naâvi?â
âNo? When?â
He scoffs, eyes lifting to yours as he levels you with a challenging look. âOh, so you want that? Want me to breed you like a dog, Spellman? Fill you up, watch that tummy grow?â
The revelation of Jakeâs unexpected breeding kink makes you laugh. Once, Jake had told the lab that he didnât know if he wanted kids â didnât think heâd be a good father, didnât think heâd be able to cope with the pressure of it. Perhaps itâs his Naâvi instincts calling out in a tune, making him besotted with the idea, but either way, you grin at him playfully and press a kiss to his mouth.Â
âNah,â you assure him. His smile neither fades nor grows, thank goodness. âIâm in no rush for any of that, Sully.â
He sniggers, then. âMe too,â and after a quick kiss he slowly heaves himself out of you, watching your jaw slacken as he slides out with a sickeningly loud pop. âItâs fucking sexy to say it, though.â
Suddenly, as if he forgot for a moment, Jakeâs head cranes to your cunt and as his cum swells near your hole, he grins and watches it as it threatens to drool out. When it does, down your ass cheek and onto the surface of the table, his tail thrashes in joy and his fangs glint in the light.Â
âYum,â he says, swiping his thumb across the little puddle of your cum and his and he sucks his lips around it, the little smack of his lips as he pulls it away making your thighs clamp together. âYou taste good, honey.â
âItâs more you than me.â
Jake rises, his back still bent due to the low ceiling of the lab, but even now heâs looming over you, his hands reaching to help pull you up from your uncomfortable position to sit upright. You lift with a comically dramatic groan, and Jake rolls his eyes as you hunch forward, hands massaging your thighs sorely.
âIâm broken again,â you mumble, feeling the burn in your muscles as Jake takes himself to where his bunk is and fetches a towel from one of his storage boxes. By the time he gets back, the puddle of cum between your legs has doubled in size.Â
âYouâll manage,â Jake tells you affectionately, laying the towel flat in his best attempt to milk up the cum still pulsing out of you. He looks at the towel with a cringe â he can only hope the smell and colour will come out in the laundry.
After Jakeâs done his best to clean you up, he takes himself to the laundry shoot and tosses the towel inside, making his way back to you quickly before you can stand up and stalk off somewhere.Â
âI brought you something, actually,â he tells you, suddenly thinking back to the gift he has strapped to his ikranâs leathers outside.Â
You hum vaguely. âOh, really?â
âYeah. Neytiri helped me think of it before I got here. Just something quick and silly, but youâre gonnaââ
âOh, yeah,â you interrupt, reminded of how Jake ended up here in the first place. âAre you sure it was a good idea telling Neytiri that you already had a woman?â
Jake pauses. âWhat do you mean?â
âNothing like that. Just that⊠Well, wonât she say something to the other villagers?â you think aloud. It had been on your mind in passing when Jake first told you when heâd arrived, but now that itâs back in your head, you can see Jake processing the thought before dropping to his haunches in a valiant effort to see you evenly.Â
âSheâs close with the village, thatâs all,â you continue. âAnd with Grace, I imagine.â
He blinks dumbly. âOh yeah.â
For a second, nothing is said. How could Jake have not thought of that?
Realistically, you know that Jake was just excited to tell someone that he had a woman in his life â you hadnât been presumptuous enough to believe that Jake couldnât find someone even if he hadnât acted on his impulses a few nights ago, but even now that you know he meant you after all, you canât help but think of all the ways it may come back to bite you in the ass.
âI mean,â Jake says slowly, tail flicking, âI was hoping weâd tell people eventually. I donât wanna hide with you forever.â
âWait, you want to tell people?â
He looks at you with a funny look of bemusement. âObviously.â
âAbout us fucking?â
âWhat? Well, I mean, yes, in a sense, but more like that weâre together.â
ââŠAre we?â
âI thought you were the smart one.â
âIâm just⊠You wanna be with me?â you ask. Youâre almost certain that you look and sound stupid, based on the way Jake is staring at you with a wild look of alarm, but, can he blame you? You were just about getting around Jake wanting to sleep with you â now, heâs basically asking you out.
Jake splutters out a nervous laugh. âWas that seriously not obvious?â
You donât allow him to feel nervous as you reach for his arms in reassurance. The feeling of your hands around his wrists calms him almost immediately.Â
âIf you want to be my man, Jake Sully, there are requirements to meet.â His brows curve curiously, though the sloping smile on his face reappears, to your relief. âI will also need to speak with human Jake Sully about this development. This relationship goes three ways, as you know.â
âFair enough,â he says, doing his best not to laugh at how cute he thinks you are. âIâm sure heâd be more than happy for you to just forget all about him, though.â
âNever gonna happen,â you stress to him. âAnd I need quality time with you. If we fuck all the time, Iâm scared my vagina will actually break beyond repair. You have two bodies to please me with, Iâve only got the one. You have to go easy on me.â
âNoted,â he nods. Itâs sweet how seriously heâs taking all of this.Â
âAnd, last but not leastâŠâ You trail off and reach forward to kiss his lips again. Jakeâs eyes flutter closed â his lips are still slightly tingly from kissing you stupid. You pull away all too quickly for his liking, and when he opens his eyes to look for you, his entire face softens affectionately. âWe need to do something about Norm.â
Sighing dramatically, Jake weighs the very difficult options in his head.Â
Become his woman by spending more time with you? Easy. Consider it already done. But kill all the fun and tell Norm before he figures it out the hard way? Jakeâs lips curl into a scowl at the thought of such a marvellous opportunity going wasted.
âHow aboutâŠwe do all of that and let Norm find out by himself?â Jake suggests. Itâs an even trade â youâll both get what you want, and youâll both feel scores of satisfaction at the end of it.
When you donât say anything for a moment, Jake is prepared to sign his defeat and give in, but then, when you grin at him and shrug, he hears the holy gates of Heaven open up in his favour and the angels sing.
Yep. Youâre his. Heâs yours.Â
Now he just canât wait for everyone else to find out about it.
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guys i promise you iâm not ignoring your requests (ik some go back into Januaryđ i swear iâm working on them)
have this before i disappear for another month :)
(tmi??) I NEED THIS BRO I NEED ITTT!!!!!!
obvi you know it has praise in it
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imagine being so needy but heâs too busy working !!!
your trying to hard to get him to bend you over and fuck you but heâs too busy for that so he has you grind against his thigh instead, praising you on how pretty your moans are as your slick covers his legâŒïž
you whine and moan, kissing his neck while grinding your needy pussy on him; complaining on how you canât make yourself cum without his cock but all he does is grip the flesh of your hips and presses you down on his thigh and making you ride it harder and faster as you quickly start approaching your orgasm!! <3
âatta girl, see? i knew you could cum without my cock⊠i know you want me to fuck you but your going to have to wait pretty girl.â as he leaves you wanting moreeeee!!!!!!!
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iâm bouncing on it. slurping it. choking on it. rubbing it on my face. slapping it on my tongue. stacking donuts on it.
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'đ đđĄđšđźđ„đđ§'đ đđ«đČ, đđźđ đ đđšđŻđ đđ'
SUMMARY: pls hear me out.. but yeah, dilf jake fucks you like he's young again.
WARNINGS: smut, size kink, avatar/na'vi!jake, dilf!jake, fem!bodied reader, omaticaya!reader, fingering, squirting, creampie, unprotected sex, breeding kink, praise, degradtion, manhandling, hair pulling, overstimulation, doggy style (pos.), dry humping (until shit ain't dry), pet names (baby, pretty thing, pretty girl, whore just a lil bit, ...babygirl)
PART TWO
"babygirl.. fuckâ just a minute."
you pouted and continued to kiss on jakes neck, leaving dark blue and purple kiss marks on his stripped skin.
"you're always so busy, ma jake," you whined. "..we never get time to ourselves."
jake clicked his tongue, glancing over at you with a scoff, "we get plenty of time to ourselves, baby. it's just under the wrong circumstances because the kids are never in the villageâ and when they're not here they're doing shit they shouldn't be."
you caressed his shoulders and nipped at his ear while he sharpened his knife for a later hunt.
"you used to be such a animal when were young," you whispered as you laid a kiss on the crown of his pointy ear. ".. 'used to leave me crying, begging for moreâ that is how we ended up with so many children."
you gave jake's shoulders one last rub before you stood upâ you weren't going to pester him. you understood he had responsibilites as olo'teykan just as you had your own responsibilites.
"used to?" he murmuredâ his voice was quite harsh, but it sounded more of disbelief.
you tilted your head to side, not hearing what he had said.
jake set his knife of the ground and slowly stood up, his eyebrows furrowed as he turned around to face you.
"so you're sayin'... i don't fuck you like that anymore?"
your fangs sunk into your bottom lip as he walked towards youâ his golden eyes sharp and his strong jaw clenched.
"jake.." you mumbled breathlessly. your eyes flickering between him and the open entrance to your hut. anyone could walk by and see.
his large hand gripped your jawâ forcing your cheeks together as he made you stare right at him.
"i don't make you feel good anymore?"
you placed your hands on his chest, feeling up his broad pecs.
"no no no you make me feel good," you hummed. "you make me feel so good.. I justâ"
jake released your face from his grip and a grin spread across his lips, "I get it now.."
you looked him up and down, even though you both were so tall he seemed to tower over you, "you do?"
he nodded and said simply, "my pretty thing just wants to get fucked like a whore again."
you felt your cheeks grow warm at the vulgerness of his words. a whore. back when you were young, jake explained the meaning to you after letting it slip.
he swiftly cupped your ass which made you whimper before he set you flat on his table. it was covered in radios, monitors, mapsâ shit he made sure the kids never touched. yet right now, he didn't care that they were being knocked to the floor by your whoosing tail.
"spread your legs," jake pressed his forehead against yours, staring deep into your eyesâ waiting until you did what was told. "don't be like thatâ you like don't being called a whore, babygirl?"
you looked away, licking your lips.
"it's okay," he kissed your forehead, his rough palms massaging your thighs. "just spread your legs for me.. I guess I won't call you that anymore."
"no.. no ma jake," you let your legs spread and held his face. he chuckled at your desperation to be degraded by himâ most would beg for praise. "I want you to use meâ like you used to. pretend that right now we're not husband and wife, we are not matesâ just here to feel good." you explained quicklyâ ashamed at how badly you wanted him to revert from his husband like ways back to teen who would fuck you anywhere that he could. leave you shaking and gasping for airâ that had you clinging onto anything for stability because his thrusts were so powerful.
"now what do you say?"
you begged, "please.."
he grinned and shoved his pelvis in between your spread legs, pressing his thin lips against your plump ones. you gasped as his teeth tugged on your swollen bottom lipâ hot tongue finding your own as you tugged on his locs.
jake groaned as he rolled his hips against youâ his covered erection rubbed roughly against your clothed cunt.
"jake," you rasped, your cunt drooling at the intense friction. "oh myâ oh great motherâ"
he pulled back, still humping you while you let you head fall back between your shoulders.
"holy shit you're drenched, baby." he chuckled, feeling your slick seep into his own loincloth.
you felt embarassed at the sound of your sticky loincloth being rutted againstâ it made you slightly ashamed that you were so wet so easilyâ that your slick was escaping onto your inner thighs.
"take it off," you pleaded, jake's buldge pressing right up against your avoided clit. "oh fuckâ"
jake covered your mouth and squeezed his eyes shut as he rubbed his large buldge over your clit again. you moaned into his palm, clawing at his scalp while he let out a sigh.
"feels good huh," he grunted, your muffled whines caused his ears to twitch upwards. ".. I don't about you but i'm lovin' this, pretty girl."
"jwake..jwake plwease.." your attention focused on his hand, clawing at it while you moaned.
"one sec," he kissed your nose. "don't you dare cum either."
jake huffed, "listen to that," he rubbed himself against you slowlyâ not making a sound. your legs trembled at how agonizingly slow he was going. and the only thing that could be heard was the wet squelch your pussy made. ".. so damn wet 'nd I haven't even stripped you yet, baby. you really are a whore."
jake pulled his hand away and you gaspedâ lips wet and shimmering with spit. heavy pants left your mouth as he backed away his buldge. jake then gripped the waistband of your loin-cloth and pulled it down until you were able to kick it off onto the floor.
"ma jake, I need you.." you whimpered, bucking your hips toward him.
"i know, babygirl," he rubbed his long fingers over your slit, gathering your slick while he admired your glistening cunt. ".. I know ya do."
he kissed your temple and spread apart your folds before he sunk two fingers into your cunt. you sucked him in easy, but clenched tightly around them.
"jake," you whined, legs locked around his mid-back so that the harsh thrusts of his fingers could reach deeper. "ma jakeâ fuck! jâ jake.."
"shh," he murmured, his thumb working your clit while his two fingers curled and stroked your warm insides. your arousal gushing out onto his hand while you reached for his broad shouldersâ deperate for stability. "relax, pretty thingâ relax."
your eyes widdened as his fingertips curled and pressed firmly against that gummy spot in your walls. a string of moans fell from your swollen lips as jake attacked your g-spot with a semi-unreadable expression. 'semi' because you could see how much lust was growing inside of him just be looking into his eyesâ eyelids hooded but his pupils dialated.
"..mâmore! please.. 'need more." your eyelashes fluttered, teardrops rolling down your hot cheeks.
"you want another finger, baby?"
you nodded quickly, "please ma jake." his fangs tugged on his bottom lip at how eager you were.
jake pulled his two fingers out and pushed back in with a third. your pussy twitched at the feeling, your jaw hanging as a loud moan left you. jake glared up at you, not slowing his pace one bit which already had your legs shaking.
"they're gonna hear you." he cooed.
you stared up at the ceiling of the hut, a slight grin forming at the corners of your open mouth.
"feels s'good," you sobbed. "i don't careâ don't care.. just lemme cum, ma jakeâ gotta cum.. don't care!"
his eyebrows rose at your words and his cock was so hard in the restraints of his loincloth that it was beginning to become painful.
so this is what you meant.
now he truly understood your want for him to fuck you like he used to. no lovey dovey shit because, fuck, he missed when you acted like this. to him you still looked like the eighteen year old he met all those years ago even though you disagreed at timesâ but now when you made that face, said those things, all he could see was that version yourselfâ that you both left behind when more and more kids started coming around.
he chuckled, "my perfect lil whore," his lips sloppily kissed, sucked, and nibbled at your neck. "you're mine, babyâ you and this messy lil cunt."
his fingers were knuckle deep and every thrust felt so fast that everytime they sunk back inside, it felt like his palm was slapping your cunt, which was now stinging and sore.
"m'gonna cum.. please let me cum.." you cried out and dug your nails into his his skin, chest heaving rapidly.
"say it." he groaned, gulping at your now bright and bruised pussy.
"jake please.." you whimpered, thigh muscles tensing as your orgasm built up deep in your abdomen.
"thats not it," his movements growing harsher. "fucking say it."
your eyes flickered back in your head as you whimpered, "m'yours, ma jake!"
"and?"
"me.. anâ and my cunt are yours foreverâ only yours.." you sniffled.
"that's right," he pressed his forehead against your once again and you wrapped your arms around his neck. "go on, cum on my fingers babygirl."
your toes curled and stomach churned as you the thin thread that was holding your composure together snappedâ a silent scream was all you could muster as you gushed around his fingers, a stream of your release splashing against your lower stomach, jake's forearm, and his stomach.
"look at you," jake hummed, his eyes wide at the sight while your mind faught between embarassment and pleasure. "such a pretty sightâ should've been recording."
you gasped and hit his chest as he pulled out his soaked fingers.
".. wâ we," you could barely form a sentence. "do not record such.. such intimate things on thatâ thatâ"
"â the camera?" he finished with a chuckle.
"yes.. the camera," you mumbled with a pout. "that is a sky-people thing."
"I know.. I know I'm just teasing," he sucked on his wet fingers and hummed pleasantly. your cheeks grew warm at the sight. "fuck, I wouldn't want to risk other guys seeing you like thatâ only I can see you in that way." jake muttered, his eyes focused on your lips.
".. fuck, I guess i'm going with pussy." jake shook his head and slid down his loincloth, letting his thick cock finally be free. the mushroom tip was fading from blue to a cotton-candy pink as pre-cum dripped from the slit. a vien ran down the left side and splotches of starry freckles covered the base.
"hm?" you questioned, dragging your finger-tips down his hardened cock as he leaned over you.
"I was deciding whether I was going to fuck your face," he kissed your lips softly. "or fuck your pussyâ pussy won."
jake rubbed his cock over your slit, trying to coat it in your wettness.
"ma jake.." you whispered breathless.
he paused, staring deeply into your eyes.
"get up," he ordered. "get up and bend over the table."
you frowned at jake and he took a step back, (your legs falling back to the floor) giving you room to do what he asked. you reluctantly scooted off of the table and jake rolled his eyes, picking you up and flipping you over himself.
he pressed his hand into your back, forcing your stomach onto the table and your back into an arch.
your tail whipped around, expressing your excitement or nervousnessâ you didn't know anymore.
jake tugged on it playfully and you squealedâ whipping your head back to look at him. he let it go, now holding his dick and rubbing the tip over your slit. you bit down on your bottom lip and grinded yourself against him, trying to gain friction.
"don't," he tugged at your tail again then guided his fat cock into your weeping cunt. "..'you pull shit like that and I'll stop." he grunted.
you hid your face in the table and moaned, clawing at the wood as his cock sunk deeper and deeper inside of you until the slight upward curve allowed his tip to press firmly against your g-spot. your ears perked up at jake's breathy pants as his hands carressed your ass before they dug into your hips.
"oh fuck," jake mumbled, inhaling a sharp breath as he pulled back slowly before slamming back inside of your puffy pussyâ earning a sob. ".. you really are wet, babygirl. warm 'nd wet.."
you whimpered as jake's nails peirced your skin, his cock drilled into you repeatedly. your legs were already weak from earlier and right now they felt even weaker with is cock splitting your cunt in two. you had taken jakes dick plenty (obviously), but you could never get used to his size, so he would usually let you adjustâ but not now. now he was just fucking youâ fucking you to get himself off.
you whined, "jâ jake I can'tâ"
"yes you can," one hand left your hips and gripped your hair, avoiding your queue and yanking your head back. "you wanted it, you take it."
"ma jake!" you let your jaw hang agape, whimpers and moans spilling out constantly. "so big.. s'big," you hiccuped on cries and jake leaned downâ his cock to kissing your cervix with each hard and calculated thrust. his heavy balls slapped against your wet pussy and gave your clit just a tease of stimulation. "oh great mother.. oâoh great mother! jake please!"
your cunt was squeezing him tight. every time he he pulled back it was like you didn't want to let him go.. and jake liked that. you could cry all you want, but that alone told him you were alrightâ just babbling on words.
"please what?"
you tried to get the words to come outâ to even think properly about what you wanted to say. your mind was growing foggy, the only thoughts being pleasure and jakes dick bruising your insides.
you gasped, "tsaheylu! please.. 'need it so bad, ma jake.."
jake left open mouth kisses on your neck, still gripping your hair tightly. "what happened to we aren't mates right now?" he chuckled.
you sniffled, "wâwanna," you whimpered while jake sunk his fangs into your shoulder. "wanâ"
he murmured, "come on, spit it out, baby." he peppered soft kisses over his bite mark.
"wanna feel you.. feel good." you finished, looking back at jake with a set of eyes and a pout that he couldn't refuse.
"alright." jake huffed and he let go of your hair to pull his braid from over his shoulder (his pace not letting up one bit while fucking you). you shakily lifted yours and he brought his closer, allowing your queues to intertwine.
both of your pupils dialated immensely, a long moan leaving your lips as your cunt squeezed around jake even tighter. you could feel how good he felt down to every pleasurable jolt in his nerves.
jake thrusts slowly became more rapid but also very sloppyâ he was panting heavily, gulping every few minutes.
"damn.. dâ damn," jake let one arm rest on the table hold himself up while the other left your hip and slid under you to play with your breasts. his entire body covered you while he rutted messily into you, your slick now wetting his thighs. ".. holy fuck, babyâ I make you feel this good, huh?"
you nodded quickly and licked your lips at the tight knot that was forming in your belly.
"jaaake, more please," you sobbed, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. "m'gonna cumâ it feels s'good."
"yeah? if I let you cum right now, you let me cum inside? let me give you another brat," he kissed your cheek. "i don't like threeâ lets make it four, baby.."
"want it inside," you cried out, squirming in his hold as your orgasm approached. "want another one, ma jake."
"I know, I know," he grunted, breathy moans leaving his lips. "I can feel itâ 'just wanted to ask."
you bit down on your bottom lipâ at this point it was so swollen that it hurt when whimpers tried to escape, that tight knot unraveling once the tip of jakes cock pressed firm against your cervix. your eyes squeezed shut as you creamed around his dick, his name seeping from your lips.
jake groaned, cock twitching at the feeling of the pleasure of your orgasm flowing through him.
he hid his face in your neck, whimpering, "oh fuck.. oh fuck.. oh fuuck.."
jake pressed his body as close to yours as he could before he painted your gummy walls white with his thick cum. you moaned at the feeling his own pleasure consuming you both, and the feeling of jake rutting inside you until he was sure he had nothing left to give you.
"ma jake," you panted. "..are you alright?"
he slowly lifted his head from your neck and kissed your temple. "never better." he answered, out of breath.
"you happy now," jake pulled out and turned you on your back, his cum leaking out from your puffy cunt and onto his table. ".. 'can't believe you said I used to fuck you like that.. hah, I can fuck you however I want. I just choose to make-love to you now," he kissed away your tears before finding your lips. "because your my mate.."
you smiled up at jake and cupped his cheek, "y'know.. you used to fuck me over and over againâ until I passed out."
jake clicked his tongue, ".. if you want to get manhandled just say itâ you don't have to make me angry, babygirl."
you traced your hands down jakes chest and pouted, "..but you fuck me harder when your angry, ma jake."
jake stared at you, and you could feel something stiff rub against your thighâ his lips curling into a eager grin that reminded you so much of his younger self.
"then let's get it done."
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blame tumblr for deleting my draft and make me rework this with rushâ now girlies, imagine jealous neteyam pull you to his side, claiming you as his yes? this is the long awaited update (pt 3) of the i trusted you series.
warnings - hard angst, vulgar language, jealous neteyam i repeat, JEALOUSY NETEYAM! ugh, cussing, neteyam is tired of hurting and trying, kiri is best girl for boosting up neteyam to make a step kinda? thatâs it for now!
likes and reblogs are appreciated for the final part! i love each and every one of you babies mwah!! â 3.2k wc and poor-ish grammar
âi want to trust you.â â neteyam sully (â
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hereâs part (one) â (two) â (four) of this series
neteyamâs state wasnât good when he went back home.
youâre leaving the clan because of him, youâre leaving your home, your childhood, your everything because of him.
youâre leaving him because of him.
still not accepting the words youâve said to him, he hadnât noticed his younger sister waiting for him right when he got back to the village, hunting long forgotten.
kiri on other hand had enough, sheâs tired of seeing her brother suffer for what he was trying to make right, especially after that night. the night she saw her perfect brother kneel in front of a female naâvi begging you not to go.
âneteyam,â his name being called, pulls him out from his thoughts and his tired eyes land on his sister who has her arms crossed against her chest. âwhat part of leave me alone donât they understand?â neteyam silently says under his breath
âyou know i can hear you right?â kiri scoffs
âwhat part of i want to be alone donât you all understand?â this time he says it clearly and louder. neteyam doesnât give her time before walking past her and if only if it wasn't for her next words? he wouldnât have frozen at his spot.
âif you love her, go for her.â
there she goes again, now he needs to tell her he doesnât want to hear anything about that future mate of his, that female naâvi he doesnât even want.
âkiri.â he starts to turn and face her, his amber eyes swollen and puffy it makes her sad. âiâll say this for the last time, i donât want anyone to bring Ă€yââ
âiâm not talking about Ă€yea and you know it.â
his heart dropped, amber eyes slightly widening like he was caught. neteyam searches for more explanation from his sister, kiri softly smiles and he definitely knows who sheâs talking about
ây/n, neteyam, iâm talking about y/n.â his skin itches at your name being called and he walks fast to his sister before grabbing her by her arms. nobody has to know, not like this and he won't risk to lose you like this
âlook, you canât tell no one, okay?â heâs shaking his sister so hard that her shoulders are hurting. âi can't lose her, if the clan knows theyâll take her away from me.â his body is trembling, neteyamâs mind was too occupied with the worst scenarios that would happen if they find out about you just like this.
kiri closes her eyes and calms herself before trying to do the same for her brother. ânete, calm downâ she places her small hands on his cheek. âyouâve to calm down, for her?â she knew youâre his weakness and he would do anything with your name
âi wonât tell anyone.â kiri watches neteyamâs eyes blink, confused and processing her words, âbut you must tell them, everyone, tell everyone neteyam.â
heâs slowly sliding his hands down her arms and letting her go, what is she saying?
âi saw everything, the night she knew about it and how you were.â kiri didnât want to look like she sneaked into someone's business. âiâve never seen you so weak like this brother, youâre giving up something that makes you happy.â
where is this going? why is she not yelling at him that he failed to be perfect?
âi know youâre soon to be mated but why when youâre not happy? not wanting it, not in love.â neteyam takes every word of hers carefully. âif this is the future you want with her then make a progress.â
âiâm tired of hearing you cry yourself to sleep, starve yourself and worry mom and dad.â he felt like a child. âiâm sorry,â he murmurs and kiri sighs, âyou donât have to apologize for everything.â
neteyam was feeling his heartbeats quickening at his younger sister's words but itâs also painful when he remembers he canât do that cause youâre gonna be gone, soon⊠very soon.
âsheâs le-leaving,â his words are cut when his voice quivers, kiri gasps at the news. âshe said she feels like she doesnât belong here.â heâs now looking down to avoid kiriâs eyes or heâll cry
âsheâs leaving me, kiriâ his sister only pulls him close to hug him and he drops his body on her, head on her shoulder. âi love her and sheâs leaving, iâm losing her.â he wants the pain to end, heâs tired of hurting
âoh brother.â kiri pats his head, even though neteyam was the smartest and perfect to hide his emotions, this was too much. heâs literally crumbling down. âitâll be okay, everything will be okay.â
âit will be okay, everything will be okay.â your mother pats your hair when you lean on her shoulders and cry. all you do is cry, you feel bad.
youâre debating on leaving everything behind and running to your neteyam but then again thereâs his future mate being a wall to your love. âitâll be over soon when we leave.â
if not soulmates why bound to fall in love and hurt?
eywa was not fair, sheâs not fair with her doings and you donât want it. you want him, you want your man, you want neteyam, you miss him so bad.
the ritual is in two days and youâre not ready to watch them or give them your blessing as a part of a clan. once the ceremony is done you know theyâll go home, you donât even want to think what theyâll do after that.
theyâll have a fruit of love, a baby in the future⊠what about you? supposed to move on? no, you canât do that.
âweâve got to get ready, my sweet child,â your mother says as she eyes the hammock that sheltered you for years. everything is packed, ready and done.
while youâre struggling to make the pain hurt less, neteyam is struggling to make his heart beat less.
itâs now an eclipse and everyone is ready for dinner, âmom! whatâs for dinner?â tuk whines when netyiri brings the bowls and trays at the wooden table. âyouâll see babyâ she kneels down to finally join her family.
it doesnât fail to catch her by surprise when her first born is sat across the right side of the table. âneteyam?â her eyes start to whelm when her son smiles at her, oh how she missed having him around the table to eat with them.
âheâs here just like you want him.â jake says and neteyam nods.
neytiri only lets soft laugh out and places a bowl for him. âeat this, itâll help you get strength for your training.â she motions him to take his food.
kiri silently watches everyone, a smile painting her lips as she sips on her soup.
âtastes good?â neteyam nervously nods, the only thing heâs thinking is a way to bring up his love topic to them. it wasnât much late before heâs opening his mouth to speak and loâak suddenly interrupted
âdad, mom i neââŠâ
âtuk stop doing that, youâll choke.â loâak scolds at his sister and neteyam shuts his lips quick. maybe itâs the right thing not to say anything right now.
âtuk, listen to your brother honeyâ jake says and turns to neteyam, âwhat were you saying son?â
neteyam shakes his head, ânever mind iâll talk to you guys later.â he doesnât ignore how kiri lightly groans when he backs out. âiâll head inside now.â he rubs his sweaty hands on his thighs and gets back to his feet
âyou didnât even touch your food.â now thatâs a lie, he actually scooped two times and ate.
âi ate mom, itâs delicious t-thanks.â he hates when the last word breaks. on eywa heâs so nervous.
kiri was quick to follow his steps when he left and luckily her parents didn't question. she was fast to catch up with her brother and yanks his arms to make him face her, âwhat was that?â she raises her eyebrows
âwhat was what?â
âdonât play dumb with me right now.â kiri warns and neteyam clears his throat
âiâm scared okay!â he hissed, âiâm so fucking nervous my skin is crawling to leave my bones.â his sister only rolls her eye, âseriouslyâ weâve talked about this! not being a little scared ass to be telling them.â
âwhat happened to that?â she crosses her arms.
âkiri,â he sighs and drops his head down, shoulders easing. âyou donât understand how dangerous this is, what ifââ
âwhat if they hurt her?â
neteyam was awfully silent and that answers her question. âyou know mom and dad, they donât do anything about what you care and loveâŠâ kiri slowly stops when neteyam shakes his head
ânot them,â itâs not them heâs scared of, itâs Ă€yeaâs parents heâs scared of, he knows they would do anything to make their little perfect daughter that matches with him, or whatever they say.
kiri presses her lips to a straight line before clicking her tongue.
this is gonna be a bad idea or the best idea she has ever made and decided to tell him aways. neteyamâs eyes widen when his sister pulls him away from their family, what sheâs gonna tell him is the only chance to get you back and win your trust and sheâs sure neteyam will do it,
do anything for you.
àł« time skip â mating ritual ceremony
your new outfit makes your curves more defined, way more defined than your usual loin clothes that you wear.
your skin shining smoothly, the leaves barely covering your breast, you looked ethereal with your hair not braided and freely displayed all over your shoulders
âhoney, are you ready?â
your motherâs words make you gulp and suck a deep breath. âwe must be there early to leave early!â she tells while being in the other room.
you finally check yourself and talk back, âyeah, iâm ready.â you whisper morley to yourself? swallowing the lump on your throat.
âyeah, iâm ready.â neteyam closes his eyes and breaths trying to focus on not messing up everything, heâs not even sure if youâll show up and some part of him wishes you do show up
extra loincloths and decorations on his body makes him uncomfortable with its weight crushing him down.
netyiri proudly looks at her sonâs figure while the kids are outside, âmother.â the sudden call of her name, netyiri answers quickly. âwhat is it? nervous?â
neteyam gulps down his fear and walks to her, âi love youâ netyiri feels her eyes tear up and smile at him, âyour mom loves you too, baby.â neteyam envelopes her with a hug and netyiri cries to his shoulder telling him how heâs grown up
ânow donât mess my face up with tears! letâs get you ready there.â itâs time to face reality and wait for his soon to be mate come
when heâs out of his hammock, heâs greeted with his family smiling at him and jakeâs proud smile. even half of the clan was standing at his hammock.
âneteyam te suli tsyeyk'itanâ everyone chants and neteyam feels his inside clench in discomfort. he doesnât want this if itâs not with you, everything makes him sick. âcâmon son, letâs get you to the trees of voice, your mate is waiting.â
what the fuck, that was what neteyam said inside his head. what does his father mean when heâs gonna meet his mate under the trees of voice? it was all about you and him, neteyam would never mate with some random girl he is set up with in a place with memories filled with yours
neteyam turns to his sister and kiri has the same expression because what is this bullshit?
âneteâ sheâs waiting for you.â his mother placed her hand on his back. no, no, noâ his own feet are betraying him when he realize heâs walking and the clan opens way for him straight long line created till where heâs supposed to see Ă€yea
you on other hand stand in line with the people and pray under your breath for eywa to give you a strength not to cry or make a scene, especially when they will be bound where you thought you and neteyam would have been
it doesnât take long when starts to cheer as the future Olo'eyktan starts to get closer and closer.
loâak was the first one you saw from the sully families while heâs holding tuk close to him so she wonât get lost in the crowed. âAeyaeyaeyaeyaye!â the clan yells
neteyamâs eyes keep searching for specific someone which is you, eyes desperately looking for you and feeling more scared and anxious when he canât figure out your face from the crowd he takes a deep breath
you finally take his figure to your sight and god he was so beautiful.
your breath hitches at his appearance, the dangling material on his forehead making him look more attractive than he already is, you realize itâs so hard to let go of him.
you suck a deep breath when his eyes lands at yours and neteyam halts his pace, confusing everyone for a second. your tears are fast to blur your vision and you blink before looking away from him
his heart cracks when you do look away, you donât want to see him and he understands
once neteyam passed you, the crowd surrounds him and cheers when he stepped close to where Àyea is found.
you hate how your mother looks at you sympathetically while her hands grip yours tighter, âitâll be over soonâ she whispers to you but you shrug her off, only watching things unfold in front of you as your heart breaks
âit will be over soon.â neteyam says to himself
itâs sickening how everyone canât notice this is not supposedly to happen, kiriâs plan better work or heâll seriously fuck this ritual up and run away with you.
âson.â Ă€yeaâs father greets him and neteyam, bringing his hand to his forehead. âtyâmar, i see you.â he then turns to his soon to be mateâs mother and repeat his actions.
the way Àyea was smiling makes your throat hurt from desperately wanting to cry.
âno, donât tell her you see her neteyam. please. please.â
Ă€yea softly giggles when neteyam stands in front of her and blush, âneteyam te suli tsyeyk'itanâ the way she tries to voice out his name makes neteyam feel sick.
âi see you.â she says but neteyam doesnât bother to say it back making her smile slightly fall.
netyiri also notices how neteyam is acting, what would possibly be bothering him? definitely not everything.
after everyone was introduced to each other, the ceremony began. drinks were served, everyone clapping and dancing to the songs the naâviâs are singing.
youâre a little far away from the crowd to breath clear air and dry your tears that constantly burn your eyes. your eyes are on neteyam who isnât enjoy one bit of the ceremony while his soon to be mate squirms and waves her hands up
both of them are sitting on a throne-like wooden chair, both of their parents beside them just say like them.
this is so depressing how awkward and uncomfortable it looks and actually is. you think, brining the drink to your mouth
you didnât notice the naâvi male sneaking behind you that actually has been staring at you since you joined the crowd in line. âenjoying the party from far doesnât seem too boring after all.â
youâre now jumping in fear when a breath hits the back of your ear.
âmother eyaw! who the fuââ you scream and stumble in panic, but before youâre falling you feel strong arms hold you on your ground. âshit, I should've announced i came, iâm sorry.â
youâre about to tell him itâs okay and leave when heâs offering his hand for a shake.
âiâm noâxus, by the way.â great, now youâre stuck talking with someone.
ây/n.â you say and turn over to place your drink on the talk flat table looking object, itâs obvious youâre ignoring him and uninterested but he keeps talking
âwhyâre you not dancing?â the tall naâvi asks and you face him before speaking, âbecause i donât want to?â you just want this over and privacy, how hard can it get to understand!?
âmhm,â the male hums, âwanna dance with me?â at his offer, you scoff mentally and realize youâre not getting him away from you soonâ before you reject him, a strong glare radiating from far makes your body tingle
it was neteyam, sending glares to the male who was next to you while sitting far away.
you didnât bother it at first but the way neteyamâs face twists makes your brow raise. why is he bothered? jealous? if noâxus had not cleared his throat, you wouldâve forgotten about what he just said.
âlook notoxo, i really donât feel likeâŠâ you watch him awkwardly chuckle and correct you.
âitâs noâxus not notoxo.â
âyou know what? fuck it, letâs dance.â youâre pulling him to the crowd, maybe itâs the drink or maybe itâs him, itâs neteyam making you do this.
your mother was long gone to where you donât know, noâxus was just a bonus to get your frustration out and youâre now dancing with him. too occupied to bother, you havenât noticed how neteyamâs nose are flaring in anger
neteyam watches how youâre dancing and itâs very obvious itâs targeted to get him out of his mind
he is not even listening to Ă€eya and brought himself up from his throne-like seat. rage and anger is in him, this needs to fucking stop or heâll rip the maleâs hand thatâs holding you by your waist and moving you sides to side
all of his fear gone when the naâviâs eyes are on him when heâs stepping down from his seat and walking straight to you
neteyam ignores his fatherâs call, sight on you and you only. you didnât notice how heâs dangerously close until noâxus stopped his moving. âwhat is it?â youâre annoyed when your distracted self is brought back to reality
âput your hands off of her.â it was an order and noâxus looked at him manically. âiâm not fucking repeating myself.â all the naâviâs are confused, even his parents and Ă€eyaâs family.
your body is jerked away from the stranger you just met and you hiss when neteyam tugs you close to him. what is he thinking? in front of everyone? his last words makes the whole omatikaya village gasp and whisper.
âfucking let go of whatâs mine and find your own mate.â neteyam scowlâs dangerously.
howâre we feeling, sweets? are we feeling anxious? excited? invested? spill in the comments cause i love reading your thoughts sjsjsj
also do you guys want a toe curling smut at the end or no? since neteyam is aged up!20 years old in this series, lmk in the comments if you want smut â tag list in the comments <3
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RDA Jake is the cutest clueless fucking thing and i love it đ
His RDA era is still my fucking favourite and i can't get enough of him đ©âš
Just look at his cute face oh my god *faints*
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NSFW hcâs for the Sully men bc I am bored:
MDNI
General:
âą They are each EXTREMELY fertile, pregnancy is almost inescapable when youâre with one of these boys.
âą On top of being very fertile, they enjoy breeding their women more than anything, so cock-warming is a nonnegotiable.
âą They have great stamina, allowing them to go round after round, ensuring they âfuck you properlyâ.
âą They arenât particularly vocal, (unless overstimulated) but the growling, grunting and whimpering in your ear never ceases.
âą Major pleasure doms fs
âą Think with their dicks more than anything (specifically Jake and Loâak)
âą They enjoy scenting and marking their women in every way possible, even if itâs just leaving you full of leaking cum, to fend off other interested men.
Jake:
âą He will happily be late to any of his duties if it means an opportunity to fuck you full.
âą Is especially sensitive about you touching his jewels, the feeling of them swelling within your small grasp always has him keening.
âą Wonât admit it aloud but heâs totally came untouched to the thought of you in lingerie, giving him a lap-dance.
âą Hates when you hide your noises from him, he doesnât give two shits if somebody is standing 5ft away, let them know youâre his.
âą Likes to fuck around by grinding against you in public, not so subtly. He has no regrets when youâre all needy and wet for him by the evening.
âą Enjoys littering your inner thighs with deep-purple marks, secretly hoping they are noticeable to other people later on.
âą Uses his old camera to create some fun videos with you, mainly so he can fuck into his own fist whilst youâre busy.
âą Craves nights where you beg him to be rough, sure he enjoys making slow tender love to you, but being able to use you as he pleases always excites.
Neteyam:
âą Is a huge family guy, consistently keeping you bred and arguing that his heart will never be full enough of you and your ever-growing family.
âą Prefers your muffled moans and gasps, heâd rather be the only man in the universe to hear such sounds from you, he can prove you are all his in so many other ways after all.
âą He is always in favour of doggy-style. Heâd never pass up the chance to mount and rut into you with all the energy he has. Simultaneously pushing your head into the cushions of your shared bed.
âą He will lean over your shoulder and whisper the filthiest nothings, accompanied by licking your hot pulse-point, hoping to encourage copious amounts of slick from you to aid in his relentless pounding.
âą Absolutely has a dick and tongue piercing. Though he may be a bit ashamed by his past foolishness, he soon figures the endless orgasms they produce from you are quite worth it.
âą If he isnât thinking tactically or about what his next meal will be (probably you), heâs planning all the positions he will put you in throughout the night.
âą Gets especially needy in the mornings, often waking you up with the prodding of his swollen cock-head, at your already soaked entrance.
âą Is especially sensitive on his tip, the way your walls squeeze and slide over it have him near cumming on the spot each time. When it pushes against the textures of your cervix though, he dives over the edge practically every time. (Good thing heâs got that endless stamina)
Bonus: âą Will lazily thrust into you throughout the early morning, coaxing both your orgasms slowly before thrusting forward abruptly and emptying every last drop into your aching cunt, remaining there until he is 110% certain youâll be giving him another child to cherish.
Loâak:
âą Loves to sit and watch you fuck yourself with your fingers all evening, smirking consistently because he KNOWS his cock has ruined you for anything & anyone else.
âą Will comfortably have a conversation with any family member over the comm devices, while fully sheathed inside your warmth.
âą Will attempt to breed you anywhere, anytime regardless of who is around. That man has his priorities set fs.
âą Fucking creams himself when you openly submit to him, wether it be through a suggestive âyes sirâ or spreading yourself open upon your shared bed, ready for him.
âą Bites onto your shoulder to muffle his increasing moans when your soft pussy becomes too much for him. The feeling of his cockâs ridges hooking into your wet walls only intensifying this.
âą Most sensitive at his slit, the second you tease your delicate fingers or hot tongue along it, he is gone. His hips will be jolting as he fights to hold back an orgasm, succumbing to the tantalising feeling of your pinkie-finger pushing into his tiny slit, teasing him.
âą Secretly wants nipple piercings but would never express that openly, he fears what will become of him the day you realise how stimulated his tits can get. Sticks to ear piercings instead and is yet to grasp how Neteyam dealt with the pain of piercing his own cock.
âą Also unlike Neteyam, he is not as fussed about ensuring his bloodline carries on through the next 20 generations, BUT he does take pride in having a family with you and will never refuse breeding you so long as youâll let him.
And thatâs all, feel free to speak on any of your own hcâs!! đ©”
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and then wish to live like them afterwards
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MY PFP đ€đ€đ€đ€ GOIN INSANNEWWWW
whoever drew this U NEED YO PUTHY ATE
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â ITâS CUFFINâ SEASON, AND ALL THE GIRLS BE NEEDINâ, I NEED A BIG BOY â â jake sully.
MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ đ đ° .á WARNINGS: fem reader ă established relationship ă naâvi toruk makto jake x human reader ă daddy kink: âma sempulâ = father in naâvi ă dacryphilia mention ă squirting ă size kink ă overstimulation ă objectification.
JAKE SULLYâs rearranging your guts while youâre crying, âma sempul, ma sempul,â over n over again. he scoffs, and it dissolves into a dizzying grin and snicker at you, those canines glinting in the dull light while his hand on your waist is rocking your little body on n off his cock. sticky with white cream it strings out every time he sheathes and pulls out, breathless n husky while your tiny pussyâs squeezing every last drop outta him.
âyeah? yeah, baby? whoâs your daddy?â he taunts, flicking his chin up while youâre squeezing your eyes shut trying to cope with his size. it hurts. and youâre squirting all over him for it. wet spray pumping out of you in waves as his tip keeps panging that spongy spot inside you. you cry out and latch onto his thick wrist as you ride it out, and he plugs you up with his cock, letting your warm liquid run down his thighs. âkeep talking, i wanna hear it.â he encourages and you release the breath you were holding in a sputter.
âfuck!â you exclaim all pitchy. and you relax, sinking, toes curling from the comedown of squirting and the feeling in your tummy unable to decide whether to tighten or release. âmmm, ma sempulâŠâ you whine. âf- feels so good,â shivering, you peel your eyes open, lashes heavy from your tears and look up at him pathetically. his strength is still guiding you back n forth, and your head juts from the force as he does it, the gross sounds of sex filling the silence a second. âyouâre so big.â you sigh, and let your head collapse as you bite down onto your lower lip hard. your legs suspended in mid-air are raised that much more with his other hand hooking under one knee, scooping it up. that lethal naâvi dick shoving in to a spasming and overstimulated hole, still battered from being fucked into squirting with just a cock.
âthaâs right; youâre mine.â
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â ËïœĄâàš Summers In Pandora Masterlist à§ËïœĄË â
About â Welcome to my masterlist which will contain all my written works for me and @neteyamsoareâs event ! if you want to join it as well, our prompts and guidelines are posted here!!
Advisory â 17+ Only! The content of these posts will contain nsfw content so if you arenât 17 or older please donât interact! Warnings will be given at the top of every fic so please interact carefully!
Notes â Iâm so excited to be posting this list and sharing what character Iâll be pairing with each prompt! July is almost here and i can't wait to show y'all what Iâve been working on and iâm excited to read the fics you guys fics as well!! ă»If you would like to be tagged in any of these works click here â Special Events Taglist
Day One â Age Gap // Tonowari
Day Two â One Bed // Neteyam
Day Three â Angry/Hate Sex // Loâak
Day Four â Discipline // Neytiri
Day Five â Jealousy // Tsuâtey
Day Six â Choking // Aoânung
Day Seven â Makeup Sex // Neteyam
Day Eight â Corruption // Tonowari
Day Nine â Morning Sex // Jake Sully
Day Ten â Lactation // Jake Sully
Day Eleven â Somnophilia // Tsireya
Day Twelve â Mirror Sex // Neteyam
Day Thirteen â Sex Pollen // Loâak
Day Fourteen â Dilf/Milf // Jake Sully
Day Fifteen â Drunk Sex // Neteyam
Day Sixteen â One Night Stand // Loâak
Day Seventeen â Quickies // Loâak
Day Eighteen â Forced Proximity // Aoânung
Day Nineteen â Dirty Talk // Neteyam
Day Twenty â Recording/Sex Tape // Spider
Day Twenty One â Submission // Loâak
Day Twenty Two â Friends With Benefits // Loâak
Day Twenty Three â Mutual Masturbation // Neteyam
Day Twenty Four â Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl // Loâak
Day Twenty Five â Exhibition/Voyeurisum // Tsireya
Day Twenty Six â Breeding/Mating Press // Aoânung
Day Twenty Seven â Degradation // Aoânung
Day Twenty Eight â Caught Masturbating // Aoânung
Day Twenty Nine â Manhandling // Tonowari
Day Thirty â Shower/Ocean/River // Ralak
Day Thirty One â Body Worship/Praising // Aoânung
â all rights reserved © INLOVEWITHPANDORA 2024. all fanfics belong to me, do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend on tiktok any of the works seen here.
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FANTASIZE â
masterlist.
pairing: jake x reader
warnings: explicit sexual content, fem!human!reader, semi-public sex, piv sex, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, breeding kink, cumming inside, glowy cum | wc: 16k | ïżœïżœ
note: i've been promoted to: avatar writer. my first time writing for it (def not my last!) lemme know what u think ;-) also his smirk in the header....GET INSIDE ME
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†fantasize | all the time (if you were mine)
†It's official - Jake is sick and tired of Norm giving him shit. While he can't claim to know as much about Pandora as Norm does, there's still a few things Jake can afford to do to piss him off even more for the fun of it, and it just so happens that Norm's sister works as a scientist in the lab - which to Jake spells perfect revenge in its simplest form.
Itâs official â Jake has had enough of Normâs bitching and whining.
For the last two months, Jake has endured a lot, more than he ever asked for or wanted; whether it was Neytiri on his ass about becoming an Omatikaya and never missing a single beat of training for it, Grace nagging him about video logs, or even Norm giving him so much shit over every single thing he didnât spend three years learning in simulations and classrooms â heâs sat and listened to all of it without complaint.Â
Jake has never once fought back, never once raised his own grievances about how tedious and time-consuming everything actually is on one manâs shoulders, and yet it all keeps coming.
The worst thing is that he can understand all of it to an extent. Thereâs a necessary need for attentiveness when learning the ways of the Omatikaya, and the longer it takes, the worse his chances get with the rest of the clan. The video logs? Theyâre not that important, Jake thinks, but it keeps Grace off his back for the small kernel of time he actually spends in the real world and not inside of his avatar.Â
But with Norm, Jake canât seem to understand what is actually bothering him enough to be so goddamn bitter about every little thing.
Of course, heâll never fit into Tomâs shoes, not in the way everybody expects him to. He didnât spend three years of his life learning how to control an avatar or how to function on Pandora â every day is quite literally a learning experience, a practical education that neither a lab nor a stuck up prick like Norm can teach.Â
And, while heâs on the subject, Jake actually thought Norm would be a decent ally, at least until he almost died and got saved â with reluctance â by the daughter of the Oloâeyktan and somehow ended up being thrust into learning their way of life.Â
Nobody seems to remember the giant part of the story concerning how he almost got devoured by an oversized dog in the process.
Instead, Norm wants to bitch about how Jake knows nothing, and treats him like a genuine idiot. Jake might be a few years short of being educated on the Naâvi, but heâs not stupid. He can still do stuff, stuff that Norm canât; but reasoning with the man is like trying to convince the Naâvi that the Sky People are actually friends and not foes, and itâs pretty obvious that thatâs never going to happen.
When Norm begins his daily ritual of berating Jake on his lack-of knowledge regarding the Hallelujah Mountains that surround their shitty little containment, Jakeâs willing to sit through it and take it like a champion.Â
Norm starts weaving his conspiracies to the cluster of scientists about how Jake is a terrible candidate for joining the Omatikaya clan and that all he cares about is sucking up to the Chiefâs daughter â not true, by the way, for Neytiri can only stomach being near Jake because she has to and on rare occasions, he can do something absurdly dumb to make her laugh â and Jake begins to mentally tap out of the debate, rolling his eyes to the side and sighing as he watches you duck your head through a low archway with a bowl of slop in your hands.
Jake watches you for around three seconds before the lightbulb flickers alight above his head.
And then he grins.
Itâs hard to believe that you and Norm are related â Jake canât find any similarities between the two of you. Youâre incredibly compassionate and communicative, never letting Jake suffer in his silent struggle of stupidity, and not to mention youâre incredibly beautiful; whereas Norm is just⊠Norm. A bitter, angry, red-faced man who does a piss poor job at hiding his insatiable jealousy of how wasting your life in a classroom or behind a book actually means very little in the grand scheme of achieving your goals.Â
Example A: Jake of the Jarhead clan, ex-military, future Omatikaya. Cross-reference to Norm: sad loser. Jake signs his name on the mental essay heâs compiling as Norm drones on about culture and ignorance and narrows his gaze on you as you close in on the group.
Jakeâs actually always liked you. Youâre a no nonsense kind of woman who loves science and the Naâvi, and, unlike your brother, you actually treat him like an equal. Even now, as you slip next to him and lean back against the low metal work-surface, you meet Jakeâs gaze with an eye-roll and smile, and his grin only widens from it.
Oh, how he loves that you like him. Although you spend so much time engrossed in your work and documenting on paper whatever Jake recites from his daily activities within the clan, Jake happens to know that you like him, and in hindsight, itâs never been a secret. For the first time, Jake lets himself consider the possibility of that being just another reason for Norm to suddenly despise him, but the idea warms his stomach rather than churns it.
âI can totally see Jake ruining all of our chances at building bridges by just burning them all together,â Norm huffs, folding his arms and wrangling a dirty glare in his direction. Jake welcomes it with the same smile thatâs been blooming over his face for the past two minutes, which worsens Normâs mood.Â
âI donât see you building any bridges, either,â you say to Norm. âJakeâs been more valuable to this program than you have as of late.â
Norm bristles. âOne of us has actually been doing research while the other is trying to seduce an Oloâeyktanâs daughterââ
âJakeâs doing field research, Norm,â Grace says, her eyes still glued to her microscope. âAnd he knows better than to seduce anybody when we havenât properly studied the relations between Naâvi and avatars yet. And there are bigger issues at stake right now.â
âI can get results on that if you want me to,â Jake offers.
âNo, Jake.â
Jake shrugs. While Norm continues his tirade against Jakeâs rather noble endeavours with the Omatikaya, he turns his gaze back towards you and lets his mental clogs turn.
At this point, Jake thinks that even if you agreed with some of Normâs points, it wouldnât make any difference. There is absolutely nothing he can do to please Norm, and so maybe he should just stop trying. Then again⊠Thereâs something hideously funny in how worked up Norm gets when somebody jumps to his defence, particularly you.
And considering most of Normâs insecurities come from seeds he planted all by himself without any concrete evidence to support most of the points, Jake knows that anything he does from here on out will drive Norm into a slow burning insanity.
âIs it because Iâm in a wheelchair?â Jake asks suddenly.
Norm huffs. âOf course not. Itâs because you donât take any of this seriously. Everything is a game to you. All of us here have spent years building up to this assignment while you read a manual and called it a day.â
âWhat? Iâm serious. Iâm one of the best avatar drivers here,â Jake says smugly. Grace finally looks over with an irate look â something tells him he wasnât supposed to tell everyone that she had told him that.Â
Normâs face turns a whole new shade of pink.Â
âIâm also a quick learner. The Omatikaya are trusting me more and more each day, so while I go out there and find out valuable field research for this programââ Jake looks at you with a deliberately sweet look and you laugh quietly, ââyou can stay here and look at plants and mud and cells.â
âYou probably donât even know what a cell is.â
âSure I do. Where they lock up all the bad guys.â
Norm opens his mouth to say something more, probably missing the joke like he does every time, but this time Grace swirls in her chair and sighs loudly, looking between the two of them like they were children.
âAlright, ladies, youâve measured your dicks at equal length. Youâre both doing good work around here, so Norm, why donât you just let Jake go back to doing his work with the Omatikaya and you can just get some rest. Jesus, youâre both making everyone miserable, itâs affecting my work ethicâŠâ
âYeah, sweet dreams, Norm,â Jake calls, and Norm gives him a filthy scowl before snatching his things up off the desk, holding them secretively to his chest as he stomps towards the back room lined with their bunks.Â
Jake feels the dark and evil energy follow him out the room and then he finally looks around the lab in disbelief.Â
âJake, go, youâll be late, donât keep Neytiri waiting,â Grace reminds him, switching off the bulb to the microscope and stretching her arms as Trudy claps her hands and silently announces her retirement to the bunks after Norm. âDonât forget to make a log when you get back. Donât let him forget, will you, Spellman?â
Grace looks at you with a look that suggests no room for negotiation. It was an order. She collects her things, claps Jake on the shoulder and grabs a cigarette from the net by the archway and takes it with her towards her separated bedroom.Â
When the door to her little cubicle rattles shut, Jake shakes his head with a quiet laugh and rolls himself forward, giving you room to assemble your own work station where he had just been.
âStaying up late tonight?â he asks you, taking a swig of water before pushing one of the buttons to the link unit, waiting as it whirs to life.
You settle your stuff down and walk towards him. âYep. I actually do have some work on cells to finish up.â
Jakeâs lips quirk. âNot your usual ballpark, is it?â
âNo, but thereâs not really a surplus of Naâvi around here to communicate with,â you say in reply, rummaging with the unit to help Jake into the gel pack mattress. Usually he dismisses the help, but when itâs you helping him get comfy, then heâll stomach his pride and accept your kindness. Heâs surprisingly light, as normal, and you frown.Â
âDonât forget about the real world, Jake, you gotta take care of yourself.â
âDonât worry, I got this,â he assures you. âYou need anything while Iâm out?â
Another thing that will shave a few years off Normâs life â Jake bringing you things, extraordinary and otherwise unattainable when stranded in the mountains things for you to study and report. You hum thoughtfully at the offer, pushing his head down softly when he wriggles restlessly, a little to eager to get to whatever heâs doing in the forest tonight.
âIf you happen to cross paths with a tsawksyul, a simple cutting would be appreciated,â you tell him, opting for something a little more simple than normal, considering Jakeâs busy these days training. âIf you donât forget while youâre busy seducing daughters, of course.â
Jakeâs grin returns, if not out of genuine amusement then just to see you smile in return and do the little head-tilt thing that Jakeâs discovered he adores.
âNot my thing. More into scientists,â he tells you, watching in the final moments before you shut him in the pod at how you shake your head and turn yourself away from him.
There was no rejection. No refusal. Just a smile.
A smile that sets his plan into motion.
No wonder Norm is always in a terrible mood. You find that his notes on the cells found in the mossy undergrowth of the forest is as chaotic as it can possibly be, which has left you using Graceâs Bible on Pandora botany as a guide and squinting to find the connections between his barely legible notes.
Itâs basic knowledge that when cells die and a genetic material begins to unfold, a charge of energy is released; this concept has been the fundamental structural point to Normâs notes on the moss and how each step at night causes a ricochet of expanding light, but there has to be something more than everybody is missing. Even in Graceâs book, thereâs not enough information regarding how it works; if itâs connected to Eywa, if it is a response to another organism, whether it breathes and lives as its own entity.
Alongside Normâs notes, you very sparingly begin to make an analysis of the communicative features of Pandora plant life, and begin jotting a vocabulary to use in a later research assignment, when a sudden knock against the glass above your head makes you jump quite literally up and out of your seat.
The Hallelujah Mountains are so isolated from the rest of the human population on Pandora and used rarely by the Naâvi during the night, but you distinctly make out Jakeâs looming form standing outside with a smile on his face and relax. His skin is a bioluminescent explosion of colour, and for a moment youâre struck dumb staring at him until he waves his hand as if beckoning you outside.
You throw a cautious look over your shoulder, but the lab is silent and still. With that in mind, you reach for one of the exo-packs and shrug on your cardigan hanging on the back of the chair you were just on and hesitantly begin to make your way outside.
Very sparingly have you been outside of Site 26 to explore, and never once on your own. Grace has drilled into you the strict importance of respecting the laboratory rules and curfew, and if youâre going to wander outside after hours in the name of research, then please, wake her up too.Â
But you wonât be alone out there, not when Jake is waiting for you outside.
Jake drops to a squat in anticipation when the airlock doors to the lab force open with a wheezy breath, and he sees you cautiously step out and secure a button on your cardigan in place. The gesture almost makes him croon. He rarely sees you at night since heâs learned the value of getting rest in between his adventures in his avatar, but now he canât believe what heâs been missing out on seeing past his bedtime.
You look tired, your hair out of place and messy, but he recognises your attempt to look more alert when you step towards him with a slight bounce.
âHey, tĂŹyawn,â he calls to you, as you stare up at him even whilst drawing near. Thanks to the crouch, youâre about eye-to-eye, and he watches your expression widen with wonder as you map out the illustrations of light across his nose and cheeks, before sweeping to his forehead, then his neck, and then his bare chest.
âHey, yourself,â you laugh, finding his eyes again as they glow in the low light. The Pandora skies are littered with stars and balls of unimaginable white light, but even the surrounding forest gathering around the lab to protect it from the harsh dropping winds of the mountains are pulsing with purple light, every single shrub and leaf and plant glowing with life.
Jake stares at you for a moment before producing a gift from behind his leg. You take it from him with a wide and gasping smile.
âNo way!â
âWay,â Jake says, watching you handle the flower with so much care that one might assume it would break with your touch. With the way Jake was swinging it around on his way up here, heâs actually shocked that itâs still in one piece, but something in the way you respond to everything Jake does or brings tells him that even if heâd brought a portion of it, youâd be just as pleased.
âThanks,â you say, turning slightly as you tell him youâre going to put the tsawksyul in the lab for safe-keeping. But Jake reaches his arm out to trap you from leaving, cocking his head to the side with a soft smirk when you round back on him curiously.
âItâs not gonna die if you leave it out here, itâs a flower,â Jake tells you, jerking his head in another direction. âWanna look around with me?â
You pause, and he can tell youâre genuinely conflicted. Grace said not to leave the vicinity under any circumstances out of respect for the Naâvi and the lab rules. But she also said not to go outside without her, and here you are.
âGrace will be mad if she finds out Iâm gone,â you tell him slowly.
âProbably.â
âAnd Norm.â
Jake feels a rush of something at the mere mention of your brother, and his tail swishes against the rocks behind him.Â
Jake leans closer to you. âWell, him I donât care about.â
Mindful of the plant in your hand, you gently push Jakeâs chest back until he rolls on his heels, unable to fight the smile on your own face.
ââŠWhere will we be going? I canât go far just in case Grace wakes up and comes looking for me.â
Jake tilts his head up to the sky and to the top of the mountain peak that houses the lab. From his own experience scouting up there, Jake knows thereâs a small incubation of trees that offers a compelling view of the entire mountain range, as well as offering a minor collection of plants he thinks youâll die over once you see.
But that just wouldnât be as evil as what he originally had planned. He then rolls his head towards the small section of trees that border the back of the lab, close to where the bunks are, and he then looks back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
âWeâll stay close,â Jake promises.Â
You hesitate once again and guiltily look at the lab. Itâs not like itâs going anywhereâŠ
âAlright,â you sigh, looking back at Jake and watching his smile widen as if heâs just obtained a great victory. Thereâs no room in your stomach for suspicion to grow â itâs overrun with butterflies when Jake points his head in the direction of the snug tree line and holds out his finger for you.Â
You stifle a laugh and reach to hold it, setting the tsawksyul on the ground tucked under the same window he just scared you from and join him on the slow walk to wherever he means to take you.
Being with Jake has always felt easy, but being with Jakeâs avatar is practically uncharted territory. Itâs a struggle to remember that it is actually the same man you like so badly back in the lab, the same guy who deliberately rams your ankles with his wheelchair just to watch the way you catch yourself as you fall, the same guy who you think uses you as a factor to piss off your brother but in a way that you find strangely attractive.Â
Now, heâs an almost ten foot Naâvi leading you in the whimsical dark towards a cluster of trees, and you donât know how to begin separating the feelings you have for Jake from the feeling of nerves you feel around his alter ego.
You can barely make out Jakeâs face all the way above your head, not until he feels your stare and looks down at you beside him. Thereâs a similarity in his human expressions with his Naâvi ones, which is fortunate considering there was a time where you thought the avatar looked more like Tom than it did Jake. Now that theyâre one in the same, and now that Jake is in front of you in his avatar form and the feelings you have for him are still lingering, youâre beginning to accept the likeness between the two of them.Â
âWhat did you do today?â you ask him, referring to his ritualistic training with Neytiri.
Jake hums thoughtfully. âNothing compared to Norm, Iâm sure.â
At that, you laugh. âIâm seriously asking, Jake.â
âAlright⊠Neytiri has me reading the signals of the forest whenever we go hunting,â he explains sparingly, seeming not in the mood to talk training now that youâve reached the lay of forest near the back of the lab. He surveys the setting and the space between the lab and the fringe of leaves and bushes and nods, as if satisfied but then pulls you deeper into the thrush of leaves.
âShe says everythingâs connected,â he continues. âShe also says Iâm a terrible shooter.â
âYouâre missing your shots?â you tease. Jake turns back to you with a grin that you honestly walked into when you asked.
âNot all of âem.â
After the short walk, Jake is finally satisfied with the burrow of bushes and rocks that outline the small selection of forest behind the lab, and he looks up to once again gauge the distance and is pleased when the lab doesnât look too far away. Jake hears you rustle and sit on one of the low rocks with your knees to your chest, and then drops to his usual squat in front of you, arms rested on his knees, gently fiddling with his fingers.
âHowâre your cells?â he asks, but youâre so busy gazing at the forest around you and the stars above your heads that he fears youâre not even listening. Jake instead settles for watching you.
He knows heâs in over in his head when even his avatar likes you. Jakeâs had nowhere near as much experience navigating his way around how to use this body than the other drivers, let alone time to understand the signals his body sends him or the feelings different things have to him, but he can tell the difference between being you friendly and not, even when heâs not totally familiar with how it all works. And on top of that, there are so many random variables to being Naâvi to get his head around that he never even thought of until Neytiri or Grace filled him in on what the hell was going on with his body at certain times of the month.
Heâs stupid sometimes, true, but not totally naive. Jake recognises the tug in his chest as he looks at you â he feels the same thing when heâs in his human body. Heâs no expert on Naâvi, never claimed to be, but he feels there must be something instinctive in the way he feels for you and the way his avatar senses it. And with Normâs fresh-faced hatred in full flush whenever Jake makes that fact known, heâs not at all surprised that those feelings have suddenly become so full frontal now that heâs had enough of Normâs bullshit.
âItâs amazing out here,â you say, to Jake but also to the wind as you completely crane your head up to look through the cracks in the branches and leaves. âDonât you ever wish Earth had looked like this?â
âI havenât really thought about Earth since I left,â he confesses, shuffling closer to you while youâre occupied with mapping out the stars in the sky.
âNot once?â You look down at him. If youâre taken aback by the sudden closeness between you, you hide it well.Â
Jake shrugs. âNothing I need is there.â
Fair enough. You stare at him for a moment and think about that before agreeing.Â
âMe too.â
The branches above your heads sway in a gentle breeze and Jake watches you hug your cardigan around yourself before asking, âSo, whyâre we here? Did you wanna show me something?â
âWhat, the stars not enough for you?â Jake looks up to the sky.
You laugh quietly. âIâll never get enough of them, actually. Beats the lab ceiling by a long shot. Looking at the stars through the windowâs not the same⊠I wish I didnât have to use this maskââ You throw him a playfully exasperated look, ââI wish I had an avatar.â
âWhy donât you?â Jakeâs never asked, never thought to ask. But youâre the only scientist in his close collective of scientist âfriendsâ who doesnât actually drive an avatar, and is instead limited to just studying everyone else's.
âIt was never really my thing,â you explain, settling comfortably atop the rock and throwing the glances to the sky away to focus on him. Like the lab, theyâre not going anywhere, and the ones tattooing Jakeâs skin are far more interesting. âOkay, thatâs a lie. I think the avatars are fascinating, just like the Naâvi, but sometimes you take what youâre given when youâre given it. Norm has always had to be better than I am, always one step ahead. Plus, our inheritance only stretched as far as to cover the contract costs of one avatar driver.â You laugh, âAnd Normâs older.â
âDamn, so we just got stuck with Norm,â Jake comments, only to make you laugh again, which thankfully works. âIâd have a better time out here if it were you and not him.â
âHeâs actually very insecure about that,â you tell him, watching his amusement grow without knowing the exact reasons for why. âHe always goes on about how your avatar is much more built. I guess Tom was just more athletic and the avatar reflects it, I donât think Normâs used so much as an elliptical since high school⊠Anyway, heâs very vocal on how unfair the avatar program is in that regard.â
âYou agree with him?â
Jakeâs fingers ghost across your ankle.
âOne: heâs my brother, and Iâm not going to answer that question honestly. And two: letâs not forget who the avatar is modelled off. Tom was very handsome.â
âGrowing up, I was always the pretty twin.â
You hum. âI couldnât tell.â
Jakeâs never ever considered the fact of you knowing his brother well before he died. Heâs never had to think about it before, not until now, but he pushes the thought away and falls back into the thoughts of what he came here to do in the first place.
âYou donât think Iâm handsome?â
He watches your grin widen. âI didnât say that, did I?â
Jake creeps forward slightly, and this time you notice, moving your toes back further towards your bum on the rock while Jake continues his close creeping.Â
âI think youâre a very pretty woman,â Jake murmurs. âBeautiful, even.â
âNormâs not here to get mad at you for saying that,â you remind him.
ââm not saying it for Norm to hear.â
You feel Jakeâs hand sliding to wrap around your ankle and you shudder when he smooths his way up to your calf. Youâve never interacted with any Naâvi like this before, never felt their skin pushing against your own. With a glance down at his hand, you frown and work your way back up to his face, his eyes lit up in the dark.
âItâs not fair that youâre using your avatar against me right now,â you mutter, making him laugh through his nose and bring his body closer to the round edge of the rock. He considers it progress when you remain rooted in place once his hands run up the length of your legs to your waist.
You watch his nostrils flare slightly as he observes you, which only makes you feel more nervous and trapped here.
âAll Iâm doing is talking,â says Jake.
You scoff at him. âDoes all your talking involve hands on the waist, Sully?â
He shrugs. âOnly with really pretty people.â
Jakeâs ears prick when you sigh and look back up at the stars. He doesnât move his hands, but he senses your body tensing beneath his touch, smells the change in your body as he speaks. Heâd love that part of being Naâvi a lot more if he knew what those changes meant exactly, and he canât figure it out even as he stares at you intently.
His thumbs smooth from left to right, feeling the nub of your ribcage with every stroke over your tank top and tries to level his face into one of absolute neutrality when you look back down at him.Â
âWhat are you doing, Jake?â
Not what he was expecting you to say, if heâs being honest.
âNothing,â he says.
âYouâre being weird,â you reply, narrowing your eyes suspiciously. It has the opposite effect, and you watch him struggle not to smile. His hairline raises when his brows do, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes when you figure him out, âDid you actually bring me out here just to flirt with me?â
He does nothing except look at you, as if the answer is painfully obvious and youâre stupid for not realising it sooner.
You sigh loudly. âJake, Iâm sorry that you didnât get the memo like everybody else, but you didnât need to lure me out the lab in your avatar if you wanted to get my attention.â
His thumb continues to move and his eyes drop slightly.
âI wouldnât say I lured you out here,â Jake replies. You watch his eyes zero back in on yours and you fight your body against the urge to wrap up and hide from him.Â
âYou canât be that stupid, I refuse to believe it,â you laugh disbelievingly, which makes him raise his brows questioningly. Even with a layer of plastic obstructing your face from his, Jake canât get over how pretty you look. âYou have to know that I like you even when youâre not a big blue alien.â
Jakeâs grin widens, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. âI know. Youâre really bad at hiding it.â
âOkay,â you say, feeling under your cardigan for his hands and attempting to wrestle them away, but he doesnât budge. You laugh again, as if the whole thing is genuinely funny for you, âthen you can always make your thoughts about that known when I see you in the lab. In person.â
âIâm not doing anything I wouldnât in there if I had the chance,â Jake tells you, moving his hands but only to sandwich them between your tank and your skin. The feeling of his palms flat against your stomach makes you jump slightly and reach for his wrist.Â
âPlease. I see you every single day.â
âYeah, and your brother, and Grace, and Trudy,â Jake points out. âI canât get a second alone with you. What would you have me do, make a move with your brother breathing down my neck about it?â
âYou could just be upfront. Save me from looking like an idiot.â
âCome on, baby, letâs be real.â
The smile he has on his face is unmoving, and you search every corner of it to find signs of his sincerity falling and find nothing. But something feels wrong.
Youâve spent close to two months in the long shadow drawn by everything else in Jakeâs life, and considering Jakeâs newfound role of future Omatikaya warrior, you feel that the time he spends in your company has become less and less. So now that Jake has decided to pick up on whatever signals you were sending him and respond to them, you assume itâs all in the name of good fun to piss off Norm.
Feeling Jakeâs hands creeping up your body in the middle of the Hallelujah Mountains and with no older brother here to glare at either of you, youâre rethinking everything you thought you had figured out.
âI donât get it,â you say finally.Â
Jake just laughs quietly. âYou thought I just rammed my wheelchair into your feet for fun?â
âYou mean to tell me that was your way of showing interest?â you ask unconvincingly.
ââŠNah. I liked watching you fall, though,â he grins. Jake picks himself up from his squat and looms over you like a shadow, watching you fall back onto your forearms as you stare up at him. He sets one knee between your legs and leans down slightly, breathing in deeply in a way that has you thinking heâs actually sniffing the air around you.Â
âHoney, Iâm all kinds of obsessed with you.â
You blink. âYou certainly gave nothing away.â
âI bring you shit all the time.â
âIâm a scientist, I didnât know you did that because you liked me. I thought it was just because I wanted better samples than Norm.â
âI mean, that definitely helped motivate me to find everything.â
âYou never even told me you liked me.â
âWell, Iâm telling you now.â
âOkay, well, tell me tomorrow when youâre awake and not allâŠbig,â you frown.Â
Jake chuckles. âYou donât like me now, or something?â
âI definitely never said that. I just want to hear human Jake Sully tell me how he feels without using his avatar to try and win me over.âÂ
Jakeâs tail swishes behind him. âYou prefer the dummy in the wheelchair?â
âI like your wheelchair,â you tell him quietly, running your hand up his arm as he pins you flat against the boulder with a hand on your stomach.Â
âI donât,â he murmurs. âI like being like this. I like being bigger than you. I like smelling how much you like me.â
All of a sudden, your legs swing shut around him and you look at him in disbelief.
âFreak.â
All he does is smile.Â
âCome on, Jake, I actually donât have time for this,â you say around a groan, trying to move against him but failing miserably. An exasperated smile falls on your face. âReally? What are you even trying to achieve? Youâre seducing me with your avatar?â
His ears twitch and he angles his head to the side. âYes?â
âWhy am I getting the impression that all of this has something to do with Norm somehow?â you sigh in reply, but Jake notices the way you fall relaxed underneath him, and he has the feeling youâre in no real hurry to get anywhere else tonight.Â
âWell, it might have something to do with it,â Jake confesses, his voice lower than it was before as he draws his nose close to you and takes a deep inhale. The feeling of his braid flicking down from his back and brushing against your thighs makes you shudder, not to mention the feeling of his snout against your collarbones. âReally, I just want to spend some time with my girl while I got the chance to.â
Whatever you want to say or have planned to say dies away when you feel Jakeâs lips wander and press against your sternum.Â
Sighing, you shift your hands to his arms that have you pinned down and carefully squeeze. âGood luck with that, Sully.â
He runs his tongue flat against your skin and hears you exhale through your nose, a noise of satisfaction muffled by your closed mouth, and all at once, Jakeâs decision is final.
He is going to fuck Normâs sister.Â
And heâs going to rub salt on Normâs wounds by doing it in the way that will piss him off the most.
Jake kisses his way down the length of your body, his hands moving around your figure like a sculptor until his hands find their way to your thighs. Though oversized and covering most of them, Jakeâs hands circle around the width of your thighs and he strokes his thumbs across the inside skin of them, all while laughter bubbles in your chest.
All of this is just so absurd. If someone had told you this morning that Jake so much as liked you back, it would have taken some convincing, but if they had gone as far as to suggest heâs be attempting to seduce you in his avatar in a little chunk of forest behind the lab you pretty much live in, you would have laughed at the delusion of the thought. But now, thereâs no denying the very tangible view of Jakeâs Naâvi hands pressing down on your thighs, his eyes staring up over the slope of your body as you pick your head up to look down at him.
âThis is crazy,â you gasp.
Jakeâs teeth reveal themselves against the stretch of skin he was just pressing kisses onto, his smile widening as he speaks. âYou donât want to, baby?â
You weigh your options. Itâs either leave and go back to the lab and hope that Jake follows through on his apparent feelings for you in the morning⊠Or you can relax and enjoy.
âJakeâŠâ You pause for a moment. You want to enjoy it, and you feel the pool of desire deepen inside of you and know itâs a sensation Jake can most likely smell.Â
Heâs still your Jake, still the same guy you dote over when he remembers he has a life outside of being Naâvi. The only difference now is that heâs blue, and mobile, and double your size in every definition of the word. And suspiciously attractive, but you donât know for certain if you think that because itâs Jake or because itâs actually true as a fact. But you just canât help but wonder if Jakeâs climaxing feud with Norm is the only reason heâs pinning you to a boulder in the forest and kissing your stomach.Â
âYouâre not just doing this to piss off Norm, are you?â you ask, feeling serious all of a sudden. The only way you know Jake notices is from the way his ears flatten against his head and his eyes grow round with concern.Â
In the light, his tail flicks from side to side in the way you recognise most Naâvi do when theyâre nervous, and you fight the urge to look away from him when he stays quiet for a second, thinking of what to say in a loud silence.
Of course heâs doing this because he knows it will piss Norm off if and when he finds out. As soon as Norm catches a stinking whiff of Jake on your body when heâs in his own avatar surveying the mountains, there will be nowhere for Jake to run or roll off to and avoid Normâs volcanic rage. But he knows as well that this is a long time coming â that heâs been chasing circles around your feet for the fun of it, and now the chance has come for him to bring what heâs buried to the surface and shape it into something more.
Jake very carefully thinks of what to say. âKnowing that if I fuck you right now it will piss off your insanely annoying brother makes me want to do it more. But if the only reason I was fucking you was to piss him off, then Iâd be doing it in front of him.â
Your brows raise.Â
âOkay, that came out wrong,â Jake says quickly. âMy point is⊠I go crazy thinking about you. And everything I think about doing to you can be made possible when Iâm, as you said, all big.â
âBut⊠Normââ
Jake groans, all smiles. âOh my god, can we please stop bringing up your brother for a sec? Itâs a huge turn off.â
âIt doesnât make me feel any sexier, either,â you point out, âbut Iâm just thinkingââ
âDonât think,â Jake tells you. âThis is the one time you donât have to think about anything at all except for how youâd like me to take care of you.â
Jake returns his face to your stomach as you blink furiously, a flustered feeling creeping up over your body at the bluntness of his words. If you thought he was playing around, youâre officially convinced when his hands tighten around your thighs and he spreads them apart, pinning them down against the boulder heâs made your bed for the night. You inhale a deep breath when Jakeâs thumbs dip underneath your shorts, bunched around your inner thighs.
âI suppose it would be like killing two birds with one stoneâŠâ
Jake laughs against your skin. âJesus Christ, Spellman, quit talking so much. Who knew you were such a yapper?â
âAm not,â you protest.
You shudder when he plants another kiss on your abdomen, pings the fabric of your shorts back against your skin with a sharp sting and he grunts with a nod.
âOkay,â Jake agrees, his ears high and tail swishing playfully. âNow take off your cardigan.â
Still watching Jake on your forearms as he hooks his fingers around the waistline of your shorts in an effort to pull them down, you wrangle a sigh of protest and lift your lower body up for him, all whilst reaching for the buttons on the front of your cardigan.Â
You breathe heavily as you mumble, âDo you really need to take off all my clothes, Sully?â
âOne of us is halfway there, honey, and itâs not you,â replies Jake. His golden eyes watch with intent as he pulls the shorts down the expanse of your legs with your underwear in tow. As you shudder with the breeze fanning between your legs, Jake takes a big inhale and stares.
He barely moves an inch once the shorts and panties are in a bunch around your feet, but you busy yourself by sweeping a look at Jakeâs own attire, or striking lack of. Between his legs hangs his tewng, a simple and sparsely intricate item of clothing that leaves little to imagination when it comes to what is growing between his thighs.Â
Itâs standard attire for the Omatikaya, but youâve never seen it up close, and never on Jake himself. It hits you then that heâs still in his entire hunting gear, as if he finished up with Neytiri and brought himself here right away.
Jakeâs thighs clench as he finally moves, readjusting his footing in his dropped squat; to him, this position has become as natural as breathing, but you stare at his thighs bulging and wonder how heâs not in agony from it alone.
Jake looks up at you after his allocated time spent analysing the spot growing wet between your legs and you gulp, feeling almost nervous.Â
âWell, youâre gonna be an Omatikaya soon. One of the consequences is wearing your little g-string everywhere.â
His head leans to the side as his amusement grows. âItâs called a tewng, genius.â
That makes you laugh, and say in a melodic and sweet tone, âI know.â
But Jake bites back with the same sweet tone as you and says, âThen shut up,â and you comply. Itâs the least you can do for him when he smooths his big hands back between your legs and up close to your cunt.
Pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee, Jake inches his hands further, relishing in a deep breath as he returns to staring at the spot just inches from his fingers. From his perspective, you are hideously tiny; given the obvious lack of research on Naâvi and human sexual relations, Jake isnât totally sure youâll be able to withstand what he wants to give you.
Worth a try, though.
Jakeâs chest rises and falls as he stares in wonder at your pussy, the scent divinely pronounced, and he runs one of his fingers between your folds and up, collecting the juices on his finger as he rounds your clit in a rather observational manner.Â
You bristle, your legs instinctively trying to close â all the good it does, as Jake pushes them back open. His eyes flicker back up to yours, as if assessing his next steps, before he lowers his mouth to your cunt and without doing you the kind service of looking away, stares at you as he spreads his tongue flat between your folds.
His actions earn him a strangled moan of pleasure, and his ears twitch in satisfaction. The feeling of his tongue against you is strangely addicting, rough and soft at the same time, warm and wet and enough for your hips to lift.Â
âJakeâŠâ You gasp, feeling your eyes close, half with the pleasure of it all and also sheer embarrassment.Â
Like a predator watching its prey, Jake never looks away from your face and the way it twists, your jaw hanging open as he licks your cunt. With the size of his head alone, his tongue virtually covers every corner of your pussy with no difficulty, leaving you with no untouched itch, no ignored stretch of wet skin.Â
You canât even bear to look down at him again, and you toss your gaze up to the stars as they twinkle above, blinking, conspirators to your escapade. Biting down on your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loud, your hips slowly roll up and down as Jake sucks around your clit, his big hands working overtime to keep you from wriggling away entirely off the rock and to the ground.
âOh, godâŠâ
Between your legs is a flurry of warmth, a tingling feeling rippling down to your toes. After five dry years, it comes as no real shock that even someoneâs tongue could be ripping this kind of response from you.Â
âYou good?â Jake murmurs.
âMmh. Hot,â you rasp. It doesnât help that thereâs an exo-pack warming your face with every deep breath you take. Jake moves his mouth from your cunt momentarily as if trying to hear you, watching with curious eyes when you bite back another noise which stirs as he slides his finger towards your entrance.Â
âThis mask is really ruining my vibe right now,â you groan, your voice so throaty and strangled that Jake has to fight a smirk. He fails miserably.
âTake it off and hold your breath,â Jake replies; a laugh rumbles from his chest when you lift your head to scowl at him.
âIt would frighten people if they knew how much of a genius you were.â
Jake hums, his eyes glistening as he cocks his head, âIâm incredibly humble.â Then he wastes no more time talking and sinks his finger into you.
He sinks in with plenty of ease, your wetness guiding his finger all the way in to the knuckle and you choke back a strangled sound; one of Jakeâs fingers feels like two of your own, the stretch unfamiliar but not unwelcome after your dry spell of five cryo-stolen years.Â
Jake grins widely and inches his tongue back between your legs, swiping it over your clit and forcing the moans out from hiding in your throat.
You turn your head to the side, sparing a glance at the distant laboratory. You can only hope youâre not loud enough to startle your sleeping colleagues and brother.
âEyes down here, Spellman,â Jake mumbles, his voice vibrating across your pussy and pulling your eyes back towards him. Tears spring to your eyes as he looks up at you, working his fingers in and out of you slowly while matching his licks to the tempo.
His tongue is slightly rough and textured, each lick leaving you feeling almost ticklish. A rush of warmth pulls from your cunt up to your neck, and your thighs tremble around his head with a flushed squeeze, but Jake doesnât seem to mind; he pulls your one leg further apart with his other hand and slips in a second finger, the stretch of your hole making your back arch with a half pained, half pleasured moan.
âJake!â you gasp, your hips bucking up against his mouth, his fangs brushing across you. He has the nerve to laugh all of a sudden, pulling his mouth away after pressing a sloppy kiss to your clit. âJesus, fuck, Jakeââ
âGoddamn, you are a yapper,â Jake comments, and you glare at the almost human look of pure smugness on his face, his chin coated with saliva and juice.Â
âFuck you,â you huff, feeling the absence of his tongue immensely, despite his continuously moving fingers. Jakeâs fingers are thicker than they looked from afar â it feels like youâre full already, but youâre not willing to confess that to him. He already looks far too proud with what heâs doing.
You suppose, now that youâre thinking about it, Jakeâs had years to become familiar with a pussy; he seems to be back between your legs with a certain hunger for you, the taste of your juices sweeter than he initially expected.Â
His fingers are coated in juice, slipping into you with no resistance and curling his fingers up to make your hips lift once more. He almost wants to make a comment to fluster you, to tell you how insanely good it feels for your cunt to be quivering around his fingers, welcoming him up there as if youâd prepared for them beforehand. Jake parts his fingers inside of you, stretching you out, his mouth comfortably attached to you.
His ears twitch when you let out a wobbly cry â actually, heâs not sure if youâre crying for real or not. His eyes follow your hand as it creeps down to the hood of your pussy, just above his nose, and he pulls his mouth away for a split second.
âNo, no, go back,â you pant, and like a dog given a command, Jake pulls his soggy fingers out of your cunt and pushes his head back between your thighs, satisfied by your own pleasured sounds when he does.
Jake hooks his arm across your lower stomach, effectively pinning you to the sloping boulder while he uses his other hand to keep your legs wide apart. You forget all about modesty and self-control and open them as wide as you can for him to help, your hand stroking the top of Jakeâs hair as he burrows his way back between the wet spot he was devouring.Â
You suck in a tight and high-pitched breath when Jakeâs tongue shifts from left to right over your clit, the feeling of his tongue strange and almost like a vibration. Your hips lift from the boulder again and shift up and down â Jakeâs barely even trying, barely broken a sweat, but when he glances up at you heâs both amused and surprised by how twisted in pleasure you look. All he can see is the underneath of your jaw tilted to the sky, and one of your hands curling up around your tit under your tank top.
Jake guides his arm from trapping your abdomen up to push the bottom of your tank up above your wrist. Thereâs no way heâll let you gatekeep the sight of your tits when heâs the one making you touch yourself in the first place. His eyes are wide with excitement when you fist the fabric of your tank and yank it up above your boobs, the curve of them bouncing with the quick movement of your hand.Â
Jake groans into you, his tail curling up high. Jakeâs tasted a lot of pussy in his life, but he doesnât know what exactly youâve done to taste so good to him. He momentarily convinces himself that it feels different because heâs in a whole other body â it must just be because heâs big and strange and heâs been fucking you in his mind for a while now that you somehow feel ten times better than anyone else heâs ever been with.Â
The pool of warm juice between your legs leaves you incredibly soft and squishy, like a tĂŹhawnuwll that he has to remind himself he canât just sink his teeth into.
It could be because youâre Normâs sister. Could be because you usually appear so big when heâs resorted to sitting down all day, but now youâre helplessly tiny underneath him, trapped by his arms and head. Or it could just be because heâs an idiot who quashes his feelings rather than gives in to them.
He blinks. Your hips are so high off the boulder that Jake has to bring his arm back down to hold you in place. The less you squirm, the more drawn out he can make it, but heâs acutely aware of the tremor in your legs, the impatient rutting against his lips, the painful hardness under his tewng.
âSweet,â he grumbles. The word leaves you flustered, and the heat brewing like a bomb against his open mouth begins to rise through your body again. You forget to be quiet as you let out a high-pitched moan, feeling your toes curl in your boots and you desperately finger at your nipple, rolling and tugging on the hardened nub of flesh as Jake pins you tighter against the boulder. He laves his tongue down your cunt towards your entrance, the warm tip of it pushing to the tightened hole that Jake wants more than anything to squeeze himself inside.
âMf â Jake, come on,â you whimper.
One of his thin brows raises. âYou seduced yet?â
âFuck off. Yes.â
You feel the rumble of his laughter against your pussy. Jake presses a kiss against it and then moves his mouth to the soft skin of your inner thigh.Â
âI never let a woman go without making her cum,â Jake says, his voice muffled against your leg. He feels you quiver beneath him, and his grin widens. âYou wanna at least cum first, right?â
âPlease, Jakeââ
A startled cry of pain rips from your throat when Jake gently sinks his teeth into your leg â Jake knows his own strength and pulls back before he can draw blood, glancing at the red outline of his teeth imprinted into your leg, a ridged ring of saliva in his wake. Your head is lifted entirely to gape at him, and he looks at you with a coy expression.
âDid you just bite me?â
He smirks. âAccident. Sorry.â
âYeah right.â Your legs shift slightly around him, but Jake can smell the twisting agony of pleasure leaking out of you â heâs never been more thankful for his Naâvi body and its strange sense of smell than he is now, to be able to pick up on the need you try to hide from him, a scent he actually understands. Normally he can admire your determination, but right now, heâs more concerned with finding out how to break down your walls and unravel you the way he knows youâve been wanting him to for the last two months.
He smooches the bite one more time, his ears pricking when you whimper out a sort of desperately small sound and say, âCome on, Jake. You got me out here, donât torture me about it.â
âMe eating your pussy not enough for you?â he asks smugly. He knows it would be more than enough â call him conceited, but heâs sort of an expert on it by now.
You donât say much, nothing worth noting, at least. Jakeâs ears are tall as he lifts his head slightly, but his thumb continues to rub up and down your slit, carefully smoothing over your swollen clit almost sympathetically.
âPlease,â you beg in such a small and desperate voice that Jake smiles at the sound. You see his eyes flutter, half-lidded, as he cocks his head to the side until his temple is against your knee.Â
âHm? You just wanna say please and get it over and done with?â Jake mutters. âYou canât take any more of my fingers?â
âDonât be a prick,â you whimper. âYou want it, too.â
You feel that unkind heat simmer over you again, but not for the reason you expect. Jake blinks at you lazily, like an unimpressed cat, and then you watch as his eyes curve into crescent moons, the slint of gold virtually glowing in the Pandoran night. Then, the fucker smiles again, looking so smug that you feel embarrassed somehow, caught under his gaze.
âYeah, I do,â agrees Jake. âIâve been wanting you a long time.â
âThen, come on,â you urge. Something excited claws at you, and you feel your heartbeat race when he lifts himself slightly. âCome on, big guy. You got me out here, you win.â
He swells with pride, pleased by what is leaving your mouth in a flustered flurry.Â
âYou think you can take me all by yourself?â he asks, his hands coming to rest on your knees as he turns his gaze back to the clenching hole between your legs. Jake looks almost thoughtful as he stares at you, as if analysing. âYou could only just take two fingers.â
For such an intelligent woman, Jake finds himself amazed when you look anxious about that statement. What, do you really think heâll just give up and go? Jake doesnât care if it takes all night to get himself up your snatch, because no matter what, heâll get himself in there.
He sniggers when your mouth flounders like a little fish, your tank sliding with the angle of your body back down over your tits, but then he tuts and reaches back to pull it up. In fact, he decides itâs better off, and he uses one finger to pull the whole thing up to your chin, and lets you suffer in an anxious string of actions â you tug the tank up over your head, eyes wide, lip pouting.Â
âWanna try?â Jake asks, if not to speed along the increasing agony of his hard cock tenting under his tewng then just to put you out of your misery. âOr should I go back for seconds?â
âJakeâŠâ Your chest rises and falls as you gape at him. He went through all the trouble to get you here, and although you never expected to look at Jakeâs avatar and feel a throb between your legs, you canât even look at him without feeling overcome with the terrible, pressing desire to squeeze whatever weapon he has under his loincloth into your cunt. Jake watches your eyes look down at the darkness between his legs, to the pretty band of string tied around his middle, and then looks back at you with a sickeningly sweet expression.
âAw, honey. You want me to fuck you?â
It takes an incredible amount of effort not to scowl at him. Jake is lucky he looks so attractive with your arousal around his lips, otherwise youâd be up off the boulder and marching back to the labs for being so unbelievably full of himself.Â
But even though heâs double your size and consumed by a cocky smugness from being able bodied and towering over you, you canât think of enough reasons to warrant your leave. The only things on your mind are how much itâll hurt to get him inside you, and how good itâll feel once he is.
âThatâs why you brought me here, after all, isnât it?â you murmur, your lips curved slightly when he bows his body over you, his hands flat against the boulder on either side of your waist. âYouâve been thinking of me, right? OeyĂ€ sayrĂŹp tsamsiyu â you must have thought about this every time you went and found me a flower, right?â
Jakeâs smile turns wolfish. âYap, yap, yap.â
You all but whine underneath him. It is so unbecoming of you to be so desperate for something that you resort to writhing like a brat, but with Jake just straddling over you without doing anything, you feel the eager feeling of want coiling in your lower stomach. Your hole clenches around the air, as if trying to feel for Jakeâs fingers again, and you lift your hips up off the boulder as if to entice him.
He barely even looks down at you, which only infuriates you more.Â
For a moment, you wonder if the only reason he lured you out here was to satiate a desire of his own; maybe he just wanted to prove that he still had what it took to make a woman beg for him â though he neednât have tried so hard, considering youâd have writhed and whined for him just as much, if not more, had he just made it known that he knew about and returned your feelings sooner.
But having you touch him in an impossible silence in the shared bunks pales in comparison to now, to having you look so small and soft and inviting; for you to beg for him, to let yourself be ravaged by him in all of his strength. Why would he prefer to have you while he feels useless when he can make the most of the strong, brawny and big body his brother passed down to him?
Jake breathes deeply through his nose and chews on the inner skin under his lips. You watch in the dark as his tail coils, his ears flat, until he lowers his body down like heâs doing a press up and pushes his nose against your sternum.Â
âYou smell so pretty, baby girl,â Jake mutters, pressing a kiss against the skin sloping between your tits. Biting your lip does little to suppress the moan that spills out when Jake cups one of his hands around your breast, and you hold the back of his hand as he gently squeezes.Â
The hanging cloth of his tewng brushes past your pussy and you jolt in surprise, just in time for Jake to bring his mouth down over your other boob. The sheer size of Jake dwarfs every feature of yours, but something about your tiny size only excites him more.Â
With his lips wrapped around your tit, you try your hardest to muffle another moan at the feeling of his tongue toying around your nipple, desperately trying to find something to focus on that isnât the absurdly good feeling of Jakeâs mouth or the tewng brushing past your pussy every time Jake rocks his hips backwards and forwards.
You clench your hand over his, feeling your legs squirm around him as his sharp teeth scrape against the squishy curve of your breast. Fear should rip through you when you feel his teeth tighten around the top of your tit, but it doesnât; instead, a rush of warm excitement burns you from the inside out when Jakeâs cheeks hollow, sucking a purple blot into your skin.
âHeyââ you say cautiously, but the damage is already done. Itâs as if Jakeâs determined to make you the same shade as him; the mark he leaves is blooming and bright, and he looks all too proud of himself when he looks up in acknowledgement of your voice. His tail thrashes excitedly.Â
âLeaving that so everyone can see what you were doing when they wake up,â Jake explains, licking a strip from the swelling bruise to your neck for good measure. âMy dirty scientist.â
That is if you ever make it back to the lab in one piece.Â
Feeling the pleasure spreading across your body, youâre half contemplating staying here on this rock forever, hoping that Norm or Grace never come back here looking for samples only to find your corpse. Youâre overcome with a conflicting contrast of emotions â you suddenly feel so exposed, so unraveled, half guilty for encouraging Jake to shove his big blue fingers up your crotch, and even guiltier about the fact that you want more from him.
âEnough. Come on,â you huff, and Jake dips his attention back to the rutting of your hips, the glossy shine of your arousal. âWhile Iâm wet.â
âYou really think Iâm gonna let you dry up before I can get inside you?â Jake asks, as if the idea is beneath you both. âHave some confidence in me, Spellman.â
âI do. Full confidence. So, come on, gimme.â
Jake grins; he leans his weight up on one knee and in the light, you can just about see the protruding point of his tewng and feel your desire pooling. Itâs only when Jake undoes the string around his waist and frees what hides beneath that you start to feel your body tense unexpectedly; it is beyond you how Jake has managed to keep the spear he calls his cock hidden for so long, and even more unthinkable as to how it will fit inside of you.Â
You stare at it with wide eyes. Meanwhile, Jake holds the base of it with his hand and assesses the space between your legs again. When he guides the tip to your folds and strokes himself up and down, you feel your heartbeat quicken and your legs turn like jelly.
âYou like it?â he asks, ever so sweetly, as if itâs a new gift brought back for you to enjoy. In a way, it is a gift, something for you to sample. Jakeâs body seems to vibrate with nothing short of delight at the speechless state his dick has left you in â and he hasnât even put it in yet.
âBig, right?â he continues to ask, a smirk on his face.
All you can say is, âhow do you walk around with that thing?â
He barks out a laugh, his head tilted to the stars as his smirk widens. Jake then pushes the tip against you again with his thumb, choking down his amused sniggers as he drags himself up and down your cunt, and more than anything, he wishes he could see your face better in the moonlight. Luckily, Jakeâs spent hours staring at you in his wheelchair to be able to piece together the smudges of your features he can see in the reflection of light hanging over the front of your mask. And what he canât see, heâll hear, and what heâs not satisfied with not seeing heâll seek from you again later.
âItâll be a tight fit,â Jake thinks out loud, prodding the tip of his cock against your entrance and looking up at you once you whimper, âbut I know you can take it.â
âI dunno⊠Looks kind of bigââ
âYou can fit it in,â he tells you confidently.
But now youâve seen it, youâre slightly nervous. âWhat if I canâtâ?â
âYou were just begging me for it,â Jake says pointedly. âWhile Iâm wet, you said.â Then, he leans forward so that the wide slope of his nose is pushed against the front of your mask. âI donât care if it takes all night trying. Iâll help you fit it all in, okay?â
You breathe in sharply, feeling your hips grinding up against him. Jake tries to find sympathy for you; he supposes that if he were you and some ten foot Naâvi was trying to burrow his cock between his legs, heâd be apprehensive too.Â
âJustâŠâ you rasp, watching him desperately, and he waits kindly, though his tip is on the verge of being swallowed by your cunt. Your legs tremble when he smiles at you, one hand on his cock, the other flat against the boulder. âJust go slow, okay?â
The way he looks at you is as if youâve just said something stupidly endearing. âSure thing, Spellman.â
Jake does his best to keep up his presented facade of coolness, but you feel so warm and wet, his arm begins to shake as he supports his weight on the boulder, grunting when he aligns his cockhead with your hole and very slightly pushes in. Even though he only just had his fingers up there, he can feel your pussy resisting, and itâs only the tip.Â
Your mouth hangs open with a pained whine, the stretch uncomfortable but in spite of it, you arch your back as if trying to feel more of him inside of you.
âEasy,â he chuckles, very slowly pushing more of himself into your pussy. The noises from your mouth grow louder, and something proud purrs in his chest. His tongue pushes against the inside of his lower lip as he smirks, teeth showing, as he makes an almost amused groan. Youâre insanely tight, and unbelievably squishy and wet â and hey, itâs been five years for him, too.
âYeah,â Jake groans, pushing his hips further and pulling out, each stroke gentle and tentative. He wants more than anything to go rough, to make you mewl and cry and curl up against him, but the tearful look on your face makes him reconsider. Each time he sinks in a little bit deeper, softening the resistance of your walls as they make room for him.Â
It takes an incredible amount of self restraint to stop himself from shoving all of it in at once; youâre so tight, the tightest pussy heâs ever felt closing around his cock, and easily the best. Jake closes his eyes for a second, honing in on the squeezing clench around his cock and the unnerving, uncharacteristic silence leaving your gaping mouth.Â
âTalk to me, Spellman,â Jake groans, inching deeper inside. His ears perk again when you cry as he sinks in deeper. âSay something.â
âYou told me I talked too much,â you manage out, admirably trying your hardest to remain quiet despite the pushing twelve inches of Naâvi cock up your cunt. Jakeâs barely even inside of you; more of his dick is out than it is stuffed inside.Â
âI love hearing you talk,â replies Jake, even though he had just poked fun at your ability to talk someoneâs ear off. Had he known it would swear you into silence now, heâd have never said anything. What Jake wants now most of all is to hear your voice again, hear your pleasure, your instructions, your pleas.Â
Hearing you slip out a high pitched moan when he pushes more of his cock inside of you feels like a reward almost.Â
âCould listen to you yap away all damn day,â he murmurs quietly, his eyes finding yours behind the glaze of the exo-pack. âI know youâve always got something to say, so whyâre you so quiet all of a sudden?â Jakeâs grin brightens when you manage to suck in more of his length, âTalk to me, baby, tell me what you want, hm?â
âJust⊠Put it in,â you whimper, and his eyes widen excitedly.Â
âYou said to go slow.â
âI know what I said, but I need more.â Your eyes are so blown open heâd laugh if it didnât look so goddamn sexy. âPlease, Jake.â
âYou sure?â he croons.Â
âMm. Please â come on, pleaseâ!â
Jake snaps his hips forward so quickly that more than half of dick disappears inside of you, and the primal noise that leaves your mouth takes Jake completely by surprise.Â
âFucking shit, mama,â Jake groans, his voice rasped as he bows his chest over yours, dropping to his forearm on the boulder as he adjusts to the warmth enveloping him. âHoly shit.â
You swallow a deep breath, your hands gripping tightly to Jakeâs shoulders which forces his eyes to your face. He can make out the distinct shimmer of tears under your eyes, and he brushes his fingers across the side of your neck, tapping you to bring your eyes open and searching for him in the dark.Â
âYou with me?â he asks, chuckling slightly. âYou good?â
âOh my god,â you squeal, cunt clenching. âWaitââ
âBreathe,â Jake says quietly, pressing a kiss to the swollen bruise he sucked into your skin earlier. âYou can do it, pretty girl.â
âKeep moving, it hurts when you just stay still.â
âYes, maâam,â he mutters, his hips falling back into a slow rhythm to keep you adjusted to his twitching cock. Itâs almost disturbing how easily youâre taking him now heâs forced more of his length inside, how wet and responsive you seem to be as he sinks deeper into you.
At first, Jake goes slow, familiarising himself with every noise you give him, every twitch and shift in your body, every clench around him. You feel the smooth ridges of his cock kissing your insides, the sensation unfamiliar and strange but so fucking good. He snakes one hand under your back when you lift up off the boulder; his large palm is flat against the arch of your spine, his fingers curled around your hip.Â
You look like a toy underneath him, something he could easily just hold with one hand and fuck himself up into.
His hips snap again, faster than he intended, and more of his dick disappears inside of you. You could easily take all of him if he took his time getting you to that point, but the warmth wrapping around him like a glove is so sinful that he canât think of anything less appealing than going slow. He sucks in a deep breath through his teeth and squeezes your waist with his hand; one desperate little cry from your mouth later, and Jake forgives himself for having waited so long to get you in this position, to fuck you stupid.Â
Itâs been so long since Jakeâs been able to fuck a woman like this, and for his first time since his accident to be with you, of all people â well, Jake could think of no greater victory, no better reward for all the shit heâs endured so far.Â
He stares down at the gap between your legs, watching as his dick vanishes and reappears with every rock of his hips. Youâre taking it so well, like a champion. Pride blooms in his chest â heâd expect nothing less from his woman.
Pulling your hips down slightly to meet him as he thrusts up, Jake shoulders the control and moans in a low tone, pushing until he feels your body seize underneath him. Then, he pulls back, falls back in, and gets himself comfortable.
The stretch no longer burns the way it did, but you feel as though you can barely breathe as Jake ruts his hips up. Heâs so big in every definition of the word. He doesnât seem to notice nor care about the deep indent of your fingernails in his shoulder; he seems entirely devoted to gaining momentum, creating his own pace with his ears flat against his bowed head.
âGod⊠Jake,â you moan, feeling the slight point of the boulder against your shoulder blades and his hand squeezing your middle as you finally speak, after what feels like eons of silence to Jake.
He latches his gaze to the rise and fall of your breasts as he fucks you, his breathing heavy. âOh, you like that?â
Ever so slightly, he hastens his pacing, eliciting a tearful sob from your mouth. âMmfââ
âIs it everything you hoped for?â
His stomach churns when you laugh, albeit with a strangled kind of tone, and clench around his cock again.
âYouâre so full of yourself.â
âSoâre you,â he points out, lifting his chest slightly to glance down at your stomach. It should be criminal how turned on he feels by the sight of his own dick outlined in your lower tummy â it should be criminal how insanely good it feels knowing heâs fucking a part of you nobody else has before. Youâve lost all self control as you decide to let yourself be noisy, which Jake is all too pleased to hear.
Peering down at your hips, you marvel at the sight of Jakeâs frightening length pushing up against your stomach. It looks just as weird as it feels. Jake hisses and runs a hand across the spot his dick is hitting.
âFeel that?â he asks. He knows you do. Itâs a stupidly dumb question, but you whine at it all the same. âI told you it would fit. Look at you, taking it all, no problem.â
âMhm. Feels good; so, so, so good, JakeâŠâ Your body feels limp and tingly, and you let your head fall back so your gaze is pointed up at the sky. Even as you blink dazed up at them, they have the striking appearance of Jakeâs skin, the dark blue wash of sky with littered balls of bright white light. The image of him is printed on your mind, and no matter where you look to avoid his gaze, you find him again.
Jake shifts. Keeping his dick sliding in and out of you with more of an upbeat rhythm than before, he bows his chest back over yours and brings his ears close to your ear.
âA perfect fit for my perfect girl,â he mutters. He becomes so reliant on his one hand on the boulder when he uses the other to hold your leg up around his waist, bringing forth an entirely new burn from the stretch of it. His breath is warm on your ear, making you shudder. âHow long you been waiting for me, baby?â
You scoff disbelievingly, trying to think of something to say despite your mind being both full and empty at the same time. All you can think about is the building pressure in your tummy.
âLong,â you offer, snaking a hand up his neck to the back of his head.Â
Jake licks his tongue across the arch of skin connecting your neck to your collar. âThinking of me with your fingers up your cunt at night, huh?â His hand squeezes around your middle when you begin to shift with his thrusts further up the boulder. Even with your loud cries in his ear, Jake can hear the squelching wetness around his cock, the tightening spasms around his length bringing him closer to giving in to the dull ache in his own stomach. âBet you wheelchair Jake Sully couldnât make you feel like this. Next time you get off to the thought of him, I want you to think of what weâre doing right now, about whoâs got you feeling this way.â
âHowâŠhow do you even know about that?â you gasp, half pleasured by his thrusting and half horrified by the revelation that Jake might have been privy to the fact you masturbated with him in mind when everyone went to bed at night.
Actually, he didnât know. But he sniggers smugly that his teasing jeer turned out to be true.Â
Jake presses a kiss to your collar and peppers a line of them up until he is thwarted by the mask covering your face. Peering down at your face hidden behind it, Jake gives you a sad pout and says, âI wanna go fast.â
âIâŠâ you start, his hips already moving and you feel the heat simmering below again. Anymore from him, and youâll be finished, cumming all over him. âI donât think⊠Iâll â Iâm gonnaââ
âThen letâs get it done,â he says with as much finality and refine as he can muster before he picks himself back up, finding the energy he had before to pin you down against the boulder. You keep your leg wrapped around his waist as he sets one hand down over your tummy, the other on your shoulder, and then the real fun begins for him.
Jake isnât ignorant to the twisting ache inside of him â like you, he knows he probably doesnât have that much longer until heâs completely tuckered out and ready to fill you up. What can he say? Itâs been a long time, and he doesnât have the same kind of stamina as he used to. Youâre tightening up around him in anticipation; itâs like being gripped in a vice.Â
He pulls his hips back and then pistons himself back in with so much speed that you almost fly up off the boulder in surprise. Too fast, he thinks, so he gets accustomed to a regular fast pace and sticks to it loyally. In return, heâs rewarded with a litany of pretty sounds, your hands curling around his arms, desperately trying to hold on.Â
âYeah, oh yeah,â Jake groans, feeling your cunt fluttering around him as he fucks in and out, slipping in and out of your wetness as if he owns it. The hand thatâs pressing your shoulder slips to your throat, and while he doesnât squeeze, you claw your fingers around his and feel his grip tighten ever so slightly.Â
âFuck!â you squeal, clamping your eyes closed suddenly. âShitâJake, babyââ
He moans at that, really moans. A ringing rises in volume in his ears as his thrusts grow more rapid, relentlessly smacking his hips up until he slides all of his dick inside of you.Â
God, youâre fucking perfect â he canât name many women, if any at all, who could take a dick this size with as much ease as you are now. But the increasing pressure in your tummy is so overwhelming that youâre not even too aware of the size of whatâs getting comfortable inside of you. All you know and understand is that in the next three seconds, youâll be seeing white.
Jakeâs name falls like a mantra from your lips, and he looks at you in surprise to see that youâve very bravely opened your eyes to stare at him, although the tears lining your waterline and smeared down your cheeks make your stare look ten times more attractive to him. He almost wishes he hadnât looked â his hips stagger slightly and he growls, the noise earning him another whiney moan from the undone woman beneath him, the woman heâs committed to filling with his cum and making his.
âIâ!â You say nothing â you donât even have to. Jake feels your cunt strangling his length like a goddamn fist, and by the buffering look of pure ecstasy on your face, heâs fairly certain all of those things mean youâre about to cum.
âYeah, mama, cum for me,â Jake coaxes. âLemme feel you.â
The warmth around him clenches, and all of a sudden, your body seizes with a jolt, your back arched so high off the boulder that it leaves him hitting entirely new angles inside of you, pushing your orgasm to a new level.Â
For you, it feels like youâve been blown up. Your entire body is consumed by a blazing heat, your legs going immediately limp as you cum around him. Jakeâs eyes instantly shift to your quivering hips, to your cunt still swallowing him up, the white dribbles of cum leaking down the length of his cock. He watches the small cluster of glowing freckles decorating his dick disappear behind a rolling drop of your cum and his jaw goes slack.
âMy girl,â he crows, his head bowing as he eagerly fucks into you a few more times, muttering the same thing as he does: âOh, my girl, my pretty girlââ
The hand around your throat rips itself away only to squeeze into your hips, as though Jake intends to leave fingerprints there once heâs done. He grips you tightly and with a monumental and low, throaty moan, he snaps his hips one final time and feels a tug in his tummy.
You probably feel him cum before he does. Jake seems caught up in his thrusts while you register the unmissable burst of warmth inside of you, ropes of cum spilling out as if his sole intention were to breed you, stuff you full of his seed.Â
In actual fact, Jake just wanted to fuck you silly, fill you with boat loads of cum, and bask in the evil satisfaction of watching Norm smell Jake all over you, claiming you as his.Â
âMmâfuck, Jake!â you rasp, squeezing your little hands around his wrists. The feeling is enough to bring him up to the surface he was drowning under, the ringing in his ears dulling as he catches his breath and opens his eyes, staring down at the embarrassingly wet mixture of cum and juice between your legs.Â
He stays inside of you for a moment, his dick still hard and even more pronounced up your cunt than it was before, and itâs as if his eyes are unfocused in absolute awe as he observes the sight of you stretched open, locking him in place greedily.Â
It sinks in that you managed to fit all of him in, that he just used his avatar to fuck you in the forest behind the lab. You. Normâs sister. The object of his desire. The woman of his literal dreams.
Jake lets out a loud and heavy breath, a sigh of relief, and rubs his palms up and down your stomach gently. Despite having had him fucking you just seconds before, you feel a heat flush over your face when he looks up at your face, sweaty and tear-stained under the exo-pack, and he grins wolfishly.
âYouâre incredible,â he laughs, which makes the act of looking at him feel ten times more rewarding. Your body warms with the praise: all youâve wanted was for Jake to like you back, and now, to be full of his cum and knowing he thinks youâre incredible⊠You laugh with him.Â
A few disbelieving laughs later, and Jake finally moves his hands under your thighs and slowly pulls himself out of you. The bump of each ridge along his length knocks past you, and Jake stifles a howl of laughter at the whiney, high-pitched moan you make as his cock pulls out of you with a slick, wet pop. He cranes his head slightly to watch his cum pool out of you and you pick yourself up on your forearms, looking for his dick between his legs to have a final peek, a good look at him covered in your cum and hisâŠ
Your eyes widen. âYour cum glows.â
Jake raises his eyebrows. âWhat? Scientist of Pandora didnât know Naâvi cum glowed?â
âI havenât exactly had a selection of Naâvi men or women to tell me that it did!â you reason, your eyes still marvelling curiously at the shiny soft blue stain over the hanging fruit between his legs.Â
He hums, poking a finger against your folds and smirking when you flinch. âHm. Put that in your research notes. Wanna take samples?â
âFuck off,â you laugh, keeping your legs wide as you struggle to sit upright. The discomfort between your legs is suddenly making itself known, and already the cum around your pussy and thighs is drying, sticky and thick. âJesus, Sully. Look at me.â
âI know,â grins Jake, his eyes soaking up the image of you. âYouâre fucking sexy.â
You roll your eyes with a twisting smile. While Jake seems incredibly fascinated with the marks he has either left accidentally or on purpose over your body, you groan and roll your shoulders. Frankly, you wish Jake had just thrown you down on the grass and fucked you there â in hindsight, the boulder had been a bad idea and you know it will come to haunt you in the morning.
Lazily, and yet with a rush of shame and exhilaration, you glance back at the lab, sitting in the curve of moonlight and caged by bioluminescent flowers and shrubs, each glowing vibrant spectrums of cyan and purple and lime.Â
âYouâre the luckiest woman alive if nobody heard you yapping,â Jake says playfully, rising upright to stretch the agonised muscles of his legs. âYouâre so noisy, honey.â
âI apologise for not thinking too much about the volume of my voice,â you drawl sarcastically, your eyes still glued to the glazed thick glass windows looking into the back of the lab. Anxiously, you glance at him, âWas I that loud?â
He gives you a tight, sympathetic smile. You frown.
âYou werenât quiet yourself, you know,â you grumble, feeling the pinch in your back ease slightly.
âYep.â And he seems smug about that fact, for reasons beyond you, although you wager a guess as to why he seems proud all of a sudden.
As you shuffle awkwardly off the boulder, you wince as you lean for your shorts and panties, dropping a little look at the sliding dollop of cum slipping out of you.Â
âYou gotta keep it in there,â Jake says.Â
âJake, as soon as I stand up and walk around, itâs all gonna come pouring out anyway.â
His lip curls with disappointment as he watches his cum drip out of you onto the edge of the boulder, splatting on the wisps of grass around your ankles. Itâs a good thing heâs full of copious reserves of cum to give back to you another time.
âCanât wait for Norm to get a whiff of me,â Jake tells you, and you fight the urge to sigh and roll your eyes, because of course â of course that had been a motive for the gallon of glowing blue sperm Jake just squoze into you. âThe look on his face when he figures out Iâve been breedinâ his little sisterââ
âI have never been more thankful of the fact that Naâvi and humans canât reproduce together. Hand on my heart, I mean that.â
You slide your shorts and panties back up your legs and reach for your thrown tank top. The inconspicuous smudges of green from the boulder across the back of it fill you with a puny drop of dread â youâll just pray really hard to both God and Eywa that nobody pays it any mind.Â
That and the bulbous bruise on your tit, the bite on your leg, the finger indents on your hips.
âI was doing that thing you were doing. Killing two birds with one stone,â Jake says as he searches the ground for his tewng. âFucking you âcause I wanted to and fucking you because I know wanting you is gonna piss off your annoying big brother.â
You had said that, hadnât you? And even though the entire scheme of Jake wanting to scorn your brother so badly that he has to use you as a human fuck-toy seems ludicrous, you canât deny the very minuscule jolt of thrill it gives you. It would be fun to piss Norm off a little bit. He has been a total arse lately.
âNormâs all you think about,â you tease. âYou sure you donât like him instead?â
âShut up.â
Jake hands you your cardigan with an amused smile, his tail whipping to and fro happily.Â
âYour coat, maâam.â
âLove how you only have one thing to slip back into,â you point out as you take the cardigan from him, and he reaches for the tewng and chuckles. âYou couldâve just lifted it up.â
âCouldâve, wouldâve, didnât,â he replies.
Thereâs an uncharacteristic silence between you both as you climb back into your clothes, and while Jake fiddles with his tewng with his tongue between his lips, you look back at the lab and sigh.Â
Somewhere in that lab is the man youâve been thinking of for two months â Jake in his human form, lying in a link unit as he takes control through another body. You wonder what he might think when he wakes up: will he come searching for you in the dark? Come kiss you, tell you how he feels?
Jake creeps up to you with an alarming light foot, and the feeling of his hand on top of your head makes you look up suddenly.Â
âWhatâs on your mind?â he asks.Â
âYou,â you sigh, looking back at the lab. âAre you going to follow through with tonight when youâre back as yourself, or is this an avatar Jake exclusive?â
âCome on. You still want that loser in there?â Jake feels his heart tug â he doesnât know if to feel offended that youâre still thinking of someone else, or flattered because that someone else is technically him, the real him, the version of him that Jake hates the most.
âYouâre so mean to him,â you grumble. Then pause, and add, âTo you. Thatâs literally still you in there. If anything, doesnât that make me look a little bit obsessed?â Jake gently pushes your head as you fall into a slow walk in the direction of the remote lab. âWow. Actually, I just realised thatâs true.â
âFinding out that you liked me was the only reason I started spending more than five minutes at a time in the lab,â Jake tells you.Â
âWho told you?â
You both accept a short silence as you stride past the wall that most of the bunks are built against, and you feel an anxious knot forming in your stomach when the clearing at the front of the lab expands into view.Â
âI meant it when I said you were horrible at hiding your crush on me,â Jake reminds you.Â
Right.Â
The tsawksyul Jake found you is thankfully still where you left it, and you slip out of Jakeâs touch to fetch it from under the window, but when you turn to him, his eyes are pulled back across the miles of suspended mountains.
âYou have somewhere else to be?â you call.
His top lip curls into a half pout as he says, âNot now. But tomorrow Iâve got to do some hunting. If I make a clean kill, I start my iknimaya.â
âImpressive,â you comment, twirling the tsawksyul between your fingers. âYou⊠Will you be gone long?â
Jake hesitates for a moment. Is he reading into it, or are you looking a little bit more crestfallen now you know heâll be gone for a little while longer?
âWhy, you wanna go again?â he asks with a laugh.
âRespectfully, I think my vagina is broken and I need to lie down,â you quip, making him laugh even more. âI was justâŠcurious. If youâre gone too long, Iâll be asleep before you get back.â
Jake creeps towards you and drops to a painful crouch. Heâs definitely going to feel the cry and protest in his legs in the morning from being haunched for so long. Still, he frames your face with his hands and takes a long look at your face.
âIâll roll past your bed extra quietly,â he promises.Â
You snort and push yourself away from him. âSafe travels, big guy. Iâll see you in the morning?â
Peering up at him, you breathe in the sight of him one last time as he nods once and rises to stand. The long shadow drawn by his lithe figure falls over you.
âAffirmative,â he states. You look up at him for a second and smile. Did it take having his cock in your stomach for you to realise how pretty he is like this, or have you known all along?
âGo,â you tell him, nodding towards the edge of the cliff before turning to the door. Over your shoulder, Jake scoffs a laugh and turns on his heels, his eyes scanning the mountain range as he approaches the edge.Â
The bravery you had before died long ago and you quickly twist the air-lock to the door and force it open, your heart in your throat. You donât look back at him, even when he looks back at you with an endearing smile on his face.
The lab is deathly silent when you slide back inside. You were half expecting someone to stir at the sound of the door sealing shut, but if anyoneâs awake, they make no effort to show it. Tip-toeing to the small bathroom, you very hurriedly go about your business and wipe away the eternal flood of cum from between your legs. With the amount Jake just put inside you, youâre fairly confident that even a human with an average sense of smell could sniff him all over you.
The long stalk back to your bunk is made silently and carefully. Norm is fast asleep on the top bunk he unhappily shares with Jake, the aforementionedâs bunk empty and cold, the link unit whirring quietly. Just the sight and sound of it makes you unnaturally nervous, and you turn to speed towards your bottom bunk and peer at Trudy. Sheâs out like a light.Â
The thin blanket is pulled to your chin once you settle in the sheets, and you refuse to accept that itâs cowardice you feel when the sound of the link unit slowly begins to fade and Jake hauls himself out with a pained groan. You remain very still as he fumbles for his chair, though you fight the urge to get up, help him and while youâre at it, kiss him until he canât breathe.
You hope your acting has improved since your terrible attempts of hiding your crush and try to make it look as though youâre asleep, but the distinct sound of rolling wheels makes its way towards where you sleep; you steady your breaths so it looks like youâre out of it, and perhaps Jake will fall for it this time.Â
Your stomach tightens when the wheels stop next to your bed, and youâre uncomfortably aware of the set of eyes staring at you curled up and facing the wall.
Jakeâs hand brushes the back of your head gently, and youâre not sure if that means youâve been caught, but then you feel Jakeâs fingers brush a section of hair away from your neck and nearly sigh at the feeling of his mouth pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. It is so sweet, so fond and gentle, and annoyingly quick. He pulls away and the sound of wheels roll towards his own bunk.
Every sound he makes feels like itâs right in your ear.Â
You almost wish youâd rolled over and took his face into your hands. But Jakeâs smooch against your nape feels like a stolen secret, something shared between only you two, something special.Â
No matter, you think as you wriggle to get comfortable. Heâll be there in the morning. And itâll be the man youâve wanted the entire time who wants you back who receives all your stirring desires.
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naâvi language i would love to see being used in fics:
yawntutsyĂŹp - darling, little loved one
yawne - beloved
tĂŹyawn - love
âawsiteng- together
yawnetu / yawntu - loved one, lover, beloved person
atan - light, source of illumination
syulang - flower
muntxate - wife, female spouse
muntxatan - husband, male spouse
txeâlan - heart
tsamsiyu - warrior
oeyÀ - my (possessive)
sevin - pretty (mainly for female)
sayrĂŹp - handsome, good looking
lor - beautiful, pleasant to the senses
yuey - beautiful (inner beauty)
narlor - beautiful visually
tsawke - sun
oare - moon
letsranten - important
tanhĂŹ - star, bioluminescent freckle
hĂŹ'i - small, little
flrr - gentle, mild, tender
tĂŹmuntxa - mating, marriage
kalin - sweet to the taste
paskalin - honey (term of endearment)
tstew - brave
mowan - pleasing, enjoyable (physically, sexually)
manga - hey, hey you
nga - you
ngatsyĂŹp - little you, you little
fahew - smell
onlor - good smelling
lu - be, am, is, are
vonvĂ€â - butthole, asshole, dickhead (requested)
nĂŹwotx - all (of)
mei - wet
fĂŹtxan - so
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perfect for me.
pairing: dilf!jake sully x younger!female!curvy!reader
cw: jake's belly being delicious as always, praising kink, established relationship, age gap relationship, p in v, creampie, slight breeding kink, intimacy, jake grunting, missionary position, use of "babygirl"
na'vi words: oeyÀ muntxate (my mate)
not proofread bc I'm sleepy and I have laundry to do lol love you guys đ
jake's belly crashing against your own soft belly, making sweet clapping noises as he thrusts deep into you. his balls are heavy with cum, ready to breed his perfect little mate. "you're so perfect, babygirl" jake whispers in your ear, his voice hoarse and sexy as the swollen tip of his cock hits your womb and you moan loudly, inebriated with pleasure. "fuck, your pussy is clenching around me." he ruts harder into you this time "you're so..." jake grunts, so fucking drunk on your cunt "so fucking perfect for me, oeyÀ muntxate." his heavy balls hit your pussy again and again until he cums deep inside of you, filling you up to the very brim with his big load of thick, warm cum. when he takes his cock out of your entrance, his seed spills out of your used hole and you are just like you were always meant to be: his good little slut <3
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