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ALL THE TIME (IF YOU WERE MINE) â
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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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Fantasize | pjm
†pairing: jimin x female readerÂ
†genre: colleagues, a loot of smut, and a tiny touch of fluffÂ
†rating: 18+
†words: 4,240
†summary: when suddenly, you share a naughty-naughty time with your coworker, the one with whom youâve been flirting for months already.
†warnings: nipple play, swearing, mention of sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, praising, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, kind of clothed sex, a bit of handjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, and creampieÂ
†authorâs note: to be honest, this wasnât expected at all đ„Ž itâs a bit surprising that I managed to write this since itâs hard for me to write with Jimin being the main character since heâs my bias đ & this was all written in one day đ«Ł hope you enjoy it, angels âš
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âOh, Jimin,â you exclaim with pleasure while the said Jimin is playing with your left nipple.
Your back is fully arched, your hand in his hair as a trail of moans escapes your lips. Minutes ago, you wouldnât even imagine that your coworker would be here. Youâve been flirting together for a couple of months already. Actually, youâve been flirting since his long-term relationship came to an end. In all honesty, you never imagined that it would happen. You werenât particularly close when he was in his previous relationship.Â
But then, everything changed. A simple conversation flipped things between you completely. Since then, youâve been longing for each other and the sexual tension has been growing at an incredible pace. The other coworkers have obviously noted it but they didnât mention anything. Youâre kind of thankful they never said anything because thereâs no doubt that it would have made you stop this whole thing.Â
Jimin presses gentle kisses in between your breasts before he assaults your right nipple with his teeth. He shows no mercy, biting and intensely sucking it. Your eyes are fully closed since seeing him torturing you turns you too much on. You donât want to have an orgasm right at the beginning when itâs quite clear that thereâs more to come.
However, itâs hard to not be turned on by the entire situation. The top of your dress is slightly pushed down to reveal your breasts, and Jiminâs mouth is playing with your nipples while youâre pressed against a wall from your apartmentâs entrance. His hair is caressing your chest which causes chills all over your body. Fuck, this man will be the reason for your downfall.Â
While heâs still abusing your nipple, his right hand caresses your pussy through your dress. âJimin,â you whimper as you feel his touch.Â
Fuck, this is way too good! How can you even control yourself with this man? Youâre surprised that you can still think correctly. Heâs giving you too much pleasure and still like that, you desire more. Oh, all you want is to be fucked by this god. This pent-up tension drove you completely crazy. Some days, you were even craving to spread your legs in the office because the teasing and flirting were far too intense.Â
Jimin presses a kiss on your breast before standing tall in front of you. A smirk appears on his face when he sees your state. Completely intoxicated by him. Man, he desired this since the day his relationship ended. To be honest, the second he laid eyes on you he found you extremely sexy. However, it was harmless. Every man or woman has at least once found someone pretty while being in a relationship.Â
Nonetheless, the second his relationship ended, he looked at you differently. It wasnât harmless anymore. He desperately craved you. He wasnât able to contain himself around you, he wanted to seduce you in every way possible but you were coworkers. For that reason, he kept holding back. Because if it was for him, he would have put you in his bed the moment he looked at you differently. Especially since it was obviously reciprocated feelings.Â
Holding back only had the opposite effect. He started to want you more and more. His mind was constantly clouded by unholy thoughts of you. His mind was continually replaying those flirtatious conversations you had throughout the day. The way he desired you was so unhealthy. He tried to flirt with other women but it wasnât the same. They werenât you. They werenât able to turn him on the way you did.Â
His hand leaves your clothed pussy to see your reaction. A little moan escapes your mouth. His smirk grows wider on his face. Fuck, you look even better than in his wildest dream.Â
âTell me what you want, baby,â he says with a deep voice.Â
Your heart is beating crazily in your chest, your breathing is heavy, and your entire body is on fire. Your pussy is throbbing around emptiness as you want to feel his hand over you once again. Well, all you want is to be filled by him, and you donât care how. Â
Hearing him calling you âbabyâ makes you feel something inside you. Itâs quite strange, youâve only heard him call you by your name. And you loved the way he was saying your name.Â
âYou,â you first say.Â
Itâs impossible to form a sentence with the way youâre feeling. Â
âAll over my body,â you add.Â
Jimin adores your answer. Today, all he desired was to rail you but as always, he was trying to hold back because youâre his colleague. However, with that sexy dress on and all the things you did to tease him made him fall to his knees. Heâs all yours tonight. Itâs probably not a good idea to surrender to this consuming desire but only god knows what could happen if you continue holding back.Â
He gets closer to you, your eyes follow him while you bite your lower lip. Damn, youâre not sure youâll survive this night. Itâs only the beginning and itâs already so good.Â
âYouâre lucky I want the same,â he whispers in your ear before biting it.Â
You moan at the feeling. Fuck, hearing you makes him grow harder in his pants, but he also desperately expects to drive you crazy before satisfying his needs. He licks your ear, causing you to moan again and close your eyes. His hand finds its way again to your pussy, and his fingers rub you through the dress. Now, it's a trail of moans that fall from your mouth. The sound of pleasure encourages him to rub your pussy harder.Â
His mouth finds yours for a desperate and passionate kiss. Kissing you was what led you to this situation. You randomly met him in front of your apartment. It wasnât that random since you donât live far from each other. A couple of months ago, you moved into this neighborhood, one that he knows too well. During a lunch break, he told you he wasnât living far from your new place. At that time, he was still with his ex.Â
So, when you met, you started talking. It wasnât a flirtatious exchange as it usually is the case. You were both simply happy to run into each other in the street. At some point, you invited him to come upstairs to grab a glass of wine. The moment he stepped inside your place, the sexual tension between you came back. You couldnât stop talking and eventually, it was already time for dinner. Â
You ordered pizza while still talking and flirting together. Even though you were holding back, deep down you knew it was a matter of time before youâd surrender. Being alone at your place wasnât possibly the best idea. How will you look at each other after this?Â
After the pizza, it was time to leave. However, as you reached your apartmentâs entrance and were about to say goodbye, he smashed his lips on yours for a very much craved kiss. You instantly reciprocated that kiss because it had been a long time since you dreamt of kissing him.    Â
His plump lips move down to your neck, causing shivers to run down your spine. Heâs so addictive. His lips on your body feel like heaven. His needy fingers lift your dress up to your waist. As he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck down to your breasts, his fingers find their way to your panties. He doesnât waste any second before plunging his fingers inside your underwear to finally touch your throbbing pussy.Â
âFuck,â you swear when you feel his cold fingers on your heated cunt.Â
That feeling combined with his mouth on your nipples generates tons of fireworks inside you. Fuck, it feels beyond pleasurable.Â
âYouâre so fucking wet, baby,â he mumbles against your nipple.Â
As he says those words, he mercilessly sucks your nipple. You donât even know what causes you more pleasure, his fingers rubbing against your pussy or his lips on your nipples. Your back arches even more while this man gives you so much pleasure. Jimin loves to sense your wetness all over his fingers, it excites him beyond comprehension. He purposely rubs his fingers slowly to torture you even more.Â
His tongue now runs around your nipple before gently sucking it. Amid your moans, you can both hear the slick sound of his fingers touching your juices. Itâs quite dirty but it excites you both even more. Jimin moans as this excitement is getting him out of control. Heâs really trying to go slow to make this moment memorable but itâs getting harder and harder.  Â
It doesnât take you long before a first orgasm hits you violently. You donât hold back and moan loudly. This sound is heaven to Jiminâs ears. Your body shakes which causes Jimin to smile with pride. He has managed to make you cum. His fingers definitely feel it as you get more soaked in your underwear. However, he craves to make you even more wet.Â
So he inserts a finger inside you. Your moans are louder than before, and his name slips from your pretty mouth. His mouth leaves your breasts to be able to enjoy the view. Fuck, he dreamt of this for months and he wants to enjoy every second of it.     Â
You donât even notice him watching you with lust, youâre simply lost in your own pleasure. Jimin shows no mercy as he pumps his finger in and out of your cunt. His eyes donât leave your face while youâre contorting with pleasure. At this exact moment, heâs grateful you held back all this time before surrendering because fuck, itâs beyond marvelous.Â
Your hands grab his arm to try to steady yourself. The pleasure youâre feeling right now is so overwhelming. The man in front of you adds a second finger for your greatest bliss. Your mouth falls open but no sound leaves it. Youâre panting hard.Â
His fingers quickly pump in and out of your pussy. His dark orbs are completely mesmerized by you. Damn, heâs absolutely adoring this moment. And right then and there, a second orgasm hits you. This second one is more intense than the first one but fuck, youâre loving the way heâs pleasuring you.Â
âOooooh, Jimin,â you moan.Â
Jimin smirks when he sees you orgasm again. But as much as he wants to continue to finger you at your entrance, he also desires to do other things to you. He removes his fingers which causes a little whimper to escape your lips. He presses a gentle kiss on your mouth.Â
âI could fuck you all night, baby,â he says. âYouâre so pretty when you orgasm.â
Your cheeks turn red at his words. A sincere smile forms on his sweet face. He canât help but find you extremely adorable as you get shy. Itâs such a contrast after all the flirting and this steamy moment.Â
âYouâre pretty in all circumstances,â he adds.Â
You hide your face in his chest. Even though, this is something you craved for a long while, itâs so weird to get vulnerable in front of him. Up until today, this was a dream, and now, it has become a reality.Â
Jiminâs aware that youâre a bit shy in general, which is a part of your charisma. Itâs true that itâs a bit odd to be sharing such an intimate moment with you but he wouldnât want it in any other way. Yes, heâs so fucking attracted to you. Itâs not a secret.Â
âWhy are you getting all shy?â he asks while caressing your back.Â
You put an end to this embrace to take a look at the man who has been haunting your dreams for months now.Â
âItâs so weird to be vulnerable around you,â you answer. âWeâve been flirting for a while already but I never thought this would happen.âÂ
âWell, it was obvious it would happen,â he says. âWe couldnât keep flirting forever without succumbing. One day or another, one of us would have caved in.âÂ
You nod because heâs totally right. It was becoming harder to resist him. You press a gentle kiss on his plump lips. This kiss isnât a needy one, itâs a very intimate one. One that screams love instead of sex. Itâs a kind of kiss you never expected to share because the attraction you had for each other was merely sexual. But in the past few months, youâve been undeniably building something. You werenât noticing it because you desperately wanted to have sex.Â
Thereâs no doubt that after tonight, things will never be the same. You wonât be able to look at each other as simple colleagues.Â
You break the kiss to catch your breath. âNow, I want to taste and see that pussy of yours,â he whispers. Your heart is beating fast once again in your chest.Â
You grab his hand to guide him to your bedroom. His eyes look down at your wonderful ass, and he bites his lower lips. Your ass is even prettier without any clothes on. He canât resist smashing it and squeezing it. Youâre caught by surprise and turn your face to look at him.Â
âJimin,â you simply say.Â
âWhat?â he asks. âI couldnât resist your pretty ass, it was calling me to touch it,â he adds.Â
You roll your eyes with a little smile on your face, but you keep walking towards your bedroom. Once inside, Jimin simply pushes on your bed and he wastes no time to take your underwear off. He pushes you to the edge of the bed before spreading your legs. You let him do whatever he wants of you. All you care about is the pleasure he can give you.Â
âUfff, baby,â he exclaims when seeing your cunt. âYouâre fucking pretty.âÂ
You donât really know what to say. Itâs the first time someone is seeing your pussy and saying that itâs pretty. In the end, itâs just a part of your body that is here for reproduction and pleasure. Thereâs nothing to be pretty, at least thatâs what you think. Jimin thinks the other way. Itâs an important part of the body and every woman has a different one. So, when he says that itâs pretty, he means it.Â
His thumb automatically touches your clit. You instantly moan at the feeling of his fingers touching you once more. He starts doing circle movements on your clit, and moans flow out of your mouth. Your cunt clenches around nothing and you feel that urge inside you to be filled by Jimin.Â
This time, his mouth presses against your folds. Your eyes watch everything that he does, itâs incredible how it feels to see a man in between your legs. His tongue gives you a good swipe up, your body starts to tremble again, and your hands grab the sheets while his mouth works against your folds before going up to your clit. Your moan gets louder as your body contours with pleasure. His hands hold your legs to hold you steady. Itâs hard to eat you out with your body moving crazily.Â
Nobody has eaten you out like this. âFuuck,â you whimper. âYouâre doing it so well.âÂ
He smiles since he adores that youâre letting him know that heâs eaten you out well. The tip of his tongue teases your entrance by brushing it. God, this feels tremendously wonderful. Slowly, his tip starts to penetrate you and you hold tighter the bed sheets. You can feel your third orgasm getting closer. Honestly, youâve never had so many orgasms without being penetrated. Yes, youâre quite sensitive and you can get many orgasms but that has always been once a dick is deep buried inside you.Â
Your back arches, your hand gets buried in his fluffy hair while heâs fucking your pussy more and more with his mouth. Your hips start grinding against his mouth. The room is filled with your moans and the sound of his mouth sucking the shit out of you. His tongue leaves your entrance alone so he can suck your clit. As he does it, he inserts two fingers inside you.Â
âOoh fuck, Jimin,â you grip his hair with your hand.Â
A moan echoes against your cunt because that grip unimaginably excites him. Jimin isnât sure how long he can take before completely exploding inside his pants. Giving you pleasure has turned him on in a way he never thought possible. Fuck, heâs never been so fucking horny while only fucking someone with his fingers and mouth.Â
His eyes glare up to take a look at you. Youâre holding the sheets with one hand while the other is on his hair, your back is fully arched, and pretty whines are falling from your mouth. His name is pronounced in the middle of those moans. Youâre so fucking hot like that, he canât wait to see you under him.Â
âIâm about to cum,â you manage to say.Â
You finish the sentence and you just explode. A third orgasm bringing you to heaven. Your body trembles with pleasure, and he feels his fingers getting more soaked. His fingers are quickly replaced by his mouth so he can suck everything that is flowing out of your pussy.Â
âYou taste like candy,â he says as his mouth finally sets your cunt free. âItâs addictive, I could spend the entire night eating you out.âÂ
That sentence alone makes you clench your pussy. You look at him, his hair is completely tousled, making him look hotter than hell. His lips are a bit more swollen and covered with your wetness. This is a vision you never thought you needed to see. This alone can make you cum right there.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy,â you say.Â
A smirk grows on his not-so-innocent face before he crawls over you like a predator. His dark orbs are completely filled with lust, and it makes you get wetter. He settles his hips against yours, making you spread your legs wider. You can feel his hard erection against your cunt. His eyes roam your face for a little while before he presses a kiss against your lips. By instinct, you close your legs around his hips to keep him close.Â
Your left hand slowly moves down on his body to touch his erection. Fuck, heâs hard as a rock. The feeling of your fingers against his erection makes him moan against your lips. Honestly, right now, all you care about is to have his damn cock inside of you. So you donât waste any time unzipping his pants.Â
âSomeone is needy here,â he mumbles against your lips.
âHow couldnât I?â you ask. âAfter all this, all I want is to have you inside me.âÂ
Jimin chuckles.Â
âFor someone that was shy minutes ago, this is quite bold,â he tells you.
âIâm just desperate now,â you reply. âBut Iâll for sure will get back to being shy once this is over.âÂ
Well, even though he adores your shyness, having this desperate and needy version of you is honestly a big turn-on. Â
Jimin puts his hand on top of yours. Of course, he wants you to undress him but he needs to remove his shoes first. Otherwise, it wonât be satisfying. In seconds, he removes them and gets back to where he was, in between your legs. You smile when you notice that he doesnât remove his pants and underwear. He definitely wants you to do it.Â
Your hands get back to his bulge before you push his pants down. Slowly, your hand massages his dick through his underwear. The man on top of you closes his eyes to enjoy this moment. Youâre teasing him so fucking well. He wants more than this. Your eyes glance up at him to admire the way he melts under your touch. You grab his crotch through his underwear, and slowly you pump him.Â
âFuck, yn,â he whimpers. âYouâre doing it so well.âÂ
A smile full of pride appears on your face as youâre pleasuring him. You donât rush anything, you take your time so you can torture him a bit. Itâs his turn to suffer a bit after all he did to you. Jimin moans, your name falling out of his pretty lips. You canât help but find it extremely hot the way he moans your name.Â
After what feels like an eternity for him, he rests his hand on yours to stop you.Â
âPlease stop,â he begs. âDonât want to cum right now.âÂ
A devious smile appears on your face, a smile that Jimin notices when he opens his eyes. Damn, youâll be the cause of his downfall. Thereâs no way youâre going back to being just colleagues. That will never happen under his watch.Â
Quickly, Jimin throws his pants and underwear onto the floor. His fingers check out how wet you are. âPerfect,â he mumbles. His eyes glare up at you. âI donât have any condom with me,â he says. âWasnât expecting to beâŠâ You put a finger on his pretty lips to silence him.Â
âLetâs do it without,â you say.Â
It isnât the greatest idea to do it without but honestly, you canât wait for him to buy now a condom. The excitement would be long gone by the time he comes back. Jimin nods before holding his cock and brushing it against your folds to cover it with your juices. Both of you moan with delight. He teases you by rubbing his little monster a couple of times.Â
âYouâre such a tease,â you say.Â
As you say those words, he pushes his cock inside you. Your mouth opens wide to let out a loud moan. He bends down, his face now close to yours, and his lips brush against your ear. Â
âIt wouldnât be funny if I wasnât one,â he whispers. Shivers appear all over your body.Â
This man is hot as fuck! But he doesnât let you think much about his answer since he slowly starts to fuck you properly. Jimin hammers into you with absolutely no mercy. After all this teasing and the preliminaries, there wasnât any reason to go easy on you once heâd have his dick deep inside you.Â
âJimin, fuck!â you moan.Â
The man on top of you quickens his pace. Youâre both panting hard, your bed is hitting the wall, making quite a lot of noise, heâs fucking you roughly, and youâre moaning loudly. Your walls clench on repeat around him and it definitely drives him crazy. Your back arches to meet his thrusts while you grab the bedsheets tightly in your fists. Your entire body is bouncing at the pace of his thrusts. Jimin is keeping his eyes wide open to admire you as you contour with pleasure. On your end, itâs quite hard to keep your eyes open. Everything is too overwhelming.Â
His fingers move down to meet your pussy and rub it. Jimin really wants to see you cum once more. Three orgasms arenât enough. He needs a fourth one. His lips plant a trail of kisses on your neck, heâs definitely trying to bring you close to the edge. Heâs torturing you in a very pleasant way.Â
âSh-Shit,â you say. âIâm gonna cum.âÂ
He licks your neck when you pronounce those words. Thatâs what he wants to hear. He doesnât stop rolling his hips, he actually goes even harder, and his head pops up to watch you. Youâre wonderful. The prettiest girl he has ever encountered. His lips find yours for a filthy kiss, he even bites your lower lip. Â
âThen, cum for me, baby,â he whispers against your lips.Â
Well, he doesnât need to say anything else to have you cum. This orgasm is more intense than the previous ones so it tastes even more like heaven. Jimin senses his cock getting covered even more by your juices. Your walls clenching around him are bringing him closer to his orgasm. Your body is trembling intensely.Â
Jimin only hammers into you a little longer before heâs the one being hit violently by his orgasm. He carefully takes his dick out before cumming over your lower tummy while deep groans leave his lips.Â
He crashes down next to you into your bed. Youâre both trying to catch your breaths, your hearts still beating fast. A couple of seconds later, you sit on your bed to grab tissues on your nightstand. You hand some to Jimin and you clean your belly. The room definitely smells sex, itâs quite a strong scent.Â
âWas it good?â he asks while he cleans his dick.
 A smile appears on your face.Â
âIt was more than good,â you answer.Â
He smiles back at you. You completely undress yourself before putting on new underwear and a shirt. Jimin puts back his underwear and removes his shirt. You both get back in bed and fall into each otherâs arms. You put your head on his chest while he holds you tight in his embrace. You remain in silence as you process what just happened. Things are now completely different since you crossed a line. Itâs a line that you never imagined would be crossed months ago. However, youâre glad it happened because this was fucking good!Â
Slowly, you fall asleep in his arms and thereâs no other place he wishes to be.Â
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I have been known to fantasize about a mutual a time or five đ
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Why yes, I fantasize about you.
Six Sexy Words
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My honey Sunghoon is the best at what he does. He runs his hands through my hair and caresses the top of my head as he presses it eagerly onto his cock. You are so eager...
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Taken from Bdsmlr because I want it but nobody messages over there. đ©
#fantasize#my posts#give me links/tags/suggestions on where to find irl transphobes to rub to#detrans kink#detransition kink#detranskink#misgender kink#ftm misgendering#ftmtf#r@pe kink#transphobia kink
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You know those days where you wake up and lie around for a while and then you get horny? Those days where you just can't help but reach down the front of your pants and run your fingers across yourself, and shudder a little? Those days where you COULD get up, be productive, get a good early start on your day, be a person... or you could just lie back and close your eyes. Those days where you want to just turn your brain off and feel good, pleasure yourself, moan someone's name, imagine them on top of you, buck your hips and bite your lip.
I'm having one of those days
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#ginger#ginger man#it's a ginger thing#handsome redhead#beautiful ginger#stunning redhead#red head#perfect ginger#hot ginger#hot hunky redhead#bearded stud#felipekalil#fantasize#kissed by fire#gay#beautiful eyes
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Has anyone ever fantasized that they wish they was dating MGK
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