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rosyjn · 11 months

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Dilf avatar jake sully and #97 with human reader 😉🙈

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Dilf!jake can’t control himself when human!reader has an ice cream

SMUT WARNING ⚠️ MINORS DNI

You loved to play games with Jake Sully. Whether it’s bumping into him while your head brushes his loincloth over, or it can be as simple as giving him looks while adjusting your skirt.

Either way, it turned him on so much. The way you were half his size, and a whole different species. The way your back arched when you bent over. Sometimes, if he got lucky, your dress would come up and he could see your panties. Your eyes, the way they looked up at him. He couldn’t control himself sometimes. If it got bad enough, he’d have to leave the lab to jerk off, and then he’d come right back in when he was done, just because he wanted to be around you so bad.

And you knew, even though he thought you didn’t. You bent over on purpose for him. Whenever you knew he was coming, you wore your prettiest panties and your shortest dress. You always took off your lab coat and stared up at him to ask him about his day, leaving him to look down at your eyes and your cleavage. You never asked why he would leave for a few minutes and come back all flustered, because it was so direly obvious. And you loved it.

That’s how you’re here.

This morning, all the scientists left for an expedition. Grace, Norm, Max, Trudy, and everyone else. They were going to collect some samples, which Grace was always so crazy about. When the trip was being planned, you “took one for the team” and volunteered to stay and watch over the lab.

“If we’re not back by 11 PM, that’s when to be concerned. Just keep things under control, okay? Jake might swing by!” Norm grabbed his bag and his oxygen mask as he got ready to head out. You leaned against the wall and looked at him.

“Does Jake know you guys are going out for today?” you ask.

“Uhh, yes. Grace told him.” he replies with furrowed brows. He looks behind him as Trudy’s aircraft fires up, the whirring noise from the propellers taking over the conversation.

“Okay, bye Y/N!” Norm runs over to his ride and climbs in. You wave at the group as they take off into Pandora.

When they’re out of sight, it’s just you, alone. You decide to go and change. Your dress for today is going to be short and floral, and you were debating wearing underwear at all. You decided to have some modesty, to tease Jake a little bit. Of course, you don’t want to get too intimate too fast. You want to see him in desperation. You want to push him into telling you what he wants.

Your room was decorated and personal. Polaroids of you, bedsheets in your favorite color, and candles with your favorite scents. Sometimes, you wonder if any other people on Pandora were as ornate as you. Because all of them kept their boring gray rooms from when they first got here.

As your dress slides down your body and you look in the mirror, you hear rustling outside your window.

Probably Jake. He might be peeping on you while you’re naked, which pisses you off because you want him to earn that view. But most likely, he’s probably done it before.

When you leave your room, you go straight into the kitchen. All the human food on Pandora is ass. Frozen waffles, pizza rolls, and pasta got old super fast. However, Trudy made a ground breaking investment for the lab. An ice cream machine.

You grabbed a cone and pulled the vanilla lever, swirling it up. But, you don’t lick it yet. Instead, you walk out to the window. Jake’s there, making small talk with some guards. You smile at the glass and make gestures with your hands, inviting him in. Of course, he ends his conversation as quickly as possible and rushes into the lab with you.

As he walks in, squeezing to fit through the doorway, his eyes never leave you.

“Hi Jake! You want some ice cream?” you lick your cone and then hold it up to him. For a second, he just smiles awkwardly, and then he grabs it from your hand slowly.

“You’re acting like you’ve never had an ice cream before!” you laugh as takes it from you, the cone turning miniature in his huge hand.

You stare up at him, you watch him, as he slowly licks it, never breaking eye contact. You lift your hand back up towards him, asking for it back. He lowers it down to you and you take it from him.

“Can I ask you something, Jake…” your voice becomes seductive as you lick the same part he did, never breaking eye contact.

“Y/N, enough.” Jake sternly looks down at you.

“Why??” you stick your tongue out at him while maintaining eye contact. “You don’t like vanilla ice cream? That’s what I was gonna ask!” you laugh and walk away to a nearby lab table.

“I wanna show you something. A new sample we got,” you bend over to grab a tube while taking another lick of your ice cream. Your dress comes up and your tongue is coated in white. For Jake, that’s the last straw.

“God dammit, now all I can think about is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.” he couldn’t hold that in. He eagerly waits for a reaction from you.

“Really? Really Jake? You’re so dirty minded. If everyone else was here, would you still have told me that?” you tease him as you set your ice cream down.

“Slut, you knew what you were doing. You always have.” a slightly irritated tone in his voice now.

“I always knew what you were doing too,” you tell him.

He walks over to you and puts you up on the table, so your head is right in front of his cock. His huge hand covers your entire head as he grabs you by your hair and forces you to look at him again.

“You knew? That I always looked up your skirt and down your tits?”

“Mmm hmm, and that you used to take breaks to jerk off after seeing me. But I don’t know one thing, and I was just wondering it. Do you ever look at me naked, through my window?” you ask, unintimidated by his presence.

Jake’s ears fold back and he just kisses you roughly. One hand holds you in place while the other rips off your dress. You eagerly comply, lifting your arms up to help him take it off of you.

“When do they get back?” he asked, as he struggled to unclip your bra.

“Not until night time, are your fingers too big?” you ask, staring at the confused expression on his face.

“Goddamn clasp is too small,” he replies.

“I got it, don’t worry. Just stand there. I’ll strip, I’ll suck your cock.” you assure him.

A euphoric smile comes onto his face, like he’s in a dream or something. You take off your bra but not your panties. He brings his huge finger down to take them off but you slap it away.

“Not that, you don’t get that yet. You’re gonna have to wait. I think you can wait.” you take his loincloth off and admire his huge, veiny, throbbing, cock.

“I cant wait,” he roughly grabs you and pulls off your underwear. He slams you down on the lab table and lifts your hips up towards him. You scream at the roughness. But he ignores you, and gets down on his knees to look at your cunt. You whine.

“I never could get a good look at this, my god,” he blows on your swollen clit and you yelp at the sensation.

“Not so tough anymore, hmm?” his huge hands feel up on your body and one of them tugs on your hair to pull you back upright as he stands back up. Now, you’re face to face with his cock again.

“Suck it.” his hand never leaves your head. You take his girth in your hands and spit on it. You use your hands and pump his cock while staring up, waiting for feedback.

“I didn’t say touch it, I said suck. Use your mouth,” he demands.

“But it’s so big,” you whine, your slick dripping onto the table under you.

“Imagine how big it’ll be when I put it inside your tight little pussy. Breath through your nose and suck on it,” he doesn’t stutter. You get right to work.

You choke on it and gag on it, over and over. Soon enough, you get the hang of it. You take it back into your throat and keep it there for a second, then bring it back up. You use your hands to pump the length you couldn’t reach, and Jake allows that. He groans as you slowly increase your speed sucking him.

Then, you take it out of your mouth.

“Jake, fuck my throat,” you tell him.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, kid” he slaps his dick against your cheek. You smile.

“I do,” you pin your hands behind your back and open your mouth for him.

“Okay, just tap my belly 3 times when you want me to stop,” he tells you. You open your mouth wider.

Jake doesn’t start slow. You can feel his cock in the way back of your throat as he thrusts. You almost feel as if it’ll end up in your stomach. You scream as it goes in and out, you can feel the soreness and the bruising.

You look at his belly. As your eyes tear up, he fucks his precum into you, and you can feel it going down and into your tummy. You make more noises muffled by his cock, and the vibration on his member was too much for him to handle. His load spills into your throat and goes straight down into your stomach. He takes his cock out of your mouth and slaps your face with it.

“Ah! Goddamn!” he looks at you, your mouth covered in cum and spit, while tears run down your cheeks. You look back up at him.

“Jake, I can’t take it,” you tell him.

“What?”

You lean back onto the table, trying to catch your breath, as you wiped your face. “I- I-“ Jake had fucked your mouth so hard, you forgot how to talk for a second. You cough a little bit, and his eyes never leave you. You sit back up and lean into his thigh resting your head by his member, and wrapping your arms around him.

“Why didn’t you tap my stomach?” he asks, stroking your hair.

“I wanted you to finish,” you said as you closed your eyes and nuzzled your head into his thigh and groin.

“Listen, you don’t know how many times I’ve finished to you, all by myself.” he reminds you. You chuckle, and tried to push yourself deeper into the plush of his thigh, as deep as you were already.

“So, have you seen me naked before or not?” you ask, smiling up at him.

“All the time-“ before he could continue, you giggle and smack his thigh.

“Perv!!” you laugh.

“He got down on his knees to get on your level. He kissed you. “Nothing compares to fucking you though.” he stares right into your eyes.

“I didn’t get my satisfaction yet..” you look down as you play with you fingers in your lap.

“I know, I had an idea for that,” he smiles at you.

“What?” you ask eagerly.

“See that melted ice cream right there?” he points at the deformed ice cream cone sitting a few feet away from you. “Lean over, lick it up, and finish it while I finger you.”

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