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Pairing: Dilf!Jake Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Summary: In which Jake Sully finds you naked and can’t get you out of his head. He tries so hard to resist- after all, he is an honorable man- but late at night, he can't withstand it any longer, and he deliciously masturbates to the thought of you.

Content & Warnings: [SMUT] age-gap, voyeurism, daddy kink, male masturbation, oral fantasy (m receiving), cursing, horny denial, jake sully being kinda pervy

A/N: This will be a four-part series, so buckle up pookies 💙 let me know if anyone wants to be tagged! Also, this was inspired by the song, 'Older' by Isabel LaRosa. I swear, this song is so jake-coded that every time i listen to it, i need to BUST lmaoo

Word Count: 2.5k

Visuals: @jakesullyfatjuicypeen

Jake Sully never meant to have seen you naked.

It had been early in the morning, no light yet visible in the horizon, but to Jake it was the perfect time to wake up and stretch his legs. He enjoyed this time of day, there was a certain peace to the forest that gave him comfort in the midst of the chaos that was his life as Olo'eyktan. As was his routine, he made his way to the river that had become his solace in the lonesome of his life. But don’t feel bad for him, he was perfectly content being alone. He truly desired for none of the drama that often went hand-in-hand with having a mate. In all honesty, he didn’t want to subject himself to that type of torture.

With quiet footsteps, he approached the river, hearing its familiar gurgle greet him. He was almost to its clearing, anticipation growing, but as soon as he heard humming, he froze. Ducking behind some thick foliage, he parted the plants, curious to see who was intruding his haven. When he saw you, his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes widened. Holy shit.

Before him was a naked woman. You were kneeling in the water, your back to him as your tail swung gently behind you. You were taking a bath, scooping water in your cupped hands as you washed your shoulders and arms with a featherlight touch. You hummed a familiar tune, oblivious to his presence and peering eyes. He should leave… But then you began massaging your scalp, quiet moans escaping you as tension left your body. As if pleasured, you arched your back, your ass now perfectly in the air.

God, you were beautiful. Your skin looked so supple and soft, your waist enticing. He couldn't help imagining his hands gripping your hips as he thrusted into you at an unforgiving pace. He felt himself shiver, growing more aroused by the second. But then reality hit and he shook his head in disgust. He scolded himself for having such vulgar thoughts of someone he didn't know. Especially someone who seemed half his age. It was wrong!

But yet, his eyes found you again- like a moth to a flame- and he tensed at the sight before him. You now faced him fully, eyes closed and head tilted back as your delicate hands traveled over your body in a sensual dance that ignited fire in his gut. You were gonna be the death of him. You were hypnotizing, he couldn't look away.

He wished it was him who touched your body. His hands as they traveled teasingly slow down your sternum. His fingers that gently caressed your perky nipples. His touch that traveled down your stomach and to your most intimate area. He observed your every move with a predatory attention, chest heaving with want. He grew painfully hard under his loincloth, his breath hissing past his lips when the material rubbed harshly against the tip of his cock. By now, morality had completely abandoned him, he wanted to devour you.

He didn't know if it was coincidence or not, but suddenly you looked up towards his direction, golden eyes piercing. His heart lurched, and he ducked even further thinking he was caught. Shit shit shit. But you just looked away as if nothing was amiss and continued humming that sweet little tune that had now become haunting.

Feverous haze now shattered, he decided that it was time to leave. He should have never stayed. He felt absolutely guilty that he had fallen to his lowest and most primitive of thoughts. Here you were, vulnerable and exposed, and he took advantage of that. He tried to leave as silently as possible, but in his agitated state, he mistakenly stepped on a twig in his path.

A resounding crack. Fuck. You immediately covered yourself, eyes wide with alarm as you looked frantically around. Fortunately, he was still covered by thick foliage, so he made a quick escape as if his tail was on fire. The further he moved away from you, the better he could breathe and clear his head. Inhaling the cool air was grounding, just what he needed to start his day.

Tending to his Olo'eyktan duties could sometimes be tedious and exhausting, but Jake did them all with a warm heart and a dedicated spirit. He loved his people, the forest, and all of Pandora, they were his home. He would do everything in his power to protect it and honor Tsu’tey’s memory. Despite this, Jake just couldn’t get you out of his head. Throughout the day, his informants would tell him important news and tactics, but he would space out as he recalled your body. Often, they had to repeat themselves, much to their annoyance. He promised himself that that was the last time, that he would definitely put you out of his head, but then the torturous cycle would continue all over again.

Each daydream was more intense than the last as he imagined every single position he could fuck you in. He imagined your taste on his tongue, your sweet moans in his ears, the tender touch he would leave imprinted on your soft skin. But the daydream that he particularly loved and the one that made him ravenous, was the one where he felt the clenching, sopping warmth of your pussy around his cock. Fuck, it was too much. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hand discreetly palming himself under the table. How the fuck were you making him so crazy with need? God, he needed release.

Knowing that eclipse was fast approaching, he let the meeting come to an early end, happy to see them disperse rapidly. He was grateful for the darkness that now fell, he would have been mortified if anyone had seen his prominent bulge. Alas, he had spoken too soon because a few spaces to the left of his tent, you were crouching down to pick at some flowers. You still hadn’t heard him, but he thought you looked cute as you smiled tenderly at the blossoms. Wait- what? Cute? When he approached you, a sunny smile lit your features as you stood up. He refused to acknowledge the staggering beat of his heart in that very moment.

Once close, he couldn't help noticing how he towered over you, and yet again, he felt those foreign sensations invade him as he thought of wrapping his arms around you to keep you safe. He must be sick or perhaps he was truly losing his mind…

You greeted him with a touch to your forehead extended to him, which he returned, and then you offered him the flowers. Confused, he accepted them awkwardly, but he also discreetly positioned them to hide his arousal. You frowned at this, but said nothing, moving on like not a damn thing was amiss.

As you spoke, he took the time to study your lips. He observed intently the way they rose and fell, curling with each word. He delighted in the way your pink tongue would sometimes make an appearance as well as the flash of your teeth and fangs as you spoke gently at him. There was a fleeting moment where he wanted to kiss you- to taste you- but like with every strange need you ignited in him, he ignored it.

He noticed then the expectant look you gave him, waiting for a response. But in all honesty, he hadn't heard shit. He was just so dumbfounded by you. How could you have such a strong effect on him when he didn’t even know you? Anyways, he was pretty sure you had wished him a goodnight. He grunted, acknowledging your kind words with a nod. He brought his hand to his forehead, extending it to you as farewell.

He didn’t miss the way you deflated at his abrupt dismissal, but he didn’t do it to be mean, he just hoped you hadn’t seen the slight reddening of his cheeks as you regarded him intently. Nonetheless, he watched as you hurried off to your home, slightly relieved that you were gone. This day had been entirely too much.

Fortunately, he was now surrounded by the comfort of his home, greeted by the familiar silence. He sat on the edge of his cot, fingers digging into the fur lining of the mattress below. With a frustrated sigh, he glared down at his angry bulge. His hand itched to give relief, but he refused. Call him a masochist, but he would not jerk off to the thought of you. Falling back on his cot, he pressed his fists harshly into his eye sockets, begging sleep to take him and rid him of the inconvenience you now presented in his life. Eywa delivered, Jake falling into a heavy and merciful sleep, though it did not last very long…

It was in the dead of night that he awoke to erotic thoughts of you. He found himself lying face down on his cot, an extra pillow pushed forcefully in between his legs. In the deep of his sleep, he had been rutting desperately into it, imagining that it was you. His breath came as heavy pants, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin. Realization came crashing down and he stopped all movements. Fuck! He jerked the pillow away, throwing it brutally against the wall of his tent.

Shifting to his back, he rubbed his hands down his face, shaking his head. This could not be happening to him! He suddenly felt like he was in his twenties again, desperately horny and insatiable. He silently cursed you- you did this to him. You and your young, perfect body. You had been unintentionally provocative and it had seared into his mind with vicious intent. You were a cruel woman out to destroy him. He decided then that you were his reckoning, for all the times he had turned down women wanting to settle down with him.

But he was so hard and in so much pain, how could it be this painful? Maybe- maybe it wouldn't be so bad? So morally wrong? After all, this was a one-time thing… But no- he couldn't do it, wouldn’t do it. But fuck, it had felt so good when he was fucking you in his dreams.

With that thought burning fervently in his mind, trembling hands found way to his clothed erection, slowly massaging himself through the fabric. Gritting his teeth, he tortured himself with soft strokes, purposefully punishing himself for his actions. But his cock throbbed painfully, begging for more. Pursing his lips in annoyance, Jake unfastened his loincloth, his dick springing against his navel. Expertly, he squeezed the tip of his cock, collecting the leaking precum as it flowed through his fingers. He rubbed that in, just the way he liked it, imagining that it was you doing it for him.

Your delicate fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, almost hesitant, but slowly you began to stroke him. His breath hitched, teeth biting into his lower lip to stop the groan that wished to escape. Your movements are gentle, moving up and down and in circular motions around his shaft, and it was excruciating. His hips start following you desperately, fucking into his- no- your hand. With every flick of your wrist, it sent electrifying shivers down his spine, eliciting heavy pants. God, he couldn't get you out of his head. Even now he was delusional.

“Daddy.” It was a gentle purr in his ear, making Jake snap his hips harshly into your hand. “Let me taste you?” At that, you did a particularly firm squeeze to his tip, making his eyes roll to the back of his head as he gasped, “Fuckk, do it baby.”

Your golden eyes focused entirely on him as you went down the length of his body, stopping just above the tip of his cock. You gave him an alluring smile before finally taking him into the warmth of your mouth. Your lips wrapped themselves around his fat tip, taking him in slowly. A lowly groan was his only response as your tongue rendered him helpless in that very moment. Peering down through heavily lidded eyes, you were so eager, so sloppy, so perfect just for him. Soon you found your rhythm, head bobbing in such an obscene way that left his mouth watering at the sight. Funny… you couldn’t even take all of him because you were so fucking small you had to use your hands. To Jake, this was such a perverse scenario, but it was the perfect fantasy to fuck himself to.

As he imagined your sopping, hot mouth enveloped around his cock, he actually slathered his leaking precum all over his shaft and head. Your tongue, which swirled with cruel intent, was actually his thumb running over every vein and bump. And that perfect suction you were so dutifully providing was actually his rough fingers tightening around the entirety of his dick.

A heavy breath hissed past his lips due to all these sensations, leaving him gasping as he groaned his next words, “Shit baby, how are you doing this to me?” A throaty moan was all he could muster as his fingers circled around his frenulum, that sweet spot that always did the trick to push him closer to the edge.

He was close. He could feel it in the way a tingling heat scoured every inch of his body, in the way his muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and the way his balls tightened as they prepared to ejaculate. He began to fist his cock harshly, fucking into his hand with such vigor that he panted like a rabid animal. He didn’t care if anyone could hear him. In fact, let them hear. Let them know that it was completely and unequivocally you who was doing this to him.

Fuck. So close.

“Cum in my mouth, Daddy, please.” He came undone instantly, spurting milky thick ropes of semen onto his abdomen as he continued to aggressively pump his cock dry of his seed. By the end, he was out of breath, heart beating erratically as he fought to calm down. Bringing his forearm to cover his eyes, he laid there in complete disbelief, refusing to acknowledge his actions, the violation of his moral code. He was a pervert now. Shaking his head, he looked down and glared at the mess he made…it was a lot more than usual. Definitely a pervert.

Reaching for a wet cloth, he cleaned himself up, but paused all ministrations when he heard shuffling outside his tent. He tensed before hastily resuming, getting rid of the shameful evidence with each hurried wipe. But no matter how much he cleaned himself, he could not easily forget; you were imprinted on his mind and now his body, and without a doubt, you were going to be his ruin.

Unbeknownst to Jake, you had known he was there as you bathed, and had enjoyed every second of his attention. Later in the night, it had also been you who passed by his tent, hearing his quiet groans of pleasure as he came undone most likely to the thought of you. Your plan had worked, now for the next phase…

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Also, y/n is pretty bold huh? She's crazy for Jake's dick (like many of us 😩)

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