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diet mountain dew ! | jake sully

pairing, jake sully x female human!reader

summary, after the omaticayan clan agree to teach jake their ways, he’ll come to realize that pandora has its secrets just like earth. And that secret was you.

warnings, NSFW! minors do not interact! Smut! Size difference! Fingering! Touchy of the breast!

authors note, so this is my first fic on tumblr and depending how this goes I might make this a miniseries cause I’m already invested in this character

Jake’s favorite color used to be brown, he remembered. And not just any brown, he argued, it was a dark chestnut brown — the color of his mother’s reading glasses that she usually wore when she’d patronize himself as a child for his countless of impulsive decisions ( which for longed nothing but trouble ) The same color was also worn by his father in the form of a raggedy old pocket watch he claimed would bestow him the grandest gift the dying earth could give — that was something Jake never understood as the watch itself hadn’t told time since before his time, yet not once uttered the fact to his father. And lest not forget his twin brother Tommy who’d gifted him that same colored wooded bracelet before he was stationed off to the military. That dark chestnut brown was everywhere in his eyes, so subtle, and so hard not to like.

The color once meant stability in his mind, it’d be the same color covering your fingertips from a rugged fall . . . so easy to brush off, but still there reminding you of what ground you walked on and what safe haven you reported to.

And yet, when he lost everyone and himself alike, that once firm and strapping color grew dull. Plaguing him of the memories where his life stood its ground firmly — accounting no recoil when everything surrounding it quaked . . . Until it withstood all it could and that stable image came tumbling down disclosing secrets he couldn’t possibly understand.

Those same secrets left him in utter awe. The deep enriching chestnut color proving to hide all the endeavors it could, but it was wholly riveting to him — discovering secrets beyond comprehension as it gave him another shot at life . . .

Pandora gave him another shot at life, one full of it’s peculiarity which was so incredibly intoxicating to him, and yet he couldn’t help but notice that same color Pandora was built upon forcing the thought of what secrets the enigmatic planet held, and how those secrets would curate to the man the Omaticaya clan believe he'd never become.

But Jake knew he was giving them one hell of a ride for their money. His resolve was oh so stubborn, never one letting up. Neytiri claimed it was due to his strong heart, but he didn't know whether to believe her or not, because the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew he’d let you break down every ounce of his resolve if need be.

You were stood at the base of a grandiose waterfall, nude back to him allowing him to see the purple veins littered throughout your body . . . but that wasn't what intrigued him. What intrigued him was your flesh . . . your human flesh, not blue like every other na’vi he’d encountered during his time on the planet.

His head tilted sideways in confusion. How was it that you didn’t have an oxygen mask? How was it that you seemed alone? Surely you were apart of a squad as no human in their right mind would ever venture into an ample and diverse environment by themselves. Especially one as exceedingly perilous as Pandora.

So he waited, in hopes of locating where you came from or whom you were working for.

But, one minute turned into five and five turned into ten, until he was sure he’d stood there against the rugged bark of a tree watching your elegant form swiftly sway to the song you were humming to for more than thirty minutes. And in those thirty minutes, not once did it look like you were meant to be elsewhere . . . you were far too relaxed with the way the water rippled and tickled your nude frame.

You looked as if you were home.

The thought alone scared Jake. He’d seen the terrors and minacious creatures lurking deep within the heart of Pandora, surely you knew that too.

Hell, even if you did you payed no mind. No mind to the hisses that slithered through the air wizzing past his own ears, no mind to the roaring in the air echoing around you as if a ferocious beast was moments away from plucking you from your safe haven, and no mind to the gallant of creatures swinging through the trees above you. All you did was bask in the moment, as if you belonged in the ecosystem along with every other creature. As if you called every living being your friend.

Despite his always lurking curiosity, he knew it was time to go. Neytiri would have him by the head if he stood out any longer, but he vowed to himself that he’d returned . . .

And he did, every day for three months.

Some days, you’d be like the first — nude with your clothes strewn on a rock nearby swaying to the song you were humming that coincidentally Jake had running through his own head. Your back was too him, always, which he was grateful for, but if you moved to quick he was swift enough to turn his head fearing of overstepping a boundary. Other days you’d lay on the grass watching the ikran sail above you as if wondering how’d it feel to be them. However, his favorite days had to be when you’d sing a song as sweet as your voice. You’d sing it to the world around you, like it listened to everything . . . and sometimes he thought so.

One day, he mustered the courage to ask Neytiri about you wondering how you were so close to their abode, yet so far all the same.

Her posture turned rigid, “What woman?”

Jake furrowed his eyebrows, “The human woman by the waterfall. She has purple ve—“

“No!” Neytiri interrupted. “You do not speak of this woman,” she stalked towards him. Eyes squinted in bubbling anger. “No think either.”

Jake’s furrowed eyebrows thickened but he nodded, knowing to never push his luck anymore. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have another option.

“You seriously haven’t seen her?” He asked incredulously.

Grace released a puff of smoke from her cigarette, shaking her head she said, “I don’t have a single clue on what you’re raving about, marine,” she took a puff. “Wouldn’t be the first time either, but you’ve been at this long enough to know no humans would survive out there.”

He wheeled closer, his human body desperate for answers, “But she can Grace,” he sighed. “Listen, I don’t know how or why, but she’s human.”

Norm glanced at Grace and frowned, the papers in his hand now not worth his attention, “biologically speaking it’s impossible, Jake.”

Jake dramatically groaned and ran a hand down his face, “Not you too!”

“Okay,” grace began putting out her cigarette. “Let’s say what you’re telling us is true,” she crossed her arms and leaned against the rusty metal wall around them. “Where do we go from there? You still haven’t received the trust of the Omaticaya clan and I think we should focus on that, seeing as we have no samples or sizable proof of a woman with purple marks walking around.”

Jake released a breath he didn’t know he was holding and didn’t utter a word. He knew what you were, he’d seen you with his own two eyes for months.

Grace took pity on his frown and patted his leg, “If what you’re saying is true Jake, everything we knew about Pandora could be flipped sideways,” his eyes flickered from the floor to her. “But come on, enough of that marine. Training is bright and early tomorrow, rest up!”

The thought of Pandora’s secrets being revealed was enough for him to be consumed by you, like a never ending flame settling deep within his heart . . . and oh, did this flame spark at the thought of you.

Without a moment of hesitation, Jake knew what he had to do.

You were oblivious to the world around you, more specifically to war brewing from the cosmos: seeking nothing but destruction. So, you stood as elegant as he’d seen you on the first: admiring the world around you, following the whispers that called.

You looked so peaceful.

“Hey!”

You turned from your position near the water and if his sudden appearance scared you, you didn’t show it. You merely blinked at the blue na’vi bounding towards you in excitement, a little skip to his step.

“We had an agreement,” you rose your eyebrows. your lips pressed together in annoyance, the na’vi language rolling off your tongue as sweetly as you sang. Far better than anything he’s able to mutter. “An agreement you all began.”

The boyish smile on his face slightly vanished but the closer he came the more you noticed a hint of it continued to reside on his face.

“You’re human,” he breathed out ignoring your first statement.

You sighed, the height difference forcing you to crane your neck up to look at him, “I will not participate in any foolishness your clan is looking for,” your eyes narrowed into slits. “Leave. I will not ask again.”

“Woah! Wait! I’m human!” he raises his hands up in surrender. “I’m human!”

Your eyebrows raise.

Jake seems to understand his mistake, “I might not look like a human now, but I am!” he hurries to assure. “Through psionics!”

He states this matter of factly, as if you were supposed to know of what comes out of his rambling mouth, but the frown on your features was a clear indicator that you were as lost as a baby ikran.

“Psionics?” He pressured again, but still your face was icy. He turned to look behind you, “Where’s your squad? How do you breathe Pandora’s air?”

The questions came out too fast for your liking, so all you did was huff, turn around, and continue your water watching hoping that the fool would leave you alone.

He didn’t.

“I gotta tell you, it’s good to see a new human face,” he sat down next to you, while you were seated on a rook about four feet off the ground. “I’ve been down here for months and now when I wake up, I wake up expecting to be something . . . new.”

Silence was your response. You’d hope he’d leave you alone but a small part of you was also incredibly curious. He was human? Well, why does he look na’vi?

Yet, he continued, “So, what’s your mission?” he turned to view the purple veins on your arms. “Did the colonel send you too?”

This peaked your interest.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you turned towards him. Even sitting down he was still a couple of inches taller than you, but the sitting arrangement was more comfortable than standing.

“Colonel? What is a Colonel?”

Something in the supposed human seem to snap him back into reality. The once boyish smile fell into a more concentrated frown. As if the world itself was a math problem made for him to solve.

There was no way you were on Pandora without the help of the Colonel, he practically had a say on everything regarding the unique planet. So, why wouldn’t you know him?

He decided to play it safe, like he did with the Omaticayan clan, “Humans or the sky people have warriors. Colonels lead a small section of warriors to battle while also listening to the people who are higher up.”

“Higher up?”

“Someone who has more power over you.”

The crease with in your forehead continued to show, “What is the psilonics you mentioned?”

The corner of his mouth jutted up but he corrected you coolly, “Psionics is how the sky people are able to turn into a na’vi.”

You stayed silent for a while, processing the information given to you. If you had trouble digesting the details, you didn’t let it show. Your expression as icy as it was when your conversation with him began, but the curiosity still lingered in your soul, eywa could practically feel it. You were so curious, in fact, the next days the na’vi ventured into your camp you were already waiting.

Days turned into weeks, Weeks turned into months.

Looks turned into gazes, touches turned into lingers.

The man consumed your every being, drowning in your mind with no memory of him in your head to give his lungs air. He clawed, fought, and even charmed to escape . . . but you held him there so tight the air grew harder to contain.

“You must be careful, Jake,” you told him once as took a dip in your waterfall. “Your clan call me demon. They say I’m not worthy of eywa’s blessing,” you turned to him. “Do you see me as a demon?”

You had no idea how and where you grew bold. Maybe the icy cold water sent a shrill of adrenaline up your spine and tickled your heart—or maybe it already did that on its own, that would explain the fluttery feeling you grew in your time with the Na’vi male.

The male was seated on the grass beside the plunge pool, looking at you indescribably as if you were a problem he willed himself to solve no matter the circumstance.

“No,” he spoke after a moment of observing you. “I don’t see a demon.”

You took slow steps out of the water towards the rock next to him. Your nipple hardening when a breeze swept by almost taking your breath away.

You sat down beside him, the rock allowing you to be at his eye-level. You felt his gaze covering your entirety almost making you shiver with thrill.

You turned towards him a wonder in your eyes, “What do you see?” You whispered.

He leaned towards you his own eyes clouding with the emotion bubbling in between your legs, “A beauty that rivals that of eywa.”

Before you knew it, his much larger lips planted on your own. Practically devouring them. You did your best to reciprocate the action, to show him every ounce of emotion that littered your body since the day you saw him.

A groan echoed in your mouth, giving you the answer you were hoping for.

His slender blue fingers tugged at your almost nonexistent garments. Moving as quickly as he could. Without a second to think, you complied. Giving him the access he so desperately wanted.

His lips latched onto your right breast, tongue circling the bud, before receiving a harsh suck that had you crying out.

“Jake!” You moaned.

His head lifted and he gave you a cheeky grin, but his hands moved much lower, “You can take it, can’t you baby?”

His fingers trailed over your clit lightly tapping it to tease you, “Right?” He spoke that idiotic grin still on his face.

You felt hot. You’re face was likely red from the position and size difference but it made you all that much aroused. So you nodded.

“Yes!” You cried as his index finger circled your entrance, occasionally stopping to tap. “I can take it!”

“Good girl.”

He eased his finger inside watching in amazement as your cunt sucked him in so eagerly disappearing soon after. The cry you let out was deliciously sweet he wanted to hear more.

His free hand nipped and pinched your breast creating even more stimulation.

Then when he started thrusting, you could swear your soul saw eywa.

His index finger alone made you feel so deliciously full you began to cry out like no other, especially when he curled his finger and the slow pace picked up.

“Yeah that’s right,” he nodded looking over your bare body and contorted face full of pleasure. “You’re mine now.”