bumblebitch

Life here after everything was an adjustment to say the least. Jake changed over to his Avatar body fully, for reasons that you completely understood. But your relationship didn't change much. He's still cheeky and teasing, just now in a bluer, much larger body. If anything, he seems even happier in your relationship now. Not that he wasn't happy before, but he always claimed to be a burden to you even though you never once thought such a thing.

Now, the roles have reversed. You're small. Well, human-sized, anyway. Frailer than the Na'vi, unable to breathe the Pandoran air, unable to eat most of the food and therefore, unable to enjoy a meal with the one you love. You're managing as best you can, but it's steadily beginning to weigh on you. Especially when you look at all the Na'vi couples around the new hometree, walking side by side with tails entwined or brushing the others leg. You listen as some talk about how magical it was to mate before Eywa and perform tsaheylu. These are just more things you know you'll never be able to do, and its wildly upsetting. But, even though these things weigh on you, Jake is none the wiser. That is by design. He has enough on his plate being the new Olo'eyktan.

Speaking of, he is currently busy, as always, dealing with some internal dispute or meeting with other clan leaders. You've forgotten which it was he had to do today. Either way, his absence has given you the time to walk around freely, not hugely far from hometree but far enough into the woods to give you space to ruminate on your own thoughts. Hardly ideal, but you can't help it. And to make matters worse, with your growing understanding of the Na'vi language, you've come to notice that your Jake is a topic of conversation on almost everyone's lips. Many speak of how he is adjusting to being Olo'eyktan, others of how he is still too human in some ways but will learn with time. One such conversation is happening right this second, and you can hear every word of it.

"I do not understand our Olo'eyktan. He should have mated Neytiri after everything. She is to be his Tsahik after all, after her mother's time."

"Mm. Yes, sister. But he has that vrrtep that he keeps around. He should get rid of it. What can she possibly do for him, hm?"

"She is like a pet, no? Or perhaps, like a child's toy."

Raucous laughter echoes through the clearing, and it makes your stomach turn. You think the conversation may end there, but of course, it doesn't. One woman gives a short sigh, almost wistful in a way.

"He is so good with the children here. She cannot give him that. I doubt she is even satisfying him."

A sharp, scandalised gasp.

"Sister! You should not say such things. Even if they are true."

You've heard enough at this point, turning on your heels and rushing through the trees. Their laughter seems locked into your head, echoing and bouncing around your skull with the words that you're sure must be true. This isn't the first time the Omatikaya have questioned Jake about his allegiance to you, but you haven't heard anything from anyone for so long, you'd considered it all forgotten. But of course not. How could it be? You're just a human. A human playing around in the woods, acting like you're more than you are.

You don't know when you make it back to hometree. Hell, you weren't even paying attention to where you were going or your surroundings. A pack of viperwolves could've gotten you and you'd be none the wiser. A sick thought pops into your head then. 'At least Jake could move on with someone more like him.' But you know Jake Sully. He would be destroyed by the loss. Tommy. Grace. Tsu'tey. All the hundreds that died fighting for Pandora. Your death would topple him.

You're startled out of your thoughts by the voice of the very man you're thinking about. But before you can even look up, you're basically body slammed by a wall of warm muscle, the gesture knocking your breath right out of you.

"Baby! What the hell were you doing out there so late? I was so worried. They said you left hours ago with," he pauses, kneeling so he can look you over. "Just a knife? Are you insane?"

His hands keep running over your limbs, checking for bruising or injuries, concern knitting his bushy eyebrows so close together they might fuse. You don't even know what to say. Your throat feels tight and your eyes are stinging once again as he checks over your exopack, making sure you still have enough oxygen even though you wouldn't be standing if you didn't. He notes that it is running a little low but you've seemingly gotten back in time for a change.

Your eyes drift over his features whilst he does all this, and without thinking, you lift a hand, brushing your fingers over that spot between his eyebrows, trying to ease the tension before he gives himself a headache. His hands finally stop moving, resting over your waist and hips, fiddling with the tewng he had made for you as his eyes finally meet yours.

"Sorry, baby. Didn't mean to.. you know. Get all irate. You just.. you really scared me. Are you okay?" His voice softens as his eyes lock with yours, looking into your very soul like he always does. Your hand drifts away from his forehead now that it's not all creased up, dropping down to your side, and you attempt to steady your voice enough to respond.

"Yeah." Well that didn't sound convincing. "I'm okay. Sorry for scaring you." Definitely not convincing at all. Good job.

He isn't convinced at all, but just as he's about to question you further, you step forward and wrap your arms around his neck, the lukewarm glass of your mask pressing against his skin. God, you wish you could feel him fully right now. It's torture not being able to kiss him freely. His arms tighten around your waist and he rises from his knees with ease, lifting your body into his arms and firmly against his chest, one hand shifting to make sure you're not accidentally flashing everyone. They likely wouldn't care, but you still have your reservations about being so barely clothed. It was a battle just to get you to try the tewng on, and you still prefer wearing baggy t-shirts or crop tops over the Na'vi style chest accessories.

He begins carrying you off to your kelku, brushing off everyone who attempts to corral him to main meal. Their Olo'eyktan always gives a few words of thanks for the People's hard work and the agenda coming up. He tells Neytiri to have Mo'at lead things tonight, stating that his– Hang on. Did he just say, 'his mate isn't feeling well?' And in front of so many people?

Neytiri doesn't question it, knowing that Jake is still as stubborn as he was when they first met, and that you will always be his first priority. She simply nods and turns towards the main firepit, leaving you two alone. Your cheeks burn beneath your mask, and whilst Jake can't feel those, he can definitely feel the way your body warms a little and your heart beats just that bit faster. Upon reaching your little home, he closes the door flaps behind him, ensuring that you will not be disturbed. He sits down with you firmly planted on his lap, legs straddling his hips.

"Now, you gonna tell me what's really going on?" He looks at you with an eyebrow raised, the look he often gives to Omatikaya children that are being just a bit too rambunctious in the late hours. Annoyingly, it kind of works on you too, and you anxiously avert your eyes as he begins fiddling with your exopack, swapping out the dying battery for a fresh one. He pats your hip once he's done and you realise you still haven't answered.

"I–" You hesitate, of course, you hesitate. This wasn't a conversation you were ready to have. Not by a long shot. You were hoping to just.. Not.

"I missed you.. Is all," you mutter, still not looking at him as you lean forward, slumping against his chest and closing your eyes. You know you're not entirely lying, you do miss him all the time, but that is not what was bothering you so deeply. It seems he may have bought it though, biding you time to figure out how to actually deal with your own insecurities. His hands begin rubbing up and down your waist, fingers deftly pushing under the loose fabric of your shirt so he can feel your skin. His touch causes a little shudder to run up your spine before settling into a blooming warmth that spreads across you.

"I missed you too, baby.. Missed having you in my arms." His words are punctuated with little kisses pressed wherever he can easily reach, top of your head, neck, shoulders, wherever. He even pulls your shirt up over your head with a quick glance for permission just so he can kiss your body more, desperate for the skin-to-skin contact and intimacy. It sends shivers through you, and for a moment, you may actually be able to forget about your worries. You begin trailing a soft hand up his arm, feeling the corded muscle beneath his striped skin, the other hand gliding down his body. His tail thwacks against the bed mat, a small chuckle leaving your lips because he's so much easier to read in this body. A soft groan rumbles through his chest as he grips your hips, pulling you flush against him to feel the growing hardness beneath his tewng making you gasp softly.

"See what you do to me?" He rasps, ears pinning to his head and his pupils dilating with hunger. His lips descend onto your neck again, and between kisses, he rubs his cheek against your skin, scenting you so everybody knows that you're his. Everybody knows anyway, but he can't help himself. A little flicker of insecurity sparks in your head, but a nip to your neck makes you whine, sending the thought out before you could even register what it was. It seems that Jake Sully catches onto more than he lets on, and now, he seems determined to distract you from what's bothering you.

He grabs your wrists carefully, not wanting to bruise your delicate, human skin, and he brings them up to his own neck, essentially making you scent him in return. The realisation, honestly, almost makes you cry. Most Na'vi hate human scents, turning their noses up whenever you walk by despite you using all the same scented oils that the Omatikaya do. And now Jake is willingly dousing himself in that same scent, making sure it sticks to his skin for as long as possible. You rise up on your knees, saving yourself the ache in your shoulders and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as your wrists continue rubbing against his skin. You lean in slowly, wanting so badly to press your cheek against him the way he did to you, only to be stopped a mere inch or two away by the glass covering your face. Frustration bubbles over in you, and your hands clench against him as the words you've been holding back slip out unintentionally.

"I wish I weren't me."

He freezes, muscles tight and rigid, and his hands firmly planted on your waist. You even feel his grip tighten the tiniest bit, and now you realise that you've fucked up. Now, he knows exactly what's bothering you. His body relaxes marginally, his lips coming to the top of your head.

"I don't." Your head lifts so quickly that you almost smack into his chin, eyes wide and glossy beneath the mask as you look into his eyes.

"I mean it. I wouldn't have you any other way. You drive me crazy in this body. Can you imagine if you had an avatar? Jeez. I'd be more feral for you than I am now." His words don't carry an ounce of deceit, especially when matched with the way his hand his slid up the front of your body, between your soft breasts and over your heart.

"I fell in love with this heart. Way back when. Your beauty was just a bonus," he adds with a soft huff of a laugh, his thumb gently swiping over your skin, dipping a little to brush the silky soft underside of your breast, causing your breath to hitch. He looks at you then. Really looks at you. There's so much behind his eyes that it's almost overwhelming trying to decipher it all. Love. Desire. Adoration. Hunger.

"You.. You don't mind?" Your voice is so quiet that the question is almost inaudible. But Jake hears it. He hears everything when it comes to you. He knew you were having some issues lately. But he also knows you better than anyone, and trying to get you to talk about your feelings is difficult. He'd have an easier time getting a straight answer out of an angry 'angtsìk.

"I can't even bond with you properly. I can't give you the family you want and deserve. I can barely survive out here like this. Hell, Jake, I can't even breathe the air here. How are we supposed to have a life together?" The words all tumble out freely, and so do the tears. It kills Jake inside that he can't kiss them away the way he wants to. Normally, he'd just lift your mask for a second but not whilst you're borderline hyperventilating, that'd just be dangerous. He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist again, purring softly. He knows you love that sound. You teased him for a month straight when you found out he could do it. Hell, even he was surprised. He gently lifts you a little, rubbing his face against your soft chest and under your jaw. Just nuzzling you like an oversized cat.

"Oh, baby. Baby, baby, baby.." His voice is warm, like the rest of him, and he lets out a little sigh before looking at you again.

"Sure, I think about those things too occasionally but I realised that none of that really matters to me. As long as I can have you. All of you, as you are, with me. That's all I want. Just my girl. We don't need tsaheylu for me to know what's going on in that head. We have our own bond, don't we? And yeah the mask is annoying but that's why we go to that old research station when Norm and his band of nerds aren't workin’ there. Means you can breathe and we get to fool around," he shoots a wink your way which makes you laugh between little sniffles. Your hands fiddles with the woven armband he wears around his bicep, almost feeling silly for the words that are about to come out of your mouth.

"We hardly fool around. I can't even take you without almost crying and having to stop."

Jake tilts his head in that way that makes you feel all funny inside and the fucker knows it too. His features have settled into that lazy grin and there's hunger and teasing in his eyes.

"That's what you're worried about?" Aaaaaand just like that, you're flustered again. Distracted from your tumultuous emotions and insecurities as your cheeks burn and you attempt to stammer out a response.

"I'm. No. I'm worried about a lot of things.. that just happens to be one of them." Jake just laughs and you honestly can't blame him. That was such an awkward reply. It's not a mean laugh though, not like the gossiping Na'vi from earlier. It's the kind of laugh that makes your heart do a little somersault in your chest.

"Well, we can work on that.. Just know, I would wait a lifetime for you, okay?" He pulls you against him yet again, eyes half-lidded and full of love and lust for you as his fingers brush over your skin repeatedly.

"Either way, I'm obsessed with you. How you smile."

Kiss.

"How you laugh at my shitty jokes."

Kiss.

"How you feel under my hands."

Kiss.

"Under me."

Kiss.

"How you sound when I touch you."

Kiss.

"How pretty you look when you cum for me."

Kiss.

"You are everything I need."

He gently lays you down at this point, still lavishing your body with kisses, from your neck down to your chest, one on each nipple, giving each a soft suckle, and further down till he reaches your little tewng, still purring like a damn motor just from being able to drown you in his affections. His eyes raise to your own, asking your permission once again, and once he has it his fingers deftly untie the garment covering your lower body, tossing it aside carelessly. He inhales deeply, taking in your scent with a languid sway of his tail, and your cheeks burn violently under your mask.

"Jake! You're so.. odd." Is all you manage to say before you about die from embarrassment, tossing an arm over your face in an attempt to hide, though the exopack hardly allows it.

"Maybe. Or I'm just completely in love with you." He doesn't even let you get another word in, delving into your folds with a long drag of his tongue, pushing his way into your weepy little hole like the slick you're leaking is the only sustenance he's had in days. His tongue is soft but barbed, the little bumps dragging through your saccharine walls in the most delicious way. Your hands cling to his head with a wanton cry, and your back arches off the bed mat. His large hands slip up your body, holding onto your waist to keep you from squirming away.

"Don't run away, baby.. Don't. Please." God, he sounds desperate. Starved. His lips wrap around your pearly clit, suckling on it in a way that makes your legs tremble. He switches between suckling on your clit and dragging his tongue between your slit, the overwhelming feeling of both distracting you to the point you don't notice his hand moving, until you feel a little prod at your entrance. His finger, though long and thicker than your own, slips in with ease, causing a sharp gasp to escape you as you grind down against his hand.

"O-oh, Jake!" You cry out in pleasure, absolutely no control over how loud you're being. Though Jake clearly doesn't mind, angling his finger to begin stroking that little gummy spot that has you seeing stars, only to then slip a second finger inside you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"I know, baby. Taking it so good. My pretty girl, so perfect." The praise just adds to everything, and frankly, it's making you dizzy. His tongue returns to the mix once again, flicking at your clit before dipping to your folds, lapping up every drop of arousal that's just oozing from you by now. You can barely think straight, your body flooded with pleasure and your mind turning to fluff. You manage a glance down at him, and your cunt tightens around his fingers as a result. He looks drunk. Thoroughly pussy drunk. His lips and chin glisten with the sheen of your slick, and his pupils are so wide they've basically wiped out the gold of his eyes. He looks almost feral, just feasting away on every syrupy drop of slick that you give him as his fingers pump away inside your fluttering cunt. But his eyes, as blacked out as they are, still hold that loving reverence he feels for you, the adoration. He loves you more than life itself and he's determined to make you feel better. And, well, it's working. The band in your tummy gets tighter, walls fluttering erratically around his fingers as your whines grow higher in pitch. Jake doubles down, fully sucking on your clit whilst stroking and bumping that one spot inside you, ears twitching at every pitchy cry you let out.

"J-Jake.. I. Fuck. 'M gonna.." Your eyes roll back in your head, body bowing as your high reaches its peak. To top it all off, Jake presses his free hand against your tummy, increasing the pressure inside you to the point you let out a squeal before your vision whites out. He groans and purrs through it all, the extra vibrations causing your body to shake in his hands, cunt gushing around his fingers and onto his face. He doesn't let up. Just licking and lapping at your sopping folds until you eventually push against his head, whimpering softly when it becomes too much. His lips detach from you with a slick 'pah' sound, and he gently sets your lower half back onto the bed mat. You didn't even realise he'd lifted you. He makes a real meal out of licking his lips clean before resting his hand on your belly, stroking your skin softly as you come down from your high just enough for his fingers to slip free.

"Thought you weren't gonna let me go, heh," he chuckles. The bastard fucking chuckles. If you had any physical strength you'd smack him but that was honestly the most mind blowing orgasm he's ever given you, and he's given you many, so right now your limbs feel all mushy. Your eyes finally refocus on his face as he sucks your juices from his fingers, his own eyes locked on yours the whole time. That look gets the fire going again and your hips squirm against the bed mat, telling him everything he needs to know. He just chuckles at you again, smoothing his hands along your hips and waist as he leans over you, kissing his way up your body until he reaches your mask. He nudges it with his nose and you have half the mind to tease him for looking like such a kitty cat right now but he carefully reaches up to lift the mask, giving you the chance to take a breath before he does. His lips quickly but gently descend on yours, plump and soft and tasting of your own essence. You have to remember not to take a breath in like you normally would, and the kiss ends almost as quickly as it started, the glass of your mask coming back down over your face. The disappointment is palpable on your expression, but a soft shake of his head shuts down any negative thoughts that might be brewing. He leans down closer to you, and you can feel the rampant hardness between his legs, still somehow tucked under his tewng. Your hands reach for the strings of his tewng before the thought even registers in your head, freeing him from the confines of the fabric, breath hitching softly when it's finally visible to you. You'll never get over the sight. He's huge, obviously, the size of your forearm at the least, and his tip is probably the size of your damn fist. You've never really compared it to anything before. He's thick and veiny and annoyingly pretty actually, blue like the rest of him with the darker blue stripes, and a few glittering speckles dotted about the length of him. He also has these little ridges on the underside, soft and spongey and looking like they rub all the right spots.

"You gonna keep staring, baby?" Oh, right. You have kind of been staring. Your cheeks burn red as your eyes meet his, a sheepish expression on your face.

"What? Can't help it. You're so pretty, Jake.." You're all but whispering now, mostly because you're a little embarrassed but also because you're always so in awe of him. Being Na'vi suits him. You gently run your hands up his arms, over his shoulders which have buffed out even more recently, over his pecs and down his abdomen, tracing your fingers over stripes, scars and muscles alike. His breathing is heavy, and it gets even heavier when you reach that stupidly pretty cock, your hand wrapping around it as best you can and giving a firm squeeze that has his hips jolting forward.

"I want you, Jake.. Inside me," you murmur, your eyes pleading as you look up at him, your hand stroking him steadily. "Please? Wanna try..”

“Alright. We'll try.” His eyes have pretty much turned black again, a deep, almost growly purr emanating from his chest as he moves, wordless now, grabbing your thighs and parting them gently. Always trying not to hurt you. The man is a sucker for you, always doing things just because you asked. Hell, he'd give you anything, do anything for you. Just to see you happy. He briefly lets go, reaching for something out of your line of sight before he props it under your hips, attempting to open you out for him more. His fingers delve back in first, a surprised whine slipping out of your lips and into the night, all but echoing around you. First one finger, then two, a slick squelch coming from between your thighs that makes your cheeks burn before he's bullying a third finger into you. The sting is brief thanks to how wet you are, and the sensation has you keening, hips pushing into his hand and pulling away shortly after like you can't decide if you want more or not. His other hand locks around your thigh again, holding you in place as he lets out a gruff chuckle.

"Tryna run away again? No, no, baby.." He holds you still, fingers bullying your melty insides, stretching you wide enough to hopefully take him. Jake would be happy with just the tip at this point. He's been dying to feel you around his cock but still, he'd take anything he can get. His fingers slip away again just as you were on the brink of cumming again, a whine escaping you as you look up at him, some little complaint at the ready until it dies on your tongue at the sight of his angry, purple tip just a mere hairs breadth from your entrance. God, he's almost drowning your folds in his sticky, glowing pre, adding a whole new layer of slick to the mix as he presses the oozing head against your cunt. On reflex, you tense up, almost mentally preparing for the pain that'll follow. But Jake stops, one hand holding and caressing your thigh whilst the other is preoccupied with aligning himself with you. He leans over you, drowning you in his warmth again as he purrs right in your ear.

"Gotta relax, paskalin. I've got you. Let me do all the work, okay? You just relax," he murmurs, pressing kisses to your shoulder and along your collarbone as he continues rubbing the fat mushroomy head of his cock against you, pressing in marginally before retreating again. It's anguish. You want him so badly and your hands reach up to cling to his biceps, nodding gently before letting out a deep, shaky breath.

"Good girl." And with that, he feels that last little bit of resistance melt away, the head of his cock pushing in just a little further, and a little more. Oh, and a little more. That alone has you reeling, nails digging into his arms, moaning and babbling nonsense at him already as you feel the head just pop inside, settling right in like he belongs there.

"Oh. Oh my god. Hol- y shit," is about the extent of your sentences right now, your mind fully focused on the feeling of Jake finally being inside you. You try to push your hips against him, eager to take more now that you've had a taste and Jake hisses, his hands firmly gripping your hips as his tail whips around behind him. You feel even better than he expected, and he has to remind himself to hold back or he'll seriously hurt you. His head bows down to your chest, puffs of air blowing against your tits, eyes screwed tightly closed, purrs rumbling in his chest and his teeth gritting together just so he doesn't cum right this second.

"Shit, baby. Feel s'good." He sounds as fucked as you feel. He sinks his teeth into the fat of your tit, biting a mark into it that'll linger for days before he lifts his head again, slowly drawing his hips back, eyes fixated on where your little cunt is stretched around his length. Your legs cling to his hips, trying so hard to keep him inside as you whine and whimper pathetically. He reaches down and thumbs at your clit in smooth circles as he pushes back in, both of you groaning loudly as he pushes in further, causing a small swell to appear in your lower belly from the sheer size of him. Your head lolls against the mat beneath you, and your hands slip down to his forearms, clinging to him as he finds a good rhythm and depth for both of you, mostly prioritising your comfort, prompting the lewdest cries to flow from your lips. Jake's hands come down the backs of your thighs, hoisting them up and folding you into the meanest mating press, making you squeal and tense up briefly at the way the new angle feels.

"Now.. Let's- Fuck. Let's see if there's still some human DNA in me, huh?" He rasps, chuckling briefly, brushing his fingers over the little bump he's created in your tummy. Your eyes fling open, locking onto his as your jaw drops in shock. His eyes are locked on that area of your stomach, like he's imagining it swelling out more. Whether that's possible is another issue entirely. But not one he cares about right now. He's still going to try.

"Oh shit." Is the last clear sentence you manage, because now Jake is pistoning his hips, thighs bracketing your body as he holds you where he needs you, fucking into your gummy walls as deep as he can without hurting you. Pain is the absolute last thing on your mind. All you feel is overwhelming pleasure, and you're letting the whole damn planet know about it with how loud your cries are. The slick sounds of skin on skin just add to the lewd symphony occurring in your little home right now. At some point, he's managed to fit even more of himself inside you, almost half-way now, making that little bump more prominent with every thrust, and the bastard keeps pressing down on it, making you gush more syrupy slick all down his length. It seems like half is all he can do today, forcing anymore of himself inside you would just be mean. Maybe another time. Jake isn't feeling mean today. But Jake is reeling either way, finally getting to feel your warmth around him.

“Ngh- Jake! Fuck-.. ing hell!” Your cries are simply a string of mewls, barely even full sentences, and Jake is loving it. He has this utter shit-eating grin on his face as he leans down over you, chest to chest, as he licks a stripe up your neck, tasting the salty tang of sweat to make up for the fact that he can't lap away your tears. Yes, tears, that you don't even realise are falling. The mask on your face stops them going any further, being absorbed into the edges around your face. Jake wants to lick them away so badly.

“My pretty girl. Look at you. How could I ever want anyone else, huh? Look at you.. creaming all over me, crying for me.. So fuckin' perfect for me.” His praises are grunted and almost sharp, but loving at the same time, his hands tightening around your legs in a way that'll leave bruises for all to see, his hips fucking into you like he's trying to drill the words into your very being. “You're my girl. My woman. Love of my.. fuck, ngh, fuckin' life. You hear me?” All you can do is nod dumbly, your eyes hazy and mind fuzzy as pleasure numbs out every nerve ending in your body.

“Mngh.. L-love you- ah! Jake! ‘M gonna c-” Your eyes roll back and your body steadily goes rigid as you tiptoe that fine line, your cries growing more and more pitchy by the second. Jake groans deep in his chest, pumping his hips faster and harder to get you there, and his thumb rubs steady circles over your slick clit.

“Come on, baby, cum all over me, yeah? Let me feel you, milk me fuckin' dry.” He's babbling too now, his ears are pinned to his head and his eyes are locked on your fluttering cunt, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to get you there first. He's also in disbelief at how quickly he's about to cum, like a dumb teenager experiencing their first time. He's struck out of his own thoughts when he suddenly feels your walls clamp down on his cock like a fucking vice, squeezing so tight he can barely move, his hips and breaths stuttering as he looks up at you. You're a fucking vision right now, a light sheen of sweat over your skin, eyes screwed closed and your pretty lips parted in an ‘O’ shape, a lewd moan dying in your throat because of the sheer strength of your orgasm. Just looking at you sets him off, and he plunges in one last time as deep as your little body can take him before he's unloading himself inside you, painting your walls and flooding you from the inside. Your eyes flutter open at the feeling, warm and thick and plentiful to the point it's oozing out of you around Jake's length, streaming down your ass and between your thighs, a soft whimper escaping you at the sensation. His head drops to your chest, breathless and spent for the time being, but even so, he begins pressing soft kisses to your skin as he settles your legs around his hips, easing the strain in the muscles at the backs of your thighs. His hands begin gently massaging and caressing your sore legs, deep, soft purrs rumbling through his body.

“You.. You are amazing. Took me so well, baby. You okay?” His head lifts, eyes full of concern as he checks you over, but all he sees is the blissed out expression on your face. It makes him chuckle briefly, seeing you so drunk on pleasure. It's a sight he's seen before but this time is different, it's a whole new level. He taps the underside of your jaw with a finger, still situated between your legs and snuggly tucked inside you. “Baby? Can you talk to me? Or just nod, that's okay, too.”

Your mind finally catches up, your body is thoroughly fucked, limbs still tingling and slightly sore already, but you're aware of the concern in his voice. It takes a minute for you to become at least responsive, managing a little nod and a smile.

“Yeah.. I- I'm okay.. More than okay..” Jake's expression softens into one of relief when you finally respond, and he begins to slowly pull back from you. Your hands quickly cling to his arms, eyes wide and a little glossy and a small pout on your lips. “Don't.. Stay. Please?” Your hands slide up his arms until they're clasped together behind his head, fingers tangling in his hair, and if your legs didn't feel like jelly you'd attempt to wrap them around him like a damn koala but that is completely out of the question right now.

“Alright, alright, easy. You're okay, I'm not goin’ anywhere. Was just gonna clean you up but we can stay like this. No problem, baby.” He shushes you gently, aware that you're feeling a little sensitive, both physically and emotionally, right now, so he carefully scoops you up against him before lying on his back with you curled against his chest, soft whimpers spilling from your lips with every little shift and tug where you're still connected. You practically melt against his chest, tucking your arms under your head for comfort, your breaths fogging up the glass of your mask but that is the least of your concerns when he's purring like an engine beneath you. Soft praises continue pouring from his lips, murmurs about how well you did and how much he loves you filling the air as he wraps his tail around one of your slightly sticky thighs. His fingers gently trail up and down the smooth planes of your back, rear and upper thighs, massaging any little sore spots he finds along the way and occasionally pressing on little bruises that are already beginning to form. Not that you mind them really. They're just extra proof of your relationship in a way. You manage to shift yourself onto shaky forearms, lifting your mask with one hand as Jake quickly leans down to meet you halfway once he realises what you're doing. His hands cradle your face carefully, and he begins peppering kisses all over your face and of course, on your lips, all in the short few seconds he has of you before you have to put your mask back on again. He'd kiss you forever if he could, but out here it's hardly wise. Maybe next time he'll drag you to that research station again. Once Norm and his nerds have cleared out.

“Oel ngati kameie, Jake..” His ears twitch in that familiar almost feline way, and his expression softens further as the rumbling in his chest gets even louder, forcing you to hold back a giggle at the way it interrupts the soft moment. Almost in retaliation, his tail whips around and smacks the back of your thigh, making you squeak in surprise, before wrapping around it gently, the soft tuft of hair on the end brushing against your skin in a soft caress as he begins pulling a soft blanket over your body.

“Oel ngati kameie.. My sweet girl.” His arms tighten around your body, holding you so close to him you may as well be fused to his skin. You're not complaining though. You're warm, safe and oh so loved by him. In this moment, you're kind of glad to be human. Because if you had a tail or the ability to purr, your tail would sprain from wagging like a damn dogs and your throat would wear out from purring so much.