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beysthings · 1 year ago

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Summers In Pandora Day: #1 ~ Age Gap

Pairing: Adult virgin Neteyam x older human fem reader

Words: 4.8K

Summary: Neteyam's never been good at hiding his raging crush on his father's best friend, and he's never wanted your experienced touch more than right now.

Warnings: Aged-up character, NSFW, age gap, virgin Neteyam, dom reader, dirty talk, degradation, handjob, light oral (male receiving), xenophilia (alien genitalia), bioluminescent cum, size difference, human x Na'vi.

Notes: Big thanks to @neteyamsoare and @inlovewithpandora for creating such an amazing event! I need more older fem reader against younger man duos, they're so tasty 🤭

Credits: Credit to @cafekitsune for the MDNI and support banners.

Na'vi Translation:

Tawtute: Spy People/Person

Iknimaya: Stairway to Heaven; A rite of passage for young Na'vi hunters/warriors. Traveling a treacherous journey through the Hallelujah Mountains to obtain their banshee.

Oeyä: My (possessive)

Tsamsiyutsyìp: Little Warrior

Koakte: Old woman

Srane, oe lonu new: Yes, I need release

Rutxe: Please

Neteyam has never hated a day more than today. He avoids this day at all costs, pretending to be too busy and faking chores he didn't have just to get away from the torture that awaits for him in Hell's Gates medical bay.

His quarterly check-up.

Every three months since he was six, Neteyam and his siblings were hauled off by their father to Hell's Gates lab, sat on a cold metal table and forced to sit through a full body check-up that only grew more invasive throughout the years. His mother always hates that Jake makes them do it, starting many of fights that he somehow manages to win.

On Earth, children from as young as newborns to teenagers were at risk of lung infections and respiratory disease from the air pollution, compromised immune systems from malnutrition causes children to get sick often, sometimes with deadly consequences. Even here, in the safety of Pandora and the all seeing Mother, Jake still carried gut wrenching fear of any of his kids getting sick, hating the helplessness that comes with it. Something Neytiri always sympathized with, and against her children's complaints, agreed to allow the check-ups to continue.

Even now, twenty-two years later, as a full grown adult and full fledged warrior, Neteyam is still pressed to get his quarterly check-ups and report even the lightest cough or sniffle to the lab guys. Most of his siblings oblige their father's wishes pretty well, they already spend most of their days in the confined spaces of the human outpost, so spending the day talking to friends and confirming they're still healthy isn't a bother to them.

But it bothers Neteyam; it irks him to his very core at the meer thought of having to face you one more time. You and your perfect hair, your perfect clothes that's always decorated with that damned white coat, and that body...

Neteyam hates himself, not because of his indifference towards you but how you make him feel.

You had to be at least twenty years his senior, a military trained medic that worked in the same unit as his father on Earth, recruited from the Marines straight into the RDA's greedy hands, shipped off to Pandora as a hired gun a month before Jake's brother died. You quickly came to loathe the works implicated around you and joined Jake in his fight against the tawtute destroying the balance of life, finding your place amongst The People like all those allowed to stay behind.

You've been there through every step in Neteyam's life. Watched him grow into the man he is today, cheered for him at his iknimaya, goaded on him when you ate his first kill, taught him how to properly hold baby Tuk's head because he was so nervous of hurting her, sat with his mother the night she learned she was pregnant with him. You are always there, always present, and you should not be as tempting to him as you are.

Sweet and kind, smart and strong, and so otherworldly it takes his breath away. Neteyam would have never noticed you as he does now if it wasn't for the other scientist that always crawled around you, that made innapropriate jokes about you behind your back about your body and looks. Neteyam was tempted to throw the disgusting men against a wall the first time he heard them, wanting to defend you.

But after telling Norm and having him deal with the men, Neteyam truly looked at you. You were far prettier than most humans he's met, and you look gorgeous for a woman your age, even better than some pictures he saw of you in your early years. And everything was made worse when his check-up arrived, his slit relaxing so much his cock nearly slipped out when your hands touched his skin, the new, prickling sensation running down his spine was foreign around you.

Things slowly began to become worse for Neteyam, you were now on his mind constantly, making your way into his dreams, bringing the burning ache in his loins with your phantom image. Now Neteyam wants you, needs your touch and experience in places he's refused to explore with anyone else because all he wants is you. Na'vi his age have had their fun and exploration in the years closely following their iknimaya, figuring out their sexuality and finding pleasure in the arms of others.

Neteyam never did the exploration his peers did, he often found himself alone with his hand more and more over the years as his mind offered him images of you and what your body might be like under that damn lab coat. Plenty of young Na'vi have happily inquired about spending a night with him, but he always declined, too caught up with you to ever really desire anyone else.

Everything about what he feels is wrong. You're his father's best friend, been by each other's side since Jake came to Pandora over twenty years ago and fought for his people. And yet he's here, treading through the wilted grass lining the grounds around the overgrown concrete building, jelly legs barely allowing him to slip through the partially opened metal gates to climb the pristine steps to the bright orange pressurized door, briefly looking inside before shaking hands push open the door.

The crammed inside of the pressurized chamber makes Neteyam feel claustrophobic, scrambling to grab the Avatar sized respirator hang off the railing housing all the other human breathing masks, quickly securing it around his neck and taking a light sip of air, clicking his tongue at the metal taste left in his mouth from the CO2 canister hanging from his hip. Neteyam shyly smiles at the scientist and Avatars walking by, giving them a small wave at their enthusiastic smiles. Elated to see Jake Sully's oldest son has finally showed up after so long.

Pulling on the inner door handle leading into the main laboratory, a flood of sound hits him like a wave, causing his ears to lay flat against his head to stop the ringing building in his ear drums. The busy chatter and clinking of the metal devices the scientist use are overwhelming, the familiar boisterous laughter from his siblings echo down the haul is enough to sent him jogging around the little desks and people before they try to talk to him.

Following the sounds of his chaotic siblings, Neteyam rounds the corner, wrinkling his nose at the harsh chemical smell of the sterilization products used to clean all the metal exam tables and cold tools used to poked and prod at the poor victims that are also dragged to these fucking awful check-ups.

In the middle of the bustling medbay is Tuk getting her tail examined just as he expected, a doctor wrapping the gash on the thin limb with white gauze, cleaned of any bits of glass from the glass jar she cut herself on when knocking it over. Lo'ak and Kiri standing in front of her joking and making her laugh as a distraction, tickling her ears and pinching her cheeks until her pout turns into a smile and her tears dry. When she spot Neteyam her tail whips up, smacking the doctor bandaging her and the nurse helping him across the face.

"Teyam!" she raises her arms out waiting for a hug. Neteyam smiles, wrapping his arms around his baby sister, relieved the loud crying that scared the very soul out of him when she called him has calmed to soft sniffles, and against his better judgement– and mild fear– he came running at his baby sister's call.

"Oeyä Tsamsiyutsyìp is so brave." he tells her, petting her short braids as Lo'ak scoffs from behind him.

"Sure, she's a whining mess for us, but a perfect child for him." Lo'ak grumbles, jumping with a yelps at Kiri's reprimanding smack, clutching at his arm as she glares at him. "She has been very brave, taking her check-up so well and being good for the doctors." Kiri praises Tuk, soothing a hand down the little girl's back.

Neteyam chuckles into Tuk's hair at the mumbled complaints Lo'ak lets out before going into a rant to himself at how Tuk prefers everyone but him. Neteyam considers turning around and smacking the back of Lo'ak's head, but decides against it and just keeps hugging Tuk.

Lo'ak stops grumbling to let out a cheery, "Sup, koakte!"

Neteyam freezes as a small hand grabs the end of his tail, soft fingers traveling up the appendage until it reaches the base, giving his tail a firm tug. Neteyam's throats tightens, back straightening as his knees buckles, letting out a gargled scream as he stumbles around to look down at whoever had tugged at him.

Your piercing eyes are alight with mischief as the corner of your lips quirk up in a smirk. "So that's where Tuk gets her scream from." you tease, smiling up at Kiri as Lo'ak snorts with laughter, ruffling Tuk's hair before washing your hands.

The few streaks of grey hidden in your hair is highlighted in the fluorescent lights hanging above, your sweet scent chasing away the harsh chemicals coating the air and filling Neteyam's lungs, holding his sore tail close to him as a way to collect himself and not start panting in your scent like a deranged moron. An unexpected relaxing of his slit causes Neteyam's face to grow hot, turning his body away to hide the slick slowly dripping down onto his loincloth.

"So since Jake said you had the day off, and you aren't stuck doing any last minute duties, why weren't you here earlier for your check-up? Hm?" you question, shaking your hands over the sink before grabbing a handful of scratchy looking towels to dry your hands.

"I-I was in the middle of training the new hunters for Uncle when Tuk called. I should–" Neteyam stumbles over himself, getting cut off as you take over wrapping Tuk's tail.

"You're all set, young lady!" you say snipping the end of the bandage wrap and taping it off. You offer your hands to Tuk to help her hop down from the table, checking over her bandaged tail one last time before sending her off with a sweet treat on a stick and a kiss to her cheek. "Alright, you gremlins, scat." you shoo all the children with a flick of your wrist.

Neteyam guides Tuk to the front, herding Lo'ak and Kiri with almost a mean shove to get them out of the medbay quicker. But your hand wrapping around the end of his tail halts him mid step, "Not you." you tell him, tugging at his tail again as he sends a pleading look to his siblings, they just laugh him off and round the corner as Neteyam's dragged by his tail to the other side of the room.

You pop open the door to one of the exam room, pulling Neteyam until he's standing in front of the doorway, letting go of his tail as you smack his thigh with the back of your hand. "Go on, time for your check-up, scaredy cat."

Neteyam's ears lay back in annoyance at the tease in your voice, eyes falling down to the movement in your coat caused by your swaying hips, looking over your shoulder at him with a knowing smile as he stands in the doorway unmoving. "Neteyam," you coo, giving him a sweet smile, extending your hand out to him. "Come on, big guy, I'll be quick and sweet, I promise."

Neteyam whole body tenses at your words, the very tip of his dick threatening to slip out of his relaxed slit as his fingers stiffen, causing you to laugh as you grab at them to drag him in the rest of the way, keeping your fingers intertwined as you close the door behind you. Neteyam wants to protest when you let go of his hand in favor of grabbing a clipboard hanging off the back of the door.

You pat the worn leather exam table, the contact paper crinkling as you do. "Take off your loincloth and hop on." you tell him, pulling your glasses out your pocket to read the form in front of you.

The very air turns heavy in Neteyam's lungs as his joints lock, unconsciously clenching his thighs as another drop of his slick drips down onto his loincloth, furthering the discomfort in between his legs. "I-I'm sorry?" his voice cracking a bit as his eyes dart towards the door, praying he could leap over you and out the door before Norm or another Avatar could grab him. "No, no I don't think– that's not a good idea."

Peering up over the rim of your glasses, you carefully back into the door, turning the lock before giving him a sweet smile. "Neteyam, I'm a doctor and a professional, I've seen hundreds of naked bodies, and I'm no stranger to Na'vi anatomy. Now, it's just a routine check-up, especially now that you're an adult, it's just a precaution. That's all." you reassure him, putting your clipboard to the side.

You slowly approach him, treating Neteyam like a frightened prey as you take his clenched, shaking fists and give them a firm tug, guiding him to the exam table, splaying a hand out on his lower stomach to sit him down with a cracking complaint from the contact paper under him. "Good job, big guy." you praise him, giving his thigh a comforting squeeze before turning back to your form. "Take it off when you're ready and then we'll start."

Neteyam watches as you turn your back to him, repositioning your glasses on the bridge of your nose as you start filling out Neteyam's chart, giving him the privacy and space to take off his loincloth without you analyzing his every move. Your explanation was a little confusing, now that he was an adult he needed his slit examined as well? Why?

Neteyam unties the knots to his loincloth as he thinks, distracting himself from your ever present image in his mind as he mulls over your words, folding his loincloth and setting it on the side table. "I'm ready." he says, locking his knees so painfully tight to hide how aroused he is, praying you aren't as thorough in your exams like you used to be.

You spin around with a comforting smile, setting your clipboard next to him while placing the pen behind you ear, "So, how ya feeling? Grown a second tail yet?" you ask, saying the same thing you always say to make one of the children laugh to take away their discomfort. You take out a tool from your pocket, shining a light in his eyes and ears, snapping your fingers directly next to his perked ears to check his hearing.

Neteyam rolls his eyes, sticking out a finger to poke at your soft tummy before immediately retreating it back into his lap. "Yup! Right after I grew a fourth finger." he retorts, taking in a shakey breath when you grab at his tail again, running your soft hands up and down the whip like appendage, feeling for anything wrong or out of place.

"That's fantastic!" you reply, pulling at the soft tuft of hair at the end of his tail to make him jump, laughing as you bat his tail away when he tries to retaliate.

Neteyam relaxes under the casual and amusing banter you've begun. A part of him really misses your presence, missed how much fun you are and the sense of peace and calm you give him among the chaos of his daily life. You were once the person he came to when he wanted to hide from his duties and pauses the outside world for a little while; now you're the one person he avoids the most.

You noticed the change, you had to, Neteyam never left you alone from the ages of ten to twenty, constantly at your heels and in your things, the only person allowed to bother you while you were working. You sought Neteyam out a lot when he stopped coming around, concerned he was hurt or not dealing with his stress well, trying to convince him to come back to your office and talk about why he's been avoiding you. But all that got you was further silence and a young warrior that refused to acknowledge your existence in his day to day life.

Neteyam wonders what you think of him now. Do you resent him for avoiding you? Hurt by his actions and are hiding it? You seem to be happy to see him again, even after he's asked for a different doctor to check him over five times in a row, yet you still always persisted and assumed you were checking him over at every check-up, carrying on like he never offended you in such a way.

Guilt gnaws on Neteyam's insides like a parasite, causing him to shift his eyes to the floor once again. The cold metal of your stethoscope bites into Neteyam's sensitive skin, the infuriating feeling chases away by the warmth of your hand as you use his body to lean in closer, carefully listening to his heartbeat and lungs. Finally having enough with the silence between you, he speaks up, "Y/N, I'm–"

"'Tey, take a deep breath from your respirator, your heart's going crazy." you instruct him, lifting the mask off his chest and lifting it as close to his nose as possible as further persistence. Neteyam dips his head, lining his mouth and nose up with respirator, taking a deep breath to appease you. Your brows stay furrow as you continue to listen to his breathing, eventually perching your lips and sighing, "Better than nothing, white coat syndrome at it's best."

You pull away, writing down your little notes in your form, taking his blood pressure before folding your stethoscope and putting it away on your side table along with the rest of your tools. "Alright!" you cheer, patting Neteyam's knee.

Neteyam's body deflates under your touch, sighing in relief as he reaches for his loincloth, grateful for this whole thing to be over pain free and as quick as you could have possibly done.

"Just spread those thighs for me; I'll check your slit quickly and then we'll be done!"

If possible, Neteyam prays the ground under him would open up and allow him to gladly be swallowed whole, succumbing to a slow, dark death buried under thousands of pounds of dirt over having to open his legs and show you his overly relaxed slit with his hard cock trying to slip out between his clenched muscles.

Neteyam's eyes must be bulging out of their sockets because you begin to laugh as he starts into his protests. "Absolutely not! No, I'm not s-spreading my– NO!" he almost yells, scooting away from your shakey attempts through your laughter to comfort him, but immediately slides back into his original place from the puddle of slick pooling under him.

You bite your bottom lip to cover your giggles, taking a deep breath through your nose to center yourself. "Neteyam," you begin, covering a chuckle building in your throat with a cough. Your hands land on his trembling thighs, massaging the lithe muscle as you move from the outside in, continuing this torturous cycle in your sweet way of calming the frightened warrior in front of you.

But Neteyam wasn't some tough warrior that's scared of a little physical check-up to you. He's... Neteyam: The sweet boy that was absolutely obsessed with you in his younger years, his little crush on you beyond obvious to you and his parents, but threatened Jake to not say anything, not wanting to embarrass the poor boy.

He's Neteyam: The young man that you've admired for the last two years with growing curiosity, the young man that you've thought about night and day since his sudden and confusing absence in your life, the young man you've been thinking the most carnal, lust filled things about since you truly saw how much of a man he's become six months ago at the Festival Hunt, entranced by his kind smile and godly body that moved fluidly with the loud, booming beat he was dancing to.

It was wrong, and you despise yourself for it, but God are you so fucking desperate for him. Imagining his large hands holding your body down as he plows into you, hovering above him as you ride him until your legs give out, on your knees for him, forcing him in between your thighs as you play with his long braids. You bite at the inside of your cheek so hard you taste blood, forcing yourself back into reality as you catch your hands from going to far in between his trembling legs to the smooth, soft skin of his inner thighs, the heat emanating from his loins dangerously enticing.

"Sweet boy, I know it's very uncomfortable having someone poke around at such a sensitive area, but it's routine, just a standard procedure for a sexually active adult. It's nothing, I promise." you tell him, running your hands up to rest on his waist to give his sides an affectionate squeeze. "Plus, the exams for the ladies are way worse, so suck it up." you joke, releasing his waist in favor of pinching his toned bicep.

Neteyam's face flushes purple, his ears, face, neck, and chest growing darker as his raging blush spreads. "I'm not– you don't need–"

"No excuses; spread 'em!" You shush him, grabbing at his knees and shaking his legs.

Neteyam squeezes his thighs at your light attempt to manually spread his legs. "But, I've never–"

"No buts! Come on, Neteyam, just a quick in and out!"

Red hot embarrassment burning through Neteyam's veins at your unintended innuendo, sitting forward to grab your shoulders and push your body away from his sealed legs. "I'm not sexually active, I don't need a check up." he gets out quickly, continuing to push at your shoulder so he can stand, but your firm grip on his thighs keeps him from moving any further than the table.

"Even if you're not, you still need to be–" your brows furrow as lips pull down into a frown, bewilderment clouding your beautiful face for a moment, head slowly tilting down to look between your bodies. Horror fills ever fibre of Neteyam's being as he follows your gaze, watching with you as his now fully erect cock sits nestled against your stomach, precum staining your shirt and pristine white coat.

"That's why you didn't want to spread 'em..." you try to joke, stiff as a statue as you try to process how to handle the glorious situation throbbing against your abdomen.

Neteyam chokes on his own nervous laughter, bruising your shoulders in a crushing grip to keep you in place to hide his cock just a little bit, but the warmth of your skin radiating through the thin top you're wearing isn't helping the painful pulse of arousal coarsing down his dick and into his swollen balls.

"I'm so sorry," he breathes, shame thickening his throat to the point he couldn't talk with his voice coming out raspy and broken. "I didn't mean– I just–" Neteyam stops to collect himself. "Please don't think I did this on purpose, I would never do anything like this, I promise."

Silence fills the cold air around Neteyam as you just stare down at his twitching cock, the silver in your hair more prominent than ever as it's the only thing Neteyam can see. You slowly raise your hand, tentatively dragging your small finger down his hyper sensitive tip, looking up to smirk at him when Neteyam shamelessly moans at the lightest of touches. "Sweet boy, are you... ashamed of your virginity?" you ask, tracing one large, bulging vein running down the underside of his cock.

Neteyam's knees buckle, falling down onto the exam table in a flustered mess, face twisting in pleasure as he harshly bites at his plump bottom lip, desperate to hide his wanting moans at your light touch.

Your grip tightens, suddenly jerking his cock as you lean forward, resting your elbows on his thighs. "I ask you a question, Neteyam." your thumb teases his tip, smearing his bioluminescent precums down his shaft with a feather light touch. Neteyam's hips buck up, seeking relief, "Y-Yes, I know others are m-more experienced. You just– I can't help myself around you."

All your movements stop, critical eyes scanning Neteyam's disheveled state, an unreadable mask settling over your face. Slowly, you raise a brow, "Oh?" Is all you say, releasing Neteyam's cock, ignoring his whining complaints as you tug off your lab coat, throwing to the side before climbing up onto the table, placing yourself between Neteyam's spread thighs. "You can't help yourself how? Do you touch yourself thinking about me? Cum into your hand imagining it's my pussy?"

A broken whine leaves Neteyam's throat at your words, weeping cock jumping from it's place resting on your thigh. "Yes! Think of you all the time, Eywa, I can't cum without imagining you." he confesses, reaching down to stroke himself, longing for sweet relief. You painfully slap his hand away, folding his hands together and placing them on his chest, a satisfied smile making it's way to your lips when Neteyam obediently keeps his hands where you placed them.

Your slender fingers find their way back to Neteyam's impressive cock, mouth watering at the delicious sight before you. He's bigger than any human or Na'vi you've ever seen, and he's all yours. You finally give his cock a full stroke, beginning a steady rhythm of pumping his length as you coo down at him. "Aww, what a pathetic little virgin, so needy he has to jerk off to the thought of his father's best friend bouncing on top of his pretty cock."

Neteyam nods, moaning like a whore through his hiccups. Your cunt throbbing at his pleading cries, cock throbbing in your hands as his hips lift, fucking up into your fist. "Oh Eywa, yes! Please, Y/N, please!" You smile down at him, meeting his every incoherent babble with a mocking pout, giggling when a single tear rolls down his temple.

"What do you need my little slut? Tell me, babyboy, do you want to cum?" you ask, your wrist aching from how hard you're tugging against his long cock, slippery fingers exploring his length as you stroke down, gliding the wet digits across his engorged knot. Your eyes follow your fingers as they trace the painfully hard knot, pushing lightly at the swollen ball of tissue. A part of you is cocky enough to believe you could train yourself to take Neteyam's knot. If he could even last long enough for that, poor boy's balls are so swollen and tight after only a few minutes that you're surprised he hasn't exploded yet.

"Srane, oe lonu new! Rutxe..." he groans, humping into your hand with such desperation and force your whole body is jostled forward. You splay your other hand out across Neteyam's knot, the sudden pressure enough to make his look up, tear filled eyes blinking down at you as you lean down, tongue laid out to connect with his purple tip, humming at his sweet taste invades your taste buds.

"Then cum for me, pretty boy." you tell him just as you take his tip into your mouth, tongue rolling over the sensitive slit as your cheeks hallow, your other hand squeezing hard around his knot. Neteyam's jaw goes slack, eyes rolling back into his head as his hot seed coats your tongue in a pretty shade of glowing blue cum, rope after rope of his thick cum coating your lower face and chest as you milk him for all he's worth.

Neteyam's body continues to twitch and shiver from the pleasuring aftershocks of his orgasm, gasping when you give his tip one last lick before letting go entirely, unfocused eyes growing heavy as he stares up at you with a drunkened smile. You match his smile, "What's that look for?"

His eyes flutter close for a moment before refocusing on you, "My life long crush just gave me a leg numbing orgasm... I'm happy." he says, hoarse voice coming out gravely as he dozes off, his tail wrapping around your thigh, his hands lazily landing on your hips.

You're beyond amused, chuckling as his sharp teeth flash in the fluorescent lighting when he yawns, the uncomfortable stickiness in your panties causing you to shift to sit ontop of his strong thigh.

You pat his chest, shaking him awake, "Up and at 'em, pretty boy. My turn next."

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beysthings · 1 year ago

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OMFG

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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