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beenaomi

Mar 16

imaginesofwonder

TikTok Troubles - Jack Abbot

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader

WC: 1.4k

Summary: Five times you pranked Jack with TikTok trends, and one time he got you back

A/N: I could write so many of these trends with Abbot. This work is all mine, and proofread by Grammarly.

Masterlist

It was Javadi's fault that you became a recent TikTok enthusiast. You only downloaded it to support her, Dr. J., in her hobby, but now watching videos has become a daily habit. Your feed ranged from dogs being rescued from shelters to girlfriends pulling pranks on their significant others, which gives you some ideas.

Poor, innocent Jack had no idea what you had planned for him in the weeks ahead.

1. Do You Ever Wish You Were athletic?

“Babe, do you ever wish you were more athletic?” you asked as you flipped over to face Jack in bed. He was propped up against the headboard, wearing his glasses and reading the latest issue of the Journal of Emergency Medicine.

“Can you repeat that?” Jack peered over his glasses, brows lifting slightly, wondering if he’d heard you correctly.

“I asked if you ever wish you were more athletic.”

“So I did hear that right,” Jack said as he closed the journal and setting it on his bedside table. A smirk tugged at his mouth. “You’re asking your boyfriend, who happens to be an army vet, works twelve-hour shifts, and still manages to get to the gym, if he wishes he were athletic.”

You only had a moment to suppress your laugh before he shifted, flipping you onto your back with the kind of confidence that came from knowing exactly what he could do.

“Consider this personal research of my athleticism,” he murmured as he placed kisses down your neck.

2. Calling Them by Their Government Name

You rarely called Jack by his actual name. It was always some type of pet name, such as babe, love or honey. So when you suddenly shouted from the other room–

“Jack!”

He came rushing into the doorway. Wide eyes, brows furrowed, a pulse of panic running through his veins.

“Yeah?” His voice was sharp, tinged with urgency.

You looked up from the couch, pretending innocence. “Can you help me with something?”

Jack didn't move. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, studying you.

“Why did you call me that?” he asked, trying to sound calm but failing.

You blinked, wide-eyed. “Call you what?”

“Jack.”

You frowned slightly, keeping up with the charade. “Your name?”

His lip pressed into a thin line. “Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No!” you said, trying to hold in a laugh.

“You only ever use my name when you're mad at me,” he muttered, pacing a little, hands running through his hair.

You tried to keep a straight face. “It’s just your name.”

Jack’s arms crossed tighter as he glared at you. “That you don’t call me!”

A few seconds passed before you said it again. “Jack.”

He exhaled sharply, pushing himself off the doorframe, shoulders tense. “Okay, I’m definitely in trouble.”

You couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

Jack froze mid-step, eyes narrowing, then caught sight of your phone propped up on the table.

“You’re filming this for TikTok, aren’t you?” His voice was half exasperated, half amused.

You grinned, nodding.

Jack shook his head slowly, a rueful smile spreading across his face. “Unbelievable. Only you could make me panic over nothing.”

3. You Put Diesel in Their Truck

Your car has been at the shop for the last couple of days, which led you to be driving around in Jack’s truck. You had just left the house, and you needed to stop for gas on your way to the hospital to pick him up from his shift.

When you pulled into the gas station, an idea popped into your head. You rarely put gas into your car because of Jack, let alone his truck. But you had seen this trend last night, and the opportunity was simply too perfect.

You connected your phone and dialled him, pretending everything was normal.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you almost here?” he asked.

“Umm.. actually,” you said casually. “I can’t get the truck to start.”

There was a long pause. “Wait… what do you mean you can’t get the truck started?” Jack asked, panic creeping into his voice.

“Well,” you said nonchalantly, “I put gas in it.”

Jack’s voice jumped an octave. “You put gas in it?!”

“Yeah,” you shrugged casually. “The green one looked right.”

He froze. “Wait. Repeat that. Did you… put diesel in my truck?!”

You could hear him pacing outside over the phone, hands tugging at his hair. “Oh no… oh no no no… Babe, tell me you’re joking…”

Suppressing a laugh, you kept driving. As you pulled up outside the hospital, you secretly had your phone up to record Jack, who was currently pacing outside the emergency room doors.

“You’re filming this, aren’t you?!” he yelled as soon as he saw you drive up.

“Maybe,” you said sweetly, grinning, phone still out.

He threw his head back, groaning dramatically. “Women… are you trying to kill me?!”

You laughed, capturing every second as Jack sighed and made his way towards the truck, relieved that his truck was still in one piece.

4. I Can’t Pay the Mortgage This Month

You walked into the kitchen, fidgeting with your hands. Jack was at the counter, pouring coffee into two mugs, the smell of the fresh brew filling the room.

“Hey.. um..” you started, trying not to sound too nervous.

Jack glanced over at you, eyebrows lifting. “What’s wrong? You look worried.”

“I can’t pay the mortgage this month,” you said, keeping your voice steady.

He froze for a second, then let out a small laugh, “You’re telling me you can’t pay the mortgage this month?”

You nodded, biting your lip, trying to keep a straight face.

Jack shook his head, chuckling as he stirred his coffee. “We don’t even have a mortgage. And if we did, why would you pay it? That’s my responsibility. I own this house. Hot-shot doctor perks, remember?”

You couldn't keep a straight face any longer. You laughed, a hand covering your mouth,

Jack smirked, handing you your mug. “Honestly, do you really think I would allow you to pay for the mortgage?” He took a sip of his coffee before adding casually, “Maybe in other ways… but definitely not with money.”

You took the mug, raising an eyebrow. “You’re unbelievable.”

“At least I’m not making TikToks at my husband’s expense,” he muttered.

“You love me,” you teased.

“I do,” he said, with a grin. “But maybe stick to pranks that don’t make me question my life choices before coffee.”

5. Can You Leave So I can Get Changed?

You were standing in the middle of the bedroom, holding your clothes as Jack was sprawled on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey… can you leave for a second?” you asked, trying to sound casual. “I need to get changed.”

Jack glanced up, eyebrows raised. “What? Are you serious?”

“Yes,” you said firmly, turning your back to him.

He chuckled. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“No, I mean it. I actually want privacy,” you repeated, holding up your hand and motioning for him to leave.

Jack smirked, setting his phone down. He swung his legs off the bed and stood. “Alright, alright. I got it.”

You could hear the door click shut. A moment later, you heard the bed creak as he flopped back down, arms behind his head.

“There. Go ahead,” he called, voice amused. “I’m just going to enjoy the view.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Really, Jack?”

Jack just grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “Strip, sweetheart.”

1. When We Get Divorced...

You and Jack were walking through the grocery store, hands full of bags, laughing about a funny story he’d brought up from the hospital.

Jack glanced at your completely relaxed form and decided then that this was his moment for revenge. “You know, when we get divorced, I’m keeping the recliner chair,” he mentioned with a smirk, tugging at his lips.

Your chest froze mid-breath. “Wait…what?”

Jack raised an eyebrow, completely deadpan. “I’m just saying. Someone has to keep the couch, and I’m claiming the recliner chair. Easier on my leg.”

You blinked, panic rising, juggling groceries. “Are you serious?”

He said casually, continuing to the car, grinning faintly. “I’m very serious. That’s all I’m saying.”

You rushed to catch up, still trying to process what Jack had just said to you. “Jack! Stop—”

He laughed quietly, shaking his head. “Relax. It’s a joke. I’m not going anywhere. But just remember… revenge is better served cold.”

You grinned, nudging him lightly. “I’m proud of you, you really had me there.”

Jack smirked as he started placing the grocery bags into the car. “Ha! You see? You can teach an old dog new tricks.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Nicely done, old man.”

beenaomi

Feb 16

lilacnavi

random idea that popped in my head that i would love to see but i need reader (any clan) but idea is she always get whats she wants and she wants jake but also tonowari and doesnt care there mated?

i always get what i want

pairings: dilf jake sully x mangkwan female reader x dilf tonowari

notes: reader is a cunning bitch literally, themes of infidelity, jake & tonowari are cheaters, dilemmas in their mind as they feel guilt, big age gap between the two men & reader (reader is in her 20s), jake & tonowari are perverts in their own way. smut, voyeurism, masturbation, exhibitionism, humping, swallowing spit, big dick jake & tonowari (cmon we know it’s big), tummy bulge, underwater blowjob, threesome at the end.

word count: 11.1k

prompt: you, a mangkwan woman, asking for uturu in the metkayina clan ends up setting your sights on its olo’eyktan and toruk makto. you just loveee older men and you do not give a damn if they are mated. you know they wouldn’t be able to resist you anyways because wherever you go, you always get what you want.

main masterlist | jake sully masterlist

credits to @uzmacchiato (dividers)

The sun hung low over the reef casting a shimmering veil of light across the waves as a Metkayina warrior burst into the marui of the Tsahìk and Olo’eyktan with urgency.

"Olo’eyktan." He said, voice laced with tension as his chest heaved in alertness. "We’ve found a Mangkwan woman wandering the fringes. She surrendered without a fight, claims she’s asking for uturu in exchange for knowledge of their next moves against us."

Tonowari straightened from where he sat, his massive frame filling the space like an ancient tree rooted deep into the woven floor. His intricate tattoos swirled across his arms and chest in a map of battles won and alliances forged.

He turned his gaze first to Ronal, his mate’s beautiful sharp features etched with immediate suspicion as her tail flicked irritably. Then to Jake Sully, the Toruk Makto, who leaned against a post with that easy predatory poise, his yellow eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

"Bring her." Tonowari commanded, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder, steady despite the undercurrent of caution.

Ronal hissed softly, her lips curling back to reveal pointed teeth, a warning glint in her teal eyes as she shot Tonowari a glare that could curdle the sea. "You invite enemies into our home?"

But Tonowari held her stare unyielding, the weight of leadership pressing on his shoulders.

You followed the warrior through the winding paths of Awa’atlu, your bare feet padding silently over the damp platforms. The ceremonial Mangkwan ash clung to your skin like a second hide, dulling the vibrant blue beneath to a ghostly gray but it did little to conceal the scant weave of fabric that barely draped your form. A thin strip across your chest and a low-slung wrap around your hips that’s slightly frayed from your journey. The breeze off the ocean tugged at the edges, teasing glimpses of the curves you knew would draw eyes.

Your gold eyes, sharp and knowing, scanned the vibrant world around you. The swaying kelp forests visible through the water, the laughter of children echoing from distant pods. It was a far cry from the ash-choked skies of your clan’s territory. As you entered the marui, the air thickened with the scent of salt and herbs, the space alive with the soft glow of lights. You stepped forward letting your posture shift subtly, shoulders back and chin lifted in quiet defiance.

Your gaze met theirs one by one.

First, you raised your hand in the Na’vi gesture of greeting, fingers splayed. To Toruk Makto, whose lidded eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a warm thrill down your spine. To the Olo’eyktan, his broad face a mask of stoic surprise, the faint twitch of his nostrils betraying the scent of your presence. And to the Tsahik, whose wary stare bored into you like a spear tip, her body coiled as if ready to strike.

Ronal’s eyes raked over you, lingering on the ash-streaked expanse of your thighs and the way the fabric clung to the swell of your hips as disdain curled her lip. "What game do you play, ash-woman? Your kind brings only fire and ruin."

Tonowari couldn’t tear his gaze away entirely, though duty anchored him. Your youth was evident in the smooth lines of your face, the grace of your limbs which was surprisingly untouched by the scars of endless war despite being Mangkwan. The scant clothing you wore left little to the imagination. The gentle rise of your breasts with each breath, the subtle dip of your waist flaring into rounded hips that swayed with natural allure. He felt a flicker of heat in his chest and shoved it down.

She is the enemy’s kin and you are mated, Tonowari.

He reminded himself focusing on the potential truth you offered. Beauty was a weapon after all and he would not be disarmed so easily.

But Jake... Jake was less restrained.

His head tilted to the side, a lazy wolf appraising prey, those golden eyes half-mast as they traced the ash-dusted curve of your neck, down to where the fabric strained against the soft fullness of your chest. He imagined the blue skin beneath, it was probably vibrant and unmarked. You were a vision of temptation, so young and ripe, your golden eyes holding secrets that stirred something primal in him. His tail flicked once, betraying the tension coiling in his gut.

Neytiri.

He thought of her, the guilt for looking at you twisting like a knife. He loved her fiercely, her fire and strength a constant in his chaotic life. But this... this was just a glance, just a harmless admiration for a pretty young thing. Nothing more.

You cleared your throat softly, your voice emerging smooth and steady, laced with a vulnerability you crafted like a lure. "My name is (Y/N) and I ask for uturu. I do not align with our Tsahìk’s ways anymore. She has merged with the Sky People and their demon ways, twisting our clan’s path into something alien."

Your words hung in the air, earnest on the surface but beneath them thrummed your cunning intent. These men, older and battle-hardened with mates, who commanded respect had drew you like moths to a flame right now. You’d always craved the depth in the eyes of those older than you, the weight of experience that promised to overwhelm your young body and mind.

Ronal’s eyes narrowed further, her voice a hiss of frost.

"Your body is not meant for the ocean. Too slender and ash-bound, how can you contribute here? You’ll sink like a stone in our currents." She stepped closer, her presence a wall of authority but you held your ground letting your expression soften into wide-eyed determination.

You blinked slowly, lashes fluttering against your cheeks, your lips parting just enough to draw the eye.

"I will learn your ways no matter the cost." You replied, voice trembling with feigned earnestness, your hands clasping together at your waist to emphasize the plea. "And I will provide scopes on every bit of information about my clan. Their hidden paths, their weapons forged in fire. Everything to keep your people safe and stop the sky demons."

Internally, you savored the shift in the air from Tonowari’s subtle glance toward Ronal, her cold eyes unyielding as ice over the waves. You could feel their pull already, the older warriors’ restraint fraying at the edges from the sight of you alone.

Tonowari’s gaze flicked to his mate, seeking her counsel in the silence but she offered none, her stare fixed on you like a predator sizing up an intruder. He turned then to Jake, who pushed off the post with a fluid motion, his muscular frame rippling under the movements.

"Their plans." Jake said, his voice low and gravelly, edged with the emotion of a man who’d lost too much to threats like these. "Their tactics, their collaboration with the RDA—everything?"

His eyes met yours again and you nodded, holding his stare with those pretty gold orbs that gleamed like buried treasure. The way his throat bobbed with a subtle gulp sent a spark of satisfaction through you.

"Everything, Toruk Makto." You affirmed infusing your tone with quiet reverence, the title rolling off your tongue like a caress.

He looked away briefly, jaw tightening as he conferred in hushed tones with Tonowari and the lingering shadow of Ronal’s disapproval. The information you promised could turn the tide against the Mangkwans and the RDA, it was a strategic edge they couldn’t ignore.

You seized the moment as Ronal turned her back, her shoulders rigid with resignation. Subtly you arched your spine, pushing your breasts forward against the thin fabric, the ash-cracked material outlining the pert peaks beneath.

Let them see, let the sight burrow into their thoughts.

"Uturu has been asked." You murmured, voice a silken thread weaving through the tension.

Jake’s eyes dropped to your chest, his jaw setting like stone, a flicker of hunger warring with the guilt that gnawed at him.

He leaned in to whisper to Tonowari, his words urgent and pragmatic. "It will be a help to us. We can’t pass this up, not when victory hangs on knowing their moves."

Ronal sighed, a sound heavy with reluctant defeat, her tail lashing once before she strode away, weaving through the entrance flap without a backward glance.

"Do what’s best then." She called over her shoulder, voice sharp as coral shards. "But I will not be the one to teach nor look over the Mangkwan female. Let her sins be yours to bear."

Tonowari watched her go, a pang of sorrow tightening his chest at the rift her words implied but his duty called louder. He turned back to you, his massive form casting a shadow that enveloped you. His eyes tracing the delicate line of your collarbone before snapping back to your face.

"Uturu is granted." He said, voice deep and resonant, carrying the weight of his authority. "Later, we talk in detail. Tomorrow, you start training with the ways of the sea and the life here."

You bit your lower lip, a small smile curving your mouth, soft and grateful on the surface but laced with a sick triumph beneath.

"Thank you, Olo’eyktan." You replied, letting your voice dip into a husky warmth that lingered in the air.

Tonowari nodded to the warrior who had brought you, his command brusque to mask the way his gaze followed the sway of your form. "Take her to an available marui. Let her rest, she’ll need her strength."

As you turned to follow, you made sure to let your hips roll with each step, the fabric whispering against your thighs, the ash flaking away in faint trails. You felt their eyes on you, Jake’s bold and unapologetic, Tonowari’s more restrained but no less intense like twin flames licking at your skin. A shiver of anticipation danced down your spine.

They’re already hooked, you thought, your cunning mind spinning webs of seduction to get them.

The marui assigned to you was modest, perched at the edge of the platform where the jungle met the sands, a single woven hammock strung between posts, a cot if needed to sleep there instead of a hammock, and a low table for meals. The warrior lingered only long enough to point out the essentials before you turned to him.

"Is there somewhere to clean? To bathe away this ash?"

He nodded, leading you down a hidden path through the dunes to a secluded rock pool, fed by a freshwater spring that mingled with the sea’s edge. The water gleamed invitingly, steam rising in lazy curls from the warm shallows, surrounded by jagged black stones that shielded it from prying eyes.

"Here." He said simply then departed, leaving you alone with the whisper of waves.

You perched on the smooth top of a boulder, legs dangling just above the surface, not yet submerging. The breeze carried the tang of salt and blooming nightflowers tousling your hair as you gazed at the horizon where the sky bled into the ocean in hues of amber and indigo. It was breathtaking, so vibrant and alive, so unlike the perpetual gloom of Mangkwan lands that is choked with smoke and suspicion. A genuine smile tugged at your lips as you leaned back.

Life will be good here.

But the smile twisted into a sly smirk as your mind wandered to the two men who now held your fate and perhaps more. Jake Sully, the Toruk Makto, with his broad and powerful battle-scarred body, a softness at his midsection that spoke of hard-won peace rather than weakness. Those half-lidded golden eyes promising depths of experience you ached to explore. And Tonowari, the Olo’eyktan, a mountain of a Na’vi, his skin etched with swirling tattoos that begged to be traced by your fingertips or your mouth . So massive, so commanding, his presence alone could eclipse the stars.

Their mates were fortunate yes but you... you could be luckier.

A soft giggle escaped your lips, light and mischievous as you imagined peeling away their guilts layer by layer. You’d always been drawn to older men, their wisdom mingling with raw strength in ways that made your pulse quicken. These two were perfection incarnate, mated or not. It didn’t matter if they were though, you were a vixen who gets what she wants and you’d use every curve, every glance, and every whispered word to draw them into your tide.

The guilt they harbored only sweetened the chase as you could see it in Jake’s lingering stare and the subtle clench of Tonowari’s jaw. They were attracted, pulled inexorably to your youth, your beauty emerging like a flower from ash. Tomorrow’s training would be the a thread that you’d weave tight, letting your words and touches linger until their resolve cracked like dry earth under rain.

With a contented sigh, you slipped from the rock, the warm embrace of the rock pool lapped at your ankles as you slid from the boulder, the water's surface rippling like liquid silk around your calves. Steam curled upward in lazy spirals, carrying the faint mineral tang of the spring mingled with the salty whisper of the nearby sea.

You paused there, letting the heat seep into your skin before your fingers hooked under the frayed edges of your top. The thin weave peeled away easily, exposing the gentle swell of your breasts to the humid air, nipples tightening into firm peaks from the sudden coolness of the breeze. You tossed the garment aside onto the rocks then tugged at the low-slung wrap around your hips, letting it slip down your thighs in a slow deliberate cascade. Naked now, you stepped deeper into the pool, the water rising to kiss the curve of your waist then higher until it buoyed your body with warmth.

Submerging to your shoulders, you tilted your head back, eyes fluttering shut as the currents worked their magic. The ash that had caked your form for so long began to dissolve, swirling away in dark tendrils that stained the clear pool like ink in milk. Layer by layer, it revealed the true hue beneath. A rich sapphire blue that gleamed with an inner luminescence, smooth and unmarred save for the faint scars of your clan's harsh life such as the subtle lines across your ribs from old scrapes and a small mark near your hip from a forgotten fall. Your skin drank in the moisture, coming alive with a subtle sheen. The water tracing rivulets over the arch of your collarbone, down the valley between your breasts and along the flat plane of your belly to the apex of your thighs.

You scooped handfuls of water letting it cascade over your arms first, watching how it beaded on the muscles there, honed from survival rather than the fluid grace of ocean swimmers here. Then your hands moved to your chest, cupping the soft weight of your breasts, thumbs brushing idly over the sensitive tips as you rinsed away the last gray remnants. A quiet sigh escaped your lips, the sensation grounding you in the moment. Lower still, your palms skimmed your sides, over the flare of your hips. Finally, you dipped your fingers between your legs, parting the plush folds of your sex with gentle care. The water rushed in, cool against the warmer heat of your core and you rubbed in slow circles cleaning thoroughly, the motion sending faint sparks of awareness through your nerves.

Unbeknownst to you, Tonowari had set out from the central marui with purpose etched into his every stride. The earlier discussion lingered in his mind like an unresolved current pulling him toward clarity. You weren't in your assigned pod when he arrived, the woven entrance flapping empty in the evening breeze. His expression furrowed, teal eyes scanning the sands. He sought out the warrior who'd escorted you, the young male pausing mid-task to bow his head.

"The Mangkwan female? She asked for a place to cleanse. The rock pool by the dunes."

Tonowari nodded once, a grunt of acknowledgment rumbling from his chest and veered toward the hidden path. The pool served many purposes, a lounge for weary hunters or a spot to meditate with the waves but he hadn't anticipated this. The jagged black stones parted like silent guardians as he approached, his massive frame moving with the stealth of a seasoned leader, broad shoulders cutting through the fronds. He froze at the edge, breath catching in his throat like a hooked fish.

There you were, bare and ethereal in the fading light, your blue skin aglow as if Eywa herself had painted you with the essence of twilight skies. Water clung to you in glistening trails, highlighting the pert rise of your breasts, nipples dusky against the azure canvas, rising and falling with each steady breath. Your waist nipped in delicately before blooming into hips that swayed subtly with your movements, it was looking so fertile and inviting. Your thighs toned yet plush, parting just enough to reveal the shadowed cleft between. Youth radiated from you, your skin taut and vibrant, curves unweighted by the years that had etched lines into his own body, a freshness that stirred something deep and forbidden in his core.

His heart thudded heavily, a traitorous heat pooling low in his belly.

Ronal.

The name echoed like a reprimand in his mind. His mate, fearless and beautiful, her belly swollen with their third child, their family a sacred bond forged in the reef's depths. Yet here he stood, transfixed by this intruder, this temptress whose form screamed vitality and sin.

Dizziness washed over him as your fingers delved deeper, parting the silken lips of your pussy with unhurried grace. The folds bloomed open, a lush bluish-purple hue that deepened at the center, slick with water and your own subtle arousal. Your clit peeked forth, a swollen pearl begging for attention, as you rubbed it clean. Your fingers circling with a tenderness that bordered on caress.

Tonowari's vision blurred at the edges as his eyes can’t seem to pull away from your delicious body displayed to him like a feast.

Eywa, what sorcery is this?

He imagined his mouth there instead, his broad tongue lapping at those chubby folds, tasting the salt of your skin mingled with the pool's freshness, drawing out your pretty moans that would echo off the stones. His massive cock twitched beneath his tewng, thickening against the confines in an insistent ache that shamed him even as it demanded more than just looking at you.

You were moments from rising, the bath nearly complete when a shift in the air, a faint rustle of fronds and the subtle displacement of breath alerted you. Your gold eyes flicked sideways, catching the outline of his hulking form half-hidden behind a boulder. Inwardly, a smirk curled your thoughts like smoke.

Perfect. It seems as if I do not have to wait for tomorrow to start.

You mused, the cunning spark in you igniting. This was no accident of fate, it was an invitation wrapped in steam and secrecy. Pretending oblivion, you let your hand linger, thumb pressing firmer against your clit as a low throaty moan spilled from your lips. The sound of your sweet mewls carried on the breeze wrapping around him like vines.

Tonowari's breath hitched, his teal eyes darkening to stormy depths as he watched, convinced the rocks shielded him from your sights. You were a vision of unbridled sensuality, your body arching slightly as pleasure built and supple breasts heaving with each gasp. His erection strained painfully now, the fabric of his tewng tenting obscenely and Eywa, he wanted to bury himself in you. To pin those slender hips down and rut until your pleasured cries drowned the waves. The guilt clawed at him nonetheless, Ronal's trusting gaze, the laughter of their children, and the life they built. She carried their future even now, she was vulnerable yet strong.

What kind of man am I?

Yet his hand betrayed him, drifting to palm the rigid length of his cock through the weave, giving it a rough squeeze that sent jolts of need up his spine. He couldn't tear away from the sight of your pretty pussy, so creamy at the edges, the inner flesh a tempting violet flush that promised tight welcoming heat it would provide to his aching cock.

You were small compared to him, delicate in a way that ignited visions of dominance within him. His thick cock splitting you wide, stretching that tight entrance until it molded to his shape, your walls clenching him in desperate rhythm. He watched as your finger plunged inside you then, vanishing into the slick depths with a wet squelching sound that made his knees weaken. He bit back a groan, teeth grinding as he watched your pussy swallow your small finger greedily. His strokes grew bolder, hand working the bulge with urgent friction, the thrill of the voyeurism you’ve given him twisting his shame into fuel of committing this perverted act.

The weight of his stare burned against your skin like sunlight and you fought the urge to laugh outright, reveling in the power of your unseen audience.

Let him squirm, this mighty Olo’eyktan reduced to a perverted filthy watcher touching himself to a young woman's forbidden display.

Your moans escalated, body undulating in the water as your hips bucked subtly, free hand kneading a breast when ecstasy crested. It hit you in waves, your core pulsing around your finger as a gush of creamy goop spilled forth, trickling down your thighs to mingle with the pool. Your cry was unrestrained, back bowing as shudders wracked you.

Tonowari shattered in the same breath, his rough palm grinding hard against his cock as his own release surged, hot seed soaking through his tewng in sticky pulses.

Fuck.

He felt the horror mingling with bliss with what he did, the evidence of his weakness seeping warm against his skin. Panic surged as he spun away, retreating through the fronds with hasty steps, putting distance between himself and the scene of his lapse. He stopped farther along the path, composing his features into stern neutrality as if he'd only just arrived and had not peeked at you like a horny teenager seeing a woman for the first time.

You lingered a moment savoring the afterglow then rinsed once more, the water soothing the flush on your skin. Emerging, you dressed swiftly with the top being retied over your still-sensitive breasts, the loincloth settling against your damp folds with a teasing friction. One minute ticked by in your mind before you followed his trail, footsteps light and feigned innocence in every sway.

He stood there amid the dunes, arms crossed over his massive chest, his tattoos stark against the teal expanse but you caught the tells of the subtle pant to his breaths and the faint sheen of sweat on his brow.

"Olo’eyktan?" You called softly, voice laced with polite surprise, golden eyes wide as if you'd materialized from thin air.

He coughed, clearing his throat with a rumble that betrayed the dryness within, avoiding your gaze for a beat too long.

"I was trying to find you." He said, tone gruff and edged with the strain of restraint. "We need to discuss the information from your clan... and your training tomorrow."

His eyes flicked to yours then but the memory of your body lingered making his pulse thunder.

"Oh, okay." You replied stepping closer, painting the picture of earnest cooperation.

You launched into the details without hesitation, words flowing like a confession. The Mangkwans' tactics, ambushes from ash clouds, feints with fire signals to draw out foes. How the Tsahìk Varang had bound herself to Miles Quaritch in a twisted mating for Sky People weaponry.

"Sky demon weapons that makes thunder." You described, gesturing with slender hands. "Ripping through flesh and bone from afar. They've been forging alliances in the shadows, arming Mangkwan warriors with these demon tools."

Tonowari absorbed it all, his expression hardening into focused intensity though the proximity of your scent stirred the embers he'd tried to douse. He'd relay this to Jake, especially about the thunder-maker weapons. The Toruk Makto's knowledge of such human abominations would prove invaluable.

"Jake will train you first tomorrow." He decided aloud, voice steady despite the undercurrent. "Teaching another will sharpen his own skills of the life here. You'll learn our ways under his eye."

You nodded, a sweet smile curving your lips, all wide-eyed gratitude that masked the predator beneath. But nothing escaped your notice, eyeing the way his chest rose and fell too quickly and the dark patch blooming at the front of his tewng. It was subtle to most but glaring to you, a telltale sign of his spilled desire.

Dirty old man.

You thought, a thrill zipping through you as your pussy clenched in response, your walls fluttering with renewed hunger.

He must have stroked that massive cock of his while watching me unravel.

The image flooded your mind of how his hand worked furiously, his tattooed teal skin flushed as he watched you. It made you bit your lower lip suppressing a shiver. Emboldened you reached out, fingers trailing lightly over the inked breadth of his arm, feeling the corded muscle tense under your touch. The tattoos swirled like stories etched in flesh, warm and textured against your palm.

"Thank you for granting me uturu, Olo’eyktan." You murmured, voice a velvet purr wrapped in sincerity. "I’ll make sure to be useful. You can use me however you see fit."

The words hung double-edged, innocent on the surface but dripping with implication, your golden eyes locking onto his with a flicker of heat.

He swallowed hard, the bob of his throat audible, teal eyes widening fractionally as filthy possibilities cascaded through his mind. Your body yielding beneath him, your soft cries echoing in the night. Heat flushed his cheeks, guilt warring with the spark you'd ignited.

She can't mean... no, it's just words.

You held the smile, pure and demure, letting him wrestle the ambiguity alone making Tonowari shook his head sharply as if to dislodge the thoughts, his tail flicking irritably.

"Rest now." He said brusquely, turning to lead you back to your marui, the path silent save for the crunch of sand underfoot. At the entrance he paused, dipping his head in farewell. "Tomorrow, at dawn. Be ready."

You watched him go, the broad expanse of his back receding into the twilight, a grin spreading slow and wicked across your face.

The game had begun in earnest, and oh, how deliciously it promised to unfold.

The next morning, the first rays of dawn filtered through the woven walls of your marui, painting the interior in soft golds and pinks that danced across the sleeping mats. A gentle knock echoed against the kelp-reinforced entrance, pulling you from the haze of sleep. You stretched languidly, arms arching overhead as your body uncoiled, muscles loosening with a satisfying pull that sent a shiver down your spine. The air inside was still warm from the night, carrying the faint scent of sea salt and woven fibers.

Pushing aside the flap, you blinked against the brighter light outside, your golden eyes meeting the familiar figure of Toruk Makto standing there, his broad silhouette framed by the rising sun.

"Toruk Makto." You murmured, voice husky from slumber, a subtle smile tugging at your lips as you took him in.

His scarred muscular form clad in simple hunting gear, the lines of experience etched into his handsome face, yellow eyes sharp and assessing. That delicious little pudge of stomach that you know would hit your clit just right when he’s plunging his cock in and out of you.

He tilted his head, a crooked grin breaking through his usual stoic demeanor as his gaze swept over you, lingering on the now-revealed contours of your face and the smooth expanse of your blue skin, free from the ash that had once obscured it.

"Just call me Jake." He said, his tone casual but laced with an undercurrent of appreciation.

Up close, without the ash soot dulling your features, you were a revelation. Your high cheekbones flushed with morning warmth, your full lips parted slightly, and those striking golden eyes that seemed to hold secrets of the deep earth.

You nodded, letting your eyes trace the strong line of his jaw and the way his kuru draped over one shoulder like a warrior's braid before gesturing inside.

"Do you want to come in? I'll just prepare really quickly and then we can go." Your words were polite and inviting but you caught the brief hesitation in his stance.

You noticed the subtle shift of his weight as if weighing the propriety of entering the private space of a young unmated female. After a beat, he ducked through the low entrance, his tail flicking once in mild uncertainty. The marui was compact, a single open area with a low platform for sleeping and scattered belongings from your arrival.

You turned away from him, suppressing the inward curl of your smirk, the thrill of the hunt igniting in your veins. Feigning innocence, you bent at the waist to retrieve your top from where it had fallen near the mat, your movements slow and unhurried. The thin tweng rode up with the motion, the edge shifting just enough to bare the left cheek of your pussy. A glimpse of soft bluish-purple folds, plump and inviting, the subtle sheen of morning dew catching the light.

Jake's breath hitched audibly behind you, a sharp intake that betrayed the rush of blood southward.

Shit.

His cock surging to life beneath his own coverings, thickening into a rigid bar that strained against the fabric. Heat flooded his veins as visions assaulting him of those legs parting wider, that hidden treasure you have yielding to his touch. He spun on his heel facing the wall, one hand subtly adjusting himself through the weave, willing the ache to subside before you turned and saw the evidence of his reaction. His heart pounded like war drums, guilt flickering at the edges with Neytiri's face flashing in his mind, their shared life, and the family they'd built.

But damn you were a vision, young and ripe for the taking, stirring instincts he thought he long tempered back on Earth.

Straightening, you slipped the other top over your head after removing the one you wore with swift efficiency, the material hugging your curves as you smoothed it down. Then stepping close, you placed a light hand on his broad back, fingers splaying over the taut muscles there, feeling the warmth radiate through his skin.

"I'm done. We can go." The phrase dripped with innocence on the surface but layered beneath was the promise of pursuit, of bodies entwined and breathless.

He imagined it then, your form stripped bare beneath those scant layers, your skin glowing like polished sapphire, breasts full and bouncing with each step, hips rolling in a rhythm that begged to be gripped. Clearing his throat, he nodded stiffly and led the way out, the path to the training cove winding through swaying palms and over sun-warmed sands.

The conversation flowed lightly at first, questions about your journey but curiosity burned in his eyes.

"You mated?" He asked finally, voice gruff as if testing waters he knew were treacherous.

You giggled, the sound light and melodic like wind chimes in a breeze, shaking your head as you walked beside him.

"No." Pausing for effect, you glanced up through your lashes, letting your gaze linger on the scars across his chest. "I like older men though. I want to be taken care of. I want them... experienced."

The words hung in the air, deliberate and teasing, painting pictures of his guidance turning carnal, of his strong hands teaching lessons far beyond the spear or swim.

Jake gulped, the sound thick in his throat, Adam's apple bobbing as a fresh wave of arousal tightened his gut. Your admission was a spark to dry tinder and he quickened his pace, focusing on the horizon where the lagoon met the reef.

The training began in earnest upon arrival, a secluded inlet with shallow turquoise waters lapping at coral-strewn shores, the air humming with the calls of distant ilu. He demonstrated the basics first such as balancing on a woven board, the fluid strokes of free-diving but it was the breathing techniques that demanded closeness.

"You need to hold longer underwater." He explained standing knee-deep in the gentle surf, water beading on his legs like jewels. "It's about control, deep inhales from the diaphragm, not the chest. Like this."

He inhaled slowly, chest rising minimally while his abdomen expanded then exhaled in a steady stream. You mimicked him but your breaths came shallow and erratic, the unfamiliar rhythm evading you.

Frustration creased your brow and you exhaled sharply. "It's not working."

Jake waded closer, the water parting around his thighs, his presence towering yet reassuring. "Here, let me guide you."

One large hand settled on your chest, palm flat over the swell of your breast, the other pressing warmly against your tummy, fingers splaying across the soft plane. The contact was instructional, meant to direct the flow of air but the sensation was electric. Your plush boobs yielding softly under his touch, the give of it like ripe fruit, warm and pliant through the thin top. His eyes dipped involuntarily, tracing the way the fabric clung, outlining the dusky peaks beneath.

You smirked inwardly, the heat of his palm sending tingles radiating outward, your nipple hardening against his skin.

Biting your lip, you met his gaze with feigned curiosity. "Do you like them?"

"Huh?" He blinked caught off guard, his hand still lingering a fraction too long.

Emboldened, you covered his hand with your smaller one, pressing down gently but firmly, making him squeeze the soft mound. The pressure molded your flesh around his fingers, a deliberate invitation that drew a ragged cough from him as he yanked back, water splashing in his haste.

Your breasts were unlike any he'd known. It was soft, almost human in their yielding bounce, a decadent contrast to Neytiri's firm ones.

How?

The question echoed in his mind, curiosity warring with desire. Na'vi women were lithe and firm yet yours carried this lush tenderness as if begging to be kneaded, suckled, and marked by him.

He wanted to, gods. The urge clawed at him, to cup them fully, to thumb the peaks until you arched but it was wrong, it was a betrayal to Neytiri wrapped in temptation. Clearing his throat again, he averted his eyes, his jaw clenched.

"Focus on the breathing." He muttered, voice strained, though the flush creeping up his neck told you everything.

You pouted, lips pursing in playful disappointment, lower body shifting closer in the water. "It's not working, Jake."

"It will. Just breathe." His words were clipped, restraint fraying at the edges as your proximity teased him with the scent of your skin, clean and faintly floral from last night's bath and mingling with the brine.

Tilting your head, you let a sly grin bloom, golden eyes sparkling with mischief. "I know how you can teach me to hold my breath longer."

"How?" The question escaped him before he could rein it in, his curiosity piqued despite the warning bells.

In a fluid motion, you closed the distance, climbing onto his lap as he sat in the shallows, your thighs straddling his hips with bold assurance. The water buoyed you both but the weight of you settled firmly against him, your core pressing to the hard ridge of his thigh. He grunted in surprise, hands instinctively rising to your waist to steady or perhaps halt the intrusion, your boldness a shockwave through his composure.

"What are you doing, kid?" His voice was a low rumble and laced with warning but his grip tightened, fingers digging into the curve of your hips, feeling the heat of you seep through the weaves.

"You want to teach me to hold my breath longer, right?" You whispered leaning in until your breaths mingled, your lips hovering inches from his. "This is the way."

Before he could protest, you captured his lips in a kiss. So softly at first with a brush of plush lips against his supple ones yet also insistent, your mouth sealing over his with a hunger that demanded response. He froze for a heartbeat, the world narrowing to the taste of you. So sweet and wild like sun-ripened fruit laced with salt. Then realization dawned in him with how you meant kissing without pause, denying you air until your lungs burned in a twisted lesson of endurance.

This is wrong.

His mind screamed that he was mated, bound to Neytiri in body and spirit. How you are not at the same age bracket, a forbidden fruit dangling before a man who'd sworn oaths. Yet you were deliciously young, pretty in a way that twisted his resolve with your glowing skin and golden eyes alight with knowing fire.

A mewl vibrated from your throat into his mouth, so soft and needy it shattered him. He devoured you then, lips parting to claim as his tongue sweeped in with a growl that rumbled from his chest. He was only a man, after all. He was a warrior tested by battles but vulnerable to the siren call of a pretty and young woman perched on his lap, grinding subtly as if scenting his surrender. Your hands threaded into his dreads pulling him deeper and he responded in kind, one palm sliding up your back to cradle your nape, the other anchoring your hip.

The kiss deepened into something feral, breaths stolen in shared gasps only to plunge back into the fray. You felt it then, the obscene tent of his cock rising against your pussy, thick and unyielding through the barriers of fabric, pulsing with the rhythm of his heartbeat. A triumphant wicked grin curved your lips against his. He was so big, the length promising to fill you to aching limits, to stretch and claim. Emboldened by his arousal, you began to grind and rolling your hips in slow deliberate circles, the friction teasing your clit through the cloth, sending sparks of pleasure coiling low.

Jake groaned into your mouth, the sound guttural and raw, vibrations humming against your tongue.

"Ah shit." He grunted breaking for a mere second before reclaiming you, teeth nipping at your lower lip as your humping grew bolder with your pussy lips parting around his bulge, slickness seeping to dampen both your coverings.

"So big Jake." You whispered against him, the words a hot puff of air, your voice breathy and laced with awe.

"Yeah?" He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his own darkened to molten gold, pupils blown wide with lust.

The question was rough, seeking affirmation even as his body betrayed him.

"Mhm." You hummed diving back in, tongues swirling in a lewd dance.

Yours tentative at first then bold, tangling with his broader one as he sucked on yours like a man starved, drawing it deep into his mouth with obscene pulls that made your core throb. Saliva mingled slick and messy dripping from the corners of your joined lips as he continued to suckle.

His big hands, callused from years of wielding bows and reins, guided your hips now, not restraining but encouraging, his long fingers kneading the flesh as he directed the grind. Each roll pressed you harder against his hard cock, the bulbous head nudging insistently at your entrance through the weaves and promising delicious invasion. The water lapped at your joined forms, cool against the fever building between you but it did nothing to quench the fire.

In a surge of dominance, Jake gathered saliva on his tongue and spat into your open mouth in a filthy possessive act that made you moan. The warm droplet landing on your tongue before you swallowed it down with a shiver, the taste of him salty and intimate.

"That's it." He murmured against your lips, voice a gravelly whisper. "Swallow me. Take it all."

His free hand roamed upward, cupping your plump breast through the top, thumb circling the hardened nipple in firm strokes that drew whimpers from you. The kiss turned more sloppy, breaths ragged between plunges of his warm tongue, your lungs burning already from the denied air but the pleasure overrode it all. His massive cock throbbing beneath you, your pussy clenching in anticipation, the world reduced to the slick slide of bodies and the pounding of hearts.

He broke away briefly as he panted, his forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked in a haze of desire and dawning regret. "We shouldn't... fuck, you're killing me."

But his hips bucked up involuntarily, grinding back, the friction eliciting a shared gasp that dissolved into another devouring kiss, deeper and hungrier as if to drown the guilt in the flood of want.

That stolen moment in the shallows marked the beginning of the unraveling between you and Jake. A secret etched in the salt of the water, your bodies pressed in illicit rhythm, his restraint crumbling under the weight of your bold advances. The days blurred into a haze of training and temptation, each session laced with the undercurrent of desire that neither of you could fully deny. Guilt gnawed at him with a shadow in his golden eyes but your youth and your allure pulled him back like the tide every damn time.

The following morning with what happened with Jake as the sun climbed higher over the reef casting shimmering patterns on the waves, Tonowari arrived at your marui.

His presence filled the entrance with his broad shoulders nearly brushing the kelp frame, his teal eyes scanning the space with a mix of authority and something unspoken. Perhaps the memory of what he did in that hidden rock pool where he watched you unravel in ecstasy, his own release a shameful echo of his betrayal. You greeted him with a soft smile, your body already humming with intent, the thin top and tewng clinging to your curves like a second skin.

"Good morning, Olo'eyktan." You said, voice warm and deferential, though your gaze lingered on the powerful lines of his chest and the way his arms flexed as he crossed them. "Ready for today's lesson?"

He nodded, his tail flicking once, betraying a flicker of unease. "The breathing exercises. We start in the deeper cove today. Follow me."

His tone was steady and commanding but you caught the subtle hitch, the way his eyes darted to your form before snapping away. Ronal's suspicions still hung in the air like mist and his mate's pregnancy weighed on him yet here he was, drawn to the very temptation he'd sworn to resist.

The path to the cove wound through lush foliage, the air thick with the scent of blooming vines and distant sea spray. You walked close to him, your arm brushing his occasionally, each contact sending sparks across your skin. Conversation flowed easily at first with his questions about your clan's tactics and the thunder-weapon's vulnerabilities but you steered it toward the personal side, your words laced with honeyed curiosity.

"You've led your people through so much." You murmured, glancing up at him through your lashes. "It must be... exhausting, carrying all that weight alone. Do you ever let go?"

Tonowari's jaw tightened, his steps faltering for a beat. "A leader doesn't have that luxury. But why do you ask?"

You shrugged lightly, letting your fingers trail along a low-hanging leaf, the motion drawing his eye to the sway of your hips. "Just wondering. Younger warriors like me... we crave guidance. Someone strong and experienced to show us the way."

The double meaning hung between you, unspoken but electric, and you saw the conflict flash in his eyes. The desire warring with duty, the memory of your moans in the pool fueling the fire he tried so hard to water down.

At the cove the water deepened into a crystalline blue, fringed by jagged rocks that sheltered it from the wind.

Tonowari stripped down to his loincloth as he removed his chest piece, his body a testament to years of training. His muscles corded and scarred, a slight softness at his midsection from the comforts of leadership yet no less imposing. His gaze lingered on you with heat blooming in his cheeks before he turned to the water.

"Underwater endurance is key for our hunters." He explained, wading in up to his waist. "You must control your breath, push past the burn. Watch."

He dove under, resurfacing after a long count with water streaming from his braids. You tried but the water closed over you too soon, your lungs screaming as you broke the surface gasping.

Frustration etched your features just like what happened with Jake and you swam closer, your bodies nearly touching in the wave’s embrace. "It's harder than it looks. Maybe... you could help me feel it? Guide me?"

His breath caught at the reference, the pool's secrets bubbling up. "Like how?"

You pressed nearer, your hand finding his arm, tracing the vein that pulsed there. "Close. Intimate. Make me hold it until I can't... until I surrender to you."

Your voice dropped to a whisper, gold eyes locking onto his teal ones, boldly and unashamed. The air thickened, charged with the salt and the scent of your arousal already stirring.

Tonowari's resolve cracked, his large hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing your lip. "This is dangerous, little one. I have a mate, a family..."

But his words trailed off as you leaned in, your supple lips parting invitingly.

"Then just teach me." You breathed, sinking lower in the water until your face hovered near his waist. "Use me to learn control. Make me take it all, hold my breath on you."

A groan rumbled from his chest, guilt flickering one last time before desire overtook him. He untied his loincloth, his cock springing free which was already half-hard from the tension, the head flushed a deeper blue.

You licked your lips, heart racing as you wrapped your fingers around the base, feeling it twitch and swell in your grasp.

"Open." He commanded, voice rough, one hand tangling in your hair to guide you. You obeyed as your mouth happily enveloped the tip, your tongue swirling over the slit to taste the salty bead his pre-cum. He inhaled sharply, his hips jerking forward as you took more with your lips stretching around his girth. "Breathe through your nose first. Then... hold."

You nodded hollowing your cheeks as you sank deeper, the velvety length sliding over your tongue and filling your mouth until the head nudged the back of your throat. The water lapped at your shoulders, cool against the heat building between you. Tonowari's breath grew ragged, his free hand bracing against a rock as you bobbed slowly building the rhythm, saliva dripping down your chin to mix with the sea.

"Deeper." He urged pushing gently and you relaxed your throat, suppressing the gag as he breached you further, your nose brushing his skin. Lungs burning already yet you held, eyes watering but locked on his face, to the raw pleasure twisting his features and the way his abs clenched. Bubbles escaped your nose in tiny bursts but you stayed, your throat convulsing around him in rhythmic swallows that drew a guttural moan from him.

"Good girl... hold it." He panted, fingers tightening in your hair holding you flush.

The world narrowed to the delicious throb of him on your tongue, the ache in your chest, and the slick heat pooling between your thighs. When you finally pulled back gasping with strings of spit connecting you to his cock, he hauled you up crushing his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss, tasting himself on your lips.

"Again." He growled against your skin and you dove back, the lesson turning frantic. Deep throating him until stars burst behind your eyes, his praises filthy and encouraging. "That's it, take your Olo'eyktan's cock... learn to hold your breath for me."

Release came in waves as he spilled down your throat with a roar, your own fingers delving between your legs to chase the edge, both your bodies trembling in the water's embrace.

The next day dawned with Jake's return, his training shifting to the open lagoon where ilu and skimwings grazed the shallows. The memory of your kiss lingered like a brand, his eyes darker and hungrier as he watched you approach.

"Today, we work on riding since I think Tonowari polished your breathing lessons yesterday." He said, voice low, gesturing to a nearby ilu. "The possible bounces from waves, the rhythm, it's all about control. But I know a better way to prepare you."

You bit your lip, anticipation coiling tight. "Show me, Jake."

He led you to a secluded alcove hidden by overhanging fronds, he was shamelessly stripping you both with efficient hands. His body pressed to yours, his cock already rigid and massive, curving upward with promise.

"Straddle me." He instructed lying back on the soft sand, guiding your hips until your slick folds parted around his length.

How shameless he is now when he was resisting me the other day.

Yet you sank down slowly, inch by throbbing inch, a whimper escaping as he stretched you wide and filling you to the hilt.

"Fuck, so tight." He groaned, hands gripping your thighs. "Ride like you'd mount a skimwing. Bounce like there’s massive waves, feel the motion. It'll teach you the ups and downs."

You obeyed rising and falling, the slap of skin echoing as your breasts jiggled with each descent. Pleasure blurred your thoughts turning you blissfully dumb with your golden eyes glazing, your mouth slack with moans as his cock hit that deep spot over and over.

He grinned up at you, feral and triumphant, his eyes fixed on your bouncing boobs, the soft flesh quivering enticingly.

"These... goddamn." He muttered sitting up to capture one nipple in his mouth sucking hard, his teeth teasingly grazing the peak.

The pull sent jolts straight to your core and you ground down harder, your fingers digging into the slight pudge of his belly. The warm and yielding give of it under your palms was a reminder of his lived strength and his maturity. It ignited something primal in you, your arousal spiking at the contrast to your own slender form, the way his tummy pressed against your abdomen with each thrust.

"Like that?" You gasped voice breathy and lost in the haze. "Your belly... feels so good against me."

"Yeah? Turns you on, huh?" He chuckled darkly thrusting up to meet you, the motion making you cry out. "Ride it harder, kid. Get dumb on this cock, let it bounce you like the waves."

His mouth switched to the other breast, lavishing it with wet obscene sucks while his hands kneaded your ass, spreading you wider for deeper penetration for his cock. You came undone, your walls clenching around him in shuddering release, his own following with a curse. His hot seed flooding you as you collapsed against his chest, the pudge a soft pillow beneath your body.

The encounters escalated in the days that followed, each man seeking you out under the guise of training. Their guilt a fragile thread against the pull of your cunning seduction.

With Tonowari, it was evenings by the fire pits where he'd pull you into shadowed alcoves, bending you over woven benches to fuck you slow and deep, his massive frame dwarfing yours.

"Quiet." He whispered, one hand over your mouth as he hilted inside, the other circling your clit. "Ronal can't know... but Eywa, you feel like sin."

You'd clench around him, milking his release, whispering back. "Use me, Olo’eyktan. I'm yours to teach."

His thrusts would grow erratic, his dialogues turning to grunts and pleas from the grip of your walls. "Take it all, little vixen... swallow every drop when I pull out."

Jake favored the midday hunts, dragging you into the underbrush where he'd pin you against trees with your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded you relentlessly.

"You're gonna ruin me." He groaned nipping at your neck, the scars on his body pressing into your softness. "But fuck, this pussy... grips like it was made for me."

You'd scratch down his back, urging him on. "Harder, Jake. Show me how Toruk Makto claims his prize."

He'd laugh breathlessly, flipping you to all fours and mounting you like prey, the filthy sounds of flesh meeting flesh mingling with his praises. "Look at you creaming on my dick. Such a good girl, cum for your karyu."

One night, deep in the velvet darkness when the clan slumbered under a canopy of stars, a soft rustle at your marui's flap stirred you from restless dreams. You sat up, the air heavy with anticipation, your body already aching from the day's indulgences.

The flap parted and Jake slipped in first, his form silhouetted, eyes gleaming with familiar hunger. But before he could speak, another shadow followed, Tonowari. Broad and imposing yet freezing mid-step as his teal gaze met Jake's golden one.

Surprise etched their faces, a mirror of shock and dawning realization. Jake's tail lashed, hand hovering near his knife out of instinct while Tonowari's stance widened, protective yet conflicted.

"What the—?" Jake started, voice a harsh whisper.

"Sully." Tonowari rumbled, eyes narrowing. "You too?"

You bit your lip, a thrill racing through you and not fear but with wicked delight at the convergence.

Rising from your mat, the thin coverlet slipping to reveal the curve of your breast, you stepped between them, golden eyes flicking from one to the other. The air crackled thick with unspoken accusations but beneath it simmered the shared secret of their mutual fall to your temptations.

"Gentlemen." You purred, voice a silken thread. "No need to fight. There's... enough of me for both."

Your words hung an invitation laced with challenge as their gazes darkened, guilt fracturing under the weight of possibility.

Jake and Tonowari stood frozen, their massive forms filling the space, eyes locked in a storm of shock, rivalry, and reluctant understanding. The tension crackled but beneath it pulsed something deeper. It was a shared hunger that neither could deny, not after the weeks of stolen moments where you'd unraveled them both, piece by guilty piece.

Jake's golden eyes flicked to you then back to Tonowari, his tail coiling tight.

"This... this changes things." He muttered, voice rough with the edge of possession, his broad chest heaving.

Tonowari's teal gaze darkened, arms crossing over his scarred torso, the weight of his leadership warring with the fire you'd ignited.

"Indeed. But we speak of this to no one. Not Ronal. Not Neytiri." A pause, heavy and loaded, as their stares met yours. "She's ours now. We share... or we lose her."

You felt the thrill coil low in your belly, a sly smile curving your lips as you stepped closer, small and soft between their towering heights, your gold eyes gleaming with triumph. They were possessive beasts, these older warriors, their mates waiting in the shadows of their lives but you'd woven yourself into their desires too deeply.

Weeks passed in a delicate dance of secrecy and indulgence. When Tonowari claimed you in the hidden coves, his massive hands pinning you against slick rocks as he drove into you with measured, powerful strokes, Jake lurked nearby, ears sharp for any approaching footsteps.

"Ronal's asking for you." He whispered through the vines if she drew near, his voice a low rumble as he invented tales of council meetings or reef patrols to divert her suspicions.

In turn, when Jake pulled you into the dense foliage for his rougher lessons and hoisting you against a tree trunk, your legs locked around his waist as he rutted deep and unrelenting. Tonowari stood guard, his presence a silent shield.

Neytiri's sharp instincts had her circling closer those days, her questions probing like arrows but he'd deflect with calm authority.

"Jake's teaching the newcomer the ways of the ilu or scouting Mangkwan borders with her knowledge. It's for the clan's safety."

His words bought time but the real thrill came from the glimpses they stole of each other doing filthy things to you. The way Jake's eyes would burn watching Tonowari's thick length disappear into your mouth during a “breathing exercise,” or how Tonowari's breath would hitch seeing Jake's hips snap against yours in the underbrush.

That voyeuristic spark grew, twisting their rivalry into something darker and more intoxicating. They'd linger in the shadows at first, silent witnesses to the defilement, their cocks hardening at the sight of your body arching under the other's touch.

Then came the turns, one holding your wrists while the other feasted between your thighs, their grunts mingling as they traded places, each praising the slick mess the previous had left.

"Look at her, dripping for us." Jake would growl, his fingers spreading you wide for Tonowari's inspection. "Our little secret, taking it so well."

And Tonowari, voice a deep timbre, would nod and sliding in slow. "She was made for this, for us to fill her again and again."

It evolved inevitably to simultaneity, their possessiveness yielding to the raw need to claim you together, bodies pressing in from all sides until you were lost in the heat of them. And now in the dim seclusion of your marui, the air thick with the musk of arousal and the distant crash of waves, it led to this.

You sandwiched between their colossal frames, so diminutive against their combined might, your form dwarfed by the breadth of their shoulders and the unyielding strength of their limbs.

Naked and trembling with anticipation, you perched on Jake's lap, his thighs like tree trunks beneath you, the coarse scars at their juncture tickling your inner thighs. His massive blue cock, rigid and veined, nestled hot against your folds and he gripped your hips with callused hands, grinding you back and forth in languid teasing slides. The friction built a slow burn, your slickness coating him with each pass dragging the swollen head over your clit until your breath hitched in soft whimpers.

Behind you Tonowari loomed, your back flush to his broad tattooed chest, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours like a living furnace. His lips captured yours in a deep sucking kiss, his tongue delving to tangle with yours, drawing out obscene wet sounds as he suckled greedily, it’s as if trying to devour your very essence.

One of his enormous hands roamed upward cupping the soft weight of your breast, thumb circling the hardened nipple in firm rolling presses that sent jolts straight to your core.

"Mhm, so responsive." He murmured against your mouth, voice a gravelly purr that vibrated through you. "These nipples beg for my touch, don't they yawne?"

You arched into his palm moaning into the kiss, the dual sensations of Jake's grinding insistence below and Tonowari's possessive fondling above overwhelming your senses, the air humming with the salty tang of the sea and the headier scent of your shared desire.

They manhandled you with effortless strength, their hands everywhere, shifting your body like a cherished toy. Jake's fingers dug into your waist, lifting you briefly before settling you onto all fours on the soft sleeping mat, the woven fibers cradling your knees and palms.

You faced Tonowari now, his towering form kneeling before you, that huge teal cock jutting proudly from his hips that’s thick as your wrist, the length curving slightly and the flared head glistening with anticipation.

Behind you Jake positioned himself, his knees bracketing your thighs, the heat of his body a wall at your back. You felt the nudge of his blue massive cock against your entrance, the mushroom tip tapping insistently at your swollen clit, each light smack sending sparks up your spine, your hips twitching involuntarily.

"Open your mouth, yawne." Tonowari commanded, his voice laced with dark hunger, one hand fisting the base of his shaft as he leaned closer.

You obeyed eagerly, parting your lips and extending your tongue flat and inviting, a soft purr rumbling from your throat at the sight of him so close and so ready. He tapped the velvety head against your waiting tongue, the salty bead of pre-cum smearing across the pink muscle and you lapped at it greedily, the vibration of your purr drawing a deep guttural groan from his chest.

"Fuck, that's it... such eager little mouth." His free hand threaded into your hair, guiding you forward as Jake with a wicked grin splitting his face, aligned himself fully.

In one fluid powerful thrust, Jake plunged his cock into your walls, the stretch immediate and exquisite, your body yielding to his girth with a wet welcoming squelch. You cried out around the tip of Tonowari's length, the sound muffled as he pushed forward, filling your mouth inch by throbbing inch.

The sight was utterly obscene, a vision that made their pulses race.

Your throat bulging visibly with the outline of Tonowari's cock as he sank deeper, your lips stretched taut around him. Below, your pussy walls clenched visibly around Jake's invading cock, the delicate folds parting wide and your tummy distending slightly with the depth he reached, pressing against that sensitive bundle inside.

Jake's hips snapped forward in a steady rhythm, each plunge drawing out slick sounds, his balls slapping against your clit with every hilt.

"Our greedy little baby." He rasped, voice thick with lust, one hand sliding around to rub firm circles over your clit, the pad of his thumb slick with your arousal. "Needing two cocks to satisfy her equally greedy cunt... look at you, taking us both like you were born for it."

The pressure on your clit built the coil tighter, your walls fluttering around him and you mewled around Tonowari's length, the vibration making him buck deeper with his groans echoing off the walls.

Tonowari's teal eyes bored into yours, dark with possessive fire, his hips rolling in shallow thrusts that matched Jake's pace.

"You like older men lusting over you like this, yawne?" He growled, fingers tightening in your hair, holding you steady as he fed you more of his cock. "Using your delicious body like this, stretching every hole and marking you as ours?"

His words washed over you, filthy and affirming, stoking the fire in your veins. You nodded as best you could, tongue swirling around the underside of his cock, saliva dripping down your chin in messy rivulets. Your purrs turning to desperate hums as Jake's rubbing intensified, his cock dragging against your inner walls with lewd precision.

The rhythm built drawn out and relentless, their bodies moving in sync now with Jake's deep grinding thrusts from behind and Tonowari's controlled slides into your throat. Sweat beaded on their skin, mixing with the humid air, the marui filled with the symphony of flesh meeting flesh, your muffled moans and their ragged breaths.

Jake's free hand gripped your hip, pulling you back onto him harder, the obscene bulge in your belly more pronounced with each plunge.

"Feel that? That's me deep inside, claiming every inch." He panted, his thumb flicking your clit faster, the oversensitivity making your thighs quake.

Tonowari watched it all, his gaze flicking between your stretched lips and the way your body rocked between them, a low chuckle rumbling from him. "She's creaming on you, Sully... hear that wet slap? Our yawne's so full, so perfect."

You hollowed your cheeks sucking harder, your mewls vibrating along his length as the pleasure crested. Jake's cock pistoning faster, the base of his cock beginning to form a creamy white ring from your frothing arousal, the slick evidence of your need coating him in a glossy sheen.

"Fuck, gonna breed you." Jake snarled, his thrusts turning erratic, the hand on your clit pressing down in firm insistent strokes. "Fill this tight pussy up, keep every drop inside where it belongs."

He buried himself to the hilt one final time, a growl tearing from his throat as he came in hot spurts flooding your depths, his cock pulsing with each release. You clenched around him milking him dry, the sensation pushing you over the edge as your orgasm crashed through you in waves. Your body shuddering, mewling loudly around Tonowari as stars burst behind your eyes.

He followed seconds later, groaning your name like a prayer, his cock swelling in your throat before spilling thick ropes down your swallowing passage.

"Take it all, yawne... every bit for you." He urged holding you flush until you gasped for air, pulling back with a wet pop, strings of saliva and seed connecting you still.

Jake eased out slowly, a satisfied groan escaping him as he watched his creamy cum ooze from your well-used entrance, thick and pearlescent, coating your pussy lips in a lewd glaze. He pressed two fingers against your folds, pushing the essence back inside, sealing it with a thumb over your clit.

"Stay put baby... let it take."

They collapsed around you then, their affections a sure unyielding thing, no longer caring for the risks of discovery. Ronal's suspicions or Neytiri's watchful eyes be damned.

Jake pulled you into his chest, his slight pudge a comforting press against your side, while Tonowari spooned from behind, his arm draping possessively over your waist. You grinned in the afterglow nestled between them, your cunning heart swelling with victory.

You always got what you wanted, just like with Quaritch.

Seducing the older recom under your former Tsahik’s nose. His towering form rutting into you in stolen moments amid the Mangkwan camps, the thrill of betrayal heightening every thrust until Varang caught you, her rage a storm of fury.

But Quaritch, ever the opportunist, had freed you in the chaos, whispering promises as he let you slip away from her wrath.

"I'll finish Sully first then find you, darlin'." He growled, eyes burning with unfinished business.

He didn't know how soon he'd stumble upon you again but tangled in the arms of these two Na'vi warriors and one of them being the one he’s hunting.

And they had no inkling that this was why you'd fled the Mangkwans, seeking uturu here. Not just for survival, but to weave your web anew, drawing older powerful men into your orbit like moths to flame.

I always get what I want.

Your golden eyes fluttered shut, sated and scheming as their breaths evened out around you, the night wrapping you all in secretive bliss as you nuzzled deeper into their hold.

Always.

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