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In honor of you deciding to write for my favorite grouch, I give you an idea I've wanted to write for a long time and give you full permission to use it 🫶🏻

Tsu'tey x human reader + mirror sex

Plot:

The Na'vi aren't vanity based people. They don't have mirrors to check themselves and fret about their physical appearance, they go by how they feel and what others claim them to be.

So when reader brings in this full body sized (for humans) mirror into his home, he doesn't like it, wants you to get rid of it and not keep demon stuff like this in your shared home. But you convince him – barely – to keep it around for awhile.

But when Tsu'tey catches your reflection in the mirror when they're mating, he's enthralled by watching you through the odd demon item. And now he's secretly obsessed with putting you in front of the mirror and fucking every single thought out of you cause– fuck! You just look too damn good.

Sweetest reflection

Tsu‘tey x female human reader

Words: 7.2k

Summary: Surely, you were a test to his patience send by eywa. And today looked like just another day where you would take advantage of this eywa-given task.

Warnings: explicit smut, mirror sex, p in v, praiseeee praise praise, dom/sub, size difference, body worship, dirty talk (in english & na‘vi), oral, dirty talk, jealousy, brat tamer Tsu’tey, grumpy & sunshine trope, belly bulge

Note: aaaaa my first Tsu‘tey fic ever, thank you for this delicious request and for allowing me to write for your idea!! God I’m so nervous to publish this, please let me know what you think. I hope I won’t disappoint 🫣🥹

It was plain to everyone with eyes that Tsu’tey despised the sky people, their destructive tendencies and their dangerous technology. He, who had lost so much to these creatures that came from the stars, would much rather cut off his own kuru than to ever shake hands with one of them, let alone see them as equal to his own kind. They weren’t a threat, but much rather a pest he wanted to get rid of.

Humans were weak. Wrapped in soft flesh that came in different shades, easy to cut and hurt with minimal effort, turning green and purple from just a firm touch. Weak bones that would break easily from a fall that even a child of his people could survive without a scratch. They were poor, soulless shells with no kuru to connect to the world around them which at times made him feel pity for these creatures. Even their spirits were weak, easy to break, to manipulate and corrupt by their greed.

And most of all, they were ugly.

Such a plain sight to his eyes that were used to seeing the beautiful wonders that the great mother created on eywa‘eveng [Pandora]. No tanhì [bioluminescence freckles] that decorated their skin, no tail to help them balance, no stripes to hide in the thick foliage of the forest and not a speck of blue in sight. No wonder the vrrteps [demons] were hiding themselves behind so many unnecessary layers of clothing.

When the war had ended and the great battle had been won, it was like a wave of relief washing over Tsu‘tey, knowing that with the end of the times of great sorrow, the sky people would finally return to their dying home. But his displeasure was more than immense when Jakesuli granted some of the humans permission to stay with the clan. In all of his years of living, Tsu‘tey had never allowed himself to disagree with an Olo’eyktans decision, but even now as his second of command, he could not stop himself from letting his frustration over Jakesuli‘s decision known. Not that it would’ve changed anything. The moron had a thick skull.

Many moons had passed since then, and Tsu‘tey still carried a scowl of disapproval on his face as he wandered through the village, passing several tiny humans that were littered around high camp like bugs.

The only place where he could find solace in, was his kelku [home]. Far away from the rapidly expanding technology of the humans, their stench of metal and the antiseptic smell of what they called soap. Away from all these unpleasant smells and sights.

Safe for one tiny little thing. One, that was so different from the rest.

"Zola‘u nìprrte kelku [welcome home]," you greet him with a smile that nearly reaches from one ear to another.

Sometimes Tsu‘tey stops, takes a look around his home, and wonders how the hell he wandered into this life at all.

"Hm, your pronunciation is still off," he grumbles, letting the basket he had carried on his hip down to the floor for your small greedy hands to explore. "I’m trying, okay?" You sigh, then immediately pick several fruit and store them away in pots made of clay just as he had taught you. Some of them were difficult for you to reach, standing too far on top of a shelve and Tsu‘tey instinctively moves to get them down for you.

To this day, he still found it odd how such a small helpless thing had grabbed his heart so powerfully.

"You could’ve at least say something like 'well done', you know?" You huffed as you gathered more fruit and vegetables from his basket to store away. "You’re starting to hurt my pride." Tsu‘tey merely grunted at that, but decided to place a tender kiss on top of your head, knowing just how easily you could grow frustrated without praise. His praise.

You always did so well in everything he taught you, he didn’t understand why you wouldn’t allow yourself to be pleased with your accomplishments until Tsu‘tey positively acknowledged them. You were an odd little thing, but you still weren’t like the rest of the demons.

Yes, humans were weak, but certainly not his human. Their spirits were easily corrupted, but not the spirit of his human. They were ugly, but definitely not his human. When it came to you, he didn’t look at your softness in pity, he looked at it in awe. He looked at your smooth skin and remembered all the times his hands had felt it, all the times his tongue had mapped out a path over your skin as if it were a map to a treasure. He didn’t look at your skin where the thanì were missing and thought you were any less beautiful than a na‘vi. Instead he lost himself in your eyes, where the stars of the night sky reflected in them, brighter than the thanì on his own body ever could. Great mother, how many times he had wished and prayed that you could see yourself through his eyes to realize the true meaning of beauty.

Sure, you were small and your body was still fragile, but that didn’t make him look down at you in the same way Tsu‘tey looked down on the other sky people. When he looked at you, he wanted to protect. To provide and take care of you. He knows that if one were to ask, you would deny that your size was a weakness per se. But to him, it made Tsu’tey weak.

And the worst was, that you knew. You knew how easily it was to wrap him around your odd fourth finger. Just a few well placed touches, batting your pretty lashes and blinking up at him with those big doe eyes and he would pick the stars from the sky if you’d asked for it. It was horrible.

Tsu‘tey felt as if his skin didn’t belong to him anymore. You had digged your way right under it, build a nest where his heart was beating, warm and cozy, and decided to stay, taking up all the space that was left and greedily declared that it all belonged to you now. And he allowed it.

Surely, you were a test to his patience send by eywa. And today looked like just another day where you would take advantage of this eywa-given task.

Unclasping his cummerbund from around his waist and settling it down where it belonged, Tsu‘tey stepped further into his home. Only when he pulled the cloth to your shared bedroom aside, his eyes finally land on the thing that was leaning against the wall.

It seems so out of place, too human, when he treasured the way of his people and tried with all of his might to maintain a home that purely contained the furnishings of his people. He preferred the simplicity of their home, where nature existed in harmonious balance with the people. Not whatever this was.

Tsu‘tey frowns. "What… is this?"

Stepping closer, he examined the odd looking thing that showed such a clear reflection of himself, it made the hair on the nape of his neck raise in unease. Normally, Tsu‘tey couldn’t see himself so clear, not even when the waters at the river were as calm as ever. It was nothing compared to this.

When you step into the doorway and your eyes meet in the reflection, it's the weirdest moment so far. For all that these are familiar faces to him, it's like two strangers looking at one another for the first time.

"It’s a mirror," you say softly, smiling, but there’s a hint of caution in your voice. With a grunt, Tsu‘tey turns to look at you- to really look at you, away from the image of that person in the reflection. "Why do you bring this tawtute thing into our home?" His voice is stern and you roll your eyes at his tone. "Get it out," he says before you can even explain yourself.

"That’s not fair!" You groan. "You get to decide everything we do and say and eat and bring into our home and I can’t even keep a mirror?"

You sound upset and Tsu‘tey doesn’t understand. Of course he doesn’t. These human things hold no significance to him, and they shouldn’t for you as well. You had agreed to stay with him, to leave behind your life with the humans. This was eywa‘eveng [pandora] and not earth! No tawtute [human] things should decorate his home, should disrupt his peace and the reflection of nature his home provided, just as the great mother had intended for his people.

"Get rid of it," Tsu‘tey just says, curling his lip in annoyance. "Now."

"But it took me hours to get it home! I had to find someone who had to carry it all the way t—"

Now this caught his attention.

"Who?" He was quick to cut you off, arms crossing over his chest as he observed you.

You wince at this, the scrunch of your nose and the way your shoulder tensed could only imply that you felt caught, exposed by your own words. "Tarsem…," was all you mumbled sheepishly.

Tarsem was a young warrior of his clan. He must be the age of Neytiri and Jakesulis eldest, who had completed his iknimaya many moons ago. Tarsem was his student once, but that was equally as long ago. Back then he was a child, barely a teenager. But now he was a young man, old enough to be considered competition. And the thought of you having to ask another male for help when you had a perfectly capable mate to do so, simply because you purposefully tried to keep your mirror a secret from him- it made his blood boil.

"You will get rid of this thing or I will throw it out myself!"

"Oh come on, I’m–"

"Tanhì. I have told you no."

"Well, then I’m also telling you no! The mirror will stay!"

Tsu‘teys eyes widen at the defensive stance you put on display in front of him, with your hands on your hips, chest puffed up and your short legs standing just a little further apart than normally. As if you could actually try and prevent him from taking the damn thing and throwing it out himself if he really wanted to.

With a sigh, he rubs the growing ache in his temples away, before he says, "My mate, you know I respect you, but you are being unreasonable! If you were to be my student I would need to discipline you for this!"

The soft rhythmic hum of your exopack used to be a sound he found himself rapidly annoyed at. Now it was just a background noise to him. One, that he actually grew fond of because it meant that his little human was here, that you were well, that you were alive and breathing. The great mother had not granted him to forget when you had stumbled and hit the alarmingly thin layer of glass against a rock, causing it to crack like a Kali'weya [spiders] web. He still hadn’t forgotten the panic and helplessness he felt, followed by the relief that washed over him after he had carried you in a sprint back to the laboratory where you could exchange your broken mask. Now he was thankful for that sound, because it meant you were breathing. It eased his mind and soothed his worries.

But it also meant that he could pinpoint the exact moment the pattern of your breathing changed. He could tell the exact moment your breath hitched in your throat, could nearly hear the beat of your tiny heart as it picked up its pace, hammering against your ribcage. And if it weren’t for the telltale scent of sweetness filling his nostrils not even seconds later, that would’ve surely given away your sudden arousal.

"You should not find pleasure in the thought of me disciplining you," he says, biting down a grin. Tsu‘tey has always enjoyed the way your cheeks light up in a shade of pink whenever you were flustered, but right now they were nearing a dark embarrassing shade of red, reminding him of a fruit he wanted to take a bite of.

"Maybe you shouldn’t make it sound so appealing then…" You mumbled shyly. He mustered you for a moment, taking in the sight of your tinted cheeks and the way you bit your lip to force down a smile. With a sigh of surrender, he lets his shoulders relax and steps forward to press his forehead against yours behind the glass of your mask, as a sign of apology.

"Please, Tsu‘tey, I just got it and these things are so difficult to find out here," you sigh, reaching out to intervene your fingers with his. "I promise I will find another place for it if it bothers you so much, but please let me keep it until then."

He pauses, his eyes meeting yours with understanding. His thumbs soothe over the back of your hands, a gesture of reassurance.

"Fine," he replies in a grunt, cupping your jaw and tilting your head up to look at him. "But I expect it to be out of my sight by tomorrow’s eclipse."

"Yes, sir," you grin teasingly and he can’t help but roll his eyes at your playfulness. He knew far too well how much your mood improved if you had just gotten what you wanted. You were entirely too spoiled and that was solely his fault.

"You truly are an srätx, my dear mate," he exhaled softly as you pressed yourself closer to him, your small hands wrapping around his waist and feeling up his back.

"What does that mean?" You ask, curiously tilting your head.

Tsu‘tey thought for a moment, thinking of the right word that came closest to this in translation.

"Annoyance," he finally said, looking blankly at you. A grin spread over your lips that was infectious enough for him to show you a half smile.

"But you love it," you giggle softly as his arms encircle your smaller frame. You both stand there for a minute, foreheads touching and noses trying and failing to nuzzle against each other through the thin glass of your exopack.

A year ago he could have never imagined he’d be mated to a human, to be mated at all. After Sylwanin he didn’t think he would even be able to still feel anything close to affection towards someone. A year ago none of this would have been plausible. Not even a dream or a passing thought. Now here he was, his muntxate [wife] in his arms and smiling back at him with eyes full of mischief and lust. His favorite little annoyance.

"I wish you did not have to wear this… mask," Tsu‘tey then grumbled, running the flat of his nose from the side of your face to your throat, before kissing you there. "I wish to kiss you. Properly."

You sigh understandingly, knowing too well how frustrated this situation could be to the both of you. But that didn’t mean there weren’t any other fun ways for him to put his lips on you. "Hmm, I know. But you can still kiss me everywhere else."

Soft chaste kisses down your jaw, and already you were breathing heavier. Down your neck, open mouthed and light, he wanted nothing more than to feel more of you.

Humming in agreement, his fingers press hard against your ribs as he pulls you closer, wedges one thigh between your legs, parting them for him to squeeze himself tight against you. As Tsu‘tey leaves open mouthed kisses along your throat, your hips dare to tip forward to grind against him through the fabric of your loincloth.

"I missed you today," you exhale on a shaky breath, and he draws back for a moment, looking down at your eyes full of lust, only to push you up against the nearest wall in the next second. The way that the breath is forced from your lungs and your head throws back at the way he suddenly devours the skin of your throat burns through him. He didn’t even realize how much his own need had increased, how much he too had missed you, until he had felt you in his arms. All arguments suddenly forgotten, one of your legs raises, bare foot sliding along his leg, and then he hooks one hand beneath your thigh to hitch it up around his waist, his tail curling around your ankle to secure it.

The movements are animal, instinctual; he is sure that only a demon such as you could draw such motions from him, such quick desperation that should be considered sinful. You moan softly as he kisses down to your collarbone, licks and nips at your skin, his hand forcing itself up the soft lines of your thighs beneath your loincloth.

"I have missed you too, little one," he murmurs against your skin. One of your hands slides down the back of his neck, the skin of your palm at first but then the points of your fingertips, your nails, dragging down between his shoulderblades. It sends a shiver of need through him and soon enough, Tsu’tey pushes you down with him to the soft bed of pelts that you jokingly call a nest. At first he was not used to sleep on such softness, his body being used to sleeping in Snonivi [hammocks], but you taught him to find great pleasure in this bed on the ground, just as you had taught him to find pleasure in so many other things.

In you, for example.

Tsu‘tey pushes past your coverings and rocks his fingers against your tight little opening, the heel of his hand rubbing against the little nub that makes you mewl so sweetly, to feel the soft movement of your inner muscles around his fingers as he pushes his very fingertips inside to scoop up your wetness. He teases you for a long moment, listening to the sounds you make for him before he brings his fingers back up and to his mouth.

He swirls his tongue around them and looks down to meet your eyes again, both of your gazes hazy with lust. Your lips are parted, reddened from their ferocious meeting with his, and you muffle sounds in your throat as he finds with his fingers a place that makes you buck against him, reaching for it over and over as he watches your face start to sheen with sweat.

His body protests the pace, wants it faster, but he ignores it. The smell of your scent, of you, is so intoxicating to Tsu‘tey, he could stay like this forever if it weren’t for his cock growing harder by the second and straining against his loincloth.

From your neck he moves downward, exploring the soft flesh of your breasts as he pushes your top aside. Your sighs and moans follow soon after, a song of delight and desire.

With care he keeps his weight on one arm as the other moves light as a warm breeze over your arm. Your hand was in his hair for a moment, then down his neck to his shoulder. He heard a whine of his name as he took as much of you into his mouth as he could, his tongue flickering and twisting around a hardened nipple. Your back arched as he continued, sharp canine playfully grazing your delicate skin as he moved across to your other breast.

Opening his eyes he watched your face as he kissed the soft skin beneath your breast. A flustered smile sat on your lips, eyes closed and skin flushed red. Tsu‘tey held you close as he moved down over your ribs, taking care not to tickle you. Open mouthed kisses, a sweep of his tongue, a playful bite here and there. Inch after slow inch he moved lower, his hands sliding beneath your thighs as he moved to settle his face between them.

"I’m dying to taste you, paskalin [honey]," he whispered lowly, gracefully removing what little fabric covered your sweetness from his hungry eyes.

"I thought you wanted to discipline me?," you hushed breathlessly, the faintest grin spreading over your lips as you teased him with his own words.

"Disciplining, yes, later," he grunts, "Right now I want this. Not for you, little one, but for myself."

The sweet scent of your nectar is so much richer now that there’s nothing covering your most precious parts from him anymore. It coats his tongue like a thick layer of honey as he runs it through your folds and laps it up at the source. Your hips jerk at the first touch of his tongue, sensitive clit pulsating like a beating heart as he closes his lips around it and sucks until soft noises of pleasure fill the room.

You taste divine. Delicious. Made to be addictive, because that’s what you are. And he is dizzy with it.

"All day I have thought of this, getting my mouth on your cunt," he says, thick and hot between heavy breaths, and then that’s exactly what he does, licking and sucking at you with noises so obscene they make you blush.

Tsu‘tey groans as he suckles on the tiny nub that makes your back arch off the bed. Part of him wants to drop his hands to his cock, to take away the ache spreading through his gut at the taste of you, at the sound of your breathing, low and ragged and laced with only the ghost of a moan. But that would mean taking his hands from the back of your soft, squishy thighs, and he won’t do that, not when he’s desperate to get you closer, to suck at you until you scream his name and can no longer stand.

Still, Tsu’tey is impossibly gentle with you, gentle and sweet, sweeter than any human could ever deserve. But there grows a force behind the swirl of his tongue, a need to feel you, all of you, and he has to distract himself from the thought of sinking his cock into your tight heat or he will loose himself and spill his seed too early. What a waste that would be, letting it soak into the furs below instead of planting it into your womb where it belongs, filling you up until there is no space left inside you that doesn’t mark you as his.

"God, Tsu’tey," you let out in a long moan. Still coherent. That was something he was going to have to fix.

The demon of his most sensual dreams writhes below him when he pushes his tongue past your weeping entrance and begins to fuck you with it. The size difference makes it so much easier for him to reach those special places that make your toes curl and thighs clamp down on his head, and he enjoys nothing more than your gasp of surprise once the tip of his tongue nudges against that spongey spot that marks what you’ve told him is your g-spot. His mouth is so full of you, tongue so deep inside. Eywa, he might loose himself right then and there.

Pulling his tongue out of you in a slow, languid glide elicit a wonderful whimper out of you. He glances up at those soft looking lips of yours, bitten raw by the force of your blunt teeth in order to keep these sounds from escaping. You could be so shy when it came to your own pleasure, it made him want to take a bite right out of you.

So close. You were so close Tsu’tey could practically taste it now as he savored your slick on his tongue, so rich and sweet.

Your thighs were still framing his head, the tension noticeable from holding them locked like this, so on edge from the anticipation of this orgasm that was just waiting to roll over you like a wave. He almost felt pity for you. But then again, as he lazily rolled his head to the side to nip at your inner thigh and get them to open again, this was all part of the fun. He did talk about disciplining you earlier, so maybe this would be the perfect way to do so.

While he busied himself with nips and sharp, yet carefully placed bites on your soft thigh, his hand moved to your core and his thumb began to draw lazy circles over your clit. It granted him with the exact reaction he was hoping for.

"Fuck," you whine, "I’m so- oh, god, please." You absently brabble with your head thrown back, hips raising to chase his touch and thighs spreading further apart. A plea for more.

His tongue moves as if it has a mind of its own, like a Reyknap [bladewing moth] to a flame it connects with your poor swollen clit and the sound of relief washing over you is like music to his ears. They twitch and flick to the sound of your moans as he continues to devour you, both of his thumbs now spreading your lips apart so that little nub can’t hide away from his assault.

If there was anything quite as beautiful as his mate coming apart beneath him, Tsu’tey did not know what it was.

Your tiny hands shoot down to fist into his braids as if you were trying to anchor yourself from floating away into this blissful feeling, while your spine arched off the ground completely. He had a tight grip on your hip by now, holding you down and pressed against his mouth, otherwise you would’ve already tried and wriggled away from his greedy tongue. Your eyes are now squeezed shut and mouth slightly agape as you let the pleasure overtake your senses fully, more moans shamelessly spilling from your plump lips and it’s just the most perfect view in front of his eyes.

That is, before he finally catches sight of movement right next to him.

He hasn’t been attentive enough to realize this, his mind too occupied with the goal of making you come on his tongue that he hasn’t paid attention to this. His tongue is still lapping up your juices like a nangtang [viperwolf] pup drinking from a stream as his eyes stare at the clear reflection of both, you and him, in the mirror you had bought home. And what a view that is, he can’t deny it.

He can see himself, laying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows with the finest dish spread out right in front of him. He can see the muscles of you lower stomach clench and unclench with the aftershocks of your orgasm, the perfect side view your breasts in the dim light of his kelku, the heave of your chest making them jump softly. And he follows every curve and every valley of your body up until your eyes, half lidded and heavy of lust, meet in the reflection.

Have you been watching him like this the whole time? How had he not paid attention to this?

Finally, the grip you had on his braids loosens and your hands limply fall to your sides. That was his cue to sit up on his haunches and give your overstimulated body a moment to recover, yet he couldn’t break his gaze away from the mirror next to him.

Now he could also see himself properly, the hard tip of his cock had turned a dark hue of purple, oozing pre-cum and twitching to the rapid beating of his heart. His tail curled curiously as his eyes quickly snapped back to you. Not the real you, but the one in the reflection.

For an awfully long moment it felt as if an invisible force was pulling his gaze towards the mirror, making it impossible for him to glance away, even as he reached for your smaller frame. Your skin felt sticky with sweat and warm to the touch, something he was profoundly proud of, knowing the skill of his mouth was the reason for this. Slow and sensually, he turned you over and laid you down onto your stomach. Nothing bought Tsu‘tey as much satisfaction as the way you always allowed him to manhandle you into position, your fragile body still buzzing and limp from pleasure, yet he could already smell the wetness and arousal returning to your core.

"You know I respect you, my mate," he purrs lowly, brushing the hair from your face that were obscuring his view.

In this position, the mirror now stood directly in front of you and Tsu‘tey bend over your arched back.

Rolling your head to one side, you keep your eyes glued to him as he nuzzles his face there, hot pink tongue flicking out against your skin to leave dabs of warmth that trail from your neck, to your shoulder and then down your spine, where your soft round ass is raised high in the air, pressed against his pubic bone in the most perfect way.

Tsu’teys fingers smooth down your sides, thumbs rubbing circles against your hips as presses himself against you.

"Hmh," the woman in the mirror with heavy eyes and the trailing lock of hair that can not be tamed has her mouth open slightly in a pant as he kisses the space between your shoulders once, twice, your eyes trembling shut for just a second.

"Good," he says, and he knows you can feel the hardness pressed against the opening to your tight cunt. The woman in the mirror shudders and he can feel it, gives a soft moan, lips pursed around the sweet noise. "Because for now it will look like I don’t."

And with that, he hoists your upper body up and against him, so you’re on your knees in front of the mirror, your back pressed tight against his chest. The sudden and mostly unexpected change of position makes you yelp and stare at yourself with wide eyes.

His hip push forward then and the first inch of his length slides into you with barely any effort. The stretch is there, he can hear the way you suck in a breath, but you’re wet enough and used to his size by now. Your eyes immediately flutter closed again as he allows your body a moment to adjust, but then he slides further in with a thrust that isn’t as gentle as the one before. It makes your eyes fly right back open and a high pitched moan breaks free from your throat.

"I want you to watch," a hand cups your jaw from behind, "Keep your eyes on yourself. See how divine you look in that reflection when I fill your small tawtute [human] cunt with my cock. Pehrr oe ruin nga [When I ruin you]." The last words are whispered into your ear before his canine close around your soft lobe in a teasing nibble that make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You respond to him with a weak nod, swallowing down the puddle of drool that dares to spill out of the corner of your mouth and he allows himself to grin at that over your shoulder. Already so weak and desperate for him and he hasn’t even started. You’re too precious.

“See what I see when I look at you.”

And you do. You look into the mirror, watch the flush in your cheeks spread down, over your neck, your chest. You watch a drop of sweat follow the path, a delicate drop that leaves a damp streak on your skin and runs over the curves of your chest. Tsu’tey see the way you look into your own eyes, sees the long, dark eyelashes clumped together, framing eyes just as dark, more pupil than color, a deep contrast to the spread of rose on your skin. He watches you watch your own mouth, all pink and open, licking against your parted lips as you pant out breath after breath as Tsu‘tey thrusts into you fully.

You’re impossibly warm and tight around him and it makes him want to touch you all over. So he removes the hand from your jaw and lets them both travel up your sides, memorising the curvature of your waist and then the way his fingers slot between your ribs as he pulls you closer, pushes himself deeper. You’re even tighter around him than before, making soft keening noises and shifting back onto his cock, wordlessly begging for a faster pace. And he‘ll happily give it to you.

Tsu’teys eyes are still entirely fixed on the mirror. It’s a completely new sight to him, one that he knows he won’t grow tired of that quickly. He can see himself, his mouth sucking hickeys to your throat, can see how good the two of you look together, can see how well fucked out you already are, pleased and content, yet still ready for more. But your eyes have closed shut once again. He can see the little wrinkles on their corners from the force of you squeezing them shut, can see the way your eyebrows are drawn together in pleasure. You’re so lost in it, too distracted to pay attention to the view he is enjoying so much. And maybe you’re a bit shy too. But he can’t have that.

Tsu‘tey starts a faster, steadier rhythm of thrusts, stifles his own groan in the crook of your neck before tracing his tongue along the shell of your ear, nipping your earlobe again because he knows how much you like this, before whispering, "Come, paskalin [honey], open your eyes again. Look at yourself. I want you to."

Like the petals of a flower you open them ever so slowly. The first thing your pupils settle on is the man in the reflection and he can feel by the clench of your cunt that you like what you see.

"Sevin hì'i muntxa si [My pretty little mate]," he muses, his grip on your hips tightening, before he moves a hand to run across your chest, thumbs dancing over your nipples. A shiver runs through you as they harden under his touch to small delicate pebbles that he wants to swirl his tongue around. Your eyes are heavy and your mouth hangs open in shallow little pants, so Tsu’tey does it again, adding more pressure and then rolling them between his thumb and forefinger and there it is, the whimper he's been waiting for. His cock throbs.

He then changes the angle, cock thrusting against your g-spot and you can do nothing but fight the urge to let your eyes flutter closed once more.

The position promotes an entirely new way for his cock to rearrange your soft, spongey insides and the further he pushes forward, the more prominent the familiar bulge in your lower stomach gets. Tsu’tey has always enjoyed watching the way his cock stretched your insides to the point it got visible on the surface of your soft skin, but seeing it happen in the reflection in front of him- great mother.

There’s heat under his skin. The pleasure passes over him like a wave, spreading down his body until he feels it even in his toes.

He watches the way his pupils dilate, the way your mouth opens as you throw your head back, watches his nostrils flare and his own eyelids flutter. He bites his lip to hold in a moan, but it escapes anyway. He hears the sound like a whisper, like something made more intimate by the proximity to the mirror, as if he is only inches away from the woman in the mirror, someone made for this, molded just for Tsu‘tey, for the way your bodies fit together. In the mirror, he is a wanton creature, ruled by nothing but the sensations that grip his body.

His hand glides from your chest to your stomach, fingertips pressing down gently over the bulge that appears and disappears with each thrust.

"See how beautiful you are?" Tsu‘tey murmurs. "Your tiny body always finds room to take me. Because Eywa made you for me, little vrrtep [demon]."

He’s soaking in the wet sounds of your bodies moving against each other, the slick sounds of his cock driving in and out of you. The way you keen when he presses down onto the bulge to feel himself there. More moans fall from your lips, incoherent nothings that were meant to be words and pleas.

"I love when you make these noises for me." The words are punctuated with a deep, slow stroke that hits over your sweet spots and you clench the muscles of your slick, velvety-like walls around Tsu‘teys cock until both of you can all but feel it jerk and throb inside. "And you look so perfect while doing so. Just watch yourself, tanhì [little star]. Watch how good you are taking me. So perfect and tight. I can hear that you are enjoying this as much as I do. I can see it."

You moan, sweet and loud into the room, panting, your breath coming out in hot spurts that fog up the glass of your mask, but he still sees your reflection. All flushed skin and eyes that stare into his with a fervor that leaves him feeling breathless.

His hips start moving faster, revelling in the way your walls drag against him every time he pulls back and the way they clench around him on every inward thrust that brushes against your g-spot. His hand moves further down your stomach and between your thighs, fingers circling your clit, giving it a couple of teasing slaps in a way that has you twitching and your breath coming out in a hiss every time Tsu‘tey does so.

He presses his lips against your ear again and says in a voice that's completely wrecked, "You are close, my yawne [love], aren’t you?"

Small hands claw at his forearms to keep yourself from falling forward as your knees begin to buckle by the sheer force of his thrust. Your clit, slicked with thick arousal, twitches and glides between his uncoordinated fingers, too slippery to get the little nub right under his fingers as intended. But you don’t seem to mind, if the way your writhe and squirm underneath his touch is anything to go with. Tsu‘tey circles and rubs it in a way he knows will make you release that tension in your abdomen that dares to choke his cock.

"Y-Yes, fuck, keep going! I‘m g-gonna come," you mewl, the words slurred between moans. Tsu’tey felt his thrusts grow a little more erratic at that. For a moment, he breaks eye contact with the pair in the mirror and leans his forehead against your shoulder, panting as his own orgasm builds. It’s so overwhelming.

You whine again, this time it’s a broken call of his name, a plea, and his fingers move faster over your clit and he's back to watching the way your eyes track his movements hungrily through the mirror and the way you’re biting your lower lip.

You begin to tremble, and he's growling in your ear, short, shallow breaths that warm your neck. "That's it," he rumbles, increasing his pace, the tip of his cock nudging against the soft opening to your womb with how deep he’s fucking you. "That's it, yawne [love], come for me... Oe luhu nga, ma kalin 'eve [I am right with you, my sweet girl.]"

Your knees give way before he knows it and you hang in his embrace, his strong arm wrapped around your fragile ribcage, his other hand gently stroking the sweet spot between your thighs. You come with a whimper of his name, your whole body tensing and shuddering and it’s nearly impossible for him to hold you like this, so he lowers you swift but gently, chest pressed to the furs and back arched enough for him to continue thrusting into you.

Sweet nectar pools where you are joined, running down his thighs and filling his ears with those wet, filthy sounds. His tail curls around your thigh as he fucks you through it, Tsu‘teys own orgasm close behind. One of his hands is on your hip now, the other presses down between your shoulder blades to keep you locked in position. Your flushed cheek is shoved against the glass of your mask where it rests on the ground, but your eyes remain trained on the mirror.

The image in front of him is so much filthier now. He can see less of you like this, but it doesn’t make it any less appealing. Tsu‘tey looks like an animal in heat, rutting into you as if he aimed to breed, to plant his seed as deep as it could possibly reach. And you, you sinful little thing, have the most blissful expression on your fucked out tawtute [human] face he has ever seen.

The moan that erupts from his throat vaguely sounds like your name before he pushes himself to the base inside you. "Munge tsal [take it]," he grunts, as white hot pleasure seeps from his lower stomach through his cock, before he fills you with it. You hiss as you always do at the familiar feeling of warmth and stickiness, a sound that draws out his pleasure and makes his orgasm feel endless. Tsu‘tey comes until there is nothing left for him to spend, until it leaks around his girth and stains the furs below and he collapses with you.

You are a tangle of limbs, hot, sweaty, and utterly satisfied. By the time he finally catches his breath, softening cock still inside of you, he wraps you in his warm, strong arms. For a moment you weakly pull away in favor of letting him slip out of you and turn, curling up against his chest properly. You lay there in comfortable silence for what feel like hours, before Tsu‘tey glances over your head, his mind finally clearing enough to remember a thing or two from earlier that night. With a sigh, he grumbles in defeat, "I suppose you can keep it."

In the reflection, he watches the way you blink. Confused. "What?"

"Your reflection," he says and then frowns in disappointment as you sit up on your elbows to look at him.

"You mean the mirror?"

"Mirror, yes," he corrects, "You can keep it."

Your eyebrows nearly raise to your sweaty hairline at this and Tsu‘tey can’t help but reach out to touch your smile with his thumb over the glass of your mask as he cups your face, and feels his own smile blossom when you lean into his touch. You happily stretch out your arms before settling down with him again, touching every bit of his skin that you could reach, running your hands over his chest, his abs, touching and being touched, wrapped up in each other. He can’t help but bask in the feeling.

"But there is one condition," he then says, trying to sound sternly, but failing miserably with the way his canine poke out from under his lips that are stretched wide in a grin. Again, you sit up on your elbows, brows wrinkled together as you eye him suspiciously.

"I will only tolerate it as long as you promise me to keep the reflection as sweet as you did tonight, paskalin [honey]."

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