#jakesullydaddy

“Baby girl.. you’re doing that thing again” he giggled. You didn’t realize it but you were gawking. Eyes glued to him. You shook your head away in embarrassment, trying to now hide the cheeks that began to blush. The last thing you needed was for him to grow suspicious of you. “S-sorry” you mutter. “The gun is just so cool”

Jake's laugh turned into a surprised yet satisfying look. Almost as if he were excited that you found his firearm interesting. “Wanna hold it?” He asks. Standing to his feet, holding the gun carefully. Your eyes darted back and forth, a small panic starting to set it. You’ve never held one before - but curiosity got the best of you. “Yeah.. sure”

Jake smiles, handing you the gun. You grab it with both hands, gripping the chunk of metal hard so you don’t drop it. He moves behind you, pushing his back into yours. Your breath caught in your throat, deciding to hold it in out of fear you’d give your arousal away. You watch as his strong arms come from behind you. Pulling the gun up and placing the butt against your shoulder. He positions your right arm under it, wrapping your hands around the trigger mechanism.

“Okay first things first, never put your finger on the trigger unless you’re going to fire. Safety first” he brings his other hand around your left arm, showing you where you grip the barrel. And just like that you were holding a gun. “This is so cool” you say. Looking behind you and up at him with the biggest smile. He returns it, nodding his head that you pay attention.

“See this here” he points to the scope. “Look through that.. tell me what you see” he says. You do as you're told, closing one eye to squint through the scope. Looking closely you can see that it’s focused on a basket. You could see every fiber of the shaven wood, the intricate designs and paints. It was fascinating. “Whoa, Jake, that's so cool! I can see everything!” In the midst of your excitement, you lost your hand placement. Almost dropping the gun on the ground. But Jake was quick, catching it before it fell.

“Sorry!” You say. Letting go of the gun so that he could take it. He smiles, putting it back in its place. “It’s fine, don’t be sorry. Things pretty heavy” he turns his attention back to you, standing tall above you. With the amount of times he’s stood like this in front of you, you’ve been able to memorize every curve of his muscles, every dimple and beauty mark. And just like that you were staring again.

“What’s got you so distracted? Am I pretty or somethin’?” He says. Flexing his biceps to tease you. Causing you to blush once more. “No.. I-I mean yes! Wait no.. that’s not what I meant, you are pretty just not.. pretty pretty..” you struggle to make sense as you always did, blabbering like you were caught in a mountain of lies. “Sorry..” you say, dropping your gaze from his. All Jake could do was laugh, you were always like this. So shy and passive, he was curious if there was a warrior in there. So he often found himself teasing you. Innocent ‘fatherly’ love.

“Y/n relax it was a joke, I know.. dads old.” He walks over to you, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear before leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. To him you thought it was an innocent gesture between the adoptive father and daughter - but to you, you wanted to jump his bones at this very moment. “Right.. I’m uh, gonna go find Kiri” you say. Saying your goodbyes before excusing yourself.

As you walked to your sisters hut, you couldn’t get the thoughts of him pressed against you out of your mind. You’d wished he was pressed against something else. Knowing that you shouldn't be feeling this way, you tried to clear your head before going to Kiri. No longer wanting Jake to be in your mind before you saw her.

Jake was beside himself, he loves teasing you. Playing around until you let that wall down and finally let a laugh loose. He loved seeing you happy and satisfied. He also couldn’t stop thinking about your tiny fingers holding his gun, or the way you giggled when you looked through the scope. This wasn’t the first time something about you made him curious. There were many times about you had him questioning whether or not he was losing his mind. Wondering if he was some sick pervert for finding you to be irresistible. He was married, with children. Not to mention you were 15 years his junior and he was raising you like his own.

He couldn't help the fact that you were in fact not related to him. So he couldn’t control his eyes when they started to wonder. Yes he had Neytiri, and he loved her dearly. But there was just something about you that he couldn’t ignore. Most of the time just like you, choosing to ignore it.

—-

You spent the day with Kiri, making jewelry and talking about anything. You enjoyed your time with her, she reminded you that it was okay to be yourself. Plus you needed something to get your mind off of her father.

The sun had gone away, being hidden by the moon as eclipse set in. Finding your way back home for bed. Neytiri was helping mo’at deliver a baby and since the mother was having a hard time, she gave the family a heads up that you all had to fend for yourselves tonight.

Stepping through the doors of your family home, you walk on light toes, not wanting to wake your brothers. Jake heard your shuffling, waking out of his sleep to see what was going on. You weren’t as silent as you thought you were being.

“Hey” he whispers to you. Waving his hand toward him, signifying to come to him. You were confused for a moment until you saw someone sleeping in your cot. You couldn’t see the body under your blankets. You walked over to him, stepping over Lo’ak until you made your way to Jake. He cups the side of his mouth waving you downward to place your ear within hearing range. You do so, leaning down. “Neteyam has his mate here, her parents don't want them alone” he whispered. “You can sleep here, or with Lo’ak”

You look back at Lo’ak, spread eagle with drool coming from his mouth. Watching in horror as he snores in his sleep, you immediately turn your head towards Jake. “I think I’ll pass on him, are you sure it’s okay for me to crash here?” You whisper. Searching his eyes for any form of doubt.

Jake smiled, opening his blanket for you. His usually heavily armed body now bare with just his loincloth to cover himself. You gulped hard but moved quickly to climb in with him turning your back to him as you slid in beside him. “It’s cold anyways, better to keep each other warm” he says, adjusting his hips away from you. Making you as comfortable as possible. “What about Lo’ak?”

Jake laughs quietly, leaning his head down to whisper in your ear. “Look at him, kid is a furnace” he was right, Lo’ak was always hot, especially at night. There was pretty much a pool of sweat under him even in the chilly weather. You laughed to yourself, laying your head on the pillow below you. “I guess you’re right”

Nuzzling in next to him, you try your best to make yourself smaller. Not wanting to press your body against him. But Jake was right, the night air was freezing and you needed warmth. Jake noticed your shivering and your small hands wrapped around yourself to keep warm. Innocently, he pulls you into him. The action immediately making you panic. “W-what are you doing?” You whisper, attempting to move away from him. “You’re freezing” he says. Keeping you firmly against his body. The warmth from his torso soothes you almost instantly.

You couldn’t deny that the feeling of him pressed against you made your insides tingle. This was the closest you’ve ever been with him, let alone wrapped around in arms to keep warm. Your breaths began to pick up feeling his fleeting muscles relaxed lazily around your waist. The weight of it is like a blanket in itself. Jake noticed the intensity of your breathing. “You alright?” He lifts his head to look at you, leaning up on his arm to see your face. “Y-yes.. I’m fine” you reply. The words you spoke coming out in a stutter.

“Try to get some sleep baby girl” he lays his head back down, leaning forward a bit to rest his head against the back of your neck. There were more things Jake grew curious about when it came to you. It wasn’t just the way you looked or acted, it was your scent as well. Sweet like the morning sun that bloomed fresh spring flowers, earthy like the soil that squished under his feet. The smell of you was intoxicating. When he got a good whiff, he couldn’t help the low groan that came out of his mouth, he was mortified - but by the sound of your slow breathing, you were already fast asleep. His cover remained secure.

Before he knew it he was falling asleep to the smell of you. Pulling you into him as close as he could get you. Soaking in the warmth of your body against his own.

—-

Jake woke in the night from loaks snoring. Throwing a pillow at him to shut up but to no avail. He slumped on his back, irritated since he had a long day ahead of him. But the sun was still asleep, darkness completely engulfing the room around him. He was almost lost in thought until he remembered the much smaller body pressed up against him. Your head nuzzled into his neck, your arms and legs thrown over his torso. He smiled looking down at you, listening to you coo in your sleep. So adorable.

In an attempt to go back to sleep he tried moving you off of him, but this proved to be the wrong move. You pulled him in tighter, moving up just slightly until your lips were inches from his. Your soft breath escaping past your parted lips, bushing over his. His stomach trembled as he watched you, your soft beautiful skin so nice under his touch. He rubbed your shoulder slowly, watching as your lips quivered in your sleep. He thought to himself one kiss wouldn’t hurt. You would never know, it was his only opportunity to act on his strongest desires.

Without thinking he leaned down, planting a soft kiss against your lips. Pulling away quickly. You didn’t wake, still fast asleep against him. He took it as a sign to try once more, one not being enough for him. He kissed you again, pressing more firmly into you. Deepening the kiss as best as he could without waking you. Unconsciously, you leaned into him, moaning into his mouth. The dream you were having about him becoming real as he kissed you softly.

Jake pulls away admiring your face, scanning every inch of it. Your hold tightened around his waist. Gripping his skin with your fingers. His hands roamed too, feeling the small of your back - running small circles with his fingers against you. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Hooking his finger under your loincloth and pulling it down to your ankles. His movements were so gentle that you didn’t rise from your sleep. You shifted a little, turning around until your ass was facing him. Pushing it backwards towards him.

He watched as your cheeks wiggled as you attempted to get closer, every move you made threatening to press against his growing erection. “Fuck” he whispers. Scooting closer to you. Finally breaking that distance in between you. Pressing his cock against your bare ass. He palmed himself, pulling his loincloth to the side as his hard cock strang free. Itching to get the friction that it needed. He needed to fuck you, no matter how wrong it was.

Soft whimpers left your throat. Whatever dream you were having proved to be a wet one. His head spun as the soft sounds left you, only growing his arousal even more.

Gripping his cock at the base, he taps it against your ass lightly. Instantly making him harder. “I want to fuck you.. so bad baby girl” he whispers. Wanting you to just wake up and give it to him. However, he didn’t know if you’d react the way he wanted. You just might freak, waking the entire house. So he moved slowly, sliding his cock in between your legs. The warmth in between them sending a shiver down your spine. “Uhhh..” he moans lowly. His head falling back as your thighs swallowed him.

Jake began to thrust into your thighs slowly, his length so large that his tip and some of the shaft came out on the other side. Pulling all the way back just to slide back in. Suddenly you began to move your hips pushing your ass back towards him. He watched you fuck him with your thighs, his hand gripping your hip as they moved. He leaned up to your ear. “I want you to wake up so daddy can fuck this pussy” he whispered, licking your ear.

You shifted against him. Rising out of your sleep slowly. “Y/n..” he whispered. “Y/n wake up” his hips began to pick up their pace, his orgasm so close but he wanted the real thing. Wanted to feel you tightly wrapped around him as your pussy squeezed his seed out of him until his lungs collapsed. “Come on baby.. wake up for me” your eyes flickered open, feeling groggy as your sleep still consumed you. You weren’t fully awake until you felt hips snapping into you. Looking down only to find a large cock sliding in and out between your legs. Just then you remember who you laid in bed with. Turning your head back to look at him.

“Jake…” you moan. Still wondering if the wet dream you had of him was playing in your head. Like some sort of suck trick. “I need to feel you.. please” he pleads. Gripping the supple skin on your thighs. Halting his thrust as he was close to cumming.

It didn’t take much thinking, this was all you’ve wanted for years. You turn your attention back to his cock, watching as the tip leaked precum. Your hand falling to his length and pumping what you could. “Then take me” you whisper, looking back up at him. Jake crashes his lips into yours, inhaling sharply with the kiss. He threw the blanket off your body, lifting your leg up, his elbow resting under your knee. Your aching pussy now exposed to the cool air. You moan, throwing your head back into his shoulder as you broke the kiss.

Jake's cock stood at attention, probing your entrance. You could feel the tip almost slide when suddenly. Lo’aks snores ceased, causing you both to freeze. You both stared, waiting for him to wake but he never did. Jake took it as his opportunity to continue. Pushing the tip of his cock past your swollen lips, breaking the seal of your hymen. He moans at your tightness, his head falling in the nook of your neck. “I didn’t know you were a virgin baby” you winced at the pain, biting your lip. His girth almost too much for you to handle - but Jake was gentle. Pulling back just a little before sliding more of himself into you. Your pain quickly turned to pleasure, a soft moan leaving your mouth the more he sunk into you.

“Shhh, baby girl.. don’t wanna wake your brothers now do we” he whispered. Sliding completely into you until your ass was flush with his lower belly. You covered your mouth with your hand, attempting to cover up your moans. Your pussy was soaked for him, fluttering around his length. He was so big. Jake felt you squeeze him, pulling out only to deliver the strongest, most firm thrust in creation. The tip of his cock slapping against your cervix. “Uhh!” You moan aloud, quickly covering your mouth to not wake neteyam and Lo’ak. But you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help but think about how wrong this was, how guilty you felt for allowing a married man to find his home between your legs. How could you face Neytiri again?

The thoughts didn’t last long when Jake snaked his large hand around your neck, pulling your head back until your ear was against his lips. “Fuck.. you’re so tight. So fucking tight for me” jakes speed picked up, causing your skin to slap against his. He almost didn’t care to be caught anymore. He was so close and had to feel every inch of you until it was ripped from him. “J-Jake” his name came out stuttered. His pace proving to be too much for you to spreak properly. You could feel your belly tighten below you, your pussy refusing to relax as it squeezed his cock more. You touched yourself enough to know you were close. “I-I’m gonna” you moaned. Pushing your ass back into him.

“Yeah? Gonna cum? I wanna feel it, let me feel it” he moaned. Angling his hips just right, causing your orgasm to run your body like a marathon. You began to shake violently against him as it coursed through you. “C-cu cumming!” You declare. Your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“Ohh yes.. cum. Cum on my cock baby” jakes thrusts became erratic. Only moments away from exploding himself. What sent him over the edge was your tiny hand coming behind you to grip his waist, using your strength to push his hips into you. Wanting him desperately to fill you up. “Gonna make me cum… oh my god baby” he yanks your head back. Kissing you with a feverish pace. “Where do you want it.. tell me” he says. You let out the breath you were holding. Able to answer. “I-inside…” you moan.

Without warning he shoots his load into you. The nerves in his face forcing his eyes shut as he came. He couldn't believe he got to cum inside your pretty little pussy. “F-fuckk uh! Oh yeah.. cuming in this tight little pussy. You feel that? Feel me filling you up? You choke on air, your mouth hanging open as you felt his seed fill your womb. Feeling full finally. “Y-yessss”

His cock twitched inside you, releasing the last of his seed. He continued to shiver against you, leaning down to whisper in your ear softly.

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You’re awoken in the night, goosebumps raising on your skin as calloused fingers glide down your arm. Slowly coming out of the sleep that consumed you, you stretch your arms above your head and turn on your back. Only to be met with the eyes of a hungry man. Jake. 

You huff, running your hand down your face. It was close to impossible to not be frustrated with him, but it's in the middle of the night and he's here when he's supposed to be with his family. His wife.  Irked about the thought, you sit up on your elbows, to which he moves and sits back on the edge of your bed. You were met with silence when you needed an explanation and it only frustrated you further. 

“Jake..” you mumble. “Why are you here?”. If there was nothing telling about his reason for being there, his expression didn't help at all. It was as if he were in pain. Almost like the thought of him not being able to stay away, hurt him just as much. Either way it wasn't the time to sit and figure it out, unfortunately you weren't a mind reader. 

“If you're not gonna say anything then you should leave” you stand to your feet but don't make it far when he stops you. Grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him. He rested his head just below your breasts, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping you cemented to his body. Not knowing what to do with your hands - or the sudden intrusion, you rest them on his shoulders. The room is silent with only the subtle sound of your breathing. 

He speaks, or rather mumbles. “I just need you right now” lowering your head, you respond. “I can't hear you, Jake”. Suddenly he lifts his head, looking you dead in the eyes. His expression is unchanging and probably filled with more agony than you expected. “Can we just stay like this? Please?” 

The mind games were becoming something you couldn't handle. It was difficult enough running around the village knowing you’re currently fucking a married man. The Olo’eyktan rather. So, it didn't help when he did things like this. Most days it was at least bearable and a little too easy to hide the facts. But then he goes and does this, making it all too real. Shoving his shoulders back lightly, you push away from him. 

“I can't do this right now”. You say, turning your back to him. He stands to his feet, grabbing your inner arm and spinning you around. He crashes his mouth into yours, pushing his tongue past your lips, breaking every boundary you've tried to set.  His large hands engulf your head, keeping you in place as he devours you. At first you fought against him, pushing your hands into his chest, only he didn't falter. He barely budged. And then you began to melt as you always did. Working your lips with him as your hands come up and tangle in his hair. Bending his knees, he slid his hands down your waist, to the back of your knees and hoists your legs around his waist. Before you know it, you're being placed on your bed with him between your legs as he attacked every exposed area or your skin. 

“Jake..” you moan. He looks up at you, traveling down your core, getting dangerously close to your pussy. 

He says hoarsely. “Yes, baby?” planting a soft, wet kiss above your navel as he holds eye contact. Your breath catches in your throat while you watch, your throat suddenly becoming too dry to speak. He notices, and he smiles. He fucking smiles because he knows exactly what hes doing to you. He starts to go lower and you let him, watching as your legs part naturally. Your head falls back against the soft bed, your eyes glued to the ceiling as you try to focus on other things. Finding a string hanging from the roof, you decide that that was going to be your saving grace. Until a fat, wet tongue separates your thick folds. You moan, loudly - your head shooting up to watch. Moaning into your pussy, Jake works your clit, rubbing tight little circles against the sensitive bud. To make things worse, he's watching you. To see how quickly he can make you come undone on his tongue. It was like a sick game to him. A game that you had no intention of being a part of. Initially at least. But now, he was the headmaster and you were just a piece in his game. 

He flattens his tongue and slides it over your hole, coming back up only to flick it off the top of your clit. The motion has you panting, and your belly curling as you meet his licks with your hips. He does this repeatedly until you're on the edge, allowing you to set the pace with your hips. 

“You’re gonna come” he states. And it wasn't a question. He can see it all over your face and in your body how hard you were going to unravel. So he doesnt stop, he keeps going. Wrapping his lips around your swollen bud and sucking lightly. Bringing his hands up he grabs your perked nipples between his fingers and tugs softly, just enough to send a shock right to your core. 

“Oh!” you moan.  Unable to form words at this point as he sucks a little harder, flicking his tongue at the same time. 

“Come” he demands, breaking suction briefly. “Come all over daddy's tongue baby”. 

And you do, you come hard as you scream his name. Trapping his head between your legs as your pussy convulsed around nothingness. Oh, how you wished it was his cock. 

He moans into your pussy, still sucking. You attempt to shove him out from in between your legs, because at this point the overstimulation was becoming too much - but he keeps you there. Holding your hips down as he sucks hard on your pussy. You cry out, bucking your hips one last time. And just when you didn't think it was possible, you come again. Jerking and moaning in a way you didn't recognize. It was almost animalistic and if it didn't feel so good, borderline embarrassing. He looks up at you, finally breaking the suction as your legs fall heavily to the side, bringing himself up to his knees. Placing one hand on each side of your waist, he comes down on you, giving you a wet and sloppy kiss. Pushing all of your sweet juices down your throat. 

“See how fuckin’ good you taste?” he says, coming back to kiss you again, touching every part of your tongue with his, while you turn to jelly beneath him. 

And just like that, as if there were never a thought in the world about why you couldn't be with him. He reeled you back in with a hard metal chain around your throat. But the worst of all, was that you didn't mind that chain. It felt more like home than a prison. Despite the person who controlled it. Your situation with Jake was far more complicated than words could explain, but right now in this moment as you lay soaking wet and throbbing, with the sweet taste of your sex in your mouth. None of that mattered. The reality of it would hit you sooner rather than later, just as it always does. So why not let this feel good. Why not allow yourself to be controlled when deep down that's all you've ever wanted with him. Frankly you made that decision the moment you chose to sleep in his bed rather than Lo’ak’s. The decision had already been made when you let him come inside you in the forest, It was already too late for self pity. 

Rolling out from underneath him, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand; keeping your back turned to him out of fear of seeing his expression. Grabbing your shall off the back of your chair, you throw it around your shoulders and walk to your door. Jake watched you intently, having no clue what was going through your head, or why you chose to get up and walk away from him. Despite all his lingering questions, he kept silent. Opening the flap to your hut, you turn to him, your head downcast as the guilt slowly starts to creep in. 

“Please leave” you say. His eyes pop out of his head in confusion. 

“What? Why?” he asks. Unsure how to handle your rejection or even understand where it's coming from. 

“Jake, please just go” 

He stands to his feet, his arms outstretched at his sides. Silently sending you a plea. 

“We're not doing this again y/n” he steps closer. “For fucks sake stop shutting me out” 

For a moment his words stuck with you. For a moment you wanted to forget the fact that you were doomed. You wanted to forget the fact that his wife would quite literally murder you if she ever found out about what you were doing behind her back. This was wrong - but you hated how good it felt. You couldn't help but wonder why the worst things for you, bring so much pleasure. 

Having no more reason to sit like this with him in your face, you make a quick decision. 

“This is my hut, and I want you to leave. '' Your voice shook like a leaf and you only hoped that he didn't catch on to the lack of confidence that you displayed. He steps closer, breaking the space between you until he is standing right in front of you. He touches your cheek with this thumb, so softly that you couldn’t have imagined it being there, it sent an obvious shiver down your spine. 

“You want me to leave?” he whispers, his voice strong and taunting. Watching your trembling lips. Delivering an audible gulp you nod your head all while avoiding eye contact. Another indicator that you were full of shit. He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his hand slowly slides down the inside of your waist. He whispers. 

“I don't believe you”. Warm air brushes against your neck as he slowly plants a kiss to your skin. Shutting your eyes, you remain still. Standing your ground, regardless of how you felt. He stands up to his full height, looking at you as you keep your eyes glued shut. He lets out a loud sigh and steps away, his hand reaching for the door flap. Moving out of his way, you step away from the entrance with your back to him. He was just about to leave before he stopped for a moment to look at your back. 

“Family dinner tonight, everyone is expecting you to be there” he pauses for a moment, waiting for a response. “Including me” he follows up. Only to be met with silence. 

Putting his head down he says firmly. 

“Come, or dont come. The fuck does it matter anymore. You clearly have your mind made up”. 

Fuming by his nasty comment that was completely uncalled for, you were prepared to give him a piece of your mind but when you finally decided to turn around, he was gone. The flap to your hut slowly blows in the morning breeze, sunrise just now creeping through the trees. To your surprise this disappointed you, almost as if you wanted him to stay and fight. To convince you to let go and allow this to happen. But who were you kidding? This whole situation just proved to you why this can’t continue. So you just hoped that finally, you could both move on. Only you don't know how wrong you truly are. 

–

You spent all morning and afternoon keeping yourself away from your “family”. When Kiri came by looking for a rope to borrow, you profess to be asleep rather than speaking to her. Because you knew that pretending to be normal around her wouldn't work. Somehow she knew everything, and if you were trying to hide something, she would figure it out. 

Hiding out for the day worked, but the sun began to set far too quickly for you. Eclipse meant dinner time and dinner time meant the Sully’s - which was not something that you were prepared for. But you knew sooner or later that they would begin to grow suspicious of your actions, especially Lo’ak and Neteyam. You were all so close and you couldn't help but think that your absence had begun to cross their minds. 

Swallowing the horse pill that were your thoughts, you decide what better time to pretend for once that everything in fact is normal. To sit with the family that took you in when you had no one. To laugh and giggle with the boys you grew up with. Braiding Tuk’s hair while Kiri put new beads in yours. It hurt to sit and think of these moments, the moments that were ripped away the second you laid your head down with a man that was forbidden. One part of you hates the fact that you will never have another ‘normal’ moment with him and his family but the other part of you doesn’t care and hopes that it changed for the better. But even in a perfect world it comes with consequences, and too bad that this world was far from perfect. 

Looking out the door you see that the eclipse had set and it was time to make your way to the Sully’s. Chalking it up you waste no more time, fixing your hair because why not, and heading out of your hut. 

The air was cold and sharp, making you wrap your arms around yourself to keep warm. The chill was eerie considering it was in the middle of summer and this wasn’t typical weather for this time of year. You almost couldn't help but think it was a bad omen for attending this dinner. Either way you continued along the path to their family hut, hoping and praying to Eywa that this would be the least painful encounter ever. 

Your heart started to pound when the large six person home started to appear behind the thick brush in the forest. Your palms sweat the closer you got, your throat thick and closing as it dried up. 

“Deep breath y/n” you whisper to yourself. “Deep breath” 

Standing in front of the door, you fiddle with your fingers. Trying to think of every possible excuse as to why you couldn't attend. Turning around you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. 

You didn't know why but you began to count. 

One.. two, three 

“Just.. open the door” 

One.. Fuck, two…. Thre- 

Before you could think of the last number the hut door flew open behind you. Jumping at the sudden sound you turn to find Neteyam standing in the doorway. A look of concern on his face. You attempt to fix your expression, flashing him a weak smile. 

“Hey sis..” he says casually. Stepping towards you on the porch. 

“Aren't you coming in?” 

Subconsciously you take a step back, which didn't go unnoticed by Neteyam. His smile falls and he steps back, looking at you as if he were hurt and confused. 

This isn't how this is supposed to be. Neteyam isn't the problem and really, he was your best friend. And you were neglecting him. Trying to break the tension, you laugh. Stepping into him to pinch his nipple. Something you did to him when you were younger and much stronger. But that all changed when he became a man. 

“Twisted nip!” you shout, running past him into the common area. He laughs, caught off guard but not completely unexpected. It actually made him smile to see you goof around in the way that you usually do considering he hasn't seen you, let alone spent time with you. He chases you inside and you could feel him on your heels, heavy with his steps and quick as always. Giggling you turn to be met with a hard chest and strong hands gripping your arms. Looking up you lock eyes with Neteyam, his face unusually close to yours. He was panting and smiling down at you as he held you in place. His hot breath brushing across your cold skin from the night air. 

You stared up at his big yellow eyes and he stared down at yours. You could hear his heartbeat, it was loud and wonton. 

This was strange and wrong and the last thing that you needed was to involve yourself with Jake's son. It was bad enough that you and his father have done forbidden things, you didn't need double trouble with a dad and son scenario. Usually physical touch from him didn't make you bat and eye, but this time was different. It felt good. Keeping eye contact with him you flinch, noticing his face getting closer to yours. Your eyes darted from his lips, to his eyes that were now heavy. 

“What the fuck is happening?!” 

You thought to yourself, screaming internally and panicking at how close he was to you. You should not be able to smell him, to feel his heartbeat, to feel his touch. But even despite all that, you didn't move. As his face got closer you didnt move. Closing your eyes softly you hold your breath, wishing this moment away, bracing yourself for impact. 

A throat clears from behind you, causing Neteyam to jump and let you go. He steps back, wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs, coughing loudly at the sudden intrusion. He stood frozen as if his eyes were going to fall straight from their sockets. 

“Dad!” he says. Backing away from you. 

You turn, only to be met with Jake holding a large bowl of unshelled telu. 

Your favorite. 

He looks between you and his son, trying to decipher what it was that he just walked in on. Neteyam audibly gulps, coming up to stand next to you. 

“Telu.. y/n its your favorite” Neteyam says. Quickly changing the subject. His aura changed as his father watched him. Staying silent as he grilled into his son. Neteyam could sense the tension and turns to you.

“Sis.. it's good to see you, I'm gonna go help mom with the rest of the meal” he turns to Jake. “Dad,” he says flatly as he dismisses himself. Jake looks to you, searching for an answer but you just dropped your head because there wasn't one. You and Neteyam almost kissed, it was exactly what it looked like, it wasn't like you were going to come out and say it. Taking your silence for face value, Jake walks past you into the separate cooking area of the hut. The only place in the whole home that was completely separate from the rest. It was where the dishes were prepped and the trash was disposed of. You know now why Jake has a large bowl of telu in his hands. He must have been the one to orchestrate the dinner. 

You turn to walk into the family room but are stopped by your name being called. 

“Y/n can you give me a hand please?” Jake calls to you. Shaking your head you reluctantly made your way through the beaded curtain. Finding Jake standing at the tall wooden island as he shelled telu. Walking over to the side of him, you take a hand full and begin to assist him. Peeling and de-veining the insect.The room was silent as you both said nothing, only the sound of the shells falling to the ground filled the void around you. 

Jake didn't even steal a glance your way, he was too focused on preparing the food properly. So you thought, great. He's finally let off and realized that it would never work between the two of you. There may have been a little light at the end of the tunnel. That was until you're being shoved up against the wall, being held back by strong arms. When you look up, the wind knocks out of you, you’re met with the fiery gaze of a man who's had enough. Whose demons got the better of them and they couldn't give a shit where their decisions get them. 

Struggling against him you shove his chest. “Get off.. What are you doing? Anyone coul-” you say in a hushed tone. But he cuts you off, ignoring you, burning holes into your head as he breathes deeply. Still struggling against him. 

“Jake” 

“Stay still” he demands. Brushing a stay piece of hair off of your forehead and behind your ear. He lowers his head slowly, brushing his lips against your jaw. In response your breathing becomes ragged. It was impossible to be complacent. You were never able to control yourself with him once he started. Which is why he always finished. 

“Tell me what that was about, with Neteyam” he whispers into your ear. Sending an obvious shiver down your spine. His actions confused you, trailing his rough hands all the way up the sides of your waist, making sure to apply the perfect amount of pressure. Was he trying to punish you? Or fuck you. Whatever the answer was, the way he touched you made no sense. 

“I-it's nothing.. He was ju-” he cuts you off mid sentence, nipping at your ear. He growls. “Don't lie to me”. 

“I know what I saw, now tell me” 

Your back began to ache as he put his body weight on you, your breathing became labored. He notices your struggle and lifts you up from behind your legs, turning you both around and setting your bottom on top of the wooden island. Nestling himself between your legs. 

He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. 

“Tell me..” he says roughly, brushing his lips against yours. You let out a ragged breath, leaning forward looking for his lips. You just couldn't help yourself. He chuckles. 

“Naughty girls don't get kissed” he leans away, stroking the tops of your thighs painfully slow. “Are you going to tell me? Or do I have to fuck it out of you?” Your mouth hangs open as you gape at him. Completely caught off guard by his use of obscenities. It wasn't like him. With a rumble in his chest he snatches you off the island and quickly spins you around, shoving your chest down against the cold wood. You yelp as he lands a hard hand against your ass. Gripping the edge of the island you attempt to turn to him, but it was no use. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he leans down, growling lowly in your ear. 

“You can fight this all you want, your need for me” he pauses, planting a soft kiss to your exposed throat. “But I can see it in your eyes baby, how much you want me” 

You hated how right he was. It infuriated you that he knew what the inside of your head sounded like. He knew what you were thinking before you even thought of it yourself. But you couldn't help it. There was no explanation to understand, other than the fact that the two of you were very sexually compatible. You opened your mouth to speak but were quickly silenced. 

“Ma Jake? Where's the telu?” 

You froze, still as a board hearing Neytiri's voice. And you at least expected Jake to do the same. But he didn't. Snaking his hand around your hip he finds your center, offering a light tap as he whispers in your ear. 

“Might want to be quiet baby.. Wouldn't want my wife to hear” 

It's been settled. Jake is a sick fuck. He clearly gets off on this, you had only wished that it would turn you off. But it's doing the complete opposite. A squeak gets past your lips and he slaps his hand over your mouth. 

“Shh” he whispers in your ear. Pinching the swollen flesh in between your legs, causing you to buckle. His hot breath fans across your ear. 

“You're making me so hard right now” he shoves his pelvis into you, and you found his words to be true. His hard cock pressed into your center which made you let out a muffled groan as his hand stayed firm against your mouth. 

“Jake! Telu!” Neytiri repeats. And you could have sworn that you heard her footsteps drawing near, but they soon faded. “Give me one second babe!” he shouts, while the hand on your pussy sped up. Rubbing small tight circles against your covered clit. 

“Jake.. we need to stop!” you whisper yell, pushing against him to get him off of you, but the more you shoved, the harder he got and the more his cock pressed its way into you. A groan leaves his chest as he spins you around, working quickly to take your pants down. You fight to wiggle out of his grip, but he's too fast; pulling down the sides of your top and exposing your swollen and perked nipple. He offers you no time in between before he covers your breast with his mouth and sucks hard. Hungry for your flesh like a predator in the night. Your head fell back, hands gripping his shoulders as he ravaged your chest. You began to shake, toes curling as his frim tongue lapped at the raised piece of flesh. Sucking your bottom lip into your mouth to muffle your strained cries. He comes off with a pop, licking his lips before he covers your mouth with his, moaning into you. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, falling for his trap and putting yourself in an even worse position than before, you were about to get fucked in your family home, by the man of the house himself. Willingly you spread your legs farther, opening as wide as you could while his hands worked at untying the strings. Your hands did the same, pulling his cock free from its shackles and palming him the second it was set loose. He moans softly, gripping your face with his hand,  he looks you deep in the eye while you deliver short pumps with your fist. He sucks in air through his teeth and his brows form in the middle of his forehead. 

“Fuck..” he moans, never breaking eye contact. Leaning up to him you lick his bottom lip. “Fuck baby” he moans again. Softly and quietly out of fear of being heard. 

Somehow in the middle of this he got yout bottoms off, you only knew that because his cock was poking at your entrance as you pumped him. Slowly you let go,  scooting to the end of the island and resting your hands behind you for leverage. He takes a step closer, closing that last bit of space as he pushes just the tip in. You both breathe in, locking eyes with each other as he slowly slides the rest in. Placing your hand on his lower belly you give yourself more room. But he worked against you, shoving the remainder of his hard cock in. 

“Oh!” you shout. Quickly covering your mouth with your hand. He smiles at you and whispers. “Good girl, now watch daddy fuck this pretty pussy” doing as your told you keep your hand pressed firmly to your mouth, looking behind you to look for anyone that may be lurking in the shadows. When you see nothing you turn back to him, looking down to where his beautiful cock filled you up. 

Brows pinches and breathing labored, you watched as he slowly withdrew, only to return and snap his hips into you firmly. Jake gripped your hips, hard enough to leave marks for the morning. And began fucking you like you wanted, no matter how hard you tired to deny it. 

“Fuck.. so wet” he moans, taking his thumb and rubbing small circles on your clit. 

Your hips met his as he picked up the pace, sweat beading on his forehead. Your belly tight, you could feel yourself getting close as your walls fluttered around him. Taking his palm, Jake pressed firmly on your lower belly, angling his hips just right as he repeatedly hit that spot. He knew he found it when your eyes crossed and your breathing stopped. Holding onto his forearm you buck your hips into his, mouthing to him that you were close. He kept the pace, his balls tightening as he felt your pussy squeeze him, he tried to hold off for as long as he could. But he was going to explode. 

“Is daddy gonna make you come? Hm?” biting your lips you look up at him, frantically nodding. “Then come” he demands. Fucking you so fast that it was the only sound you heard in the small room. Someone was for sure going to hear. 

Holding on for dear life you come all over his cock just like he told you to. Your body shakes and convulses, causing his balls to draw up and let go, shooting his seed deep inside you. Holding on to him he shoves his cock inside one last time and quickly draws out. He watched as your pussy contracts and squirts while his come drips out of your swollen heat. He couldn't believe his eyes, mesmerized as you shook with pleasure in front of him as you tried to prevent yourself from collapsing. He draws in, gripping the back of your neck while your pussy drips all over the floor beneath the two of you. He kisses you roughly before pulling away. 

“Fuck me, I wish you could of seen that pussy cry for me” 

You let out a strained whimper as he sets you down on the ground. Quickly tying your top and bottoms and doing the same for himself. And just like clock work, Neytiri comes in, red and fuming at Jake, completely oblivious to what just happened. 

“So you're deaf now? What the hell happened to my telu!” she shouts at him. Standing silently and internally panicking. You fix your hair and grab the bowl of telu that sat half shelled and smile at her. “I'll handle the rest” you say, turning without another word and walking out the room. You thought for a moment that you could hear her slap him. And for a second you hoped she did. 

–

8 weeks later…

“Y/n?” Kiri says as he pokes her head into your hut. No one has seen or heard from you in weeks. 

As she rounds the wall covering your bed, she finds you curled up in your bed, half naked and sweating. 

“Eywa” She exclaims, coming to sit near you. You looked pale and sickly. 

Touching her hand to your forehead you groan, sitting up only to hurl over the side of your bed. When you were finished you fell back onto your bed, looking up at her. 

“Kiri,” you whisper. Lips chapped and dry. Her eyes darted out of her head, trying to find the issue. She plants her hands on your belly, having one of those sneaking suspicions that she always does. Which is why it was impossible to hide anything from her. She listens closely, closing her eyes for only a brief moment and that's when she heard it. 

Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. 

The soft sound of a strong healthy heart growing inside you. 

She removes her hand from your belly as if it burned her and she stared at you in shock. 

“Kiri? What is it?” you ask weakly, sitting up as you hold up your body with your hands. 

“Y/n” she says in shock. Taking far too long to answer you. But you wait patiently anyway. She pauses and grabs your hand and offers you a short smile that never reaches her eyes. 

“Y/n… you're pregnant” 

You stare at her wide eyed, unable to process what she just said. 

“What?!” you shout, and after that you remember nothing as the room around you goes black. 

He sat silently, dropping his eyes to the table below him. Rolling a piece of food around on his plate.

“Ma Jake… we should let her. She is a woman now” Neytiri says. Placing her hand on his shoulder and flashing you a wide smile. All you could do was look away, you havent been able to look at her since you fucked her husband. The best thing you could do was hang your head in shame in hopes that she just brushed it off for your usual behavior. Jake said nothing, nodding his head as he continued to play with the food on his plate. This whole ordeal was entirely too much for you to handle.

You stand to your feet.

“I'm gonna… go get some fresh air.” you say awkwardly. Neyrtiri nods her head, seemingly oblivious to what was going on - and for a half of a second, you could see Jake out of the corner of your eye, watching you as you left. For a moment you thought that look on his face.. Was sadness.

Jake watched you as you left, the sounds of chatter going on around him completely muffled as he experienced tunnel vision. All he saw was you, all he wanted was you. It pained him to think that he would rather risk losing everything, if it meant that you would stay. He knew that it was unrealistic - but he couldn't help himself. For what felt like forever. He sat and listened to his family, laughing and joking around, unlike him. He couldn't focus.

He helped clean up, seeing the kids and Neytiri off to bed. Removing his hunting gear from his body and taking his hair down for the night. He stood at the door watching the moon as it sparkled, with nothing but you on his mind.

“Ma Jake..” Neytiri whispers behind him, causing him to jump. “Are you coming to bed?”

How could he sleep in that bed? Knowing what he did there? How could he sleep knowing his baby girl is out there, alone and cold and probably just as troubled as he was? How could he?

He turns to her, giving her a half smile.

“I should go find y/n.. It's getting late” he leans over, placing a light peck to her cheek. “I love you Neytiri” She smiles, rubbing his cheek with her hand, before turning to go back to bed. Jake's heart ached as he watched her walk away. But he had to solve this. If it meant that you would be happy, then he would let you go. He just needed to make sure. He leaves the family hut and makes his way around the village, searching for you but keeps coming up short.

“Where the hell is she?” he says to himself. Just then, he turns his head. A small path of footprints leading to the edge of the forest. He could tell by how close together the steps were that it was you. He's spent countless days walking behind you counting those steps. Your short legs always slowing you down unlike most Na’vi. He took a deep breath, turning to follow them.

—

The air was cold and crisp. Your lungs began to hurt from the piercing cold. But you would rather tolerate this than going back to that hut to face everyone that lived in it. Freezing to death didn't seem so bad when you compared the two.

You sat looking at the moon, closing your eyes briefly to smell the wet soil around you. The blooming flowers sprouting their buds filling your nose with a sweet and tender smell. For a moment, you almost forgot that you were completely doomed. That is until you heard footsteps approaching and a twig snapping under that person's weight. You turn your head sharpy, squinting your eyes to focus them in the darkness. Only for your face to fall the second you saw him. You turn away.

“Why did you have to come here?’ you ask, your words were cold and dismissive. Why couldn't he just get the hint? You came out here to be alone, not to be bothered into talking about what was going on in your head. plus .. out of all people, he should be the one to know. His steps slowed, stopping a few feet from you to give you space. He cleared his throat.

“Just came to see if you were okay.. It's late y/n” he says. His words were soft unlike yours, so you instantly beat yourself up for being so rude to him. But you had every right to be short with him. This was a situation that wasn't light on your heart. You loved him and yet you knew that you'd be breaking up an entire family if anyone were to find out. You turn to him, tears already in your eyes.

“How can you just sit there and act like everything could possibly be normal?” Your voice was shaky, the tears falling to your cheeks as quickly as they filled the corner of your eyes. Your emotions breaking free as you looked at him. The sight of you was like stones in his heart. Without another second he's soon kneeling down next to you, taking your face in between his hands.

“Hey.. hey. I don't expect you to act like things are normal. What we did… wasn't normal” he pauses, pushing your head up to get you to look in his eyes. “But I don't regret a single second of it”

“If you want to go, I won't stop you. Just please.. Please don't shut me out” his voice began to quiver as he spoke. He would hate to lose you completely, he didn't care if he never got to touch you again, as long as he was able to stay by your side. Your tears fell effortlessly, you didn't really want to leave - but considering the circumstances you really had no choice. You couldn't stay in the same home of the married man that you slept with.

Jake's heart broke watching you cry. You were usually strong and resilient. This wasn't something that he was used to. As your sobs got stronger, he couldn't help the feet that moved him closer to you. Cupping your face in his hands and pulling your face up to his. You looked at him, eyes filled with tears, unable to catch your breath.

“Baby girl” he whispered. His face getting closer to yours, closing any space that might have been between you two. You looked up at him doe eyed, eyes glossed over as you cried. You couldn't help but to melt into him. Allowing him to embrace you.

“Kiss me, one last time” he says to you. Wrapping his hands around your waist to pull you in closer. Your eyes darted back and forth between his, your lips slightly parted, breathing heavily as your chest pressed firmly against his. He removed one hand from your waist, bringing it up to caress your cheek. His brows pinched together in agony. Leaning up on your tiptoes, you kiss him softly. Moving your lips against his as if they belonged there.

Something that was supposed to be a kiss goodbye, turned into you pressing tightly against him, stealing every last breath from his lungs as you kissed him. Quickly, his breaths became labored, his strong arms pulling you in closer as if you weren't close enough. There was nothing that could do to justify the distance. His lips danced with yours effortlessly, his tongue slipping passed your slightly parted lips. Forcing his tongue to fight for dominance over yours. He moaned softly into your mouth, leaning down slightly, wrapping his hands under your ass and pulling you up to straddle his waist. It took no effort for him to have you under him, surrounded by a large tree, soft moss delicately caressing your skin underneath you.

“J-jake .. we can't” your mouth tries to say, but your body is saying the complete opposite.

“I want you..” he returns another kiss, this time traveling down your neck and soon reaching your collarbone. “...please baby” he wanted to fight with everything in him not to have you this way - but he couldn't resist it any longer. His hands moved quickly, working against the strings of your loincloth and growing frustrated when they wouldn't corroborate so instead he hooks his fingers under the band of it, pulling it down past your hips and off your ankles. Your body didn't hesitate to work with him, swiftly kicking the flimsy fabric off your feet and away from you on the ground.

You moaned into him, feeling his hands grip the plump flesh of your thighs and pulling you into him from under your knees. Your breath caught in your throat with his fast and sudden movements. His much larger frame towering over you as he worked to remove his loincloth. Next thing you know, it's off. Being thrown to the ground next to yours.

“Let daddy make you feel good, one last time” he groaned. “Make you cum on my cock again.” Positioning himself at your entrance. Out of embarrassment, for being in this situation once more - and willingly at that. You attempted to cover your face, bringing your hands up to hide your furiously blushing cheeks. Almost instantly he removed them, holding them down in front of you. “Don’t hide that pretty face” he demanded. His voice sounded demonic, his arousal slowly taking over him. Your submissive behavior setting a fire deep within him.

You watched from below him as he pumped his member, hallowing his cheeks to collect saliva. A long rope of the fluid coming from behind his lips. Spitting on your pussy. He began to align himself at you entrance, until you stopped him, placing your hands over his.

“Wait! Stop! We can't do this Jake” (reader really pissin me off.. Just take the dick babe). He looked down at you with heavily lidded eyes, already too deep into it. Leaning down, planting his hands on both sides of your head. He leaned into you, kissing you softly. “You really want me to stop?” he whispers. Placing another kiss to you, this time right above your breast. “Are you sure?” he takes his tongue, licking a long stripe up the center of your neck and up your chin. Coming off the top with a ‘flick’. You couldn't help the moan that came out of your throat. His wet warm tongue making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He smiled to himself. Leaning up from his position.

“if you say so.” He shrugs, moving to leave from in between your legs. Suddenly you stop him, losing all control of your morals at this point.

“wait .. please” you plead, grabbing his arm to stop him. He halts his movements, returning to his position.

“Please” you repeat.

“Please what baby girl?” he says. Was he really going to make you say it? You gulp hard. Your throat dry from breathing too heavily.

“...please daddy?”

He smiles to himself. Lifting you off the ground in one swift move, placing you on his lap where his hard throbbing cock pressed against the front of your belly.

“Say it like you mean it” he demands. Suddenly grabbing your queue and forcing your head down to attach your neck with his lips. Between his cock pressed against your belly and his lips on your throat. You couldn't focus.

“Say it” he demands once more, forcing your head back even further.

“F-fuck!” You groan. Pinching the skin on his shoulders, the grip he had on your hair sharing a mixture between pain and pleasure. His eyes widen, never before hearing such a word out of your mouth, slapping your face seductively.

“Yeah? You wanna curse at me? Okay”

Out of nowhere he flips you on all fours, delivering a firm slap to your ass. The skin of your ass recoiling with the force.

“Say it!”

You shudder under him, his hand now pressing your face firmly into the damp moss beneath you. Until you finally succumbed.

“S-shit.. P-please daddy! Fuck me like your little slut!” you had no clue what you were saying. All you wanted was for him to fuck the stupid right out of you. One last time right?

His hand loosens on your head, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your throbbing, dripping pussy.

“Good fucking girl” he growled, sinking himself into you. There was no coaxing himself into it. No. he was balls deep right from the jump. His head fell back as your tight pussy gripped his cock. Your walls squeezing him until it took the air right out his lungs.

“Mm yes! So deep!” you moan, pushing your pelvis back into his. He denied you any fiction at first. Then pulls out, only to force his cock well past your cervix.

“Mm yeah?… you like my dick deep like that?” he says. Delivering the slowest, sloppiest strokes in existence. “Fuck baby.” he grips your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch himself embedded inside you.

“Whose pussy is this? Hm?”

“Y-yours! It's yours daddy!”

“Oh fuck baby” he whimpers, your pussy dripping, leaving nothing but a snail trail of your slippery sex on him. “So fucking… w-wet”

His thumb finds your asshole, taking the flat of his thumb to rub small and short circles on the rim. The ultimate pleasure. Your knees began to buckle under you, your nails filled with dirt as you gripped the earth under you.

“G-gonna cum!” your orgasm was soon approaching as he teased your tight hole. A virgin back there. Suddenly he presses his thumb into it, the tip of his digit slipping past the tight entrance.

“Oh my god!” you shout. Thrown over the edge as he popped your ass cherry. “fuck ..f-fuck! Daddy!”

He spits inside your ass, fucking your pussy as the same time. “Yes.. take it like a good girl baby”

Your orgasm crashed through you with force. Knocking all sense out of you as you came. You shook violently. Squirting into the ground. The force of our cum hitting the dirt with a ‘hissing’ sound.

“Oh god! You squirt? Fuck yes..” his thrusts became erratic and stuttered. The grip your pussy had on his cock, forcing his release right out of him.

Suddenly he pulls out gripping your hair and pulling you around to face him.

“Open your fuckin mouth baby” he demands, pumping the head of his swollen head right in front of your face. You do as you're told, opening your mouth as well as sticking your tongue out. The sight of you overwhelming him.

“Oh yes.. J-just like that.. G–gonna make daddy come baby” he abused his cock, fucking himself with force, desperate to come. You had to help him, leaning forward you place our tongue on the tip of his dick. Finally bringing it out of him.

“f-fuck .. oh fuck” he whimpers, realsing his hot steamy seed deep down your throat. The last rope of it hitting your tonsils. He watched as you closed your mouth around his cock, swallowing every last drop of him as you sucked him dry.

“Ohhh goddd” he moans, shaking from overstimulation. He couldn't take it anymore, too sensitive for you to continue. But you hollow your cheeks, sucking hard until his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He had to pull you away, grabbing you by your hair and forcing you off his cock with a ‘pop’

“Jesus christ babe! F-fuck” he stuttered. Looking down at you with the most sinister look.

Walking out of your hut, basket in hand to collect herbs for the day you run face first into a solid form. The wind knocked out of you as the basket you were holding tumbles to the ground.

“I’m sorry!” you shout, without looking up at the stranger. Or so you thought. Bending down you reach for your basket, only for your hands to be swallowed with much larger ones gently placed on top of yours. Looking down at those hands, you recognize the bracelet that you yourself made for the person you found dearest to your heart. The one you've been working day in and day out to avoid. Those were the beads and woven tree bark that you spent countless hours on that you would recognize anywhere. It was Jakes. Jumping back you remove your hands from his, your shawl falling to your sides as you stand straight, looking him in his face. At first you didn't know what to expect. You half expected to see an expression of anger, or agony. Maybe even confusion, but when your eyes locked on his face, you found that he wasn't looking at yours in return. His eyes locked solid on the little bump that had begun to form in your lower belly, an expression painted as horror on his face. Your heart drops as you meet his eyes, quickly looking away and covering yourself with your shawl. This should be the moment where you explain, where you begin to sob and clarify your absence for these last several weeks. But as usual he stole your breath with just one look. And before you could react or form a solid thought, Jake places one palm against your belly, the other against your lower back, keeping you steady and pushes you backwards into your hut. The beaded curtain falling loudly into place behind him.

You both stood silently, the only sound was your heavy breathing as he searched your face for an answer. But he quickly realized that he wasn't going to find one considering you've been avoiding him for weeks. He looks down at his hand placed firmly on your belly, his hips flush with yours. He gulps, looking at you.

“Baby,” he shakes his head. “What is this?”. His hand on your belly shakes as he feels the tiny bump. You shook your head with shame, putting your head down as the embarrassment settled in the deepest pit of your stomach. Pinching your chin between his fingers, he lifts your face to his.

“What is this?” he repeats. Removing his hand from your chin and placing it back on your belly. Quickly, without another thought, you slap his hands away, turning your back to him. He was taken aback by the sudden action so he just stood there. Far more confused than he was before. He steps closer, but careful not to get too close out of fear that you'll bolt.

“Baby, a-are you pregnant?” you don't respond, wrapping your arms around your torso. Jake begins to panic. As a father of three he knew what a healthy growing bump looked like. And he’d bet his hat that what he was seeing is as true as it can get.

“It's mine isn't it?” He takes another step. “Tell me, please”

There was a long pause as you wracked your brain for an explanation. A part of you wanted to blurt the truth, to set yourself free from the restraints of this intricate secret. But to allow Jake to know the truth would be accepting your fate all too easily. It just wasn't that simple. Wiping your tears with the back of your hand you gather enough courage to turn and face him. The once emotional and sorrow filled woman now replaced with the emotions of someone who has already lost everything. Swallowing thickly you look at him, your feelings never wavering,

“It's not yours,”

The air ran still, the sounds of nature drowning out your thoughts of self sabotage. You didn't know where you were taking this situation but you didn't care, either. You thought anything could be better than him knowing the truth of your conception but the look on his face when you dropped those words on him said something else. Maybe he does care enough to raise a child with you and you weren't just a hot piece of flesh for him when he craved it most. You knew well enough that it will never be the way you envisioned but it wouldn't hurt to daydream, especially in a time like this. And for that reason alone it gave you enough strength to stand tall and end everything, if it meant it was protecting your child. The life growing inside you was all you had left now.

Standing tall, refusing to hide your small bump any longer, you square your shoulders and tip your chin up.

“My baby is not yours,” you say confidently. “I'm sorry”. In your mind that was the tell all be all and his lack of response almost solidified it. That is until you're pinned to the wall behind you. Your arms trapped above your head, an angry and bewildered Jake practically snarling in front of you. You wince at the slight pain in your wrists and try to ignore the obnoxious thumping sensation between your legs. It took a lot sometimes to admit that you possibly had a problem, considering this shouldn't turn you on. But seeing this side of Jake, it was almost impossible to ignore it. Despite all that you attempt to shove him off but he doesn't move a muscle.

“Jake the baby” you breathe. He lets up slightly, his eyes trailing down to your small belly, bulging to meet his firm torso. He growls in response leaning into your neck and taking a deep whiff of your scent. He groans.

“Smells like mine” he takes another deep breath. “I know that's because it is mine.”

You struggle against him, your breath catching in your throat as your now hard and erect nipples rub against his chest. Sore nipples being one of the perks of carrying a baby and because of this it was weakening your resolve. You couldn't afford to lose so of course you stick to your story.

“I told you, it isn't yours.” The words spewed out between your teeth. It came out more aggressive than you intended but you were desperate. Unfortunately this doesn't work in your favor as it just causes him to tighten his grip on your already aching wrists. The pain causes your mouth to fall open and your thighs to squeeze shut, pinching the little bundle of nerves nestled in your folds.

“I don't like liars, baby girl and this isn't something you can lie to me about,” he lowers his lips to your ear, sucking the flesh lightly.

“I can smell the seed of my child growing in your belly, my scent is leaking out of your pores. Now tell me, tell me it's mine and we can put this all behind us.”

“And for what, Jake? You want me to tell you the baby is yours and then what?! Are you going to run away with me with our baby? Ride off into the sunset with your hands on my swollen belly? Announce to the clan that we’re expecting? You, an already mated man with four children. The Olo’ektan. Huh? Is that what's going to happen Jake?”

He lets go of your hands and they drop to your sides. He pinches the skin between his eyes and takes a deep breath before placing both hands on his hips.

“I’m not saying we can have any of those things, I'm not saying I can promise you a life of happiness and I know, I know it's selfish of me. But what do you expect me to do when the love of my life stands in front of me after she's avoided me for weeks now pregnant with my baby and lies to my face about it!”

Your bottom lip wobbles as you fold it between your teeth knowing his words are true but just not able to accept that reality for yourself.

“I don’t know how to make this right, I wish I did. Fuck I wish I did, baby,” he surrounds your face with his big hands, gently placing his forehead against yours breathing in your air. You should have pushed him away, you wanted to but the warmth of him and the sound of his beating heart stops you from running away and shutting him out and to be honest you just didn't have the strength anymore. Your hands come up to cup his wrists, closing your eyes as a stay tear falls down your face - his big thumb wiping it away as he pulls away from you slightly, his lips brushing against yours.

He flattens his tongue and slides it over your hole, coming back up only to flick it off the top of your clit. The motion has you panting, and your belly curling as you meet his licks with your hips. He does this repeatedly until you're on the edge, allowing you to set the pace with your hips. 

“You’re gonna come” he states. And it wasn't a question. He can see it all over your face and in your body how hard you were going to unravel. So he doesnt stop, he keeps going. Wrapping his lips around your swollen bud and sucking lightly. Bringing his hands up he grabs your perked nipples between his fingers and tugging softly, just enough to send a shock right to your core. 

“Oh!” you moan.  Unable to form words at this point as he sucks a little harder, flicking his tongue at the same time. 

“Come” he demands, breaking suction briefly. “Come all over daddy's tongue baby”. 

And you do, you come hard as you scream his name. Trapping his head between your legs as your pussy convulsed around nothingness. Oh, how you wished it was his cock. 

He moans into your pussy, still sucking. You attempt to shove him out from in between your legs, because at this point the overstimulation was becoming too much - but he keeps you there. Holding your hips down as he sucks hard on your pussy. You cry out, bucking your hips one last time. And just when you didn't think it was possible, you come again. Jerking and moaning in a way you didn't recognize. It was almost animalistic and if it didn't feel so good, borderline embarrassing. He looks up at you, finally breaking the suction as your legs fall heavily to the side, bringing himself up to his knees. Placing one hand on each side of your waist, he comes down on you, giving you a wet and sloppy kiss. Pushing all of your sweet juices down your throat. 

“Boys.. let’s move this party elsewhere. We will handle formalities another time” he says. Raising his hands and rotating them away from his body. The young warriors bowed to you and your mother. Their fingers swiping from their foreheads and outwards to you in respect.

But there was one.

One particular set of eyes that caught your attention. He was tall - and lean. He didn’t look like the others. Slightly shorter than your father but he was muscular. His waist, thin and covered in abs. His smile that somehow made you shudder where you sat - the little tilt of his head before he signed ‘I see you’ making you nervous. Unsettled.

Just then you noticed his extra finger. He wasn’t Na’vi, he was a dreamwalker.

For a moment you wondered what possessed your parents for allowing a dreamwalker into camp. But you soon realized that there had to be a logical explanation since his kind were forbidden.

You shift in your seat, sitting up straight as you eye him. His eyes low before turning away from you before you could show him the same respect. You watched closely as your father led him away. Leaning over in your seat to get a better view of his form, but he was long gone before you could bask any further.

“Mother.. who is that?” You ask. Turning your head in her direction but eyes never leaving where he disappeared. Neytiri chuckled, busying herself with cleaning up after the war party.

“Had you given your father the chance to introduce you.. you’d know who he is” you turn to her sharply. Having no patience for a lecture. Your heart thumped against your chest, growing agitated with her advances.

“He’s always trying to get me involved, I have no place amongst the warriors.” Your words came out in a whisper. Hanging your head low as you kick your feet back and forth in your seat. You couldn’t help but feel that you may have missed an opportunity. Growing more and more curious by the second about who he was.

“Nevermind.. I’m going to the forest. Don’t look for me, I’ll be home before father comes back.”

Without another word you stalk out your family home. Grabbing your bag full of sculpting tools as you left.

Neytiri laughed in your direction. Shaking her head.

—

The air was warm, the smell sweet. You closed your eyes taking a deep breath allowing your feet to take you as far as they wished. Rubbing your hands over the freshly bloomed flora around you. Exhaling sharply you straighten your head, seeing the hot pandora sun beaming down on an empty patch in the middle of the forest. A beautiful landscape of trees behind it, sun rays shooting through them.

What a perfect thing to draw. You thought.

Claiming the area as yours, you set up your things. One by one removing the vibrant oils and pants your grandmother gifted you from your sack. Taking your place in the middle of the soft pillow of moss beneath your feet - and lowering yourself to your knees.

Using your fingers you dip them in your brightest hue, bringing the paint up to the canvas and spreading the varnish all over until the white no longer shows. Tilting your head and back and forth, ensuring that you see the scenery for what it was. You soaked in the warmth of the sun, breaths deepening as you found your comfort place - completely lost within yourself.

Oblivious of what was lurking behind the heavy brush of the trees.

—

Jake only went to fulfill his duties. Scoping the parameters of the village. Little to his knowledge he would run across you.

In the distance, soft alluring sounds fills his ears. Stopping his traveling feet in its tracks. He knew anywhere what a melody sounded like - but being a dreamwalker, Na’vi songs were foreign to his ears. Nonetheless he listened closely, moving closer to the graceful sound of your voice. Nothing like he’s ever heard before.

You sang your songcord with elegance, your voice just barely above a whisper. You saw no need to censor yourself, considering you thought you were alone. But you could never be more wrong. Your voice draws the company of what you would consider an intruder.

Jake moved slowly, being mindful of the dense brush around him. Careful not to crush anymore twigs under his heavy feet. Rounding a large tree, he sees the sun, just like you had. Only his view was much more beguiling.

The sun shines over you, its rays immersed around you. Your once dark blue skin washed away and replaced with a soft yellow iridescence. His pupils dilated - heart racing. Feeling as if he’s never seen anything more beautiful. His eyes glued to the way you slowly enshroud the canvas with bright vibrant colors that mimicked the scenery in front of you. It was like something out of a book. An image only the mind can see. But somehow, right in front of him. It was all real.

Lost in his trance surrounding your radiance, he couldn’t help the feet that brought him to you. His toes gripping the soft patch of soil under him. He couldn’t understand how you didn’t notice him, or even hear him coming. Something could have easily snatched you up where you sat and you wouldn’t have had one second to react. But that was just the marine in him. Always having to be on guard no matter the circumstances.

Just inches from you, he watched with awe. Bending his knees into a crouch. Clearing his throat to break the tension that pulled at his heart.

You turn your head in horror, falling to your bottom and catching yourself with your hands. You screamed, crawling backwards away from the intruder who thought making himself known now was a good idea. Jake holds his hands up to you, backing away to assure you that he was no danger. But rather curious.

“Hey! Hey it’s alright! I didn’t mean to scare you..”

Your chest rises and falls rapidly, almost too stunned and out of breath to speak. Swallowing hard, you close your eyes briefly before glaring back at him. Jake's eyebrows raised, your sudden grim catching him off guard.

“Is there any reason why you snuck up on me like that?” Pushing off your legs you stand to your feet. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You spat. Turning your attention away from him to quickly retrieve your things. You were seconds away from grabbing your piece and smudging the still wet paint - but Jake stops you, wrapping his large hand around your much smaller wrist. The sudden contact stalls you. Your eyes falling to those same five fingers you saw earlier, lazily wrapped around your hand.

“No, don't! It’s still wet” he shouts.

You pull your hand away. Too embarrassed with the fact that he just touched you, gently no less. Such a hardened man with muscles that could no doubt smother you where you stood - so gently and soft. If there was nothing of him that you were curious about before. There surely were many reasons now. Jake backs away giving you your space.

“You don’t have to stop, I can go” he says. Turning on his heels slowly to leave.

There was nothing in your right mind that could convince you that you weren’t crazy - because you wanted to stop him. If there was only something in this world that would give you the courage to break out of your shell you would have never missed out on so many things. You felt as if you lost an opportunity before when you first laid eyes on him. And you didn’t plan on missing out on anymore.

“…wait” you say. He turns to you, giving you his full attention. You take one step closer, dropping your gaze from him.

“You.. don’t have to leave, I’m just not used to.. company” the last word was foreign to you and it sounded like it was the moment it left your mouth. A small smile appeared on Jake's face, it was the least of what he expected. “Come, sit” you motion to the ground in front of you. Kneeling down once more to put your things back in its place.

Jake followed your movements, lowering himself to the ground beside you. Watching as you continued your work in silence. Despite the awkward tension from his presence, there was nothing that could take you away from painting. It was as if he was never there to begin with. He wanted to allow you to sit in silence - after all - he was the one intruding.

After a while, you choose to speak.

“So.. your my fathers latest recruit?” You ask. It was a stupid question really. You were in the same room as him when your father plainy introduced him and the others as such. But the questions you really wanted to ask him weren’t worthy enough as an icebreaker. Jake giggled at your advances, shocked once again as your personality came forth slowly.

“I guess you can call it that.. it’s more like he had no choice. Mo’at allowed me to stay so.. now he has to teach me your ways”

And there it was. The explanation that you were searching for. He answered most of your questions already with that one statement. “And why is that?” You say. “I mean, my grandmother allowing you to stay?”

He thought for a moment. “Something about ‘Eywa’, i'm not too sure” stopping your work, you turn your head to him. Understanding now what he meant. There had been talk about a ‘chosen one’ circling around the village. At first you brushed them off as rumors, especially when people were saying it was a dreamwalker. You knew the great mother would never make such a mistake. Choosing to ignore the obnoxious tales.

“Ah.. so you’re the chosen one” you giggle, turning your attention back to the canvas. Jake laughs, dropping his head.

“If that’s what you wanna call it” says Jake, his cheeks pulled up into a tight grin. He scoots closer. You began to grow nervous, he’s too close to you now. A faint scent of Utumauti fruit fresh on his breath, one of your favorites. You looked out of the corner of your eye. From what you could see, he was watching you. His eyes followed your hands every time you scooped the paint and coated the canvas. You wanted to look but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

“So.. what is it like?” He asks. His eyes never leave the side of your face. A look of query covered your expression, your nose scrunching to the center. What was he talking about?

“What is.. what like?” You ask.

He was so strange.

“What is it like to be so..” he pauses, leaning his head over to get a better look at your face. “…Beautiful”

Now you were looking. Without a second thought you turn to him. Bright yellow eyes staring back at you, half lidded and bewitching. Your heart thumped in your chest, your eyes stuck and glued to his face - that same charismatic grin on his lips.

The only people in your life who have called you beautiful were your parents. I mean yeah, there were talks around the village of your beauty but you never went as far as actually believing anyone. You were modest and often chose to turn a blind ear. But for some reason, one you couldn’t understand, when he said it. It changed everything in a matter of seconds.

You attempt to swallow the lump that formed in your throat, dropping your hand to your thigh, uninterested with the wet paint now dripping down your leg.

“I’m not that beautiful” you respond. Choosing the road you always travel down. Denial. Jake moves closer again and this time your head follows him. You hadn’t decided to return his gaze but rather your eyes fell on three little freckles that align on his torso. The little brown specks twinkled in your eye to which you grew fascinated. Na’vi don’t have those kinds of freckles. Yours were bright, vibrant and perfectly patterned all over your body. But he had those two. It must be something only dreamwalkers possess.

You didn’t realize you were staring. That is until light fingers brushed a stay hair out of your face and behind your ear. You look up, completely entranced with his charm. Looking him in his eyes again.

He was the one that was beautiful.

“But you are..” he whispers. His hand now cupping the side of your face, rubbing his calloused thumb over your cheek.

What is happening? you thought.

His touch paralyzed you, stunned and frozen in your place. He moves closer. This time his knee tapping your thigh. Yours looked so small against his.

“You are beautiful” he coos, his fingers coming up to your forehead, tracing the freckles you described.

What is happening?

Your breath becomes labored, eyelids growing heavy as he pushes his hand back into your hair. Smoothing it out on the top of your head.

“This hair.. so soft” he grabs hold of the singular braid your mother put in your hair. The rest free flowing in the breeze. His fingers brush along your beads towards the end, letting the braid go, allowing it to fall to your waist. He grabs your hand, smothering his own in the still wet paint.

“These hands.. so tiny” he holds your left hand in his right, the other running small circles in the center of your palm.

What.. is.. happening?

“Everything is beautiful” he says. His stance once in a crouch had changed to him now on his knees. His thighs pressed softly against the outside of yours as he hovered over your tiny frame. Your eyes dart back and forth from his, unable to speak a word. “Why can’t you see that?”

Suddenly his hands come up, brushing your hair off and behind your shoulder. Your head fell to the side watching that extra finger caress the skin on your arm. You shudder under his touch, closing your eyes at the sudden sensation. You were well past the age of finding a mate, your instincts kicking in full force as the man touched you. But you shook your head free of the thoughts, scooting away from him slightly.

“We can’t.. I don’t even know your name” your words came out in a whisper, almost ashamed that you were willing to allow him to go farther than he did.

My Eywa.. what is happening?!

His gaze softens. “My name is Jake.. Jake Sully” the name was so bizarre but it fit him. There was nothing about him that was normal and his name only added to it. You nod your head, your lips attempting to form the same shape he did.

“J-jakee Sooly” your accent was thick, you could speak English but it wasn’t perfect. Your accent was more prominent than your parents since there were no English speakers to teach you properly since the school closed down. Jake laughs, motioning his hand.

“Su-lly..”

He broke up his last name to better enunciate for you. Again nodding your head, understanding that you mispronounced it.

“Su-lly..” you say slowly. This time getting it right. A large smile spread across his face, patting you on the head.

“That’s right! That’s it.. Sully” his expression grew in excitement, like an elated teacher with their student that finally solved the problem. You returned the smile, not realizing that you somehow got closer to him, your hand resting your hand on his thigh. You both looked down , catching a glimpse of where your hand was. Mortified, you pull it back, clasping your fingers within one another.

“I am sorry.. I-I didn’t me-“ you were cut off, his lips crashing into yours. Your eyes grew wide feeling him pressed against you. His lips, waltzing with yours. His hand came up to cup the back of your neck, pressing you into him firmly. The warmth of his body melted you - your body turning to liquid under him as his tongue slid past your teeth.

It happened! It’s happening!!

Your brain wracked with wild thoughts. The feeling of him pressed into you making your head spin, you had only just met but his hands now roam your body. Guiding you to the soft moss under you. His lips break from yours, moving to your neck to pepper soft kisses to the skin.

“My name is Y/n by the way” you say breathlessly, spreading your legs and wrapping them around his waist. Pulling his pelvis flush into yours. The heat radiating from your center causes his cock to jump in his loincloth. He comes off your skin.

“I know..” he returns his lips. Traveling down your neck to your collarbone.

“Y-you do?” You didn’t understand how he knew your name since you never once told him. “You’re father.. he introduced you, remember?” he moans. Pressing his pelvis into yours. How could you remember anything right now at this moment? With his lips attached to you, pressed so tightly in between your legs. It almost feels forbidden but it wasn’t, you both had free will. Unmatched and ready for this.

You moaned into his touch, your hands doing their own homework. Fingers rubbing his torso and down those three beauty marks on his belly. The heat ignited in your body like a nearly lit fire, it caused your limbs to go numb under him. His lips are so soft against your heating flesh.

“…I had to” he lifts off of you. The muscles in his arms, hard and flexing as he held himself up. Each of his fists balled on the side of your head. “I had to taste you” he moans. You smile up at him, licking your lips before pulling him in by his Anurai melting your lips into his once more before pulling away.