Imagines

"Bed. Now."

Dilf!jake x younger!omatikayareader (legal ofc)

“Ma’Jake!” you tease, whispering your mate’s name from behind a tree. Only Jake’s ears perk up, and he stops his sentence to look around, clenching his hand into a fist. Your palm clamps over your mouth, stifling a giggle. You know it’s wrong to mess with him while he’s planning an attack. He’s busy, other warriors are being led by him, waiting for further instructions. He sighs. 

“Did anyone else hear that?” he faces the group again. His soldiers look around at each other. 

“No, sir,” one of them says. “What did you hear?” 

Jake’s ears relax themselves. “Y/N’s voice,” he rolls his eyes. 

“Ma Olo’eyktan, you are probably thinking of her,” the same warrior replies, tilting his head with the suggestion. 

“Probably,” Jake shrugs and lets out a chuckle, prompting the same from the rest of the group. You peek from behind the tree, before silently running off. You scurry across the forest, heading towards the village. Your feet make small patting noises as Pandora swallows you whole. The trees tower above you while the branches protrude into your path. Small chitters of animals make your ears perk as you approach the Omatikaya camp. 

“Where were you?” Mo’at shakes her head and clicks her tongue as you walk in. 

“Messing with Jake,” you giggle, a mischievous expression painting your face. You kneel to sit with her. 

“He will be back tonight, no need to bother him,” her attention returns to a bowl of herbs that she was mixing. 

“Back tonight?” your eyebrows raise. You didn’t know he was coming back so soon. You thought he was off again, ready to stay a couple nights in the Floating Mountains to watch for sky people. 

“Yes, Y/N,” Mo’at nods, lifting up her bowl of herbs and setting it aside. You stand back up, ready to get back to your tent.

“I should clean up our space,” you look back at her. She just chuckles, not making eye contact. You walk off into the village, greeting as you go. Little girls sit and weave baskets, hunters head off with their bows, and mothers hold their babies. You take a good look at a mom. She had just given birth. She lays down, the flaps of her tent are ajar, and she kisses her newborn. You think about Jake, then hurry away. As you walk towards your tent, isolated from the rest, footsteps follow you. Your ears perk and you stop. 

“Y/N.” Jake’s stern voice makes you whip around, your eyes widening. 

“Hi, ma’Jake-“ you rush over to him, intending to give him a kiss on the cheek. He grabs you and holds you in place.

“The fuck were you thinking? I was busy!” he scolds you, practically shouting. You flinch. 

“Sorry,” your ears fold back and you look down at the ground. 

“Bed. Now.” his nostrils flare and his gaze is intense. You nod and he lets go of you, letting you scamper to the tent. He follows you at a slower place, watching as your ass moves. You crawl on the bed, turning and leaning back for Jake. Your pupils dilate in fear. 

“I-“ you find yourself confused, not knowing how to apologize. You watch as Jake unties his loincloth. 

“Y/N, you have to fucking understand. You can’t mess with me when it concerns the safety of the people!” he angrily fiddles with the strings of his garment, his erection becoming more and more visible. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your voice distracted me, y’know that? Don’t goddamn play with me. Not when we’re planning something crucial,” his loincloth falls to the floor and you gasp at his cock. It springs up, throbbing for you. 

“Oh…” your voice is small and weak. You didn’t understand half of the words he said while he was undressing, but you got the point. 

“Fuck are you waiting for? Undress!” he shouts to you. And you comply, taking your top and loincloth off, then throwing them to the floor. Your bare body is out in the open for him. 

“I’ll fuckin’ leave so many marks on those tits,” he crawls on the bed towards you, predatory eyes scanning your body. You reach for him, but gets met with him roughly pinning your hands down above your head. The sudden movement makes you yelp. 

“Shh,” he reaches down to the floor next to the bed, grabbing your loincloth. He admires the arousal stains on it, before using it to tie your hands up. You fight with him. 

“Jake! Let me go!” you squirm and pull, but he’s too heavy. His body holds you down and he ties your crossed wrists to the wooden bedpost before positioning himself in front of your entrance. 

“Tell me what happens to little sluts that can’t behave until their mate comes home,” he rubs his tip up and down your slit, making your toes curl. 

“I-I-“ you tremble.

“Tell me,” he slaps your tit. 

“They get punished!” your face heats up. 

“Good job,” he pulls away for a second to place a pillow under your pelvis, then prods your entrance with his tip again, preparing to enter. 

“Mmmph!” your back arches and you whine in a mix of pain and pleasure when he enters you. Your slick coats his member and drips down onto his balls. He bares his teeth and grunts with every inch  inside of you. He stretches you out, the veins and throbbing being noticeable.  

“Fuck,” he small sheen of sweat begins to coat his skin. You tug on your restraints and yelp, legs shaking. He holds himself all the way inside of you, your eyes clench shut and his mouth falls open as his tip presses against your cervix. His balls tease your folds as well. He grunts over you, warm precum spirting out of him cock. You desperately breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, trying to calm yourself. “Jeez, been takin’ my dick for so long and you still struggle,” he degrades. 

“Please, please, please be nice-“ you beg and whine. Jake ignores your pleading. He pulls out a couple inches, then thrusts back in again, letting out a pleasured groan when he bumps into your cervix. The rough motion of his push makes a tear fall out of your eye, rolling down your face and onto the pillow under your head. 

“Fuck, cant stand to see my baby like this,” Jake’s head falls down and he watches the tear mark on your face. He gives in, untying your hands from the bed post and kissing your lips, letting you wrap your arms around him. The kiss is passionate and loving, relieving the overstimulation of the sex. Your moans quiet down, muffled by his mouth. He starts to thrust again, fucking you slowly and shallowly into the mattress. Your legs wrap around him. 

“Mm… mmm… mm… mmmph! mmph! mmph!!” your moans grow louder against his face as he suddenly speeds up his thrusts, fucking fast and deep again. You pull away from his kiss, looking over his shoulder to watch his hips push into you. Your fingernails dig into his back, evoking a growl from him. Your cunt clenches around Jake’s dick, hinting to him that you’re close. You try to talk, but your words are incoherent, cock-drunk blabbers. He loves that. 

“Hmm, close?” he asks, looking at your eyes, dilated and wide with ecstasy. 

“Yes! Yes!” your back arches further. You mewl and your body writhes as your orgasm washes over you. You clench around Jake tightly, his cum filling you up. You bite his shoulder in an attempt to shut yourself up. He quickly reaches for your face, grabbing your chin and pressing your head down onto the pillow. His fingers travel to your lips, spreading them open before he spits in your mouth. You eagerly swallow it as the end of your orgasm rides itself out. Jake pulls out of you, watching your breasts bounce with his movement. You sigh, closing your eyes. When he notices the mark on your wrists from the restraints, he pulls you into his embrace and kisses them, evoking a giggle from you. 

“My girl..” he kisses them quickly, making sure not to press down too hard and hurt you. “You okay?” he asks.

“Yes, won’t bother you again. Promise,” you intertwine his pinky with your ring finger, unable to make a pinky promise because you’re a native na’vi. Jake melts at the gesture. 

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Credits: rosyjn