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[rayassecretlife]

Listen before I go

Pairing: 16 year old!Neteyam Sully x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

This is part 4 of the series! Read part 1, Part 2 and part 3 before reading this.

Summary: it’s been months since you’ve arrived in the forest and joined its clan, and for the most part you enjoyed it—but your home was calling to you. The reef had a place in your heart only it could fill, and it was time you started thinking about your return home, but you had to do it without hurting the only boy you’ve ever truly loved, you had to leave Neteyam behind.

Warning(s): Mature Language, nothing really else. This chapter is a fluff :))

Freedom was all you could think about whenever you thought of pandora’s forest and its beautiful sights that laid within it. From the soft sounds of wind blowing the trees, to the crows and calls from the Ikran’s that flew above, you loved waking up to it everyday.

The past few months youd been in the forest, you spent your time learning and bettering yourself each day. The sully family grew to love you, and would often invite you over for dinner to which you’d always happily accept. It didn’t take long for Jake and Neytiri to be very fond of you, you were an amazing fighter and healer, yet you spent most of your days helping the children.

Lo’ak had grown to be like a little brother to you, one of your bestest friends from the start. You both were troublemakers at their finest together, sneaking off to do stupid things just to get yelled at later on by Jake. Your favorite thing was sparring, watching how Lo’ak always thought he could beat you when everyone knew he couldn’t. He gave you a run for your money, though.

The more you hung out with him, the more you realized how great he truly was. Lo’ak was a kind soul and you could tell nobody saw that, nobody truly saw him in the way he needed to be seen.

Kiri had been keeping you on her watch ever since you arrived. Trust in Eywa, she didn’t know the reason she felt so protective over you, but she just knew she had to keep you safe. Kiri was the second closest person to you in the forest, you’d tell her about many things from the sea, and explain how much you missed it all sometimes. She’d always listen. Kiri is the one who truly introduced you to mo’at, the one who taught you the ways of healing. You were a natural, and you were sure that’s why mo’at loved you so much.

Tuk was a beam of light even under a dark sky. She was the sun, truly. A light anyone would bask in and love, a gentle soul with the kindest heart. The way she grabbed your hand when she first met you and welcomed you to their clan with open arms, she had reminded you of your sister.

Tuk truly was your best friend in many aspects. You felt so overprotective over her at times, like she had been your own child or family. You’d comfort her after crying or she’d do the same to you, telling you she wouldn’t leave until you smiled. She was so bright and smart, a copy of Neytiri.

Then there was Neteyam.

When you first met Neteyam, you thought of him as one of those cocky chief son’s just like Ao’nung, or as someone who would stop at nothing just to humiliate you. You were right about all of it, but even though he was all those things, he was also so much different when you got to know him.

He was kind, sweet with his words. It was as if a poem slipped from his lips each time.

“Do you think this looks stupid?” You ask shyly, standing with your arms crossed across your stomach when you enter the room. Neteyam was weaving a new cover for Tuk when you called, but he of course looked up once you spoke.

You watch as his eyes scan every small detail of your clothing, and how he’d never seen you like this before. His face was unreadable almost and that scared you, afraid he would tell you it did look stupid and you made the wrong choice.

But he didn’t.

“Y/N, I— you look…” Neteyam is already stood to his feet before you can notice, and your now able to see how his hair tied back, his large hand reaching down to pull your hair over your shoulder to see it.

“Like a mess?” You laugh nervously, but his eyes are stuck on you like there was nothing more to look at—as if you were the only person he could think of. The boy shakes his head with a small chuckle, tangling your braid between his fingers.

“Beautiful” His words are barely above a whisper when he lets them fall, and his hand brushes your arm on its way back to his side, allowing the touch to linger on your skin. “I like it. I like it a lot, Peach” Between the eye contact and the feeling against your arm, you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip to conceal your smile. He knew exactly what to say, you hated it.

You hated him at first but as time went on, you learned to fall for the forest boy, and you fell pretty hard.

“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Sully?”

“You make it so easy. How could I not?” A bit of shyness instantly shifts in you when Neteyam’s big yellow’s dart to your own, full of challenge that you didn’t want to take him up on. Your eyes tear from his with a small push to his chest, laughing when he stumbles back to hide your nerves.

“Not funny” In this moment, you should’ve known he wasn’t joking—but you’d find that out sooner or later, right? Because to you, it wasn’t real. Neteyam didn’t feel anything for you and you didn’t feel for him, this was just stupid tension.

Right?

Neteyam’s hands were gentle against your skin when he would clean your wounds, or when he’d braid your long hair when you couldn’t. His spirit was gentle, you could feel him even when he wasn’t touching you.

There’d be a lot of times where Neteyam had to stay with you because you’d trash yourself at celebrations, downing alcohol like it was just water. You didn’t do it for fun, but the memories you were getting of home started to become far too much and you just couldn’t handle it anymore.

He’d spend hours holding your hair back when you threw up, whispering comforting words in your ear and wiping every tear you shed.

“I’m so sorry, Teyam I… I didn’t…” Your sobbing over the bucket he handed you moments ago, apologizing as soon as all the liquor in your body starts to leave. The boy shushes you with a gentle hand to your back and against your hair, soothing you with his touch the best he could.

Neteyam chuckles at your drunken words, running the soft pad of his thumb over your cheek to wipe your tears. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you”

You always struggled to figure him out. Neteyam was very closed off but also very open which made no sense to you but it was the exact same for him with you. The two of you spent your time together joking about flirting while you watched the stars at night, or making food when Neteyam would spend the night at your hut to watch over you after you got hurt.

And the two of you wouldn’t have it any other way

“Y/N, Y/N!” Tuk’s little voice chirps when she runs into your hut, stopping before she could hit you with how fast she had been going. You turn to her abruptly while still placing a hair clip against your braids, a laugh surfacing once you realized who followed close behind her with a scolding look. “Are you almost ready? Mama wanted me to bring you to our cave for-“

“Holy shit, she’s fast!” Lo’ak gasps when he holds his chest, causing you to burst out laughing. He looked drained almost, like Tuk had ran him around all of pandora. “It’s not funny! My mom told her to let me go-“

“Your hair looks so cute, Tuk! Are you stealing the show for eclipse?” Your lips turn into a smile when you pick her up, her giggles echoing through your cave as she sat on your hip, holding your hair so you could clip it. “Where’s Neteyam?” You ask the younger brother when he sits on the chair in your room, slouching in his seat with a huff.

“Helping my parents set up. The whole clan is excited for some odd reason” You’ll admit, the clan was merely excited for the eclipse celebration because of Neteyam. He was 16, soon to be 17 and would soon have to find a mate, he had already completed his rite of passage.

“Does he have anyone in mind for the courting?” You ask lowly, a small bit of hesitation in your voice and Lo’ak notices quickly what you had been inching towards.

“Do you?” The question makes your heart drop, and you can’t help but clear your throat to hide the cough threatening to surface. Lo’ak laughs and shakes his head when Tuk gives him a scolding look, like she wanted to punch him. “He says he hasn’t, but he seems unsure” you’re done with your hair once he finishes and you set Tuk back on the ground before grabbing your stuff. You reach down to grab onto your top for later, but your old loincloth slips off the table, falling onto the floor.

Then you saw the stone that connected to its middle—a stone your mother gave to you when you completed your right of passage. You remembered her face when she gave it to you that day, and how happy your family had been for you when you picked it up in your hands. It felt warm, and the memories of how you got it slowly start to fog your mind.

But they didn’t last long due to the whining behind you and the pull on your leg. “Come on, Y/N! It’s almost time!” You nod your head and place the loincloth back in its basket, shaking off the feeling that weighed on your shoulders. You could think about that later, tonight was Neteyam’s night and you didn’t want to ruin it.

“There you are! I was starting to think Lo’ak drove you away” Neytiri says, finally able to greet you after a good half an hour of waiting. You enter the room where she’s just now finishing Neteyam’s hair, and the boy wastes no time in looking up at you. Though, Neytiri flicked the back of his neck to which made him turn away with a hiss. “I thought I told you not to move!”

You giggled. “Gotta have your hair perfect for your day, right?” You set your bow down before moving to sit in front of him, his eyes softening once he caught glimpse of you. “I grabbed some fruit for the party. Your favorites” Neytiri watches the two of you closely while braiding his hair, a small smile threatening to pull at her lips. Neteyam thanks you with a chuckle, and continues to take in the way you looked all dolled up for the party.

Your hair was braided into your traditional Fulani style, one you would see mostly in the metkayina, gold charms all throughout its strands. Your outfit was covered but the mesh allowed him to see through, and you couldn’t help but go flush at the thought of his eyes against your skin.

“Neytiri, I need you to help out here!” Jake calls with frustration which ultimately frustrates her, glaring at you and Neteyam as you laugh.

“I can finish his hair. You go help the big baby outside” Neytiri gives you a small smile before rolling her eyes at her mates continuous calls, standing to leave the cave and the two of you alone.

You move to sit behind the village Prince, allowing him to lean comfortably between your legs. His hair was already half way done, a part of his song cord hanging from one of his braids. “Does it look alright? My mother, she likes to be traditional and all but-“

“I like it, and I think you should stop questioning your mothers abilities” Neteyam chuckles along with you. You could tell he was on edge slightly when you walked in, but now that his mother was gone, he became somewhat relieved. “Are you excited?” You ask the boy, replenishing the braid his mother had let go of just seconds ago. He sighs with a shrug, and you watch as he tugs at the strings of his loincloth, slouching under you. “Wanna talk about it?” It was clear he wanted to talk to you but with everyone around he wouldn’t and you knew that. You knew how he was when it came to speaking his mind around his family.

“I just wish this was a normal eclipse” His words are soft under his breath when he responds, and you sigh, releasing his braid that you had just finished. You glance around you to realize Lo’ak was gone and they had all been outside helping, to which leads you to allow your voice to grow somewhat loud.

“I know” Your hands move to his shoulders, rubbing them gently. You felt his muscles tense when you touched him, but his eyes were shut in an attempt to make it better. He enjoyed your touch against his skin—your massages you would give him whenever he was stressed, but he couldn’t help thinking about what was to come tonight.

The courtship agreement his father had set in place.

His heart tore in two when you asked what was wrong. You had no idea. You had no idea his father had arranged him to mate with another, and he hated himself for keeping it from you for so long. Truth is, Neteyam had been avoiding you the best he could the past week. He couldn’t look at you when he was lying to you��when he was breaking down over the simple fact you weren’t the one his father courted him to.

Because he loved you.

And your truth, had felt almost worse than his own.

The truth that you missed your home, that you missed your family and the village. The scorching truth that you wanted to go home tonight after eclipse.

You wanted to spend every second you could with him until you left. You didn’t want him to remember you as the girl who left, you needed him to realize how much you cared for him—how much you wanted this for him.

“Y/N, I-“

“I don’t expect you to explain anything to me, Tey. I’m here when you need me” Great mother you made it so hard. You were so understanding, so gentle with your words and hands against his skin. Those were all things he wasn’t, and he loved that about you. Sometimes he wishes you’d just abandon him so he’d have a reason to hate you, but he knew he couldn’t. Neteyam’s stomach turns when you glide your hands down to massage his arms, the exact area that always hurt him the most. “You’re so tense. Lighten up a bit, it’s just me”

Yeah, just you.

“Have you ever thought about what it’ll be like when we’re older?” Your forehead creases at his words but you continue to rub circles against his skin, questioning what he could’ve meant. “Like when we have mates and… and we’re not close anymore?” You frown.

“What’s up with you? Are you sure you don’t want to talk? You just… you seem like a lot is on your mind” And there was. You were on his mind, and the fact he didn’t know how to tell you.

“We have some time before the party… maybe we could go flying?” He turns his head with the question and you look at him as if he had two heads. Was he crazy? His parents would murder you both.

“But your parents-“

“Come on, when have you ever turned down sneaking away?” You sigh as he stands to his feet, swinging his now finished braids to get a new feel for them. You didn’t know, his parents were so close and knowing them, neteyam was most likely supposed to greet people tonight—but he didn’t care.

He places his hand out for you to take. “Just one ride? I won’t even go outside the border” Your eyes revert to the opening of the cave, ears perked at the sound of Jake’s voice outside of it, wondering how bad it really would’ve been if you had left for only an hour. You give the boy a defeated look before taking his hand, allowing him to pull you up with him.

“Neteyam, slow down!” You laugh, holding onto his Ikran harder when he banked sideways. His grasp against your body is firm and protective, but his laughs only make your heart feel at ease, even when you’re scared.

“We’re almost there” He reassures, making your forehead crease. Where was he taking you? You were sure this was only a flying trip.

Soon enough, he lands his Ikran on a large branch, slipping off before you did so he could guide you down. It wasn’t until you looked behind him, when you realize where you were.

“Our old hut!” You exclaim excitedly, leaping past the boy to enter. Neteyam chuckles at your demeanor as you look around with huge eyes, admiring how it still glowed even after all this time. When you first got here, neteyam and you had made this abandoned hut your own place to relax. No one knew it was there except for you two, and that’s exactly why you loved it so much. “Look, it still has the loom we made”

Neteyam watches you with his eyes soft and a small smile, leaning against the wall to admire you. You loved this house for its memories, but everytime Neteyam saw it, he couldn’t think of anything but the future.

He wanted to walk in here every morning and night, listening for your calls to him when you needed him. He wanted to hear the small pats of your children’s feet on its wood floor, and smell the food you’d make for him when he worked late. Sure, you were both still so young but he didn’t care. You were what he wanted, you were who he wanted to wake up next to now and forever more.

You notice his eyes on you and turn fully around to him, a smile plastered on your face when you walk to where he was. “Are you ready to talk to me now?” His face fell at your words which also made yours, taking in how you had ruined the mood he was in before. He moves to sit on the edge of the huts doors so his legs could hang, his braids slightly blowing from the wind in the trees.

You sit next to him, silent as a mouse as you waited for him to speak. You were afraid to push too hard—to annoy him? You didn’t know. He never acted this way around you.

“My father…” You look over at the boy when he begins, giving him your full attention as he speaks. He hesitates to finish his sentence and it doesn’t take you long to realize he’s playing with his fingers, scratching them until they left marks. “He uh… it’s—“

“Neteyam” You softly call his name, placing your small hand over his to stop the fidgeting. You could hear his voice barely crack at its peak here and there, he was trying so hard to hide it. “Take your time. I’m right here, remember?”

Neteyam pales when he looks away from you, staring down at his swinging feet under him. How was he meant to say this? How was he supposed to break that type of news to you…

“My father has assigned me an early courting” He finally spits out, squeezing his eyes shut for only a second before opening again. You on the other hand, you were at a loss for words. Assigning him a courting? That doesn’t even sound like Jake. “He promised me, Y/N. He promised he’d-“

“Hey, hey” It doesn’t take you long to realize the way his chin shook when he spoke and how his voice grew clogged, almost as if he couldn’t get anything out. You grab hold of the sides of his face firmly, turning it toward you. “It’s okay-“

“It’s not okay, Y/N. So much will change and I… I can’t lose you” Your heart breaks for him when he says those words, and all you could do was comfort him. Neteyam was a strong warrior but you knew him more than that. He never got to show his emotions, which is exactly why he was hiding from you now.

How was he supposed to hide them now? How was he supposed to hold back when your small hands are holding his face as if you loved him, sending waves of butterflies coursing through his stomach.

“Neteyam…” Your thumb brushed his cheek gently, your touch comforting him in only a few seconds. “It will be alright” You place your free hand against his chest, right above his heart to feel it beat. His heartbeat was strong and fast, his ears bent downwards when he closed his eyes and leaned against your touch.

It didn’t seem like a big deal outside of this conversation, and definitely not something to shed a tear over, but Neteyam truly didn’t want anything without you. Even if it meant giving up the Olo’Eyktan title, it didn’t matter.

It made him feel sick, thinking about courting some random woman other than the one he’s grown to love. It felt as though he wasn’t able to love anyone else—wasn’t allowed to smell another’s pheromones. Your sweet vanilla and coconut scent reminded him of the beach which he’d never been, and it made him wonder if he’d ever be able to see your home, maybe even go back with you.

He couldn’t return to the forest knowing what’s to come, he couldn’t bare to look at another woman in hopes of finding a mate. He needed to breathe your air, feel your emotions… he needed to be promised to you.

What a plot twist you were, Tanhì

“Tanhì” Neteyam mutters, laying his hands gently against your waist as he pulls away from your warmth. His words were soft and quiet under his breath, and the eyes he gave you once he pulled away make your heart skip a beat. He was far too handsome for his own good, but something about this tension meant much more than just tension. “I-“

“Ma’itan” The voice behind the two of you was far too familiar to ignore, it was stern with its words, almost sounding of frustration and anger. It was his father, Stood with his head held high in demand. Jake loved you, but right now you were a distraction from his sons celebration.

“Sir-“

“You know better than to leave when you are on duty” His fathers words clearly strike him as he releases your hips before standing to his feet, pulling you by your hands up with him. Jake’s eyes revert to your own, “Y/N, go help Mo’at and the others set up. Neteyam has work to do”

Neteyam’s hold on your hand made you hesitate on leaving, wanting to hear more of what he was going to say to you. Tanhì? Sure he called you that sometimes, but in that moment it almost felt like… maybe he wanted to kiss you?

You give Neteyam a small smile before nodding to his father, walking past him to leave the old hut. While it didn’t feel right leaving him there, what were you meant to do? Jake was your Olo’Eyktan, and his son was to be courted tonight.

You had to let him go.

Long time no see :)) found this is my notes and just had to post it! This was going to be a very long part 4 but instead I’ve extended the series to 7 parts! The celebration and her leaving will be in the next part ;)

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[rayassecretlife]

So this is love?

Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Neteyam sully x Fem!omaticaya!reader

PLEASE READ PART 1, PART 2, AND PART 3 BEFORE READING THIS.

Summary: After the long loving night you shared with Neteyam, it was time to go back home to the clan and tell them the news, but you also had to deal with your father.

Warning(s): Mentions of ab*se, Self h*arm and death, mature language, mentions of pregnancy, mature content, choking

“Neteyam?” You call as you walk further through the forest, listening to the trees blow in the dangerously silent wind. You had just woken up moments ago but it was still night, forest darker then it had been before you got there which was weird because the forest was anything but dark. “Neteyam!” You yell but receive no answer, calling to your Ikran but she was nowhere to be found.

A tall silhouette came into view making you sigh in relief, walking up to it slowly with one last call to his name. You smiled as he began to turn around, just a few feet away from his body.

“Nete-“ Your once love filled eyes turned into pure fear as the silhouette turned, gripping your neck in their hand as their face started to become clear to your eyes. “D-dad” You couldn’t breath, his hand was too tight against your neck and only got tighter, staring at you with the most hateful look you’d ever seen.

You choked out a cry as you clawed his hand, but he wouldn’t let you go—your breath getting caught in your throat quickly. “Y/N” a voice called faintly but it wasn’t your fathers, your mind not even processing it as you struggled to breath. “Y/N” the voice repeated, your vision starting to get foggy. “Y/N!”

With a blink of an eye you found yourself gasping for air in a whole new area, hand clasping at your chest with every shaky breath. “Y/N, look at me, Sweet girl” you jumped as you felt hands touch the small of your back, still gasping for air as you looked toward the figure. “It’s okay, I’m right here” you looked at your mate mortified, eyes widening at him without you even noticing. “Come here”

He pulled you into him and you soon began to cry, his hand grabbing yours to place against his heart. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that, Baby”

“I-I-“ he shushes you once more, hand stroking your hair gently as you continued to cry, holding onto him the hardest you ever could. “He almost killed me…”

“It was just a nightmare, Ma’Tìyawn. Nothing will happen to you while I’m here” His words are as true as Eywa herself, his comforting arms only tightening around you. Another day, another nightmare—this was nothing new to either of you. It hurt him horribly to see you so scared, feeling all the emotions you felt in your dream because your queues were still connected. “Don’t cry, beautiful girl. I’ve got you”

You wanted to apologize but you knew what he’d say so you bit your tongue, resting your head against his chest. You sigh as you felt his tail hook your leg, his hands roaming your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

“It felt so real… his hands—god, his hands, Nete” Neteyam didn’t want to hear of it any longer, shushing you once again in hopes you’d leave it alone. He was more worried about what was to come, how you two would soon walk home to the clan mated.

“As long as I’m still breathing, nothing will ever hurt you again, you hear me?” He lifts your face into his hands, eyes sincere with plead and you nod, wiping away your tears. “Let me deal with him when we get back, yeah?”

You remembered… the fact no one knew this had happened—that you had to explain it to them soon, just as you were to walk into high camp. You were nervous but you knew this is what everyone wanted, they wanted you to be Tsahìk. It was so much pressure. You didn’t know how to be Tsahìk, or even act like one—lessons with Neytiri and Mo’at we’re gonna be a long process.

“My love, your nervous” you look beside you and realize where you two had connected, head ducking down slightly once you realized he could feel everything you felt. His hand calmly rested in yours, thumb caressing over your skin. “Do you…have regrets?” He hesitantly asked and you quickly shook your head.

“No, of course not. I’m afraid I won’t be the Tsahìk they want me to be. I’ll fail…” He watches you closely as you reach down to your queues, thumb brushing over the root of them with a sigh. It was a terrifying feeling, falling in love and actually pursuing it. You had no idea how to give him what he needed, how to be the leader he needed you to be.

“I don’t want to worry about that now” His voice interrupts your thoughts and you look up, watching his lips peak into a small smile. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise” Eywa, how beautiful he was. His eyes always seemed to sooth you, always so sincere when he spoke to you. He wanted you to feel comfortable, safe whenever you touched. He would never let anyone lay a finger on you again.

“Can we stay here a little longer? Just… alone?” He smiles and nods his head, laying back onto the grass with his arm open to you which you happily accept. He can feel your nerves relax as soon as you lay your head against his chest. You didn’t want to think about the future either, just wanted to stay with him for as long as you could. His fingers began to stroke through your long hair and you couldn’t help but stare up at him, admiring his features without saying anything.

You swore you could fall back asleep just in his arms. You felt so weightless, like nothing could even get close to you as long as he was with you. You felt safe. “Your so pretty, Nete” The words slip from your mouth but before you could react he lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head.

“It still feels surreal. I’m mated to the most beautiful girl on pandora” You push his face with a laugh, hiding your head in his chest so he wouldn’t see your burning cheeks. You were laughing but he truly was being serious. He waited so long for this moment, spending so many days debating on whether it would come true or not. This was his dream. “Kids gonna be so pretty, I’m gonna have to fight off any boy that tries to fuck with our daughter”

Your laugh slowly dies down and he looks at you slightly worried he had taken it too far, his ears falling back against his head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“How many do you want?” You ask, fingertips tracing circling over his chest. You could tell he was still on edge, but he knew you meant it. You always wanted kids—always talked about how well you’d treat them because of how you had been treated growing up. You wanted to give them a good life, good parents.

“A lot” He lets out a nervous laugh but your indistinct giggle is enough for him to lighten up, your eyes meeting his with a smile. “Like… four? Five?” Neteyam was always a family man. He wanted to treat his children the same way you did, and had the motive to treat them better then his father treated him and his brother. He needed a big family—it’s where he belonged.

“Boys and girls?” He nods his head instantly. “So if we have five, how many girls do you want?”

“I want three girls and two boys, but I want the oldest to be a boy” You smile, he wants girls. you couldn’t help but look at him in awe—admiring how his eyes lit up when he talked about it. “I don’t want a lot of boys… stresses you out” He notices your eyes on him mid sentence, a small smile appearing on his lips with a laugh. “What?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. Your just so cute, wanting a family with me and all” You snuggle into him, heart full at the sentence you had just said. You and Neteyam… parents? Oh Eywa, it sounded so good. “I used to stay up all night dreaming of this. Just the two of us, you know?” His heart is doing backflips, stomach filling with butterflies at your words.

“Eywa, I’m so in love with you” You smile against his neck, pressing a small kiss against his jaw. You could cry just over your relationship. You’d never felt so safe, so calm in another’s arms. Your mate would admit his love for you in a heartbeat, over and over if you needed him to. “As much as I love being here with you, they have been paging me all night” You notice his pager against his necklace, letting out a small sigh before nodding.

“I’m just nervous… it’ll be okay” you reassure him but before you could get up, he cupped your face, pressing a soft but passionate kiss to your lips. It felt like his way of telling you it would be alright, and that he wouldn’t let anything ruin this day for you both.

“Don’t be nervous, Syulang. The people love you. Plus, we need to move into our own cave now, huh?” A smirk appeared across his lips and you rolled your eyes, pushing him. “All alone, every night… man, we’ll have 5 kids in no time-“

“Neteyam!” You cover his mouth and he only laughs, watching your face turn into a mug. “Not funny”

“Really? Cause with what happened last night…” His hand reaches down between you, pressing onto your stomach with a smile. “We’ve already started”

The two of you made it back to the village about 15 minutes after, Neteyam’s hand locked into yours just waiting for someone to see. You hoped it was Neytiri, knowing how badly she had been rooting for you guys. She would be the easiest.

“Neteyam!” Oh no. The little voice calls to your mate, running up to the two of you with the biggest smile on her face. You knew she’d draw so much attention, and now you were royally fucked.

“Tuk, did you see him-“ Neytiri’s eyes fall on the sight before her, her pupils lighting up with excitement. She made her way to you, pulling you into a tight hug with her hand soothing your back, whispering little reassuring things into your ear. “Great mother… you are mated?”

You nod and she almost shrieks out of excitement, the clan now coming to see what had been happening. Neteyam grabbed your hand and pulled you further, walking to the people who had been coming to you. Only one person stood out.

Mo’at.

“My sweet grandchild, I am never wrong!” She pulls you into a hug and you laugh, wrapping your arms tight around her. “I was hoping that’s where you went, boy. You’ve been ignoring us all night!” He laughs, hugging an arm around her while she still hugged you.

“Does this mean we have a Tsahìk?” Tuk’s little voice asks and the family all looks at each other, Neteyam’s hand squeezing your own. The simple nod of your head makes the clan cheer, and you couldn’t help but smile. You were nervous, but these were your people.

“You can’t keep me in here forever, sully! I’ll find my fucking daughter!” Your head turned at your fathers loud voice, almost jumping from your mates grasp. He placed a hand against the back of your head, squeezing your hand.

“Hey, hey” He soothes, turning your head to face him. “I’m right here, your safe. Your safe now” Neytiri smiles at you two, giving mo’at a slight look. Neytiri taught Neteyam to protect you growing up, but now? Great mother, nothing was getting passed him. “I’m going to deal with it, okay? I’ll be back”

He kisses your head before you could say anything, voice hesitant as you watched your mate walk toward the caves where the yelling came from. You hated that you felt so empty without him next to you, now biting your lip to try and stop your nerves from getting the best of you.

“Come, child” Mo’at grabs your hand and you turn to face her with slightly widening eyes, watching her face soften. “It is okay, he will handle everything” Neytiri’s hand cups the small of your back, giving you a reassuring look. “I will show you to your new cave—that is, if your looking to-“

“Yes. We are” Neytiri smiles, noticing how you’d lightened up when she soothed you. “I will follow you” And you did just that. Mo’at did you a solid giving you one of the more deserted Caves that happened to be bigger then most. Only the best for her grandchildren, right?

You enter the cave and almost instantly fall in love. It was a beautiful cave under the trees, and it had an opening on the back wall which looked out onto the waterfall behind your new home. You imagined it all here, the moment you’d bring home your first child.

“Do you like it?” Mo’at doesn’t miss how your eyes begin to water, her hand rubbing your shoulder with a small smile. “Sweet child, don’t cry” it was bittersweet. You grew up in a broken home with a broken family, The Sully’s being the only thing you ever had—and now, you were soon to become the Tsahìk of your clan and live a normal life with the boy you loved. You couldn’t believe it was real.

“I love it, Mo’at. I—oh, Eywa” You sniffle, wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. “Thank you… thank you both so much” you couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful water, remembering you still had to take a bath due to last nights events. Neytiri must’ve known what you were thinking because she almost instantly reassured you.

“We will give you time to get used to your new home. Let us know if you need help grabbing things from your old one, okay?” She combs your hair and you nod, giving her a small smile.

Soon enough, the two mother figures left the cave to go on about their day, most likely planning something much bigger for you and Neteyam later on. The only thing that had been holding Neteyam back from becoming Olo’Eyktan, was the fact he didn’t have a mate. Now that he did, you knew things would move fairly quick.

You let the water take you as you walk into the small waterfall stream, the loud crashes of the water somewhat soothing you in the fact you had been alone. You could still feel Neteyam’s hands against you, and his voice in your ear. You must’ve been losing it. This mate bond was far too strong.

Neteyam on the other hand, but standing right behind you with his eyes flush just taking in your perfect body. He was mesmerized by your looks, your voice, your hair, hell—even the way you smelled. You were so beautiful.

“Need some help with that?” He asks as you try to wet your back, body quickly turning toward the loving accent you were so fond of. Your eyes were big with excitement and he loved every second of it—pulling you into his arms so you’d wrap your legs around his waist. “I was only gone for 30 minutes”

“30 minutes too long, Mr. Sully” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you into a kiss. You felt your queues connect, eyes squeezing shut at the still fairly new feeling. “Did you see the cave? It’s so beautiful, Tey. We have a waterfall and-“

Neteyam watched in awe as you continued to ramble about your new life, only imagining what things are gonna be like from now on, what it would soon be like once you two started a family. He imagined you would be even more beautiful then before, pregnant and carrying his child? After years of feelings hidden away, you two were finally one—and he couldn’t wait to start a family with you.

“I love you, Syulang” He blurts out and you stop talking, looking at him while your cheeks burned with heat. He lifted his head toward you, still holding you up with his hands—pressing a passionate kiss to your lips.

Everytime your lips touched, you’d get lost in yourself. You’d forget where you even were whenever he was with you. You don’t know what came over you, but one hand set on the back of his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss while your other hand roamed his chest.

“My love, Not right now but later” Fuck. He knew you so well. You whine against his lips, tugging his hair gently back, earning a small moan from his lips. “You make it real hard to stay on task, Pretty girl”

Just as you were about to reply, the sudden snap of a twig caught your attention quickly, and your head snapped toward the direction it came from, pulling away from Neteyam’s grasp. Was someone watching you?

“Let her go!” Your mother yells, your now bleeding body fallen onto the dirty under you. Your father continued to beat you, objects cutting you and leaving bruises

“Daddy…” you tried to wipe your tears, you tried to stay strong like your mother had told you, but you couldn’t when your body had been this destroyed. Your were 9, it wasn’t your fault.

It wasn’t your fault

It wasn’t your fault

At this point, he was trying to take in the many cuts and bruises along your back, placing a soothing hand against your body. Your ears stood tall as you searched for what made that noise, up until he engulfed your body against his.

“Can we check it out—what if-“

“It’s not him, baby. He’s locked away. He can’t hurt you” You didn’t believe him. You didn’t believe that your father would leave you alone because you knew he’d find a way. He always finds a way. “My love, you can’t stay this way forever”

His hand softly caressed your stomach under the water and you couldn’t help but close your eyes, letting a small tear roll down your cheeks. That fact only made you cry, the fact he could hurt your child if he got out… it terrified you.

“I’m sorry” He shushes you, turning you towards him and pulling you back into his chest, your head laying in the crook of his neck. You felt like such a burden. You didn’t want neteyam to have to deal with this, you wanted him to be able to love you easily.

But Neteyam didn’t care that you were harder to love. He didn’t care that you woke him up every night because of your nightmares, he didn’t care when you zoned out because of your memories—he loved you. His broken hearted girl, he loved you so much.

You were all he needed, and he wanted every part of you.

Just a little cute ending to the series that started me off. Excuse the inactivity 🩵

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[rayassecretlife]

Hi lovies, I’m currently still sick but I thought I’d drop some sneak peak’s for the new smut I’m working on. Hope it’s a good one :))

[rayassecretlife]

FAR FROM HOME PART 2???

Hey!! So honestly I’m backed up on a lot of different request/part 2’s. I’m hoping to make one! I’ve been really sick the past few days and I’m not getting better so it’s been hard to even think about writing.

As soon as I feel better I’ll give an update on upcoming writings 💙

[rayassecretlife]

This.

This is what I mean when I say aged up neteyam 😩😩

fuck u james cameron we were robbed !!!!!

but at least this is the neteyam i imagine that i write for <3

[rayassecretlife]

Hello! I really enjoyed pain reliever but I was confused about something. In the story you talk about both Neteyam and the reader questioning if sex is possible with a human and Na’vi. But you also establish in the story that the reader is the first product of a human and Na’vi. So why would Neteyam and especially the reader not know if it was possible? Or did I miss something? I just was curious, but I wanna say the story was super well written.

Hey! So honestly it was kind of a last minute decision to make the reader norm’s daughter. Originally, the plot had been set for the reader to be able to breathe pandora’s air, so it kind of all fell into place on how I could make that possible.

But the way I would see it for the reader thinking that, is possibly just off first glance and thought? Since Neteyam is so much bigger then her and more, it’s kind of just a reflex to think like that 💙

[rayassecretlife]

pain reliever was SO GOOD OMFGGG 😭 i loved it!!

“scream my name, pretty girl. you deserve it” had me feeling some kind of way sskdndn 🫠

please don’t take this the wrong way, i just know i proofread my writing so many times my brain thinks it’s gonna explode and it’s so easy to miss a typo or a mistake so i’d want someone to tell me. (you don’t have to post this i just wanted to lyk!)

this paragraph is repeated love <3

Omg THANK YOU 😭😭

I wrote some of the story on here and finished it on my notes app so when I pasted it, I must’ve not caught it :/

[rayassecretlife]

Aw it's okay.... I don't want you to feel like you have so much to do if I send in a request. So no troubles lovie, I can wait for you.

I love your writing, and because i adore the way you write I genuinely want to see how you'll go writing a specific😉 type of scenario for Neteyam. Its a fluff idea, but you can always spice things up with fluff (angst, conflict, heartbreak, smut)

Hope you're having a beautiful day/night ✨

I love you so so so much anon :((

Feel free to send your request! It just might take a bit to publish is all 🙂

[rayassecretlife]

Will there be a part 2 of Hold on to me? That was so cool 😎

Yes, it’s still in my drafts after awhile lol. I don’t really know where I wanna go with it though

[rayassecretlife]

Are you open for requests at this time lovie?

This is such a hard question bc I want to say yes fully but I have so many requests I still need to finish :(

I guess you could say they are open, but depending on the request i don’t know when it will be published 💙

[rayassecretlife]

Pain reliever

Pairing: Aged up!Neteyam Sully (19) x Fem!human!Reader (18)

Summary: Your on your first day of your period and when Neteyam catches on to your painful suffering, he doesn’t stop until he finds out a way to make you feel better.

Warning(s): Mature language, Period!unprotected!p in v, blood, unprotected p in v, Slight praise kink, best friends!Angst!smut

Most people would think being a human on Pandora would be interesting, and they were right… except when you have human needs and problems that the Na’vi don’t know how to handle. Sometimes it was food, or when you need ibuprofen, but this time it was your menstrual cycle.

Your period came once a month and usually you’d go to the lab for everything you needed like medicine and pads, but even medicine wasn’t helping these cramps. Your father had recommended you some things but you had already tried everything; exercise, heating pads, medicine, etc. nothing was helping. So here you were, laid curled up in a ball inside your bed.

You prayed to eywa they stopped. You had a dinner not too long from now with the sully family and your father that you did not want to miss. Though, You didn’t know if you could hold your painful cries any longer.

“Y/N?” The sudden knock at your wooden hut’s door makes you jump, releasing your legs from the curled ball you had put yourself in. You hoped it had been your father but to your surprise, a different large Na’vi male voice was easy to recognize and you quickly shuffled around so he wouldn’t see anything when he walked in, but you had little time till he entered your room.

“Neteyam! What are you, uh… what are you doing here?” You can feel your stomach cramping horribly but you fought it off, giving the boy a straight face as he approached you.

“Wanted to make sure you were coming tonight. My mother is making your favorite” His deep, accented voice informs you, sitting down on your floor to which now he was only two inches shorter then you when you were on your bed. “Are you alright? You look pale” He goes to reach for your head but you quickly shake him off, telling him you were fine.

“I’m just tired, That’s all” Hmm, he doesn’t believe you not one bit. He’s staring you down like he’s studying your frame, trying to find the source of injury. He could smell your pain, and something else he couldn’t quite make out. “What are you-“ He shushes you as he stands up, sitting next to you on your bed that surprising didn’t break due to his large figure. He finally could smell it.

Blood.

“You are bleeding, Y/N! Where! I will take you to the lab or grandmother and-“

“No!” You cover his mouth, ceasing his worried words. The boy looks at your with wide eyes, batting his ears down as you remove your hand with a sigh. “I’m… you know how Na’vi woman have heats?” He nods his head in confusion, eyes still scattering your body to find the source of your bleeding. “Woman who are human have something like that too, except it doesn’t work the same way a heat does”

“What are you saying? A heat doesn’t make you bleed-“

“Let me finish, Tey” He sighs and nods once again, showing you his full attention. “It’s called a period and it’s… it’s basically a menstrual cycle that makes us bleed but it comes from inside, nobody hurt me” You reassure the boy but he’s still confused, he can feel your pain and definitely smell your blood, so how were you not hurt?

“But you are in pain. I-I can feel it! Don’t lie to me”

“Yes because periods also cause cramping in your stomach, and it hurts. I’ve been trying for hours to make them go away but nothing is working” Your hand is clasp around your stomach and Neteyam doesn’t miss the way your face contorts with a hiss. It was clear you were in pain.

“How can I help? I do not want you to be in pain” His voice is full of worry as he scoots closer to you, ignoring your protests as he lays his large hand on your stomach. Neteyam was so clueless when it came to human biology and it was the cutest thing ever, but right now you didn’t feel like explaining it.

“There’s nothing you can do, Tey. I’ve done all I know, I think I just need a long bath before dinner” You sigh defeatedly but he refuses to let up, shaking his head at your answer.

“There is a way, I know there is—I just have to-“

“That’s sweet, Neteyam, but I-“

“Let me help you, Y/N” His eyes are soft as they stare into your own and in that moment, you knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He hated when you were in pain and if there was one thing Neteyam stood by, it was that there was always a way to relieve it. “Go take a bath, I’ll um… I’ll go get some of your favorite fruits! Yeah, and some of that calming essential oil my grandmother has” His words were adorable, the way his tail swung when you smiled, and how determined he was to make you feel better.

“Okay, Tey” you finally give in making him smile, standing to his feet and he grabbed hold of your hand, helping you to stand up which made you laugh. “I don’t need—actually” A small smirk appeared on your lips before looking up at the Na’vi boy. If he was going to do this, you might as well play along, right? “Carry me to the pond?” You ask with confidence but slight hesitation. You and Neteyam had never been so close before but you found it nice that someone was taking care of you, especially him.

Who knows? Maybe this could be fun.

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“Norm! My man, I need your help with something” The avatar’s and humans were shocked to see Neteyam none the less, he never came to the lab. It was known that neteyam did not like humans, and you had been the only one he truly never despised. Your father appeared out of one of the rooms almost instantly to tend to the oldest sully boy, removing his ear piece.

“That you, Neteyam? I must be dreaming” He grabs his hand, pulling him into a firm but quick hug, both of them pulling away with a laugh. “What did you need? You never come here” like I said, it wasn’t a secret Neteyam didn’t like humans, that’s the exact reason he never came to the lab. He was just like his mother after all.

“Could I use one of your computers? I just need to look up a few things” Norm furrowed his eyebrows at the question but brushed it off due to Neteyam’s straight expression, not wanting to explain the situation to him.

“Follow me” The two make their way to one of the rooms that had been filled with computers, an empty and quiet room since others would get suspicious if they saw him on the monitors. “Don’t mess with anything. They’ll kick my ass if you break something” Norm informs the oldest sully boy and they both laugh, neteyam watching as the avatar left the room before opening the computer.

“Alright, let’s see…” He opens the browser, searching for what helps with a period cycle. It would have made other men laugh but Neteyam was rather intrigued, reading all the symptoms you could have. He felt horrible that you were experiencing so much pain, his heart felt for you. “Exercise, medicine, heating pads… she’s tried all of these!” He groans, clicking on the link, but it was then, he saw the only other thing he would be able to do. “Intercourse…”

He was taken aback by the sudden change in topic, would that even be possible? Neteyam wanted to help you so horribly that he was questioning whether or not it was even safe. You were human and he was Na’vi, would it even work? He was much more bigger then you, your body was so small compared to his own, wouldn’t he break you?

Would you even… want to do that with him? It would just be a friend helping a friend… right?

He wanted to ask norm, truth be told—but he knew he couldn’t ask him that, especially about his own daughter. You were an innocent girl and Neteyam was on the fence about ruining that. He didn’t want to corrupt you in any way, he just wanted to help relieve your pain.

Don’t be mistaken, Neteyam has had the biggest crush on you for as long as he could remember but you were human—or at least half. You were the first child that was mixed with Na’vi and human through reproduction, and most of the clan didn’t even know what to call you. Neteyam always struggled with this fact because even though you could breath their air and had some of their skills, your body was still human, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to mate with you, or even be accepted by his clan. Your love was forbidden.

But he always wanted to know if you felt the same way, or how far he’d go to show you how he felt.

That’s exactly what he planned to do, that was the only thing he could do. “Y/N?” His voice is soft but questioning as he knocks on the door to your hut, not hearing a response from the inside. He could smell your scent so closely though, almost as if you had been right behind him—but when he heard your soft hums behind the hut, he knew exactly where you were.

The splashing sound of the water fall slightly covered your hums, but he could make out your figure from behind the water, laughing to himself as he watched you dance. You were standing behind the waterfall, inside the cave that was also filled with water like a private jacuzzi. For you, the water had been at your shoulders but for Neteyam, it only sat level with his waist.

His ears are too busy listening to your voice to notice he had been walking into the water, making his way toward you like a fisherman under a sirens call. What he was about to ask scared him so much, but he also could stop himself. Maybe it was time he came clean.

He entered the cave without alerting you, watching as your bare back flexed when you ran your hands over your body. Your back was turned to him with your long hair flowing down it, voice echoing through the cave like a beautiful song. He could make out the outline of your chest and it almost made him choke, he felt so wrong for walking in on you but how could he stop himself? You were so irresistible.

“Y/N” you gasp and quickly lower yourself into the water, turning toward the tall boy with hesitancy. How long had he been standing there? Did he see anything? “Sorry for scaring you I, uh… I was looking for you and-“

“It’s okay, Teyam. What’s wrong? You look nervous?” Your eyes are big looking up at him, genuinely worried but he only found it attractive, as if your eyes could talk. His bioluminescent freckles are slowly peaking through their glow which makes your heart thump; he always looked so pretty like this. You watch as he lowers himself in the water to his knees, making his way over to you. His face was only a few inches taller then your own now, but he had been so close to you, you knew if he reached up he would touch your bare body in an instant. “Nete…?”

He wasn’t scaring you, but he was definitely making your nervous. His eyes scanned every detail of your face, and you worried he might’ve been mad at you or something with his lack of expression.

“I went to the lab” He finally spoke, clearly his throat with a sigh. “I found out another way you could feel better…” You cock your head slightly but smile realizing how nervous he had been. He went to the lab for you? “I know I should’ve asked you first but I just want to help you, Y/N. I… I don’t want you to be in pain”

You smile, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear before shaking your head. “No, no. I think it’s cute, You know. That you went there for me and all. I know you don’t like humans” He scoffs out a chuckle making both of you laugh, nodding his head. “What did you find out?” You question but only watch how his body tenses up, almost as if he had been afraid to tell you. “Oh come on, you didn’t go for nothing”

You don’t fail to notice how his face softens to you, and how his eyes move from one of your eyes to the other. You could feel his tail brushing against your leg, and his small freckles glowed in the slightly dimmed cave. His lips part slowly and you watch as he lets out a small breath before straightening his back.

“Can i…” His ears bat down as you raise your eyebrows slightly, listening to his words. “Can i kiss you?” The question rings in your head for maybe 10 seconds before you even begin to breathe again. Did Neteyam Sully just ask if he could kiss you? Your best friend? A Na’vi….? You felt as if your legs could give out under you, but you just continue to look at him, trying to study if he had been joking. He lets out a small breath and chuckles awkwardly, shaking his head. “Sorry I… I didn’t mean to-“

“You want to kiss me?” Your voice is just above a whisper when you speak, and your eyes are searching his for the right answer. He nods his head with a small smile.

“Only if you’ll let me?” He takes a small step closer and you don’t even try to move, he could hear your heart beating horribly fast, and could see the look in your eyes as your cheeks grew hot from his words. I made her blush! Great mother she’s blushing! Neteyam held back his smile as he watches you look away from him, his tail swaying under the water.

You finally look up to him and nod your head, your smile so big your cheeks hurt from it. He only chuckles, cupping your small face in his large hand before he leans down to press his lips against your own, and in that moment you didn’t even care you were naked under the water.

You move closer to him, allowing your breasts to press against his chest. You could feel his heartbeat with your hand against his body, it was racing just like yours. His arm was so strong around your waist, and his kiss was delicate like a small passionate peck. You always imagined your first kiss, especially with Neteyam.

Neteyam couldn’t get enough of your scent; your sweet, vanilla and coconut scent. You smelled like heaven, and even though you weren’t Na’vi, it was like you had pheromones that sent butterflies to his stomach. He felt this claim over you, like you were meant to be his, like you were his mate.

The two of you pull away slowly, still only inches away from each other. Neteyam was more confident to ask now, to tell you what he found on the internet.

“I read that, uh… that…” Maybe he wasn’t ready, but your reassuring hand on his arm made it all come out at once. “I read that having sex could help a lot” Your mind went blank when he said that. Did you hear him correctly? Sex? With Neteyam? That couldn’t be possible… right? A human with a Na’vi…

But you hated the fact this thought had crossed your mind so many times. The thought of Neteyam being your first and last, the thought of him being your first everything… it was an image you thought of a lot.

“I just… I just wanna help you, Y’know? Just wanna make you feel better” If he couldn’t see you, you would’ve been biting on your nails right now but instead your just staring at him, almost unresponsive as you fight the thoughts in your head. Could you even do this? You wanted to… but could you?

“I… but I’m bleeding” You point out with a slight sadness in your voice, and Neteyam’s hands grab your waist gently to pull you even closer to him then before. He didn’t care and you saw that, he just wanted to help you no matter what it was that you needed. Your mouth opened but almost insanely shut again due to your lack of response, and you couldn’t help yourself from pulling his face back into your own.

Your lips move perfectly in synch as soon as they lock, and in no time he has your legs wrapped around his large waist, kissing you passionately under this waterfall. A soft moan escapes your lips when he pushes his tongue against your own, and sets you on a ledge on the waterfall so he could stand up and be level with you. You don’t even realize your state until the air hits your skin, causing you to pull back from him to look down between you.

“I… Neteyam” You catch your bottom lip between your teeth as you notice your naked bodies. Though neteyam didn’t even realize your words when his eyes roam your body, fingertips tracing every curve until they reached your thighs. Your nipples were perked high, and you could already feel the pool form between your legs. Then there was his body; His very large body that was fully bare, his cock pressing against your calf. “Will this work…? Will it-“

“You ask too many questions, Tanhì” He trails, allowing his hands to move to your hardened breasts. You watch lustfully as he leans down to your neck, kissing your skin hungrily as if you were his last meal. Part of you was nervous, but the other part of you was curious. You wanted to feel him—touch him.

“Mmm…” You lay your head back against the stone behind you, laying a hand on the back of his head as he begins to trail kisses down from your neck. His large hands knead your breasts tenderly until his mouth is hovering just above one of them, tongue flicking against your nipple. “Neteyam…” Great mother how badly he’s always wanted to hear that… his name slip through your lips.

You let out a shack breath when his tongue pressed harder against and around your nipple, his other hand rolling your free nipple between his fingers. Neteyam couldn’t keep his eyes off your pretty yellows, noticing what made you moan even louder for him to keep going. He payed close attention to your body language as you grind yourself against him the best you could, feeling his hardening cock press even higher up your thigh.

“Tey, I… could you…” Neteyam watches you struggle through your words, your breath taken the moment his lips kissed your soft skin. You wanted to speak, but staring into his eyes as he completely worshiped your human body, was so fucking attractive and made you hot to his touch. “Touch me” You say in a breathless demand which makes him smirk and pull away from your nipple, placing more and more kisses back up your body till he reached your neck.

“I thought you were nervous?“ He points out in a cocky tone, one of his large hands laying on your thigh as it creeps up against his body. He’s practically trapped between your legs now and you love every second of it, your soft hands combing thorough his braids the more his lips moved up your neck. He was right, you were nervous but there was just something about him… something you couldn’t turn away from.

You let out a small gasp when you feel the head of his cock press against your inner thigh, just inches away from your core. Your body felt so needy for his, like he had flicked a switch as soon as he kissed you and you were suddenly all his to toy with. “Kiss me?” You ask while his head is still between your neck, nails scratching his skin gently as he pulls back up.

It felt surreal. It felt like just yesterday you were pulling his tail and now you were under him, begging him to make you feel better. When his lips touched yours, you felt those familiar butterflies in your stomach along with the tingling feeling between your legs—almost as if his touch had set your skin ablaze.

His lips were soft against yours with a hint of hunger, one of his hands snaking to the side of your face to pull you closer. You wanted to kiss him forever, you wanted to soak up as much as you could of him because you knew this was merely only to help you, but only Eywa knows you wanted more then that.

Ever since you were a little girl you always loved Neteyam. You father was Norm after all, which meant you were born very close to the sully family from the start. You watched Neteyam grow since as long as you could remember, sticking by his side whenever times got tough with his father. You were there for his first Ikran ride, and you cheered him on when he completed his rite of passage. Neteyam was going to be a strong Olo’Eyktan, that was for sure, but you always hated the fact he would have to mate with someone and forget about you.

It wasn’t hard to fall for the chiefs son, much less Neteyam. He was pretty in every way, and his way with words was always so beautiful.

“Mawey, Tahnì. We’ve got time” The boy mumbled against your lips, leaning his forehead against yours to slow you a down a bit. You blush out of embarrassment, you didn’t mean to rush, you were too caught up in the moment—too caught up in him. Neteyam watches as your cheeks burn a gentle pink which makes a smile pull his lips, and he can’t help but lean down to kiss your cheek. “It’s okay, I’m getting a little impatient too”

His words are just above a whisper when your eyes meet, his big yellows staring into your beautiful blue’s. He always got so lost in them, they were different from everyone else’s. You could feel his heart beating against his chest with how close you had been, how his tail brushed your thigh. Great mother, it was impossible to stay away from him.

Your hand, which already had been wandering his skin, is now just above his pelvis, threatening to touch him where he hurt the most. “You don’t have to suffer for me” You breath out gentle against him, and you watch as his lips part with a slight shudder when your fingertips graze the head of his cock.

“Y/N…” He warns barely audible as you small hand tries its best to wrap around him, but he was far too big and it was merely impossible. His lips reattach to yours before you could say anything else, and his hand slowly pulls yours away from him, beginning to trail passionate kisses down your body.

Neteyam knew you were a virgin, you didn’t even have to tell him. He remembered when you’d stay up for hours when norm and Jake had been away, talking about what you two wanted for the future or stupid things like when your first kiss would be.

Neteyam wasn’t a virgin. Hell, he was the chiefs son.

He had his fair share of girls since he was 17, but they were never really his priority. Most of the time he slept with girls to get his mind off of you, and how he couldn’t have you. Your father had seen the connection between the two of you at your very young age, always whispering to Jake whenever you’d braid Neteyam’s hair or fall asleep on top of each other somehow.

He was perfect for you in your dads eyes.

“This okay?” The boy softly asks when he presses the pad of his thumb against your clit, and you nod releasing a shaky breath. Your scent was far too strong, like a drug almost. His eyes are fallen to your bare body, stuck on the curves against your skin.

“It’s not nice to stare, Teyam” Your words lift his gaze back to your own, allowing him to notice your nervous eyes. You were afraid he wouldn’t find you attractive enough. Given you didn’t have a na’vi body and definitely not what he was used to, but if anything, Neteyam was more attracted to you then he’d ever been with anyone before.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are” The boy’s words come out gentle and soft, like a bandaid you lay atop an open wound to make it stop bleeding. Your cheeks are flush red as you sit up, laying your hands on the back of his neck. He watches closely as your eyes slowly flutter shut at the tingling feeling between your legs, the feeling he sent you with just his finger. You looked so beautiful like this, and you were so wet already. “Feel good?”

“Mhmmm… always feel so good when your around, Tey” His ears perk high at your words and he could feel his heart jump, glancing down at how his fingers played at your forbidden area. “Mm!” Your hand comes clasping around his wrist to stop his movements, feeling the pressure become a little too much to handle.

Neteyam can’t help but chuckle as he cups the side of your face with his free hand, pressing your bottom lip down with his thumb. “I’ve got you, Tanhì. Give yourself to me, let me make you feel better” his words ring in your ears as he reattaches his lips to your neck, rubbing faster circles against your clit right when you let go of his wrist. Give yourself to him?

“Neteyam…Neteyam” You repeat breathlessly and grab onto his shoulders, allowing your moans to fall from your lips so gentle you didn’t even notice you had been rambling. Neteyam’s cock was growing painfully hard now. He couldn’t take much more of the waiting, he couldn’t listen to your moans anymore without grunting in the pain he suffered.

“Need you to come for me, pretty girl. Can you do that for me?” You hum with a tense body, grip tightening around Neteyam’s arm as he chased your high. Whimpers are slipping from your lips without warning, and you could feel the growing tension in the pit of your stomach.

“Tey—Neteyam..!” Your words are shuttered by a gasp when you press your legs against his body, and push your head back against the stone under you, feeling yourself come undone. The boy above you whispers praising words in your ear as his finger slows against your clit, easing you out of your very intense high. Your chest was already heaving and you barely even started, and the way Neteyam’s eyes glued to your own made your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment.

“That’s it… good girl” His words make a shiver run down your spine, almost as if he’d reached in your body and touched your soul itself. He chuckles at your state, glancing down between you as he pulls his finger from your wet cunt, watching as your slick ran down his blue skin. You watch closely as he slips his thumb in his mouth, the sweet taste of you splurging against his tongue. You were sweet, tasted like one of the forest fruits he always loved to eat.

“Wait” you stop him from pulling your legs farther apart, slightly sitting up to look down at the unfamiliar part of him that had been pressing against you for so long. “Can i… touch you?” Neteyam’s eyes soften at your request, noticing how your eyes scanned his painfully hard cock. “It’s only fair, Right?”

After being hesitant for a second, the boy couldn’t help but smirk in the moment, cupping the side of your face. “What kind of best friend would I be if I said no?” Best friend… great mother, how were you going to survive? Neteyam had thought you only meant touching him, but to his surprise, you lowered yourself back into the water, now standing just as tall as his mid stomach.

As soon as you wrapped your small fingers around his cock, you felt how it pulsed against them, and you could hear the shaky breath that left your best friends mouth in that moment. God, even his cock had been pretty. He was long in length, somewhat thick but not to the point you found it impossible. The base of his cock was a darker blue like his skin tone, while it got lighter as you moved up, and his tip stood out in a lighter red/soft pink tone.

“You don’t have to-“

“I always knew you were pretty, but I never expected this” You mumble but his hearing is far too good to ignore it, which your words sent heat through his cheeks. Your hand is barely able to wrap around him, but your eyes stare up at him confidently as you stroke his length gently. “A pretty cock for a pretty boy” You smile, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Neteyam lets out a deep breath when he reaches his hand down to your face, cupping your cheek with his large hand.

“A gorgeous girl deserves that, doesn’t she?” He hums, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. With another glance down, your able to see the slightly blue-tinted pre that leaks from his tip, practically begging you for your tongue. Neteyam’s hand is still against your face but slowly moves to your head, noticing your hesitation.

You move your head down with his soft guidance against it, stopping when your lips were just a few inches from his leaking tip. You wanted to taste it, to discover the secrets your best friend had kept from you for so long. It was truly a dream you’ve had many times, but you were sure they wouldn’t compare to the real thing.

“Just the tip, Tanhì. Don’t want you getting hurt, do we?” Neteyam taunts above you, sucking in a sharp breath once you finally press your tongue against his skin. Your eyes close when the sweet taste hits your tongue, and you can’t help but hum around his cock approvingly. “Kalweyaveng… just like that, Y/N” He breathes, the warmth of your small mouth taking the head of his cock with a nice welcome. Your hand is still stroking the rest of him, helped by the water so his cock had been wet from the start.

You pull back slightly after awhile to run your tongue along the side of it, flicking it over his sensitive spots. “Like this?” Neteyam groans, his fingers slowly starting to grip your hair. The bioluminescent freckles against his cock begin to glow brighter, alerting you of his arousal which makes you blush. The Na’vi was holding his pretty sounds from you, trying his hardest to hold it together.

“Just like that” his words are extremely faint as he looks back down to you, watching as you place him back in the warmth of your mouth. You knew he was getting frustrated when more and more pre leaked onto your tongue, begging for something much more then your mouth. Which is exactly why he pulled your head off of him and reached down, pulling you back up to sit on the ledge.

You frown, “was I not good-“

“You were fucking perfect, Y/N. I just—fuck, I need you” He lays you back against the stone once again, his large hands roaming your bare skin. “Great mother” You laugh as he cursed himself, head dropping down to capture the skin of your neck between his lips. You let out a soft moan as your hands traveled his body, indulging in the amazing feeling of him against you. It felt like his hands were everywhere—touching you, kissing you… he was practically apart of you. You could feel every emotion that coarse through his body, every loving feeling of his heart thumping against his chest. “N-Need you, Y/N”

You smile at his whimpers, this didn’t feel like just sex; this felt so much deeper, so much more sensual and it was doing so much to the both of you. Even through the pain and need for his body against your own, your mind still fogged with fear, reaching down to feel where his cock pressed against your thigh. “Neteyam” He let out a shaky breath once your fingers graze him, your hand clasping around his length in curiosity. You both looked between you at your movements, and you could no longer tell which side to listen to—your body or your fear. “Neteyam…” you repeat, tired of fighting with your mind and he looked to you with concern, realizing the slight panic in your voice.

He noticed your face twist in resistance and quickly cupped your cheek, stopping your hand from exploring the forbidden part of his body. “Y/N, Look at me” He didn’t need the bond to feel your fear inside and out, almost instantly rushing to sooth your frantic mind. You wanted this, you did—it was just so scary. “We don’t have to do this, okay? There’s other ways I can take care of you” His accent is soothing against your ear but you shake your head, wrapping your hand around his wrist gently.

You and him both knew your anxiety was off the charts some times, but you definitely wanted to do this with him. You were in love with him, and you wanted nothing more then to show him how much you loved him. “I want to do it, I do i just-“ Your rambling is cut by his lips, softly pressing into yours sweetly. He heard you, he saw you and he definitely understood you. “Slow?” He chuckles, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Always” He kisses the palm of your hand and you feel your heart fall flush with love, that smile he so desperately loved reappearing across your lips. “Tell me if it’s too much, yes?” You nod, kissing the bridge of his nose before he stood back up, pulling your body closer to the edge so it pressed against his. Your top half felt empty without him there but you held out, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch his every move.

He took his painfully hard manhood in his hand, gently running it along your dripping wet slit. You both could’ve got off just by this motion, just off the sight of one another like this. The first time was always painful, Neteyam knew that. He wanted nothing more then to make it the most comfortable and loving experience you could’ve imagined. He didn’t want to have sex, he wanted to make love to you—make you feel all his love that’s been pent up all these years.

“I’m gonna go real slow, okay? I won’t hurt you” You smile at his soft words, knowing how afraid he was of actually hurting you in any way, shape or form. You reassure him as he slowly pushes himself past your entrance, only the tip of him steadying inside you. You bite your lips, already feeling the slight burning sensation between you. He was so big compared to you, and you knew there was much worse pain to come. “This is the hardest part, Ma’Tìyawn”

You didn’t care, you just wanted him close to you and he saw that. He saw your nervous eyes almost instantly and leaned his body down to your own so he could hover over you. “It’s okay, Teyam” You whisper and feel your breath reflect off his face onto yours, faces only inches apart. He dips his head down to your neck, pulling the skin between his lips as he pushed a further depth inside you. The pain grew immensely and your nails dug into his back, grunts escaping his mouth.

“I know, I know” He soothes beside your ear, trying his hardest to keep his composure. You felt so good around him, like your body had been made to fit with his. “Your doing so good, Baby. It’ll get better, just relax for me” Your needs are telling you to take all of it at once but you know in your mind you’ll get hurt, or at least be horribly sore in the morning. You let out a gasp when he pushes further, pushing your hand against his chest with a cry. “Good girl” He praises, glad you had told him instead of hiding your pain.

“It hurts, Tey…” He shushes you, wiping your cheek off with the gentle pad of his thumb. You still wanted this more then ever and he knew that, but he’d be lying if he said it wouldn’t be hard. Neteyam must’ve waited forever until you gave him the okay, making sure he didn’t push you over your edge. He wanted to take care of you, he needed to make you feel better.

“There you go, That’s it” His coaching words help your body relax and he takes his time pushing into you all the way, earning a louder moan from your lips when he buried himself inside you.

“I—you—fuck” He chuckles at your stuttering voice and pulls your ear between his teeth, watching them perk at his sweet voice. “So big…” Now it’s his ears perking at your praise, and you can feel his hands tighten around your body. Even through the pain you smirk, placing a kiss against his shoulder. A praise kink, huh? What else was there to him? You thought to yourself, pulling his head up in front of your own. “Just give me a second, okay?”

Neteyam smiles, planting a soft kiss against your lips before mumbling against them, “take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere, Tanhì” His big eyes stare into yours with patience, and his hand slips between you to find your sensitive bud. Your cheeks flush a dark red at his words, and it almost makes you want to utter the forbidden words you’ve always wanted to say.

I love you. The words flood your mind while your fingers touch gently along his face, moaning at the sensation he had been giving you in every way.

He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, glancing between you nervously but you quickly pull his gaze back to you, nodding your head. He was so cute like this, so afraid of hurting you. He nods his head before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, gently moving his hips against your own. You felt so full of him, so full you felt like you could break in half. Your cramps were slowly starting to go away with every small thrust, your moans growing louder as he buries his head in your neck.

“Y/N your… shit—so tight” He breaths against you and you let out a soft moan, his ears perking at the sweet sounds you made. “Doing so good… fuck, you take me so well” Oh how the butterflies in your stomach made you giggle, crashing your lips against his again. His hands were gentle against your body but his pace slowly increased with time, and every moan and gasp you let out would only encourage him more.

“Teyam…” The sound of his name rolling off your tongue made him almost feral, and he could only watch as your eyes roll back and your legs squeeze his body. Now, all your pain had gone away. Your cunt was soaked from the mix of your slick and blood, making it such an easy access to the boy above you. You held his face, eyes never leaving his even with every shock of pleasure he sent you. His forehead was soon covered in sweat and so was yours, all that could be heard in the forest were your loud moans that covered his small whimpers. “More, Tey. Please” Your body speaks for you and he instantly grants your wish, pulling both of your legs up to lay against his shoulders.

Your mouth fell open as his tip kissed your cervix, reaching a depth you didn’t even know he could go. This is exactly what you needed, and it made it almost impossible to stay quiet. “Your the only girl I want saying my name. My gorgeous girl… great mother, Ma’Y/N. You are so beautiful, you know that?” He moves closer and you whimper at the stretching of your legs, massaging his arm as your head fell back against the grass.

“Your the gorgeous one, Tey” You tease through a moan and he only chuckles, leaning down to kiss your jaw. This boy was your life in one person and you weren’t ready to lose him—not to a Na’vi or anyone else.

His teeth pull your ear and you giggle, nails digging into his back so hard you knew you left a scratch. That feeling is back, the one you got before that sat in the pit of your stomach. Neteyam could feel you pulsing around him, and this only made him slow down, taking his time to make every stroke deep enough to the point you could feel every inch of him.

“Neteyam… I’m…” Your words are shortened by your shaky breath but he sees right through you, and he’s quick to hold your thigh, picking up his pace just a bit to draw you to your edge. He wanted you to scream it—to tell the whole forest how only he could’ve helped you. Neteyam was so set on it. After this, there was no turning his feelings away anymore.

“Scream my name, pretty girl. You deserve it” It felt so forbidden the way he slipped inside you with ease now, how something so much larger then you was welcomed by your body like you were it’s home. He applies more pressure, both inside and outside of you, holding your leg firmly against his shoulder.

“Neteyam. Oh, my god” you moan his name louder, nails digging deeper against his large shoulders. You’re completely lost in him, and you’d didn’t care. You didn’t care about someone hearing, or what this would mean afterwards, you just needed him with you—right now.

“I’ve waiting too long for this” He grunts against your ear making your stomach flip, and you can’t help but question through a moan.

“W-what?”

But he dips his head back down to kiss you, driving his hips back against yours in a passionate thrust. He ignored your question purposely, he wasn’t going to ruin the moment the two of you were sharing. Of course you didn’t understand his comment. Hell, Neteyam knew better then to believe you loved him. You always saw him as your family, like a brother.

But that was far from true.

“Neteyam” He was far too caught up in the blissful feeling between you, and you watch closely as his bioluminescent freckles glow brighter, another kiss planting against your lips. Then there it was again; that pit in your stomach.

That pit that cried to your body for a release, that pit that built the worst pressure against your abdomen, and that pit that neteyam had put there.

But he had been pulsing inside you too, and you felt every last bit of it. Every beat, and heard every grunt that left his mouth. He was eager, just as you.

“I’m… oh, fuck! I’m coming, Tey..!” You warn against his lips. Neteyam’s answering moan vibrates all around your lips, sending a shockwave to your stomach when you’re just barely tipping over the edge.

“Come for me, Tanhì. My perfect girl, come just for me” You grow dizzy and you can do nothing but submit to him, unapologetic when you moan his name the loudest you could. He’s pushing harder and faster, just the way you needed and somehow, someway, this became much more than just sex.

He was making love to you, and you noticed it as soon as he caressed your face.

“Neteyam!” You scream, biting down on your lip to stifle any louder moans that could’ve gotten you caught. Your body feels it—the crashing of your orgasm, the tightening of your stomach, and the slick that poured from your sopping cunt. Your legs tighten around the boy just as your walls around him do, and you leave Neteyam a grunting mess above you.

“That’s it—fuck, good… good girl” The heat between you is more intense now then ever, all that could be heard was the sound of your heavy breathing and moans mixed together. “Fuck, Y/N” His body trembles and his thrust become sloppy, shoving himself against you one last time before he’s just over his edge.

He pulls himself from you with a grunt, and a long moan is heard from the both of you when his light blue release spills onto your stomach, coating you in it. His body jerks into his hand and your head falls back against the stone under you, chest still heaving with pure exhaustion.

It’s a good two minutes before either of you were able to move, but even then, you chose to stay in the position you had been in, except now you were rolled over—head laying against his large chest.

“That was…” You mutter under your breath, unable to finish.

“Unbelievable” He replies, making you look up at him with the a small laugh, except this time it was more innocent. The boy looks down at you and it’s clear he can’t hide it anymore, he can’t keep acting like his feelings for you don’t exist. “Feel better?” Neteyam asks with a gentle stroke to your arm, comforting your tired body against his.

“So much better” You hum with a smile, laying your head in the crook of his neck. “Thank you, Tey” His face falls at your words, replying with a simple anytime. He wasn’t ready to leave you, to go home without you by his side. This could be the only night you’d ever be this close, and he knew this would be the only time to admit his feelings for you, but he just couldn’t. “I’m happy with this, you know”

His forehead creases at your words, “what do you mean?” He’s nervous, you could hear his heartbeat against his chest, and it was quickening by the second. The soft pads of Neteyam’s fingers brush your hair away from your face, just in time for you to look up at him with a smile.

“This, us, you…” us? Did you mean to say that? “I’m glad it was you” And there it was, the realization between both of you. You were no longer in the dark and mist of each other, but you now saw each other clearer than day itself, and it made you wonder.

Was this ever just a pain reliever?

Ughhh I kind of hate this… feels so rushed :/

My writers block is terrible but I’m trying to write day by day, hopefully I’ll have another Jake sully smut out soon!

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[rayassecretlife]

Can you do some more Jakes your dads best-friend pleaseeee🤭

I think I’m gonna do a part 3 to the two other ones I posted 😉

[rayassecretlife]

A different type of punishment

Pairing: Dilf!Jake Sully x 23 year old!Fem!Omayikaya!Reader

PART 1

Summary: even after you gave yourself to your fathers best friend, the two of you try to hide your desire for each other. but when Jake catches you in your own act to satisfy yourself, he can’t help but step in and show you his desire for you is just as strong and can’t be tamed.

Not proof read! Definitely has mistakes :/

Warning(s): Mature language, kissing, corruption kink, unprotected p in v, degradation, marking, Fem!receiving & male!receiving, breeding, praise kink, switch!dom!Jake, Slight angst smut… etc

Being the village princess was never something you loved, and it definitely wasn’t something you wanted for your dating life. The village knew you as the most innocent girl there was and you always played the part, smiling in everyone’s face even if you didn’t want to. Your father always forced you to go out with guys he thought were right for you, urging you to mate so you could start your future. You were 23 and in his eyes, no one would ever catch your eye.

But that was far from true.

Jake sully; your father’s right hand man and best friend in the entire clan. He watched you grow since you were 16, and you always knew him as your protector growing up. Back then, you only ever looked at Jake as just that, but ever since you turned 18, it was like your mind changed completely.

A month ago, you got wasted on your birthday and had sex with the man, but ever since then you hadn’t spoken about it. You hated yourself for what you did and so did he, but the both of you couldn’t steer the fact that it felt so right. Your small body in his large arms, the way his name left your mouth so effortlessly while begging, his eyes on your body whenever you walked past—it all felt like you should’ve been living in a different reality.

You’d get these weird butterflies in your stomach whenever he would lay a hand on your skin, or even just speak to you. You’d find yourself getting these random fantasies in your mind about him daily with the memories of his voice in your ear, and you’d often think of him when you were working.

There was something about how muscular his body grew to be, and how much deeper his accent had gotten over the years that made you so feral for him. It felt like he was teasing you with it whenever he entered a room.

After your birthday, You would catch yourself staring at him all the time, especially when you went hunting. The way the muscles in his back moved when he pulled back his bow, and how his strong hands guided you to repeat his own motions, you always fell so flush in his arms.

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help letting your mind roam when you touched yourself, thinking of him above you and how he once was the one touching you. He gave off the exact vibe you wanted, like he could completely destroy you with only a simple touch of his finger.

Which he definitely could.

“Oh, Jake…” why couldn’t you stop yourself? Why couldn’t you think of anyone else that was closer to your age and not forbidden to your love? Only if you had been the same age as him… you would’ve got rid of this desire years ago. Your father was out on a scouting trip till the next morning, and as of right now, your once again chasing your high after someone you shouldn’t be, someone who was far too old for you.

It should creep you out, but the age gap between the two of you only made you want him more, knowing how forbidden it was for him to touch you—it just felt so right. Your eyes are fluttered shut as you run your hands all along your body, not holding back the heavy breaths that escape your throat. You imagine every touch against you is his own, and that alone gets you so needy for more.

You allow one of your hands to lower, fingers finding your begging clit almost instantly. A small gasp leaves your mouth as you twist your nipple between your finger, and push against your clit with intent. Your so caught up in yourself, you don’t even notice the sound of your name being called softly as your throwing your head back in bliss.

“Y/N? I brought you food, kid” Jake is walking around your cave with his eyebrows furrowed, noticing you were nowhere to be found. His ears on the other hand, twitched at the seeping sounds coming from your room.

Your father had instructed Jake to look after you while he was gone for the day, which meant bringing you dinner and checking on you hourly, but you had forgotten. Silly you, right? Forgetting the man you wanted so badly, was coming to watch you?

“Jake…” Your body was hot, almost burning with desire as you recite his name over, slipping one of your fingers in your mouth to muffle your moans. You didn’t have time to pray no one would hear—you already knew what was happening to you.

Your heat was here, and it was coming quick.

Jake sets down the food before making his way to the sound slowly, almost unsure of what was happening. It wasn’t until he stopped in front of your doorway when he realized what it was, what that familiar noise was.

“Oh my… fuck” Jake quickly moves over to lean against the wall that separates the two of you, already feeling his cock twitch at your moans. God, how much he missed them. Although, that’s when he came to a terribly dangerous realization.

“Fuck” He curses under his breath, the sweet smell of your pheromones filling his nose. You were definitely entering your heat, your small was far too strong to not be. Even if he could leave before, he definitely couldn’t now. Your smell affected him, and he could already feel his loincloth growing tighter by the second.

“Jake, I’m… m’gonna come…” His ears perk high when he hears his name leave your gentle mouth, and his feet are threatening to carry themselves through your doorway, wanting so badly to make himself known.

Jake sat there for what felt like forever listening to you, praying to Eywa for strength to get him through this. He didn’t want to ambush you, the two of you barely even spoke since your birthday. It was only miscommunication but neither of you knew that. Jake wanted to be there for you, he wanted to help you but he also knew you probably weren’t in the best mindset due to your heat, which made it so hard for him to make a decision.

But dammit, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Your smell… your words—they were too strong.

He slowly pulls back the cloth from your doorway slightly, hesitantly entering to find you still too wrapped up in yourself to even notice he was there. He watches in awe as your hand roams your body, while the other is rubbing fast circles to your clit in an effort to chase your edge.

Jake sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he approaches your bed, bending down so he could watch your every move. Just as your about to release, he grips your wrist, pulling your hand off of your body which all made you gasp and snap your eyes open.

“J-jake!” You stutter nervously, his face is dangerously close to your own, and the flashbacks from your birthday are already starting to seep into your mind. He only chuckles, releasing you from his grasp as he stands straight back up, shaking his head in amusement. “How long… how long have-“

“I heard everything, Peach” Your heart on the ground when he says that, but he looks so confident in himself when it leaves his mouth, like he was proud that you thought of him when you touched yourself. “You forgot I was coming, didn’t you?”

You nod sheepishly, sitting up straight on your bed. “I… I think my heat is here” Your hands cover your body as if he’d never seen it before, his eyes burning holes into your own. He found this funny, didn’t he? You were so embarrassed for so long, but then you remembered how you were that night on your birthday—and how he couldn’t resist you.

Your urges were growing by the second just by his strong scent, and he looked even better then before in this light.

Which is exactly why you removed one of your hands from your body and moved it to the back of his neck, crashing your lips against his in only a second. Jake’s large hand wraps around your neck as soon as your lips touch, and you can’t help but moan against him while letting your free hand roam his strong arms.

It was clear this was long overdue. The two of you had been craving each other since your birthday, and this was only the beginning of the trouble you’d get yourself into.

But Jake was quick to pull away, his hand still strong against your throat. “You think it’s that easy, Peach?” Your looking at him for guidance on what he wanted but he only smirks, leaning down till his lips brush the lobe of your ear. “You’ve been a real brat lately, don’t you think? Teasing me and giving me those dirty looks in public—you really thought I’d let that go?” He chuckles, taking your lobe between his teeth, gently pulling it down before releasing. “I was planning on being nice to you tonight, but seeing as you already got started without me… I think i have to punish you”

“What if i want you to?” Every word that escapes your mouth only makes him chuckle more. Didn’t you know you were playing with fire? Jake was already holding back as it is, trying his hardest not to fuck you senseless right there in that moment. “I’ve been thinking about you all month, touching myself to the thought of you above me again”

Your teasing words make his cock twitch against his loincloth and he grips your chin between his fingers, making you look directly at him with that cocky smile of yours. “Lay back, keep your legs open” his voice is demanding while his breath is hot against you, sending shivers down your spine as you follow his orders. Jake couldn’t take his eyes off your figure, you looked so good like this, like a complete slut.

You prop yourself onto your elbows to watch the man in front of you, taking in his large figure with those pretty doe eyes he loved so much. “Can’t I take that off for you?” You ask through batted lashes and he already knows what your thinking. He shakes his head, sitting on his knees on the ground so his head was level with your body, making more butterflies explode inside your stomach. He was so close, almost apart of you.

He pulls your legs to the edge of the bed, and he’s quick to grab the hand that immediately reached down for his head, raising an eyebrow to you. “You wanna be a good girl, right?” He tsked and you nod desperately, removing your hand back to your side. “Then take your punishment so I can treat you like one” Before you can even reply, his warm mouth is already closed around your bud, and you couldn’t seem to stop the gasp that escaped your lips.

His tongue is hot against your beating clit with his hands harsh against your thighs, keeping you in place as he grows completely lost in your taste. Soft moans leave your mouth while you fight with yourself to keep your hands off him, digging your nails into the loom fabric under you. Those fantasies you were having the past month all flood your head at once, and you couldn’t stop your high from rushing back.

“Jake…!” You were so sensitive from your previous actions that you knew you couldn’t hold it much longer, especially when he slipped two of his large fingers inside you at once. “Ja—fuck! M’gonna come if you don’t-“

“Not until I say so” His words are harsh against your cunt, almost getting angry with how impatient you had been. You cry out a begging please and reach down to grip his thick dreads, clenching around his fingers as they plunge into your dripping wet core. You could hear the sounds it was making as he devoured you, almost as if you were to be his very last meal.

He was way too good at this, there was no way you could hold off. Having already been edged when he interrupted you earlier, he was putting you through much more torture now.

“Please, Jake! Want you inside… wanna come!” Your words are molded together when you throw your head back, practically crying for him to let you release. His fingers kiss your cervix so perfectly you were sure they were made for you—sure he was made for you. Jake wants nothing more then to watch you, but he’s so lost in your body he can’t help but shut his eyes, enjoying the moment you had together that you both knew wouldn’t come around again till after awhile. You could feel a bigger pit in your stomach surface, and you knew that’s exactly what he was looking for the entire time.

“That’s it, Kid. You can come—fuck, scream my name. Tell me how bad you want it” His praising words make you almost immediately let go, allowing your back to arch off the bed and your fingers to grip his hair tighter, pushing his face closer to your core. You scream his name without much effort, and he’s still cleaning you up with his tongue, curling his fingers inside you to help ride out your high.

“Jake—Sir, it’s too much!” That name… you were in for it now. Sir? Now that, was the girl he knew. When he’s satisfied with his job, he stands to his feet and removed his fingers from inside you, both of you watching how your slick coats them effortlessly.

Jake doesn’t waste a second before he has a hold on your throat again, pulling you off the bed so he could push you down to your knees, lifting your chin so he could see your face. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours, peach” Your quick to listen, laying your tongue out on full display for him to push his fingers inside your warm mouth, while his free hand strokes your hair. “Such a dirty girl… I’ve missed you so much”

You hum around his fingers, twirling your tongue around them until you got every bit of your slick off of them. Your hands are working to untie his loincloth as soon as he pulls his digits away from you, and your growing impatient when the knot gets stuck so you can’t untie it.

But finally, you pull it off and his painfully hard cock springs free, earning a small sigh from the man above you. “Been thinking of this cock for so long… I wanted it so bad, Sir” Jake chuckles, placing a hand under your chin while taking his length in his other, teasing it’s tip against your soft tongue.

“My dirty girl, it’s all yours” And it was. Every word he muttered was nothing but the truth and you both knew it. Jake was too old for you, but he didn’t care anymore. He loved you, and he’d admit that over and over if he had to—if it wouldn’t ruin both of your reputations.

Walking around with that sway in your hips and that smirk on your face whenever you walked past him, you drove his absolutely insane. He saw the way other men looked at you, like you were theirs to claim or something. Jake couldn’t stand to watch you flirt or hear other males fantasize about you, he wanted nothing more then to make it known you were his.

And in a perfect world, he would do exactly that.

But the two do you couldn’t afford that, and it was already dangerous enough how the two of you were sneaking around once again.

Your eyes are watering from the impact against your throat, allowing the tip of his length to kiss the back, earning a small gag from your mouth which only got him harder then before. Jake doesn’t hold back when he fucks your face, keeping a tight hold on your soft hair to steady you in place. He was using you, and you loved every second of it.

“God, I can’t win with you, Kid” Just as you feel his cock pulse inside your mouth and taste the small beads of pre that leaked onto your tongue, Jake pulls himself from you, pulling you up to your feet almost instantly.

“Did I do bad, Mr. Sully?” You ask cockily, already knowing the real reason he pulled away. The man pushes you back harshly until your back hits the stone wall of the cave, and you find yourself encased between it and his large body.

“Just stop talking and bend that pretty ass over for me, Yeah?” You giggle and it makes his heart flutter, never tearing his eyes from your body as you turn around, placing your hands on the stone ledge with your ass already pushed against his abdomen. You let out a blissful hum when his hands grab your hips, definitely making a mark of his fingers against your skin.

He moves one of his hands to tangle inside your long hair, pulling it back to force your head toward him. “My sweet little girl, need you to be the loudest you can be. M’gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never be able to look at your bed without thinking of me” His breath is hot against your ear as you moan out a yes, scratching your nails along the stone under them.

“Oh, Jake… You have no idea how badly I’ve craved your dirty words in my ear” And in only a second, he was pushing into you all at once, earning the sharpest gasp from your mouth. “F-fuck!” You could feel his cock stretching you with every small thrust, along with the slight sting of his nails that dragged along your hips.

He captured your neck between his lips, sucking on your sweet skin like he had been savoring it, all while sending you slow and meaningful strokes.

“Just relax for me, I’ll make it feel so good” He whispers against your ear and you could only moan. You knew he would—great mother, he would take all night inside you if you’d let him. You could feel your heat creeping up on you slow, and you couldn’t help the hand that moves between your bodies to find your sensitive bud. You were afraid Jake would yell at you but he did the exact opposite. “This is the only time you should ever touch yourself. Only when I’m buried inside you, Peach”

Jake praises against your neck with a shaky breath, taking in your alluring scent that only made him more possessive over you. That scent, he didn’t want any other male to ever smell you, especially in your heat. Your cunt is warm and inviting around him, welcoming his length with more and more slick covering it, as if inside you was his home.

Which it was.

You rub circles against your clit to near you to your edged release, but you didn’t want it to end. You feared this would be the last time the two of you slept together, but you were sure it wasn’t. Jake couldn’t stay away from you—not now.

“M-mark me again?” You ask sweetly, making Jake curse under his breath. You could already feel his fangs brushing your soft skin, itching to puncture the same mark he made on your birthday. He wanted nothing more than to give you everything you wanted, and he couldn’t deny that he was holding back so harshly. “I’m so tired of sneaking around, Jake. Mark me… please just mark me”

“Your heat is taking over, Sweet thing. So needy now, let me take care of you” He whispers against your neck as he pushed your hair away from the back of it, trailing his tongue along the old mark. At this point, you can feel the small pit in your stomach surface, all at the same time his fangs puncturing your skin once again.

“Ngh! I’m… Jake I’m so close…” You whimper against the stone, rubbing your clit faster to match his sped up strokes. He soon retracts his teeth from your skin once he’s satisfied with his markings, a smirk pulling at his lips as he examines it. You yelp when he pulls you back onto him, and all that could be heard was the sweet sounds of your skin slapping against each others.

“Does my good girl want to come?” You cry out a yes at his obvious question, begging words slipping from your mouth the closer he drew you to your end. Jake chuckles, pressing his body against yours when he snakes his arms around your body, keeping you as close as he could to his own. “Want you to scream my name when you come—Make daddy so fucking proud, Tanhì” You whimper loudly when he begins to snap his hips against yours, hitting the spot you so desperately begged him to over and over again.

“I’m coming, Jake!” You inform in a gasp but he continues, leaving bruising kisses along your body that he couldn’t help but smile at. He was destroying your body and you were letting him. You were letting him use you. “Please—fuck! I can’t-“

“Come on, Baby. You wanna be my good girl, right? Make me happy—come for me!” You’re practically sobbing against the stone when you come undone, screaming his name so loud you were almost positive people heard. Jake is quick to reach between the two of you to rub your clit continuously, loving the sounds of your sweet whimpers under him.

“S’too much! Fuck!” Jake stands back up to watch your slick spray onto him and the floor under you, painting it all with your sweetness and topping it all off with your loving moans. Your wetness covers Jake’s fingers and length when he pulls out of you, watching your tired body slouch against the stone ledge.

“Don’t fall asleep on me just yet, baby” You whimper loudly when he picks you up and places you on the ledge, pulling your bottom to sit just at the end of it so it pressed against his abdomen. “Open” He mumbles, pressing his fingertips against your lips until you obey, sticking your tongue out for him to slip his fingers inside.

You could feel the heat between your legs slowly build up once again, and Jake noticed almost immediately. His free hand is firm against your hips, muffling your moans with his large digits against your tongue. Your body was on fire the minute he slipped himself back into you—almost as if you were whole again.

“That’s it… Taking me so well. You missed daddy as much as I missed you, hm?” Jake reaches down to grab hold of the back of your neck, pulling you to sit up a bit to the point you could watch the way your hips collide. You nod desperately and lay a hand on his chest, nails clawing at his beautiful blue skin until they leave marks. “God, you’re so beautiful—wish I could breed you… I—fuck, Y/N” You watch as Jake lets out many uncontrollable grunts and you knew he was close, especially when he pulled his fingers from your mouth to cup your face.

“Please” Your words come out softly when your eyes lock on his own, lips trembling in a pout as you lay a hand on the side of his neck, moaning at every little stroke he sent you. “I want you—only you” Your words are as true as Eywa, and Jake doesn’t miss the way you look at him with pure love in your eyes—but his mind couldn’t fathom the weight of what you had said, staring at you while his heart raced horribly fast.

“Kid…” He trails, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he lays his forehead against your own, strokes slow and passionate while hitting the very depth inside you. “I… you know we can’t-“

“I love you, Jake” No, you didn’t. You didn’t love him, right? You couldn’t… he couldn’t… Jake tries to collect himself but his end is nearing him hot and fast, completely dismissing the words you just let slip from your mouth. “I want all of it, Jake. I want all of you!” You gasp at the sudden snap of his hips, pressing your hand against sweat-drenched chest.

“Stop sayin’ that, Peach. You know I can’t do that. You’re in heat, I’ll get you pregnant and then-“

“And then we won’t have to hide anymore” before you could say anything else, His lips come crashing against your own, and the simple repeating snap of his hips told you everything you needed to know. He couldn’t possibly do this, could he? He hated himself so much right now—you weren’t crazy or making up feelings, he did love you. He loved you so much but he didn’t want to ruin anything between you and your father.

The war inside Jake’s mind fogged his thoughts and he could only squeeze his eyes shut at this point, feeling his end nearing. Your small hands claw his large chest and arms, moaning against his lips to which allowed him to slip his tongue past yours. Your stomach was rumbling with butterflies and pure lust, drunk off the man above you but also so pleading for him to tell you he loved you too.

“Damn it, Kid. Your unbeatable” His hoarse voice is vibrating against your lips, and you could hear the slight anger in his voice but he made an effort to calm himself—his frustrated state that was slightly threatening to break. You let out multiple cries against him as he snaps his hips, and you soon felt that twisting feeling in the pit of your stomach once again—squeezing him tighter inside you till he could barely move. “Y/N, I can’t—we can’t… shit”

His cock is throbbing against your walls, begging to release inside of you. He couldnt get over how good you felt, how you had just given him consent to breed you. Jake couldn’t hold himself much longer, and now he needed you to come before he could.

“Jake…!” Jake groans with his face twisting in pleasure and a small amount of pain from your nails digging into his skin, his breathing hot and fast as he pulls in and out of your dripping wet center. “I-I’m… Mmph!” You crash your hand against your mouth in attempt to muffle your very loud, ear piercing moans but Jake is quick to remove it, coaching you through your high that was surfacing quickly.

“Loud as you can be, remember? My gorgeous girl… feels so fucking good” He utters against your ear in another guttural groan, gripping your hips tightly when you tried to move away from him. But all Jake could think about was how good you felt, and how badly he wanted to give everything up for you in this moment. “Such a dirty girl but you’re mine, huh? Yeah. Your mine”

But you couldn’t listen anymore, you couldn’t go another second without being against his body, you couldn’t go another second without pressing your lips into his—which is exactly why you kissed him until it felt like you couldn’t breathe, until it felt like he was the only thing in the world, and in that moment he didn’t care anymore.

You push your hands into his hair with every grunt that leaves his mouth, and your eyes are stuck on his hand that releases your hip to grab his queue. He doesn’t waste a second before connecting it with your own, and you both watch as your pupils shoot bigger, and it had officially pushed Jake over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…!” He whimpers against your neck and grips your skin once again, sending one final snap of his hips into you until he couldn’t bury himself further, spilling his messy seed inside of your perfect cunt. Sweet moans leave your mouth at the hot sensation inside you, and your hands caress the man above you, your heaving chests and heavy breaths filling the entire room with echoes.

You can tell your heat is effecting him when he’s fighting to stay above you, laying his head against your body because he didn’t want to pull out of you just yet. Your hands roam his hair gently, pulling on little strands between your fingers with the softening hum of your voice.

“Jake” You call to him gently, voice filled with lust. That was all he wanted to hear; you saying his voice over and over. He wished for a future where he woke up to you calling his name, or calling him for meals and to feed your future children. He wanted to regret it—believe Eywa he wanted to, but he just couldn’t.

In just a second, he’s laid next to you breathless, and wrapping his arm around your limp body to comfort you. The two of you are drenched in sweat and feelings, almost as if you couldn’t believe what had just happened. You’re quick to swing your leg over his own to lay against his chest, and you hugged him torso like you had been afraid of him leaving again, but you should’ve known that wasn’t possible.

“I don’t care what people think, I want you to be mine all the time. I want the people to know I’m yours, Jake. I want-“ You try to confess but your voice is almost immediately cut off by his lips against your own once again, this time passionate and sweet to cease your rambling. You hum against his lips when he cups your face and pulls away only a small amount from your face, and for a second your scared of what he might say—but he only smiles softly, leaning his forehead against your own.

“I love you too, Peach”

I feel like this was so bad but I’m rusty so…

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The Fall

adult Lo‘ak x female omatikaya reader

Words: 11.5k

Summary: It was like falling off a cliff. A slow, steady fall and then the blinding crash. But in reality, a fall would’ve hurt less. Less than this.

Warnings: explicit smut, angst, friends with benefits, p in v, love confession, oral, begging, Lo‘ak being a switch, arguments, mentions of arranged marriage, one sided love, drunk sex, sleepy sex, handjob, creampie, praise kink, Lo‘ak is 26 & reader is 24, jealousy, possessive behavior, hair pulling, overstimulation, language barrier, teasing, sexual tension, (let me know if I missed anything)

Notes: this is probably my longest fic ever and I had so much fun writing it. Thank you mica for your request, it really motivated me to finally post this, I hope you like it! <3

Na’vi translations:

tanhì - (little) star, bioluminescence freckle

sevin - pretty

kalin - sweet

It was like falling off a cliff. A slow, steady fall and then the blinding crash. But in reality, a fall would’ve hurt less. Less than this.

The first time it happened was the day of Tuk‘s Iknimaya. 

You remember that day like it was just last week. The clan celebrated her rite of passage and welcomed her and a handful of other young omatikaya into adulthood with a great fest. People were dancing, singing and the night was filled with laughter and stories told by the elder. The food was fantastic, but unfortunately, so were the drinks. 

And Lo‘ak was never one to say no when there was liquor, especially not when Spider challenged to drink him under the table. 

The night ended just a little sooner for the two of you, when Lo‘ak was on the verge of passing out and his father began worrying for his sons wellbeing. Probably worrying for his reputation too, but that was just how Jake was. 

"Get this knucklehead home before he throws up and ruins his last chance to find himself a mate", he told you, shaking his head and trying to hide the grin of a father who was dwelling in memories of his own troublesome youth. 

You remember how you had promised the olo’eyktan to bring his son home, but unfortunately, you were just as drunk. You had clung to each other, your arm around his waist and his arm thrown over your shoulder, stumbling and laughing all the way through the forest and you almost made it back to the village… 

You don’t know how exactly it had happened. It was a moment of drunken weakness, jokes turning into something serious and one thing lead to another and then he had kissed you and you had kissed him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t kissed before, but that was when you were kids. This time, it was different. And sometime between kissing and biting each others lips and hands grabbing whatever flesh they could reach— you somehow ended up tangled into each other, fucking your brains out, until you both passed out in the middle of the forest. 

You remember waking up the next day with the worst headache ever, but your pain was quickly brushed aside when you cracked your eyes open to find yourself laying on a very familiar chest. You remember the panic you’ve felt, thinking this might ruin your friendship, that this was a mistake and it would create some unwanted tension between the two of you, that it would be awkward now. But surprisingly, that wasn’t the case. 

It was still Lo‘ak when he woke up. Your Lo‘ak, your best friend, that weird kid you grew up with. 

And it somehow just… it worked. It was just sex and you were drunk and he was still your best friend. No weird feelings and no awkward tension as you originally thought, you even laughed about the whole situation on your way back home. The next few days, you would snicker and glance at each other whenever someone questioned where you two had been at the end of the night and it was like some sort of inside joke between the two of you that caused people to roll their eyes in an "always the same with these two"-manner.

But then it had happened again.

And this time, you weren’t drunk. You were very far from that, actually.

Lo‘aks heart was beating hard in his chest, almost as hard as it was the first time he had kissed you, dizzy with the knowledge that this was something forbidden. Something that wasn’t supposed to happen.

He had sex before, obviously. Most of these times without any major feelings involved. Hookups nothing more and nothing less. But this was still different. You were his best friend and unlike the first time, he couldn’t blame what he was doing on any warriors drink now. He did it simply because he felt like it. Because he was horny and you were alone in the forest with him, to hunt originally, but you just looked so tempting. Forbidden things always attracted him anyways. And besides, you did it once already, so why not do it again? It would be a shame if he were to hold it in until he was back at home, just so he could jerk himself off, give himself an unsatisfying release– when you were right here.

It must’ve been something in the air that day, but by the flush of your cheeks and the way you had clenched your thighs together, he could tell that you were just as needy. So he made a move, not really thinking much about it, because he was more of a do now and regret later type of guy. To think before you act, that was Neteyam’s style and not his.

Lo‘ak had pressed himself closer to you, moving his lips on your own as if he tried to quiet down the thoughts and the doubts running through your mind. You were hesitant at first, didn’t move until he got one hand holding the back of your head, fingers carding through your soft hair in soothing motions, and the other on the small of your back, pushing your bodies together. It was then, that you finally wrapped your arms around his neck and a soft little moan escaped you, like you were finally letting yourself go. 

And that brought you to a pause, returning you to the moment. 

With a gentle push to his chest, you made Lo‘ak break the kiss. Taking a few steps backwards to put some space between the two of you, you leaned yourself against a tree and sighed, "Lo‘ak I’m… we can’t— we shouldn’t."

"Why not?", he chuckled and shrugged. It wasn’t a pressuring question, no, he was genuinely curious. "You’re hot and I’m hot and the sex was amazing the first time and we both know that we could really use a good fuck right now. Just imagine how–"

"Ew", you laughed, before you gave him a playful shove to his shoulder. 

"What? So I can’t call my best friend hot?", he chuckled, "Okay then, I’m hot and your mildly attractive enough to–"

"No, skxawng", you laughed some more and shook your head, "I said ew because you called yourself hot." You had scrunched your nose and playfully reached for his hair, before you continued to tease him, "When’s the last time you washed those braids, huh? You’re not hot, you’re nasty."

There was a reason why you always felt so safe with Lo‘ak. He would never make you feel uncomfortable, no matter what happened, no matter what you did or said. It would never become awkward or weird between the two of you. You could kiss and fuck and fight but in the end, you were still friends, soulmates even. 

"Oh please, we both know all the ladies love me!" Lo‘ak winked at you and you grimaced, causing both of you to laugh even more. 

"Is that so?", you snickered, both of your eyebrows raised high in astonishment, "Why ask me then? Go and beg some of your 'ladies' if you want to get laid."

"Tanhì, c‘mon, you know what I‘m trying to say", Lo‘ak groaned and let his head fall back against his neck. He’s never been a man of many words and it was always so easy to win an argument against him. But still, you had to admit… he wasn’t entirely wrong.

Fuck. 

Were you really that easy? Or were just that horny today? You were surprised with yourself that you actually considered this. It must’ve been just another moment of weakness and you really couldn’t believe it, but you actually found yourself agreeing to the few points that he made. 

Actually, the idea wasn’t as bad as you originally thought. You would both get your piece of cake without all the commitments and struggles of a relationship. It was basically just a hookup, but with someone you knew really well. And that sounded almost too good to be true. It sounded like possible trouble and problems. 

But Lo‘ak was right, no matter how insane that may sound. It had happened once and your friendship was still intact, so chances were high this could actually work. Right?

You remember how you had sighed and rolled your eyes at him, as if you actually couldn’t believe the words that were about to come out of your mouth, "Alright, alright… but we—"

But before you could even finish the sentence, Lo‘ak had pressed his lips against yours once again.

Immediately, you had leaned into the kiss too, allowing him to deepen it. He parted his lips, pressing harder against your mouth and you made a muffled sort of noise, to which he pulled away just slightly to let you speak.

"I didn’t agree yet", you told him panting, lips brushing against his as you spoke, but then you quickly leaned into the kiss again. You swiped your tongue against his bottom lip and he parted them, allowing you access to his mouth. "You can stop me if you want", he told you grinning, before your tongue curled around his.

"No", you whispered against his lips, "I don’t want you to stop." Lo‘ak chuckled at this, then reached down and his hands found the curve of your ass to grab a handful and squeeze. You were grinding yourself against him, relishing in the way his hips instinctually jerked against yours. He was so hard beneath his loincloth, you couldn’t help but press yourself further against him, almost desperately so.

Without breaking the kiss, he carefully untied your top and pushed it aside, exposing your breasts to him. His cock throbbed when he felt the soft flesh of your chest in his hands, slowly running a thumb over one of your nipples, which caused you to shudder. 

When he eventually did pull away from your mouth, his breathing was hot and heavy. He resisted the urge to lean forward and trap you in another kiss right away, in favor of showing your chest some attention. 

"Fuck, you really have some pretty tits", he murmured as he lowered his head, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip before he licked a wet stripe from under your boob up to your nipple, where he closed his lips around it. He traced his tongue over it, gently bringing them to peaks. Your head fell back and you moaned when he tugged on a nipple with his teeth, especially careful not to hurt you with his fangs.

Once you had both managed to get out of the rest of your clothes, never leaving the other ones lips for more than a brief second, Lo‘ak had picked you up and pressed you against a nearby tree. You had wrapped your legs around his waist and he had pushed his cock between your wet folds. Your slick helped him along, as he was gliding the tip against your aching, swollen clit.

"Lo‘ak, please", you impatiently whined and he smirked, grinding himself there for a short while.

"You sound good when you beg", he had told you, voice low and barely above a whisper, and then he finally drove himself all the way inside. The stretch was delicious and you sighed, relieved to be so wonderfully full of him again.

"Holy shit", you heard him groan next to your ear, "I missed this– missed this tight little pussy so much."

You were clawing at his board shoulders once he had started fucking into you and if there was any doubt, that this was the right thing to do, it flew right out of the window in this exact moment. If there was only one thing Lo‘ak was good at, probably better than anyone else, then it was to fuck. And by Eywa, he knew how to do it. He knew how to hit all of the right spots, like he had spent the past twentysix years of his life studying your body like the map to a treasure.

You knew that a big reason for the sex being so great was, that you knew each other better than anyone else, better than any hookup ever would. 

Lo‘ak moaned and cursed and whined, just as much as you did. You raked your nails up the length of his spine and he groaned, giving you an especially hard thrust. Your mouth fell open and he took the opportunity to sloppily kiss you again, tongue pushing past your lips to twist with yours and you moaned into the kiss.

His hands were still firm on the back of your thighs, lifting you up and pushing you down onto his cock, until the tip was roughly kissing your cervix, making you mewl.

You almost sobbed as he angled his hips up a little, hitting that special spot right there. 

"F-Fuck Lo, ah– I’m gonna, gonna come", you whimpered, "Don’t stop! Right there, right t-there!" He got the picture pretty quickly as he aimed just so, abusing that place that made you see stars. "Yeah? Right here?" His hips snapped into yours and you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck for purchase.

"C’mon, mama. Come for me, I won’t last", he gasped, "You feel way too fucking good baby, need to feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock. Do it for me, please, baby, c’mon please—“

The heat that pooled in his lower abdomen felt as if it would overflow at any second. You were so hot and wet, everything just felt so intense. Lo‘ak was moaning, literally moaning, without a care in the world because what else was he supposed to do when you felt so fucking good?

He felt your walls clamp down hard, your legs around his middle tensed and squeezed his waist and then his hips began to stutter too. Your eyes were closed tightly and your brows pushed together and then you choked back a sob and it felt like you were falling down a cliff and taking him with you.  

You moaned his name as your orgasm hit you, shaking legs tightening so harshly around his waist, you could feel every tremor of his hips. He had fucked you through it, his pace barley faltering for a second. And as if he had only waited for you to finish, as if he wanted to satisfy you first, he then finally came too. 

And again, it worked. It had happened twice now and it worked just fine.

That’s when Lo‘ak came up with the glorious idea of adding some sort of 'benefit' to your friendship.

On the same day, you came up with some, let’s call them 'rules', regarding your dirty little agreement. Lo’ak said it was more of a do‘s and don’ts list but whatever, in the end it was the same thing. It contained things like, what you were into and what not and things that he enjoyed, his boundaries and visa versa. There were also a few major rules that you both immediately agreed on. One of them being, that if either one of you would ever get into some sort of relationship or were to mate for life with someone, then your agreement would end and it was back to you just being friends. Apart from that, both of you could end this at any time, no questions asked. 

Another big rule, basically rule number one, was that this would and will always be just sex. No feelings were allowed, no feelings were involved— don’t even think about catching them. In this case, they were a deadly disease. They were to avoid, forbidden and unwanted. Your friendship would remain untouched from this agreement, no matter what. It was just sex. 

Naturally, because how else was this supposed to go, it became pretty messy after that day…

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The thing that Lo‘ak hated most about his brother was, that he was always right. 

"Have you lost your mind?", the hiss of Neteyams voice had startled him, and Lo‘ak tried his best to act composed. But of course he failed miserably to do so, starting from the way he almost choked on his spit. "Please don’t tell me you sleep with her", Neteyam was almost whispering, but his voice was laced with anger as he furiously pulled him to the side, away from any possible unwanted listeners.

"W-What? With who? Of course I don’t, bro."

Yeah, that pretty much gave it away already…

There was a pause, like Neteyam was considering if he really wanted to dig any further and probably get involved into something he didn’t want anything to do with. Well, it was too late for that anyways, he thought. 

"I saw her sneak out of your marui just this morning, when I went out to hunt", his brother sighed, "You still lie like you’re five years old, baby bro."

Lo‘ak swallowed dryly, shoulders tense as he shrugged them, "Okay, and?" There’s this thing that he does, like pulling up a facade when he gets cornered. Lo‘ak then likes to act all cool and tough when he feels everything but. "Yeah we do it from time to time, what about it? It’s just sex", he shrugs again, avoiding all eye contact, because he knows the look he would find in his brothers face if he would dare to glance in his direction. 

"Lo‘ak", Neteyam starts and said brother rolls his eyes at the lecture that’s about to follow, "You’re gonna loose her as a friends if things go wrong. You know that, right?" 

Yes, he knew that. They shouldn't keep doing this, they really shouldn't, but they do. And they kept doing it. 

Neteyam had warned him… But unfortunately, his brother had already replaced his brain with his dick.

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Lo’ak was maybe, just a little bit, kind of an idiot.

Okay, he wasn’t fooling anyone. He was a complete and total idiot. How could he let this happen? How could he have allowed this to build over the past few months, without even considering that things would inevitably go this way?

It wasn’t until months, probably even a year later, that Lo‘ak first realized something had changed. He couldn’t pinpoint just yet what exactly that was, but he knew it had something to do with you. More so, with the way you were interacting with others. And by others, he specifically meant other men.

He had seen you flirt with other guys– even more frequently, he’s seen other guys flirt with you before. Hell, he used to be your wingman once. But that was before your little agreement. That was when you both still had to put in some actual work in order to get laid. Which made him wonder why you were even allowing this guy to flirt with you. Why not come to him instead? That would’ve been much easier. That’s what your agreement was there for, he thought.

Okay, just because you were batting your pretty long lashes at some random guy, that wasn’t even that good looking, didn’t mean you wanted to sleep with him. And it wasn’t against the rules either. Truth be told, Lo’ak had no idea why it was bothering him so much. It wasn’t his business after all.

Still, there was something about the way that guy looked at you, that made his stomach turn into a tight knot. Suddenly, there were spikes of rage, fear, possessiveness, sadness— all mixed together and fogging his mind so much, Lo‘ak could barely think as he approached you. 

Laying an arm around your shoulder, he briefly stopped your little conversation, making you look up to him now, instead of that guy. "Oh, hey", you smiled at him, but there was a hint of surprise written on your face that he didn’t miss.

Neither of you had anything against the close proximity, the public display of affection. But that was mainly because Lo‘ak played it off as a friendly touch- brotherly even. And that’s exactly how it looked like to others, that’s what it looked like to you– just Lo‘ak being close with his best friend. Being physically close to one another was definitely not unwanted or unnatural to either of you, not even in public, but it still caught you off guard in this moment.

"Hey, sorry, uhm, can I borrow her for a while? It’s urgent", Lo‘ak told him, pressing his lips together into a thin line and forcing a half hearted smile to appear. He then turned his attention back to you, "Walk with me?" Thankfully, you didn’t question his intentions any further and nodded, excusing yourself.

Whatever that guy’s name was, Lo‘ak didn’t really care anyways, then reached out and gently caressed your upper arm as he said his goodbye. It was an innocent gesture, nothing more than a second passed when his thumb brushed over your skin and he knew that you probably didn’t even noticed it. But still. 

It felt like Lo‘ak had been shot in the chest.

And then it finally dawned on him. He was jealous. No— No way.

That had just been a slip of his thoughts, right? Something accidental in the moment? He was pretty sure he was just confusing something here. There was no way it was really the case. There was no way he was jealous. You and him both, you were just in it for the sex. And jealousy, jealously meant feelings. And there was no space for complicated things like feelings here, which was why it was impossible for him to feel jealous. Really.

"That guy looked at you like he wanted to fuck your brains out right there", Lo’ak said, his Na’vi accent still lingering on his voice even after all these years of speaking the sky peoples language so fluently. "And I hated every second of it. Made me want to puke."

His fingers continued to pump in and out of you as he spoke, two of them buried to the last knuckle in your sopping cunt while your juices were running down his wrist. It was good that you actually believed that the thing that was so urgent was the raging boner under his loincloth and not just an excuse to get you away from that guy as fast as possible.

"You know I hate when you do that", you murmured, breathing heavy and eyes half lidded as you glanced down on yourself to meet his eyes. Your brows were furrowed, but Lo‘ak had no idea if that was because you were trying to glare at him or if you were just feeling good. He definitely hoped it was the latter.

"Do what?", he asks, before he retreats his digits and attaches his lips back to your clit instead, making your hips jolt. 

"Lo‘ak", you say his name like a warning, or at least that’s what you intended to do, but it comes out as a moan instead. 

It was funny that you still refused to learn the sky peoples language, even after so many years of living side by side with them. You just never felt the need to, never participated in anything that would require you to understand it. Most of the humans living in high camp were almost perfectly fluent in Na‘vi, so it wasn’t really necessary anyways. Lo‘ak on the other hand spoke their language like he grew up on earth. And he loved to take advantage of this. He did this since you were kids— indirectly talking to you, in a language that you didn’t understand. He did it whenever there was something he wanted to tell you, when there was something on his mind that he needed to say out loud to get it off his chest, without actually wanting you to understand it. 

"You’re so easy to tease", he chuckles, before he guides your hips lower, making you sit on his face properly. Immediately, his tongue darts out to lick a wet stripe from your dripping entrance to your clit and you gasp. Your hands find purchase on the top of his head, fingers gently combing through his hair as you move your hips in slow circles. The forest ground is hard beneath your knees, but you barely pay it any mind as you chase his tongue with your clit, grounding yourself against it. 

"Dude", you swallow thickly, a breathy chuckle leaving your parted lips and then you carefully lift yourself off of his mouth to give him the opportunity to respond, "say it so I can understand or I’m going." 

Lo‘ak knew you wouldn’t leave, not right now. Not when he was devouring you like a starved man. Not when you were dripping all over his face, needy and wanton for a quick release. He chuckled and the comically sight of him peaking out from between your thighs was enough to make you giggle. 

"I said, I heard he has a small dick. Just wanted to give you a heads up before you get disappointed", he said with a sharp grin. 

"Who said I was going to sleep with him?", you asked in a teasing tone to which Lo‘ak bit the plush inside of your thigh. 

"You looked like you wanted to", he murmurs, "And you were wet before I even started. Like you’ve been thinking about it."

"I might as well go and ask him then, if you don’t stop with all the talking a-and… oh fuck", you were interrupted when Lo‘ak closed his lips around your clit again and sucked. He hungrily kisses the little nub, flicking it with his tongue and just as you’re about to move your hips and ride his face, he stops again. 

"And? Go on, sevin. I‘m listening", Lo’ak chuckles, causing you to glare at him. Leaning back on your palms, you feel for his cock behind you. Once you get a grip on his hard erection, you stroke him, once, twice and then squeeze his shaft just a little harder than necessary. You feel some of his pre-cum leak and drip over your knuckles and the whimper that escaped the man between your thighs is enough to make you grin. "Okay s-sorry, sorry", Lo’ak groans and allows you to lower your core against his face again. With a gentle tap to your thigh he gives you permission to move, ride his face as you please and that’s exactly what you do. 

You feel his nose bump against your clit, while his tongue prods at your entrance, lapping on your sweet juices before he begins to tongue-fuck you. Lo‘ak has always had a smart mouth, but just a few months ago you realized that talking wasn’t the only thing his mouth was incredibly good at.

No, there was really no way Lo‘ak was jealous. This right here, this was all that it was. You were both just in it for this, the sex. Making each other feel good, using each other for pleasure and nothing else.

Except now you were dragging yourself across his face, head thrown back and humping his tongue like you were in heat. When you came, your eyes flew open and you looked down on yourself and Lo‘ak made the mistake of glancing back up at you. And then your eyes met and you, you just looked so good, so pretty as you fell apart for him— because of him. With little beads of sweat on your temple and eyebrows scrunched together, your delicate fingers tugging at his braids. You weren’t even touching him properly, his dick laying heavy against his stomach, twitching and the tip swollen, turning purplish and leaking pre in streams, completely neglected of all sort of touch. But he still came, thick spurts of warm cum shooting up and landing all over his stomach with a loud groan. He really just came just from watching you, just from feeling you and making you feel good. He came completely untouched simply because he made you come.

And that’s when Lo’ak realized he truly fucked up…

Now that he was aware of it, Lo’ak knew that this had been going on a lot longer than he was willing to admit. And now that he could finally put a name on it, it was especially hard for him to keep it together. 

He was a lot more clingy than before, something you probably realized right away but simply chose to ignore for whatever reason. Physical boundaries hardly ever existed in your friendship anyways and his touch was never unwanted, so you didn’t mind it. 

It was when Lo‘ak’s friendly teasing and the affectionate bullying that went back and forth for all these years suddenly turned into genuine compliments. That’s when you started to become suspicious. It was just once or twice that it slipped. A friendly, innocent, "you look so pretty today", that wasn’t moaned in the heat of the moment or said lowly, whispered in your ear to rile you up. It was sincerely, said with a smile and your brows instantly furrowed. Lo‘ak quickly realized how out of character that must’ve sounded and brushed it off with a laugh, biting the inside of his cheek and cursing himself. From now on, he would have to be more careful not to let anything like that ever slip again.

But he sees the way you’re looking at him now. Like you’re trying to communicate with your eyes, trying to tell him to stop whatever he was doing and don’t– don’t catch feelings. Rule number one, Lo‘ak. Don’t fall in love. 

But it’s too late already.

Lo‘ak was head over heels in love with you.

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"Come over", you heard his voice coming from the small ear piece he had gotten you a few years ago. It was an older throat com model that would’ve ended it the trash if it weren’t for Lo‘ak to snatch it from Norm and give it to you instead. It was nice to have some way to communicate with each other, when one of you were on patrol or away with the war party. It also bought you a lot of comfort, knowing that your little dumbass was still alive when you weren’t there to keep him from doing dangerous things. 

But now, it wasn’t just used as a simple form of communication when either one of you was away. Now it was also used to locate the other when things got a little… hot. 

"Lo‘ak… it’s the middle of the night", you groaned, barely able to keep your finger on the speaker button before you halfway drifted off to sleep again. You hear something rustle on the other end of the line, some movements and a breathy laugh before he speaks again, "I‘ll be quick, I promise. Please, tanhì." He sounded a little whiny and you couldn’t help but smile. 

"You’re always quick", you joke and then you hear him chuckle a soft, "ouch". It’s silent for a while and it’s like he knew you were considering it, because you literally felt the grin on his face, even when you couldn’t see him.

"Okay", you finally sighed, "But you will come over! And you‘ll have to do all the work. I‘m too tired to move." 

"You’re the best! I‘ll be there in two."

Lo‘ak showed up to your marui in a heartbeat, no surprise, letting himself in as if he lived there with you. 

You were half-asleep again, your thoughts syrupy-slow and you barely registered how he settled himself next to you, curling himself around your back. Lo‘ak presses himself against you and he’s warm and his breathing fans against your ear. Fit together like this, you could feel your bodies responding to each other. Arousal begins to heat your blood when you feel his erection poke against your back.

"Hey," he whispers and you turn your head to kiss him. In the dark, you only manage to kiss the corner of his mouth, where his lips are curved into a smile. 

It’s him who leans in to try again, and then your mouths finally meet. It’s less than a kiss and more of a tired, pressing together.

Thankfully, Lo‘ak doesn’t waste another second of keeping his hands to himself, before you feel his fingertips ghost over your hips and move towards your core.  

"What’s got you so needy in the middle of the night?", you giggle as you drape your thigh over his, spreading your legs to make room for him, "Couldn’t sleep?"

"Oh no, I did sleep", he chuckles, "Had some very nice dreams actually."

His hands move to pull the cloth aside that covers your private parts. He doesn't need to see your face to know that you’re smiling lazily and he places a kiss on your neck, enjoying how you tilt your head to accommodate him. He could spend all night just feeling you, getting you slowly worked up but this wasn’t the time. Lo‘ak knows you’re tired and he’s afraid that if he took his time, his actions would come across as too lovingly and that you would get suspicious again. 

"What did you dream about?", you ask him, voice low and seductively. 

About you. I was dreaming about you. 

"Hm dunno. Can’t really remember much, just that I woke up and…", he grinds his cock against your lower back, letting his body speak for him and you hum. 

You’re sleep-warm and pliable, so willing to be manhandled that it drives him insane. His cock is so painfully hard, it’s been hard for hours just from thinking about you. 

Lo‘ak shifts to cup your sex with his hand, fingers gently swiping through your folds and feeling for your wet entrance. He coats his digits in your slickness, two fingertips prodding at your entrance before he sinks them inside. You gasp at the sudden stretch, toes curling when he begins to move them.

"S-shit, baby I need you so bad", he whispers against your ear, "m'gonna fuck you so good." 

"Please", you whimper and he feels your walls squeeze around his digits when he curls them just right, hitting that spongey spot inside you. "Fuck me Lo‘ak, please, please I need it", you sleepily brabble.

Lo‘ak feels how hard his heart beats against his chest when you moan his name, almost like it wants to escape his body and fly away. It would be so much easier that way. He wouldn’t have to feel the guilt that’s eating him up inside, making him feel dirty and wrong when he breaks the most important rule you’ve both so strongly agreed on. He’s not using you for pleasure anymore, it’s not a give and take and it has turned into something different. For you, nothing has changed. But for him, for him it’s so much more than just sex now. 

Lo’ak wonders if that makes him a bad person. He’s not only breaking the number one rule, but ignoring one of your boundaries too. And respecting them used to be– no, they still were his priority. 

He feels bad about what he’s doing, yet he can’t bring himself to stop. He can’t bring himself to end it, because Lo‘ak feels like he can be more honest with his body than his words. You would probably never realize it like that anyways and for now, he’s fine with that. He would willingly take the guilt, if that meant being able to feel you, being able to have you like this whenever either one of you desired. 

Your breathing is decidedly less even by the time he's finished getting you thoroughly wet and he can't wait any longer. He lines his cock up with your slick entrance and slowly pushes forward, until he's completely buried inside. Lo‘ak takes a minute to savour it, his head tucked in the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent. It has grown more intense, so rich and sweet, since the day he realized he felt something for you. It was like your body called for him.

He then pulls out just a few inches before he sets his pace, lazy and deep strokes, and you draw your knees up to give him better access. His next thrust hits you in an even better spot, if your quiet gasp and the sweet little mewl is any indication.

Lo‘ak slips a hand down your body to stroke your clit and the second his fingertips begin to move, he felt your wall squeeze hard around his cock. "Fuck, that’s it’s baby", he groans lowly, "I fucking love when you do that, you’re so tight. Do it again, c‘mon." He gives a light tap to your clit and your hips jerk. You flex your pelvic floor muscles as best as you can, earning a breathy moan from him. 

Lo‘aks head felt dizzy. 

He was completely absorbed by the feeling of your sweet little pussy. It seemed to lovingly embrace his cock, to massage it and cling to it whenever he dared to pull out just a few inches.

Slowly, his pace increases, until he’s moving his hips fast and hard, panting heavily. His face was bright with arousal by now, bare chest wet with sweat and it felt so, so fucking good. Nothing on Pandora could ever be compared to this feeling, to the tight clutch of your pussy and the noises you made just for him.

Maybe… maybe he should tell you. 

No. No, that would only make him feel worse, because there was only one way this would go. Lo‘ak was the one that had started this and he would be the one to end it, if he were to ever confess his true feelings to you. No, he couldn’t tell you. 

When Lo’ak opens his eyes, he can’t take them off of the bioluminescence freckles decorating your skin. His free hand comes up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing the supple flesh and gently tugging on your nipple. He loves the freckles on your chest the most. It’s like a path, a pattern, leading all over your body and he wants to kiss every single one of them.

You’re so pretty and no one knows you as well as he does. Lo‘ak doesn’t know anyone else like he knows you— body and mind, all of you.

That’s why he knows to dive down and press more kisses to your throat and why he knows just how to touch your sensitive clit, how to circle that little bundle of nerves just right. When you moan from the sensation, Lo‘aks body shudders in response, like your pleasure was ultimately connected to his own. 

"C-Coming, Lo I‘m… oh fuck I’m coming", you whine and that’s what snaps him out of his thoughts. He feels your legs tremble, how you hold your breath and more slickness begins to seep out of you and then it crashes through you. 

It’s a feeling of pure bliss for him, to know that your coming on his cock, that he’s the one making you feel like this. He’s relentlessly rubbing your clit and you whimper and sob, reaching down to try and shove his hand away because he’s starting to overstimulate you. It doesn’t seem to stop him.

"Give me one more, please tanhì, come for me again", Lo‘ak groans next to your ear, adding just a little more pressure to your clit to make you cry out and shudder from each firm, deep stroke of his cock. Your inner walls cling tightly to his shaft, squeezing him, flexing around his warm, intruding length, coaxing him deep inside with each thrust.

"Shit– you feel so good, I’m gonna cum too!" His eyes were foggy with lust, and his shaft twitched and throbbed wildly inside you. The velvety-soft feeling of your walls was enough to make him forget everything but the pleasure he craved. Lo’ak wasn’t himself anymore. Everything about you made him lose his mind further. He was working single mindedly towards his orgasm, desperately thrusting over and over into you, chasing the ecstasy of his oncoming climax. 

His fingers worked roughly over your clit, fast and tight circles that made you forget to breathe until you felt another orgasm approach quickly.

"Oh fuck, fuck yesyesyes", you squeaked and even in the dark, Lo’ak could see your eyes rolling back into your head as the pleasure overtook you again. He feels your walls spams around him and that’s what finally tips him over the edge too.

Lo’ak buries his face in the crook of your neck, moaning something so low and garbled that you barely picked up that it wasn’t said in Na‘vi. You didn’t care to ask what he said just yet, too busy catching your breath as you slowly came down from your high. 

It took Lo‘ak a significant amount of time to finally pull out of you and rearrange his clothes. You barely moved next to him, breathing now even and calm and he knew you were on the verge of falling asleep. He moves as quiet as possible as he pulls his arm out from under your head to get up. 

"It’s almost morning, you ass", you tiredly mumble while turning from your left to your right side, "I have to get up at sunrise.”

“Worth it”, he whispers more to himself than to you, a big grin plastered on his face. 

“I hate you,” you groan, scrubbing your hands over your eyes. Lo’ak snickers, making his way towards the entrance of your marui.  

“Oh, hey, wait,” you then say, propping your head up. He stops short, meeting your gaze. “What did you say, you know, earlier? I was kinda… preoccupied and didn’t hear.” He could hear the teasing tone in your voice.

“Kinda? You wound me,” Lo‘ak says, placing a hand over his heart and pouts playfully. “You think I remember what I said while I was nutting, skxawng?”, he chuckles and then shrugs, causing you to roll your eyes. Before you can reply, though, you yawn. Seeing that Lo‘ak was still standing in the doorway leaves you tempted to throw something at him to finally get him out. You really needed some sleep now, at least for a few more hours.

"See you later?"

"Yes, yes now get out", you wave him off, voice muffled against the furs, that you used as a makeshift pillow, you had now buried your face in. 

Lo’ak then finally turns and heads out. But as soon as his back was facing your marui, his playful expression slackens. His brows scrunch up as he walks back to his own tent, staring at the ground in disbelief, hands balled into tight fists on his sides.

I love you.

I love you, was what he had gasped into your neck when he was too overwhelmed with the smell, the taste and the feeling of you. Fuck.

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Lo‘ak was fuming. 

His father couldn’t have picked a better timing for this sort of conversation. Ever since he completed his Iknimaya, years ago when he was welcomed as an adult in his clan, his father had urged him to find a mate. He would ask again and again, introduced all kind of women to him. A few years ago it was embarrassing, having your father make you talk to girls. But now it was simply annoying. 

There was a short period of time where his dad had stopped asking, but for whatever reason, he had decided to try again, just a few weeks ago. And that, at the worst timing possible. 

"So… you still don’t like any of the women your dad wants to set you up with?" 

Your voice was soft, carefully even, as if you walked on tiptoes around him. Speaking to him like he was made out of glass. It made him feel vulnerable and he hated it. He hated it, because it felt good that you allowed him to be vulnerable. Speaking to you always made him feel so much better. But now he realized, that moments like these only made him fall for you even more.  

"No", he simply said. 

Lo‘ak laid on his back, hands folded over his stomach as he glanced up to the crowns of the trees. A few rays of sun shined through the thick leaves, warming and tickling his skin where they touched him. 

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you turned to face him. "What about Rena? She seems like a nice girl."

"Rena is fucking crazy", Lo‘ak told you honesty, "Tarem told me she’s super jealous and I’m not into obsessive woman. I need my freedom, you know?" She wouldn’t let me continue to stay friends with you, was what he intended to say.

A deep sigh left your lips and that’s what brings him to finally look at you. You had moved into a sitting position, cross legged, while braiding a loose strand of your hair. 

"Sure you do. Have you even met any of them yourself before you judge?" 

Lo‘aks brows furrowed before he spoke, his hands wildly gesturing with every word, "I‘m just not ready for a commitment like that. Choosing a mate for life that’s– that’s a lot of pressure. I‘m still young, there’s plenty of time!" His tail trashed against the ground, clearly irritated. It wasn’t like he was lying. He really wasn’t ready for all of that— but the fine difference to make it the whole truth was, the he only wasn’t ready for such a commitment… if it wasn’t with you. 

"How come your parents don’t make you choose a mate? You’re just two years younger than me!"

"Well, probably because I’m not the olo’eyktan’s son", you chuckled.

"Neteyam is next in line, not me", Lo‘ak grumbled and again, you sighed. 

"I know that myself", there’s a long pause as if you were trying to choose your next words right, "Lo‘ak, your father is just trying to give you the same happiness he has with your mother. You—"

"My dad is just trying to set me up because he thinks that will make me stay out of trouble", he interrupts you, probably a bit too harsh for his own liking. Lo‘ak wanted to punch himself for the way you looked at him now. "I’m sorry, kalin. Can we… can we just like, not talk about this anymore? I wanted to see you because I didn’t want to think about this right now."

This. This meant, the thought of loosing you to someone else. Having to choose someone as his mate that wasn’t you. 

"You’re right, sorry", you quickly apologize with a smile, a genuine smile that warms his cheeks. Lo‘ak inhales a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as if that would make him forget the world around him. Forget you. 

The gentle touch of two soft, warm palms on his thighs then snaps him back to reality. Opening his eyes, Lo‘ak props himself on his forearms to look at you. You had settled yourself closer to him, your hands now gently massaging his upper thighs and ever so slowly, working themselves further up.

"What are you doing?", he chuckles with the tilt of his head and some of his braids sway over his shoulder with the movement. The smile on your lips is smug and he knows that look on your face, like you’ve planned something.

"Hm, I don’t know", you shrug innocently, "I was just wondering if there‘s anything I can do to make you feel better?" The seductive tone in your voice makes something stir inside him, yet he can’t do anything but smile weakly.

There’s nothing he wants to do more right now than to feel you, hold you close and loose himself in the pleasure that you provide, but the thought of loosing you to someone else, the thought of his destiny being with someone else still lays heavy in his heart. 

"I don’t know if I’m in the mood for this", he sighs.

"Not in the mood? You?", you gasp jokingly, "Who are you and what did you do to my Lo‘ak?"

My Lo‘ak. The words make heat creep up his cheeks and the tip of his ears.

Sometimes he forgets how well you know him, and then he’s reminded of it at the worst possible moments, like right now. 

The sex was one thing. But to have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy. Something he wasn’t willing to loose. 

Still, Lo‘ak doesn’t resist when your hands move further up, massaging the muscles of his thighs and caressing his skin. It just feels so good, he can’t help but let it happen. He watches in awe as you inch closer to him, untying his loincloth to let his half hard cock spring free. You don’t even hesitate to reach out for him, both hands closing around his shaft to feel him grow fully hard in your palms as you begin to stroke him. Lo‘ak mutters some quiet curses, watching how you let spit pool in your mouth before letting it drip from your tongue to the mushroomy head of his cock. Now lubed with spit, your hands glide over his shaft so much easier, so smooth, that the pace of your strokes effortlessly increases. 

"Tanhì, baby, please", Lo‘ak grunts, hips twitching in an effort to stay seated and not fuck right into your palm. "Shh", you coo with a smug grin, "Let me make you feel good, Lo. Just relax. We’re gonna fuck soon enough." Your promising words send a shiver down his spine.

"Oh eywa", he prays, his voice shaking and barely above a whisper, when your thumb starts to tease his slit, where the first bead of pre-cum had already formed and spilled over. You smear the sticky, clear liquid over the soft skin of his tip and he groans.

Slow and steadily, you add more speed and pressure to your hands, moving up and down, sometimes in a twisting motion that produces these obscene squelching sounds in your spit slicked palms. Lo‘ak moans and his cock twitches heavily, hips stuttering as he chases his upcoming orgasm. Pleasure ripples through him with each firm stroke and he feels his chest tightening.

"F-Fuck, fuck, holy sh–shit that feels so good", he curses, squirming underneath your touch, with his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut. "Keep going, no wait—", his eyes fly open to find yours, "stop, stop, stop tanhì I’m close!"

"What’s wrong?", you tilt your head and giggle, the pace in which you’re stroking his fat cock never faltering and he almost chokes on his next words. "Can I come inside you?", he begs with a whimper, "Please, please let me come in you, I’m— I don’t want to come like that. Need to fill you up with my cum, baby. Please."

You squeeze your thighs together at his words, a wave of arousal pooling between them. The whine Lo’ak produces, when you don’t let up, is helpless. He’s twitching, gasping, moaning, unable to form words as you work his cock, hard and fast.

"Hmm, you can do that later, okay? Just let go for me now. Come. I know you want to, don’t hold back, Lo."

Twisting your hands, you do that thing you know he loves, that always tips him over the edge. You squeeze just below the tip of his cock with one hand, the other stroking his length so hard that his heavy balls smack against your palm the same way they would against your clit when he would take you from behind, face shoved against the ground. Like you knew that’s the imagine that’s playing in his minds eye as you bring him to his orgasm.

"Oh great mother— FUCK", Lo‘ak groans and then sucks in a sharp breath of air. He cums with short bursts of exclamations, thick ropes of warm, sticky cum shooting out, flowing over your hands and his own stomach and thighs. "There you go, that’s it", you coo so sweetly as you continue to pump his cock, it’s enough to make him moan. Trembles run through him and when you don’t stop stroking him, only slow down and lessen the pressure, his thighs jolt. His hips move, like he’s about to rise up, to get away from the intensity, but your hands keep holding onto him. Moving one hand to his stomach, you feel the muscles tense underneath the soft flesh.

Lo‘aks breathing is ragged and heavy and you keep a loose hold of his cock, smiling at the way he’s twitching with the aftershocks. It’s no surprise that he doesn’t grow soft in your palm, still hard as a rock thanks to his enviable stamina. You give him a final squeeze, causing a few more droplets of his cum to seep out of his slit and run over your knuckles. 

"Holy shit", he shakily exhales, "you’re way too fucking good at this."

And that’s really the problem, isn’t it? You’ve done this for so long that you both know what gets each other off. You know what it is about your bodies that the other person loves. You’ve learned and grown together and pleasured and fucked each other until there was nothing else to learn. 

"Thank you", you beam with pride, your cheeks turning into a soft pink and without thinking, Lo’ak reaches for you, hand cupping the back of your neck so he can haul you into a kiss. You go willingly, matching his vigor, match his energy like no one else does. And that’s one of the things he loves about you. One of the things that’s been driving him crazy, keeping him up until ungodly hours as he tries to figure out how someone could affect him this way.

You rest your hand on his chest, tilting your head and he instantly wedges his tongue between your lips. With your other hand, you free yourself from your loincloth, with the simple pull of a string that holds it together. Lo‘ak hastily pulls you on top of him and positions you to hover over his cock. 

His hands settle on your hips and he wants to pull you down so badly, he want to split you open on his cock, wants you to scream so loudly that every living thing in the forest knows what’s going on. He wants the whole world to hear.

Lo‘ak is so painfully hard and aching as if he didn’t just came. Just like he always is when you touch him, when you arch your back like this, when your hands hold onto his shoulders. The soft curve of your waist, the swell of your breasts and your glistening cunt hovering just inches above his cock— Lo‘ak is so intimately aware of everything he loves about your body in this moment, it makes his heart swell and his cock stir.

But instead of slamming your hips down like he so desperately wanted you to, you decide to sit down on his length, trapping it between his lower stomach and your pussy. You glide yourself against it, grind your clit along his cum covered shaft and he shudders. Your movements are painfully slow, too slow. 

It isn’t supposed to be so slow, so intimate, as it is, so smooth with no worries or such flowing words.

"You feel soo good, hmm so hard just for me? Can’t wait to have you inside of me", you whisper, soft praises falling from your lips before you press them against his own again, tongues curling around each other. Meanwhile, your slickness mixes with his still warm cum and it drives him further insane, knowing just how easy it would be to sink his cock into you right now.

"Let me take over", Lo’ak whispers against your lips, "please. You’re too soft, I don’t want it soft today." He adds more pressure to his grip on your waist, tempted to just manhandle you, flip you onto your stomach to take what he so desperately craves for.

"How do you want it then?", you ask lowly. Your eyes are half lidded with lust and you circle your hips until the head of his cock prods at your entrance. Feeling the muscles of your tight hole clench around his very tip makes him hiss. 

It’s supposed to be wrong and needful, something dirty to make the whole forest regret ever enduring such a view, such sounds and smells. 

"Rough, like… I don’t want to be able to still think anymore, that kind of rough."

What he wants from you in this moment is not warmth or comfort, he wants his deepest desires to be fulfilled and within that, be left limp and used and emotions disobeyed. It’s to be wrongful and with scrunched eyebrows, dirty. It’s not supposed to be like this. Not slow and sensual, teasing and loving and comforting. It’s not supposed to be like this, not right now. Not when this fueled the fire in his heart, made him want you even more, made him love you even more.

Lo‘ak wanted to fuck. He wanted to feel used and not loved, because that would only make things so much worse than they already were. He knows you mean good, that you want to help him feel better, that’s why you go slow and soft and almost lovingly. You just didn’t know what it did to him. You just wanted to comfort your best friend.

"Oh I can do that", you murmur with a grin, "Want me to fuck the thoughts out of your head? Okay." Thank eywa, he thought. 

And then you suddenly rise your hips and slam yourself down, hard, taking his whole length in one thrust, stretching you out to the max and he knows that must’ve hurt at least a little. Your mouth falls open and you both moan in unison. Lo‘ak’s thighs tense, trembling, because it’s only been a few minutes since he came and he’s not sure how much it will take for him to do it again. But you feel so good, your pussy pulling him in, wet walls clenching around his girth and he just knows that won’t be problem. He probably had to calm himself in order not to come too early.

In this position, he’s completely at your mercy and you don’t hesitate to fuck yourself onto him. He hisses at the sensation, at how your cunt clutches him, trying to keep him inside even when you lift your hips up and slam back down again. This goes on for several minutes, with you bouncing on top of him and Lo‘ak moaning and whining and squirming underneath you.

The mushroomy head of his cock knock against your cervix with every thrust and the grip he has on your waist is hard enough to leave bruises. And that’s exactly what he needs. He wants to drown in this moment, in this feeling. But then you moan his name, so sweet it feels like warm syrup poured straight into his brain, "Lo‘ak, oh fu-ck! Lo‘ak, ah!" 

Is this how it’s supposed to feel? Lo’ak asks himself, is love supposed to feel like you’re drowning until the other person brings you just that little bit closer to them and you find air again?

Maybe it isn’t love at all, just the familiarity and warmth of simply being with you, being with his best friend, and all the rushing happiness in that alone. Maybe it’s not love, maybe it’s just the afterglow of every orgasm that you give him, that makes him believe he’s in love with you. Maybe he’s confusing friendship with love, because of the sex, the intimacy. Two things that shouldn’t mix at all, sex and friendship, probably for this exact reason.

Maybe he’s just so starved for affection that he mistakes what you show him, the affection a friend shows him, with love. Is that what it is?

Your arms suddenly shift from where you held onto his shoulders and it snaps him out of his thoughts. It’s not enough. He’s not supposed to think, it’s not hard enough if he can still think.

"Harder", Lo‘ak begs, "Need it harder than that, c’mon tanhì, give me your worst. Fuck me like you mean it, I know you have it in you." You brush your gentle hands through his hair, his braids are a mess by now but you don’t really care as you fist them and tug harshly with every bounce of your hips and he moans loudly at this. His cock twitches wildly inside you, showing just how much he was enjoying this, so you move further to close your hand around his queue and pull, hard, making him gasp and whimper.

Another thing you didn’t know about was, that Lo‘ak couldn’t stop daydreaming about what it may feel like to form tsaheylu with you. To be bonded with you, not just by heart but by soul too. To be physically connected with you, being able to feel what you feel. To be yours forever. The thought alone was enough to make goosebumps appear on his arms. But that’s all that it was and all that it will ever be. A thought, a simple daydream. A silly little fantasy that would never come true. 

He tries to push these thoughts, those that threatens his peace and calm. He slaps them away, bringing him back to the pleasure he's receiving. 

Lo‘ak abruptly sits up beneath you. His hands wrap tight around your waist, lips placing wet, open mouthed kisses along your collarbone. 

He feels sometimes rise in throat, burning like lava that erupts from a volcano and he can’t hold it in any longer, not without burning his tongue. 

“I love you”, he murmurs into your skin, lowly, like maybe you won’t hear him if he speaks quietly enough. It’s not like you would understand the human’s language, anyways. 

"W-What?", you ask, completely unsuspecting of the foreign words falling from his mouth and it makes him wince.

Lo‘ak presses his face to the space between your breasts, smelling your sweat and your natural scents and he pulls you all the way down by your hips so you’re sitting on the very base of his cock, rocking you along it. 

"I love you so much", he mumbles, just a little louder this time because he’s unable to hold it in any longer, "You’re my best friend and I don’t want to loose you, but I love you. I- I‘m so fucking scared to loose you, you mean everything to me. You’re the one good thing in my life and I just can’t live without you, you hear me? But I love you and I want to tell you. I love you so much."

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and use him for leverage to lift yourself up and down on his cock again, your wet cunt squeezing, hugging him. Sloppy noises make their way out and he vaguely recognizes the words falling from your lips.

“Lo’ak I… I don’t understand", you whine into his ear, "Say it so I can understand you.” You demand and he’s helpless, a slave to your desires, every sweet roll of your hips sending bolts of lightening through his guts. He grunts, fingers digging into your hips, pressing his lips together into a thin line to prevent himself from spilling any more unwanted confessions.

Lo‘ak wants to— by Eywa, he really fucking wants to, he wants to tell you that he loves you, that he actually means it and he’s not confusing anything and it isn't just because of what's going on between you both, it’s not because of the sex. He loves you for yourself. For how you make him feel, for how you treat him. He wants to tell you so many things, but at the same time, he's afraid of fucking up your friendship. It hurts to know that you will never look at him the way he looks at you, but he's willing to accept that you'll probably always be just friends. Because even then, he's still getting what he so desperately wants from you. 

He’s willing to accept that. Or at least that’s what he thought…

“Say it!” You gasp, the friction of his pubic bone against your clit sending you into a frenzy. You raise yourself up higher, until only the tip is inside. Your thighs work to keep you up and then you slam back down and he shudders, moaning like it’s been punched out of him.

His arms encircle your middle, holding you so tight that you can barely breathe. He’s pretty sure you can feel his pulse thumping through his dick and then he bucks up into you, making your tits bounce against his chest and you gasp as the tip of his cock thumps against something that feels different than the rest. “Oh f-fuck, there?”

“There, yes right there,” you moan back.

He seizes your hips, holding you in place. You whine, desperately, and he’s quick to oblige you. He thrusts up, cock disappearing and reappearing in a blur, tirelessly fucking against your g-spot, his thighs tensing at the tight squeeze of your walls around his cock.

In the corner of his eyes, he catches the way your teeth sink into your lower lip and something primal comes over him, an animalism for your noises to overpower the familiar sounds of the forest.

"Lo, what– what did you say?", you mewl and Lo‘ak mentally curses you for not letting go of it. Just forget about it already, he thought. Why couldn’t you just ignore it? One of his hands wedges itself between your bodies, thumb blurring down to your clit. He fondles the overly sensitive, wet nub and groans when he feels your pussy clench even harder around his throbbing cock. You borderline scream, trying your best to smother it with a scramble of your hand. It doesn’t help, the noise choppy with every powerful thrust of his hips into you. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m— I‘m so close", you cry out, chanting curses like they’re prayers.

"I know, baby, I know. Can feel you squeezing my cock. You’re so fucking tight like this. D-Don’t you dare stop", he moans, "I‘m gonna come with you."

"Say it. Tell me what you just said Lo‘ak, I‘m serious, I w—" He cuts you off with a well-timed snap of his hips, burying himself into you so deep, it’s rendering you speechless. Your mouth gapes open, eyebrows scrunched with pleasure as the stretch of his cock hurdles you over the edge and you come with sob.

You’re even tighter than before, your cunt acting desperate as it tries to keep him from pulling out. He moans your name into the crook of your neck, holding your waist for stability as he rises his hips off the ground to thrust into you. You feel every muscle in his body tighten under you, a stinging pain shooting through you from the death-grip he had on your hips, pulling you up and down on his cock when you’re unable to ride him on your own anymore.

Lo‘ak grunts and squeezes his eyes shut and he keeps most of his length inside, only pulling out a few inches at a time before pressing right back in and then he comes with a violent shudder, feeling his whole body seize with pleasure. His cum fills you within seconds, so hot you think it might leave burn marks, pooling below your belly button as rope after rope shoots from the tip. He’s panting, cock twitching with every breath, and for a moment it feels endless, but then— 

"I- I see you, tanhì. And I love you. I love you, okay? Fuck, I love you so much!" He blurts out so fast, his brain is unable to translate into the sky people’s language in time and he has no idea what he even just said. He prays that you didn’t understand him, didn’t hear him— But unfortunately, you did. You heard him loud and clear, if the way your eyes widened was any indication of it.

And for less than a second, there’s something in your eyes that gives him the impression that this might not be the end. But then something in them shifts. And you look at him, you properly look at him now, as if the words had finally sunken in. And suddenly it feels like the whole world around him begins to crumble. 

He watches the way your pupils dilate, how they flick from one eye to the other, how you swallow around the lump in your throat while his own has dried out so much, he wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to use his voice again. And then your mouth opens and time stops. He sees the way your lips move but the sound takes a while to reach his ears.

And this, this moment right here, is the ultimate and unstoppable impact after a long fall. But unlike the impact to the ground after an actual fall, short and deadly, this right here is merciless, it’s brutal and gruesome and so, so much more painful.

"Oh, Lo‘ak… I’m so sorry…"

[rayassecretlife]

Know my mind.

Pairing: 16 year old!Neteyam Sully x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

This is part 3 of The series! Read part 1 and part 2 first!

Summary: It’s been two months since you arrived in the forest and the clan had been training yeou in many ways, but when Jake decides your ready to hunt and you end up costing the clan a meal, you can’t help but confide in Neteyam with your shattered past.

Warning(s): Mature language, blood, there’s not much to warn of in this chapter :))

It was a cold day in the forest. The trees were brushing against one another in the air and the breeze was hitting all the right places, birds chirping in the air as well as the large Ikran’s that flooded the sky.

Today was the day after you arrived to the forest. You spent the night in one of the abandoned huts Lo’ak had brought you to, and Neteyam stayed with you the entire night, watching you like a hawk as you slept. He still wasn’t completely sure whether to trust you or not, which is exactly why you were meeting his father today. His father would make the final decision, and you hoped he’d accept you. You didn’t want to go back home—not yet at least. You didn’t want to deal with your father or ao’nung, you just wanted to get away.

“Are you dressed?” Neteyam’s voice calls from outside the hut as you tie the loincloth to your waist, sighing out a yes. He had been rushing you all morning, almost as if he was a completely different boy then last night. “Come” He grabs your arm, pulling you with him until you reached a ledge, the large Ikran sitting there patiently waiting for him to hop on.

“What about Lo’ak and kiri? I thought-“

“My siblings will meet us there. Let’s go” You sigh, throwing your leg over the Ikran so you had been between the animal and Neteyam, his stomach pressed against your back as he made the bond with the animal. “Hold on tight” His arm is still snaked around you to hold you close while his free hand is clasp around the Ikran, taking off from the cliff only a second later.

Ever since you woke up, the forest boy had been acting so different. He was acting like he did at first last night, but it was like he completely forgot about how he was talking to you normally before you went to sleep. He was more strict now, like he had been trying to play some part he wasn’t fit for. He was trying to be rude and cold, but you saw right through the boy’s demeanor. You weren’t afraid of him.

Neteyam would’ve expected you to be nervous but you were quite the opposite. Your eyes were glued to the ground under you, taking in the beautiful forest and it’s floating islands. It was so beautiful, you could only imagine flying at night.

“Is that…” Neteyam hums in response, flying over the glowing purple tree. “Your spirit tree? It’s so beautiful” you admire its beauty, it looked so different from yours. Soon, Neteyam’s Ikran lands on an edge where multiple of them sit, and you could make our way more warriors surrounding your arrival.

The people were staring hard at you, as if you were some monster. Neteyam had a tight grip on you, as if he was detaining you or something which made your forehead crease in confusion. It wasn’t until you heard that sweet little voice, that your eyes ripped away from the peoples and to hers.

“Y/N!” Tuk runs toward you and Neteyam, pushing past him to hug your leg. “Your here! Are you meeting my dad?” Neteyam glares at the two other siblings approaching, knowing how bad this looked on him to the clan.

“Nothing to see here! As you were!” Kiri tells off the large group around you, removing your arm from Neteyam’s grip. “She’s not a dog, Neteyam. I thought we agreed-“

“We agreed on keeping her safe during the night, but it’s morning now. I won’t let dad see me take it easy on her when she is an outsider!” The two siblings argue and Lo’ak walks to you with a laugh, watching as you pick Tuk up and place her on your hip.

“He was good to you, right? I know he can be a pushover but that’s not really him talking, you know?” You nod, glancing over at the two who still argued, remembering how he reacted when you explained how hard your father was on you. It must’ve been the same for him. “Let me take you to my father”

The boy takes you through a longer trail until you approach a large cave, a woman’s voice echoing from the inside. You enter with hesitancy and could hear Lo’ak speaking to the woman once he went farther, and you could tell she was angry. In that exact moment, a much taller man entered the cave, and you knew that was him; Toruk Makto, and the Omatikaya clan’s Olo’Eyktan.

Jake sully.

You’ve heard many of his stories and how great of a warrior he was, also how he was a dream Walker before he was an avatar. I see you, Jake Sully You sign to him with a gentle hand, and you set Tuk down on the ground while Lo’ak brought the woman into the room as well.

He gestures to outside and you hesitantly nod, seeing the village circled around the main point, waiting for you to enter. The people’s eyes burn holes in your skin and give you nasty looks but Jake silenced them, the woman grabbing onto his arm.

That day had only been two months ago, and you still remember it like it was yesterday. You met the clan and it’s people, and Jake surprisingly took you in but with one condition; you had to learn their ways, and his children had to teach you. Kiri showed you the way of healing along with her grandmother, while Neteyam trained with you to really see if you were the great warrior you were said to be.

Which you were.

Which brings you here; Standing above Neteyam with your knife pointed to his face and his body pinned to the ground. It made you laugh, he looked so angry. “How’s that for a warrior?” You hum cockily, standing aside and holding your hand out for him to take which he only pushes away, standing to his feet by himself. You roll your eyes, “someone’s mad today, huh?”

“That was awesome, Y/N!” Lo’ak’s loud chuckle tares your eyes from Neteyam, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he pushes your shoulder playfully. “Dude, she totally just bitched you” it was clear you were joking, but Neteyam wasn’t engaging. His father was well on his way over and he never felt so embarrassed in his life, scared his father would get mad at him for losing.

“That was good. Looks like you do got something to offer” You smile at Jake with a soft nod to your head, watching him pat his oldest son’s shoulder. “Alright, Lo’ak. We’ve got to go but we’re leaving in twenty minutes for hunting, I want to see you there, Y/N” He instructs and your ears instantly perk, nodding your head more happily now. Neteyam doesn’t bother to look up as his father and brother leave, walking over to where his bow laid on the ground.

“Where are you going? We still have to practice shooting” You ask the Omatikaya boy, watching as he stands back up and sighs, not bothering to look back at you. It was only then when you notice the slight break in his bow, that you felt that guilt flood your body. “I… Neteyam I’m sorry” You walk to him and grab hold of his arm, turning him to you so you could see more of the bow. “I can fix this—I can-“

“You shouldn’t be sorry. Your a great warrior, Y/N” The boy states truthfully, his voice barely above a whisper. You look up to meet his eyes, noticing how disappointed in himself he had been. Neteyam never lost a fight, let alone to an outsider. “I am proud of you for learning, I’m just not used to losing” He admits with a small chuckle and you follow, letting go of his bow.

“I guess that makes too of us” You admit with a soft smile, and Neteyam can’t hide his own. You’d been there for two months and Neteyam had been training you ever since you got here, but he still didn’t know anything about you. Hell, he didn’t even know your favorite color. Truth be told, you were avoiding telling him anything about the reef. You didn’t want to reminisce on something you didn’t want to rehash—at least not until you had to go home.

He gestures you to move over and you do, taking your position in front of a tree where you had practiced shooting before. “A little more to the left” His words guide you, and you soon feel his hands touch your waist to reposition your stance. He’s humming in your ear and you can now feel his large figure right against your own, his large hands overlapping yours on your bow to show you the way. “And… there”

You let go and watch it cut clean through, hearing Neteyam’s laugh behind you which made you do the same. “That was it!” You turn to the boy with a smile so big it hurt, and he jogs over to retrieve the arrow, pulling it from the wood. “I think I’m a much better fighter, though” He chuckles with a shake of his head and slips the arrow back in its holder against your back, causing you to look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Hunting party is leaving in fifteen minutes, we should go meet with everyone” His words make you smile even harder and your quick to scurry past him, more then excited to go on your first trip. Neteyam follows hot on your tail up until you reach high camp, noticing all of the warriors were already lined up and ready to leave.

“There you are, kid. Thought you’d be more eager” Jake jokes with a hand atop your head, ruffling your hair which makes you hiss. You call to your Ikran, but Neteyam lays a hand on your shoulder before you could interact with it.

“Are you sure you want to ride alone? I don’t want you to get lost” Neteyam asks and it’s almost clear he wants you to ride with him, but you shake your head with a smile, reassuring the boy you would be alright. He lets you go with a slightly worried sigh before going to his own Ikran, and the rest of the warriors began to hop onto theirs.

“We’re just going a little outside the barriers, nothing too bad, kid” Jake pages to you and you look over to him, nodding your head. Flying was never a problem for you, but it was night and the forest was usually somewhat dark outside the barriers which meant it would be harder to see. Neteyam feared they’d lose you and you’d get caught up with animals you don’t know how to deal with.

You fly very close to Neteyam most of the time, following the party’s cry when they did so, and following Jake wherever he went. Your Ikran was the prettiest shade of blue that matched your skin perfectly, along with little details of purple and yellow. You named her atan which meant light in Na’vi, due to her yellow patterns being the first thing you notice about her. She was very friendly, especially with Lo’ak and Neteyam, like they already had a built in bond with her.

“Over there, Kid! You see it?” You follow Jake’s eyes and slow down, scanning the area for what he had been speaking of. You finally spot the animal and alert him, reaching back to pull an arrow and your bow from its holder.

“Y/N, wait!” Neteyam tries to speak but your already shooting the arrow, watching as it sped right past the animal making it run. “Y/N, Bank!” Neteyam yells at you and finally catches your attention, but just as you fly lower, you couldn’t go fast enough to miss the cliff in front of you.

It all happened so quick. From the moment you fell from your Ikran, to the wind blowing in your hair when you were free falling, and the impact of getting caught. Your heart was racing and you couldn’t even see who caught you, but you could hear the calls above to move back to high camp, and feel the blood dripping down your arm.

“Your alright, Kid” Oh no. It was Jake… the only possible person you could think of when you fell. You were terrified of the costs this would bring you, and hated yourself for being stupid enough to miss a shot you took many times. you push your hair from your face to look at him just in time when his Ikran sat back on the ledge at high camp, and helped Jake lower you back onto your feet. “Took a nasty hit, ill tell you that”

Jake’s hand rests on the small of your back for just a second when you shake your head frantically, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “I… I had it! I swear I-“

“Y/N” Kiri’s voice chimes in and cuts Jake’s gaze from you, your worries only growing ten times larger by this. You can’t look away from Jake. You were so afraid he’d think differently of you now that you failed your first trip, and you embarrassed yourself in front of his oldest son who spent so long training you. “What happened? Your arm-“

“Olo’Eyktan—sir, I’m so sorry! I had it I just-“ You try to grasp his attention again but Jake shakes his head with a slight chuckle, cutting your words off before you could beg any longer.

“Im not mad at you-“

“No no, I should’ve banked I… Neteyam taught me how! I know how to hunt I swear!” The man sighs and all eyes are now on you, taking in your desperate voice and appearance. “Please, just let me go again”

Jake places a gentle hand on your back with a sigh, causing your body to wince. “We will try another time, okay? Your bleeding, you need to get patched up” Before you could even try to protest, He’s already back on his Ikran, calling to the rest of the warriors to leave with him once again. No, no! You couldn’t make the same mistake you did with your father—you couldn’t disappoint Jake when the clan already felt so differently about you. Kiri’s hands are soft against your skin and her voice only grows louder, trying to gain your attention that was so obviously set on her father who had flown away seconds ago.

You didn’t understand. You practiced so hard… you did so good with Neteyam. You didn’t want to disappoint anyone, especially Jake. You couldn’t make the same mistake you did when you were at the reef.

“Y/N” Neteyam steps in front of you to capture your gaze to see your obviously on edge, and he doesn’t miss the way your eyes are starting to water as soon as you look at him. “Hey, it’s alright. It happens-“ his words aren’t helping soothe you even a little bit. You couldn’t fix what happened, and you had made a total fool of yourself and Neteyam. The boy’s words slowly fade as you push past everyone till you got to your Ikran, hopping onto it without giving it a second thought. Neteyam calls loudly for you when you fly off, but he’s quick to go after you, following you through the forest sky.

By the time you land, tears are brimming your eyes harshly, threatening to fall down your cheeks to which your vision became blurry. Your Ikran sets itself just at the top of the mountains, and you land with your hand clasped around the animal, trying your hardest to fight off the emotions you couldn’t control. you don’t pay any mind to the boy who lands next to you.

You don’t pay any mind to the boy who lands next to you until his voice is urgent, worried almost when you slip off your Ikran and he’s already right next to you, reaching for your arm. “Y/N, you are still bleeding-“

“I’m fine, Neteyam. I want to be alone” You push the boy gently but with intent, walking forward until you reached the small pond you had been so familiar with from your past training sessions. Neteyam knew this had been your favorite spot. Beside its amazing view of the forest, this was where you took your first Ikran ride together, and the two of you could still remember it like it was yesterday. Your about to sit when he grabs your arm gently, forcing you to turn to him. You quickly notice his eyes only on the huge cut on your stomach that had been gushing blood, like he had been blaming himself for it.

“Sit down” He states in a soft demanding tone, all while pulling you over to the water and your eyes caught glimpse of the bandages he must’ve grabbed from kiri before he left to follow you here. You open your mouth to protest but he already snaps, “I’m not asking. Sit down” He pulls you down to sit on the ground under you, pushing on your shoulder to tilt you back once he’s in front of your body. “Yeysu, ‘evenge” The boy mutters under his breath, setting down the bandages next to him before pulling out a small capsule that made your eyebrows furrow.

“What is that?” You ask, still annoyed that he even followed you in the first place. He ignores you and dips a rag into the water next to you, soon enough running it along your wound to which made you hiss defensively at the boy. “Tìftang si, You Skxawng!” You grab his wrist, urging him to stop or at least to slow down a bit. Neteyam didn’t care though, all he could think about was how you were bleeding profusely and the cut was huge, he couldn’t stop.

“Mawey, taronyutsyìp” (Calm, Little Hunter) Neteyam soothes in Na’vi, putting pressure on your wound to stop its ache. He looks up to see your face twisted in pain, and he couldn’t help but feel for you at his next words, “I have to clean it. This will hurt” He opens the capsule to reveal a paste like substance and your instantly familiar with it. Yalnabark was so popular, how didn’t you think of that? Neteyam looks at you once more before putting some on his finger, and gently placing it along your wound. “I know, I know” He repeats over as your biting so hard on your lip you were sure there was blood there as well, crying loudly at the pain in your stomach. He continues to cover your cut with it, wrapping a bandage around your stomach as soon as he could so it would stay tight against your skin.

“I’m not a kid. I didn’t need you to-“ You try to protest but you aren’t able to before he’s giving you those death staring eyes, and interrupting you quickly.

“Eywa, can you ever just say thank you?” Your ears bat at the boys annoyed tone, looking down at your lap when he released you and put aside the medical supplies. “I’ve gotten much worse wounds then that, it will heal quickly” Neteyam points out when he notices you looking at the bandage, but you had only been doing that to avoid eye contact with him.

“Thanks” Was all you said, just above a whisper when it leaves your mouth. Neteyam studies your state while crossing his legs, leaning on his elbows against his thighs to try and examine your face that’s unfortunately hidden by your long hair. If it wasn’t for his curiousness, he probably would’ve left you alone but who was he to leave you? It was clear you weren’t yourself. You weren’t the fighter he had been training in this moment.

“Why did you run? Kiri was going to-“

“I don’t need to explain myself, Neteyam” You snap and Neteyam knows you are right. He couldn’t make you explain yourself or admit to it not being your fault, but he sure as hell was gonna try to pry at that soft spot you were so obviously holding back from. Now you sit drawing circles on your leg with the pads of your fingertips, while Neteyam can’t help but stare at your fidgeting movements and notice the sniffle you inhaled through your stuffy nose—like you had been crying. “Could you leave me? And tell your father I’m sorry” Ah, there it was. it was all starting to come to him now.

“He is not mad at you, Y/N” Neteyam hopes to reassure you with his words, fighting back the urge to touch you to let you know he was actually there and listening. It seemed you had been in your own world, and you felt like you couldn’t talk to him but that was everything but true. Neteyam wanted you to talk to him, he wanted to know you at least a little bit. His lips parted in an act to say something else but he couldn’t seem to get anything out. Maybe talking wasn’t right for this? He didn’t know. He didn’t know your mind well enough for this.

So instead he places a gentle hand on your knee, ceasing it’s slight shake with his warm touch. Heat travels throughout your leg where his hand lays and you slowly look up to the Omatikaya boy, watching as his face softens at your sad state. Your eyes glisten with tears against the sunset, and he could tell in that moment that you needed someone there, even if it had to be him. You were disappointed in yourself with hunting, and now with the simple fact you were crying in front of Neteyam.

“I just wanted to do it right, You know? Always seemed like I could never get it right in the reef—I thought I could-“ The firm squeeze on your knee ceases your rambling words and you wipe your tears from your cheeks almost instantly, thinking about how embarrassing you probably looked. You clearly weren’t done and Neteyam knew that. Anyone could see that you were breaking inside, like you wanted nothing more then one hug.

which is why he moved closer to you, spreading his legs out to where they grazed yours which makes you look up at him. The look he gave you was enough to make your tense body soften, and you let him encase you in a hug. You hesitated for a moment before laying your head in the crook of his neck, soon feeling his arms wrap comfortably around your small frame.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to” His words are simple but warm, and you can’t help but relish in his arms, feeling your tears build up once again when he rubs your back. There was something about his voice and body language that your body found soothing, and the way he held you hesitantly but close made you forget you barely even knew him.

“This is how I ran away” Your words are meant to come out gently but were filled with hesitation and fear, your shaky breath coating them. Your body is now tense in Neteyam’s arms and he can tell clearly, now caressing your arm gently with his fingertips in an act to calm you. “When I missed that shot… it reminded me of the night I left home. I never truly told you why I left, Neteyam” His eyes are now on yours, almost tense himself just by your words.

“I had went hunting with my father and a few other warriors, and everything was fine until we saw a few outsiders. People that didn’t have a clan, Neteyam. I… I don’t know why, but my head got the best of me and I ended up taking a shot I shouldn’t have”

“The group came after me and my party, and… and i cost two of our greatest warriors their lives because of my stupid decision. I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that” Neteyam listens to your every word, heart burning for you in a way he never had before. Your cheeks are practically painted with tears now, staining Neteyam’s skin with every new bit. He probably thinks your a danger to them, wishes he’d never trained you in their ways.

But that wasn’t true, and he made that clear with his words. “No one is perfect, Y/N. My father is the same way, that’s the reason I am who I am. Lo’ak is very similar to you, I know exactly the type you are” He begins and you couldn’t help but look up at the boy with some fear in his next words, but to your surprise, the corner of his lips peek into a closed mouth smile, and one of his hands move from your back to the side of your face.

“You didn’t earn that band by being perfect” He pushes your hair away from your face with a soft smile, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb. “And I know we don’t always get along, and I know I’m a pain to train with sometimes… but I want you to know you can talk to me. I’m sorry you had to keep that in for so long” His eyes are tortured against your own, his hand still holding the side of your face with care. Neteyam didn’t understand how the two of you got here, he wanted to kill you months ago and now he sat comforting you when you cried. He watched closely as you lay a gentle hand on his heart, letting out a small sniffle before smiling through your sad expression, nodding your head.

“I’m sorry for making this hard for you” You apologize genuinely but he only shakes his head, reaching down into one of the holsters on his chest piece. The corners of your eyes crease at his every move, confused as to what he was to pull out during a time like this. Neteyam chuckles when he notices your worried expression, pulling out something that had been caught in his palm.

“I have something for you” Neteyam releases your face slowly and your eyes follow his, glued to his closed palm until he opens his hand to reveal a small band covering it. You look up at him as if he had been joking or toying around with you, to which makes him laugh at your completely in shock expression. “My father gave me this the moment you shot your first arrow with him. He told me to give it to you when I thought you were ready and I think that’s now”

You look up at him in disbelief, shaking your head unknowingly “But I… I messed up-“

“Exactly. Your first mess up and it probably won’t be your last, but your an amazing warrior, Y/N. You deserve it, and you deserve to let go of your past” His words make your heart warm, and you can’t hide the smile that forced your lips curved, watching as he returned the same. He grabs hold of your arm gently, tying the warrior’s hand around your arm just loose enough to stay snug against your skin but not leave a mark. “Now you have two” His accent thickens with his words and it makes your heart pound, a feeling you’d never felt before. He looks to you again, but before he could say much else, you can’t stop yourself from pulling him into a firm hug once again.

Your arms wrap comfortably around his neck and his around your waist, his forestry scent radiating off his skin when you press your face into his hair. You felt much better, almost as if him being here soothed your horrible nerves. It scared you truly, but you were too far in the moment to realize that now. “Thank you” Your words are just above a whisper when you let them slip and the boy under you chuckles in a relieving way, rubbing your back softly.

“We may not be hunting right now, but I think I have a pretty good idea of what we could do in the meantime?” He says in a questioning tone which makes you slowly pull away, looking at him for his explanation but he only smiles, standing to his feet. “I think it’s about time we get to know each other. Don’t you think, taronyutsyìp?”

Neteyam holds out his hand for you to take, earning a cheeky smile from you when you take it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. You glance down at your now double-banded arm with your hand still in his own, admiring how different they had been from each other. Your eyes once again meet his after glancing down at your locked hands, nodding your head.

“So where to, Forest boy?”

My babies are so cute ugh :((( sorry for the inactivity once again, life has been so busy.

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Hey there love!

Big fan of your work btw.

I was just wondering, is there a part 4 to “it was always you?” (I think that’s what it’s called? It’s my favorite work of yours it follows the storyline of the reader struggling with self harm?)

If there is I can’t find it 😭🙏🏽

Hey lovie!!! I actually have a wholeeee part 4 basically finished in my drafts but I don’t think I like the plot because there’s not really anything there, as soon as I make tweaks to it, I’ll be sure to publish it soon!! 💙