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anemonelovesfiction · 1 year ago

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I’ve Neglected you Far Too Long

Ao’nung x Hybrid Fem! Reader

No mentions of Y/n though but its implied. Obviously they’re adults- I quite literally mention Ao’nung has tattoo’s. And obviously theres some smut.

Kind of like an arranged marriage scenario. Any words in English are stricken through. If they’re in italics its just emphasis on that word. Starts off with a bit of background, smut is near the end lol, but its a lot of it.

Word count: 9.2K because I got carried away.

I would say it started with my birth. I was granted the luck of being born Kiri’s twin, with a few minor setbacks, although to Neytiri they were enough to refuse taking me in as her own. I was born with the size and appearance of a human- but I was a halfbreed. My features were human but I was the one born with fangs and I had a kuru as well but it was relative to my size, it was still encased in a big braid and reached past my butt, almost mid thigh, yet still had the natives squinting to see it.

If it wasn’t for Jake pointing out that I had a queue and didn’t need an exomask to breathe, one of the Metkayina warriors would have thrown their spear, killing me. I was captured alongside Spider, when they put me in the machine they’d put Spider in, it awakened some telekinetic abilities I didn’t know I had.

But they’re tied to my emotions and I could only ever really use them if I felt strongly about something. Which is why I was able to help kill most of the humans that had hunted the tulkun, I had enough of their interrogations and abuse.

After losing Neteyam, Ronal and Tonowari welcomed the Sully’s into the Metkayina, and were willing to accommodate for Spider only if I were to marry their son. Their reason being that my telekinetic abilities - which seemed to surpass Kiri’s in their eyes- could protect their clan and son if anything like that happened again.

Ronal disliked that I was half human, she didn’t really want me to marry her son with my outward appearance- like one of the tawtute- sky people- but if I could be used to protect her dear son, thats all that mattered to her, keeping her lineage going.

“We could unite the reef clans and forest people.”

Were Neytiri’s words after Ronal had brought up her reasoning. Tonowari had stayed silent with his hands on his knee’s. It was Ronal’s idea for them to kneel so I wouldn’t feel intimidated by their height, but I’m shorter than most humans, so they were still a good head taller than me, maybe two.

“Of course this is your choice, kid.” Jake stated carefully, his hand movements mimicking that of a calm ultimatum, and this was anything but.

I nodded once, then walked out of the tent and sat by the beach. I couldn’t think of anyone other than Spider. If he were to go back to the Omaticaya, he’s be lonely. His entire life revolved around the Sully’s and I couldn’t risk him being kicked out, and I refused to spend any more time away from my sister.

I’d gotten an earful from Neytiri that day about being disrespectful to the clan leaders for leaving the way I did. I had no idea how to respond and she despised me- had I looked like Kiri I’m sure the story would be different, but I’m not like her, my genetics decided to mute the blue and because of that, I’d forever be treated as a human by Neytiri- even if I could breathe the same air as her, even if I can make tsaheylu.

And it has lead me to being bathed in scents that Ao’nung found pleasing. Neytiri and Jake were allowed to voice their opinion on the matter and Jake had mentioned that this smelled of raspberries back on earth.

As tradition, the mother of the groom and any female sibling, or honorary females washed the bride in the scents and got her ready for her soon-to-be husband. And all of the males near and dear to my heart would do the same to the groom. In this case I had told them not to do anything to change his appearance and to leave him as is. Even if he’d made up with Lo’ak, I could never forget the face he made after finding out he was betrothed to me. The shock in his face said it all, he didn’t want me, and I didn’t want him either but at least I was cordial about it.

I had no idea how big of a celebration this would be. Everyone from the clan walked up and wished blessings upon us, a fruitful- and fertile- marriage. I’m glad I stuck around with Spider and learned Na’Vi while we were kids as a lot of the well wishes were very long and I’d kick myself in the face if I had to childishly reply with broken Na’Vi.

Nothing happened that night.

Don’t get me wrong I’m excited and happy we didn’t do what I was told married couples do by Neytiri. She went into greater detail than Norm did about mating as a Na’Vi and how the tsaheylu was a crucial part of becoming connected to ones mate. Most nights I was ignored and we’d go to sleep on separate mats. I’d need to start Tsahik training but I’d need to learn the things Tsireya had learned when she was younger and work my way up in rank. Because of this, Lo’ak was in the lead of becoming Olo’eyktan considering he’s earned their trust and Tsireya knew more about healing.

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“The tattoo’s have different meanings and what one curve could mean for someone, it could be translated differently in another clan members markings.” Tsireya mentions while showing me two nearly identical tattoo’s.

“These are almost identical.” I stated blankly and giggled, placing her hand over her mouth to hide her laughter.

“Yes but you noticed the difference between the two, you said almost. Explain what you see.” She asks.

“This one has what appears to be a smoother execution. This one seems bold, like you used a darker ink? It has jagged edges too.”

“The first one was for a warrior who had just had his inknimaya. Everything went well for him and the skimwing he had bonded with. For the second, not so much, he experienced much pain and eventually managed to execute it perfectly.”

“The second tattoo is slightly bigger, could this indicate multiple tries to his inknimaya?”

“You are a quick learner.” Tsireya smiles at me and I smile back. It wasn’t hard to be genuine around her and she made it hard to hate her. She’s seen me naked more times than my own husband, and she’d only seen me before I got married to him.

By the end of the lesson she struggles to get on her feet from kneeling in front of me and I feel terrible.

“You don’t always have to kneel for us to be the same height, Tsireya. If you wanted to stand I wouldn’t mind.” This isn’t the first time I tell her.

“I need to be flexible.” She states happily.

“For who, Lo’ak?” I ask and start laughing at her embarrassed face.

“I’m sorry, Rey, but these jokes just come naturally to me, I can’t stop them when my tongue is faster than my mind.” I giggle as she huffs and turns her head.

“I’ll make the same jokes when you are with child.”

“No you won’t.” Partly because I’ve yet to consummate my marriage. “I don’t even know if we could have kids considering I’m a half-breed that looks human.” I stated aloud.

“Toruk Macto is a half breed.” She states as if it were obvious.

“Yes, but he has the appearance of a native. It’s easier for him to blend in. Lo’ak is also a half breed and he too can hide with the rest of the Na’Vi. I’m-“ I stop myself before saying anything too harsh, or she’d scold me. “-different.”

“The kind of different my brother needs in his life. Keep trying for children and I will pray that the great mother blesses you!” She says over enthused.

“Sure.” I stated simply, smiling at her. We said our goodbyes and I headed off toward his marui pod.

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“Where have you been?”

“With your sister. Learning.” I stated, I’ve grown to know Ao’nung likes short answers and to never bother him when he was entranced with something- whether it was learning a new trick on a skimwing or sparring. I placed my medical bag down- Kiri made this one for me as a present and I never went anywhere without it.

I can feel his eyes on me while I search in a big box for some herbs to refill my bag. The bag hangs over my chest and does a good job of hiding my stomach- not that its big, I hide it from the sun since I’m often exposed. I’d learned to wear traditional clothes and the loincloths were made in children's size due to my stature. The top was something Kiri had to teach me to make- it resembles a human sports bra but matching my loincloth.

My loincloth was traditional in every sense except it didn’t have a hole for a tail, but it still adjusted and tied off on the side, just like everyone else's.

“Are you hurt?” I ask him once I refill my bag and look up to face him. I’d known of his tattoo’d arms but the one on his face was new. It made his eyes pop and he looked handsome- but that didn’t matter.

“What?” He asks as of he hadn’t heard me before.

“Are you hurt. Do you need something from me?” I asked him and he understands what I mean.

“No.” He answers and turns his face toward the side to look at the floor of his- our, because it technically is ours- marui.

“Then I will head out and assist.” I answered not really caring to give him a chance to respond- let alone process- what I said. But he was faster than I was and his hand reached around my bicep and that stopped me.

He was never one to touch me. Not when it came to helping me learn the way of his village, not now, and not even on our wedding night. I press my teeth on my tongue to prevent myself from saying something smart and I turn to face him. I refuse to talk as I’d always found some way to offend him with whatever I said so I waited for him to speak.

“Do you resent me?” He asks simply and this question is a slap to my face. My face only forms in confusion as my eyebrows knit together and my eyes squint slightly.

“I don’t-“ I began but stopped myself from speaking as he lets go of my bicep. I look over at his hand and back at him feeling more confusion than ever.

“I see.” He answers plainly and I furrow my brows some more before raising one and looking at him.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t have to.” He answers simply and I feel like I’d immediately done something wrong again. “Your face said everything your words could not.”

“But-“

“You should go out and assist my sister. Let her know I held you back if she asks why you are late.” He states before walking past me and heading out the opening of the marui with his spear.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding once the curtain fell shut again. Of course I resented him, he was rude, underestimated me in everything, and never made an effort to get to know me. But I hadn’t said any of that to his face and I was in control of my emotions and knew I didn’t make a face of disgust- but why did he ask the question in the first place?

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“Did you talk to her?” Spider asks as soon as Ao’nung joins the hunting party. Due to his inability to bond with the animals he often rode with Lo’ak.

“Yes.” Ao’nung answered.

“Is she coming to the party tonight?” Lo’ak asks after lightly nudging between Spider’s hips to quiet the grown man in front of him, he sure was nosey today.

“I did not ask.” Ao’nung answers and Spider grumbles.

“The whole point was to-“ Spider stops himself when Lo’ak’s Ilu immediately surges forward. And the hunt began.

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“Theres a lot of people gathering for something outside. Was there something planned for today? Did I have to do something?” I asked nervously once Ao’nung had come into the marui. He must have showered at some point because he didn’t smell like sea air like he usually does after a hunting trip.

“The celebration of our union.” Is all he says while placing his spear on the wall along with his others.

“But we-“

“It’s what you call an Annie-server.” He states in his best english and given the severity of my nerves I couldn’t find the way he fudged up the words funny at this time.

“It hasn’t been a year yet-“ I stop myself as he walks over to pick the accessories he never touches, taking the ones he has on and replacing them with those.

“Has it?” I ask myself quietly.

“It has.” He answers and stops in front of me. One hand on my shoulder but its immediately removed when I look at it.

“Please put these on.” He hands me a matching pair, the one from our wedding- union as they call it. It’s supposed to show that we are harmonious. I try to tie the bands on my anklet together but my fingers keep fumbling and I let out a frustrated sigh.

“Let me help you.” He sits in front of me and offers his hand to take my leg.

“No-“ He takes my leg after letting out a small hiss of his own and sets it on top of his thigh where he leans over and carefully ties the bands together. His hands on my ankle sends a shiver up my spine.

“It’s only done the first year. They will ask invasive questions. I’m glad my sister convinced you to use the soap. Come.” He stands quickly and heads over to the entrance of the marui.

He holds the flap of the curtain open for me to walk through. I was going to comment on why his hair was undone but was met with a bunch of cheers and a celebratory song. I’m awestruck as the clan starts parting and a walkway is created for me. I follow them and end up near the front.

“We have come to celebrate the night this union was made one year ago.” Ronal smiles big at the clan as she announces her words.

“It is time to take on the tradition of the couples.” Tonowari joins in and the crowd basically goes wild. I stand with a fake smile plastered on my face.

“Ao’nung. Face your bride.” Tonowari speaks once more and he steps up in front of me before kneeling respectfully taking my hand and kissing it, making a majority of the girls awe at his gesture, but I knew better, it was a show. I let go of his hand quickly and awaited further instruction.

“This is our clans best kept secret. You will braid his hair to your liking as a symbol of life's twists and turns bringing you together. And he is to maintain the hairstyle or one similar for the rest of his life as his devotion to you.” Ronal states.

My eyes widened and I’m fucked. I can braid for sure, all thanks to Tuk, Kiri, and Neteyam consistently asking me to braid their hair often, but I didn’t know about this was a requirement. If Lo’ak and Tsireya were to have wedded before myself and Ao’nung I would have expected this. But they married about four weeks after we did. And Ao’nung doesn’t let anyone touch his hair. My eyes wandered over to find his staring back at me and I looked down releasing quiet but heavy exhale.

“But before we start, you are to drink this.” Ronal hands me a cup thats decently sized, still huge in comparison to me but good enough to grab.

“This is made up of many many plants and fruits from our clan and has been prayed over with many blessings poured into it from the beginning of the process.” Ronal informs me.

“This drink is to be shared between the two of you. You will speak many blessings in it yourself- in a hushed voice, take a drink and you will hand it off to your mate to receive the blessings.” Ronal smiles and hands the cup over to me.

I’m nervous as shit and am worried I might say the wrong thing but am glad it doesn’t have to be shared aloud. And I take a look into the cup and see the deep red liquid inside and sigh.

“Treat me like the mate I ought to be treated and my face won’t show resentment again.” I whispered into it and took a big chug- considering there was a lot of liquid in there.

I walk over toward Ao’nung and hand him the cup I’d just drank from and he drinks the rest. The cheers coming from the crowd make my tummy tingle and I start feeling weird. I should probably ask Tsireya what kinds of things were included in there to see if its compatible with my human half.

“You may begin.” Tonowari gently nods his head once at me and I nod.

“Could-“ I stop myself and Ao’nungs eyes are burning in mine and nervously chuckle, averting my eyes once more.

“Could you please turn so I can reach your head, Yawne?” I blush harshly at that and the positive whispers in the crowd are making me feel uncomfortable, but I always had to put on a show for them. Ao’nung nods once and does as I ask and I put myself to work.

His tail wraps loosely on my calf and it feels warm. I’m sure this is all for the sake of appearance but it makes it feel like it’s a smidge hard to breathe. I won’t lie, after a long day of chores, or whatever strenuous activity Ao’nung has done his hair looks the best right before he showers. Pieces of it have come out of the braids and are clinging to his face by his sweat- no, stop it.

I’d worked diligently and managed to create the hairstyle he always wears. Except some of the braids on the sides twist to form X’s.

“You barely changed it.” Ao’nung states after feeling around and turning to face me.

“This is how you look best, to me.” I admit.

“Especially when some of these,“ I gently yank out the loose pieces I’d failed to tuck in properly. “Slip out. Like after you finish working.” I find myself gingerly placing my hand on his cheek, I look down at his lips and my eyes slightly widen at my own actions before I remove my hand slowly, making my movements not show how we truly are with one another, and taking a step back.

Several one of the younger girls had held on to the boys courting them and mentioned how they wanted a love like ours and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. If only they knew what our Love really was.

“The last thing for you to do is to decide which one of these your mate has prepared. This will also test to see how well you notice our signature hunting mark.” Tsireya steps back and reveals three fish total that had been cooked. If he managed to hunt with Lo’ak and Spider I’d be more willing to pick out Spiders pathetic excuse of a hunt since he did things the human way. Then I’d have to compare it to Lo’ak’s which might resemble both clans hunting and preparing skills into one and choose the one that least resembled the two. But if they decided to choose at random from other clansmen, I’m screwed.

It suddenly felt like my body temperature had risen and I could feel the slight stickiness that forms on my skin before I start sweating and I feel slightly uncomfortable. I take a look at the three and can tell which one Spider made and fight the urge to giggle. He has talent, but sometimes massacres his huntings, whether he did this on purpose or not I’m thankful to Eywa.

The next two are hard to tell as they’re on similar plates and dished the same. So I focus in depth on the one in the middle and notice it’s one of Lo’ak’s favorite fish to hunt and I want to look at the boy and thank him, but instead look up to Tsireya and smile.

“The one on the left.” I point to it and she smiles back.

“How do you know?” Tsireya asks.

“The cutting pattern is one he chooses often and he knows this is my favorite fish.” I hold a hand on my chest for sentimental value.

The party continued without a hitch and I started feeling hotter by the second before excusing myself while everyone was either drunk, picking at the food table, dancing, or even singing I managed to slide my feet in the water and felt myself cool down significantly.

“Enjoying your anniversary?” Lo’ak asks me as he comes up behind me.

“Sure. Just glad its you and not any nosey person asking me invasive questions. I had an elder ask me if he’s good in bed. I had to lie to someone about my non-existent sex life.”

Lo’ak lets out a laugh and places his arm around me. For being more human appearing than him he always treated me as an equal. I appreciate him for doing that, even if I wasn’t technically adopted alongside Kiri, he always called me his sister.

“What was in that drink?” I asked him and he shrugs.

“I thought you’d know, but I think Tsireya said something about it containing an aphrodisiac?” Lo’ak states and I laugh.

“Come on bro,”

“I’m deadass.”

“Even if it did, nothings coming out of it. He hates my guts.” I sigh and bring my knees to my chest.

“He can’t possibly hate you.”

“Yes he does! Every morning I wake up he’s not there. Every time before bedtime I set out his mat since he comes home after I’ve passed out- and I know this because I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and see him on the opposite side of the room dead asleep.”

“Okay but what about that time you said he cuddled you.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Why not?” He asks.

_________

I lied shivering getting up frequently due to the cold air and having to pee. Ao’nung had come in quite late and I’d woken up for the upteenth time tired as hell and unable to warm myself up.

“Why do you keep getting up. Either stay up or stay asleep.” Ao’nung complains and turns around harshly. I didn’t bother responding as I figured sleep was more important than being petty.

But when I’d finally get comfortable and dozed off, I’d wake up with my teeth chattering and my body shaking, trying to keep warm.

“Aren’t you a half-breed? Why are you still making sounds!” He asks angrily.

“Because I’m still half human! I can withstand colder temperatures than humans can but not by much. Trust me when I tell you I’d much rather be held in captivity and tortured than to be here with you. At least they gave me blankets.” I grumble and get up to go pee once more.

I’d decided to take a long time returning but even when I’d figured he was asleep, as soon as I stepped inside he turned to face me, it looked like he might have been pacing- but I couldn’t be too sure. I’m just glad I went pee before coming back in.

“We do not have blankets right now, but we are often very warm. Maybe if I-“ He gulps. “If I held you, you would not be making noises with your teeth.” He explains.

_________

“Did you take him up on his offer?” Lo’ak asks and I push him.

“I had to. And the next day I asked your mom how the hell I could hand knit a blanket and she made a huge one, thinking it was for us to share. But I didn’t have to bother him on cooler nights again.

“But he did care for you, he came up with a solution.”

“A solution so he could get sleep and my teeth would stop chattering.” I roll my eyes.

“Okay but your favorite fish for today, explain that.” Lo’ak crosses his arms.

“I could easily tell Spider’s mutilation from yours.” I roll my eyes. “And He asked me two days ago what my favorite fish was. I know he hates when I take to long to explain myself- probably because he hates the sound of my voice, so I told him in one simple answer.”

“Did he tell you that?” Lo’ak asks.

_________

“I think I like the tulip thorn because of the way it glows at night. But the stem is also pretty with the way it wraps around and creates a mini shelter. Tuk and I used to take some leaves and tie them down to make a fort and-“

“It was a simple question. I don’t need a story attached to every answer you give me.” He stated harshly.

“Oh,” I state and do a little reflection and cringe at the many times I’d gone off on tangents while talking to him. Or the times when he’d straight up turned and walked out and I’d been left talking to myself for Eywa knows how long.

_________

“You could say that.” I answered back shortly as I didn’t want to bore yet another Na’Vi with my stories.

“Thats all you have to say?” He asks.

“I can tell you just about every negative encounter I had with him and they start from the moment I met him and lead up to this morning. I try to stay out of his way as much as possible. Its all he wants anyway.” I shrug.

“What if he didn’t?” He asks and I look at him wondering what joke he had in mind this time. Tears start to fill my eyes and threaten to fall.

“I don’t think I need a joke about my marriage, Lo’ak.” My voice wavers no matter how strong I wanted to sound.

“Hey, Hey, Hey-“ He’s quick to kneel in front of me and places his hands on my shoulders.

“I wish I could have a love story like you and Reya, or even your parents.”

“I wasn’t making a joke, I swear.”

“I can’t blame you. I’ll never know what its like to be loved.” The tears slide down my cheeks with ease. “I’m stuck with a mate who hates my guts and wishes I was a native with three fingers and three toes instead of this shit-“ I hold out my hands and wiggle my fingers.

_________

“I’m married to you for political appearance. Thats it. And the sooner you can accept that I’d much rather be with my own kind than a four-fingered-freak, the better it will be for you.”

“Don’t think I’m in love with you. You’re an asshole, a jerk, and a bully. Never in my life would I willingly choose someone like you.”

“Then don’t ask me about the status of our marriage anymore. You’re the least attractive thing I could ever lay my eyes on. I won’t ever love you, get that through your thick skull. The sooner the better.”

“You don’t even want to attempt a friendship with me?” I asked taken aback by his outburst.

“With you?” He asks and laughs bitterly. “I want nothing to do with you.” He gets in my face and pushes my chest with two of his fingers to make a point. But I’m not sure how strong he thought I was because he pushes me down. I fall flat on my ass and yelp. Something flashes in his eyes real quick.

“I’m so-“

“Don’t. I receive your message loud and clear.” I swat his hand away and I stand, making sure to walk away as fast as I can.

_________

“That can’t be true,” Lo’ak shakes his head after grabbing my hands with his.

“He might be hard headed but he will come to love you the way I love Tsireya, or how sickeningly my dad loves my mom, or how Spider loves Kiri.”

I hear someone clear their throat from behind myself and I pull my hands from Lo’ak’s and quickly wipe my tears off my face.

“I would like to speak to my mate. Alone.” My shoulders stiffen at his voice and my lower lip trembles.

“It’s okay Lo’ak. Go enjoy the party. I’m sure we’ll head back soon.” I stated as emotionless as possible and he looks between Ao’nung and myself before nodding toward me and walking back. I didn’t look back since I knew him and could hear the clap of his hand on Ao’nungs shoulder. I wish Neteyam were here to witness the amazing man and husband Lo’ak turned out to be for Tsireya.

“May I join you?”

“You requested to speak with me alone.” I stand as I say that.

“Please. Speak.” I state as I try rushing this along. I could feel myself getting warmer, although I’m sure its from the anger I was feeling at him at the moment.

“I-“ He starts speaking and stops. He looks down at the floor and kneels down, the most sincere apology in this clan. “I need to apologize for how I have treated you.”

I can’t help but let out a chuckle at the scenario in front of me and shake my head in disappointment. He furrows the skin where his eyebrows would be if he were human and studies my face.

“What is wrong?” He asks and I feel like a mad woman.

“You expect me to believe you mean that?” I ask him and he looks confused. He makes eye contact.

“You don’t care about me or my feelings, Ao’nung. You only care about your appearance. Tell me that isn’t true.”

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you and how I have acted.” He states again and I feel the air being knocked out of my lungs as I let an audible quick exhale and couldn’t breathe in as he held eye contact.

“I have been nothing but ignorant to your needs and I want that to end. I want to get to know you. I want to learn about you.”

“I don’t know what kind of fun party juices you’ve been drinking but I’m not entertaining this. I’ll go talk to your mom and explain we haven’t bonded and you’ll be out of this union.” I start heading back toward the party.

“Please don’t,” He asks under his breath but I heard it, and stupidly turned around.

“This is what you wanted. I’m helping you. Shouldn’t you be thanking me?” I scoff. “The girl you want is probably going to be over the moon when she hears you’re single and untouched.” I stated.

“I want you.” He states loudly. Still in his kneeling position.

“What?” I asked him and feel like the world has shifted. The party music had disappeared and it felt like we were the only ones on the beach. He stands and starts walking but picks me up and continues walking.

“I said I want you.” He looks directly in my eyes and holds my stare as he says that, then turns his head back to focus on where he’s going.

“Yeah I heard you the first time.” I uttered and I could feel something snap in my body. The warmth I felt earlier was in my lower belly and I felt the small zing of- no.

“Then why ask?”

“Because theres no way you- woah.” I stated as I looked to see his pupils were huge. Barely any blue coming through. And it took me until now to realize he’d walked us toward our marui pod.

“You smell so good.” He shoves his nose in between my neck and my shoulder and takes a whiff, and I squeak in surprise.

“Yeah its that soap I used when we-“

“Not that smell.”

“Fuck.” I muttered as his voice had gotten deeper for some reason. “What are you doing.” I asked as he had still not let me down.

“I’ve neglected you far too long.” He lays me down and I’m surprised to feel something soft underneath me. I could feel whatever effects of that stupid mystery drink turning me on and I laid there breathing heavily looking at his face.

“May I kiss you?” He asks and I’m too stunned to speak. I look down to his lips but quickly look back up toward his eyes.

“Why are you being nice? Is the juice affecting you too?” I asked and take my hand to feel his forehead since I’d been feeling warm too. He closes his eyes and-

“Are you purring?” I asked as he manages to nuzzle my hand and make it look like I’d been caressing his face.

“May I kiss you, yawne.” He asks again and his eyes are bearing into my soul.

“I don’t- I,” I struggle to even think this through as a flame fans through my body. “Yes.”

And his lips are on mine. He takes one of his hands and places it on my cheek and I instinctively place my hand on his arm. He prods his tongue out to stroke my lip and I squeal and nip at it. He chuckles before continuing to kiss me and peppers my face with kisses as he moves his kisses down my neck.

“Mm-“ I moan as he starts sucking my pulse point and failed to realize my legs wrapped around his waist- chest I suppose.

“Sit up.” I demand and he immediately does so.

“Am I hurting-“

“Shut it.” I stated and sit on his lap. I used my telekinesis to place his hands on my hips and forced his neck down and feverishly kiss him again. He’s fighting himself as I feel him tremble slightly and his grip on my waist only slightly tightens and I’m mildly upset.

“Move my hips on you, do something dammit.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” He mutters.

“I’ll tell you if you’ve hurt me by screaming in pain, what I need is friction- yes- holy shit-“ I cut myself off and notice just how big his package feels.

“Did I hurt you?” He stops.

“No, you just feel- huge. Oh my Eywa is it going to fit?” I ramble and he moves me back over his lap and I grunt.

“I pray it does.” He grunts before kissing down my neck once more. His hand trails up to untie my top and I pause.

“May I take this off?” He asks so sweetly and I bite my lip and nod. He pulls the fabric tying it together and it becomes loose, I slip out of it and he goes back to kissing me and I’m disappointed in his silence.

He smiles cockily when he comes up for air and I want to punch his face but he says the sweetest thing before I can form a fist.

“I’m the luckiest man on pandora.” He kisses down my chest and takes one nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue on my nipple.

“Ao’nung,” I moan as he pinches my other nipple.

“I like when you say my name like that.” He speaks directly to me, fully unashamed, and kisses my mouth.

His fingers trail down toward my ass, he cups my cheeks with his massive hands and kneads them, in the process he’s grinding me on his dick.

“Ao’nung-“ I moan again and try to push myself away from him but he takes my mouth into his and places the tip of his tongue in my mouth playfully stroking my own and I’m wet a hell from that action alone- and partly because of that juice.

“Yes, Yawne?”

“Take it off. Now.” I grunt and stand quickly without realizing his hand had already found the string and as I stood, my loincloth was untied and fell off.

“Yeah, luckiest man on Pandora.” He repeats his statement from earlier and I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“Have you ever-“ I stop myself from speaking and suddenly feel very self conscious.

“No.” He states fully and we both seem to be coming out of whatever the juice was doing to us- but only for a slight second.

“Have you?” He asks me and sits up.

“Never.” I admit and look away but feel my face being pulled back towards his in the gentlest way.

“We will learn with each other. We go as far as you want. I don’t want to pressure you to doing something you do not want.” He reassures me and kisses my lips again.

“So what now?” I asked him and he smiles.

“Lie down my sweet syulang.” He gently nudges me down and I follow his instructions. I can feel whatever flames were in my stomach before start to take over the nerves once again.

“Spread your legs.” He instructs and I follow and look up at the ceiling.

“Look at me, Yawne.” And I do. “You smell so sweet.”

“Wait, what are you-“ I ask before he licks a fat stripe on my pussy and I gasp.

He carefully wedges his tongue to spread my lips apart and I moan as he licks upward. He’s gently holding my thighs open but my hands felt empty. As if reading my mind his hands snake up to hold mine, the fists I once had were now warming up with his hands in them.

“Ao’nung rutxe, don’t st-ahh,” I’m the one letting his hands go and reach down toward his head and manage to tangle my fingers in there well enough to control his heads movements.

“You taste sweet, too.”

I now know why he’d held my thighs open earlier as I’m currently trying to suffocate him with them but the pleasure is too good and his tongue keeps circling on my clit and it all feels so good. And I feel something go in me at a gentle pace and the once building orgasm has muted as I feel it moving around.

“Ah-“ I open my eyes and look down to see he’s got one finger inside me and he’s staring me down. His finger stills but doesn’t pull out.

Does it hurt? He signs with his other hand

“N-no, just different, my fingers aren’t as thick as yours so this feels-“ I stop myself from rambling as he places a second finger in gently and I squeeze down hard.

“Ahh-“ I wince and try to withdraw but he stills my hips.

“Breathe, yawne. If I pull out now it could hurt worse, I will pull out if thats what you want but I’ve been told to tell you it gets better.”

“Told by who,”

“Is that really what you’re worried about?” He asks and I shake my head.

“It helps to forget the pain,”

“I can do that.” He immediately uses his thumb to circle my clit again and the pain subsides.

“Will it fit?” I ask again as his other hand is busy playing with my nipples.

“Yes.” He states but before I can ask if he’s sure he moves up to kiss me, and I just remembered how much bigger he was, yet he was being this gentle with me?

“Go faster my love,” I moan and connect out lips and start feeling pleasure from this experience. And he goes faster.

“Yes that spot, hit that again,” I clench my teeth at the overwhelming feeling I’m getting from his fingers and he smiles.

“Whatever you say, my love,” He smiles genuinely and it melts my heart. He leans down to kiss me again.

“Yes go faster, rutxe,”

“You don’t have to say that for me to go faster. You say and I’ll do. Always.” He says while going faster

“Kiss me.” And he kisses me.

“Again-“ He kisses me again.

“Mate with me,”

He unties his loincloth with one hand and slips out of it easily and the sight of his penis has my eyes widening. He tells me he’s going to slide his fingers out and does so but my eyes are on something else entirely.

“Theres blood on my fingers-“ He stares at his fingers in horror.

“Thats normal- for me.” I take his hand and hold it close to my chest. “On Earth, when you have sex for the first time, this happens. The custom- a long time ago- used to be to do this for the first time in your wedding night with the person you love.”

“It is a sign of loyalty?” Ao’nung questions and I nod.

“It’s like tsaheylu.”

“Then let us complete our custom.” He grabs his braid and brings it forward, his white tendrils moving in all directions.

“Are you certain?” I ask him and he smiles, giving me a peck real quick. He grabs my braid for me but before connecting looks me directly in my eyes.

“Are you certain?” He’s asking so sweetly while making sure our braids don’t connect.

“Yes.”

And the feeling itself is euphoric. My pupils are blown wide I’m sure, I could slightly feel them getting larger. I can feel how fast Ao’nung is breathing and can feel the strain of his cock as if the feeling were my own. I could feel how his heart was beating and the same warmth had settled over his own belly.

“Nga yawne lu oer,” Ao’nung states breathlessly.

“I love you, too.” I respond in english

It’s like he understood what I meant as he leans down to kiss me and manages to settle me in missionary. He lifts his head up and looks down between us and back up at me. I nod and feel him start to get nervous.

“It’s okay.” I place a hand on his cheek and gingerly stroke it.

“I don’t want to hurt you,”

“Have I screamed in pain at any point?” I ask and he smiles, kissing me again. He looks down between us and places his cock in his hands and guides it in slowly. I could feel my body clenching in anticipation and I shut my eyes harshly.

“Shit.” I grunt and squeeze harder when I feel the head sliding in slowly. The stretch burned real bad and at this point I stopped breathing.

“Breathe my love,” He gently strokes my clit after stopping just after his head had been pushed in.

“Ma’nung, you’re big.” I groan and throw my head back as the subtle sparks of him rubbing my clit start to fan the flames more.

“You’re so tight I might burst too soon.” He strains and I start to relax.

“Thats a compliment on Earth-“ I try to laugh and he slaps my thigh.

“Ahh!” I whine and he goes back to rubbing my clit and I moan immediately after.

“I’m going to keep pushing-“ He starts and as he does I can feel a sense of fullness but also his length dragging heavily on my g-spot and I moan.

“If you don’t move some more, I will cut your penis off.” I threaten and I can tell he’s confused by the sudden change of pace but I know he can feel what I feel.

“Shit, is that me?” He asks and I open my eyes to see him biting his lip, one of his fangs poking out, I look down myself and see a small bulge moving in my lower belly.

“Yes thats you-“ I moan as he’d started sliding out and his cock continues rubbing against my G-spot, it feels like the many orgasms I brought myself to happening all at once.

“Go faster-“ I whine and he does, snapping his hips at a steady pace and it feels so damn good.

“Faster-“ and he follows my command, not once questioning me.

“You’re swallowing me so easily, you feel so soft rubbing all over, and your stomach is- fuck-“ He cuts himself off and seems unsure of where to stare, at my pussy swallowing his cock or at my stomach as it plays peek-a-boo with him.

“Yawne, I’m too close-“

“I’m coming Ao’nung-“ I whine and feel myself spasm around his cock as I blubber on some stupid Na’Vi mixed with english non-sense.

Not once had he stopped thrusting his hips and the feeling of my orgasm continuously being stroked on had started what felt like the build of another one.

“Cock so good I’m coming twice-“ I groan in English and he starts whining himself. I never knew Na’vi men were vocal, and for some reason, the question can I come? Kept replaying in my head. Realizing I was still connected to Ao’nung I reach my hand up and pat his arm and he opens his eyes, lust evident on his face.

“You can come my love-“

The look of relief washed over his face but I could still feel like he was holding back. More of his thoughts flood my mind.

“Do it.” I confirm and he leans his whole body over mine, hitting spots I thought he was hitting before, quite literally fucking me so dumb I forgot my own name. His thrusts feel even more powerful at this angle and he bites the skin between my neck and my shoulder. His come washes over the both of us as I have my second orgasm and massage the spurts of come from his dick, coaxing more to come out with every wave of pleasure I felt. He lazily kisses me and pulls out, I hiss from the sting of his fat head stretching me open.

“Come here-“ Ao’nung quite literally lifts me to lay on his chest as we both catch our breath.

“I meant it.” He says while lazily stroking my back, but he didn’t have to explain, we were still connected, I already knew.

“I do too.” I sigh and lean into his chest to listen to his heart beat lulling me to sleep.

_________

I wake up and realize my body is being caged in but I felt warm and comfortable so I stayed snuggled up in what I thought was my blanket.

“Good, you’re awake.”

My eyes have never snapped open so quick after hearing that voice. His morning after voice was deep and sensual and it had me tingling. I look up to see that it was still dark.

“It’s not morning yet.” I groan and get comfortable again.

“Yes, my love, but I need some assistance.” He states as if he were straining and I turn my head to see him struggling with another boner.

“Oh my-“ I turn quickly. “- how long have you been dealing with that!” I asked and he whines.

“You’ve spent the entire time grinding me while you slept, I didn’t want to wake you, but we mate up to three times during one session.” He tries saying it in a nice way but I understood what he meant.

“Slide it in next time.”

“But you were sleeping.”

“I know, Ma’nung, but nothing better than waking up to an orgasm, or being loved on.” I stated while sliding one leg up, still laying sideways.

Ao’nung is hesitant, but we were still connected by our bond too. I was surprised.

“I forgot you have a fat head-“ I groan as he slides it in and gives me time to adjust but also feeling instant relief to be back inside me. The hand underneath my waist snakes over to rub my clit as he pumps pathetically inching in very slowly, but I could feel what he felt.

“Come inside my love-“ I moan as he comes inside for the second time tonight, letting him continue thrusting lazily while sliding across my G-spot.

“You feel so warm, so good, I can’t get enough.” He groans while continuing the same movement and I could feel him getting hard again.

“Is this why your mom is pregnant for the sixth time?” I asked and he ignores me but wraps his hands around my body, pulling me closer to him.

“Can I come again, my love?” He asks while his thrusts are becoming more powerful.

“How many more times can you come tonight?” I asked and start meeting his thrusts in the middle, feeling the familiar sensation about to snap in my belly.

“As many times as it takes to make you round with child, I can’t wait to see you waddle with my life inside of you-“

“Fill me to the brim,” I groaned as he continues thrusting while imagining myself pregnant with his children. But the mental images he was seeing began flashing in my mind and he wanted to fuck me while pregnant, pushing my body past its limits and taking me in every position.

“Come my love-“ He grunts in my ear and all I can do is squeeze around his cock and moan loudly.

_________

“You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” He teases while thrusting in my cunt ever so slowly while he held me against the tree.

“No,” I try to stay quiet but he only slaps his big hand over my mouth.

He’d decided to fish on the docks today instead of following a hunting party and when he’d finish casting his third net full of fish he’d told the guys he was with that he’d be back in a few. I’d been picking seashells with his mom and sister when he called me away and lead me to where we were.

“You’re such a pathetic thing, Yawne,” He glides his dick over my G spot effortlessly and I’m a mess, I’m struggling to keep my eyes open.

“Eyes on me, my love, I want to see what I do to you.” He smiles cockily and I whine loud enough for him to hear.

“I want to come-“

“No.” He states firmly and slides his cock back in. “Be good for me and we’ll see if you deserve to come, my love.”

“Kiss me-“ I demand and he leans in, gently taking in the back of my neck and kissing me sweetly.

“G-go faster-“ I pant as he does and my eyes roll back.

“Come my love, come.” Ao’nung instructs me and I bite my lip as I release myself all over his cock.

“No don’t pull out,” I hold on to his hand tightly as if thats where I needed to hold him.

“We have to go back and-“

“I need you, Ma’nung,” I complain and he smirks.

“Of course, how could I have been so dumb,” He states and starts thrusting even faster.

“Ah!” I moaned and he slaps his hand over my mouth again.

“How can something so small be so loud?” He groans in my ear while he thrusts into me. My toes were curling as if they had a mind of their own and he was only holding me by my waist with one hand, he’s so fucking strong.

“How can someone so big be so big-“ I groan as he resorts to moving me up and down on his cock.

“I want to torture this orgasm out of you, my love. I want to make you the same babbling mess you were last night.” His voice was deeper and he was starting to grunt with every thrust. His hand came down from my mouth and stroked my clit lazily.

“Please let me come-“

“No.”

“Thats what you said earlier and you still let me-“ I whine and he forcefully grabs my cheeks to pull my face closer toward his.

“You cum when you only know my name and nothing else.”

I squeezed on him harder.

“You like when I’m rough with you, huh.” He places his hand on my chest and I grab it and place it on my neck without flinching and gently squeezes the sides and I could feel myself squeezing his cock once more.

“No, I w-wan- come.”

“Not dumb enough my love.”

_________

“Is anything off lim-limi- limits with y-you?” I asked as he thrusts under the water while his thick cock glides in and out of me.

“No. Never.” He groans before going faster. “You’ll be the death of me, now shut up and come.” He states while circling my clit.

“I don-don’t wanna-“ I whine but was to sensitive to hold on any longer.

“Yes you do, I can feel it. And not because we’re connected.”

_________

“Yawne please!” Ao’nung cries as I slide down further.

I’d mentioned riding once and he had been asking every single day if we could try it, but I wasn’t sure how feasable it would be, only because he’s huge and the thigh strength I’d need would need to come fro Eywa herself.

“This isn’t easy for me either!” I groan and completely slid down his cock and met his hips. Realization hits me as he hugs my body into his own.

“No you better not-“

“I’m coming~” He moans in my ear and it triggered my own orgasm.

_________

“Quiet my love.” Ao’nung shushes me.

“Please,” I beg and he thrusts harshly into me and I moan again.

“I love you-“ He states in English.

“Nga yawne lu oer-“ I whine back as he circles my clit with his thumb. He slams back in again.

“I like seeing you fucked dumb, my love.” He responds in English again and I’m going crazy.

“How bad do you want to come?” He asks in Na’vi and I can’t comprehend the question at all and babble some nonsense.

“I need you to come, sweet girl.” He coo’s and covers my mouth to muffle my sounds with his own in a deep heated kiss.

“Thats it, my love,” He coo’s as he joins me, still managing to gently caress my cheeks at his highest point of euphoria.

_________

“Have you told her it was an aphrodisiac?” Neytiri asks and Lo’ak rolls his eyes.

“Yes Ma’am.” He replies.

“Good.” Ronal states while working on cutting the fruit she had.

“Was this necessary?” Tsireya asks while sneaking a couple of the fruit pieces for herself since she was expecting.

“All the necessary, my sweet girl.” Ronal stated to her daughter.

“If not for that small lie they would not be sneaking around horribly and procreating like they are.” Neytiri points out.

“They’re sneaking around in public and doing that?” Taireya’s eyes widen In shock and Lo’ak laughs.

“Of course they are. Just the other day, Ao’nung said he couldn’t come hunting because he had to pick some tulip thorns from the tree’s for her. They grow in the ground.”

Ronal laughs at this too and shakes her head.

“Maybe she will become pregnant soon like us.” Kiri happily continues creating medicine or saves from the peels of the fruit.

“Human male and Hybrid Na’vi can procreate. Lets see if Na’vi nale and hybrid Na’vi can do the same.” Ronal smiles.

“I believe they can. Our world is changing.” Neytiri comments.

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pandorxxx · 1 year ago

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KINKTOBER:Day 9 Accidental Stimulation W/ Lo’ak

Warnings: Lo’ak being an asshole in the beginning, cursing, p in v, creampie.

Synopsis: Everyone around the clan stayed away from you in fear of getting hurt. You were clumsy, everything you touched was destroyed. So when you ask Neteyam for help with your iknimaya, the conversation doesn’t go as planned when lo’ak steps in.

Mdni🔞

You were what was known as “instant karma.” Everything you touched, you destroyed. You were just…really clumsy. So much so that everyone in the clan avoided you at ALL costs. It really started to hurt your feelings, not having any friends, or anyone to talk to. You really tried to be less clumsy, but nothing worked. And it made sense as to why you hadn’t completed your iknimaya, as much as you tried. It was hard for you. Especially since the last time when Jake had to catch you before plummeting to your death.

As hard as this task was, you weren’t one to give up, or quit. You were determined to pass this. And who better to help you than the future olo’eyktan? So when you saw him, his younger brother and his other friends conversing, you thought it would be the perfect opportunity to talk to him. Walking up to them, you could already sense a shift in their demeanors. All looking more frightened at your presence. But you were determined to walk out of this conversation without any casualties.

“Hey boys.” You spoke. Your voice sweet like honey and smooth like molasses. You were hot, no doubt about that. You had full hips, nice sized breasts, a small waist, and beauty to die for. However, you were just….so fucking dangerous, LITERALLY. They collectively took a step back from you before sighing a weak “hey” in response. You took a moment to smile before turning your attention to Neteyam.

“Teyam, can I talk to you for a moment?” You asked, fiddling with your fingers. His eyes widened, giving you a shady smile. “Uhh.” He started before grabbing lo’ak, placing his younger brother infront of him to act as a Shield. “Sure. Go ahead!” He spoke with alittle more enthusiasm this time. All of his friends began to chuckle amongst eachother, but lo’ak wasn’t having it.

“Bro, no way! I’m not getting kicked in the nuts again.” Lo’ak protested, shifting to neteyam’s side. A fair trade, If anything happened, they’d BOTH get it. You rolled your eyes, before shifting your body weight to one side. “I apologized for that already.” You pointed at lo’ak, hissing at him. “Yeah? It’s happened 7 times, clumsy bitch.” He rebuttaled, hissing back at you. His friends laughing in the background. Neteyam was guilty too, a small smirk appearing on his lips that he tried to wipe away.

You were usually one to stand up for yourself, everyone knew that. So it took lo’ak by surprise when your bottom lip started to quiver and tears began to well in your eyes. Your ears were flat to your skull, and your tail was now at a standstill. Your soul had been crushed. Not because he called you a bitch, but just EVERYTHING all at once. It hurt your feelings to know that everyone was against you.

Lo’aks demeanor softened greatly, watching a single tear trickle down your cheek. Maybe he took it too far this time. But before he could fix his mouth to apologize, you were turning away to walk off. “Oh, y/n! come on, he didn’t mean it! He’s a fucking idiot, you know that!” Neteyam shouted at your disappearing frame. “Y/n, im sorry! Come back, please!” Lo’ak shouted, watching you walk away. Both brothers sighed. “Go fucking apologize!” Neteyam muttered through gritted teeth as he slapped his brother on the back of the head. “Ouch! Fuck you! You laughed!” Lo’ak clapped back, pushing Neteyam in the chest.

“I did NOT dumbass! Go make sure she’s ok!” Neteyam hissed, pushing lo’ak in your direction. He stumbled a bit before gaining his composer. A loud groan rumbled in his chest as he began to follow behind you. You finally made it to your hut, a good cry on the way there. Boys were so stupid. And MEAN! but you wouldn’t let what lo’ak said ruin your entire day. After all, you weren’t done with your daily chores. You still had to take mo’at the paint that you made for your friends “rite of passage” ceremony. You were so happy for your friends, yet you still felt left out.

You grabbed the bowl full of paint, and began walking towards the exit of your hut. Unfortunately, lo’ak was walking in as you were walking out, and well….you know the rest.

His stomach, loincloth, and legs were PAINTED with the thick mixture. Lo’ak wasn’t a patient man, but it seemed as if he was trying his best to hold it together. His jaw was clenched, eyes shut, and deep heavy breaths escaped his flared nostrils. “I-I am so sorry lo’ak! I didn’t see you!” You rambled, shaky hand covering your agaped mouth.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Just— do you have a towel I can borrow, y/n?” He spoke, in a surprisingly calm tone. You nodded frantically, running to get him a towel. When you were running back to him, you slipped on the paint, colliding with him. You both fell hard, a loud thud shaking the entire hut. Lo’ak let out a loud grunt at the impact, you falling directly ontop of him, nearly knocking the wind out of his lungs.

“Lo’ak I-“ you began, before he cut you off. “Bro, j-just get off of me!” He commanded, shuffling to get you off of him. “I-Im sorry, J-Just give me a- ugh!- give me a second!” You struggled, trying to sit up on him. You both were struggling, the paint making everything slippery and sticky. It was a mess, and it was all your fault.

You were finally able to use his chest to sit up on him, both of your sticky thighs caging his hips in. You were trying to lift off of him completely, but he just wouldn’t stop moving under you. Trying so desperately to thrust you off of him.

“Can you s-stop? I’m getting up!” You whined, trying to use his chest to stand up again, but it was no use. Your hands were sticking to his skin, and the ground below was too slippery to stand properly with his stupid tantrum underneath you. “Get up NOW.” He growled, thrusting up one good time. So hard that you could feel his bulge rub against your clothed cunt. You didn’t mean to, but a broken whimper escaped your lips at the sensation. His ears flicked at the sweet sound, his tail tapping the ground beneath him. He haulted his movements, studying your flushed face for a moment.

“I-Im sorry if I hurt you.” He stuttered, a soft expression painting his face. His strong hands found your waist, trying to lift you off of him gently. But you weren’t having it, gracefully slamming your hips back down on him. “Shittt.” Lo’ak grunted, watching you intently. “Grab my hips. Please.” You spoke breathily, expertly untying your top. He obliged quickly, grabbing your hips as he watched you throw your top to the side. Your plump breasts bounced with every subtle move, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of them.

You began to grind on him, nice and slowly. Rocking your hips back and forth to feel that addictive friction again. Your sweet mewls began to arouse lo’ak even more than he already was. Using this as an opportunity to rock you all by himself, speeding up the pace.“Ohhh My God.” You whined, arousal escaping your loincloth. You threw your head back, following his rhythm.

“Imagine how good I’d feel inside. Just say the word.” He spoke, his melodic tone finding its way to your core, a gush of slick squirting out at his words. You nodded lazily, giving him the “ok” to continue further. Your fingers found your loincloth, playing with the strings until it was loose. You pulled it from under you lazily, throwing it to the side. Lo’ak doing the same. His cock slapped his stomach, a thick line of precum oozing out of the tip.

The paint on your bodies and the floor was drying quickly, which made it easy for you to shift to your feet, squatting over his erect penis. He grabbed the base, while you began to slide down on him. Both of you moaning simultaneously as he bottomed out with a firm thrust upwards. You began to fuck him, hard. Like it was your damn job. His hands found the plush of your ass, smacking it a few times before thrusting up into you rhythmically.

“That feels so good, y/n. Ride this dick.” He groaned, biting his bottom lip as he watched your dripping cunt meet his pelvis with every thrust. The squelching sounds, skin clapping, and broking whimpers only stimulating him further. “Lo’aaak!” You cried, voice rippling from the forceful thrusts. Your head went limp, as your moans became louder. Your hands planted on his chest for stability.

“I know, baby. I know. Fucking this pretty pussy just right, hmm?” He asked in between heavy breaths, watching your face twist and turn in pleasure. “M-Mhmm!” You nodded, bouncing on him hard enough for your ass to ripple at the impact.

“F-Fuuuck. I’m sorry for- uhh a-ahh!- for calling you a bitch. I’m sooo sorry.” He moaned, throwing his head back against the ground, still bouncing you on his cock. You squealed, nodding as a way of saying I forgive you. “It’s ok! I-It’s ok! I-I’m sorry for hurting you all the time, lo’ak!” You whimpered, shifting to your knees, using the new position to work his cock in the best ways possible.

“Ohhh Yes. Yess baby, just like that. You’re making up for it right now.” He moaned, smacking your ass, gripping it tightly. “I-Im gonna cum, gonna cum lo’ak!” You whined, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your body began to shake, squirts of your slick presenting itself with every earth shattering stroke.

“Ohhh God, yes. C-Cum on this dick, y/n. Please, baby. Please give it to me.” He whimpered, feeling your walls vibrate around his shaft. He watched your pussy squirt, quickly rubbing circles Into your clit to stimulate your trembling body further. You screamed his name, before collapsing into him. Your sweaty, trembling body snuggling into his warm chest.

“Mhm, I’m almost done, baby. Fuuuuuck.” He groaned, both of his hands shifting to your ass once again, gripping the plush skin to bounce you on his sensitive cock.

“I’m gonna cum, y/n. I-I know I don’t deserve this pussy. Not the way I’ve been treating you. B-But I need it, please.” He confessed in your ear before pecking it teasingly.

“Y-you can have whatever you want from me.” You hiccuped, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pounded into you. He let out a loud moan at your words, eyes crossing in pleasure as his mouth fell agape. And before he knew it, small squirts of cum turned into ropes and ropes of it filling your empty womb.

“Yeahhh, juuuust like that. Thank you, baby. Thank you s-sooo much.” He moaned, snapping his hips up into you periodically to empty himself inside of you. “Mhm.” You hummed, fluttering in and out of consciousness on his chest. “Finally, you made me feel GOOD.” He joked, rubbing your back lovingly as you cooed in his embrace.

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fkarelyxoxo · 10 months ago

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Reyas jus happy to be next to her bf meanwhile lo’ak jus plotted an intervention w ao&Teyam

#myart #aonunete #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #aonung #neteyam x aonung #loak #tsireya #loreya #loak x tsireya #my art #atwow

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annestie · 2 months ago

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Lo'ak: How did your sister get all the good looks? Ao'nung: The same way your brother did

#incorrect quotes #avatar the way of water #atwow #avatar way of water #aonunete #neteyam x aonung #loreya #loak x tsireya

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theflowerofpandora · 2 years ago

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Golden Girl

Neteyam X F!Metkayina Reader

Word Count: 14.2K

Summary: You and Neteyam hate each other... Or so you both think. There is a fine line between love and hate. (based on this concept)

Warnings: (Neteyam, Reader, Rotxo and Ao’nung are aged up to 21) Swearing, Angst, Slut Shaming!!, Enemies to Lovers, Reader is a spoiled brat, Possessive and Mean Neteyam, Brief mentions of violence and death, ft some Rotxo x Reader (purely for the plot lol), SMUT (please do not interact if you are a minor)!!, Degradation, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Hair/Tail Pulling, Praise Kink, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Manhandling, Rough Neteyam but also Soft Neteyam lol

Author’s Note: ITS HERE!!!!! Enjoy besties!! I had a lot of fun writing this instead of doing my uni assignments heheh, please lmk your thoughts - comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

Neteyam’s patience was wearing thin.

Who the fuck did you think you were?

Like seriously.

Just because you were supposed to be the Metkayina clan’s Golden Girl did not mean you had to act like an entitled, bossy, spoiled brat.

Just because you were the eldest daughter of Olo’eyktan Tonowari and Tsahík Ronal. The twin sister of their eldest child and future clan leader, Ao’nung. A strong swimmer and healer with a temper like your Mother. A smart, skilled hunter like your Father. And the one who taught your younger sister, Tsireya, the softness and kindness of the world…

Just because you could be many great things, the clan’s Golden Girl, did not mean you should be allowed to prance around with a sway in your hips, batting your long thick eyelashes and puckering your lips with the flirtiest of smiles at any Na’Vi who so much as even glanced your way.

Neteyam couldn’t stand the way you smiled and the way it reached your eyes, making them shine with what seemed like fake innocence. It was far too enticing to the point that it made him nauseous whenever he was in your presence.

He couldn’t stand being next to you in the breeze when he could smell your natural aroma wafting over his senses, only for it to be overcome with another’s as their scent was still lingering on your skin from the night before.

He couldn’t stand the way your silky hair bounced in loose curls with every step you took or the way you flipped it over your shoulders whenever you laughed at something a potential mate said.

He couldn’t stand the sight of you coming out of the ocean; the sight of the saltwater droplets that were cascading down your smooth turquoise body and over the most beautiful stripes on skin that he’s ever seen.

He couldn’t stand the way that the tattoos on your torso, chest and legs emphasised your voluptuous breasts and hips. The detailed inking on your body signified that you had passed your Iknimaya and had earned them over the past few years since then.

He also couldn’t stand you and your tiny little loincloth and ever tinier chest covering. The shells and woven fabric of your top was barely even that, a covering. Why did you always have to wear such smaller clothing than the rest of your clan?

Neteyam laughed when you told him that it was because it allowed you to move more freely and was less restricting in the water.

Obviously, the mighty warrior didn’t believe you - which deeply angered you after you had all just had a pleasant afternoon.

You and your siblings had just finished going over breathing techniques with the Sully’s which is why you were currently face to face with the eldest Sully sibling.

Much to everyone’s amusement, Lo’ak struggled the most and everyone erupted into knowing chuckles when Tsireya commented on how his heart was beating too fast. It was clearer than the waters how infatuated he was with her.

The ocean seemed like a second nature to Kiri, which honestly impressed you a lot. She rarely struggled with grasping this new way of life and with the way she spoke about the Great Mother, you could sense a deeper connection and reasoning to why she found herself at ease in Eywa’s waters of Pandora.

Little Tuktirey was even doing well with the encouragement of you and her obnoxious eldest brother.

Neteyam seemed to struggle a bit which you never truly helped, neither did Rotxo and Ao’nung when they were consistently teasing him about his skinny and seemingly weak forest features.

You’ll admit, you knew your twin’s harsh mocking with the Sully boys was too much. But you didn’t do much to stop it as you found yourself laughing along sometimes because in all honesty, although the forest people seemed weak - they were far from it. You had seen how much strength they possessed and found the mockery rather ironic, so you snorted along with it.

“Why are you even staring at my clothes anyway, forest boy?”

“You don’t dress like the other’s in the clan,” he observed, expression filled with something you couldn’t decipher.

“Well, it’s just less restricting and I find it more comfortable flowing through the water with less getting in the way and getting caught on the coral.” You gave him a nod, firm and certain of your answer.

But then, he laughed - his chest puffing out as a deep chuckled boomed through it. As if what you were saying was ridiculous.

“What?” A scoff left your lips as you looked up at Toruk Makto’s firstborn who was grinning at you in disbelief. “You think it’s because I’m shamelessly trying to whore myself out or something?”

A smug look crossed his features as his larger, muscular dark blue frame stood over you on the beach. He crossed his arms, tauntingly leaning his head down to reach your height so he could stare into your fiery eyes. “I think it is exactly that, yawntutsyìp (darling).”

“You skxawng (idiot)!” With a hiss, your body felt hot with rage and you roughly kicked the sand underneath your feet towards Neteyam, suddenly spraying him with the sun-hot grains which caused him to choke and splutter in shock as the sand entered his airway instead of the salty sea air.

A satisfied grin graced you face whilst the forest boy continued gasping for air through groans of annoyance. He was hunched over, resting his hands on his knees with flat ears – trying to catch his breath whilst his tail moved agitatedly.

“No wonder why you can’t hold your breath underwater, you can’t even breathe on land!” You quipped, pivoting on your heels and rushing towards the calm waters of the shore with your thick tail swishing side to side behind you.

Scowling, he watched you walk away with his eyes focused on your long legs as he muttered to himself about how childish he thought you were.

Of course, your sharp ears instantly heard and they twitched in discomfort which only angered you more. “Oh, do be careful next time you’re swimming baby,” you cooed sarcastically before continuing, “there might just be an Akula waiting to bite you in half!”

“You’re just like your brother!” He snarled, referring to the time where Ao’nung stupidly left Lo’ak alone by himself outside of the reef.

You liked Lo’ak and your baby sister had a crush on him. You remember how scared she was when she found out Ao’nung and his friends had ditched the Omatikaya boy by Three Brother’s Rocks. You had an argument with your twin that day, outraged by his behaviour to have put someone in such a dangerous position - the someone who was growing feelings for your baby sister and vice versa.

But Neteyam didn’t know that. He didn’t know you had fought your brother over it because you were ashamed and disappointed by his actions to put another in danger. You were the one who got Ao’nung to tell Neteyam, who took your brother to his parents to explain what happened to Lo’ak, and begin a search party for the missing Sully member.

Sighing, your legs carried you further along the sand and into the shore with light splashes, you dove into the waiting calm ocean.

You couldn’t stand Neteyam. He was so rude, coming into your village and saying such mean things to you. You were beginning to wish that your father had never granted the Sully family uturu (scantuary) in Awa’atlu.

But then again - you had no direct issue with the family, just the eldest son.

It was infuriating how often he implied that you were a slut or a demanding and unhelpful brat…

But to be honest, how could you really blame him for thinking that?

You knew most of your friends were all interested in being more than friendly with you. And you’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t entertained it to an extent. You liked the attention and compliments and physical affection. And the funny thing is, you had only started craving it more often than usual since Neteyam arrived on the reef with his family.

Before the Sully’s arrival, you had maybe flirted and gotten psychical with a handful of clan members over the past few years whereas now you were needing attention from someone new every week. Deep down you knew it was purely out of replacement for something you couldn’t truly have…

You also knew that your attitude towards him wasn’t helping his poor thoughts towards you either. However, the more he made these comments, the more it lit a flame within you and you couldn’t help but continue behaving the way you were which only fuelled more comments from him until it had ended up becoming a vicious ongoing cycle.

It was all a game at this point, to see who could annoy or anger the other more. And it was a game which your competitive self, wanted to win.

Later that evening, after eclipse the whole clan was gathered for dinner. The hunting party had retrieved a great catch of fish today. The largest of the season, in fact, which was reason for a celebration to be held. There was music, dancing, laughter and relaxing as the entire clan feasted. After everyone had finished their meal, many of the people remained on the beach around the blazing firepit to socialise and enjoy the rest of the warm evening.

You began approaching your father and brother, effectively interrupting the conversation he was having with Toruk Makto and his sons. “Daddy?”

Tonowari pulled his attention towards you, gaze moving down to your pouted lips. You were after something. He quickly excused himself, pausing the current conversation. “Yes, ma sum (my shell)?”

“Yua has a new pearl necklace up for sale. It’s so pretty and would match perfectly with my new pearl embroidered top. I’d like it please.”

Yua was the clan’s jeweller, but it was a rarity that she crafted anything so beautiful. As soon as she showed you the delicate and intricate design you wanted it. You simply had to have it. Beautiful things made you feel beautiful, after all and once you had your sights on something you always got it.

Neteyam refrained from rolling his eyes. Were you seriously interrupting this conversation because you wanted new jewellery? You were so needy and materialistic. A spoiled brat. He hated it.

Tonowari’s expression remained firm on you despite his softening eyes. You often wanted new things to wear and it was something that he struggled to say no to after seeing how happy it made you. He was not one to deprive his eldest daughter of happiness, knowing that you would go after it yourself. The word NO was not a word that you heard frequently.

“Of course, what is she looking for in return?” Your father breathed out.

“Yua want’s a bigger mauri pod for her workshop.”

All of Sully boy’s eyes widened as they tried to remain reactionless to the excessive demand. A whole new pod in return for a necklace you wanted? They had never heard of such a thing happening within the forest. Lo’ak’s jaw was practically gaping open and he was wondering how you and Tsireya could end up so differently, especially when he knew you two were both so close and she looked up to you a lot, much like him with his own brother although he would never admit it out loud.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, ma sum (my shell).”

“Please Daddy,” you whined before turning to Ao’nung with glossy eyes. It was a look that you knew your brother wouldn’t refuse. He would do anything for his younger twin to see her happy, much like you would do for him too.

Neteyam coughed lightly in attempt to conceal the groan from leaving his throat. Of course, you were not just a spoiled brat but also a Daddy’s girl.

The Golden Girl of the clan was a Daddy’s Girl. It all made sense now and Neteyam couldn’t help but wonder if your father and brother knew how often you were being a handsy little flirt. He was certain that you wouldn’t be seen as the Metkayina Golden Girl if they found out.

“I’ll help organise the move for Yua, Father.” Your brother spoke up with a chuckle, resting a hand on your shoulder to reassure you that he’d help you get what you wanted and you instantly bounced on your feet with joy.

Neteyam was gobsmacked at how easily you swayed the men in your family. Had Kiri asked for such a thing, their parents would have instantly declined. In fact, she would have never made such a demand in the first place.

“Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, big bro!” You cheered before kissing their cheeks, catching Neteyam’s green orbs with your bright blue ones right when you began sauntering off again.

Now that you had Neteyam’s eyes on you watching your every move, you thought you would have a bit of fun with it. If he thought that you were whoring yourself out maybe, you would show him just that. Maybe then, he would finally shut up about it.

Although, it wasn’t like he hadn’t caught you before…

A couple nights ago Neteyam had caught you straddling one of your brother’s friends on one of the docks between the marui pod’s, wrapped up in a heated make out session with wandering hands.

He couldn’t deny that it had ignited something within him. He realised that hated seeing another Na’Vi’s hands on you. Or perhaps it was just that he hated knowing that you were getting some frequently and he wasn’t. At least, that’s what he tried telling himself. Yes, it was just that he hadn’t been touched since he had left the forest and he was beginning to desire the sensual affection which you seemed to receive from other’s so often.

There had been too many nights where he had snuck off into the forests that lined the beaches for some much-needed relief for the large bulge under his loincloth. He was desperate. So desperate that his mind was plagued with thoughts of your soft hands and swollen lips as he imagined how it would feel to shut you up by stuffing his thick cock into your mouth.

He would never admit it out loud, but he wanted you. You were so stunning and he couldn’t understand why you were just giving yourself to anyone who wanted it. Anyone but him, it seemed. But it wasn’t as if he had even tried in the first place.

One thing was for certain though, if he did try, he would make sure he was the last man on Pandora to ever lay his hands on you. He would make sure that you were so desperately gagging for him that his cock would become the only one you wanted.

That night Neteyam caught you, you had made eye contact with the mighty warrior in the near distance as you broke the kiss with your brother’s friend and laughed, pulling the boy into the ocean with you so you could continue your activities more privately without being under the watch of those unforgettable glowing green eyes.

Neteyam’s blood boiled when you took that Na’Vi into the water with you to hide from him. Your actions were making him feel crazy.

Unknowing about the forest boy’s true feelings towards you, now that you had his attention you were keen to give him a sight that he wouldn’t forget and would be too stunned to even mention again.

The mighty warrior’s gaze followed your swaying hips and bouncing hair as you walked across the sand on the beach to the other side of the bonfire where a group of yours and Ao’nung’s friends were hanging out with Tsireya.

“Tsmuke (sister)!” Tsireya called out with a bright smile, gesturing for you to come closer. “Have you seen Lo’ak?”

“I have indeed, tìyawn yayo (love bird).” You teased when you reached her, grinning as you saw her bashful expression at your words. “He’s with our father, brother and his own on the other side of the fire. I was just coming to find Rotxo and then we’re headed in that direction.”

She tilted her head questioningly, “what do you need with Rotxo? I thought you didn’t like him much.”

You shifted on your feet, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Well, people change and he’s not that bad.”

“Oh, tsmuke… you’re not.” Her eyes were wide, realising that he was about to become another one of your late night escapades. “Ao’nung will be so angry if he finds out.”

“Ao’nung won’t find out,” you assured her. “Besides, I am a grown woman and a great huntress and healer within this clan. I am not yet mated and can explore things until then… you know it’s harmless, Reya.”

“I guess you’re right.” Tsireya hummed, “but just because you don’t go all the way with these people does not mean that it’s not harmless.”

She was right. Despite you being a virgin and never having done more than stuff involving your hands and kissing with others, it didn’t make it harmless because of the people you were doing these things with. Most of them being friends of your twin. But it made sense as you were all within your early twenties and many of you were still unmated.

“Relax hì’i tsmuke (little sister), I’ve got everything under control.” You assured her with a smile before your gaze floated over towards Neteyam who was still watching you, seemingly unphased that you had just caught him looking at you again.

“Oh.” Tsireya began as if the answer to your actions these past few weeks had been right there all along. “You’re trying to make Neteyam jealous.”

You scoffed loudly, snorting out a nervous laugh. “You’ve been hanging out with Lo’ak too much. Look at you suddenly making jokes left, right and centre.”

She rolled her eyes at your deflection and opened her mouth to speak again until she was quickly interrupted by you shouting out.

“Rotxo!” The name rolled off your tongue with a smirk on your lips. “Come, I want to show you something.”

The young man’s eyes snapped up and he nodded eagerly, bidding everyone else goodbye before taking the hand that you were offering into his own large one.

“I’ll see you later, Reya.” You blew your sister a kiss, ignoring her tutting before walking away with Rotxo in tow.

“You look good tonight.” His eyes scanned over your features and nearly bare chest that only had two small shells covering your nipples.

“I could say the same for you,” you winked whilst pulling him back across to the other side the firepit and past the group of men you had just walked away from.

Neteyam’s thin tail flickered at the sight of you being hand-in-hand with Rotxo. Were you seriously going to be giving yourself to that skxawng? He was fuming at the thought, his stomach churning anxiously as you briefly made eye contact with him before continuing to tug Rotxo along into the beach’s forest past the treeline.

His father carried on speaking to Tonowari but he found himself being lost in the conversation beside his brother. He was only thinking about you and how his body was burning and screaming at him to follow you and stop Rotxo from touching you.

“You good, bro?” Lo’ak nudged his brother’s side with his elbow upon seeing his sudden discomfort.

“Actually, I’m feeling unwell.” Neteyam lied before excusing himself from the group and stating that he was going for a walk to try and walk it off. Another clear lie. He was going to follow you.

His feet carried him across the sand, away from the celebrations around the large bonfire on the beach. His head was spinning as he continued into the direction you and Rotxo had vanished in.

Your back was currently against a large tree trunk, hands resting on Rotxo’s chest as he feverishly pressed his lips to yours. His hands were moving along from your hips up to your tits, grazing the shells that were covering your hard buds.

“Fuck,” Rotxo mumbled between kissing sloppily along from your lips to your jaw and neck. “You’re so hot.”

You moaned in response, titling your head back to encourage his kisses to move along to that sweet spot on the crook of your neck.

Neteyam’s ears twitched at the sounds and stepped closer into the direction it was coming from. And then he saw it. He saw you and Rotxo. He saw you whimper under Rotxo, who’s hand was now cupping your pussy over your loincloth.

He wondered how many times you had let people touch you there. Probably more than he could count… and he quickly found himself wanting to cut Rotxo’s hands off to prevent him from doing it again.

Before Neteyam could even think about what he was doing, he cleared his throat loudly – effectively breaking you and Rotxo away from each other.

Rotxo pulled away from you in shock, looking seephish like a deer caught in headlights whilst you stood nonchalantly. You had been expecting him to show up, you just didn’t expect him to break the show apart.

Your breathing hitched at the sight of Neteyam. His tail was whipping around and his ears flicked up angrily. His body was tense, tightening the definition of his muscles as he clenched his fists and gritted out one word with a clenched jaw. “Hum (Leave).”

“Come on cuz, we’re just having a bit of fun.” Rotxo exhaled with a nervous chuckle, putting his hands up to feign innocence.

Neteyam’s eyes flittered from the boy to you. Panting loudly, your body stilled with your back remaining against the tree wondering what was going to happen next.

“I don’t think Ao’nung would see it that way.” Neteyam challenged before facing the Metkayina boy and continuing, “leave before I tell him how his best friend is fondling with his twin sister.”

Grunting, Rotxo glared at Neteyam before turning to you. “I’ll see you around, sevin (pretty).” He then begrudgingly walked off, bumping his shoulder into Neteyam’s as he did – earning a growl in response.

As soon as Rotxo had disappeared through the trees and was out of earshot, you stepped towards the infuriated forest boy with your arms crossed over your chest. “What the fuck was that, Neteyam?”

He unclenched his defined jaw, staring down at you but you were met with silence from him and the humming of the fauna which inhabited the beach’s small forest. Uncrossing your arms, you moved your hands up to his chest pushing your fingertips against his warm skin. “Speak.”

His large hands unexpectedly clasped around your small wrists, grabbing them and pulling you into him. With your body was flush against his, you could feel the heat of his breath on your face as you stared up at him wide-eyed. You heart was pounding against your ribcage, and he could feel it on his abdomen.

Inhaling deeply, his gaze moved down your body. “I can smell you,” he rasped. Your scent was intoxicating to him; your face felt hot at his comment. The wetness between your thighs was only growing more as he spoke to you. “Such a filthly little slut. Did Rotxo do that to you? Did he make you feel like that?”

“N-no.” You gasped out, trying to wriggle out of his firm grip. And it was true. Despite Rotxo’s touches, you hadn’t begun to feel aroused until Neteyam was there.

He snarled, sniffing in your scent more. “Liar.”

“What? N-Netyam no I was-”

One of his hands quickly released your wrist, cutting you off and he crouched down to lift the small drape of your loincloth to reveal the growing wet patch on the fabric covering your now sopping cunt.

“Then what’s this, hm? You let every Na’Vi who touches you, make you feel like this?” His breath was tickling your thighs now and you subconsciously clenched them together. You were embarrassed because nobody had ever made you feel this wet before. Neteyam was barely touching you and yet your body was fully prepared to submit to him.

You weren’t sure what to tell him. You wanted to say that it was all him but were fearful of the rejection you might face. Rejection was a concept you were not familiar with.

“Tell me, yawntutsyìp (darling).” He gazed up at you with a smirk on his face. The bioluminescent markings on his skin were glowing, emphasising his handsome features. It made it difficult for you to look away from him.

Inhaling sharply at the name, you struggled to find your voice – lips parting with no words able to come out.

“Oh, is the dirty little slut unable to speak now?” He grinned menacingly, dropping the drape of your loincloth and wrapping a hand around your thigh. You shivered under his touch, never having felt this way before about anyone touching you.

His kneeling position in front of you was only turning you on more and filling you with the desire to push his head into your cunt. The tips of his fingers lightly brushed against the back of your inner thigh and you could feel your knees grow weak.

“N-Neteyam… It’s not everyone who t-touches me…”

His forehead creased and a primal growl sounded past his throat. “Stop lying to me.” His grip around your wrist and thigh tightened.

“I’m not lying, you skxawng.” You hissed out, trying to wriggle out of his grip again but it only tightened more.

“Fine.” He looked at you with disbelief evident in his orbs as he stood up, towering over you again and finally releasing his grip on you. “Is it just Rotxo then?”

“No,” you huffed out, surprisingly missing his grip on you. “Rotxo didn’t make me feel like this.”

“What about the others?”

“Nobody has ever…” You fumbled with your words, unsure of how to tell him.

“Then why do I keep seeing you with different Na’Vi?” His fingers grazed over your stomach and down to the waistband of your loincloth. You wondered if he could feel the butterflies within you. “Let me guess… It’s because you are indeed whoring yourself out.” He gently tugged at your waistband, letting it snap back against your skin making a soft gasp escape your lips. “Which means you can find someone else to deal with that wet mess down there.”

He began to back away from you and in desperation you tried to reach out, wrapping your delicate fingers around his hard bicep. “No, please wait Neteyam! Let me explain!”

He only shook himself out of your grasp and continued walking, calling out in frustration as he made his way past a few trees. “I’m sure Rotxo will finish what he started.”

“It wasn’t Rotxo, it was you Neteyam.” You grumbled, sinking to your knees in frustration. He was too far to hear your words. To hear the truth.

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It had been a week since Neteyam left you high and dry. You did not even have the urge to seek out anyone else for any physical affection because all you could think about was him. Nobody had ever aroused you so much before and it was only adding up to the pent-up frustration you had towards the insufferable forest warrior.

The tension was thick between you both. More snarky remarks were made at each other than how it had previously been. All of your siblings were beginning to catch on to it too.

You and Neteyam had been bickering with each other all day. You were pointing out every time his diving techniques were incorrect and not helping him perfect them which was annoying him to no end.

“No, it’s like this.” Tsireya giggled at Lo’ak’s postion. He looked like he was going to cannonball. “You must place your arms tight on the side of your head before you dive and hold your core strong. You want to go deep; the correct position will help you glide down further into the water.” Tsireya lifted her hands up above her head to demonstrate before leaping off the wooden dock, moving into a pike position and elongating her posture again effectively flowing into the water with minimum ripples and splashes surrounding her.

You grinned at your baby sister, watching her effectively submerge her slim body deep into the ocean. She was perfect at demonstrating and teaching the forest people.

She reached the surface again and Tuk squealed out in excitement. “I wanna try!”

“Of course, you can all try!” Tsireya called out to the group, waving them to join her in the water.

Lo’ak was eager to join and did so, attempting to dive in – only to hit the water in a bellyflop position as he didn’t lean forward enough. The loud smack of his stomach hitting the ocean made you all laugh erupt into a fit of laughter.

“Do better forest boy!” Ao’nung shouted as Lo’ak reached the surface whining in pain and clutching his stomach.

Neteyam glared at Ao’nung and in turn, you glared at Neteyam. He rolled his eyes at the scowl on your face before turning his focus back onto his sisters.

Kiri and Tuk were next to join, with the older sister perfecting the dive with ease. However, Tuk didn’t jump out far enough and was due to come back up right under the dock. She would hit her head if someone didn’t pull her away quick enough and your adrenaline kicked in.

You inhaled and without a second to spare, dove into the clear waters searching for the young dark blue girl. She had dived in pretty deeply and you found her struggling to swim up to the surface. You were by her side in an instant with your tail and arms propelling you into her direction. Wrapping your hand around her small one, you gently tugged her with you to which she smiled gratefully through her air-filled cheeks. You stifled a giggled at her adorable expression.

Once you both broke the surface, a good distance from the edge of the dock, the young girl gasped out for air.

“What did you do to her?!” Neteyam demanded heatedly, wanting to know why it took so long for his baby sister to return to the surface because when she did, she was struggling to catch her breath and letting light gags of seawater out of her mouth.

“It’s okay, Nete! Y/N helped me!” Tuk coughed and tried to tell her brother upon seeing his cross demeanor.

“Mawey (calm), brother.” Kiri rolled her eyes. She saw you help Tuk beneath the surface and turned to nod at you in appreciation, bowing her head. “Irayo (thank you.)”

You smiled at her, “no worries. I didn’t want Tuk to hurt herself.”

“I know, it’s appreciated. Ignore my brother, he has been a bit hot headed since we left the forest.” She attempted to excuse her brother’s behaviour.

A short chuckle left your lips, “don’t worry about it, Kiri.” You knew that Kiri’s words may have held some truth but you knew that her older brother’s attitude towards you was partly your own fault.

“Ungrateful skxawng.” You rolled your eyes at Neteyam before going back under, swimming deep down to the coral reefs and surrounding yourself with the colourful fish that inhabited the area.

Neteyam suddenly felt a sense of guilt wash over him. You were only helping and yet, he assumed the worse. Maybe he thought too badly of you… he was just so confused about his feelings towards you.

“Your turn monkey boy.” Ao’nung nudged him with a smirk.

Neteyam scoffed at the name and moved into a diving position on the wooden ledge. Neteyam was about to leap into the water, but Ao’nung suddenly had another idea. He watched Neteyam jump, only to swing his leg up next to dark blue Na’Vi kicking him off balance.

Neteyam yelped out, air leaving his lungs as Ao’nung knocked him off balance. He knew the action was due to his accusation that you had done something to Tuktirey. He can’t blame your brother… he’s been in multiple situations where he’s protected and defended his younger siblings too. He would have been angry if not for his urgent need to preserve his breath before hitting the water from his deep diving position.

“Ao’nung!” Tsireya scolded as Neteyam hit the water with a splash.

You floated around the seabed, gently stroking the bioluminescent creatures that swam and crawled around you next to the coral. It was something you liked to do to help you unwind and when you needed a moment alone.

Neteyam had been driving you insane. You had so many mixed feelings towards him. Why did someone so attractive have to be such an arrogant asshole?

You clicked your tongue, calling some of the fish over to you and your soft fingers petted their smooth scales until you felt something brush up against your side.

Twirling around, you spotted a thin dark blue striped tail brushing up against your leg. Neteyam. Facing him, your forehead creased expectantly.

‘What do you want?’ You signed to him with your hands.

Over the past few weeks he had adjusted rather quickly to your clan’s sign language, or ‘finger talk’ as the Sully kids had called it.

Neteyam’s expression was focused as he moved his fingers but he looked tired, like the breath had been knocked out of his lungs. It seemed like he was going to need to go back up for air soon.

‘I want to say,’ he paused, ‘I’m sorry. Thank you for helping little sister.’

You smiled. This was the first time he had ever apologised to you for something. ‘It was no trouble. I understand you want to protect your siblings. You know I won’t ever let them be in danger and will help them if I can.’ You signed back before turning to swim away.

Neteyam struggled to swim up to you and his hand latched onto your tail, pulling you back before you could sim further away.

You spun around, eyes squinting at the forest Na’Vi. ‘What are you doing? You need to go back up to breathe soon.’

‘I will be fine.’ He was clearly not going to be if he didn’t go back up now. You were far too deep on the seabed and judging by the purple tones in his face from the sea pressure he was clearly running out of time and would probably pass out if he didn’t get air soon. You did not want to be the reason his skxawng ass could possibly die.

‘What else then?’ You rushed your hand’s movements.

‘I’m also sorry for thinking so badly of you.’

Head tilting, your eyes widened in surprise at his signed words. His eyes were soft as he looked at you. He was being sincere.

“And I’m sorry for my bad behaviour towards you.” He tried to sign but his movements were becoming slower. This was not a good sign and you needed to act fast before he lost consciousness, so you did the only thing you could think of.

You did not want to be the reason his skxawng ass could join the ancestors with Ewya today.

Your hands quickly found their way to the sides of face, cupping his jaw and pulled him into you. With your eyes closing, your lips parted as you placed them on top of his soft, plump lips and you gently flickered your tongue over his, wanting him to part them.

His eyes were wide as you kissed him and then realised what you were trying to do. He eagerly opened his mouth against yours and you slowly began to blow the air out of your lungs and into his mouth.

As he inhaled, his hands found their way to your waist, gripping on for dear life and in appreciation as you helped him breathe deep down on the ocean’s floor.

For a moment, he was so engrossed in the feeling of your mouth pressed against his that he had forgotten what was happening and that you were both not kissing each other for your own pleasures. That was until you pulled away.

‘Come. You should be feeling good enough to swim back up now.’ You signed after letting go of his face. His grip on your waist disappeared and you began to swim back up to the surface with him hot on your tail.

Feeling good enough was an understatement for Neteyam though. He found himself only wanting to kiss you properly when you both broke the water’s surface, gasping for air.

Your heart was racing whilst your face took in the sky and heat from the sun. Everything around you was blurred and your hearing was muffled as you heard your heart pounding over the distinct laughter of Tsireya with Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk.

“A-are you okay?” You let out a shaky breath, now facing the forest boy you had just kissed minutes ago.

“Yes.” He panted, treading the water.

“Good,” you started, lifting your hand up to his sharp ear and pinching it with a hiss, “don’t dive so deep without enough air in your lungs!”

“Ow!” He groaned, pushing your hand away from his ear. “I would have been fine without whatever that kiss was.”

“I did not kiss you!” You seethed, splashing water to his face in annoyance. “I was saving your life!”

He scoffed before the corners of his mouth curled up into a smirk. “Fine. Thank you. But, you know, if you did want a kiss you could have just asked.”

“I would never.” Your face felt hot but you were uncertain whether it was from the heat of the sun or not.

“Really?” He teased, “it didn’t seem that way last week when-”

“Tsmuke (sister)!” Ao’nung called out from a distance, interrupting Neteyam. He glides by you both on his Tsurak (Skimwing), coming to a slow as he neared you. “Some of us are going hunting outside the reef in a bit, want to join?”

“Yeah sure, I’ll come now.” You replied a little too quickly with a smile, eager to remove yourself from the current conversation with Neteyam and your pounding heartbeat.

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Here you were again. Prancing around in your tiny little loincloth and small covering, embroidered with a range of pastel-coloured pearls, hanging loosely over your breasts. There were peals hanging of your ears and littered throughout your un-braided hair. But what was the most eye catching out of your attire was the large pearl necklace adoring your neck.

You were beaming as you practically skipped through the mauri pods. You were looking as gorgeous as ever and were beyond ecstatic for tonight. The Tulkun had returned after their migration again and the whole clan was already celebrating with festivities and the annual Metkayina rituals.

As you reached the last marui pod at the end of the dock, you excitedly dove in. Your senses were consumed with the coolness of the ocean and the songs of your clan’s spirit brothers and sisters.

You called out for Paysyul (Water Lily).

Paysyul was your spirit sister. A young female Tulkun. You had bonded with her when you were a little babe. She was fearless and graceful, full of strength and intelligence. Nothing in your 21 years of life had ever compared to the bond you shared with her. She was your greatest comfort, reassurance, and source of happiness. She understood you like nobody else did.

Her whaling echoed nearby, and you grinned. It sounded like music to your ears. Swimming in the direction of her song, you began to sing back. The harmonious noise erupting from your mouth along with a few air bubbles.

“Oeyä tsmuke (my sister). How are you? You seem different but as beautiful as ever.” She sang happily, softly nudging one of her large fins into you.

“Life has changed quite a bit since we last met. I have missed you dearly, Paysyul.” You signed, with a sheepish smile plastered on your features. “There are new people in the clan. Na’Vi from the forest. They look very different from us Metkayina.”

“So, that’s what is different with you. You have taken a liking to one of these newcomers, I see.”

Sometimes, Paysyul could see right through you. Even when you presented yourself as closed, you remained and open book to her. She understood your feelings before you even understood them yourself.

Your brows furrowed whilst a small frown appeared on your face. “I am unsure,” you gingerly moved your fingers, looking into her eyes. “He makes me so mad sometimes and I feel like I hate him, yawne tsmuke (beloved sister). But other times… he is all I find myself thinking about. He is the only one I want to become intimate with nowadays. I haven’t explored with another in a couple weeks.”

Over the next few hours, you continued to explain how infuriating Neteyam could be with his assumptions about you, how much you both argued with each other and how confusing his rudeness with you was because you had seen him be so kind, loving, and strong. You saw how smart he was and how skilled he was. You saw how protective he was over his family. And you couldn’t deny your attraction to him.

And you had told Paysyul about many of the scenarios you had been in with the forest boy. That night when he caught you with your brother’s friend, that night in the forest where he told Rotxo to leave and had barely touched you yet made you weak in the knees, the day where he apologised to you and you had to kiss him so he wouldn’t lose consciousness on the ocean floor next to the reef.

The Tulkun beside you, hummed – eyes squeezing shut before slowly opening again. “I sense that is your answer to your confused passion and desires. You do not hate him but feel the opposite.”

“Are you implying that I’m mistaking the passion for romantic feelings as hatred?”

“I am not implying. I am telling you that you are. And if, judging by everything that you’ve told me. He feels the same about you too.”

Your head and heart were swirling with emotion after your time with Paysyul earlier today.

Lanterns were lit everywhere around the beach, marui pods and docks next to the glowing ocean under eclipse. The people of the clan were either swimming with their spirit Tulkun’s or dancing in celebration on the beach but you remained by the docks, lost in deep thought.

Sitting on the wooden ledge, you kicked your legs, feet floating on the surface of the water with your toes dipped in.

“Why aren’t you with your spirit sister?” A deep voice interrupted your train of thought and your body jolted lightly at the sound, ears twitching in acknowledgement. You hadn’t even heard anyone approach and it took you by surprise.

“Why aren’t you joining in on the festivities?” You retorted, turning your head to face the intruder.

Neteyam stepped closer, gesturing to the spot beside you. “Mind if it sit?”

You hummed, sceptically eyeing the dark blue Na’Vi, “go ahead.”

He adjusted his movements, placing himself beside you and his muscular thigh lightly brushed against yours. His skin felt hot on yours and you sucked in a breath whilst his feet dangled lower into the water than yours were.

“I was with my spirit sister all afternoon. She’s playing with the clan’s newborns right now. Many of our people gave birth whilst the Tulkun were gone so she was excited to see them.”

Neteyam nodded in understanding, the bond between the Tulkun and Metkayina was one like family. Stronger than the forest clan’s bond with the Ikran it seemed.

“I was joining the festivities until I realised that I didn’t have this annoying presence disturbing my evening like usual,” he gave you a wink as he smiled at you.

“What a charmer.” You snorted but your insides were tingling. Had he really come to look for you?

“I always am.” He laughed, although it quickly died down and you were both left in a comfortable silence staring at the now dark sky and the twinkling stars which graced it. The air was warm as you both sat beside one another, and your head felt light at the feeling of his skin against yours. “The view of the stars from the reef is much clearer than it is at home.”

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Neteyam’s gaze was on your face, watching your eyes reflect the sparkling stars in wonder. The light from the moons were casting a shadow on your face with your bioluminescent markings glowed under. He couldn’t take his eyes off your breath-taking features.

“It is,” he agreed. “Very beautiful.” His eyes flittered back up to the sky. “When I was younger, my father told me and my siblings that he came from a star. That it’s why he looks slightly different to other Na’vi and that’s why Lo’ak and Kiri have hands like him.”

You smiled as he reminisced on his childhood but you noticed a sad longing hidden under his usual brooding expression. “Do you miss it? Home?”

“Every day.” He sighed. “I had a whole life and future planned for me there. I was training to become the next Omatikaya Olo’eyktan…”

“Of course,” you nodded in understanding. “You’re the eldest son. Did you not find it overwhelming though?”

He turned to you, eyes narrowing in thought.

“S-sorry, I’m not trying to pry,” you began, fearful that you may have angered him. Normally, you would have wanted to get a rise out of him but only under the right circumstances. He was opening up to you about the real him. The Neteyam that wasn’t constantly teasing and mocking and aggravating you.

He let out a light chuckle. “You’re not, I’m just thinking… I guess I did find it overwhelming, exhausting even, but I did not know any different until now. I’m not sure what my purpose is here amongst the Metkayina, yet.”

“I’m sorry,” you deflated upon hearing his uncertainty, gently placing your hand upon his thigh next to yours. “I know your circumstances are difficult.”

“Your father asked me to join the Metkayina warriors after I claim my Skimwing soon.”

“Oh, that’s good!” Your fingertips tapped his thigh excitedly and he grinned with his tail swishing behind him. “That means you’ll officially be one of us.”

Since arriving, as Jake, Neytiri and Neteyam were the adults within the Sully family, they were all slowly going through your clans’ steps of Iknimaya. The last step to officially becoming Metkayina was to claim and tame a Skimwing. One of the fiercest creatures within the Pandora oceans that Na’Vi could bond with.

“I will be… that means you’ll never be able to get rid of me and my skxawng ass.” Laughter left his throat whilst he lightly nudged you with his broad shoulder on the side and your face dropped.

“Oh Eywa,” you muttered, shaking your head in defeat. “You’re really gonna make my life a living hell, huh?”

“Only if you want me to, yawntutsyìp (darling).”

Neteyam was leaning close to your face now. So close that you could feel your breathes mixing. His green orbs drifted down to your lips and you stilled for a second before retracting your hand from his leg until his large hand firmly grasped yours and pulled it back.

With your breathing suddenly hitching, he took the opportunity to pull you closer and place his lips on yours before quickly pulling back.

Your eyes were wide and your heart was soring. He had just gave you a soft, delicate peck on the lips filled with teasing adoration. “Neteya-”

Before you could even finish your words, his eyes drifted shut and his lips were on yours again. Your eyes fluttered closed upon feeling the warmth of his mouth on yours. He tasted sweet, like the fruits on the reef and you leaned in for more.

This kiss wasn’t like the one you had both shared on the seabed and this wasn’t like the soft peck he had given you just seconds ago. This was deep and hungry and filled with desire like he was fulfilling something.

He had been desperate to kiss you again after you saved him on the seabed a couple weeks ago.

His tongue, flicked over you bottom lip and you granted him access, parting your lips and allowing his sharp fangs to graze your bottom lip teasingly, making you moan into the kiss. Your lips were moving in sync, occasionally tasting each other with your tongues whilst his hand guided yours up to his chiselled jaw.

Your hand gratefully pulled him into you as your other hand snaked around the back of his neck, loosely tugging at his braids. His hands then slid across your sides, roughly grabbing your waist and hips as if he was trying to pull you further into him.

“Fuck,” he moaned between the kiss, panting. You let out a small giggle. “You have no idea how gorgeous I think you are, yawntutsyìp.”

“I could say the same for you, forest boy.” You pressed your forehead onto his, the action soft and intimate and he felt his insides burst with excitement. “I want to show you something,” you whispered.

But this time, you wanting to show someone something. Show him something, had meaning. This wasn’t like your usual escapades. And you wanted it to be your last.

“Show me what,” the corners of his lips twitched up and he gave you a look full of inquisitiveness.

“The Cove of the Ancestors.”

“Aren’t Metkayina only allowed there?” He leaned back, eyes confused.

A grin appeared on your face. “You’ll be one of us, soon enough.”

You called out for your Ilu, clicking your tongue. After a few seconds he quickly approached, head sticking out of the surface beside yours and Neteyam’s feet dipping into the ocean. His head rubbed up against your ankles affectionately and you slid off the dock and into the water.

The seawater was warm tonight, reflecting the heat of the earlier daytime. You greeted your Ilu, stroking it’s neck and hastily made tsaheylu. Mounting the creatue, you stuck your hand out towards Neteyam encouraging him to join you.

He hesitated before taking your hand and pushing himself off into the water next to you before holding tightly onto your hand and climbing on behind you. His larger frame consumed your smaller one and you basked in the sensation of your back pressed against his front, your tail wrapping around one of his legs to secure his position.

“Are you scared?” You teased, feeling his increased heartbeat against you.

His hands slid around your waist, gripping it tightly as he leaned down. Lips brushing against your sharp turquoise ear, the heat of his breath making the hairs on your skin rise. “Never,” he whispered.

And without warning you took off, gliding deep into the water. His grip on you tightened and his tail wrapped around your thigh whilst your Ilu propelled off into the direction you had instruction. You both shot past the people of your clan within the water who were singing, dancing and playing with the Tulkuns.

Neteyam’s heart and mind were soaring as he clung onto you. He had been thinking about this day since he had met you. The day where he could fi ally have you all to himself.

Luckily, with majority of your clan occupied with their spirit brothers and sisters, The Cove of Ancestors was void of any other Na’Vi.

The underwater spirit tree was glowing, illuminating the cove in mighty shades of white, pink and purple. The bioluminescence of the area was radiant and your smiled as you instructed your Ilu back up to the surface.

Neteyam gasped for air behind you, eyes wide at his surroundings. “This is amazing.”

“There’s a place we can sit over there,” you nodded towards the half moon crescent shaped rocks which enclosed the cove. You broke tsaheylu with your Ilu and Neteyam dismounted the gentle creature with you, swimming beside you into the direction of the large rocks.

Once you both reached it, you hoisted yourself onto the soft, squishy moss-covered rocks and sat on the edge.

Neteyam stayed in the water, head twirling, taking in the landscape with a wonderous expression before lifting himself up onto the rocks to join you. The water droplets cascading down his abdomen and biceps made you swallow thickly… his effect on you had you in a trance.

“So,” he began, his deep tone mocking, “how many Na’Vi have you brought here?”

“None.”

His eyes were suddenly darker, flashing you with hunger and anger. “Are you lying to me again, yawntutsyìp?”

“I have never lied to you, Neteyam.” The offence was prominent in your voice.

“Why did you bring me here then? Surely you would be in trouble with Tonowari and Ronal if they found out you’d brought me here before I’ve completed my last step to become Metkayina.” His arms outstretched behind him, providing support for him to lean on as his legs dangled off the edge of the rocks and into the water.

“My parents will not know you are here. I had a conversation with Paysyul earlier,” you began, nerves budding within your stomach. “And I wanted to see if something was true or not.”

“See if what is true or not?”

You sat up, lifting your legs over his to straddle his hip- the sudden movement making his lips part in shock. With your hands resting on his broad shoulders, his hands moved to rest on your hips, his fingers softly stroking them and pulling at the waistband of your small loincloth. You inhaled, “let me show you.”

Eyes fluttering shut, you pressed your lips onto his, tasting him again. It felt right. So right and wrong and perfect all at once. He groaned into the kiss, beginning to trail his hands along your silky thighs, making you tingle all over. His hands trailed up your torso as your lips moved together in unison and lightly tugged at the pearls on your top.

“Can I?” He asked, eyes heavy with lust.

“Yes please,” you exhaled, giving him permission to undo the tie of your top which was holding it together over your chest.

“So polite,” he murmured as he peppered wet kisses along your jaw. His hands cupped your bare breasts making you moan at the sudden contact, nipples hardening under his touch. “Tell me how many you have let touch you here.”

“W-what?” your lips parted in a stutter.

His fingers quickly found your hardened buds and pinched them, causing you to gasp out loud. You sounded so pretty to him. “You heard what I said. Tell me, oeyä tìyawn (my love),” he rasped out at the feeling of you squirming on top of his lap. The bulge within his loincloth growing harder by the second.

“F-fourteen.” You whimpered as he pinched your hardened buds again. His words, oeyä tìyawn, ringing out in your head – making your heart thump inside your chest and building a heat between your thighs.

“How about now?” He smirked lazily, beginning to massage your needy tits in his large hands.

“Fifteen.” You moaned into him, pressing your lips to his and pulling him closer to you, trying to create more friction between your legs. You could feel his hard length under you and slowly began to grind your crotch into his.

“Such a desperate little slut, huh?” He hummed, a small growl leaving his throat as he felt your dampened loincloth on his legs. “You’d let anyone touch you, wouldn’t you?”

“N-no, Neteyam.”

His hands moved to your lower back whilst his lips trailed along your neck, sucking lightly on the flesh. A harsh, sudden smack landed on your ass cheek and your back arched into him as you were whimpering.

“Then why do you act like a dirty little whore?” He growled as your grip on his shoulders tightened.

“J-just wanted you to touch me.” Panting out, you finally told him what you had been craving for weeks. “Thought you hated me so I- I went looking elsewhere.”

“Oh, yawntutsyìp (darling).” He sighed, hands suddenly on either side of your neck. He pulled your face into his and slid his tongue into your mouth which you gratefully accepted. The heat of his mouth and the hardness between his legs made your core tighten and you feel your slick seeping through your loincloth.

He broke the kiss, quickly wrapping his arms around you and lifted you off his lap, carefully placing you on your back and settling himself between your quivering legs. His strong arms were now on either side of your head and your small hands grasped onto them.

“Neteyam,” you whined, lifting your hips to try and meet his.

“What is it?” he cooed, “is my little slut desperate for cock?” His hips suddenly snapped into yours, harshly grinding his bulging length into your damp heat causing you to moan at the friction.

“I want to touch you,” a mewl escaped your lips, hands reaching for his loincloth to remove it and he groaned in pleasure, allowing your fingers to undo the knot keeping it strapped around his hips.

His large, thick blue cock sprung out, hitting his stomach and your jaw dropped at the sight. His length was so much bigger than the few dicks you had touched before, and so much prettier too. The thick, mushroom head shaped tip was oozing precum and you reached forwards, gently grasping his long cock in your smooth hands.

Your thumb, slowly ran over the head of his cock, collecting the beads of precum dripping from it and you retracted your hand, placing your thumb in your mouth to taste him. Your tongue whirled around it and he moaned in stratification, “fuck.”

You smirked, hand reaching down to touch him again, only for him to pull back, keeling between your parted legs. “Lift your hips for me, yawntutsyìp.”

Obliging, your hips lifted from the ground, allowing him to pull your loincloth down your legs at an agonisingly slow pace. Your face flushed and as soon as he had removed it past your ankles, you had tried to snap your legs such in embarrassment. You had never had anyone stare at your so forward and directly down there and it made your insides squirm.

“Don’t be shy on me now,” he let out a deep laugh, strong hands resting on your knees and prying your legs open again.

His sheer strength was turning you on to no end and you began to feel the wetness drip down your untouched folds.

“Oh Eywa,” he breathed out, eyelids heavy as he took you in. You were sprawled out beneath him, tits plump and pussy glistening from slick. “You’re so pretty for me.”

“Now tell me,” he purred, hand grazing along your withering inner thighs until his fingers reached your slick covered, throbbing folds. You let out a high pitched gasp at the contact, legs parting wider in full submission to the dark blue Na’Vi above you. He stroked a finger between your lower lips and you whined, bucking your hips. “How many have touched you here?”

“S-six.” He quickly slid a long digit into your wet heat and you cried out.

“How about now?” He demanded in a low tone, slowly thrusting his finger out and back into you, curling it up into you.

“Se-seven!” You moaned.

His finger continued thrusting into you and your walls squeezed around him. “So fucking tight. Are you sure it’s only Seven?”

“Yes!” You whined, lifting your hips to reach his movements, only for him to add another finger and you gasped out again. Your body was jolting in pleasure. “Y-you feel so good, Neteyam.”

“I know, yawne (love).” He shushed you, leaning over to kiss you and continue moving his fingers inside of you. The squelching of your wetness filled the air and his cock throbbed. You eagerly kissed him back, relishing in the feeling of his fingers curling up into your spongey spot and scissoring you open.

Unexpectedly, he withdrew his fingers and you pouted at the loss of contact making him chuckle. “Lay on your tummy for me, yawntutsyìp.”

Instantly, you flipped over, shifting to your hands and knees and arching your back, lifting your ass into the air to present your ripe, dripping cunt to him. “Such a filthy little thing,” he mused, pressing himself to your back and kissing your shoulders. “So obedient… are you this obedient for the others?”

“No,” you exhaled titling your head back into his touches on your back, “only you, Netyam.”

“Good girl.”

You mewled, arching your back into him, feeling his hard, thick cock slide against your dripping cunt. It was a sensation you hadn’t ever experienced, and you suddenly craved more. You need more. You needed him.

His hand wrapped around the base of his length and guided the tip of his dick along your slick heat. He moaned against your skin, the deep vibrations on your shoulder blades filling you with need and excitement.

“How many?” He asked, fangs grazing your skin and playfully tapping his cockhead on your clit.

You moaned, bucking your hips back into him. “H-how many what?”

He growled, fangs nipping at your shoulder. “How many cock’s have filled you up?”

“None,” you breathed out. You instantly felt him freeze above your body and your heart sunk. He pulled back, leaning away from you, leaving you on all fours and you suddenly wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“Ne-Neteyam?” The crack in your voice sent a pang of pain through his heart, guilt consuming all of his sense.

You were a virgin.

And all this time he assumed that you were being dicked down by a new Na’Vi every week when in actual fact, you had never been dicked down at all. Regret quickly consumed him as all the harsh words and ways that he had treated you rushed through his mind.

You pulled your legs forward, curling yourself up into a ball, covering yourself with your back to him. You felt small and embarrassed and wanted to disappear. Maybe this was a mistake…

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“For what?” Sniffling, tears began to well up in your blue eyes.

His hands softly touched the sides of your arms as he crouched down behind you. “I didn’t know.”

“Of course, you wouldn’t,” a scoff escaped your now dry throat, “you just think I’m the clan’s royal whore. The Olo’eyktan and Tsahík’s eldest daughter who fucks everyone in sight, right?”

He swallowed nervously, sadness blooming within his chest. This was his fault. He had been so horrible to you because of all the assumptions and mocking. His heart was shattering as he realised how unfair he had been and how much it had impacted you as you now sat here with your back to him, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“No, Y/N, that’s not true. It wouldn’t matter to me at all even if it was,” he began, voice desperate as he tried to explain himself – hands comfortingly stroking your arms. He leaned his forehead into the back of your head, the curly strands and pearls in your hair, tickling his face as he pressed a kiss onto you.

“I’ve just hated seeing you with other people and I wasn’t sure why at first but now I know… it’s because oel ngati kameie (I see you) and I want you. And my behaviour towards you has been because I didn’t want to admit that to myself. I didn’t feel worthy enough for you so I started picking fights and being mean to you to try and come up with excuses as to why I didn’t like you. It was purely out of denial.”

“What are you talking about, Neteyam?” Your heart was bursting and pounding in your ears at his words. At his truth.

“I see you, Y/N. I see how strong and skilled you are. I see how you’ll try to protect anyone around you, even if it means you’ll put yourself in danger too. I see how caring you are with those you love and how considerate you can be. I see how you will stop at nothing to get what you want. And I see how truly and utterly beautiful you are from the inside to out. I have fallen for you since I arrived here in Awa’atlu and you are the chief’s eldest daughter. The clan’s Golden Girl. I didn’t feel good enough for you. Seeing you with other people made me think you didn’t want me so I was trying to pretend that I didn’t want you.”

Tears were falling down your face at his confession. Everything his said rang through with sincerity and yearning and your insides swelled in delight and relief. He wanted you as much as you wanted him.

“Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam.” The three words escaped your mouth, barely above a whisper but he heard them. He smiled against your hair, inhaling your sweet aroma and sighed, pulling you closer. “We’ve been complete skxawngs then, haven’t we? Nobody has made me feel the way you do.” You laughed lightly through your tears, leaning back into his embrace.

“We have.” He laughed with you before scooting around to face you, his hands reached your face and he used his thumbs to gently wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “Promise me that you’ll never let another touch you again?”

“I promise. I only want you.” You giggled, leaning in to press your lips to his soft, plump ones but you quickly pulled back with your hand reaching for your large braid hidden between your curly locks. He beamed at your words, eyes widening as you presented him with your queue. “I want to be mated with you, Neteyam. Only you.”

“Are you sure you want this, yawntutsyìp? To be mated for life?” Reaching for his own queue amongst his braids, he was searching for confirmation in your eyes.

You nodded, a small smile gracing your mouth. “I have fallen for you too, Ma Neteyam.”

His lips were on yours in an instant, hungrily chasing your touch as your arms snaked around his neck. With his hands grabbing your thighs, he hoisted you up, pulling you closer to him.

“I want you so badly,” you murmured against his lips, heart full of desire.

Without waiting any longer, he pulled back and lifted his queue up to yours. The tendrils danced and swayed ecstatically, reaching, and desperate to touch each other. You both held the ends of your queue’s closer, the tendrils effectively intertwining causing both of your pupils to dilate whilst you both gasped at the euphoric sensation.

You were breathing, feeling and thinking in sync. You could understand each other’s deepest thoughts and truest emotions. You were now connected and mated for life.

“I need you,” he purred. “Now.” Roughly holding your hips, he pushed you onto your back.

“Oh Great Mother!” You cried as Neteyam pulled your legs apart, lifting your legs over his shoulders. His breath was hot on your inner thighs as he pressed gentle kisses along them, fangs nipping on the flesh until he reached your core.

“Has anyone ever gone down on you before?” He pressed a light kiss on your mound and your shakily exhaled.

“No. I haven’t let them. I was waiting for you, my mate.”

He let out a primal moan, “so good for me.” And dipped his head between your legs, his wet tongue licking up your sweet, slick folds. “You’re delicious.”

Shivering, your hands made their way into his hair, tugging at his braids as he continued to taste your wetness. Letting out a whine, you begged, “I want to touch you, too.”

“Not today, we have the rest of our lives for that so, for now, I only want to feel your sweet pussy around me.” He began to place wet kisses below your belly button, as if he could feel the butterflies swarming within you at his words before continuing, “wanna hear you scream my name when you cum around my cock.”

Small vibrations tingled your skin as he spoke and you could feel yourself loosing all sense of coherent thinking whilst your core began to ache with need. “Neteyam,” you moaned out in desperation.

“You like the sound of that don’t you, yawntutsyìp?” He spoke lowly as he began to rub the pad of his thumb along your warm, wet folds. “So wet and needy… all for me.”

With your arousal dripping as Neteyam slowly slipped a slender finger into your heat making you moan out, you clenched around him and lifted your hips – grinding into him, signalling for more. “Want your cock now, Ma Neteyam.”

He only chuckled, starring up at you with wide, lusty green eyes. “We both know that I won’t fit if I don’t take care of you first, yawntutsyìp.”

“But Nete-”

He suddenly cut you off, pressing his tongue against your heat and licking up your clit making you moan at the heavenly feeling. He then pulled back, sucking wet kisses along your inner thighs whilst he casually slid another finger into your entrance before pushing into you knuckle deep as if he was reaching for beyond your g-spot.

Moaning, your hips lifted to his touch whilst his mouth attached itself to your throbbing clit causing you to gasp out. Moving his fingers, pumping them into you at a steady pace and curling them up into the right spot, you began to arch your back in pleasure, high pitched moans escaping your mouth as his tongue flicked over your sensitive nub.

“F-fuck.”

“Do you feel good, oeyä yawne (my love)?”

Eyes fluttering shut, your fingers laced between the braided locks of his hair, encouraging his movements. “S-so good!”

This made Neteyam’s cock swell with need and he increased the speed he was sucking and lapping at your clit at whilst adding another digit to pump into you. He loved the panting and soft moans which left your perfect lips as your walls tightened around his fingers that were coated in your arousal.

Clenching around his three fingers, he curled them up into you causing you to tug at his hair, tilting your head back in pleasure despite the slight stretch he was giving you as he spread his fingers apart inside of you.

Neteyam let out breathy groans upon the feeling of his hair being pulled at in regards to your pleasure, sending vibrations straight to your clit which his soft lips were wrapped over causing you to cry out. “I- Neteyam, I-.”

He leaned back, allowing your heaving chest to calm down to catch your breath. His eyes were concerned as he gazed up at your fucked out eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel strange.”

Confusion flashed in his orbs before he realised what was happening. He could sense that you were close to your orgasm through tsaheylu and he raised his brows with a smirk before he spoke lowly. “Has nobody made you cum before, pretty girl?”

Your wide eyes said enough. Nobody had ever made you orgasm before. Nobody had pleasured you enough to let you reach that point. Until Neteyam.

“Don’t worry, yawntutsyìp. The first time you cum, will be around my cock. And then when youre ready, I will make you cum in my mouth. Then on my fingers. And then I’ll let you ride my thighs if you’re lucky.”

His deep voice, filled your ears whilst he kissed along your torso up to your chest. Gentely kissing your hardened buds and flicking his tongue over them. Moans escaped your mouth and you felt like a hot, flustered mess.

“I need you, Neteyam.” Sitting up, you bit your lip, using all of your strength to grab Neteyam’s shoulders and push him onto his back. His head hit the mossy rocks beneath you both. You felt desperate and greedy and you wanted him now.

“Oeyä yawne,” you began in a slow, silky tone as you moved above your shocked mate, legs resting on either side of is thick thighs and pussy hovering over of his large, hard cock.

Trailing your fingertips up his thighs, a low groan escaped him as your small hand slowly wrapped around the girthy base of his dick. Veins were running along the base to the mushroom shaped tip of his cock which was throbbing, it’s slit beginning to leaking a bead of precum.

Neteyam’s cock was huge in your hand, you weren’t able to get your index finger and thumb to touch around it. It was mouth-watering, yet, you felt nervous. He was so big.

“Please let me have you,” you purred, placing your other hand on his muscular chest – feeling his fast heartbeat. He swallowed back a moan, moving his hand to wrap tightly around your wrist. Your eyes instantly flickered up to his lusty ones as he halted your movements.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” He began – snaking other his hand onto the curve of your hip, “we can wait.”

You giggled at your mate’s concern. “Please no, I want you so bad.” You lowered yourself until your heat lightly grazed the tip of his thick length. Your slick dripped onto him and he let out an airy breath.

Neteyam wanted nothing more and was absolutely craving to be inside of you and feel you around him. He released your wrist, reaching for the other side of your hip. “I’m all yours, yawntutsyìp.”

And with that, your hand guided the base of his thick, hard dick, lining the bulging tip up against your entrance. Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto his cock by an inch, allowing the head to separate your walls in a dull ache making your hiss at the feeling. However, you knew it would last much longer so you decided to continue sinking even lower onto him until your lit hit his pubic bone and he was buried inside you to the hilt.

Neteyam moaned at the feeling of your convulsing, wet heat around him before his eyes flickered to yours in concern, gently caressing your hips. Your cunt felt so warm, wet and tight around him and all he wanted to do was to flip you over and fuck you into oblivion. But he wanted to prioritise your comfort before anything else.

“Are you okay? You’re doing so well for me, yawne. So perfect.”

With your breath caught in your throat, you carefully exhaled – trying to relish in the pleasurable warmth of feeling every single inch of him so deep inside of you as you adjusted to him stretching you open. You placed your hands on his muscular chest to support yourself whilst you blinked hazily, clenching around him at his praise.

“F-feel so full.”

“Take your time, baby.” He lovingly took one of your hands between his to then place the sweetest kiss on the back of your hand.

“You’re so big, Neteyam.” You whined, fully enjoying the feeling of him filling you up. The pair of you were so comfortable like this, now. Almost satisfying the intimacy you had both needed from each other for so long.

He snickered with a small smirk, “I know.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment but now you felt that you were completely adjusted to his size, you wanted to tease him a little…

Rising your hips up high, his length slid out of you until only the tip of his cock rested between your folds and you quickly sunk back onto him making you both moan at the feeling of him filling you up so fast.

“S-shit.” He stuttered, tightly gripping your hips as he grinded up into you making your walls clench around him. With a small smirk on your lips, you began to repeat your actions – bouncing up and down onto his thick cock and setting a slow and hard pace.

“Such a good girl.” He praised you, eyelids closing as he tilted his head back and large hands grabbed your thighs to help guide you as your rode his length. “K-keep going. Fuck.”

You found yourself becoming desperate for more. Desperate for release. He made you feel so full and you adored the breathy moans and noises he made.

There was nothing better than having the man you used to argue with daily about silly little things, now as your mate underneath you and wanting more.

His hands trailed up your body to your bouncing tits and he gently pinched your sensitive nipples causing soft moans to fill the air until he suddenly grinded up into you, making your walls tighten around him. You cried out as the tip of his cock hit your cervix. He watched in awe when his length continued to slid so deep into you and out again, coating him in your slick whilst your breasts bounced and face contorted in pleasure.

Continuing to meet each other’s thrusts, you felt breathless as his cock continuously kissed the perfect spot inside of you, light cries of pleasure escaping your throat.

“You’re so perfect, Ma Neteyam.” You exhaled, face heating up at how flawless he looked, close to falling apart under you. His abs and arms were flexing, eyes in a love and lust filled haze, lips wet and parted whilst you bounced on his thick length.

He slowed his thrusts whilst you continued to take him. “My pretty girl. Doing so well for me, yawntutsyìp.”

You moaned, speeding up your pace on his length as you clenched around him. Your thighs were beginning to ache from your actions. “Fuck, Nete-”

Before you knew it, he was sitting up still sheathed inside of you and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to halt your movements. With your hands still resting on his toned chest, you breathed out – whines leaving your mouth and confusion crossing your features.

“Get on your knees for me.” He began with a low tone as he panted, “wanna take you from behind.”

Your cunt tightened at his words.

“Yeah, you want me to take you from behind? Your pussy just got so tight around me, dirty girl.”

“Yes,” you mewled, wanting nothing more, “fuck me hard. Give me everything, Neteyam.”

He placed his lips onto yours before pulling out of you and harshly flipping you over making you squeal in surprise. Yours hands gripped the spongey moss underneath you as his large hands gripped your thighs to spread them further apart allowing your arousal to leak out of you.

“Fuck,” your mate cursed under his breath as he dragged a finger along your dripping folds, causing you to push yourself back into his hand in desperation. Retracting his hand, a dark chuckle left his lips, “look at you, baby. So needy for my cock.”

Before you could respond, one of his hands gripped your hip and the other grabbed the base of his veiny cock – guiding it to your slick covered entrance and he easily pushed back into your core. The sensation of him filling you up once again, making you cry out in ecstasy.

Neteyam moaned, watching himself disappear into you before he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Your cunt is so pretty being stretched open by my cock and only my cock,” he growled into your neck, fangs almost piercing your soft skin.

You smiled, biting your lip back. “Bet it would be even prettier stuffed full of your cum.”

“Fuck, that’s it.” Neteyam instantly pulled back before slamming himself back into your heat, your words nearly pushing him over the edge. He continued his actions, repeatedly slamming into you with both hands on your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

Nothing could be heard throughout the cove apart from the sound of the waves crashing against the rock, skin slapping against skin, your fucked-out whines and Neteyam’s airy moans.

The pair of you were completely consumed in feeling each other and making each other feel good. In your lust and love driven hazes, it was like you two were the only people on Pandora.

Neteyam’s balls hit against your clit with every thrust he made, making you arch your back into him. The slightly different angle, allowed his cock to hit deeper within you, brushing against your g-spot causing small cries to leave your throat as you gripped the moss beneath you to steady yourself from his hard thrusts.

“F-faster,” you croaked out between his thrusts – head lolling forwards onto the ground and carrying the only thing you were able to think about: Neteyam.

His hips met your ass one more time before he slowed his pace, a veiny hand grazing along the bare skin of your back making you giggle as his fingertips tickled you. “I said faster, my mate.”

Neteyam laughed lightly, leaning forward, and pressed wet kisses along your shoulders. “Behave or I’ll pull your hair and tail.”

You groaned, pushing your ass back into him, letting his cock brush your cervix. “Please do,” you breathed out.

Once he began to thrust into you again, his hand wrapped around a fist-full of your hair and you moaned as the sensation, your head leaning back as your lips parted. Your walls gripped his cock like a vice and he grunted, using more force to slam his hips into you – a heated feeling of euphoria building up within you.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled between thrusts as your pussy squelched around him, “your cunt is clenching so hard, baby. You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

“Y-yes wanna c-cum s-so bad!”

He smirked, tugging harder on your hair with one hand whilst the other snaked around the base of your tail. You mewled as his fingers began to tighten around your thick tail and the tip of his cock hit your cervix, the pleasure almost becoming overwhelming and you knew you felt that strange sensation again. Neteyam could feel it too.

You could feel everything so intensely; from his cock twitching inside of you as he hit the deepest spot within you to his his hands pulling at your hair and tail. You felt so cared for, so full, so safe and in bliss as your entire body relaxed under his touch and was about to tip over the edge.

“N-Netaym! T-think I’m g-gonna c-cum!”

“I know, yawne, me too.” He panted, groans of pleasure filling the air with your gasps and moans. Speeding up the pace of his hips slamming into you, he began chasing his own high too.

“C-cum in me.”

“Don’t worry, yawntutsyìp. Gonna fill you up so much,” his voice was low and entrancing to your ears. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, cream all over my cock.”

With your cunt clamping down onto his thick cock on last time, you began to see stars as he finally burst with one last thrust, deep into you – thick white ropes of cum shooting out from the tip of his cock and onto your cervix. Your pussy began convulsing around him as your orgasm overtook you.

Loud cries of euphoria left your swollen lips as you came down from your high with shaking legs and Neteyam’s arms wrapped themselves tightly around your waist as he came down from his own orgasm, still buried deep and pumping his seed far into your womb.

“Oh Great Mother,” you breathed out, allowing yourself to collapse onto the softness of the moss-covered rock, letting your mates now softening cock slip out of you. He followed straight after, collapsing beside you, wrapping his hot, sweaty body around yours.

“You were so good for me. Made me feel so good. How are you feeling now?” He puffed out, eyes fluttering closed as he rested his head onto your shoulder after pressing a tender kiss to your soft cheek.

“So good,” you exhaled, chest heaving whist your twisted on your side to take a look at your fucked out mate.

“I’m so happy that you’re mine now,” he dreamily breathed through his nose, hands caressing your sides.

“Does that mean no more bickering?” A giggle left your lips as he pressed a chaste kiss to them.

“I hope not,” he laughed.

And that was it. No more miscommunications. No more hiding feelings. And no more of your exploring with others because Neteyam was the one you had been looking for all along. Of course, you both still bickered over silly little things, but that was what made you fall for each other in the first place.

Neteyam knew his future would be full of spoiling you, and now he wanted to. If excessive demands for new materialistic items would make you happy, then he would do it without hesitation. His mind was already wondering off to how you would show him your thanks for the efforts he would go through to get you whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted it.

It’s funny how how thin the line is between loving someone and hating them.

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mo-2020ao3 · 2 years ago

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AVATAR TWOW THEORY

When Neteyam was dying, his last words were "Dad I-" and most people thought he was going to say "Dad, I love you." But I have a different idea. Neteyam always wanted to be the perfect son and carry on his father's legacy as a brave and mighty warrior. But as he was dying he knew he would never achieve that. So, I believe he was going to say “Dad, I’m sorry,” trying to apologize to Jake because he felt like he let him down and didn’t live up to his expectations.

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neteyamyawne · 3 months ago

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💗 — Threesome

『 Pairing 』 Lo'ak x Fem!Metkayina!Reader x Tsireya.

『 summary 』 Your betrothed pissed you off but your best friend and her boyfriend are more than ready to please you.

『 warning 』 cunnilingus, blowjob, lazy sex, revenge sex? All are aged up, GxBxG, pussy eating, explicit.

『 word count 』 650+ proof read

『 Notes 』 I'M BACK TO WRITING BITCHES!! I'M BACK IN THE GAME!!

『 Glossary 』 syulang - Flower.

◦ Masterlist || M.Masterlist

You knew exactly what you were getting into, your betrothed was an asshole and you wanted to pay him back, of course you did or else you wouldn’t be here right now, not in this state anyways, out of breath and panting, though it was cut short when Lo’ak slid his cock right back in your mouth as you kneeled in front of him, the thick head parting your soft wet lips once again, only for you to moan around his shaft when Tsireya licked a long line up your slit, sucking on that sensitive clit, her head nestled between your thighs as she laid on her back.

“You don’t have to go back, you know? He was an asshole anyways.” Lo’ak croons as he fisted his hand in your hair as he slowly pumps into your mouth, fucking his way down your throat, but you’re too drunk on lust to listen as Tsireya grips the fat of your ass, her chuckle vibrating against your pussy.

Only a grumbled reply was your response, sucking on his cock dutifully to the hilt until he was groaning himself “Look at her, dripping like a fucking stream” Tsireya mumbled over your clit before pulling your thighs down to make you sit down on her face which only startled you more as she pulled on your tail, arousing the tightness.

Lo’ak laughed as he watched your desperate attempts to moan as they were blocked by his dick down your throat, pistoning his hips, riding your mouth as all you could do was hold onto his waist and get lost in the perfect rhythm of lust and oblivion, the tightness in your belly grew, toes curling, back arching, hands clutching for support as you orgasmed for Eywa know how many time all the while Tsireya never stopped licking or swirling her tongue around your clit.

He sped up, gripping your jaw as your body goes slack while she gobbled up your slick as if that was what she lived for, his hand pulling at the strands of your hair when he lets out a guttural moan, spilling his seeds inside your mouth, the slightly salty flavor filling your tastebuds, cock sliding out shining and glistening in cum and your saliva.

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“That's it, babygirl, just like that…” lo’ak whispered, his own head thrown back, eyes closed in physical bliss, his fingers digging their shape into the soft plush of your hips, his cock filling up your hole deliciously, while keeping you bent over Tsireya’s lap, your face buried in her sweet leaking cunt.

“Fuck Reya.” your murmured whispers against her clit where enough to make undone, your eyes flying up see her take the bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes fluttering close, hand tightening in your hair as Lo’ak leaned forward with his chest pressed on your back, pressing his lips on the nape of your neck.

Only moans and heavy breaths filled the lonesome cave, this wasn’t on any of yours to-do list but it was welcome change, one they were too happy to oblige to, his little sweet nothings being whispered in yours, it was all the relief you needed in that moment.

The warm heat of tsireya on your mouth, the wet and slick as your tongue darts out, licking a line up her slit before your moan reverberates in her folds as Lo’ak sunk back in your cunt, reveling in the rhythm of moan filled desires, your eyes fluttering shut.

Your head was yanked back by your hair, beads and shells clinking together with Tsireya’s whiney groans as your mouth was pulled away, eyes rolling back while you held onto her thighs “ohh Eywa…hmm” she groaned before she came with slick dripping down as Lo'ak collapsed right beside you and Reya.

His warm breath hit the back of your head, heavy puffs on your nape while your body recovered from the high of the sex, cuddled together, Lo'ak sneaking his arm around your waist, pulling gently until you hear him yet again.

“One more time, Syulang…”

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httpsjeonglvr · 1 year ago

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Chapter Summary: After weeks of denying it Ao’nung decided to finally confess after the near experience of losing you alongside your older brother.

CW: Nothing but two hopelessly in love Navis’ confessing to each other,kissing,fluff obviously

You fluttered your eyes open and saw the ceiling of your room. You didn't want to get out of bed, but you needed to check on your friends is they were okay. You turned your head to the side when you heard a knock and the door opened, revealing Ao’nung ung. "Hey." He greeted. "Did you sleep well?"

You sat up and sighed. "I guess so." You replied. "I actually woke up earlier, had a bath, and then went back to sleep." You stifled a laugh. "I didn't have a proper sleep in the past few nights and, surprisingly, I didn't have any dreams today."

"Well, that's good... I guess." Ao’nung approached you with a smile as he walked into your room. "How's your head?"

"Good." You raised your hand to pat the back of your head until you winced, prompting Ao’nung to spring forward to check on you. "Ow. Okay, maybe not." You chuckled sheepishly.

"Why would you even pat your head to check your injury?" Ao’nung scolded you a little as he climbed into your bed and examined the back of your head. His concern made you warm up a little. "You had me worried sick last night."

As Ao’nung pulled away and sat in front of you, you stared at him in surprise. "You... you were worried sick about me?"

Ao’nung nodded. "Well, yeah. You were using your strength to stop an evil sky demon. That's dangerous."

You shrugged as you smiled at him. "It's all worth it if it means I get to sacrifice myself to save all of you."

As he touched your hands, Ao’nung shook his head. "No, no, no. I don't want you to sacrifice yourself, okay? I don't want to lose you and I'm not going to lose you."

You stared at Ao’nung in shock as he glanced down, rethinking his life choices all of a sudden. He huffed. "Why am I so talkative?" He grumbled to himself. Ao’nung returned your stare while adjusting his posture. "Remember when I said... about surviving and telling you something?"

You nodded silently and Ao’nung nodded back. "Okay, so, um..." He stammered as he returned his attention to your hands, gently caressing your knuckles "The reason why... I sort of became protective of you and starting hanging out with you more recently is because..." He gulped. "I see you."

Ao’nung's confession rendered you speechless, and you thought you'd stopped breathing. Ao’nung continued with his confession. "And... I think Ive seen you for a while,but... I was in denial. It took me a while to realize it until I started messing with your siblings..."

'No, no. This can't be real.' You thought to yourself in panic. 'Is this real? This is too good to be real. If this is just a dream, just wake me up.'

"And this isn't a dream, in case you're wondering."

'Fuck.'

Ao’nung locked his gaze on you as you sought to digest his confession into your mind. The voice in your head was eerily quieter than usual, which made you feel relieved but also anxious. "(Y/n)?" Ao’nung asked, shaking your hand to bring you back to reality.

"Surely, I must be dreaming, right?" You nervously chuckled as tears welled up in your eyes. "No way can this be real. I've had these kinds of dreams before and I'm not falling for them again."

Ao’nung suddenly felt bad after hearing your words. He couldn't tell you what was going on in your dreams, so he shook his head and stroked your cheeks to reassure you. "No, no. This is real. I promise. I'm sorry if this feels like one of your dreams, I assure you this one isn't."

You took a deep breath and carefully held his hands in yours to check if they were real. In your dreams, every time you tried to clasp his hand, it would slip through your fingers and Ao’nung would vanish right before your eyes. You closed your eyes, sighing in relief as you nodded. "Yeah, I guess this is real..." You stared into his eyes when you opened your eyes. "I almost cried for nothing. Sorry for being dramatic."

You and Ao’nung shared a short laugh as he leaned his forehead against yours. You clutched onto his hands as you sighed. "Ao’nung , I..." You gulped. "I like you too, but..." You admitted.

"Are you not ready yet? Because I can wait as long as it takes—"

"No, I want to... but I got issues and I don't want you getting involved—"

"Then we'll face them together." He interrupted. "I'll face anything as long as I get to be with you."

You broke into a smile. "That's too romantic for a nerd like you, future Olo'eyktan."

Ao’nung shrugged as he smiled back. "You do things to me that I can never even imagine myself doing. And you bringing my romantic side is one of them."

"That's so cheesy." You snickered, causing Ao’nung's smile to grow bigger. "But you love it." Ao’nung teased.

The two of you stared into each other's eyes again as you felt him moving closer. "Can I... kiss you? Again?"

You had a flashback about your first kiss. The kiss that you felt that he did out of pity because you haven't had your first one before. You were terrified he'd do it again, but after hearing his confession and now hearing him plead for permission, you felt butterflies swarming within your stomach. You nodded as you smiled.

As soon as you gave your consent, Ao’nung closed the distance between your lips and his and took a firm grip on the back of your neck, holding you carefully. You kissed him back and felt your hands placing themselves on his chest. As his hand stroked softly on your head to avoid causing you any harm, you felt yourself leaning back on your pillow, not wanting to break the kiss. The two of you broke the kiss for a minute when you realized that Ao’nung was now on top of you. You looked up to him with big doe eyes as you breathed heavily.

Your lips connected with his once more, and you felt his hand move to your neck while yours moved to his hair. You had no idea where this was heading, but it didn't matter to you at the moment. You wanted to cherish this moment in case something unexpected happened after all of this is over. You pulled away causing Ao’nung to widen his eyes in complete concern. "What?" He asked worriedly. "Were we moving too fast? Did I scare you?"

You shook your head. "No, no." You replied. "I-I just wanted to say that this... we can't say this to everyone. At least not yet. After what happened last night, I don't think this is the best time to tell what we have right now."

"What do we have right now?" Ao’nung asked with a playful smirk.

"I don't know, are we together now?" You asked back with a smile.

"Sounds good to me," Ao’nung whispered huskily before planting his lips against yours once more, unable to hide the fact that he couldn't get enough of the sensation. You removed his hair from out its bun running your hands through it as you smiled in the kiss and set your hair-tie on the side if your bed.

Bonus Scene:

“What the hell is going on?!” You and Ao’nung quickly turned around meeting your dads hard stare as he observed the scene and growled glaring holes into Ao’nung’s head.

“Uh hey dad” You slowly slip off your bed and hug his arms looking at him trying to lessen his glare but he held still and walked towards your new mate.

“I want you out right now and properly dressed we have dinner later and I expect the best” He dragged a wincing and wheezing Neteyam out the doorway as he laughed at your embarrassed state while you flipped him off.

“So is the mood gone?” Ao’nung appeared behind you as you turned around and smacked him while pushing him out the door cursing him out in English.

This part sucked but oh well🤷🏾‍♀️

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livelaughlovetojiii · 2 years ago

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“sit.” — ao’nung

ao’nung x fem!reader

warnings : oral (f), p in v, dirty talk, praise, teasing, fluff, daddy kink. i know this is not ao’nung in the picture but i feel like this is what he’d look like as Olo'eyktan. not proof read

today was the day ao’nung is to become Olo'eyktan, you hadn’t seen him all week because he was out doing things to get ready for this day so you were looking forward to finally seeing him during his celebration, you knew him all your life, the chiefs son and you were best friends with his sister tsireya because you were her age. when you were young you would admire him from a far, the way he was so fit but never had abs, the way he was so rude to everyone but you, that way he was good at everything he did. when you turned 13 and ao’nung turned 15 that’s when he started to notice you took a personal interest in him, the way he felt your eyes burning on him whenever he turned the other way, the way you would clench your thighs everytime he would tease you. when you would bite your lip whenever his hand brushed your thigh.

when he turned 16 and you turned 14 everything changed, ao’nung had lost it. he pulled you out of your tent in the middle of the night and just let everything out “i see you.” he whispered hands sliding onto your waist and he kisses your jaw and all the way up to your lips and closes the gap between you two, kissing you hard. he pulls back and looks you in the eyes “ Oel ngati kameie yawne” he says gripping his nails into your hips “Oel ngati kameie” you say out of breath.

by the time you were 16 the two of you were mated and this leads you to were you are now, you’re 18 and ao’nung 20. ao’nung never changed once personality wise but looks wise he was absolutely a different person, his body toned up so much more. the stomach that once had no abs has a 8 pack now.

you and whole clan are at ao’nungs celebration of him becoming the new chief, everyone is sitting quietly waiting for him to come out, you and tsireya and your family are sitting in the front row. that’s when you hear foots steps. then you see him. you take in everything about him, his long legs, his abs, his shoulders and then that’s when you see it. his new tattoo. that went from his shoulder to across his face. you swear you could’ve just came at the sight of him like that, everyone cheering but you drown out the sound just focusing on the way your mate looks.

ao’nung was walking around the whole time just greeting people as their new leader with you by his side until he no one left to greet. you and him were standing before everybody watching them dance and have fun. “you know, i really like it” you say catching his attention “like what?” he laughs, “this” your hand moves between you two and you trace your finger tips along his tattoo your fingertips brush along his nipple by accident making him inhale fast, you laugh at how sensitive they are, your movements fall onto the side of his face that was tattooed you cup his cheek “though i do miss seeing your pretty face without the tattoo, i still really like it” you smile at him making him smile two times wider at you, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder making you squeal “put me down ao” you hit his back while laughing.

he takes you away from the party. he takes you to where you first mated. a small cave with the floor completely covered in moss and flowers that would glow different colors depending on the feelings in the room. he puts you down finally. you stand in front of him looking him in the eyes, the flowers all turn pink “sit.” he says, you look at him dazed “hm?” you say “sit.” he says a little louder. you instantly submit. you usually put up a fight but today you felt as if you needed to listen. you sit on your calfs in front of your mate. the Olo'eyktan. looking up into his eyes as he slowly gets on his knee in front of you “lay back” he says rubbing your thighs, you let yourself fall back on the soft moss. he spreads your legs and slides his body over yours his hands up above your head are supporting him his eye contact lingers for a little while like he’s in a trance or something.

without a word he starts kissing your neck and down your shoulders, taking off your top and throwing across the floor somewhere for him to find later “i love you,my mate” he gives a little kiss to your right breast “i will never stop loving you” his kisses the other, the kisses trail down to your stomach “i will worship the ground you walk on.” he leaves another kiss on your stomach and slides off your loincloth and throws it aside. “and i promise to give you endless amounts of pleasure mentally and… physically” his tone is deep and his are eyes locked on your glistening pussy. he dives in right after saying that you immediately feel the heat spread through out your whole body, your hands fly to his newly done hair “fuuuk ao” you moan out trying not to mess up his hair.

he hums at his nickname that everyone calls him but only one gets to moan. his hands are gripping your thighs to hold them from closing on his head as he devours you sucking at your clit while you tweaked with your nipples, the attention he was showing your clit now falls onto your entrance, he lifts his head up and spits straight onto you cunt rubbing it in with his thumb “you’re such a good girl, you know that?” he praises as you trying your hardest not scream from the pleasure. you feel like you’re head is gonna pop from him shaking his head from side to side as his thumb works on your little clit, you feel the pleasure build up in your stomach “ao wait wait” you breath out, he stops and looks at you “i wanna cum with you inside me” you pled with him and he doesn’t waist a second sitting up and basically ripping his loincloth off his cock springing out and hitting his stomach he pulls you closer to him by your thighs. he rubs his angry cockhead against your clit, you whine just wanting him in you “stop teasing me ao!” you huff and it only makes him laugh “that’s no way to talk to your Olo'eyktan” he says as he pushes in you slowly, you had never fully taken him to say the least because you two never really had time. it felt like he ripping you into two but in a good way. your grab onto arm as he sets a steady pace snapping his hips forward looking for your sweet spot and when he found it. he had a field day.

“shit!” you cry whenever he starts speeding up hitting right where you needed it “is this what you needed my love?” he asks gripping waist and pushing him self deeper making tears blur your eyes “yes! please daddy please!” you scream not noticing what you just called him, he slows his pace making your eyes shoot open “what did you call me?” he’s smiles at you “ao i-” he cuts you off “mmm daddy. i like it”.

MY FIRST AO’NUNG FIC?!!?!?. and honestly i hate it so much. i might delete this. love y’all!!

#avatar way of water #neteyam sully #jake sully #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #smut #loak x tsireya #neteyam x you #avatar fluff #stepdad!jake #ao’nung #ao’nung smut

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rorynn · 1 year ago

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Lol, I was bored.. Btw Buff y/n is 18. She is taller than Neteyam but she is shorter than Ao’nung.

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divineei · 2 years ago

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modern avatar mlist!

02 — bullshit | next.

taglist. — @rainbowsocks, @dearstell, @erenjaegerwifee, @neteyamyam, @lvrcpid, @grierpilots, @littlexscarletxwitch, @elegantkidfansoul,

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pandorxxx · 1 year ago

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Treat me (decision based fic)

Lo’ak x omatikayan fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: heavy smut, fingering, choking, slapping, hair pulling, p in v, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, soft-dom to DOM lo’ak.

🔞mdni🔞

Synopsis: when your friend group becomes alittle more advanced with age, you find it hard to relate to them, seeing as you were a late bloomer in the sex department. You turn to lo’ak for help but you end up quite…helpless.

You and your friends would always meet up and talk to each other about any and everything. Wether it be about hunting, partying, or just joking around, there was always a topic of conversation. As you all got older, that topic switched to something a little more advanced….sex.

It seemed to be the only thing your friends were interested in. And you being the late bloomer in all of this made the topic irrelevant to you. Made it seem like you had nothing in common with your friends anymore. They were growing up, and you felt as if you were staying still in the sex department.

As time progressed, your friends would ask you about your sex life, and to save yourself the embarrassment, you would lie.

“Oh, yeah! He told me I gave the best head in this clan.” You would say, chest poked out in confidence. And a flow of questions would follow after:

“Stop! Was he hot?”

“Did you swallow?”

“Omg girl, tell me your tricks.”

You finally felt like you belonged in your friend group again. Even if that meant lying to fit in. One day, the lying went alittle too far. And there was no turning back without giving your entire operation up.

“You keep saying “he”. Who is this mystery boy who’s getting all of your love, girl?”. Your heart stopped, realizing that you could either come clean, or continue this drawn out lie. Even though you wanted to do the right thing, the name you thought about was coming up like word vomit, there was nothing you could do.

“Oh, no one special. Justttt….lo’ak sully.” You sung. Your friends jaws dropping in shock and excitement for you. But regret burned deep in your heart, because you knew this would end badly. Lo’ak was like an older brother to you, and it seemed to be reciprocated on his end. He never really tried anything with you, which was new.

He was a very sexual being, and this was known throughout the clan. He was popular, strong, son of a great warrior, and he was hot. So this little lie was for sure to come out soon.

Again, you contemplated with yourself:

Should I just come clean? Or should I get lo’ak to go along with it just until it all faded out?

“Bro, you told them WHAT?” Lo’ak laughed, throwing his hair into a ponytail infront of his mirror.

“Listen, I know it sounds crazy. But I need you to do this for me, please!” You pleaded urgently, pacing back and forth nervously in his hut.

“Y/n…no.” He chuckled, turning to face you with his arms across his chest. You huffed, stomping to his cot until you plopped down on it in frustration.

“And I mean, you really went all out, too. Best head? Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve never seen dick in your life.” He lectured, walking over to your sprawled out body.

“You should HEAR the shit they talk about. I’ve never even heard of some of that stuff. Didn’t even know some of it was possible.” You sat up, looking up to him. He laughed out loud.

“Yeah, because your friends are a bunch of sluts. And you shouldn’t even be hanging out with them. You don’t need to impress those girls, y/n. Just stay innocent a little while longer, shit.” He leaned down, planting a kiss on your forehead, caressing the side of your head before walking back over to the mirror.

“Don’t “little girl” me. I hate when you do that.” You pouted, shooting him a stone cold glare. He smirked at you through the mirror, playing with his loincloth to make sure it was secured around his hips.

….

“you ARE a little girl.” He laughed, shaking his head before checking himself out in the mirror, vainly.

You rolled your eyes with a loud huff. “No I’m not! Skxawng.” You crossed your arms. Shooting him a deadly glare. He tilted his head, crossing his arms across his broad chest. “Oh yeah? Prove it.” He shrugged, eyeing you up and down through the mirror.

Your body began to get hot, shifting on his cot nervously. “Lo’ak…please. Just help me.” You sighed, hands together as you begged him to save you from the mess you dug yourself into.

He face turned serious, eyes rolling in frustration before shifting his body weight to one side.

“So let me get this straight. You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend untilllll?”

“Until I tell everyone we broke up. I just need a couple of months, lo’ak.” You reassured him, hoping that he would finally give in for you.

“A couple of months?! No fucking way.” He shook his head. “Why not?!” You whined.

“Because im just going to assume we’re not going to be having sex. And I don’t know if you noticed but….I like having sex.” He smirked at you through the mirror.

…

“Lo’ak, i-ive never done that before.” You reminded him. Crossing your legs nervously. He scoffed, watching you squeeze your legs together.

“Yeah, I know. Which is why this is a terrible fucking idea!” He chuckled. You began to grow more frustrated, finally blurting out what you truly wanted to say.

“Lo’ak! I don’t know why you’re acting so untouchable. Every girl In this clan has had you for gods sake! Just break me in already, what’s the big deal?” You rambled, glaring at him with a confused look, waiting for him to answer your question.

“Do you hear yourself? Like…seriously.” He spoke lowly , turning around to lean against the mirror, staring at you. Your ears shot up, shooting your head to him confusingly.

“I mean…you talk about yourself like you’re an object. Break you in? Like a fucking car? You’re so much more than that. Why do you wanna be treated like a slut? Please explain.” His eyebrows ruffled in confusion as he awaited an answer.

“I just- my friend’s talk about it like it’s the best thing in the world. All I wanna do is see what that feels like. To be used and dominated. To be fucked until I can’t take it anymore, and even then he doesn’t stop. Showing me no fucking mercy no matter how much I scream for him to slow down. I want someone to make me cum…over and over again until I have nothing left to give. I wanna be slapped, choked….treated like an absolute slut.” You explained, not even knowing the tone in which you spoke. You were so in your head that your tone was borderline seductive, making lo’ak forget everything he said to you before.

“I just need the right person to show me.” You smiled sarcastically, realizing that this conversation was probably going nowhere. You stood up, walking towards the door. You only opened it inches before it slammed back shut in your embrace. You could feel his body heat radiating on your backside as his hand laid on the shut door.

…

“And after all that…you think you’re just gonna walk out? I’ll have your little ass crawling out of here when I’m done.” He growled in your ear. You let a small whimper leave your throat, completely submitting to him. He spun you around to face him, pinning you to the door by your neck with great force.

“I’ve thought about it. Who am I to deny you of what you truly want, huh? What kind of… boyfriend would I be if I didn’t treat you how you’re begging me to?” He chuckled, titling his head at you. He scanned your trembling body for a moment before meeting your face again.

“Tell me you want it.” He whispered, bringing you closer to him by your neck. His hand slid down to your waist, drawing circles into the sides. You looked up at him with nothing but lust, so hungry for him. “I want it.” You moaned, nodding in his embrace.

“Talk to me, tell me how you want it.” He nodded with you before tucking his bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Take me right here. Use me, please.” You strained as his grip on your neck became slightly tighter. He nodded for confirmation before ripping your loincloth off, deeming it un-wearable. He immediately slid two fingers in between your soaked folds, making you throw your head back in his embrace.

He brought his fingers up to your face, your juices dripping down his knuckles. You looked at him with hooded eyes. You stuck your tongue all the way out, using the flattest part to lick his fingers clean. He watched you intently before pulling his fingers away, bringing you in for a fiery kiss. Your tongues fought for dominance, but his won. The kiss was slow and sloppy, just how you liked it.

He let your neck go, picking you up by your thighs harshly, lips still stuck to yours. He walked you over to the table, swiping everything away with one hand before plopping you down.

He trailed his hand down to your cunt, massaging your clit gently with his thumb while he slide one finger into you slowly. You detached from his lips, back bowing as you threw your head back. A series of loud moans left your throat as he took the opportunity to leave hickeys on your neck.

He slowly added the second one, scissoring your hole gently to open you up. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He whispered in your ear, playing with the squishy ball of nerves inside of you. You let out a whimper, bucking your hips into his hand. It was safe to say that you felt no pain, just pleasure. Yet and still you nodded at his request. You both watched as his fingers slide in and out of you, coaxing squelching sounds out of your soaked cunt.

Although it felt good, you couldn’t help but think about how his cock would feel. Filling you up just right. You needed him, right now.

“Please, fuck me. I want it so bad.” You whined, still bucking your hips into his hand. He looked into your eyes, scanning your seriousness.

“Oh baby. You’re gonna need to be stretched as much as possible before you take this dick. Be patient with me.” He spoke breathily, kissing your forehead.

“I-I can take it, lo’ak. I promise! Give it to me, please.” You pleaded, tears forming in the corner of your eyes from your incoming orgasm. He smirked, watching your legs tremble slightly.

“Cum first, and then I’ll let you have it. You’re so fucking close, don’t you want to finish, hmm?” He whispered in your ear, before tugging on the lobe with his canines. He sped up inside of you, massaging your sweet spot. Your mouth flew opened, eyebrows scrunching together as your legs shook violently around his waist.

“That’s what I thought. Go ahead, and cum for me Princess.” He spoke in your ear before pecking it. Obeying his orders, you clung to his neck, eyes rolling back as you released on his fingers.

“Good girl, such a good girl.” He muttered through a clenched jaw, pulling his fingers out of you. He brung them to his mouth, sucking them clean as he eyed your small frame.

“Can I have it now? Please?” You begged, tugging at his loincloth. He chuckled, licking his fingers one more time. He used his thumb to wipe his mouth clean before eyeing you up and down.

…

“Take it, if you’re bold enough.” He licked his lips, glancing down at his bulge before looking back up at you. With his permission, you untied his loincloth slowly as you both watched in anticipation. Once it was untied, you gently let the loincloth go, letting it fall to the ground.

Your eyes widened at his size. His cock sprung up, tip touching the middle of his belly. He was pulsating, oozing with precum. He watched your reaction, and the way you used your hands to slide back on the table slightly. He finally dropped his hands to his side, eyeing you like you were his prey.

“Scared?” He asked, eyebrow cocked. You watched his cock jump with every heartbeat, gulping loudly before squeezing your legs together to hide your little cunt from his huge cock.

“Mhm.” You confessed, nodding your head frantically, still staring down at it.

“It won’t fit.” You shook your head, shifting on the table nervously. He scanned your small frame once more, palming his cock to jerk It slowly.

…

“That pussy was made for me, baby. It’ll fit.” He spoke sensually, rubbing his hand up your thigh.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, placing his hands on either sides of your thighs. You nodded frantically.

“I’m gonna talk you through it, ok? Lay back for me.” He reassured, pushing on your stomach gently. You obliged, laying all the way back for him. He gently grabbed your legs, pushing them back to open you up.

He stared at your dripping cunt, your slick trickling down to the table beneath you. He ran his hands down his face before licking his lips, in awe at the site before him.

“All for me, huh?” He asked, tapping the tip of his cock on your clit. You let out a soft moan, the friction bringing you pleasure.

He then proceeded to rub his entire length in between your folds, bucking his hips ever so slightly. You both hummed in unison, watching the source of pleasure.

“Are you ready?” He asked, looking at you through his eyebrows. “I’m scared.” You pouted.

“Don’t be. You’re safe with me.” He reassured. Your heart was beating out of your chest, but this would be the most ready you’d ever be. You nodded, motioning for him to begin.

“Just look at me, ok? Don’t look down. Not until it’s in.” He commanded, caressing your cheek. He lined his cock up with your entrance, probing it with his throbbing tip. You tensed, looking down at the source.

“No, no, no. Relax, baby. Look at me, ok? It’s just you and me.” He nodded, caressing the back of your thighs. You took a deep breath, looking into his eyes. Grabbing his cock, he probed at your entrance again, slowly pushing his length in. Your face was scrunched up as you waited for the pain to kick in. Your eyes were closed, not even wanting to see how he was making this happen.

“Princess, You’re doing so good.” He spoke breathily, watching his cock slide into you at a painfully slow pace to ensure that he didn’t hurt you. However, you were stretched to capacity and the pain was starting to settle in.

“Fuck!” You whined, throwing your head back. You let your legs go, planting your feet firmly on the table in exhaustion. He watched you intently, becoming even more aroused by your reaction to his size. He bit his lip, thrusting half of his cock into you slowly to get you used to him.

“I thought this was what you wanted. Now look at you. A complete fucking mess for me.” He moaned, pushing himself alittle farther inside of you with every slow stroke. The squelching sounds were loud, his cock dripping with your slick.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You blabbered deliriously, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt his tip graze your cervix. He chuckled, realizing that you were already drunk off of him, and there was really no turning back now.

“Sorry? Don’t be sorry. I like making little sluts like you my cock sleeve.” He moaned, gripping your neck as he bottomed out. He was the deepest he’d been, almost felt like he was in your stomach. You let out a series of whimpers, feeling as full as you could possible get.

“Open your eyes.” He commanded. You obliged lazily, finally looking down at the source of pleasure. Low and behold, his tip was poking into your lower belly. Your eyes widened, sitting up on your elbows in panic.

“Told you it would fit.” He chuckled, grabbing the sides of your waist, using them as leverage to thrust into you gently.

“You’re s-soo big, lo’ak.” You whined, pouting up at him with scrunched eyebrows. He nodded, watching his cock slide into you with ease.

“I know, mama. Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He moaned, focusing on his slow and steady thrusts.

“I-it feels good. So so good.” You moaned, running your hands down his abs. He tilted his head, scanning your relaxed demeanor. “Mmm, so no pain?” He asked, a devilish smirk creeping up on his face.

“Just keep it right there, don’t stop!” You whined, watching his tip make an appearance in your stomach with every slow thrust. Since it was your first time, he thought that he’d take it easy on you until you finally opened up to him. Little did you know the trouble you’d just gotten yourself into.

“That’s good to know, mama. So what was all that talk earlier? About being fucked like a slut? No mercy, remember?” He asked innocently, still drilling into you deep. You were already too fucked out to comprehend correctly.

“I-I remember.” You chuckled deliriously, nodding with hooded eyes. “Yeah? Well guess what, baby?” He chuckled, before biting his bottom lip, staring at your fucked out face.

“What?” You smiled, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth.

His smile fell immediately, sending you the hardest thrust, leaving it inside of you. You gasped, eyes going wide as you stared up at him in shock. He grabbed your neck harshly, pulling your forehead to his.

…

“I’m gonna treat you like the slut you’ve been dying to be.” He growled, pulling your legs over his shoulders, using your neck as leverage to fuck into you harshly.

“Ohhh my- lo’ak!” You moaned sharply, holding onto his wrists. He slammed into your sensitive sweetspot with every hard thrust, deeming the pleasure too much for you.

“Nope! You’ve gotta take it now, baby.” He shook his head, thrusting up into you at a fast pace. Every stroke knocking the wind out of you to the point where you couldn’t keep steady breaths. You watched his cock slide in and out of you, showing itself in your lower belly with every thrust. Although you were experiencing euphoria, you couldn’t help but panic at the abnormal print in your stomach. It made you nervous, scared even.

“Lo’ak! It’s t-too big for me!” You whined, shaking your head nervously as you tried to push on his stomach. The pleasure was too much and your anxiety was through the roof. He smacked your hand away quickly, pinning you back down on the table by your neck.

“Don’t push me away. Ever.” He spoke sternly, his gaze turning predatory. He grabbed your cheeks harshly, squishing them together.

“GOT IT?” He asked in a harsh tone, eyebrow cocked as he waited for a response. With the grip he had on your jaw, there really wasn’t much you could say, so you nodded slowly, tears beginning to well in your eyes from the pleasure.

“Now watch it. Watch me play in your guts.” He chuckled, tilting your head down to look at the source. You whined, opening your legs wider for him as your stomach tensed. The feeling started to consume you. Your eyes were low, cheeks flushed, and it was safe to say you were officially drunk off of his cock. You had no words, no voice, nothing would come out anymore. All you could do was watch, and take every pleasurable stroke he sent your way.

“That’s right you naughty bitch. Take it!” He growled, watching your eyes roll back in complete satisfaction.

“Tell me you love it.” He muttered through a clenched jaw before smacking your face lightly. “I-I love it! I love it!” You moaned, throwing your head back in his embrace. He brought you up to him by your neck, looking you in the eyes as he rutted into you with no remorse.

“I’ll believe it when you cum for me. Go ahead, cum on this dick, baby. I know you want to, I can feel it.” He whispered in your ear, sending you into a moaning frenzy. Your hips began to buck into his, chasing that euphoric orgasm that was building up.

…

“Yesss! You feel s-sooo fucking good.” You whined, face scrunched together in pleasure as you stared into his eyes. He bit his lip, watching you fall apart underneath him. Your legs started to shake around his hips, squeezing him in as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Baby, you’re taking this dick like a pro. My good little slut. All MINE!” He whispered in your ear, angling his hips up to smack your sensitive sweetspot.

And that was all it took for you to come undone on him. Loud moans left your mouth as you clung to him for dear life. He thrusted into you slowly, nice enough to let you ride out your high.

He pulled out once you came down, watching your cum drip down his shaft and onto the floor beneath him.

“Turn around.” He commanded, twirling his finger. You slowly lowered yourself off of the table, legs shaking beneath you, making it hard to complete such a simple task.

However you managed to turn around slowly. Your back flush to his chest. Without warning, he bent you over the table, making you gasp audibly.

“Now that I’ve…broken you in.” He started, running his hand all the way up your slender back, reaching the back of your neck to squeeze it tightly.

“I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you claim to be. No mercy right?” He asked with slight aggression, sliding into you slowly. Your eyes widened at the familiar fullness, humming lowly when he started to thrust into you firmly.

“No mercy.” You muttered, eyes already crossing as you shook your head in response. He immediately started to rut into you like an animal, so hard and deep that your pelvis smacked against the edge of the table harshly with every stroke. You let out a few strained cries, your cheek finding comfort on the cold hard table.

“Don’t cry, now. This was what you wanted, Princess.” He grunted, shifting both of his hands to your hips, using them as leverage to drill into your tight cunt. The pleasure was unbearable from the start. Your knees started to buckle with every hard thrust. You were a whimpering mess, your lips becoming salty from your own tears.

“No, stand the fuck up! Stay still.” He growled, holding your hips In place to keep you up. Setting that unbearable rhythm again.

“I-I can’t.” You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You sat up lazily, holding your weight with your shaky arms as you tilted your head back. He reached around, grabbing your neck from behind.

“You will, though. I want you to keep the same fucking energy.” He whispered in your ear as he abused your sensitive sweetspot. Your mouth flew open, eyes rolling so far back that they might’ve gotten stuck.

“I-it’s sooo fucking deep.” You whined through a clenched jaw, reaching for nothing as you tried to get away from him. You swung your right leg onto the table, placing your knee on the edge to try and crawl out of his grasp. Soon realizing that you made a big mistake because all that did was gave him access to slide deeper into you.

“Nice try. But I already told you about running away from me.” He spoke sternly, wrapping your long braids around his forearm, using it as a leash to tame you. You let out a series of curses, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks.

“Lo’ak…y-you’re killing me.” You whined, voice rippling from each hard thrust. He tightened his grip on your hair, pulling your head back until your eyes met his.

…

“I don’t care. Shut up and take this dick.” He growled, his lip finding refuge In between his teeth as he watched you fall in and out of consciousness ever so often. You let out a high pitched squeal with every thrust, legs beginning to shake from your incoming orgasm. He felt you flutter around his cock, letting out a guttural groan as he stared at you.

His lips hovered over yours, you both panting loudly. He leaned down, kissing your lips passionately as he sped up his pace. Your mouth flew open against his. He smiled devilishly, nodding his head as he stared into your puffy eyes.

“You like that shit, huh? Gonna cum on this dick again?” He chuckled, both of you nodding your heads frantically in unison, all knowingly for what’s to come.

“Mhm! S- So close!” You whined drunkenly, eyes rolling to the back of your head once more. He used his free hand to smack your ass, watching you come undone for him.

“Oh I’m cumming, lo’ak! Cumming! *thrust* cumming! *thrust* cumming! *thrust*” you announced, chanting between hard thrusts. Your legs shook, releasing your essence all over his shaft.

“Fuuuck!” He groaned, watching his cream coated cock slide in and out of you harshly. He didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down for you. The merciless rhythm turning you into a squirming mess.

“Too much, TOO MUCH!!!” You screamed, tapping his thigh to get him to ease up on you. He smacked your ass harder, leaving a purple handprint on your skin.

“Im not done yet, Princess. Stop fucking moving!” He growled, reaching around to your clit, massaging the ball of nerves.

“Ohhh shit!” You squealed, holding onto his strong arm to keep you up. Although you didn’t mean to, you continued to squirm under him, legs trembling uncontrollably, making it hard for you to stand. He huffed in anger, pulling out of you quickly. You fell immediately, your legs numb from his constant drilling. You took the opportunity to attempt to escape, lazily crawling towards the hut door.

…

“Bring your little ass here!” He shouted, walking to the front of you to pick you up. He held you by your ass, wrapping your legs around his hips. He walked you over to the wall, pinning you there to keep your back supported.

He wasted no time impaling you again. Your mouth flying opened at the single hard thrust. He stared into your eyes, thrusting into you with great force.

“You’re done when I say. Got it?” He grunted, fucking into you at the speed of light. You nodded your head frantically, words stuck in your throat. All that could be heard was aggressive skin clapping. Your legs started to shake around his waist, and your whines progressed in volume.

“Gonna cum for the 3rd time, huh?” He asked, placing his large hand above your head, using one arm to drill into you with no mercy.

“Yesssss!” You cried, wrapping your trembling arms around his neck as you came undone for the third time. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, muffling your loud cries.

Your sweet voice, and the way you sucked him in started to get the best of him. He threw his head onto your shoulder, panting loudly as he sped up his pace, chasing his own orgasm.

“Fuuuck, y/n. You’re gonna make me cum… sooo deep in this pussy.” He moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Your legs began to tremble hastily. squeezing your eyes shut tightly as you whined loudly.

He began to pant, using his tongue to drawl circles on your exposed shoulder. He took a deep breath, inhaling your addictive scent. Letting it send him into a trance. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck in an attempt to scent you. He contemplated on wether or not he should mark you. Your pure, unscathed shoulder was practically calling his name.

…

He couldn’t take it any longer. He flashed his fangs, grazing your soft skin with them before he bit down, just enough to leave a mark on you. You hissed at the feeling, basking in the mixture of pain and pleasure. He pulled back, lightly sucking on the puncture with a low hum rumbling in his chest.

“Mmm, y-you’re driving me….fucking crazy.” He muttered drunkenly, letting his fangs graze over the new womb. The act alone sending shivers down your spine. Enough to make you come undone again with a loud scream.

“Oh my- shitttt!” He moaned, feeling your walls flutter around him. He continued his merciless rhythm, chasing his orgasm. You cried in his chest at the overstimulation.

“Shh baby, I-I’m almost done with you. Took me so fucking well.” He moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head once more as his thrusts became sloppy.

You were a trembling mess. Feeling as if your entire body was going numb. You bit your lip , trying to suppress your loud cries.

“Mmm, cumming mama!” He grunted, sending you one hard thrust, nearly knocking the wind out of you as he painted your walls with his sticky seed. You let out a strained whine with every thrust that he sent to ride out his high.

You two stared into eachothers eyes, catching your breaths. He chuckled, pulling out of you to watch his access seed seep out. He placed you on the ground gently but your legs were too numb to stand on. You fell to the ground hard with an agonizing groan. He stared down at you with a devilish grin before bending down to be eye level with you.

He grabbed your neck harshly, before speaking:

“Now you really have something to tell your friends…”

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