#na'vi x fem smut
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Pandora's Glow
prompts by @luvv4j4ybe11 & @aperiraa
starting May 1
・❥・ NSFW MDNI 18+ ・❥・
i . roommate [neteyam]
iv . blowjob [ralak]
v . outdoor + recording [so'lek]
xi . interrogation
xvii . sweet talk
xxi . anal
xxix . body worship
#pandora'sglow#pandora'sglow2024#neteyam smut#so'lek smut#neteyam sully smut#na'vi x female reader smut#na'vi smut#na'vi x avatar smut#na'vi x human smut#na'vi x fem smut#na'vi x female smut#na’vi x reader smut#ralak smut#ralak x you smut#ralak x reader smut
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Withered
Beautiful Adult Neteyam photo by the wonderful @cinetrix
Pairing: Alpha Neteyam x Beta Fem Omatikaya Reader
Synopsis: You and Neteyam have opposite lives. He thrives in the daylight of possibilities while you are forced to the shadows. You are sure that the right course of action would be letting the future Olo'eyktan go. Neteyam is less convinced.
Based on a request from my 🥔 anon
Warnings: aged up characters, aged up neteyam, angst, health problems, explicit smut, dirty talk, crying, miscommunication, p in v, virgin reader, first time, omegaverse, alpha/beta relationship dynamic, heat, sickness, 18+ only MDNI
Tanhi: star/little star I Yawne: beloved I Sevin: pretty I Mawey: calm
A/N: I can't tell you all enough how grateful I am for the hype and many comments that have been around this story just from that small sneak peek I posted. This ended up being a lot longer than I ever anticipated but I had a blast writing it. Please let me know what you think. I love hearing from y'all!
For many the sun is a symbol of warmth, peace, and solace. The bright rays enwrap Na’vi of all ages in the glow of Eywa’s love. The rise of morning light represents a new day, another chance for adventure and possibilities. When the illuminating glow of yellow sunshine transforms into streaks of vibrant purples and pinks, it indicates a time for families to come together and tuck in for the night.
However, for you, your day truly begins at the first glow of bioluminescence. Eclipse is your time to explore the world.
You were born with an almost unheard of disease. It only took a few days of your infant body breaking out into abnormal rashes for Tsahik to realize something was wrong. Exposure of more than a few minutes to sunshine causes detrimental effects to your body. For this reason, you are forced to avoid the vibrant glow of the sun.
From that moment on you have lived your life almost nocturnally. On lucky days the clouds protect you from the harmful UV rays. Rain has come to be your favorite weather as it allows you an escape from your hut.
Despite these difficulties you have always strived to remain positive. You thank your parents for their gracious attitudes that inspire you to look for the silver lining in all situations. Sure you can not sunbathe or prowl the forest during sunny days but no one knows the forest at Eclipse as well as you do. Your knowledge has come in handy more than a few times, being asked to guide night hunts with some of the most notorious warriors in the clan.
This is where you met Neteyam.
The firstborn of the infamous Toruk Makto and your future Olo’eyktan, you originally assumed he would have no interest in interacting with you. You knew him from afar, hearing the word spread of his kindness and diligence when it came to helping those around him. His alpha status only served to bring a larger gaggle of girls practically falling at his feet. As a beta and suffering from a rare condition, you naturally took yourself out of the run up. You were confident he would choose some sweet and knowledgeable omega that would be the perfect tsahik.
However, your assumptions quickly crumbled as he progressively paid attention to you more and more throughout these night hunts. Instead of joining the rest of the alpha warriors gathering to share a strong drink after a successful kill, he would opt to check in with you. You were shy at first, unsure of how to act around such an influential member of the clan. However, there was something about those golden orbs and soft smile that quickly set you at ease.
You still remember the first time you had sustained a small injury during these hunts. It was nothing more than a shallow slash to your forearm, but Neteyam had insisted on carefully wrapping it himself. You gushed over him like an idiot, reminding him that it was unnecessary but he showed his stubborn side that day.
At first you thought it was your own overactive imagination noticing the frequency of night hunts he signed up for increase, but eventually it had become every single night. No matter how boned-tired he was from a day of full Olo’eyktan training, he would beam at the sight of your small form. His scent was something that seemed to constantly enrapture your senses. The heavy essence of pine and hormonal swings was so much stronger than yours. It took some getting used to. The first few nights you were bashful to come home and find evidence of your arousal dampening your loincloth.
Still, you told yourself it was just a simple crush that you had to live with. It took weeks for you to even consider the possibility of Neteyam showing interest in you. He had been consistent in bringing you out of your shell, getting you to talk about everything from your family to the fondest hope and dreams in your heart. Oftentimes he would stay back behind after the hunt to help you join him sitting on an overarching thick branch (you were grateful for the darkness of eclipse that hid your blush each time he effortlessly hoisted you up with large hands gently holding your waist) and chat away into the night.
It was only when the gifts began that you gave these interactions a second thought. It had started small with simple flowers and fruits he had encountered throughout the day. However, they slowly became more intricate. The first time he brought you a small woven bracelet of sparkling gems, you had been gobsmacked.
“Like the night sky. The only thing appropriate for my tanhi.” He had said, making you almost choke on your own spit. Tahni- little star: a nickname he had coined for you after the first week. A fitting term for someone that only knew the night sky. Still, it was the first time he had ever called you his. The terminology was not lost on you.
When the sun arose once more and you had retired back to your protected hut, those words had kept you up, your small fingers twiddling with the bracelet.
Taking your acceptance of the small gift, Neteyam had become even more bold with his courting. Before you knew it he was bringing a meal with him for you before every hunt. You had tried to decline the thoughtful gesture but he would not take no for an answer.
“Someone has to make sure you eat, tanhi.”
There was no fighting the alpha on this, so you graciously took the meals each night. He smiled proudly as you moaned in satisfaction of the carefully seasoned meat he had killed and prepared for you. Another testament to the mighty warrior and beneficial mate he is.
You started to think that the eldest Sully was simply a flirt, or perhaps such a kind person that his actions came off as romantic. However, there was one instance that finally tipped you to accepting his affections. It was a particularly successful hunt, dragging home a thanator, when he had slowed down to your pace. Talking about anything and everything under the night sky, your breath was practically stolen from your lungs when he reached out to tuck a strand of your dark hair behind your ear.
However innocent the gesture was, it was the lingering of his hand running down your neck that caused your heart to bash against your rib cage violently. A simple brush that had left his scent to coalesce with yours. An essence that would keep other suitors away. Out of habit, you mentally went to play it off as a simple accident, but the crooked smirk plastered across his face did not allow you. There was a primal satisfaction seated in those golden orbs, one that caused a pool of arousal to gather in your core.
He knew what he had done.
Neteyam was proud of it.
His affection was untethered from that point forward. Accidental brushes of fingers had turned into blatant hand holding. The alpha never missed an opportunity to press a warm hand to the small of your back, guiding you through the terrain, or wrap an arm around your waist in order to steady you when walking over uneven forest floor.
“What kind of alpha would I be if I let you get hurt?”
He had spoken in response to your inquiry, a cheeky grin plastered across his face.
Falling for Neteyam was easy. Too easy. It was keeping yourself back from jumping into his arms or melting into his embraces that was difficult. No matter how strange and suggestive his behavior had been, you didn’t want to get your hopes up. After all, there was no saying what he got up to during the day. For all you knew he could be taking omegas out every day and weaving sweet gifts for them too.
So you had decided to do what was best for everyone and take yourself out of the situation before something embarrassing could happen. You declined the request to accompany the hunting party and instead went to spend some more time with your family. If your parents noticed the difference in your appearance they did not show it. They were always good at giving you space, respecting your independence as an adult (although your mother did go out of her way to place a comforting hand on your shoulder, a silent way to express her understanding and love). Neither of them knew about Neteyam at the time, it was easier that way.
This fact only heightened their surprise when they saw Toruk Makto’s eldest son approaching their small gathering. You can still remember the intent gaze that Neteyam pierced you with. Your heart hammered out of your chest, hands fidgeting with the moss beneath you nervously. Neteyam signaled the traditional greeting to your parents before respectfully asking your father if he could borrow you for a moment.
They were caught off guard, your dad turning back to send you a curious look, but naturally neither wanted to decline the Omatikaya prince.
Once the two of you were finally alone, Neteyam immediately sprang into action. He grabbed your biceps and used that hold to turn you from side to side as he scanned your form. His intense inspection had blood rushing to your cheeks.
“Neteyam, what are you doing? I thou-”
“Where are you injured?” You twitched when he reached a hand out to inspect your flicking tail too. Confusion swarmed within you. You had sputtered and struggled to put together a full sentence.
“It has been three days, Tanhi. I blew one day off as exhaustion or a fluke and the second as pure coincidence but surely only an injury would keep you away from the hunt for three days.” His eyes finally met yours again when there was no wound to be found. His tall frame had towered over yours as he reached out to cup your cheek.
That familiar warmth and adoration you had for him had returned within an instant.
You stepped back, successfully out of his grasp.
“I’m fine.” You replied simply.
His tail swatted in the humid air and those golden orbs had squinted into slits. The focused attention of that look full of suspicion was enough to hold you down to your spot. You swallowed the lump in your throat and as you tried desperately to keep the fidgeting at bay. It was one of the few times you were grateful to be beta because surely an omega would shrivel under the pressure of his looming presence.
“I don’t like when you lie to me, Tahni. Now tell me why I’ve had to go without my little star for three whole days.” Neteyam placed his hands sternly upon his hips, ears twitching forward as if preparing to take in your explanation. An explanation that you felt could not be shared. Doing so was bound to undermine your plans, completely destroying the efforts that had been made.
“The group seems to be more than sufficient without my guidance.” You don’t dare to meet his eyes, your own orbs trained at the ground instead. In a moment’s notice his sculpted body was once again inches away from yours. His warmth came off of him in waves, along with the heady aura of alpha pheromones.
You couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran down your spine when he placed heavy hands on your shoulders and bent over your frame till you could feel his calm breath against your ear. Neteyam’s tail wrapped around your thigh. A part of your brain told you to run, understanding the alluring danger that awaited you, while the other yearned to curl up against his impressive physique.
You couldn’t understand how any omega managed to be around this male without completely dropping to their knees.
Suddenly you had some sympathy for the girls that had always fawned over him.
“Tell me the truth, sevin.” The heated words tickled at your ears and made your heart skip a beat. It was foolish to think that there was any chance of lying to Neteyam, the mighty warrior that walked with the confidence of the supernatural.
So you did.
You had scrambled to messily explain how it would be best if the two of you spent less time together. Unfortunately this unrehearsed synopsis included an approach that painted yourself as the foolish beta with a crush on the Omatikaya prince and therefore unable to handle herself around him. It was not the perspective you had hoped for, but it was the only one that could have been presented in your state of jumbled thought.
Neteyam shook his head, an almost fond smile upon his lips.
“Tanhi, you really do not like to make things easy for me.” A bitter laugh escaped his throat. The sound put you slightly on edge but there was no trace of anger in his expression. Amusement was easily perceivable in the raise of his hairless eyebrows. He had taken your humiliating and pathetic explanation in stride, in fact, he had found humor in it.
“I thought I’ve made myself clear.” You were swooped into the encirclement of his arms in one quick motion. You squeaked and braced yourself against the warm muscles of his abdomen. “You are the mate I seek.”
His words had thrown you into a spiral, your heartstrings plucking into rhythms of heightened emotion. It was almost too much to take in. A part of you still found security in denying these bold claims but there had been too much evidence at that point. Neteyam Sully had in fact been courting you.
His head lowered, nuzzling at your face until you finally looked up at him. Your lips were only a breath apart.
“If you’ll have me.” Neteyam whispered.
There was no fighting the longings of your heart at that rate. That night you had agreed to his courting and within a month the two of you had been madly in love and preparing to officially mate.
The process was faster, seemingly faster than anything else in your life. Night had always slowed you down from progressing in the normal rhythm of Na’vi milestones, but Neteyam had broken that pattern for you.
You can still remember the vivid sensation of his tendrils connecting with your own. Those sparks of electricity that had created a direct line to his innermost feelings and thoughts. There was great solace to be found in the surging feelings of love and adoration he had for you, something you had been able to tap into. Still, nothing could ever compare with the way you felt for Neteyam.
He’s your world. Your light. Your sun.
Being with him feels like finally having a taste of those golden rays. You can see it in his smile. In the shake of his shoulders when his laughter trickles from soft lips. In the unashamed sparkle that overtakes his eyes in a coating whenever they land on you after a long day of training.
Neteyam has become your world in only a matter of a few months. It is hard to imagine how you went so many years without this unbreakable connection between the two of you. Each night you wake up to the warm embrace of your mate who has come home from a long day of training. Soft kisses are placed along your eyelids, cheeks, and nose until your thick lashes flutter and you regain consciousness.
The searing envious looks of other females can be felt at your back when the two of you join the rest of the clan for dinner each night, but it is only white noise in the presence of your handsome mate guiding you with a hand to the small of your back. In fact it becomes less than a passing memory when Neteyam goes on to share the events of the day in great detail, usually pulling out a tucked away gift he has found for you along the trails of his adventures.
There is so much hidden beneath that emanating exterior of perfection that Neteyam upholds. He strips away those layers only for you, usually among the flowering meadow the two of you lay in while stargazing. The stories often end with your mate trailing off into a groggy murmur until the air fills with the sounds of his sleeping breaths. You prefer to stay tucked against him for a while longer, letting the moment last before you must wake him and shoo the mighty warrior back home for some much needed rest.
While he sleeps you venture from the hut to forage and hunt, although Neteyam prefers to accompany you during dangerous hunts. You decide that what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. He is known to be an overprotective alpha anyway. Once food has been secured and your adventures have come to a close, you slip back into the darkened hut before the first break of dawn. Those specially made thick curtains are the difference between life and death for you.
Although the tent has been sufficient for years, Neteyam continues to add to its layers. He is constantly worrying about the vulnerabilities of the hut, convinced that one slip could bring catastrophic consequences to his mate. So he works with his father to constantly rebuild and strengthen the exterior walls. There are times where you remind him of how unnecessary these actions are but Neteyam is undeterred by these conversations. So you let your mate continue his projects. If it brings him peace of mind to obsess over the structure then it must be doing some good.
Things are great for the first month. Nothing sexual occurs during those first few weeks of being newly mated, out of respect to you. There is no denying that Neteyam has had experience in the ways of pleasuring females but you on the other hand have never been close to intimate with someone else. As a couple you decide to take things slow. However, you can not help but admire the restraint Neteyam shows when you catch the shift of his pheromones into that of lust or see the tightness of his loincloth after a particularly long make out session.
Were it any other alpha you are sure that the time would have come for him to become impatient and work towards persuading you to go further with him. However, Neteyam knows that you are shy and nervous. He puts your needs before his own and constantly assures you that he is happy to wait so long as you feel comfortable when the time is right.
Your apprehension has slowly been melting away. The soft caresses that travel along your form sends a burning thrill that is exotic to you. Moments where you are brave enough to straddle his lap while kissing, the friction of his groin against your core is electric. These new feelings have been quickly festering and building inside of you. The nerves have slowly morphed into alluring curiosity. It has been becoming harder to hold back.
For this reason, you’ve decided to tell Neteyam tonight that you are ready. Finally, the bond created through tsaheylu will be strengthened and confirmed by the intertwining of each other’s bodies.
The last hints of sunshine have disappeared behind the moon. This time you wake before Neteyam has a chance to come wake you up himself. The nerves that bundle into a coil in your stomach have kept you from sleeping in so you decide to seek him out yourself. It shouldn’t be long till he is back from an exhibition with Jake.
The village is lively with reuniting families after a prosperous day of duties. It's a familiar sight that has always brought a warmth to your heart, especially that of small children running to their mothers or fathers with grabby hands. There are times where you imagine sending your own child to wobble excitedly towards Neteyam, spun through the air by the mighty warrior that you are lucky enough to call your mate.
High in the trees, hidden by the walls of a family hut you hear the familiar voice of Lo’ak. A smile tugs at your lips, confident that Neteyam is sure to be with his brother. However, that excitement is dampened slightly when the responding voice is not your mate’s but Unip’s.
“I just don’t know how long he thinks this can go on.” Unip sighs.
“Well you know how Neteyam is. He will find a way to succeed and if not, he will die trying.” Lo’ak snorts, but there is a hint of concern in his nonchalant tone. It’s a timber that makes you halt in your tracks and ears twitch to hear the conversation.
“It’s only going to get worse, you know. Once he is Olo’eyktan, half a night’s rest will not be enough anymore. He already looks half dead.”
There is a silence that follows, only filled by the sound of your own heart thumping.
“You’re never going to convince him otherwise, bro.” Lo’ak responds, amused tone faltering greatly.
Stepping forward, you curve yourself around a thick tree trunk in effort to discreetly get a better look at the pair. Lo’ak’s back is facing towards you but even from this low vantage point, the lines of his tense muscle are easy to spot. Your golden eyes have become specialized for seeing in the dark after all these years, allowing a better image of his form and mannerisms. You are used to reading people’s expressions and body language with only the dim glow of eclipse.
“Stubborn skxawng.” Unip shakes his head before leaning against the sturdy trunk. His scowl is illuminated by the soft red glow of a patch of sprouting flowers. The sight makes your stomach twist.
Have things truly gotten this bad?
“Neteyam won’t leave her. You and I both know that. All that can be done is make peace with it.” Lo’ak shrugs his shoulders.
“And watch him turn into an old man in a few years. Those bags are sure to be bad for his pretty boy appearance.” Unip quips back, causing both the males to break out into laughter.
The tension visibly eases between them but you are not laughing. In fact, you can feel the beginning of those twisting nerves pushing bile up your throat. All joyful anticipation has washed from your features, replaced with dread and horror.
Your feet drum against the forest floor, stuck on autopilot and effectively taking you home. The beginning of streaming tears threaten to drop past your eyes.
It’s true that Neteyam has been tired but it isn’t till now that you reply back your interactions and his recent appearance. Those dark circles aren’t as prevalent in the light of eclipse, perhaps they are more telling in daylight. Neteyam has a way of falling asleep in a matter of seconds once hitting the mat but you have always assumed that to be a part of his nature. Some people are naturally deep sleepers.
However, now, all of these signs appear in a different light for you. Each conversation is played back in your head but of course Neteyam has never let his weaknesses show, especially ones that could be brought on by you. You know this and yet it is only now that you scold yourself for not being more perceptive, for not seeking advice and perspective from those around him.
His family and friends have an advantage that you can not achieve. Surely they would be the first to notice his changes in demeanor and health. They are the ones watching him work, train, and interact more closely with clan members. You have never been more envious of those walking in the sun in your entire life. This condition has always been a hassle for you but now it has turned into true heartache.
This weakness that Eywa has given you is no longer just affecting you but now your perfect mate. This disease has spread to him in a way you scold yourself for not anticipating.
How is he supposed to become Olo’eyktan, protecting and guiding the People all while being tethered to you?
Eywa has destined your life to be forever restricted to the shadows, but that is not Neteyam’s path.
You can spot the familiar dark canvases of your hut in the trees up ahead. No doubt Neteyam has already returned home at this point, if not then he will soon. Less than an hour earlier you were ecstatic to see him but now the thought of seeing those tired eyes makes you want to curl up into a ball.
Needing more time to process, you opt to take a different route, one that leads to a secluded waterfall. Safe in the greenery and now sitting in the shallow area of the glowing water, you take a moment to breathe. Water trickles into a soothing pattern that has been associated with your memories in this found sanctuary.
Truly, none of this should be a surprise. This ailment has been the driving course of your life thus far and you’ve grown used to it, letting go of certain aspects that are not meant for you. Neteyam is just another one of those. He is beyond your reach. Keeping him here would only hurt the clan. They need a leader that can be with them, present both physically and mentally. For the greater good it is time to let him become that Olo’eyktan.
Perhaps you would have accepted this fact and stuck to it earlier on were it not for the great love you hold for him. Neteyam Sully holds your heart and soul effortlessly in his hands. There will never be another that lights up your life the same way he does and truth be told, you don’t want there to be. Forever your first and only love.
Regardless, the time for being selfish is over.
Some Na’vi have the honor of dying a warrior’s death, going down in the name of protecting the People. Others sacrifice their time and energy serving the clan daily in the name of Eywa. You have been kept back from either of these duties so it makes sense that giving up the future Olo’eyktan would be your contribution.
After all, how are you supposed to serve as Tsahik with your limitations?
This makes sense. Your brian tells you this is the logical solution. Life will go on. You will return back to a life that you have come to be content with over the years and Neteyam will find a proper mate that can serve The People by his side.
Still, it is impossible to ignore the cracks that are slowly developing in your heart. It is difficult to imagine a life without your true love. The thought alone has a sob crawling up your throat. This sound however is morphed into a strange shriek when a pair of muscular arms suddenly grasp and pull you back against a hard chest.
The water splashes around the two of you and you can feel the rumble of Neteyam’s laughter as you are awkwardly shifted in his arms.
“Baby girl, you are really off your game today.” He teases fondly before nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck. An efficient shuffle has you more familiarly settled between the corded muscle of his toned thighs. Instinctually you lean back against him.
“What? Nothing to say in your defense?”
“Oh yeah uh just tired.” You lamely respond.
“Silly Tanhi, today has barely begun.”
For you.
The day has barely begun for you and only you. Every other Na’vi enjoy the blissful alignment of the sun and their ‘days’. You are the outlier.
Gathering up your courage you finally lift yourself onto your knees and turn to face him. Neteyam grins, but for once you aren’t focused on the gleams of those pearly teeth. Sure enough there are dark circles in a crescent shape beneath his eyes. You reach out to thumb at those dark contrasts. The alpha blissfully misreads this as cupping his cheek. He leans into the touch and his smile broadens.
“My sweet sevin.” He mumbles. Your stomach tightens back into that knot. Finally, he seems to notice the shift in your demeanor. The smile falters and he places his hand over the one cupping his cheek. The large veined hand completely covers yours.
“What’s wrong?”
It seems an impossible task to go through with what you know must be done. A part of you considers holding off, letting it last a little longer before you lose him forever. However, that would only result in a more sleep deprived Omatikaya Prince and the suffering of future Olo’eyktan.
The longer you take to respond the faster the amusement in those golden orbs declines. He calls your name softly and turns his head to gently peck your palm.
“I just-” You steady yourself. The words feel like acid crawling up your throat and sitting pressed against him only makes it burn more. Cautiously you detach yourself completely and settle down on the colorful rocks lining the shallow river.
Neteyam immediately stiffens. His tail curls up into high alert and his ears twitch back slightly, but still you can see the now fake smile plastered on his face.
“You’re…tired.” It’s a weak start but they are the only words you can force out.
There is a flicker of surprise in his features but it melts away into a mocking eye roll. The corners of his lips are back to being turned up in a more genuine manner.
“Well of course I’m a little tired Tanhi. Every mighty warrior should be if he’s done his job right.” The alpha chuckles and you can almost taste the deviation of his pheromones. He confidently reaches out to take your hand in his. “But never too tired to spend time with my sweet little star.”
The cool rush of water is a dramatic contrast to the warm grasp Neteyam has on your hand. It feels like fire that curls up your veins and pushes tears to the back of your eyes. It’s too painful to be close like this. To see him obliviously flirt and cuddle as if all is well when you know deep down that this will be the last time you feel his touch.
“No, I mean exhausted. Ma Neteyam-” You shut your mouth tight. That phrase was so easily in your arsenal of vocabulary but it’s time to start training yourself to stop using it. You brush the circles under his eyes again. “You haven’t been getting enough sleep.”
Realization seems to dawn for him.
“Oh you mean my eyes. Lo’ak was teasing me earlier about it. Didn’t think it would bother you so much, sevin, but I’m sure my grandmother has some herbs to lighten the color.” He laughs lightly.
“No, Neteyam. This is bad for you. Staying up every night only to push yourself to the limit the next day. Living in that darkened hut. Spending every last fiber of energy you have spending time with me. Taking care of me-”
“That is what mates do, Tanhi. I don’t want it any other way-”
“I am bad for you!”
The words cut through the air and suddenly every remnant of the playful atmosphere has disappeared.
“Don’t say stuff like that, Tanhi.” His voice is firm, stern enough to be considered reprimanding. Neteyam eyes darken onto a duller glow. The musky scent of your mate shifts into that of a stronger presence. It’s moments like that that you remember how distinct his second gender is.
“Neteyam, you know I’m right. This condition is no longer just hurting me but you too. Playing this game of back and forth makes no sense.”
He sits up straight, back stiff as a rod. It takes everything in you to hold that gaze without bursting into tears and backing down. The flicker of his tail has turned into frantic swatting as his lips curl downwards.
“What are you trying to say, love?”
You gulp and prepare yourself to utter words that weigh heavy in your heart.
“We have to end this.”
Silence drags on. The rush of running water and purring wildlife is the only thing that fills the air. Your tail swishes nervously in the water, causing a slight splash. No matter which way you squint or tilt your head, Neteyam’s expression is unreadable. Even your enhanced night vision is not enough to fully understand or anticipate the brewing emotions beneath those golden eyes.
“No.”
Your mind sputters to a halt at the snipped response. He’s giving you nothing to work with.
“Neteya-”
“Where is all of this coming from, yawne?” He reaches forward to cup your cheek but you stand up before he can. This close proximity is becoming too much. Perhaps it’s cowardly, but you need a reprieve from his love-filled gaze and tender touches. Otherwise, there is no way you will be able to do what needs to be done. You wonder if he knows this as you are met with a toned chest at eye level blocking your path.
“Did something happen?”
“No.”
“Then why are you so worried all of a sudden?” He pleads for an answer but you have finally managed to slip past him and wade out of the water. The drum of your feet rings in your ears, taking you to Eywa knows where. Neteyam is hot on your heels.
“It’s not just worry, it’s logic, Neteyam. Can’t you see? You are going to be Olo’eyktan. The People need a leader that won’t be tied to some nocturnal Na’vi that drains the last bit of energy you have left.”
The alpha goes to interject but the words are flying out of your mouth at such a speed at this rate, he has no opportunity.
“They will need a Tsahik that can do more than just work a night shift. Not to mention one that actually understand healing protocal-”
“My grandmother has already offered to teach you.” He counters, stomping feet practically nipping at your heels. It’s not that you mean to walk away from him, but the dam that holds your suffocating emotions at bay is starting to crack and crumble. One look at him could weaken your resolve. This has to be done fast, ripped off like an adhesive bandage.
“You deserve to be with someone that can lead The People with you. A mate that can serve both you and the clan in a way I never can. An omega that is a proper mate.”
A strong hand clamps around your bicep and spins you around. Neteyam glowers down at you with an intensity that is borderline desperate. The tears are starting to leave a glaze over your eyes, even as you avoid his own at any cost.
“You are my mate. You are the woman that I choose to spend the rest of my days with.” He tries to gently tilt your face towards him by grabbing your chin, but you flick it off. “We are mated before Eywa.” The crack in his voice tears at your heart.
“I shouldn’t have let it go on this long, I’m sorry. I foolishly let myself believe that you and I are meant to be but now it is clear that my head was simply in the clouds.” A sob thickens your voice until it is barely tangible. Words are failing you and you idly wonder how many more you will truly be able to manage in this state.
You attempt to flee from his embrace once more, just a moment to escape that heartbreaking stare that follows your every move. Neteyam holds you gently by the biceps but there is enough force there to keep you in place.
“We are, Tahni. All these other obstacles are just that, obstacles. Things we can overcome.” He slumps down, determined to finally have your eyes meet his. The curtain of your flowing hair is a weak shield against these efforts. You can feel the heat of his escalating breath tickle at your cheeks. He swoops in closer slowly, with the caution of closing in on a skittish prey. “It’s just you and me, little star.”
The flat of his nose finally rests against yours, lips only a sudden movement away.
There are promises of familiar comfort and happiness in this intimate position. Your nature keens towards his gentle touch. It prompts you to hide away every other concern, worried that it could break this moment of tranquility.
However, that is exactly what you do.
“You have to break it.”
There is a pause, a moment of shock that you take advantage of. Slipping out his hold, you watch realization slink across his features. It’s blood chilling, the look of horror that is clearly evident upon his handsome face. It’s a rare thing to render Neteyam speechless. He has grown up learning how to lead and command a room with confidence and grace. Seeing him now, mouth agape as his thoughts lag, it’s easier to see that there is simply a normal man behind the mighty warrior.
A male that you have managed to strip away the light in his eyes, all evidence of excitement lost.
It is now that you can truly see the aching restlessness and lost nights of sleep in his demeanor. He wilts before you.
“You don’t mean that.” He insists, voice now hollow of its usual domineering confidence.
“I do.” The timber of your voice shivers and shakes, doing nothing to strengthen your resolve. Still, the lost look that Neteyam sends you absolutely wrenches at your heart. “It’s what’s best for everyone.”
Words that are meant to reassure him at least slightly only make his tail halt movement, obvious that the phrase only digs the dagger deeper into his chest.
“Everyone?” He whispers, hairless eyebrows drawing together. Hesitant steps lead you backwards, eager to begin your journey away from this tornado of darkened emotions. Away from the raincloud you have created between the two of you. “You…this is what you want?”
Want.
That small word is a palpable distinction. To change this argument from what needs to be done to the inner workings of your desires and dreams. To veer it towards the ever flowing river of devotion and love you know will always be in your heart for him. It’s the one move that leaves you completely defenseless.
This is the last thing that you want.
He has to know that. He must know that. And perhaps that is why he faces you with this question head on, forcing you to say the words out loud. It’s a towering wall that you have no hopes of climbing. Lying is not your strong suit. Neteyam knows that.
“Please Neteyam.” You send your final plea before turning on your heel and bolting. Vanishing into the trees before he has a second to form one syllable.
Lying isn’t your strength, but hiding is something you are familiar with.
“She’ll probably cool down.” Lo’ak reassures him, handing a leaf with larvae to Neteyam.
“What did I do wrong?” Neteyam wonders out loud. It’s difficult for Lo’ak to tell whether or not that question is rhetorical. The eldest Sully’s eyes are focused on the horizon, he’s lost. Off somewhere else.
“Nothing, bro! Not everything is that simple.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Neteyam sees the wooden cup of strong drink pushed toward him but he declines. Drinking is the last thing he needs right now, although it is tempting. These past two days have been pure torture and sorrow. Washing every clouding thought away with the swig of fermented fruit would surely keep his mind off of you for a while, but it would never stop the permanent ache in his chest.
Although Neteyam knows he must look awful because even his father encourages him to drink, despite the duties he is set to carry out the next day. Most nights he is advised to keep his wits about him, but Jake has let up since the event.
“There has to be something I could’ve said. Perhaps something I can say now.”
“Bro, you’ve already said more than enough. If your constant notes and begging haven’t got her to let you into the hut, I don’t think words are the problem here.” A grimace is etched into Lo’ak’s features but Neteyam turns away from the sight. He can’t handle the look of pity that his family seems to constantly be shooting him.
He looks miserable. He is miserable. Every Na’vi with eyes can see that much. However, he doesn’t want sympathy. He needs solutions. A plan that will set things right again. Anything to bring his littler start back into his arms.
“Ma Teyam,” Neteyiri gently coos, haunching forward to tuck on the tangled braids behind his ear. “Perhaps it is time to give her some space.”
Usually his mother’s presence has the power to soothe away the worst of his worries, but today all he can do is sigh at her words. Sitting in problems has never been his strong suit. Neteyam is used to problem solving. Coming up with a strategy and executing it until the issue is nothing but a distant memory. He prays to Eywa that this too will become just that. Something that can be laughed at down the road.
However, sitting here now surrounded by people and never feeling more lonely, it’s hard to imagine ever laughing at such a thing.
Neteyam continues to pick at the grass next to the untouched meal. The sun has been down for over an hour now. Dinner is wrapping up and there is still no sight of you…again. Every crunch of a leaf or flitter of voices has him turning to search for your small frame in the darkness. It’s an effort that leaves him empty handed every time but, no matter the frequency of failure he can’t stop himself from whipping his head around anyway.
“You know, there was a time that I was upset with your father. Livid, actually. And yet here we are today.” Neytiri almost purrs, trying to comfort her son.
“Yeah and did he wait around and give you space?” The words come out harsher than intended but Neytiri doesn’t tell him off like usual. Instead her ears pin back and she runs a thumb across his cheek. Jake and Neytiri lock eyes from across the fire, a silent communication that has Jake clearing his throat.
“I’m not sure if I’m the prime example in this scenario, kid.” A deep chuckle accentuates Jake’s words. He goes to close his mouth and leave it at that but his mate sends him one fierce look that lets him know he is far from done comforting their eldest. “I mean uh truth be told, I was an absolute knucklehead before I met your mother.”
“Still are.” She corrects him.
Jake doesn’t try to fight against the claim, but he does nervously clasp the back of his neck, searching for the right words to say.
“Tanhi still hasn’t eaten. Must go.” Neteyam abruptly calls, on his feet within a heartbeat. He gently cradles his untouched meal in the palm of his hand as he navigates his way out of the circle of his family. Neytiri sighs and Jake sends her an apologetic look as they watch their son slither off into the night once again.
Even Tuk sends sad eyes in the direction of her older brother as he walks away.
Upon reaching the dark curtains of your hut, Neteyam is unsure whether or not you still reside inside. There is no sign of light emanating inwards. For a moment he is convinced that you have slipped out during his absence, but then there is a ruffle of covers that his ears manage to pick up. Stalking forward carefully, he leans in to pick up on every sound possible.
Even with his alpha hearing, there is little to no noise coming from the hut. Or at least no sound that is useful to him in any way. He wonders what you are up to within those darkened walls. His hindbrain urges him to go inside and find out for himself, cradle you in his arms till there are promises of never leaving again. However, he knows better than that.
Neteyam waits to be invited in.
“Tanhi?” The sound echoes through the night air, but no response comes. With a sigh he kneels down by the entrance, cautiously pushing the leaf underneath the thick rim of fabric.
“You missed dinner again.” Neteyam knows he shouldn’t expect a response at this point, but his tail still naturally droops to the floor when one doesn’t come. “I brought some for you.”
He waits once more, but silence hangs heavy in the air. Neteyam’s ears twitch to focus in on the minute sounds again. The shallow breathing is confirmation enough of your presence. A part of him almost wishes that he is talking to a blank piece of fabric. If you had left then he could have at least spent that anxious energy scouring the forest for your slim frame. If you had left it would give him hope that you’ve hunted, eaten, gone on a walk. Anything that isn’t sitting in your hut.
“Do me a favor, baby. Please eat something. Maybe you have been when I’m not breathing down your neck,” He gives a humorless laugh. “But…I just want to make sure you’re healthy. I’m starting to get worried.”
When the silence continues he doesn’t leave immediately. The weight of the stress and heartache is tangible. He can feel it in his bones. He can sense it when in the lag of his maneuvers and movements during flight in his training. Truth be told, Neteyam is sure that it’s visible to others, shining through in his trudging walk to and fro.
Sitting here in the grass, the same place he had spent that first night you started icing him out, he can feel the weight of sleep pulling him downwards. The muscles of his body scream in protest at every movement. Physically his body is ready to give way, but his hindbrain weaves together signs of distress all night long.
His instincts yearn to be close to you again, close to his mate who he shares a special connection with that nothing can replace. At times it is painful, that bond between the two of you. Neteyam remembers many days where that connection has been physically fortified by your time together, binding tighter with every brush of his fingers along your skin. However, he did not anticipate the effects of the opposite reaction.
Going to sleep alone and cold, leaves a heavy weight on his chest. At times it feels almost suffocating. Sleeping outside of your hut doesn’t erase these pains, but it does dull them slightly. He wonders if you’ve ever stepped over him during his slumber. Actively trying to or not, his senses remain on high alert throughout the night. He can wake at the drop of a leaf, false hope that it may be your small form finally stepping past those heavy curtains.
“Neteyam.” His head whips around at the voice, but it isn’t your honey timber that flits through his ears. Instead it comes from behind him, where Kiri stands with her hands woven together in front of her.
“What’s wrong?”
Not bothering to answer, she instead motions for him to follow her. He glances back at the entrance of your hut, but one look at Kiri’s down turned lips has him groggily shifting back onto his feet. She doesn’t speak till the two of them are out of ear shot.
“Mom and Dad sent you?” Neteyam guesses, tail already drooping between his legs. It bothers him that his parents are rushing to bandage things up, treating him like a child. Advice is appreciated at the best of times, but this is his life. He is an adult, and has been for years now. The rift that has been fortified between you two is his problem to solve and therefore his choice on how to fix it.
“No, just thought I would save you from making a fool of yourself.” She continues to effortlessly lead him away from the hut.
“I’m just dropping some food off.”
“I know.” There is no hint of mocking or disbelief in her tone. She simply grabs his hand gently and guides him back along the path home. Neteyam braces himself for a spew of advice but it never comes. Kiri to his surprise is silent, no hint of tension lingering between them. Still, he knows what message is being conveyed. No matter how much it hurts, he can’t continue to barricade your front door.
It’s moments like these that Neteyam comes to truly admire how much his younger sister has grown up. She prances through the forest with a humble confidence. Each step taken with the certainty of belonging. Kiri no longer needs others to tell her who she is. Similarly she feels no need to press her opinions on her older brother. She waits patiently. As if she knows that he will come to her when the time is right.
It is a quality he looks upon with great fondness and gratitude.
Life has thrown you more obstacles than you care to count. This condition has been a stumbling block your entire life, but you refuse to let it keep you from the finishing line. You consider yourself a persevering person, one that is not easily taken down. When things get difficult you have always been taught to gather your bearings and get to work. Some sacrifices are painful but meant to be left behind if they are keeping you from fulfilling a happy and purposeful life.
So for the first few days, you try to get back into your normal routine. The first night was spent weaving baskets together through the blurred vision of your tears. The basket came out looking like it had been mauled by a Palulukan. Regardless you continued to attempt getting back into your old routine, however those were usually filled with night hunts, an activity you were terrified of seeing Neteyam at. So you declined.
However, truth be told, it only takes twenty four hours to realize that this heartbreak is intruding upon everything you do. You open your eyes as sunset turns to Eclipse and the first thing that surfaces is the dread at needing to go to communal dinner. So, you push dinner off. Neteyam is persistent in bringing you a plate each night, usually saying a few apologies and begging once again for you to come out.
Your lips are raw and sore from biting into them in order to keep sobs at bay every time he comes to visit. Those first few nights he spent laying outside your hut was an awful mixture of longing and agony. His potent essence was easily carried through the night wind, constantly bringing it to your senses. You had twisted in the thin blankets on your hammock to stop yourself from going out there and cuddling next to him.
On the third night, he doesn’t stay.
You expect to feel relieved when he silently sets the serving of food down and leaves.
And yet, there is a part of you that longs for the draw of his smooth voice, no matter how distraught and rough it has become over the past few days. A part of you seems to also intrinsically sense his presence, even in the midst of slumber. Now that he spends his nights away from your hut, the emotional turmoil has become too much to handle.
Simple tasks pose as daunting accomplishments, ones that already feel like impending defeat. So, you slowly start losing those habits too. Your eyes run out of tears to shed so instead you spend more than a reasonable amount of time pondering on your life. You consider what it is that brought you to these circumstances, questioning whether or not you were the one to blame for this heartbreak. Perhaps, you were the one easily swayed into promises of fairy tales.
Before you know it a whole week has passed and you haven’t stepped foot outside. Recognizing this fact makes you feel pathetic and helpless, something that you don’t take a liking to. So, with red rimmed eyes and a congested nose, you take up a new purpose. Wielding together weapons from the materials in your hut.
Although they’re nothing to gawk at, the finished results are enough to convince yourself that you are contributing to the welfare of the clan. The steps are repetitive and allow your thoughts to wander while doing so. By the second week you have donated a fair amount to the hunting parties without having to leave your home, thanks to the kindness of your mother.
Your parents drop in frequently, but it’s obvious that they too find these visits painful. It’s an emotional ball and chain to see you wither away into something different. Visits that used to be full of vibrant laughter and storytelling now consist mostly of their own updates and pleas for you to come outside. Each time you assure them that you will…soon.
It’s not a lie, at least not to you.
Despite the physical ache of your heart every time you think of Neteyam’s smiling face and the bond that is now nothing but dust between you, there is still hope in your heart. A hope that someday you will recover from these lovesick feelings and finally be able to look upon the Omatikaya prince as any other clan member would. Purpose will return to your everyday tasks and Neteyam will only reside in your mind as Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya.
Still, you would be naive to ignore the weighted awareness of his presence that consumes you every time he comes to drop meals off. You can sense him before his footsteps are even audible. Occasionally, he will say a few encouraging words or promises of solution but some nights he simply places the food there and stares at it sadly before disappearing once more. Both instances strangle your heart in their grasp.
You thought that his scent would lessen once the bond was broken, but you figure it is alpha status to thank for always sending his essence of fresh pine through your hut at each visit. In some ways it feels like the only full breaths you took. The woven walls still allow air in, but only breezes warped with his scent remind you of being outside.
It’s on the two week mark that there is a shift in the miserable routine. No meal is brought to the entryway. Hours go by and Neteyam never comes by. You’ve been living off of those nightly meals and while one meal is not hardly enough to maintain a status of full health, its loss is even worse. At first, it appears that Neteyam has given up. He is tired of chasing after you and rightfully so you suppose. This is meant to be a step in the right direction, but you cry yourself to sleep that night. Apparently, your body had an extra storage of tears after all.
However, when it happens again, your theories start to change. A small slice of fruit is left outside on a leaf by the curtains in place of a meal. It’s delicious with juice squirting along your tongue in a dramatic symphony of taste. It’s the type of experience that leaves one wanting for more. Initially you are disappointed when the small piece is gone, but you remember where this food comes from. It would only take a five minute walk to approach the communal fire and snatch some away for yourself.
Only moments away from dipping outside that entry way for the first time in two weeks, you have another thought.
Neteyam only put one piece.
Would it not have been easier to leave a whole fruit rather than take the time to cut and separate one morsel of it onto a leaf as an offering.
It wasn’t an offering, it was an enticement.
You stay behind, trying to forget the sweet tang of the dessert.
Sure enough the suspicion is correct when the next night one piece of wrapped chocolate is left outside with a note.
Found this during the raid this week. There’s a whole bag left sitting in my hut. Let me know if you want some more.
-Neteyam
The chocolate is a tiny ball wrapped in a red textured material that is unfamiliar to Pandora. Chocolate is something you never knew of before Neteyam. However, now it has become one of your all time favorite delicacies, especially with the rarity of its availability. Neteyam took a great liking to showing you around the outpost and the stocked treasures they were stealing from the old Hell’s Gate post and the new trains they were constantly raiding. He would explain the random customs and stories of Sky People that he hears from his father while carefully unwrapping the delicious pieces for you.
Some days you would even have him read some of the English text, whether from the wrappers or other books that are kept around the outpost for the human scientists to enjoy at their leisure. You never understand a word of what he says, but the sounds are fascinating to hear in Neteyam’s familiar timber. Although the Mother Tongue of the Sky Demons, you’ve always been fascinated by Neteyam’s ability to speak it. Something very distinctly attractive about his extra abilities.
You sigh and thumb at the round ball of chocolate. It melts on your tongue, creating an explosion of sweet smooth sensations. Leave it to Neteyam to try and lure you out through your love of chocolate. That night you flatten out the wrapper, running your thumb over the English text that appears as nothing more than scribbles to you. It serves as a painful reminder of the golden memories the two of you have shared.
It remains clamped in your fist the entire day.
Heavy eyelids blinking open slowly, you can still feel the strange texture of that wrapper between your fingers. Contrary to your lack of activity, your body feels sore. Every muscle seems to be wound the wrong way and the air in your hut feels moist and stuffy. Stretching out, your foot hits the food supplies basket you keep and knocks it over. You stumble to put the object away, or rather you try to before you realize that it’s empty.
The last of your supplies is gone.
Regardless of your feelings and fears, you need to go outside today. It’s time to face the music.
Your toes curl and feet flex before carefully shifting to stand. Pushing aside clusters of baskets and tools you finally breach the front entryway of your hut. Expecting the air to have cooled down by now, your skin prickles strangely at the feeling of heat against your back. You rush to throw off whatever blanket or item of clothing that must have stuck to you but then your eyes are blinded. Sheer light invades your vision, drenching every sight in white.
Stumbling across the forest floor, it truly takes you more than a moment to understand what is happening. The harsh light, the foreign heat. This is sunlight.
A pure beam of sunlight that has not disappeared behind the moon yet.
Your delayed reaction finally allows you to search for the entryway and try to scramble towards safety but it’s impossible to see with the brightness of the world turned up to one hundred. Your eyes can’t manage to stay open for more than a second, each time feeling a burning sensation that is unbearable. Soon, though, it seems to be too late as your limbs grow heavy and your skin heats uncomfortably. Even when that last ray of sunshine disappears, your body continues to torment you with a rising heat.
The sensations become too much. The weight of your own head drags you down. The world spins around you in disorienting directions. Only a glimpse of blue skin is caught before you collapse into someone’s arms and the world turns blissfully black again.
“Move before I kick you out.” Mo’at warns, but her tone holds a morsel of sympathy despite the strict instruction.
You are laid out along the mat of her healer’s tent with half the Sully family gathered around. Neteyam can hardly keep his hands off of you, constantly checking to see if you have cooled down yet. Each time renders him disappointed, ears folding back against his head. Mo’at is quickly losing patience as she is constantly swatting the boy away in order to apply the series of healing balms.
“She’s burning up.” He protests, but finally moves out of her way. His idle hands find a new place along his knees where the blunt nails dig into his skin. Kiri and Tuk surround their brother but are careful to not impede too much on his space. His panicked dread rolls off of him in waves, a palpable tension that can be felt by everyone in the tent.
“How long was she exposed?”
“I don’t know. Can’t be more than a few minutes maybe. She was hardly past the entrance when I found her…I….is she going to be ok?” His voice cracks as tears finally well up over his golden orbs. Tuk places her small hand on his shoulder.
“Only the Great Mother knows that.” She pauses, looking up to see her grandson’s crumbling composure. “She is hot. Her temperature needs to drop significantly.”
The message doesn’t seem to settle on Neteyam. His gaze continues to focus on your unconscious face.
“Neteyam.” His head finally snaps up at his grandmother’s stern voice. “Go fetch me cold water from the river.” A basin is handed to the alpha but she can already tell there is reluctance in his expression.
“Now.” It’s harsher than Mo’at would like to be but she knows that getting the concerned alpha outside of the tent is essential for her to complete the healing rituals. His presence is a distraction that has her own emotions tugging her away from the work at hand.
Neteyam purses his lips and sends one last glance towards you. He cradles your cheek and leans down to softly press a kiss to your forehead, whispering promises to return. Then finally, he rushes out of the tent, driven by the given task.
The hours rush and drag simultaneously for Neteyam. It becomes difficult to believe that it has already been a full twenty four hours and yet every minute that your eyes are not open feels like a year to him. Jake recruits Norm and some of the other scientists to take a look at you in the outpost. Moat is naturally displeased by the change at first but even she can’t deny that the old metal portable is a safer place for you to hide from the sun. Thick blankets and rugs are hung over the windows to keep the rays of sunshine out.
Between the expertise of the scientists with their modern technology and the healing powers of Tsahik, things begin to look grim when there is little to no change in your state. Neteyam becomes increasingly more tense with every passing hour that yields no result. At some point his family stops trying to convince him to take breaks. Tuk takes it upon herself to gather and deliver a good serving from the communal fire for her older brother at every meal.
Kiri is constantly teetering between helping her grandmother wrap cooling salves of thick leaves on your skin and foraging through the forest for different materials that could be used to create various healing ointments.
Lo’ak tries to provide his brother with some pleasant company. If not that, then at least an annoying younger brother that can keep his mind off the matter for a few minutes. He tells jokes and shares random stories, usually featuring young alphas and the things their idiotic pride leads them to do. He has a plethora of these events saved up, having been training the new batch of future warriors almost daily. Those stories shift to other couples’ drama and fights when Neteyam laments over the past few weeks, assuring his brother that rough patches are normal in relationships and that perhaps he is not the worst skxawng to be found in the forest.
Jake and Neytiri watch the scene with sorrowful eyes, discussing in the privacy of their home what needs to be done for their son and you.
At hour thirty six, you begin to squirm. Every muscle seems to creek with each movement, seemingly as rusty and worn as the door to the outpost that takes an extra shove to open. It’s the burning heat that you notice next. It seems to travel along your veins and cover you in a suffocating cloud. It brings on feelings of almost claustrophobic symptoms.
Finally, the flutter of your lashes reveal your golden eyes to the synthetic lighting of the outpost makeshift hospital wing. Only one electric light is turned on down the hallway. The rest of the ambience comes from lit candles scattering the surfaces around you. Their flicker is soft and soothing, but it’s the familiar scent of timber and pine that has your muscles finally relaxing.
The surface beneath your head is cool to the touch, you rub your cheek against it.
“Tanhi.”
That soft makeshift pillow is his thigh. Your already burning cheeks seem to reach new levels of inflamed rose color as you drowsily look up at him.
“You’re awake.” His voice is thick with emotion, almost choking the sounds from his throat. On its own volition your hand shakily reaches up to swipe away the tear traveling down his cheek. His skin is cool to the touch, such a different contrast to the usual warmth that you remember radiating off of him in your nights together. Your thin arm shakes from the strain of holding it upwards, he grabs your wrist gently and reluctantly helps you lower it back to your side.
“Yes.” The sound comes out more hoarse and gravelly than you anticipated. You clear your throat before continuing. “How long have I been out?”
“Over a day.”
A few moments of sunlight and suddenly a day and a half has been taken from you. It’s a lot to process, especially with the hazy pounding assaulting your head with every moment. The usual strength and energy in your body seems to have greatly dissipated, leaving you feeling as nothing but a shell of your normal self. Your attempt at sitting up is not only hindered by the strain of your abs but also cut short by Neteyam’s large hands gently pushing you back down.
“No no Tanhi, just rest. Don’t strain yourself.” It’s too easy to settle your head back onto his welcoming lap. A small voice at the back of your head warns you of reversing all the progress that has been made, but it seems insignificant when Neteyam begins to tenderly brush his fingers through your hair. Nothing can take away the ache of your body and heat of your blood boiling but his touch does finally stir your heartbeat into a steady rhythm. It’s as if a weight is lifted off of you as your senses become filled with his essence. Every point of contact between you is like fire and ice. He is the ice that you welcome greatly, the only thing that seems to relieve the burning along your skin.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper, eyes almost closed once more.
“Whatever for, love?”
“I don’t mean to trouble you. I should’ve been more diligent, tracking the sun’s cycle..” Your lungs seize into a painful invisible grip, forcing a coughing fit to begin. Neteyam is quick to shush your sentence away and help you get some cool water down. His large hand rests over the heat of your forehead. The eldest Sully frowns down at you, no doubt still feeling the evidence of your raging fever.
“Hush, Tanhi. There’s no place I would rather be right now.”
You watch the shadows dance across lines of his collarbones and sharp features as he prepares another cool wrap to lay across your forehead. The grip you have on conscious thought is weak, but even at your mental peak you are sure that there is nothing more beautiful than the man above you. His harsh and sharp features that frame those kind and insightful eyes. He has an ethereal beauty that has always captured you.
“You’re going to be ok.” It’s unclear whether or not the sentiment is meant for you or rather himself. His hairless brows pinch into those familiar clenched lines. You recognize them from days he would come home to, the evidence of his still racing thoughts clearly etched into his features.
Through the constant ache of your body and heat that tries to lure you to sleep, it takes you a moment to recognize the pheromones drifting off of him. You’re surprised to find that you can still identify the shift of emotions through his essence. Supposedly your sense of smell is better than you thought for a beta. The curling sadness and anxiety that comes off of him in waves, however, is something you wish could not be so easily detected. It is foreign and strange when mixed with his calming perfume. Neteyam isn’t usually one easily frazzled.
Neteyam settles a clear plastic over your mouth and it takes a moment before you recognize it as the Avatar oxygen masks. The air filtered through it is clearer and more readily accepted by your lungs. After a few breaths you nod at him and he pulls it away again.
Silence ensues. You yearn to break it with some semblance of an apology or explanation, but the words never come. Your body has other ideas as it drifts in and out of consciousness. Several times you wake to see another member of the Sully family perched next to Neteyam. However, the oldest Sully child never leaves. The hold you have on time becomes almost nonexistent as you slip back and forth between reality and fever induced dreams.
Eventually you begin to wake periodically in Neteyam’s arms, head laying on his chest or coddled in his lap. Each time you consider saying something, knowing that he is no longer your mate. You have no claim on him and therefore no right to use him in this way, but his skin is cool and calms the sizzling heat upon your own. The very idea of creating distance between you two causes a spike of anxiety to take hold.
It would be all too easy to blame this on your fever and the aid he provides, even in your state of watered down thought you know the truth. There is a yearning to be close to him again. To feel the gentle caresses that line your lips and cheeks as you sleep. To fall into a fantasy where the two of you never split, convincing yourself that today is simply a small sick day where your mate pampers you. The natural instincts of your beta nature furthermore aches for the calming presence of an alpha. Even the simple actions of his rising and falling chest that contains a steady heartbeat lulles your nature into a submissive calm.
It is such a dramatic contrast to the empty abyss that has replaced your heart over the past few weeks. Falling into Neteyam feels natural, as expected as the waves that crash against the shore. It’s an ironic feeling to have considering the most inconvenient and problematic characteristics of your relationship. He was never meant to be yours.
You chant those words in your head, willing them to echo true.
This time, your eyes flutter lazily open to the feeling of his slim tail wrapping itself around your upper thigh. With creaky drowsiness you look up to find him fast asleep, lips parted softly with shallow breaths escaping soundlessly. Sprawled across him, head on his chest, this position resembles that of your usual sleeping position together. Or at least, what it used to be. Before the first cracks of dawn you would slip back into the tent and gently fall into his dozing embrace. It was not uncommon to find his tail slink around one of your limbs possessively all while never stirring from his unconscious state.
Looking around the dingy outpost, it’s just the two of you. The plastic material of the mask around your neck feels uncomfortable around your heated skin. You find a matching one around Neteyam’s own throat. Although showing no signs of struggling breathing, you gently place it against his lips. When the clear oxygen filtered through his lips, Neteyam stirs.
You contemplate faking sleep when his ears twitch and eyes slowly open, but they immediately land on you.
“Yawne.” Neteyam groans, voice thick with sleep. The deep rumble of his morning voice always makes your stomach do somersaults. “How are you feeling, Tanhi?”
His ears pin back when you veer away from his efforts to cup your cheek.
“A bit better.” Your arms tremble as they push against Neteyam pectorals to try and sit up properly. Despite his gentle protests, you finally manage to remain upright for the first time in days. The room spins around you. It’s only by the grace of Neteyam’s hands supporting your back that you remain sitting. “What time is it?”
It feels like night but then again the heavy blankets over the outpost windows would show no indication of broad daylight if present.
“Middle of the night.”
“Then I should go.” Your feet are barely planted on the ground before Neteyam is pulling you back into his arms.
“You don’t really think I’m going to let you out there in this condition, do you?” His chest rumbles with a stern timber, but his hold is tender and gentle. You are tempted to roll your eyes at the protective behavior, but you’re worried that doing so would put the room back into orbit again.
“You need rest.”
“I can rest at home.”
“Like hell you will.” Neteyam scoffs, using another phrase he so commonly picks up from his father. You can practically feel the protective growl that yearns to climb up his throat, but a sigh comes out in its place. “You’re shaking, Tanhi. Let me take care of you.”
His knuckles graze your cheek delicately, sending a cool shiver along your shoulders.
“I don’t think that is a good idea.”
Neteyam’s hand stills before dropping heavily to his lap. The heated breath coming from his lips tickles at the back of your neck. Were it not for your already trembling form you are sure that his presence alone would erupt goosebumps and shivers along your body. The pressing weight of silence is dizzying, tempting you to lay back down. You can practically hear the cogs in his head turning at a rapid pace.
“Please just hear me out for a moment.”
Turning around to face him takes more effort than you would like to admit. Seeing those sad golden eyes without melting takes even more.
“Five minutes is all I ask.” You hesitate, biting your bottom lip. “And if by the end of it you are sick of hearing from me then I promise I will leave you alone. My grandmother will take over caring for you and I will…respect your wishes.” His words are strangled, that suffocating dread pulling his features into a deep frown.
“Ok.”
The shimmer of hope is barely visible in his shining eyes but it still wrenches your heart.
“My entire life has been about being Olo’eyktan. I’ve watched my father lead the people since I could barely walk and since then I have always known that someday that would be me. I wake up every day and the first thought that comes to mind is what needs to be done in order to become the mighty leader that everyone expects me to be. For a long time I’ve thought that my path was already decided by Eywa. Find an omega suitable of being tsahik, settle down with her, and lead till my son can take over. I was ok with that, I’d accepted my fate.” Neteyam shifts to his knees, fingernails digging slightly into his own thighs. Apprehension spoils his scent, creating a new mixture you are unfamiliar with. It’s then that you realize you’ve never seen Neteyam nervous before.
“Then I met you.”
Your eyes dart to the laminate floor.
“I…I’m usually a lot better with words.” He chuckles nervously while rubbing the back of his neck. “It occurred to me recently that I’ve been negligent in our relationship. I never truly explained why I chose you. Why you are the person I can’t live without. Perhaps if I had we wouldn’t be in this situation now.”
“Neteyam it’s not-”
“Please let me finish, Tanhi.”
You nod softly, careful to not increase the already blooming headache pounding at your skull.
“I’ve never met anyone like you.” A weak snort transforms into a cough raking up your throat. “I don’t mean because of ailment, yawne.” He clarifies and you suddenly feel embarrassed for assuming so quickly. Neteyam pauses his little speech to reach behind and once again carefully bring a cup of water to your parched lips. Gratefully, you let the cool substance slink down your throat to soothe the scratchy ache.
Once he seems to be sure that another fit is not about to come on, Neteyam continues.
“You have this unyielding spirit, determined to forage through any storm. Eywa herself puts you in the shadows and you conquer the terrain. The air around you hums with a quiet confidence that is…” He searches for the right word. “Intoxicating.”
A laugh escapes your lips and yet you feel nothing resembling humor. Your hairless eyebrows scrunch in disbelief. Neteyam shows no acknowledgment of your reaction as he instead puts the mask back against your mouth.
“I’ve been drawn to you since that first night hunt. Surely, that isn’t a secret.” He laughs into his own mask that is raised to his lips. If only he knew how oblivious you were to his intentions those first few weeks. “You’re fiercely determined and independent yet hold a gentle empathy and kindness for those around you that I could only ever hope to imitate. And stubborn too.” Neteyam chuckles with a shake of his head. “Fucking stubborn enough to tell a dumb alpha like me off, consequences be damned.”
Your lungs can only manage a simple huffed laugh, but the corners of your lips are already turning upwards subconsciously.
“When I’m around you,” His eyes pierce through you. “I can finally bear that weighted pressure of expectations on my chest. You make it light.” Neteyam leans forward and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your upturned ear. “My little star.”
Your cheeks are damp and it is only then that you realize tears drops have been escaping your eyes. Neteyam thumbs them away with tender care.
“I’ve grown accustomed to sacrificing whatever it takes to become Olo’eyktan. I’ve written my life off as not my own. I’ve given everything I can and could in order to fulfill this role. You are the only thing that I can not sacrifice. And maybe that is selfish of me, but I also know that without you I’m simply a shell of the man I am with you.”
“I could never be Olo’eyktan without you by my side.”
“But how am I supposed to be beside you when I can’t even step a foot into the sun without falling apart at the seams?”
“You truly think that I haven’t thought about that, yawne?” Neteyam’s lips quirk into an amused smile. “I guess now would be a good time to tell you that Lo’ak and I have been building a black out healers tent.” You gape at him. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I suppose I should’ve known better than to think I could pull one over on you.”
It’s foolish, you tell yourself. Another darkened tent doesn’t solve all of the problems. It doesn’t erase the strain this relationship would have on Neteyam or allow you to operate during the daytime hours, unless you are content to remain in the tent for all of your days. And yet, there is a sliver of hope growing in your bosom.
“Nete, I don’t know what to say.” His braids swing over the intense eyes that focus on your every move. He’s tense, ready to jump in at the notice of resistance. “But, I can’t live my life in a dark tent.”
“Of course not. I’m talking about a compromise. Lo’ak, he takes over in the mornings while you and I start the day in the midafternoons. Tsahik duties in the tent for a few hours and then the rest of the night spent together. Leading together. Hunting together.” The dopey grin that spreads upon his lips is fiercely adamant in capturing your heart once more. It takes everything in you to not reach out and pinch the mighty warrior’s cheek. A notion Neteyam is known to reprimand with a playful glare.
“You make it sound so simple.” It’s too much to meet his gaze. You prefer the view of the worn down tiles as you take another calming breath from the mask. The pace of your heart is evermore increasing and part of you wonders if this conversation has the ability to make you faint.
A hand beneath your chin gently prods you to look back up again. He whispers your name, soft but clear in the quiet outpost.
“We have a choice.”
The words weigh heavy in the air, drawing your ears to perk forward in anticipation.
“I know that may sound like a lie to you. However, if there is anyone that understands their life being determined from birth, it’s you. You and I have been pushed and kept into our respective boxes, taught to dream of only the realistic paths ahead of us.”
You wish to say it’s untrue, but any other reality has been stripped away from you from your first breath and morphed into only that of fairy tales.
“We get to choose whether or not we believe that. I’ve accepted my destiny, Tanhi, but I can not bring myself to see my journey walking besides anyone that’s not you. I’ve already chosen. You are what I will not sacrifice.” Neteyam’s calloused fingers weave into your hair, hands on the sides of your head.
“It’s your turn, Tanhi. What do you choose?”
“Is that your definition of fumbling words?” Your chuckle is choked with tears. Neteyam’s short laughter joins your own, his lips already starting to spread into that smile you adore so much.
The past few weeks have been a constant building of that fortress around your heart. You’ve tried to convince yourself over and over again that the two of you parting ways is for the best. These mantras have ripped your heart out and left you in a state of empty sadness, but they also have created a sturdy wall, one that is hard to crumble. Naturally, it is Neteyam that ever stands a chance at breaking through. Sweet Neteyam that knows you so thoroughly that he doesn’t require brute force to get through, he finds a hold from the inside, reading you like a book until there is nothing left for you to hide.
This experience has been a draining uphill battle, but one that you have embarked on because you’ve been convinced that the right thing to do is often the hard thing. However, now, the story shifts. You are left wondering if perhaps this whole time, running away is not the hard thing at all. It’s staying that proves to be the most difficult battle to fight. It’s staying that requires your heart to be opened and at the mercy of failure and disappointment. Leaving Neteyam isn’t the noble cause you once thought it to be.
It’s hiding.
“You really have some nerve calling me stubborn.” You try to joke, but tears are already cascading down your cheeks at an alarming rate and you can tell Neteyam is seconds away from scooping you back into his lap.
“Well I admit being stubborn has its reward sometimes.” He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Perhaps it’s paid off for me this time?”
“Perhaps.” You smile coyly at him. It takes bracing a stabilizing hand against the floor to stop yourself from falling over when you lean forward but it’s worth the exhilarating feeling of his lips against yours once more.
Neteyam is cautious and gentle, moving his lips softly in sync with yours, but you can feel the restraint it takes for him not to swallow you whole. However, you are still healing so Neteyam treats you the way you expect any alpha to: like a delicate flower. Your own tears wet the canvas of both of your cheeks and it takes a moment to realize that small droplets are falling from Neteyam’s eyes too.
The kiss is warm and tender. Relief washes through your body in a wave that makes you realize how much pain you truly were in. How even the very bones in your body finally lose their ache when Neteyam slips an arm around your back to bring you closer.
You’re forced to break the kiss earlier than desired as Neteyam can feel the way your body lags to get air into its lungs. The soft pants that leave your lips are soon encased by the mask that the alpha slips over your mouth once more. The warmth of his gaze beaming down on you spreads across your chest and lights another fire along your skin.
“Come home, Neteyam.” You whisper softly. His forehead leans against your own, those golden orbs still shimmering with unshed tears.
“Always, Tanhi.”
The hours float by in a happily dazed dream afterwards. Neteyam’s touch starved state comes fully into the light as he is constantly keeping a point of contact between you two. It’s obvious that his alpha hindbrain has gone off the wall after being apart for so long and furthermore trying to care for you without going too far. Now that the green light has been given, Neteyam is constantly wrapping his body around your own smaller form till you are almost completely encapsulated by him.
Truthfully, you have no objections. In fact, even your own instincts push you towards readily accepting and initiating any forms of affectionate touch. It further helps that Neteyam’s skin is cool to the touch in comparison to your own raging feverish skin.
Within half a day your wellbeing has greatly increased after the constant nurturing of your overprotective alpha, who seems to be constantly slipping water, food, medicine, or mask given air past your lips. Mo’at is greatly pleased when your temperature begins to return back to its former state and there is a greater strength present in your body. Still, she instructs you to lay low for another day as a precaution.
Neteyam is more than happy to keep you to himself for another day. Watching you come close to the brink of death has his primal urges dialed to eleven. You have to scold him every now and then when his younger brother comes to visit and Neteyam thanks him with an aggressive hiss and tucking you safely into his arms and away from the ‘threat’.
It’s borderline shocking to see his strong reactions considering the severed bond between the two of you. That is, until you find the truth.
“I admit, it might’ve been selfish Tanhi but I couldn’t bring myself to cut our tie before knowing that I had tried everything possible to get you back.”
He had looked up at you with a guilty composure but after everything the two of you had been through you couldn’t hide your relief and joy in finding out that this bond had still survived the heartache. It also provides a greater explanation to your own body's willingness to melt into him with or without a resolution. Now, though, you are content to let him have his fun babying you for one day more and revill in the renewed connection the two of you share.
This time when you awake in the newly hung hammock inside of the outpost (Neteyam had used every angle possible to convince the human scientists to let him temporarily take up the space) you’re surprised to find your mate’s skin hot against your own. His thumping heartbeat rickets in your eardrums but instead of rocking you to sleep, the sound sends shivers down your spine.
Neteyam is blissfully unaware of your consciousness as your own heart starts to speed up. Shifting your leg, it’s a surprise to feel a sticky texture lining the inside of your loincloth. Blood rushes to your cheeks when you realize the source of this substance. Bashfully you’re relieved to see Neteyam is still asleep, allowing your arousal to remain a private humiliation.
With the cautiousness of a sneaking Palulukan, you attempt rolling off of the hammock and out of his arms to take care of your little problem. It’s only halfway rolling over to your side when the Omatikaya prince shifts and spoons you from behind. All plans are immediately thwarted when his muscular thigh slips between your splayed legs innocently. However, the pressure it incidentally puts against your clit brings forth feelings that are anything but innocent.
A veiny forearm easily clamps around your waist to pull you back against his chest. The act rubs his thighs against your clothed folds so suddenly, that it brings a whimpered moan from your lips. Breath hitched in your throat, you wait to see if Neteyam stirs. He shows no sign of waking so you try to scoot your heated core away from his thigh slyly.
Not only are these efforts unrewarded but also bring a tinge of sadness coursing through you. It’s a strange wave of emotion that follows. Arousal quickly windles into full blown desperation within a few heartbeats. The sensations are overpowering, racing through every surface of your body until all that your mind can focus on is the need to be filled by a mate.
Filled by Neteyam.
“Oh Great Mother.” You curse quietly.
Your first heat.
A momentous milestone that your parents have talked to you in great lengths about yet still brings nothing to light on the reality of the experience. You’ve had smaller mini episodes of heat, normal in the beginning of adulthood for Na’vi betas, but it’s only a laughable comparison to the clawing desire taking over your body currently. As a beta you figured that your own heats would be miniscule compared to the laborious heats that plague omegas earlier in their years.
Involuntarily rocking your clothed core against Neteyam’s thigh you now wonder how these Na’vi have ever survived such a demanding lust and lived to tell the tale. And that is what it feels like. Death if not satisfied. Pain if not satiated.
Embarrassment is thrown out the window in favor of creating a pleasurable friction against your clit. Hardly ever having experienced touching yourself on the rare occasion, you have no idea what to do. The corded muscle of his relaxed thigh feels better than your usual small fingerings drumming against the bundle of nerves, so you continue to rock back in a desperate rhythm.
The hammock starts to sway softly with your jutting hips. Some movements are rewarded with a spark of pleasure, only to then be absent on the next rock of your hips. Frustration is quick to brew as you can’t seem to find the right angle and pressure against your core. Shiny slick drenches through the thin fabric and onto the alpha’s thigh. It acts as a lubricant for your journey across his skin, allowing a faster pace to be adopted.
Your pussy clenches around open air, beckoning for a worthy mate to finally fill and claim you properly. It’s an emptiness that you can only compare to the tingling you have experienced after especially long makeout sessions with Neteyam, but it’s worse. So much worse that it brings tears to your eyes. The only relief is found when a lucky thrust finally has the fabric pushed away from your core and lets your small clit peek out and press against his azure skin.
Now without any barriers, pure ecstasy wracks through your body. It only amplifies when the muscles flex slightly beneath you, giving just the right amount of pressure against your clit. A knot forms and tightens in your stomach, quickly winding until it feels as if it’s about to snap. It feels almost dirty to realize that your slick has now coated the entirety of Neteyam’s thigh all while he is sleeping and yet it lures you further into a state of arousal than you have ever been before.
Your own thighs clench harshly around Neteyam’s to trap it against your core. A release clear on the horizon, every effort is put into maintaining that delicious sensation of your clit being assaulted against the muscle. Legs shaking and small squeaks erupting from your throat you chase that feeling relentlessly.
“Cum, Tanhi.”
Neteyam’s raspy voice pushes you over the edge with a shocked gasp. His rumbling growl of satisfaction seems to pulse through you in sync with the overwhelming sensations of an orgasm.
“Good girl.” He praises as your body trembles in the afterglow of release. Neteyam chuckles when a simple flex of his thighs has a whimper spilling your lips. Swirling patterns are drawn by the alpha’s fingers along your sides and arms.
Mental clarity returns in a flash, allowing the reality of the situation to sink in. You hide your heated face against his arm underneath your head while groaning in humiliation.
“Nete.” You whine.
“Hush, baby girl. It’s alright, no reason to get all shy on me now.” He coos while swiping your hair away from your cheek to finally have an unobscured view of your blushing face. “Especially not when you make such pretty noises.”
The words crumble any wall of resistance against the impending heat. Your body yearns for another release, still screaming at you for not being filled with your alpha’s cock yet. A cock that you can feel hardening beneath Neteyam’s loincloth and poking at your lower back.
“Neteyam, it really hurts.”
“I know, Tahini, I know.” He soothes, softly kissing your temple while brushing the strands of hair away. “My poor little star. A bit stronger than you expected, hm?”
When his thigh finally shifts away from your leaking pussy, despite the strength of your clamped legs, a noise of disappointment escapes you.
“So much worse. Neteyam please!” It’s hard to say what you are begging for specifically, but the alpha is quick to calm your worries with sweet nothings. Your limbs kick out and try to wind around any of his, subconsciously finding ways to trap his body closer to yours.
“If you want help, all you have to do is say, yawne. I know how to take care of my girl.” He turns you by the chin to make direct eye contact with him, a silent second measure to make sure this is truly what you desire. Hesitating is far from your mind as you nod and whine out little pleas.
Satisfied with your consent Neteyam grins and begins to descend down your body. Confusion swirls in your eyes when he situates your legs over his shoulders. The sex talk from your parents may not have been that descriptive but you know enough to realize that his cock is nowhere near your drenched entrance.
“How does that…” You trail off, head tilted to the side.
“Just need to get your ready first, Tanhi. Want my baby girl to feel good.” Pointed teeth poke out beneath his lips in his open mouth grin. The pads of his fingers tenderly brush and tease along your outer thighs, slowly making their way to your inner. Tingles of anticipation and pleasure trickle up your body. It boggles you how such a light tracing heightens your lust to new levels.
“How?”
His face softens and Neteyam coos at you while tucking a strand behind your ear.
“Just trust me, little star. I promise you’ll like it.”
So you do, even when his face lowers to your partly clothed mound. Neteyam’s nose presses against your pussy and he sucks in air like a man on the brink of drowning. Your cheeks set aflame at having his face so close to your special place, something you had never considered before. The rumble of power in his hungry growl, however, washes away any insecurity that would plague your mind.
“Smell so delicious, Tanhi.” He purrs.
Neteyam’s creates a path of wet kisses along your inner thighs. Careful grips on your knees allow him to maneuver your legs into whatever profane position he desires, easy access for his eager tongue and lips. His saliva and your slick become intermixed along the expanse of skin as he takes his time warming you up. Each time his lips come closer to your folds, you whimper needily. Heated lust entraps every thought you have, wondering how long it will be until the two of you finally become one.
The first nips at your left inner thigh causes you to jump. His eyes look back up at you as the pointed tips of those canines teasingly scrape against your soft skin.
“Just a little taste, yawne?” He asks, although the smirk along his lips suggests that it is less of a question and rather a warning.
“A bite? T-there?”
Neteyam chuckles at your clueless behavior. It’s been known among Na’vi to leave obvious hickeys and bites along one’s mate’s skin, but you’ve always assumed that to only be in places more visible and less…private. Your tail swishes anxiously as you think of those marks being so close to your heated entrance.
“Yes, baby girl. A little mark to remember me by, hm?”
A simple nod of your head is all the permission required for Neteyam to continue. He takes one last breath from the hanging mask before picking a spot on your inner thigh where the flesh is supple and tender, licking and kissing and the area in preparation. When his lips close around the plush skin and begin to suck, it sends tendrils of electricity straight to your core. Without even thinking you moan and grab at his hair. You’re stuck between the urge to push his head away and encourage him to suck harder.
Once released, the skin is left with a pronounced purple mark. One lick is deposited on the spot before his teeth nip and tug at the skin. You squeal and arch your back dramatically, Neteyam moans darkly he has let it fall from between his teeth and begin to soothe the skin with kisses and licks. The entire act scratches a part of your brain that is primal, satisfied by the apparent claim he leaves for all to see.
“Much better.” His tone drips with pride. “Thank you, Tanhi.” He kisses your knee in gratitude, as if you have given him some sacred gift, and perhaps for him that is true.
It’s only now that it occurs to you how many times Neteyam has held back from staking his claim on you the way most alphas do. You vaguely remember the indented mark of his own teeth against his bottom lip that would draw blood, especially after you have shared an intimate moment or he saw another male eyeing you for too long. What you had originally shrugged off as a habit now transforms in your mind as an act of self control.
Neteyam is quick but deliberate with his handy work of undoing the ties around your tail and hips. He slides the fabric away from your pelvis with an attitude of reverence. Cool air against your slick folds feels like a tickling touch that has your lust spiking dramatically. Burning eyes on your most sensitive area is like gasoline to the flames.
You attempt to clench your thighs together to protect your dignity, but Neteyam hoists them apart and back on his shoulders sternly.
“None of that, baby girl. Let me see how pretty you are.”
And there’s something in that phrase and his undivided attention that makes your toes curl. It becomes blatantly obvious that if he doesn’t hurry up and get on with sticking his cock inside your pussy, you will fall apart at the seams before there is even a chance.
“Neteyam, I’m ready. Please please I’m so ready.” You ramble, willing your legs apart to prepare easier access. Once he is inside everything will be better, although the thought of your virgin walls stretching around him causes a slight tinge of panic to break loose.
“Mawey, my love. It’s about to get good.”
However, frustration and confusion bubble to the surface again when you see his face lowering back down.
“No no, Nete. Enough kisses.” You whine. “I need you inside.”
His brows push up at that, the corners of his lips perking slightly as if hesitant to fully grin.
“Are you sure, my love? We can still wait if you wa-”
“NO! No more waiting! I’m ready now. I need you right now.”
He calls your name softly, but with a hint of unyielding sternness that lets you know it is important you listen. Even a beta can sense when the time to obey is present.
“You’re heat is a very powerful thing but also fleeting, Tanhi. I don’t want you to make such a big decision purely because of your primal instincts.” It’s a respectful and considerate gesture but your head is shaking before he is even close to finishing. If this man does not take you now, you’re ready to flip him over and sit on his member, inexperience be damned.
“It’s not. I’ve been ready for weeks. W-was just waiting to tell you. Take me now, stick it in now.” The ringing in your ears, you realize is actually the accelerated blood thumping along the eardrums from your racing heart. It feels as if the speed will be enough to burst your ribcage open. “I’m ready.”
Neteyam watches as your eyes clench shut and hands scrape against the woven material of the hammock. You’re braced and ready for the pain that will ensue upon penetration.
“Tahni,” Your eyes slowly peek open to see that the alpha hasn’t moved a muscle. “You love me, don’t you?”
The question throws you off guard, but the answer comes easily.
“Of course.”
“And you know that I love you?”
“Yes Neteyam.” Your hips scoot against the fabric, pussy fluttering as it continues to wait for the incoming sensation.
“And you trust me?”
“Always, Nete.”
The alpha hums happily at your response, muttering out a deep ‘good girl’.
“Then I need you to trust that I know what I’m doing, baby girl. Trust that your alpha will take care of you.” He tenderly brushes his fingers over your soft stomach. “And trust me enough to say if or when something doesn’t feel good.”
You nod hazily, keenly aware of the tickling sensation of his touch along your hips.
“That’s my good girl. Now let me get you ready.”
It’s still confusing when you see his head lower towards your navel once more, but you don’t protest this time. He’s right, you do trust him and he does have far more experience with sex than you by far. Your upturned legs are spread even wider by his broad shoulders as he leans closer and lets the tips of his tongue drag over you from belly button to navel. The saliva line goes down further and further until…oh.
It takes his grip on your hips to keep them pressed against the hammock when his tongue brushes over your clit for the first time. It’s a pleasure that is completely foreign to you. Comparable to the spark of dopamine that comes from your small finger teasing the area and yet completely different in intensity. He draws sensual figure eights along the bundle of nerves several times before swooping down to collect more of your arousal between your folds.
Neteyam is calculated with his exploring, performing in the way of someone who has crafted their art. When his tongue just barely swipes across your entrance your hands fly down to grasp his braids again. This time, however, the only thought on your mind is keeping him down there. His flat nose nudges at your clit with every swipe of his tongue along your pussy.
“Oh my Eywa!” You screech as that knot is quickly being tied again in your stomach.
Neteyam on the other hand becomes focused on another knot, tugging at the twine holding your top in place while still working on your pussy with zealous excitement. With your aid, the dangling top is released and falls to the side. His assault on your pussy pauses for him to trail upwards and lick along your quickly hardening peaks.
“So pretty, Tanhi.” He murmurs against your right nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking. Meanwhile his fingers have taken the place of his tongue and expertly rub your clit. “My pretty little star.”
Gleeful pride twinkles in his eyes as he looks up at you, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your chest. Your small hands grapple at any part of him you can reach, finding purchase on his flexed bicep that holds himself over you.
The connecting lines of your thoughts are tangled into a ball of messy hunger and desperation. Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined such strange things to be so exhilarating. A part of you wonders what else was not included in that sex talk.
His head is found back between your legs again once your nipples are red and pointed proudly. Neteyam licks, nips and sucks at your pussy like a starved man. Every moan of pleasure releases vibrations that sky rockets through you. It becomes too much to handle. You’ve never felt more fragile in your entire life than when his eyes connect with yours, one eye winking at you, and you fall apart.
Neteyam’s moan while licking up the white substance pouring from you goes completely unnoticed as the world around you spins and your ears ring. The gravity of this orgasm shakes you to the bones, floodgates of pleasure completely open in your brain.
Although it feels as if Pandora has slipped out from beneath you, the recovery from this release is swift. Your skin prickles with goosebumps and your pussy hungrily clenches around open air once more. It seems that the monster of a heat inside you grows more insatiable with every second. So when Neteyam covers one finger in the remnants of your juices and starts to prod at your entrance, you’re relieved.
“You’re doing so good, baby girl. This may feel strange at first, but let me know if it hurts too much.” It’s hard to focus on anything else besides the shiny slick that still coats his chin as he looks at you, but you manage a nod.
It does feel strange at first, your walls incredibly tight. Getting down to the first knuckle is easy but going towards the second proves to feel a little more strained. Regardless, you are happy to find that getting one finger inside is nothing near as painful as expected. Neteyam wiggles the digit and it makes you twitch. Such a strange sensation to be filled but, the longer he twists and curls his finger, the more you find yourself enjoying it.
“How does that feel, yawne?”
“F-fine…a little strange.”
Neteyam chuckles.
“I know. My girl’s pretty pussy is so tight.�� It’s the pride and adoration in his voice that melts you from the inside out. The muscles of your cunt relax against him as he starts to slide another finger in.
This stretch takes a little more time, effort, and praise from your alpha but otherwise it’s smooth sailing. He scissors and stretches your walls with due diligence, even as the dark pupils of his eyes overtake the gold color. By the third finger, you’re clawing at his braced forearm and begging for his cock. Neteyam doesn’t immediately give in, reminding you of the importance of being stretched out for him. Frustrated by his noble intentions, you aren’t beyond playing dirty.
“Alpha please! Need your cock so bad, it hurts. Feel so empty.” The begging turns into sweet tones of whimpers. You can see the shift of his muscles as they tense. His pheromones take on a stronger hue, one that surrounds you like a cloud. Your small hand reaches down for him, fingers grasping in open air. Neteyam is quick to use the hand not half way up your pussy to hold your own, looking up at you. “You said you’d take care of me, alpha.”
Perhaps in a situation not distorted by desperate lust and the sweet scent of your erotic perfume Neteyam would be tempted to put you over his knees for trying to manipulate him, but the clenching of your velvet walls around his fingers is enough to keep him focused on being balls deep inside of you instead. You can see the moment that his resolve crumbles to ashes, it’s accentuated by a deep growl and narrowed eyes.
You watch with hungry eyes as Neteyam hastily claws at the strings of his loincloth. It’s a wonder that it doesn’t rip underneath his harsh fingers but it finally falls away and your pupils dilate at the sight. His length stands heavily against his stomach, curving slightly under its own weight. Saliva gathers in your mouth as you observe the freckled stars that glow under the dim light of the room and scatter over his shaft till reaching the tip. A bead of precum is settled there and for the first time, you understand the desire to put your mouth in such sinful places.
Neteyam preens under your awed attention, his hindbrain purring in delight at seeing his little mate impressed with what he has to offer. His grin widens when he notices your hand hesitantly reaching towards it. You stop, however, before getting to touch.
“It’s ok, Tanhi. You can touch.” The three fingers leave your entrance with a squelching sound. Neteyam confidently keeps eye contact while licking the digits clean with a soft purr, then that large hand is wrapping around your own and leading you towards his twitching member.
Even with Neteyam’s guidance, you’re unable to wrap the entirety of his width in your grip, but he doesn’t appear to be bothered by it. In fact, a devious spark lights in his smile as he watches you struggle to hold it. Although, you will probably never admit it outside of heat, you too enjoy the dramatic size difference between the two of you. On more than one occasion you have let your arousal ruin your loincloth just from having his large body completely wrapped around your own, tucking you away so easily.
A small gasp leaves your throat when his cock twitches in your hand. Neteyam can’t keep his cooing laughter in as he pets affectionately at your hair. He pauses to take a breath from the mask while still smirking.
“You see what you do to me, baby girl?”
The taste of iron erupts in your mouth and it is only then that you realize you’ve been crushing your bottom lips between sharp teeth.
“Is it…uncomfortable?” It feels silly to be so bashful after having his lips along your pussy moments earlier, but you can’t help but keep your voice down to a whisper. You thank the Great Mother for the privacy that the scientists have allowed the two of you over the past few days. There would be no recovery for your dignity if they were to walk in on this scene. Heat or not, being whiny and oblivious is embarrassing.
“Hm, sometimes my love. If relief is not given.” He guides your thumb to run over the head. “Mostly it gets my thoughts traveling to tempting places. Imagining all the different ways I can have you laid out for me.” The weight of your eyelids seem to increase with every word he speaks. His other hand running up and down your inner thigh only adds to the lust filled daze that has captured you.
“Wondering what you would taste like.” Being the cheeky alpha that he is, Neteyam doesn’t let the opportunity pass by without reaching a few digits down to his soaked thigh and swirling the substance between his fingers. He simultaneously continues to help you jerk his thick member slowly while sticking the dripping fingers into his mouth profanely.
“My imagination, however, doesn’t do it justice.” He hums with delight, his pink tongue swiping over his bottom lip to collect any escaping juices. “My thoughts are merely a facade in comparison to the real thing. They can’t do you justice.”
You subconsciously tighten your grip around him at the words, causing a low groan to rumble from his chest. Another trickle of slick coats your entrance. You’re in absolute awe at your body's ability to get close to cumming just from the dark noises and words that spill from your mate’s lips. Not to mention the twitching weight of his cock restrained in your hand.
“Then stop imagining and come here.” You leap forward and capture his lips with your own. Neteyam’s hum of surprise morphs into a viscous growl as your tongues fight for dominance. The little gasps and groans that slip into the kiss as you pump his cock is electrifying. It’s borderline addicting to see that way the mighty Omatikaya Prince bucks his hips for you. A sense of power to know that you can get him melting like this.
Never breaking the kiss, Neteyam shuffles your body forward and the two of you start to guide his cock towards your fluttering pussy. All forms of trepidation are gone. Your body screams from every pore that you can take it. You trust these instincts as the thick head of his member prods at your entrance.
Your lips part against his mouth in a gasp when the head slips past your entrance. Slick walls stretch in ways that you couldn’t have imagined and it feels as if you are about to be split in half. Neteyam continues to kiss and nip at your lips gleefully while carefully continuing to guide himself in inch by inch.
“You’re being such a good girl for me.” He coos as your eyes scrunch shut tightly. It feels as if the length will never stop, as if he is about to reach your chest from the inside, but Neteyam is patient. He takes his sweet time checking up on you with every inch and soaking his tone and words with constant praises. It does this trick, scratching at that primal desire to please your alpha.
When his balls finally meet the curve of your ass, little whimpers rain from you consistently.
“N-nete, so b-big.” You cry, forehead touching his own as you struggle to take in ragged breaths. He forces you to take a breath from the mask hanging from his neck.
“I know, baby. So perfect and tight around me.” His own voice shakes slightly. “God damn!” The english phrase sounds like gibberish to your ears but you understand the sentiment nonetheless.
Settled there to let you adjust, your head lolls to his shoulder. When his cock twitches, you clamp your teeth down on his exposed shoulder to stabilize yourself. Neteyam encourages the oral fixation through hissed words of praise. Tears spill from your eyes but it’s hard to say what the source of your crying is. The stretch is uncomfortable but you can’t deny the certain tinge of pleasure that courses through you when a slight shift reminds you of how full your pussy is. Eventually, your heat takes the edge off, rewarding your ability to secure a mate with a pulsing clit and dripping entrance.
It takes a moment to realize that Neteyam is calling your name, you eventually snap out of it when his lips murmur it straight into your flicking ears.
“Hand me your kuru, baby.” Your hands obey on their own accord. “Want you to understand how good you feel, Tanhi. How happy you make me.”
When those dancing tendrils wrap securely around one another, your eyes go from sleepy slits to dilated pupils of awe. It never becomes old being able to feel Neteyam so closely. To feel his breath and strength. To have his own emotions coalesce with yours. A vulnerable certainty of how he is feeling. In this state, neither of you can hide. There is no deceit. There are no polite formalities. You both have direct access to the other’s soul.
This time, a new current of sensation travels through the bond. It sparks into growing forms of ecstasy that makes you groan. It’s a strange thing to accept, but you can feel your own tights walls secured around him. Hugging him so tightly in the warmth of your cunt, velvety texture caressing him with every shift. Underneath that pleasure also grows an unyielding lust that pricks at his self control with every passing second. His hindbrain is screaming at him to move. To claim. To fill your womb with his seed until it drips out from you.
It’s better than if the words had come from his own lips. It sets you into a feral need to complete these fantasies.
“Can you feel me, baby girl?” His arms are securely wrapped around your middle to keep you tight against him.
“Yes Nete, feel all of you. Need all of you. W-want you to move.” The ability to form coherent sentences starts to slip between your fingers. Neteyam, however, requires no further instruction. Your back hits the hammock once more as his strong grip clasps around the soft flesh of your hips. The mask is settled over your lips by the alpha before he continues.
Slowly, but surely, he draws out with smooth and continuous thrusts. Your cunt clenches around him almost painfully, as if to keep him locked there. Once the tip is just barely past your entrance he starts to slide back in smoothly. The prolonged thrusts eventually angle in a way that hits a bundle of nerves inside you that has never been explored by you before. Neteyam moans in sync with you as he can feel your own pleasure every time the head of his cock rubs at the rosy spot.
It spurs him forward. You don’t have to explicitly tell him to go faster because he can feel it straight through the bond. It allows you to focus the energy you have left on gripping his shoulders for dear life. A brutal rhythm begins to take place, your legs wrapped around his waist.
“Oh Eywa!” You screech. The obscene noises of skin slapping fills the room along with Neteyam’s loosed growls and grunts.
“That’s not my name, Tanhi.” The alpha teases, but you can feel the aching desire he has to hear his own name upon your lips. To have the auditory satisfaction of knowing he is pleasing his little mate.
“N-neteyam oh haa Nete!”
His precision at hitting your g spot increases. Neteyam learns your body with an impressive speed. One hand comes up to palm and tease your breasts in his large hand. His eyes switching back and forth between watching his cock disappear inside of you and marveling at the nipple hardening between his pinched fingers.
Everything starts to become a blur for you. The origins of sounds are unknown. Several times you are surprised to find that the high pitched screams are coming from your own throat. Your body shakes and trembles as if it is about to shatter into a million pieces. And that is what you come to truly believe as it overwhelms your senses. It is so consuming and new that you start to sputter little pleas of mercy to your mate, convinced that you truly will die from this overload of sensations.
“It’s alright, Tanhi. You’re alright. Just let go for me. Let it all go.”
Your hair tangles in the woven material of the hammock as you shake your head. Neteyam thrusts become ragged and less coordinated but he slips a hand down to fondle at your clit. You scream and arch, cumming harder than ever before. Neteyam is less than a second behind you, feeling the effects of your orgasm through the bond. Warm ropes of seeds paint your inner walls.
The first normal sense that comes to you is the feeling of Neteyam’s heavy and warm body collapsed on top of yours. Heated breath tickles at your neck, intermittent with sweet kisses and nonsense murmurs. You let yourself bask in the afterglow. Your body is sore and motionless, but luckily Neteyam takes over. Only a tiny sound comes from you when he slips out.
“Come here, tanhi.” Your boneless body is pulled to lay on top of him. Soothing affection swims across the bond when you nuzzle your face against his chest. The swing of the hammock and rhythm of his heartbeat is quickly luring you to sleep.
Neteyam grabs your hand and kisses it sweetly. You can vaguely make out the sound of his voice, but the words are like garbled noises which never compute in your brain. It’s hard to say whether or not it’s english or if you just can’t understand simple words now in your fucked out state. Still, you like the way it makes his chest rumble.
“Neteyam.” The rumble stops, tail flickering as he waits patiently.
“I see you.” Your words are barely more than a whisper in the stuffy room but they ring true. He gently places the breathing mask over your lips again before your eyes close.
“You’re all I see, little star.”
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Kinkmas 1
🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞
A/N: Merry Kinkmas! I'm so excited to participate in another event like this! Just as a heads up, a lot of my pieces this time around are shorter than my Kinktober ones. I still hope that you enjoy them though! All characters are aged up!
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Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Na'vi!Reader x Ao'nung
Warnings: Cockwarming, Poly Relationship, Anal Penetration, Teasing
You were so incredibly full. It was one thing to have a mate that always wanted to be near you, but your situation was a bit unique with your two mates. It wasn’t unusual, but the two of them always wanted to be up under you at all times. Even when you slept at night, neither of them were satisfied with simply holding you. It wasn’t close enough for their liking. They opted instead to sleep with both their cocks buried to the hilt inside the welcoming squeeze of both of your holes.
Ao'nung stayed nestled behind you, one hand resting lazily on your thigh. His light, steady breathing is only interrupted by the occasional kiss he gave you on the nape of your neck. Neteyam rested in front of you keeping you lovingly pressed into his chest. He kept a hand on your waist while his hips were angled upwards to press further into your gummy walls.
Being pressed between both of them left you in a tangled mess of limbs thrown messily over each other.
It was hard for you to even think about sleep with both of them keeping you filled like this. Every little move let you feel both of them rubbing inside of you.
You knew Ao'nung was a deep sleeper. There was no way you would be able to wake him with how content he was right now.
“Teyam” you whisper.
Luckily, Neteyam was a much lighter sleeper than your other mate. He hums a response lightly to you, still keeping his eyes closed.
“Teyam…’m so full”, you whine trying to grind your hips on him, but all that does is push you back on Ao'nung’s cock and stretch you open more. A staggered breath escapes your lips feeling the increasing pressure.
“I know, yawne. But we need sleep tonight.” he coos gently at you.
Despite you being able to feel how his dick is twitching inside of your fluttering cunt, his face is still calm as ever.
“But Nete…need you to move…please”
“I’ll tell you what, if you sleep tonight, I’ll make sure to take extra good care of you in the morning.” he slowly drags himself out of you to just the tip only to push inch after inch back into your waiting walls.
You bite your lip trying to stifle a moan.
“Can you do that for me, tìyawn?” He says cupping your face with his hand and rubbing his thumb along your cheek. He finally opens his eyes half way to look down at your desperate, blushing face.
You are nothing short of gorgeous. If he weren’t so exhausted right now, Neteyam would absolutely have his way with you just like this. But he hopes that his promise of morning relief will be enough to satiate you for now. Luckily for him, you nod your head in agreement, making a small smile settle on his lips.
“That’s my good girl”, he kisses your forehead and settles himself to try and go to sleep.
Even though you agreed to wait until the morning, you still know sleep won’t come so soon. So you resign yourself to a long night of staring at the wooden posts of your marui until your body gives out, but Ao'nung’s voice quietly whispers in your ear, “Want me to help you out, paskalin?”
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thinking about jake sully and how he talks you through it ౨ৎ {18+}, nsfw, got the sudden urge to write for jake??
“Breathe, babygirl.”
Eyes screwed shut and chest stuttering; you only remember to when he reminds you.
His hands, large and rough, but gentle when they need to be, cage the form of your waist as he helps you slide down on him, slowly. You can feel every vein pulsing against the ridges of your walls as he sinks inside and it has you mewling into the stuffy air, tinged with the lingering scent of your sex.
“That’s it—Careful, hon.” With your swollen lips spreading around his thick length for the third time tonight, you find your nails digging into the skin of his forearms as you clutch onto them for stability. Somehow, the stretch is always the same. Hurts all the same. Makes you cum all the same.
“Wouldn’t want you to go ‘n hurt yourself, now would we?”Jake chuckles lowly in your ear and your walls clench at that, which earns a soft grunt from him.
“N-no, sir,” you gasp with a quick shake of your head. He plants a wet kiss to the peak of your flushed cheek when he hums, little patches of saliva coating your skin as he drags his lips down to your now outstretched neck next.
“Mhm, that’s right. Wouldn’t be much fun, huh? What do you think?”
Jake knows how much you love and hate when he talks like this while he’s fucking you. As if you can actually hold up a conversation and respond in your inebriated state. It’s so hard for you to focus on what he’s asking you, and he finds it funny how you’re never able to answer his questions coherently and always settle for dropping your head back and whining out some expletive that he should probably be spanking you for. But alas, he was a little busy at the moment, so that’d have to wait.
Big arms wrapped around your torso, his toned forearms press right beneath the cusp of your breasts as his hips snap you up and into an involuntary bounce on his cock, which only pushes him deeper into your pussy every time you land right back in his awaiting lap.
“It’s gonna be a long night, princess.”
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Avatar snacks I want inside of me:
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giving Jake Sully a handjob... 18+ MDNI!
For @pandoraslxna's kinktober prompt 01↓
warnings: mentions of injury (nothing graphic), and very detailed smut so just be warned, also descriptions of s*men ✋
"Just relax. Go on, relax," you coo, softly rubbing Jake's shoulders and prompting him to sit on the floor. His face had a small bandaged gash on it and his hair was rough and messy from an earlier hunt. "Feelin' okay? Mo'at fixed you up real nice, I bet," you softly speak to him.
"Yeah, she did. Don't know what I'd do without her," he sighs, leaning back onto the wall of the tent.
"Hunt didn't go too well, huh?" you reach up and fix his hair, moving it out of his face. He nods, looking down in shame. You frown at this gesture, knowing he deserves better. "I know what will make you feel better..." you suggest, causing him to look back up and into your eyes.
"What?" he asks. You just plant a small kiss on his cheek before reaching down and untying his loincloth. He chuckles and bucks his hips up. When the skimpy piece of fabric falls off of him, you push it away and lower yourself to his still flaccid cock.
"I'm gonna make you feel really good," you whisper, taking it into your hand and already feeling it harden and warm up with your touch. Your fingers caress the sensitive length, you brush them up and down against his shaft. His breath hitches and he bucks his hips up again. You listen to his eagerness and engage your whole hand, wrapping it around his girth and slowly pumping up and down.
"Yes... yes..." he mutters to himself, eyes screwed shut as you pump and stroke him. His dick throbs and pulsates in your hand, now rock hard and hot. It doesn't take long for little spurts of pre-cum to appear. You use your other hand, using both of them to pump Jake's long cock at the same time. This sends him over the edge. He groans and grabs your hair, muttering gibberish as his milky white cum squirts out of his tip and onto your face and hands.
"Jeez!" you giggle and pull away when a warm glob lands on your cheek. He squirms as the rest of his orgasm takes over his body and you watch while wiping the semen off of yourself with a spare rag. As he comes down from his high, he almost looks embarrassed. His eyes never leave you when you clean his torso and crotch after taking care of yourself. After that, you get up, tossing the rag in a hamper. "You're real quiet today," you remark.
"Just thinking about what I'm gonna do to ya.."
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Hifwo
Pair: Neteyam x Y/N human reader
Warning: All characters are in their 20s (grow up), flirting, size difference, mmm I think nothing else
Request: (Anon) I was thinking about a neteyam x fem!human!reader. Reader is a short girl, maybe 4'11 (1.48) and Neteyam takes advantage of it and corners her to the wall...
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It was the fourth time Neteyam had checked that you were safe in the place where he had left you. You wanted to go hunting with him. Lo'ak had invited you to go for a walk with him and spider, kiri and tuk but you preferred to be with him. He liked you to stay with him, so you would see and learn how to hunt. But on the other hand, he was a little nervous about you being in a place as dangerous as the jungle of pandora. You were a human, anything was bigger than you, including him. Neteyam comes down from the branch he was on, causing him to make a startling noise as he falls right in front of you. You look up in alarm, and frustrate your brow. "teyam you scare me!!!" you whine a little, but your attention returns to the notebook in your hands. You were drawing some mushrooms that were next to you, they were very brightly colored.
"Sorry babe, but you're distracting me" neteyam says, coming a little closer to sit right in front of you. Touching your naked feet, he liked to play with your little toes. You laugh when you feel his cold hands, touching your feet. "Me? Why? I haven't moved from here" you speak, working on your drawing. "'Babe…" neteyam pauses, lowering his head to your knee, to kiss you on the knee. You look up, laughing at the action. You knew that neteyam's way of showing affection was more physical than yours, at first it made you uncomfortable. But by now you were used to it. This poor man was just asking to be loved and pampered after a busy day of chores that his father usually ordered him to do.
"You are so small, any creature could eat you" says neteyam, now he was sitting down. You laughed at his comment, you knew he was right. But you were not as weak as you looked, you knew you could run away from any creature. "Teyam you offend me, you know? I think I am very good at running away, not fighting…but I can run fast" you speak, with a tone of playfulness. Neteyam just looked at you with adoration, you were so cute. "Mmm I don't think so" says Neteyam. You lift your back a little off the back you were sitting on. Giving a punch to neteyam's chest, neteyam just watches as your punch doesn't have any effect on him. "Ok, I give up… but that doesn't mean I won't do my best to run away" you say.
Neteyam is silent for a moment, he was thinking what he would do in his next move. He chuckles to himself, as he begins to rise to his knees. " You think you can run away, ah?" asks neteyam in a flirty tone. As he lines up and slides over your body. Which in a matter of seconds, was covered by neteyam's. His whole body created a blanket that covered every view you had of you, raising your head to see neteyam's cute face. He had an idiot's grin on his face, analyzing how small you had become underneath him. You try to speak, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a 'I-hum-'. You were blushing so hard, damn it he knew the effect it had on you. Netayam bends lower, so that he is now close to your ear.
You could feel his breathing, his hot breath hitting the skin of your neck. "The creatures I speak of are much larger than me… they would have no mercy on you" neteyam places one of his hands, on the side of your thigh. Squeezing the soft skin, moving his palm gently up and down. Your breathing becomes more heaving, it was making you very nervous. "They would devour you in seconds" neteyam now leaves a kiss on your neck. Causing you to giggle from the tickle. "Nete…" you whimper a little. The feeling in your lower belly was building up, but he just replies you with a 'hmmm' as he continues to leave kisses on your shoulders and neck. You were grateful for the outfit kiri had prepared for you, it allowed neteyam to have all the access he wanted to your body.
"would you like to know how long it would take me to devour you?" neteyam pauses from kissing, waiting for an answer from you. You, as best you can, place your hands on the sides of her face. Your hands were so small, you could barely hold part of his jaw. You approach him to give him a soft kiss on the lips, now making eye contact with him (if you want to know more about the type of oxygen mask the reader uses 'read here'). Neteyam gives you a smile, and copies your movements. But now he settles more on the ground, so that he lies more on his stomach. Causing you to spread your legs, allowing him to settle more on top of you. Kissing your neck, moving down your chest to leave some wet kisses. Feeling your hands tangle in his hair, feeling your hands push him further down…right where you were needing him most.
Kissing and giving a few soft bites on your stomach. Enjoying the difference in texture of your skin, so soft and delicate. Dragging his body further back, placing his hands on either side of your hips. You now bring your legs up, watching as one of neteyam's hands moves one of your knees to open the space between your legs.
You two were so intent on your business that you had barely heard the lazy noises that were approaching you. Neteyam in a quick, and almost minimal movement moved up towards your lips giving you a sloppy kiss. "I don't see you running…don't you plan to run away?" he joked, seeing how your cheeks were pink, your mouth half open. And your pupils dilated, waiting for him to do what he wants with you. "So pretty" says neteyam.
"ahhhh my eyes!!!" screams spider. Neteyam and you look in the direction where the scream came from. Noticing lo'ak, kiri and spider. Even tuk…who had her mouth open. Spider runs up to tuk and covers her eyes. You push as hard as you can on neteyam, and he quickly sits up. Trying to adjust some of the clothes he had moved from his previous actions. Neteyam crosses his legs tightly and tries to cover his growing bulge with his hands. "You two can't be doing your stuff over here" kiri speaks, the girl was furious. You shift your gaze, you were embarrassed.
"I don't see you running,eh?" lo'ak tries to imitate neteyam's voice. "You can go…why don't you take tuk to the village" says neteyam, sounding annoyed. His brothers were still bothering him, and you were hiding more on the log.
The group of boys walk away, but if not before they continue to joke about the scene they just saw. Neteyam looks at you, and can see that you are almost completely hidden in a bush that was next to you. And he couldn't contain his laughter. "What are you laughing at?" you are embarrassed, the least you wanted is for your friends to see you in that situation. Neteyam approaches you again, placing his hand on your neck. "I see you can really run away…you're practically hiding in this corner" neteyam bends down to brush his nose against yours. "How about we go somewhere else…yeah?" says neteyam. You stare at him for a couple of seconds, quickly picking yourself up off the ground starting to run as fast as you can. Listening as neteyam laughs, and starts to get up from the ground. Letting you run for a while, after all it was only fair that he gave you a head start.
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𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪
Jake Sully x Avatar Reader
A/N: This is not part on any request. I just had sudden wave of inspiration and decided to write something short for Avatar. Hope that ones who will read it have fun with it.
Please remember english is not my native language , so be aware of any mistakes.
Work contains smut , minors do not interact.
Part 2
He didn't know when everything around him fell quiet.
His thoughts focused on the woman in front of him. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she smiled.
He wasn't even sure when she stopped in place, only turning her head towards him to see why he suddenly fell silent.
-Are you okay Jake? - she asked looking at him carefully - Have you been blinded by my beauty so much? - she asked after a while with a malicious smile, tickling his leg with her tail.
Yes, he wanted to say. But at the last moment he stopped himself, lowering his head slightly downwards.
-You wish - he said as he walked past her.
Y/n followed him with her eyes, cautiously following his movements before moving herself, going past the man to go first again.
-I’m not the one who has been looking at me for a long time - she noticed softly, giggling after a while when her golden irises noticed the embarrassment on Sully's face - Don't worry, I won't tell anyone - she added, mimicking a locking motion on her mouth.
-I honestly don't care if you tell anyone - he confessed, imperceptibly approaching her.
-Oh, and why? Aren't you afraid that after this no woman from the tribe will want you? - she asked, teasingly - Now that we can choose a mate, I wouldn't jump from one flower to another if I were in your place.
-I already know which woman I want - he said without breaking their eye contact even for a moment.
-And does she know it? - Y/n wondered, tilting her head up to get a full look at the avatar's face.
-I believe so, but she loves to make my life difficult - he replied, hesitantly brushing away a lost strand of her hair with his hand.
-We can't Jake - she stated, turning her head away from him.
-And why not? - he asked, placing his hands on her neck so he could guide her jaw with his fingers, which he pointed back at him. - We have the right to do this, so why not Y/n? Explain this to me.
-We're not Na'vi, Jake - she began, frowning in irritation - Feelings are something more powerful here. They're important, they're long-lasting. What happens when we get back to our bodies, what then, hmm? We'll act like nothing happened while in Omaticay's eyes we'll be a married couple, one body and one soul - she explained, touching the skin under which his heart was.
The man took her hand and, lifting it, he kissed her knuckles.
-Is it really that bad? - he asked tenderly - Here or there, my decision will be the same - he announced, looking for hesitation in her eyes - What is yours?
-My mind tells me it's going to end badly - she replied, looking down.
-And what your heart says? - he asked.
-My heart...my heart says I need you. I need you by my side - she confessed.
-You have me - Jake replied almost immediately, his lips gliding over her blue face, marking with kisses every patch of skin exposed to him.
Y/n closed her eyes allowing the man to make every move, running her hands through his body herself, stopping at the nape of his neck at the border of his hair, which she caught between her slender fingers, pulling again and again as his mouth got closer to hers.
Finally Sully connected their lips in a slow and sensual kiss, so gentle that the young woman could compare the feeling to the touch of butterfly wings.
Her legs finally gave out, causing the avatar to grab her around the waist, carefully sinking to the ground with her, not interrupting their shared caress.
Every touch, every kiss and every embrace was like hot metal, leaving its mark on their bodies. However, when Y/n felt the touch on her braid, her intoxication faded. Opening her eyes, she watched Jake lift it up, guiding it towards him with the other hand taking his and binding them together.
Y/n's entire body trembled, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Her insides were overcome by an uncontrollable wave of warmth and pleasure and before she had time to think she was rubbing against the black-haired man like a cat, and when he moved her body, placing her on his lap, she began to moan softly, clinging to his arms like a last resort, too absorbed to noticing Sully marking her neck with wet kisses.
The next feeling the avatar experienced was the feeling of wet earth beneath her back. The man laid her down, slowly straightening up so he could look at the woman beneath him. She lay with her palms up while the violet light from the trees fell on her beautiful face. Her hair was scattered like halo around her head, and her yellow eyes were clouded with lust.
Unable to stop himself, Jake went back to molting her smooth body, tracing his way from the hollow of her neck, through her bare shoulders, the valley between her breasts, and her belly, feeling the Y/n muscles tense and unclench under his tongue. With a large hand, he grabbed the small fabric that covered her breasts, attacking them when his hand showed only a small piece of newly discovered skin.
She grabbed his hair, making sure the braids didn't separate under the sudden movements she made, writhing under Sully's body like a possessed woman. But when she spread her legs, pushing her pelvis into him in a suggestive way, he stopped again, looking at her with a question in his eyes.
-Are you sure? - he asked in a low voice full of the desire he was holding back.
-We've already done something that is considered sacred - she noted - Might as well go all the way - she admitted, her thumbs stroking his cheekbones - Unless you don't want to.
Jake wanted to laugh. How could he not want it when the woman he loved so much lay beneath him, moaning and whimpering, demanding his attention.
-There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you - he replied, lifting her body up so that she was sitting comfortably on his thighs, and she spread her legs so that her knees lay on either side of his hips.
-That doesn't answer my question - she muttered like a spoiled child, leaning against the man's torso.
-I know it do, you just want to finish me off - he said, kissing her forehead.
-Hmm...- she whispered, after a while moaning loudly, feeling how he enters her slowly, stretching her from the inside.
Their heads began to rub against each other as the feeling of euphoria flooded them harder and harder as their bodies merged into one.
One they both realized. Now they were one body, one heart, one mind, one soul.
-Jake - Y/n whimpered into his ear, pulling his body as close as possible, even though there was no space between them.
-I'm here, I am - he whispered into her hair, moving his loins with her.
The couple sank into each other even more if that was possible.
Every touch, kiss, or tighter grip of the skin they felt on each other and it was the best feeling imaginable. Neither wanted the moment to end, desperately trying to prolong it with each thrust and each clench.
Everything around them lost its importance, even when nature itself, seeing their actions, surrounded them with a safe coat, allowing the lovers to fully devote themselves to their feelings.
They made love for hours, never feeling the need to stop. Their hands, tongues and mouths wandered as their hips moved in an intimate dance.
Only the bright light falling on their faces and the unexpected fatigue coming in huge amounts made the two bodies separate from each other.
However, not souls, not hearts, no ,these were connected.
Now and forever.
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Sneaking Away || Neteyam x fem!Omaticaya reader
Summary: You might be a bit mistaken if you thought that escaping Neteyam's hut was a good idea
Warnings: smut without plot 🔥
Word count: 1665
Author: Rouge
A/N: prior to reading, it’s important to know that: the reader is female Omaticaya ✤ characters are aged up (Neteyam is 20, reader is 19) ✤ a few things are in Na'vi language ✤ you'll find a glossary underneath the fic
Your legs and arms were tangled after what seemed like a long nap; his naked body pressed against yours, his breath bathing your nape.
Slowly, you tried to stretch a bit, but couldn't since Neteyam was tightly hugging you. The fact that you were completely naked didn't stop you from getting up. After slipping away from Neteyam as quietly as possible, you ran for the door.
It was not long before his voice reached every corner of the room. "Why are you getting up?" Neteyam asked, his tone devoid of sleepiness.
"My limbs feel sore, so I need to move a bit. I think I’ll get dressed and have a little walk," you explained with a sigh, "I'll be back soon, you can get back to sleep," you promised, but hesitated to take another step.
Before he even spoke, you knew he was standing behind you. Even though he hadn't touched you yet, you could feel chills running down your spine as he whispered right into your ear, "Nìawnomum, there's no need to leave this place to move your body, oeyä 'eve." His lips brushed your earlobe slowly, and you whined quietly.
After turning you around, he grinned widely when he saw that you were turning bright red up to your pointy ears. Neteyam cupped your face, as he had done countless times before, planting kisses along the outline of your jawline while his fingers reached to your lower, exposed regions.
You couldn't resist giving in no matter how hard you tried, and this time was no different.
The contact between his thumb and your clit caused you to inhale sharply as you turned your head away from him as you were trying to hide the blush showering your face, though it made no difference, since he already kneeled down, grabbed your thighs, and bit lightly on your soft skin while kissing your flesh tenderly.
In no time at all, your moans would be heard outside the hut, and you knew that they'd only get louder, so you decided it was pointless to hide your pleasure.
Knowing he could bring you to the point where you would be unable to control your own actions gave Neteyam immense satisfaction, and it was impossible to deprive him of it.
That's the exact look he gave you when he pulled away so he could push you back onto the bed.
"I have not moved an inch even though you told me I could by staying in here with you. So, among other things, you are a liar too, Neteyam," you responded and watched his eyes widened; in spite of your willingness to give him all the satisfaction he wanted, you continued to make your usual sarcastic remarks.
Hissing, he said, "You'll regret those words soon enough." After these words he tenderly kissed your breast.
You closed your eyes and drove your nails into the cot; your pulse increased at the mere thought of his taste.
While he pinched your nipples and kneaded your breasts, you ran your fingers through his hair and wrapped your legs around his slender waist.
His kisses were like torture as you needed him right there and then already, yet Neteyam seemed to gloat whenever quiet whimpers escaped your parted lips; he slowly kissed your body, tasting your warm skin, trembling like a leaf on a northern breeze under his every kiss as he kissed his way down, between your legs. Soon, using two fingers, Neteyam rubbed his fingertips along your outer lips until he found you were wet enough.
Even though you knew he was holding back in order to get you to apologize, something you didn't intend to do, your body was begging for something much greater. "Nì'ul!" you moaned without thinking, trying to push your hips more into his touch.
Neteyam heard your pleas out and stuck another finger into you, never separating his lips from your pussy.
Your hips trembled as you whimpered, "Deeper, Neteyam."
A brief chuckle passed through his lips, but as soon as it vanished, his fingers curled into you, even though it wasn't enough to satisfy your desires.
Reaching out, you took his hand in yours, positioning it so as to allow him to reach deeper; your pleas for greater things were mixed with cries of pleasure.
His thumb put more pressure on your clit as he watched your facial expression with a wry smirk dancing in the corners of his mouth.
You were only a few seconds away from climaxing when he pulled his fingers out, leaving you looking at him with contempt in your eyes.
"I told you you'd regret it," his huge smirk just annoyed you more, and you attempted to get up from the bed to leave the hut, but he pulled you back under him, pinning your shoulders down with ease.
In an effort to switch places and bring yourself on top, you exhaled, "You're the worst, Neteyam."
As his gaze traveled across your body, he focused on the places you loved to be touched most; he was in a submissive stance, but looked at you as if you were at the bottom.
Even though you knew it was nearly impossible to change that, you still wanted to try. Before you reached his abdomen with your palm, you planted kisses on his neck, moving down to his collarbones. As you stroked the base of his cock, you felt him twitch under your touch. You couldn't help but sneer - it was unusual for him to react that way, which made you even more eager for what would follow. When you first took him in your hand and started pumping, his cock was already rock-hard.
The pace increased faster than usual; you were so excited that you couldn't stop yourself. You pushed him off yourself and rolled on top of him, and he gladly obliged. While bending down, you licked his tip and took him little by little into your mouth. Your greed made you move even lower, causing his balls to come in close contact with your lips as you left behind all signs of restraint.
When Neteyam was close to finishing, you pulled away slowly, ensuring that your tongue slid along his entire cock. In the midst of playing with a hair strand, you leaned against his ear. "What's wrong? You want more?" Your voice was nothing but a whisper; his body was tensed under you as you straddled him slowly, gently grinding your pussy against his erected shaft. "Don't worry, I am not finished yet, yawntutsyìp."
Tugging at his left earlobe, you sucked at the crook of his neck, savoring the warm taste of his sweaty skin. You were almost ecstatic at the mere thought of this man being willing to share his corporeality with you. After you'd finished, you sat up slightly, grabbed his cock, lined it up with your entrance, and lowered yourself onto him until he was inside of you. Upon entering your core, soft moans escaped your lips and you sat on his lap more firmly, regaining your balance and moving your hips fluidly.
Neteyam caressed your breasts and traced the outline of your spine with his hands; his lips parted as he watched you with a bliss. After you leant forward, your chin was raised by him and he kissed you, his tongue running over your teeth briefly before he went deeper, holding you close to him throughout.
"I assume your limbs are not that sore anymore. Why don't you just lay back and relax?" He suggested in the softest tone he could muster.
After nodding, with a last roll of your hips, you rolled off him and lied down on your back, grateful for the cold sheets underneath you.
"Are you willing to apologize for what you said previously, for calling me a liar?" Neteyam asked, tracing the curve of your hips with his index finger.
When you opened your mouth to protest, he harshly pressed his lips against yours to silence you in an eager kiss.
Your gaze was fixed on his face as he climbed on top of you and yanked your thighs apart. After jerking his shaft a few times, Neteyam pushed into you without the slightest sign of hesitation. His movements were slow and not without impact as you moaned his name and the occasional harder or quicker, both of which he conveniently chose to ignore.
The fact that he had been waiting for his turn made you realize that he would probably take his sweet time with you.
Soon, however, his hips thrust into you faster, his cock so deep inside your pussy that your bodies became one. Moaning, you felt your pussy clenched around his shaft, spasming rhythmically, leaving you trembling in his arms; it was one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever experienced. In spite of this, he didn't slow down and you could see drops of sweat forming on his brow as his speed increased.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you caressed the skin of his nape with your nails, whispering sweet nothings into his ear - you expressed how much you loved him, what he meant to you. You clung to him, rocking back and forth in perfect sync, lusting for more even if you'd already reached your climax.
The last time he pushed himself forward, he wanted to get as deep inside you as possible, and you welcomed his cum when it filled you.
As Neteyam gasped for air, he laid on top of you, occasionally kissing your cheek.
In the midst of a long silence, you teased, "So? Are you not interested in my apology anymore, oeyä yawntu?"
As he gazed down at your face, still flushed from the intercourse you two shared, he propped himself on his hands. "Don't even start, little one, or I'll get angry again."
Biting your lower lip, you flicked his nose. "I'm just teasing. You know I mean no harm. Nga yawne lu oer.”
Glossary:
oeyä yawntu - my beloved
oeyä - my
oeyä 'eve - my girl
yawntutsyìp - darling
nga yawne lu oer - I love you
nìawnomum - as you know
nì'ul - more
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Title: Heat 2
Pairings: Na’vi Reader (23) x Neteyam (24)
Warnings ⚠️: MDNI
Contains: oral, p in v, rough sex,
Word Count: 1953
You find yourself drenched in sweat, letting out groans of discomfort, with your back pressed firmly against the tree trunk as you pull your knees towards your chest. Leaning heavily against the tree, you bury your head in your knees, familiar waves of heat washing over you once more.
This time, you're isolated, the distant bickering of the two brothers echoing in the background. A pang of guilt strikes you; you were meant to be hunting, not the subject of their disagreement. You despise being in a vulnerable position, the center of attention, especially when it renders you unable to take control of the situation.
“Bro, we can’t just leave her here while we get help.” Lo’ak muttered under his breath, peering behind his brother to catch a glimpse of you.
"We both run the risk of being captivated by her pheromones," Neteyam mutters angrily, the echoes of your moans engraved into his mind.
“Boys-“ a sudden static like sound erupted from the comms.
“Dad! Where are you?!” Neteyam blurted out turning away from Lo’ak. “It is Y/N is uh- she’s not looking so good, we gotta get her home or well away.”
“What’s wrong?” Jake’s voice could be heard but broken, interrupted by the static.
“She’s in heat.” Lo’ak said, pressing two fingers to his throat, still peering at you. This time you’re bent over in pain. Drenched in sweat everything clung to your skin. Your body was getting hotter, almost feverish, when your eyes met his, looking at him longliy to take this pain away.
He quickly averted his eyes to Neteyam.
“Dad, you gotta hurry.” Neteyam expressed.
“Don’t do anything stupid! Lo’ak start a fire, I’ll search for the smoke from the canopy tops.”
Neteyam glared at his brother.
“Fine, I’ll go make the fire Neteyam, but you need to check on her, you can’t just leave her there.”
“Fine.”
“Brother she’s missing.” Said a slightly panicked Lo’ak.
“What do you mean missing? You lost her?”
She’s not there but we can track her.
“How?!”
We can smell her.
You navigate through the forest, seeking the nearby stream you had previously marked. Your sole purpose: finding something to alleviate the heat that threatens to induce hallucinations. The gentle murmur of running water grows louder as you draw nearer. Eventually, you reach the stream's end, where it widens into a shallow creek, ideal for a refreshing soak at knee height. Stripping off your garments, you brush bits of leaves from your scorched skin. Finally alone, you take the opportunity to relieve yourself before embarking on your return journey. Although you should have informed them, you realize you're only minutes away from where they are. Now unclothed, you step into the creek.
The frigid water now soothing your azure skin, you rest on the creek bed, leaning against its edge with your knees drawn close to your chest. A sigh of relief escapes your lips as the cold water brushes against your nipples, riling you up once more.
Without hesitation, you sprawl yourself to reach to touch your sweet spot. A moan escapes your lips, while you lean your head back onto the mossy green grass, you hair sticking to bits of your cheeks, and shoulders. You’re a flushed mess, with your hands now rubbing and thrusting yourself, while the other tugs and pull at your nipples, you moans grown louder as you’re desperate to make yourself cum. Your movements quicken as you aggressively thrust into yourself, bucking your hips above water when your eyes suddenly shoot open at the snap of a twig.
You stop as you realize you’re being watched. The brothers had found you, their green eyes glowing among the foliage of the forest. It didn’t them long to find you, your scent was overpowering and pungent, but your vulnerable state was so captivating they couldn’t look away.
Upon realization, your mind wanted to hide away in embarrassment but your body refused to stop. You continued to pleasure yourself, now one hand on your clit and the other in your sopping hole. They gawked as you laid there in the creek sprawled, Lo’ak looked down to see himself growing under his loincloth, he growled under his breath, jaw clenched. He wanted to have you so badly.
“I need to help her.” He said huskily.
"No, we found her. Go light the fire," Neteyam commanded his brother, who stubbornly refused to move. "Now!" he insisted.
Lo'ak huffed in annoyance before finally turning away.You continued to moan in pleasure as you feel yourself coming. Throwing you head back exposing your neck. Neteyam couldn’t help but trail your body with his eyes.
A fleeting sense of calm washed over you, but you could sense it wouldn't last long. The respite just didn't feel the same when it was Lo'ak who brought you to climax. As you glanced up, you noticed Neteyam standing among the shrubs, closer to the creek, silently observing you, attentively listening to every sound. “Nete, please, I need you.”
He scoffed. "You want to try the other brother now? Lo'ak wasn't good enough?" Taken aback by his cold response, you stood up angrily, water dripping from your naked body.
“Is that what you think of me now?” you huffed, “fine act righteous then, like you weren’t thinking of fucking me moments ago.”
Within moments, Neteyam growled, storming towards you as you rose from the shallow creek, challenging him with your defiance, in your naked glory.
Neteyam snatched you by your neck, hissing exposing his fangs. You smirked. You knew his reaction was not out of disappointment but more of jealously. You looked down to see his boner, causing your smirk to grow.
“Looks like you still wanna fuck me,” He releases you from his hold when he realizes you can readhim.
That's when your scent intensifies once more. His eyes grow darker, and hooded, now scanning your care body, you observe him in his current state. He was always calm and collected, hardly showing emotion, but today, right now, you felt so proud to be the source of his riled up behaviour.
“Nete-”
Before you can finish his name he turns towards you crashing his lips onto yours. Taken aback slightly you stumble back into the water. His hands roam you touching every crevice and curve of your body, you instantly kiss him back. Feeling the heat returning once more. His lips leave yours to now abuse your neck, moving lower to your breasts and soon he is kneeling in front of kissing your navel and trailing his nose down to your bud.
You stop. Your eyes meet. You’ve never seen him so hungry before. Still kneeling in the shall creek while you stand before him he tosses your leg over his shoulder, grabbing your ass to stabilize you while your other leg remained sanding on the creek, he tugged at your folds with his tongue.
You gasp as the sudden touch, your body going numb as all the blood rushes to your clit. He starts off gentle but soon is aggressively sucking and lapping at your cunt. You moan, as you grab a fist full of his braids, pressing him further into you as he devours you.
The knot in your stomach grows and he now hums satisfactorily as if he could sense that you’re near. He suddenly stops, looking up to you, and your eyes meet. You gasp as he now plunges his thick fingers into you, curling upwards to send you over your edge. Within seconds your juices are spraying as you scream his name, al while he just watches you. Loving the control he has over your vulnerable state.
“Don’t worry y/n, I’m not done with you.”
In one swift motion Neteyam pulls you on top of him. Straddling him, you can feel his thick member pressing against your bare cunt shielded by his loincloth. You’re bodies slightly submerged by the shallow creek, he states as you intensely before he bucks his hips up. You wince as the friction slowly starts to rile you up, your clit, begging for more.
Another buck, you breath hitches, your mouth forming a small O as you begin to redden from embarrassment. Aware of this, he leans back, bracing his back to the edge of the creek moving his arms to cradle the back of his while he takes you in. His breathing is definitely faster, and his eyes are darker but he is determined to show you he is in control regardless of how enticing you smell.
His self control is rather humbling as you catch on of his game of cat and mouse. Yes, you both are biologically compelled towards each other but he is determined to make you beg. He moves harshly again, and then shift once more, each movement making your core grow hotter.
He huffs at your state “looks like you want me to fuck you y/n” he smirks.
You snapped. You needed to get off again and you need to get off now. You hover over him sightly ripping his lion cloth off. A flash of shock surfaces on his face. His bulging member springs up as you take it and grasping it firmly at the base. Your sudden roughness makes him groan at your touch. As you pump his member you lean in for a kiss to which Neteyam does nothing. Keeping his movements still he watches you as you lean towards him. Your lips slightly pressed against his and he is overtaken b the tension. Like an animal snapping back into a trance, Neteyam passionately presses his lips onto yours. You moan into the kiss as you pump his cock. He grabs you firmly by the waist causing you to grip onto his shoulders for stability. Breaking the kiss he lifts you over his throbbing veiny cock before he mercilessly plunges his full length into you. It sends shockwaves through your body as he stretches you. He hoists you up once more to only slam you back down onto him. Your eyes roll back as he repeats the motion you legs soon begin to tremble.
“How does it make you feel y/n?” he whispers huskily now, pressed up against you his fangs grazing on your collar bone. You moans growing louder.
“Goood.” You hum.
“Do I fuck you better?”
You say nothing, you continue to hum, you can hear the squelches that come from bot of you. He does feel bigger than his brother, much more girthier, he also seems a bit more experienced, which was rather shocking, giving that Lo’ak was known for his philandering ways.
He stops suddenly. And now you’re mindlessly bouncing trying to fuck yourself, but he grips onto your hips firmly. Stopping you from moving. You refuse to stop movement as you circle your hips, whining on his member. He gasps, you can tell he is also near.
“Neteyam pleasssee.” You beg.
“Not until you answer me.” His hand now griping onto your face, causing you both to lock eyes.
Desperate for more you breathed out a heavy yes.
“I didn’t hear that y/n”
“YEEESSSS! You fuck me bettteeerr!” you screamed grinding into him.
“He loosens his grip, now digging his hands into the sandy creek, he fucks you form under, pounding into you mercilessly. You throw you head back, making your back arch, and your perky breast bounce. Within seconds your cumming, and soon after he follows, your juices mixing together as he groans in pleasure .
“AHEM, so much for not doing anything stupid.” Lo’ak remarked.
You look up to see the other Na’vi standing among the foliage. “Dad is on his way.” His jaw clenched but voice remained indifferent. You both spring off of each other attempting to clothed yourselves. An all too familiar feeling for you. You sighed wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into.
Soooo I took a while to get this done annndd iduno I backtracked on the two boys but I’ll definitely do a part 3 with both of them. Sorry if I disappointed anyone. 🙈❤️💃🏽
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴏ'ʟᴇᴋ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜱᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴜ/ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Tw: Smut, Fem masturbation, outdoor sex, getting caught, slight voyeurism?, making out, fingering, titty grabbing, voice kink?, virginity loss, mating press, breeding kink? Cream pie, confessions and fluff towards the end.
A/N: I know this is something nobody asked for and it'll be kind of dumb, but I did it anyway.
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ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.
You had been alone in the woods all day. Patrolling, making sure that the humans don't come near the territory that you and the others were located at. It was boring, nothing happened. You had been up since as early even before the sun peaked out of the horizon. The boredom was killing you. After walking for a while, you decided to just sit down under a tree. Once down, you placed your bows and quiver filled with arrows a side. Slightly slumping your back against the tree, closing your eyes to have a moment of thought. A lot has happened ever since you were woken up from your long time in cryosleep. You've learned the truth about where you had originally come from and where your true clan was from. But also meeting other people and na'vi who decided to join forces and fight against the Skypeople. There was a lot to unpack.
In all honesty, you were honestly happy to have a moment to your self. Back at base, due to it being a certain size. You had to share a bunk with others. You were used to it, since back at the school, you'd share a bunk with the others. There was little to no privacy, unless you were in the river, bathing. This was somewhat of a break in a way, being away from everyone and alone with your thoughts. It felt relaxing. But also felt like it wasn't really enough. You wanted to do more than just sitting down on the tree. As much as you liked being on your own at the moment, you couldn't help but want to do something you haven't done after a while.
It was a bit embarrassing, being out in the woods. But yet, you wished to do it. So then, you laid your back onto the tree and spread your legs apart a bit more. As well as bending them back, bring your legs close to your thighs. You slipped your hand down, past the band of your loincloth. Taking a deep breath to ease your slight nervousness. There was no going back now. With the used both your pointer and middle finger, you slowly pressed down onto your clit and began to rub slow circles. Making you slightly jolt and sigh. It's been a while since you've done this. It felt as good as the first time that you began to do this sort of thing. "Oh.." you let out a small breath, closing your eyes. As your fingers continued to work their magic. You felt your body beginning to heat up. Slightly your breathing began to heavy itself. Your chest was rapidly rising up and down at a quick pace. "Ah!.." you moaned, then you covered your mouth with your free hand. As you continued to rub now tight circles against your throbbing clit.
Slightly you bit your pointer finger as you continued to move your fingers at a slow motion and firm motion. You felt sweat beginning to build up in the back of your knees. The sweat rolled down your the back of your thighs. You let out a loud and breathy thigh, as you continued to bite onto your finger a bit more rougher. This felt so great, you've missed doing this. You felt your walls clenching around nothing and how the wetness that had developed began to roll down pass your needy hole. You felt as if it was time to pernitrate your fingers. But before you could, you decided to give yourself another few rubs, just to get you slightly more wetter. You were too focused in your own fuzzy mind, that you didn't even hear or smelled the person who had approached you. "What do we have here." A very deep and masculine voice had made you snap back to reality. Oh no, it was non other then So'lek.
You opened your eyes, seen how he was casually just standing there. Looking down at you. This was humiliating. You had been caught, by the man who've you had grown a crush on ever since you saw him. Touching yourself in the open woods. You knew that you shouldn't have done that. "S-So'lek!" That's all you could say. Before you could get up and take your hand out of your loincloth, you were stopped. "Please, don't let my presence stop you. Do continue." He simply said, while also eyeing you. Your face felt hot, your tail slightly tapping against the grass. Not only that, but he was eyeing you, with interest. You saw how his pupils dilated and how his tail swayed side to side. "You...you want me to keep... touching myself?" you asked him, nervously. All most to nervous to say the words. "Yes..~" So'lek responded, with a slight purr and growl. You saw how he bit his bottom lip and his lip growing in a small smirk. Did he... like what he was seeing?
Both you and So'lek locked eyes with one another, you then continued to rub circles against your clit. Making you let out a small and quiet moan, as you moved your fingers slightly faster and adding more pressure onto your clit. "Come on yawne, take off the loincloth. I'd like to see more." He purred, as he watched. With your free hand, you began to untie your loincloth, almost quickly to get rid of the small weaved prison. Once the loincloth was untied, you pealed it off. Exposing yourself to him more. So'lek couldn't help but stare. He got a better view of all your glory. A got a better glimpse of your thighs, strong thighs and not to mention what was between them. Your whole cunt was at full view. It was almost a work of art, he couldn't help but feel his mouth nearly water and the erection on his loincloth didn't go unnoticed. As much as he wanted to pounce at you, he kept his composure. Well, almost.
You saw how he quickly got rid of his loincloth and even his vest, he stood naked in front of you. His cock was fully erect, hard and pulsing. A small bead of pre-cum already peaking out. "Come on, take off the vest.." He growled, nearly demanding. So you did. You took off your vest. The sight of your now visible breasts made him almost go feral. The roundness and softness of your flesh, along with your pink erect nipples was what did it. He wanted nothing more than you just breed you. He wanted to allow his instincts to kick in. But he had to take it slow or did he. Without a moment, he moved quickly towards you. Literally pouncing at your feet. He then grabbed your ankles and pulled them down towards him, making you slightly squeal by the sudden action. You felt how the bark of the tree slightly scratched your back and how the grass slightly stabbed at your back. Now you were underneath So'lek, looking at one another eye to eye. You didn't have to exchange words, it only took one look. Without a doubt, he leaned down and captured your lips with his.
Quickly, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him as if your life depended on it. Not to mention, how he was kissing as if he was a wild animal. His tongue was rubbing against yours and his lips sucking onto yours. As you both kissed, you felt his hands roaming all over your naked torso. His hands roamed around your rib cage and now they were pawing at your breasts. You let out a small moan, feeling how his long fingers groped and slightly clawed at your flesh. As well as rolling your nipples between his fingers. So'lek has gone feral. Nearly out of control. You felt how one of his hands then abandoned your breast, slowly bringing it down past your stomach and into your cunt. He began giving your throbbing clit a few rubs, making your body jolt and causing you to moan in the kiss. After a few rubs, he plunged his pointer and middle finger inside your gapping hole.
"Hah!" you squealed, as you pulled away from his mouth to moan freely. You shut your eyes tightly, feeling how his long fingers were stretching you out. He then leaned over the side of your face, giving you a few kisses to ease you a bit. As he continued to finger you. Slowly, as if he knew what he was doing. "Is this what you do when you're out in the woods? Touch yourself while no one is looking?" he asked, as he kissed you near you ear. His voice, it made your wall squeeze around his fingers. This did not go unnoticed. "Oh? You like it when I talk to you like this?" He asked, as the movement of his fingers got slightly faster, making you let out a small moan. "So tell me, have you ever been intimate with someone? Lke this?" He asked, as he continued to move his fingers in and out, slowly. He waited for an answer, but you didn't say anything yet. He then moved his fingers a bit more faster, hitting you right on that delicious spot. This made you gasp and body quiver. "N-No!" you choked out. Your spit nearly getting caught up in your throat. So'lek leaned up to your ear. "I'd be honored to be your first." He purred. "Would you like that?" he asked, with a small growl. Without hesitation, you answered with a nod. "Yes." You moaned. "That's all I needed to hear." So'lek responded, while taking the tip of your ear in between his teeth, giving it a small bite and tug. This made you purr and your tail brush against the soft grass. Making you even more excited. As much as he wanted to finger you all day, he wanted more.
In a swift motion, he pulled his fingers out. Making you whine by the absence of them. Quickly, he moved himself to be in a better position, but also moved your legs up and pushed them back. Towards your chest, then he moved himself on top of you, properly. He then grabbed his cock, pointing it towards yours needy hole. In a slow motion, he slowly pushed himself inside you. Both you and him let out a loud moan, specially you. This was your very first time and everything was brand new. You felt how his cock stretched you out, it was a burning yet, delicious feeling. As painful as it felt, you weren't focused on the pain. So'lek remained still, allowing you to adjust to his size. You laid underneath him, breathing heavily and sweat building up around your body. Your arms had moved down, wrapped around his waist and your nails slightly digging onto his flesh. Leaving some marks that'll be visible later. "Are you alright? If we need to stop, we can stop." So'lek said, a caring was while moving a small piece of your hair away from your cheek. He was so loving and caring. Ever since he'd given you your own songcord, that he had made for you. You wanted to be with him for sure.
"No please..." you purred, while looking back at him. Your face was a dark shade of purple and your eyes became glossier. "I want this.." you said, hoping that he didn't pull away from you. So'lek couldn't help but feel his heart strings being pulled. He was so in love with you, from the moment he had set eyes on you. He wished to make you his mate, after this, he was sure that you and him would be together for life. He then leaned down, capturing your lips again. But this time, it was slow. You and him kissed, slowly and passionately. This made the butterflies in your stomach flatter even more than it already was. At the same time that you both kissed, he began to slow slowly. Making you let out a small gasp as you kissed, you slightly dug your nails onto his flesh more. You felt your body have a small kind of electricity flow through it.
So'lek then pulled away from the kiss, leaning his forehead against the side of your head. Your eyes were close shut, feeling how slow and gentle thrust was too good to be true. You thought as if you were dreaming like many times before. Except, this was no dream, this was real. "You're enjoying yourself yawne?" He asked, nearly out of breath as he continued to thrust into you slowly. "Y-Yes.." you responded back, your voice was also out of breath as well as shaky. "You have.." he continued, but he'd pause to take a breath. "No idea how badly..." He moaned, as he kept on thrusting. "I wanted us to.." he groaned, closing his eyes tightly. The way your tight walls clenched around him, was making him nearly loose all control. "Be like this!" He hissed, biting hit bottom lip hard. In a moment, his pace quicken. He was now going fast, slamming into you. Hitting your every spot. Making you moan as loud as you did.
Slowly, your nails dragged down his back. Scratching him. The feeling of his cock slamming into you was too much. You felt your body quiver and shake violently. You couldn't help but throw your head back, exposing your neck to him more. Without hesitation, So'lek's lips found your craned neck, kissing it softly and giving it a few small bites. Making your breath quicken and moans to get louder. "I've longed for a mate.." he growled against your skin, kissing up your neck up to your ear. His thrusts getting more harsh and aggressive. At this point, he was just drilling into you without mercy. "You're the perfect mate! My wife..." He growled. "The mother! Of my children!" He yelled out, as he slammed into you more. "So'lek!" You screamed, causing some birds to fly away from the trees and into the sky. Not only that, but you had suddenly came, but you came hard. You've never felt this way until now, you nearly passed out and were seen stars. Not only that, but you then felt how So'lek had cum as well. You felt him pumping you up full. It felt like too much, you could feel it leaking out of you.
You both laid there, out of breath and drenched in sweat. Your body was slight sore, specially your legs since they were pressed up against your chest and laid flat on So'lek's shoulders. As much as you wanted to move your legs, you couldn't. So'lek still laid on top of you, as if he was keeping your there. "How are you feeling?" He asked you. As he processed to move the hair, that had been now sticking onto your skin due to the sweat, away from your face. "Yeah.." you responded, letting out a small chuckle, while you kept on breathing heavily. Still trying to process all of what's happened. It felt a bit awkward, just laying underneath So'lek. "What should we do now?" You asked him, while looking up at him. "Hm, we can do all sorts of things. We can simply lie here together or head back to camp." He listed, but you had to ask, about earlier.
"The thing you said... about being mates... was that true?" You asked. Then So'lek, removed himself off you. Allowing you to move your legs back down, moaning slightly by the stretching of your muscle and sitting up properly. "What is I were to tell you that it were true?" He asked you, while looking at you in the eyes. His confession almost caught you off guard. "You... you wish to mate with me? But, I'm not really.. you know." You tried to explain, but you didn't need to explain any further. "That doesn't matter to me." He said, while placing both hands in your cheeks, leaning closer to you. "I want you and I know you want me." He claimed. Your eyes widen a bit, by his sudden change in attitude. "What? You think I haven't noticed the way you'd look at me? As well as your arousal?" He asked, jabbing at me. So he did notice. "You knew?" You asked, shyly. "Of course I did. You may have thought I didn't, but I did." He explained. With a small smirk appearing across his lips.
"Sorry, it's just. I didn't think, you'd share the same feelings as I did." You said, licking your bottom lip a bit. "Well, you thought wrong." He simply said, before he leaned in again and captured your lips. Kissing you again as before. You didn't hesitate to kiss him back. As well as wrapping your arms around his neck, maybe you could go again and commit tsaheylu. Except, the kiss was cut short by So'lek. "We should head back now, before they come searching for us. I wouldn't want the others to see you like this." He explained, with a playful smirk. Making you blush and slightly chuckle. "Right." You simply responded, then you began to get dressed again. When you were finished getting dressed, you turned to see So'lek's back facing you. Right there and then, you saw the scratch marks you've left on his back. Three scratches on each side on his back. "Oh no... what they see those." You asked, now getting worried about what the others may say and notice. "Let them, besides, half of the time I wear the vest and if they see them. It's none of their business." He explained, as he began to slip his vest back on.
All you could do was nod in response. Your face slightly purple. Then So'lek turned and looked at you, then he couldn't help but smirk. You caught on. "What is it?" You asked, as you fixed your hair a bit. He chuckled. "Nothing." He simply said. "Just make sure you hide the bite marks on your neck." He said, making your eyes widen. You then touched around your neck, feeling the slight teeth marks on your neck. That was bad, but no worry. You could always hide the bitemark from your neck with the necklace given to you. Right?
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His little breeding slut.
Pairing: dilf!Jake Sully x female!human!younger!reader
CW: established relationship, reader loving jake's belly, a bit of fluff, praising kink, p in v, use of "daddy", "babygirl" and "princess", breeding kink, dom Jake x sub reader, creampie, missionary position
It's been a while since the last time I wrote for Jake but this pic in the middle gave me WILD THOUGHTS 🥺🧎🏻♀️💕 so this is what came out of it lol all hail Dilf!Jake and his dad bod 🤤🤌🏻💓
na'vi words: muntxate (female mate), yawntutsyìp (little loved one)
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"You like my belly, don't you? You always put your little hands on it when I'm fucking you missionary" Jake smirked and chuckled, pleased with the dumb way you were looking at his soft belly, your eyes completely bewitched by his delicious body and both your hands over his abdomen.
"You know I do, Daddy. It's so soft, so good to touch..." You mewled.
"You're so cute, babygirl" He chuckled tenderly as he slowly but steadily thrusted into you.
"Thanks, Daddy" you said in a cute voice and gave him a smile, as you felt his cock coming in and out of you, your pussy clenching.
Jake suddenly thrusted his huge cock harder into your pussy, his large tip suddenly reaching your womb, taking a surprised cry of pleasure out of you. His tip leaked so much precum inside your cervix and he couldn't wait to cum inside his little breeding slut.
"Daddy wants to breed you, princess. Does my muntxate want to carry my baby?" He enquired while he pounded your pussy even harder this time, his soft striped thighs slightly jiggling as they crashed into the softness of your own thighs.
"Yes, Daddy, please." You pleaded while gazing at his face with furrowed eyebrows.
"Say it like I taught you to." Jake grunted in a demanding tone.
"Please, breed me, Daddy. Please, put a baby on me..." You loved when he made you beg. It turned you on even more.
"That's right, babygirl. You make Daddy proud." His voice was shaking with sheer pleasure as he felt your warm, wet pussy milking his cock just so fucking well.
A few rough thrusts later, Jake let out a hoarse and loud groan as a strong load of his thick warm cum filled your insides.
He came out of you and a bit of his white seed was leaking from your pussy into the mat.
"We're gonna have to clean this mess, yawntutsyìp." Jake laughed, breath still heavy, as he shook his head from side to side, his fangs escaping from under his upper lip, making you think how insanely beautiful and charming your mate was. Jake would never stop making you sigh out of love and admiration of his beauty, even if the both of you had been mated for quite some time now.
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giving him a show / lo'ak sully is now live. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩
ಇ new message from: @tiredmamaissy. all smut bc…. 🧍🏻♀️#48 lo’ak #16 neteyam. ily!! congrats on 500. i feel like i’m really at a sleepover 🥹
ಇ current game. after ao’nung pisses lo’ak off, he takes it all out on you which ends with you getting caught.
ಇ game warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, aged up! lo'ak, fem! metkayina! reader, dom! lo'ak, voyeurism, arranged marriage trope, caught, spanking, one-sided lust (on nung's side) + praise kink. words. 945.
ಇ things to note. this was actually one of the prompts from my 500 prompt sleepover and i didn't get to finish all the prompts because i got burnt out from it. so this event really helped me come up with something for this prompt. thank you so much bb for participating in that event, really appreciate you, and i have not forgotten the neteyam prompt you requested, going to try to finish that and put it out!! it's my first Lo'ak smut and it's not the last, more is on the way!! : masterlist / kinktober masterlist / part two / previous fic / taglist
To say Lo’ak was pissed was an understatement, you could tell someone pissed him off just by the way he pounds into you letting you feel every inch of him as he lands smacks to your cheeks one at a time.
What got him to be so angry was the remark Ao’nung said after one of his friends brought up him, how he and you always were spending time together.
Ao’nung told his friends that you would never go for a freak like him and that he couldn’t have you even if he tried.
What he doesn’t know is he has had you from the first day he got here.
His aggression was apparent and it had you lost for words as loud moans spilled out of your mouth that could be heard by anyone who managed to walk by the area the two of you were in.
“Fuck…” you mewled as you held onto the tree in front of you as Lo’ak grips on your hips tight as he ruts into you.
You loved it when he fucked you like this, it was something you never felt before he came to your home, you had never been handled like this and it made you grow wetter by the second earning a low chuckle from him.
“You love being treated like a slut, don’t you mamas?” He questioned, you nodded your head in response but immediately felt a smack to your ass. “Uh uh, you know better than that, use your words or m’stoppin’”
“Y…yes I love when you treat me like your dirty whore,” you cried out not wanting him to stop his torture, his dick buried deep inside you, feeling him everywhere, hitting all the right angles that had you gasping. He focused on the way his dick disappeared in your cunt, coming out wetter each time.
“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” He queries as a smirk appears on his lips watching you try to form a sentence but all that comes out are curses and moans.
“What would he think, hm?” His smirk gets wider. Lo’ak knew you were to be mated with Ao’nung ever since he got to the Metkayina but it didn’t matter to him since you never showed actual interest in Ao’nung like you did whenever you were around him.
You and Lo’ak have been fooling around on the low for a while now not wanting people to find out yet till you figure out a way to get out of the arrangement.
“Does he know you love to be fucked in the open where anybody can see you?” he taunts as his ears pick up a distant sound in the forest, the biggest smirk on his face because he knows what who it was.
“Your perfect little pussy s’suckin’ me right in,” he raised his voice a bit as his hips don’t miss a beat as you feel his dick caressing your g spot repeatedly, throwing your head back as you feel your release build-up.
Lo’ak could tell you were about to cum just by the way your cunt was clenching around his cock. “Tell me who’s pussy this, ma,” he demanded.
“Then, I’ll give you exactly what you want,” he decreasing the speed a bit to wait for your answer. Your mind was clear, unable to put together words but you were so close to cumming.
“S’all yours, Lo’ak! Please make me cum… so close…” you cried out, stickin out your tongue a bit earning a low chuckle from him as he increased the speed.
“That’s my girl, say hello to our guest,” you were confused at what he was talking about. A guest? What did he mean by that?
Lo’ak gently grabs your chin to turn your head to the side and you blink a few times as you see Ao’nung standing there with a blank expression on his face, you can’t tell if he is angry or shocked or maybe both.
You tried to open your mouth to say something but all that came out was a moan, you were feeling too good to even come up with some type of an explanation.
Ao’nung being there didn’t phase Lo’ak at all as he didn’t care if he caught them or not. He continued his torture on your sopping hole which he noticed got even wetter than before.
“You love being watched don’t you, my sweet girl,” he teases as you are about to nod your head but catch yourself. “Yes… m’going to cum!” you whine as your breath becomes uneven.
“Look at him while you cum on my cock, ma. Let him see just how good I’m making you feel.”
You obeyed his orders turning to face to look at Ao’nung who now had a clear angry expression on his face, sticking your tongue out your mouth as your legs start to tremble and you paint his cock with your release and as he felt your gummy walls flutter around him, he gives you one more stroke before cumming deep inside of you, letting out a groan as you try to catch your breath.
“Fuck…” you whimpered out as your body goes slumped but he catches you, pulling you up against him, capturing your lips onto his.
When he pulls away, a smile appears on his face as he looks at your fucked out expression on your face.
“You did good f’me, my sweet girl.” He praised as he laid small kisses on your cheeks and a smirk appeared once again on his lips as he heard Ao’nung’s footsteps running far away from them. Mission accomplished!
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“C’monn baby,” Jake chuckles as he tugs you, dragging you away from the hunt festival. You’re both drunk off your asses. This being Jake’s first-ever hunt festival, which was one of the biggest festivals, everyone went crazy with introducing him to some of the strong liquids on Pandora. Everyone cheered him on and took shots with him.
You and your friends were absolutely amused by this, joining in on the fun as well. Jake quickly realized that Grace was not lying, this stuff was no joke. After a while, everyone was too drunk to even notice how touchy you and Jake were to each other. How Jake put his hand on your upper thigh and kept whispering in your ear. How you leaned closer to his body and held onto his bicep.
“Jakeee,” you giggle as you both almost tripped. Your grip on his hand tightens. “Where are we even going?” Jake drags you deeper into the forest, and the music from the festival slowly fades away. It is much quieter now and significantly cooler since you aren’t surrounded by a huge pit of fire anymore.
“I dunno,” Jake smiles as he shrugs his shoulders. He tugs on your arm once more. “Gotta walk faster!” He says while laughing, looking back to see you struggling to keep up with him.
You gasp jokingly. “Heyy don’t laugh! Y’gotta walk s-slower!!” Jake stops walking so that you can walk in front of him. You giggle as you throw your head back. Both of you finding anything and everything funny at this point.
As you throw your head back, you close your eyes, appreciating the beautiful sounds of the forest as you continue to giggle. However, not looking at where you were stepping caused you to trip. Luckily before anything bad happened Jake was quick to catch you by your hips.
He laughs at your clumsiness. “Baby y’gotta look where you’re goin’.” He wraps his arm around your waist. The pet name sent warmth throughout your body.
“I was!” you lied. “and you still haven’t told me where we are going.”
Jake moves your body in front of him, your back flush against his warm chest. He wraps one of his arms around your stomach and the other around your chest. “I just wanted to get ya alone,” He whispered in your ear. His voice sends shivers down your spine. You bit your lip, trying not to smile.
“oh yeah?” You tease.
“Ohh yeah,” Jake smirks before he starts to kiss your neck. You lean your head against his, moaning softly at his contact. He then starts sucking on your neck, wanting to leave a mark. You let out a breathy laugh, turning your head to face his. You both look at each other with wide grins, swaying slightly from side to side.
“You look so beautiful right now,” Jake says. You giggle again looking down at the floor feeling a bit more shy now that you guys are alone. Jake turns your head back to face him before smashing his lips to yours. Your lips are soft against his as you both move in sync.
Jake moves your body to face him before breaking the kiss to kiss your neck again. You moan and throw your head back as you bring your hands into his hair. Jake then guides you backward up against a tree before quickly going back to kissing your lips.
It’s a bit sloppy considering you’re both drunk but it all felt so hot. Jake’s hands roam your body before he makes his way down to your ass, squeezing it. You smile into the kiss. He feels your smile before smiling himself. He continues to squeeze your ass before using it to push you against his hardened cock.
Your smile quickly turns into a soft gasp. Jake finds your reaction funny as he smiles into the kiss again. Jake breaks the kiss causing you to whine.
“I wan- *kiss* try *kiss* somethin’ *kiss* “ Jake chuckles as you try and continue to kiss him. He guides you by your lower back to a flat rock for you to sit on. The cold surface of the rock helps to cool down your hot skin.
Jake softly nudges your shoulders. “Lay back baby.” As you lay back, Jake picks up both of your legs by the back of your knee and makes it so that your legs are bent and your feet are resting at the edge of the rock. Jake comes in between your legs and slowly starts to kiss up your body. You close your eyes and giggle.
“It tickles.” You say smiling. He continues to kiss up your body until he reaches your tits, which were covered by your very skimpy top (which you wore specifically for Jake).
“Mmm, I like this,” Jake says smirking. He plays with the beads from your top, admiring the way it fits your chest. You blush, eyes still on Jake, completely distracted by how hot he looks right now. You so badly want him to take care of the ache that’s starting to grow between your legs.
“Can I take it off?” Jake asks now staring into your eyes. You had a needy pout on your face that Jake was fucking obsessed with. You nod your head almost immediately. “Need your words, baby.”
“Y-yes please.” Jake starts to take off your top, making sure he’s being as gentle as possible. His soft touches burn your skin. Once your top is off, Jake goes back to kissing your body. He makes his way around your chest area. You look at him, doe-eyed and lips parted.
Your eyes don’t leave his figure, absolutely mesmerized by his actions. He looks up at you as he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly. You throw your head back, moaning. If you weren’t wet before, you’re definitely soaking now. Jake makes sure to show your other tit some love by groping it with his big hands, occasionally pinching lightly at your nipple. It was all starting to feel even more intense because Jake never took his eyes off you. Scanning your face. Reading your reactions.
“J-Jake. S’good.” You whine while closing your eyes. He hums around your tit before lightly biting your peaked nipple. You let out an airy gasp. Your eyes shoot open to be met with Jake’s hungry eyes.
“Eye’s on me, baby girl”. Jake releases his mouth from your tit, which is now glistening with his spit. He moves to your other tit, showing it the same love. The ache between your legs is starting to grow unbearable. You begin to rut your hips into his body, desperately looking for some relief. Jake releases your tit from his mouth before going back up to kiss your lips.
You continue to grind your hips into his. Your hands gripping his hair as you both make out heavily. Jake breaks the kiss to kiss down your body again. He makes his way down to your loincloth, leaving wet kisses around it. He looks up at you, asking with his eyes.
“Please, take it off.” You beg. Jake smirks as he unties it and reveals your wet cunt.
“Damn baby you’re soaking.” A string of slick appears as he separates your loincloth from your body.
“Holy shit,” Jake groans at the sight. He’s never seen someone as perfect as you. He grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them back to where your legs are almost against your chest so that you are now on full display for him. You hiss as cool air hits your sensitive cunt, processing how exposed you are to him. Jake begins to kiss the back of your thighs occasionally biting your skin to tease. You whine. He’s so close to where you need him yet so far.
“Jake p-please,” you say out of breath.
“Please what?” Jake says as he goes back to leaving wet kisses closer to your dripping core, now staring into your eyes. He’s got that stupid smirk on his face again.
“I need you s’bad.” You beg.
“Y’have me,” Jake says as he starts to kiss away from your pussy. You whine again, throwing your head back in frustration.
“Use your words and I’ll do whatever ya want.” Oh, he was enjoying every minute of this, watching you fall apart under his touch. He pinches the sensitive skin on your thigh. You squirm and huff out in frustration.
“Please…need your mouth on my pussy,” you say, the alcohol giving you all of the courage you needed to say that.
Jake smiles. “Atta girl,”. He quickly moved his arms so that they were hooked over your hips to lock your legs in place. Jake didn’t waste any more time after that and dove in licking from your sopping hole and up to your clit. He wrapped his mouth around it. You let out the most pornographic moan as he started sucking on it. Your hands go straight to his hair, gripping to steady yourself for what’s about to come.
You arch your back at the intense pleasure coursing through your body. Jake groans against your pussy sending vibrations up your spine. Jake looks up at you, taking in the sight before him. Your eyebrows are furrowed and you’re biting your lip. He separates from your cunt, causing you to whine and open your eyes.
Jake spreads your thighs wider before pausing to look you in the eyes. He brings his fingers to your slippery cunt, using them to separate your folds. He then spits right on your clit. You let out a broken moan, dropping your head back down on the rock. Jake goes back to work on your throbbing clit as he starts to nod his head from side to side.
“O-oh Jake,” you cry out. Your hand goes to grip on his arm that’s holding your legs down.
“Yeah, baby? Y’like that?” Jake asks. His voice was low and hoarse. You pick your head up to look at him. His mouth shining with your slick. The sight of him makes you even more wet.
“Mhm..love it s’much.” You babble. You both keep eye contact as he goes down on you once again before thrusting his tongue inside your pussy. His mouth goes back up to your clit. He starts to give your clit sloppy kisses. Your cunt tightens around nothing as he continues to make out with your cunt.
You are a mess under him. Your legs trembling, your hands gripping onto anything around you, your breathing uneven.
“Mmm, you taste so good, baby.” Jake releases the hold of one of your legs before plunging two thick fingers into your wet pussy.
“Oh fuck!” You squeal, eyes rolling back. Jake groans as you immediately tighten around him. The squelching noise coming from the contact was so hot. Jake could not get over how wet and warm you felt.
Jake thrusts his fingers in and out of your hole. His tongue flicked quickly over your clit. Everything was so messy now. Your juices and Jake’s spit mixed and trickled down to the rock underneath you. Your legs threaten to close around his head as he continues to assault your creamy pussy. You quickly start to feel the warmth bubbling in your stomach as your orgasm approaches. You tighten around Jake’s fingers signaling to him your close.
“You close baby?” Jake asks, already knowing the answer. Jake looks up at you. Your head nodding fast, eyes tightly closed, and mouth open breathing heavily.
“Yes yes so close Jake please.” You whine. Everything feels so hot and intense. His fingers curl, hitting that sweet spot.
“Y-yes, right there!”
“Yeah? That the spot?.” Jake teases.
“Uh huh-fuck I’m g’na cum!” You pant. Your hips raise off of the rock.
“Look at me, look at me when you cum. C’mon, baby.” You use all of the strength you have to open your eyes and meet Jake’s eyes. “That’s it, good girl.”
You moan as Jake flicks his tongue over your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking harshly, his fingers continue to thrust at a fast pace, hitting that spot. All of this while he’s keeping that intense eye contact brings you over the edge and hard.
“Sh-shit!” You moan loudly. Your hips rise higher off of the rock, legs shaking around Jake’s head. Your body jerks as your cunt pulses around Jake’s fingers as he helps you ride out your high.
You had shut your eyes now as the pleasure became too intense and caused them to water. You arch your back as Jake continues to finger you.
As you come down from your high you start to feel the overstimulation. Jake removes his fingers but continues to give sloppy kisses to your cunt. He growls against you. He was addicted to your taste, never wanting to stop.
“Jakee!” You squeal as he laps your dripping pussy. You throw your head back again before attempting to sit up to lightly push him away. Jake gives one final kiss on your clit before he starts kissing up your body. He reaches your lips, kissing eagerly. You whimper as you taste yourself on his lips. Both of you moaned into each other’s mouths before Jake broke the kiss.
“Fuck baby,” he laughs “that was so hot.” You huff out a laugh before looking down at Jake’s prominent bulge. You look back at him before leaning in to kiss him again. As you kiss him you reach down, cupping his bulge. Jake groans into your mouth. You smile against his lips.
“Your turn.”
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As Brittany Broski once said,
“I need him in a way that is concerning to feminism”
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⋆｡° ✮ minors dni 🔞
⋆｡° ✮ Kinktober masterlist
⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: spanking, pussy / clit slapping, degradation, dom/sub, authority kink, fingering, daddy kink
You hadn't meant to get caught.
You had just needed it so badly, and with Jake being away for another resource raid until eywa knows when, you‘d been unable to wait any longer. But somehow the intention of being quick and subtle had turned into something more drawn out, and before you had realized it, you were stretched out on your bed, three fingers buried deep between your thighs, when the flaps that represented the door to your marui pod were suddenly pulled aside and you were met with two golden eyes, staring down at you right as you came undone.
Of course, you were paying for it now.
You yelped as a heavy hand descended onto your upturned ass, sending you sliding forward over the muscular thigh you were bent over.
"Such a needy little slut. Couldn't even wait for me to get home, huh?" Another smack cut off any answer you might've made. "Who do you think does this pussy belong to?"
"Y-You", you gasp, when the answer was rewarded with another blow.
"And whose ass is this, huh?" One hand squeezed and molded a cheek, and you moaned as he groped the overly sensitive flesh. "Well? You’re gonna answer me or what? Whose is it?"
"Yours! It’s- it’s yours!"
Another slap, this time aimed a little lower, fingertips brushing over your folds at the impact and you let out another moan, less like a painful one and more in a way that was so unmistakable, that when you felt the thigh you laid on tense, you knew exactly what was coming now. "Does this turn you on, getting what you deserve? Does my little slut enjoy getting spanked?"
"Yes", you said quietly, your breath hitching.
“Yes, who?” The words were sharp, slicing over your skin like knives, and you shuddered.
"Sir", you moaned, softly at first and then louder when his palm landed on your ass yet again. "Yes, sir!"
"Hmm, that's better", Jake hummed, and you shivered again, as a hand stroked over one aching cheek.
"So pretty when you've been spanked", his low voice murmured. "Did you do this on purpose, then? Were you trying to get me to bend you over my knee and remind you what happens to naughty girls who can't keep their hands off other people’s property?"
You shook your head, biting your lip to hold back a moan, not trusting your voice to answer just yet. Fingers slid down along the crease between your cheeks, then vanished between your glistening folds, before they teased your entrance. Moaning, you arched towards them, then cried out when the movement was answered with a slap. "Did I say you could move?"
"No, sir. I just—"
"Just what? Needed Daddy to touch your little pussy, is that right?" A firm swat cut off whatever you might have answered. "I think I don't want to hear anything else out of that filthy mouth of yours except Yes, No, or Please, got that?"
Your cheeks were bright red as you mumbled a quiet, "Yes, sir."
"Now, what should I do with you, hm?”
You had more than a few suggestions, but you doubted they'd be appreciated just yet, so you kept quiet. "You know, I came home early tonight because I planned to spend the evening fucking you into the mattress, giving my good girl a reward for being so patient, but since you already decided to be selfish and take care of your needs all on your own…."
"N-No! Please, sir! Please…”
Another harsh spank to your bottom made you gasp. "Not that you look like you couldn’t take another round", Jake teased, one of his fingers dipping between your thighs. "My little slut‘s all wet down there."
"Y-Yes, sir, yes I- I can—”
You moaned loudly at the sudden explosion of sensation when two of Jakes digits pushed themselves past your tight entrance to the last knuckle, stretching you further.
"Oh f-fuck", you half-sobbed and the scoff coming from Jake only ratcheted your arousal up to almost painful limits. You wanted to feel the thick cock that was pressing against your stomach pounding into you instead, but there were only his fingers, thrusting and curling against your sweet spots.
Without quite realizing it, you began to move, pushing back against his hand as best as you could. A hard smack made you freeze, the warm buzz radiating from your ass all the way up your spine. "Look at you", Jake chuckled, "so hungry for it... you need it, don't you?"
"Yes, sir. Yes, sir, please. I promise I’ll be good! Please I need it so bad!" The words were little more than a desperate and whiny whimper as you fought for some kind of control, squirming on his lap, only to have it snatched away with a deep thrust of his fingers that made you choke on a moan instead.
As soon as the sound was out of your mouth, the caressing hand drew back to slap your ass again, then paused.
"And now you're getting pleasure out of your punishment", he tsked, shaking his head in disappointment as he pulled his fingers out of you against your whiny protests. "Doesn’t look to me like you’re even trying to be a good girl."
For several seconds, there was nothing, and you wondered if you’d truly fucked up this time, but then the hand descended, landing just below your ass, making you try to jump away. The next time, Jake didn't stop with just one blow, and each seemed to get harder as he moved from cheek to cheek, spreading your thighs and making his way inward, closer to your pussy. His low voice was ringing in your ears, each word punctuated by a hard smack. "You. Do. Not. Ever. Play. With. This. When. I‘m. Not. Home. That. Clear?”
The last strike landed just on your throbbing clit, and you barely managed to hold back a sob at the white-hot sting that threatened to rob you of the last vestiges of sanity and control. "Ye…Yes, sir", you forced out through clenched teeth, drooling and breathing rapidly.
"Good job, hun. I hope you‘ve learned your lesson", you heard Jake‘s low voice in a hum of approval. "Go on and come for me, baby girl.”
You nearly howled as Jake suddenly pushed his fingers back inside you, thrusting them in and out at such a merciless pace, you were left with no choice but to come on command– moaning, cursing and shaking as he held you firm over his thigh, helping you ride out your orgasm as he curled his digits just right.
When the last echoes of your moans slowly ebbed away, you felt limp and boneless in his arms.
"Now where are your manners, hm? Don’t you want to thank daddy for making you come?", Jake grinned at your hazy expression, while swiping the drool from your chin with his thumb. When there is no sign of a response from you, other than a content little hum, his grin widens. "Oh c’mon, did I already fuck that brain outta ya? You’re too cute, all fucked out just from my fingers. Baby, I haven’t even started yet…"
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“Bed. Now.”
Dilf!jake x younger!omatikayareader (legal ofc)
MDNI
“Ma’Jake!” you tease, whispering your mate’s name from behind a tree. Only Jake’s ears perk up, and he stops his sentence to look around, clenching his hand into a fist. Your palm clamps over your mouth, stifling a giggle. You know it’s wrong to mess with him while he’s planning an attack. He’s busy, other warriors are being led by him, waiting for further instructions. He sighs.
“Did anyone else hear that?” he faces the group again. His soldiers look around at each other.
“No, sir,” one of them says. “What did you hear?”
Jake’s ears relax themselves. “Y/N’s voice,” he rolls his eyes.
“Ma Olo’eyktan, you are probably thinking of her,” the same warrior replies, tilting his head with the suggestion.
“Probably,” Jake shrugs and lets out a chuckle, prompting the same from the rest of the group. You peek from behind the tree, before silently running off. You scurry across the forest, heading towards the village. Your feet make small patting noises as Pandora swallows you whole. The trees tower above you while the branches protrude into your path. Small chitters of animals make your ears perk as you approach the Omatikaya camp.
“Where were you?” Mo’at shakes her head and clicks her tongue as you walk in.
“Messing with Jake,” you giggle, a mischievous expression painting your face. You kneel to sit with her.
“He will be back tonight, no need to bother him,” her attention returns to a bowl of herbs that she was mixing.
“Back tonight?” your eyebrows raise. You didn’t know he was coming back so soon. You thought he was off again, ready to stay a couple nights in the Floating Mountains to watch for sky people.
“Yes, Y/N,” Mo’at nods, lifting up her bowl of herbs and setting it aside. You stand back up, ready to get back to your tent.
“I should clean up our space,” you look back at her. She just chuckles, not making eye contact. You walk off into the village, greeting as you go. Little girls sit and weave baskets, hunters head off with their bows, and mothers hold their babies. You take a good look at a mom. She had just given birth. She lays down, the flaps of her tent are ajar, and she kisses her newborn. You think about Jake, then hurry away. As you walk towards your tent, isolated from the rest, footsteps follow you. Your ears perk and you stop.
“Y/N.” Jake’s stern voice makes you whip around, your eyes widening.
“Hi, ma’Jake-“ you rush over to him, intending to give him a kiss on the cheek. He grabs you and holds you in place.
“The fuck were you thinking? I was busy!” he scolds you, practically shouting. You flinch.
“Sorry,” your ears fold back and you look down at the ground.
“Bed. Now.” his nostrils flare and his gaze is intense. You nod and he lets go of you, letting you scamper to the tent. He follows you at a slower place, watching as your ass moves. You crawl on the bed, turning and leaning back for Jake. Your pupils dilate in fear.
“I-“ you find yourself confused, not knowing how to apologize. You watch as Jake unties his loincloth.
“Y/N, you have to fucking understand. You can’t mess with me when it concerns the safety of the people!” he angrily fiddles with the strings of his garment, his erection becoming more and more visible. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your voice distracted me, y’know that? Don’t goddamn play with me. Not when we’re planning something crucial,” his loincloth falls to the floor and you gasp at his cock. It springs up, throbbing for you.
“Oh…” your voice is small and weak. You didn’t understand half of the words he said while he was undressing, but you got the point.
“Fuck are you waiting for? Undress!” he shouts to you. And you comply, taking your top and loincloth off, then throwing them to the floor. Your bare body is out in the open for him.
“I’ll fuckin’ leave so many marks on those tits,” he crawls on the bed towards you, predatory eyes scanning your body. You reach for him, but gets met with him roughly pinning your hands down above your head. The sudden movement makes you yelp.
“Shh,” he reaches down to the floor next to the bed, grabbing your loincloth. He admires the arousal stains on it, before using it to tie your hands up. You fight with him.
“Jake! Let me go!” you squirm and pull, but he’s too heavy. His body holds you down and he ties your crossed wrists to the wooden bedpost before positioning himself in front of your entrance.
“Tell me what happens to little sluts that can’t behave until their mate comes home,” he rubs his tip up and down your slit, making your toes curl.
“I-I-“ you tremble.
“Tell me,” he slaps your tit.
“They get punished!” your face heats up.
“Good job,” he pulls away for a second to place a pillow under your pelvis, then prods your entrance with his tip again, preparing to enter.
“Mmmph!” your back arches and you whine in a mix of pain and pleasure when he enters you. Your slick coats his member and drips down onto his balls. He bares his teeth and grunts with every inch inside of you. He stretches you out, the veins and throbbing being noticeable.
“Fuck,” he small sheen of sweat begins to coat his skin. You tug on your restraints and yelp, legs shaking. He holds himself all the way inside of you, your eyes clench shut and his mouth falls open as his tip presses against your cervix. His balls tease your folds as well. He grunts over you, warm precum spirting out of him cock. You desperately breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, trying to calm yourself. “Jeez, been takin’ my dick for so long and you still struggle,” he degrades.
“Please, please, please be nice-“ you beg and whine. Jake ignores your pleading. He pulls out a couple inches, then thrusts back in again, letting out a pleasured groan when he bumps into your cervix. The rough motion of his push makes a tear fall out of your eye, rolling down your face and onto the pillow under your head.
“Fuck, cant stand to see my baby like this,” Jake’s head falls down and he watches the tear mark on your face. He gives in, untying your hands from the bed post and kissing your lips, letting you wrap your arms around him. The kiss is passionate and loving, relieving the overstimulation of the sex. Your moans quiet down, muffled by his mouth. He starts to thrust again, fucking you slowly and shallowly into the mattress. Your legs wrap around him.
“Mm… mmm… mm… mmmph! mmph! mmph!!” your moans grow louder against his face as he suddenly speeds up his thrusts, fucking fast and deep again. You pull away from his kiss, looking over his shoulder to watch his hips push into you. Your fingernails dig into his back, evoking a growl from him. Your cunt clenches around Jake’s dick, hinting to him that you’re close. You try to talk, but your words are incoherent, cock-drunk blabbers. He loves that.
“Hmm, close?” he asks, looking at your eyes, dilated and wide with ecstasy.
“Yes! Yes!” your back arches further. You mewl and your body writhes as your orgasm washes over you. You clench around Jake tightly, his cum filling you up. You bite his shoulder in an attempt to shut yourself up. He quickly reaches for your face, grabbing your chin and pressing your head down onto the pillow. His fingers travel to your lips, spreading them open before he spits in your mouth. You eagerly swallow it as the end of your orgasm rides itself out. Jake pulls out of you, watching your breasts bounce with his movement. You sigh, closing your eyes. When he notices the mark on your wrists from the restraints, he pulls you into his embrace and kisses them, evoking a giggle from you.
“My girl..” he kisses them quickly, making sure not to press down too hard and hurt you. “You okay?” he asks.
“Yes, won’t bother you again. Promise,” you intertwine his pinky with your ring finger, unable to make a pinky promise because you’re a native na’vi. Jake melts at the gesture.
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