hey lovelies! my name is jade and my pronouns are she/her. i write predominantly avatar fan fiction, but i'm planning on branching out once i get more comfortable with my writing style (and if you guys want some ofc).
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Hey could i request a Neteyam x reader. Reader is best friends with Lo’ak and they are the same age. When the sully siblings hang out with the reader everyone notices there is a sexual tension between Neteyam and the reader. The reader and Neteyam finally become a couple and Lo’ak thinks that Neteyam is stealing his best friend. In the end all is forgiven and they all live in harmony.
finally getting to this request!! sorry it's taken so longg
Lo'ak's best friend (part 1, sfw)
pairing: neteyam x omaticayan!fem reader
content warnings: reader YEARNS for neteyam, and a tense moment between them
this fic series will have no smut between neteyam and the reader. it's going to be a cute and wholesome teen romance :)
“You’re getting too close!” you called out to Lo’ak as he ducked and weaved under and around you and your Ikran, teasing and taunting you both. His beast was just as cheeky as he was, sending your more skittish partner in a distress. “Shhh Tswake,” you soothed, stroking the smooth leathery skin of her neck. “Let’s teach them a lesson.”
In an unspoken command, Tswake dived, the wind slapping on your face and stinging your eyes. You just avoided one of the floating mountains ahead, though Lo’ak had no such luck. “Shit!” He exclaimed at the same time his ikran let out a head-splitting shriek, the sound of wings and bodies making contact with hard earth. You chuckled triumphantly, the wind now calming on your features as you both leveled out and slowed. You could hear and see other banshees and their riders flying around you, looking at you with disdain at the disruption of their previously peaceful evening ride. You smiled to yourself. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Lo’ak to be getting yourselves in some form of danger or trouble, it came with the territory of being the best friend of the Olo’eyktan’s son. It was hard for Lo’ak to live up to his father’s impossible standards, so you took it upon yourself to help him forget, even for a little bit. It was the habit of many people in the clan to assume you were promised to each other, but it wasn’t like that, it couldn’t be. Not when your heart and mind and soul was consumed with another.
You had accepted long ago that - for Lo’ak’s sake - you would never have what you truly wanted, or who. It didn’t matter, anyway, mating wasn’t always for love, you knew you could be content with mating with a respectable male and having children to fill your life with joy and happiness. But somewhere, deep down, a part of your heart ached, and you knew that feeling would linger.
The sound of Lo’ak and his ikran snapped you out of your melancholy: “that was not funny,” he said with feigned upset.
You grinned back at him, “that’s what you get for pissing us off, Lo’ak.”
“You know damn well it was Taw’s idea just as much as it was mine,” it was true, Lo’ak’s banshee was very much trying to gain the affections of your own, but Tswake was having none of it. Your previous thoughts had once again reappeared in the front of your mind, causing your smile to falter and your eyes to turn away from your friend and instead to the floating mountains ahead. You tried to focus on the air, the sun, anything else, but nothing could distract you from the rope pulling and constricting at your lungs. Lo’ak caught the change instantly.
“Are you alright?” he said your name, his eyes and voice etched with worry.
You didn’t look at him, “yes, of course.”
He didn’t leave it alone, “come on, you know you can talk to me. Tell me.”
You sighed heavily, both of you ducking underneath vines hanging off of nearby rocks as you flew, the sun warming your face, “it’s nothing, really. I just feel like… I mean, as we’re getting older, there have been…” Eywa, you felt stupid saying this to him. You paused, trying to gether your thoughts into a coherent way to recount to Lo’ak, who continued to soar alongside you.
“There have been expectations, Lo’ak. For me to choose, to mate. Not with you, of course,” you added hurriedly when you saw his frown. “I just feel as if there is no one truly out there for me, that I will never be able to mate for love.” You didn’t mention who, specifically, was on your mind. You knew how Lo’ak would act if he found out.
“Oh,” he said, his eye brows furrowing together again.
“I know, it’s stupid. We’re both still young and I shouldn’t worry myself with this sort of shit but I-”
“No,” he interrupts, stopping your anxious babble. “I get it. Dad’s always telling ‘Teyam and I to ‘start thinking about it,’” the thought of Neteyam thinking about people he would consider mating had your stomach twisting in an unbearable knot. Lo’ak went on, “but it’s not like it would be hard for you to find a mate,” you looked at your best friend, really looked at him, and he wasn’t mocking you, he saw how much emotional turmoil you were in and he was answering genuinely. He really believed you wouldn’t - and couldn’t - struggle in the process of building a family of your own. If only he knew.
“You think so?”
He grinned at you, “well, if they don’t end up figuring out about how annoying you are and how bad your breath smells.”
Aaand there it was. The real Lo’ak was back. You pursed your lips together to contain your smile, as you and your ikran dove down to the clearing for you both to dismount and go to Hometree for mealtime.
The tree of your home was a generous hue of colours; cool greens, blues, and purples illuminating the area around you in a comforting embrace. A light chatter of your tsmukan (clan) under the three moons grounded you, steeling you as you and Lo’ak walked towards where his siblings were sitting, Neteyam eating and teasing Kiri in his good-humoured way. Your heart thundered, pulse fluttering infuriatingly. This was stupid! You needed to get over yourself, it was never gonna happen.
Lo’ak nudged your arm with his own, bringing you fully back into what was happening around you, instead of your attention staying on the boy who’s regard had shifted from his sister to you. And Lo’ak. You and Lo’ak. There was no way he cared enough to be looking at only you. You reminded yourself of this as you began to rattle on casually with the other Na’vi your age you passed that sat near Hometree, a “hello” here, a “how are you?” there.
“I still do not understand why you talk with them,” Kiri said to you as you took your place next to her, pretending to be enthralled by her comment in order to not let your traitorous gaze to shoot to Neteyam and stay there. Embarrassing.
Kiri was around half an inch shorter than you, but a million times more feisty. You prided yourself in being friendly to everyone because of you hatred for confrontation, but Kiri was unashamed in her opinions of others. You admired it, to be able to speak what she felt about anything and everything, though you knew she felt just as out of place amongst those your age as you did. Just like her mother, you were told.
You chuckled at her cynicism. “Why wouldn’t I? They’re not all bad.”
She looked at you, unimpressed. “They are a group of boring idiots, every time they open their mouths my ears bleed.” Her candor was a bit exaggerated, but it was truthful. It was almost impossible to have any real conversation with the teenage Na’vi, their talk was so surface-level and… bland. You would never admit it, but you agreed with her. But before you could answer, the oldest of the Sully’s said something first.
“You are just mad that everyone is scared of you and we are your only friends,” Neteyam said it with a smile, purposely trying to get a reaction out of Kiri. His eyes flicked from you to his younger sister, almost as if to catch your reaction. You stifled a laugh.
“I’d rather them to be afraid of me if that meant I never actually had to talk to them,” Kiri snapped back to her brother, playing right into his hands.
“Says the healer! You’ll have to talk them if you become a healer with grandmother,” Lo’ak said, laughing.
You understood both of their points, but Neteyam and Lo’ak didn’t struggle in the same way you and Kiri did. Everyone liked them. They could make friends and talk to anyone, it was just the way they were. You said this to them, looking at Neteyam as you did. He huffed a laugh as he took a bite of his meal.
“First of all, not everyone likes me. And second of all, everyone loves you, I don’t think you actually struggle with getting anyone to like you.” His eyes burned into you, and even though Kiri had kept talking, you just stared at him, taking no notice of what your friend beside you was saying. He stared right back, unabashedly. You had been tense and nervous since you first saw him tonight, but now you thought your heart would beat so fast it would rip straight from your chest for everyone to see how much he affected you. It was not as if you’d never made eye contact with each other before, that sort of thing was unavoidable. This, this was different. There was a new weight to the way you looked at each other now, something you had never felt before. It made you want to get up and run away into the trees and scream. The look he gave you was a taught thread, wrapping around your neck and depriving you of all air. Did he really mean that? Everyone loves you. It was the first time he said anything like that to you before, and you didn’t know how to feel about it. By now, that bravery and easy-going way about about you that sat within you like a warm body of water had shriveled and dried up, leaving your mouth dry and head muddled.
You heard your name, and your mind that had zeroed in on the boy across from you instantly came back to take what was happening around you. Kiri was looking at you confusion and unease settled in her features. She said your name again, “are you alright?” You looked at her for a second, struggling to find an excuse for why you had stopped talking and was staring at her brother.
Eywa. Did they notice? Did they think you were being weird? Your cheeks heated, giving your blue skin a warm hue as you said, “what? Yeah, I’m fine.” Was Neteyam still looking at you? You weren’t gonna risk it.
Kiri and Lo’ak had now joined Neteyem at staring at you, and you saw your best friend looking between you and Neteyam. Crap. He really never misses a thing. His brows were bunched together, ears downturned and mouth clamped shut, his jaw flicked with tension. He couldn’t have known. You prayed to Eywa he didn’t actually see know anything.
“Are you sure?” Kiri asked. If she saw as much as Lo’ak did, she wasn’t going to say anything, and her face betrayed nothing to you.
You went to reassure her that you were, when Lo’ak answered for you, “she’s tired. It’s been a long day, Kiri.”
I looked at him, my eyes searching his. You looked at Kiri, who was waiting for your answer, and then at him. He was still looking at you. Before that confusing tense energy could take hold of your mind and heart, you quickly answered Kiri.
“I’m fine, Kiri, I think I’m just gonna go to bed.” You gave her a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes as you rose from your seated position.
You left the group, and you could feel their eyes on you as you walked away, but you refused to turn back to confirm your suspicion. You kept walking until you were out of their sight. As soon as you were alone, your thoughts all bubbled over like an over-boiled kettle. You knew that all these thoughts and questions will have you up late tonight, running through and over thinking every second you were there. Mealtime with the Sully’s was usually so easy and… fun. But now, something had changed.
I HAVE NO MOTIVATION TO WRITE BUT I AM TRYING VERY VERY HARD TO FIND SOME
guys i'm genuinely very sorry for the lack of content as of yet, life has been crazy. but i have a good part of a fic request done so far so i will have that out for you soon
PLEASE SEND ME SOME MOTIVATION SO I CNA SMASH THIS FIC OUT TO BE DONE BY THE END OF THE WEEKEND THANK YOU THANK YOU
lo'ak and neteyam headcannons - random tid bits and some relationship stuff (sfw) ୨୧𓂅⊹⋆
i know it's been a hot minute since i last released content but anyways here are some headcannons absolutely no one asked for
okay so i've been adding more and more to this every time i think of it but this is basically little bits things that i've been adding more and more to over time - nothing explicit! i like writing fluff better ngl
neteyam
he's suupperrr clingy when you're lying in ur hammock together, like bro will not let go of you
he knows all the words to taylor swift's all to well 10 min version AND IS PROUD OF IT
he likes to come up behind you and tug on your tail - you PRETEND it freaks you out but you both know that isn't true
he is a l w a y s worried about his siblings - lo'ak the most but he is so protectove of tuk and kiri it drives them nuts
he loves the intimacy of you healing him - like you getting really close and having to sit on his lap and clean his cuts sometimes, he feels so connected to you
he tips really well. you guys could've spent like 10 dollars at a restaurant but he tips like 50 bucks - "i'm too lazy to do math rn"
he's such a grandpa he goes to sleep at 9:30 and wakes up at 6:30 without fail every night and STILL takes naps throughout the day
lo'ak
if you guys are hanging out in a group and he's talking and you're watching him, every time he catches your eye HE STARTS STUTTERING A LOSING HIS TRAIN OF THOUGHT
his ikran is super sassy like every time he decides to do something stupid his ikran goes faster than intended and scares the absolute balls out of lo'ak just to teach him a lesson
lo'ak can n e v e r keep still - he's the type to just always be fiddling or squirming around
he's actually the biggest sap ever, his favourite movie is the Notebook and it makes him cry every time
he would never tell you because he thinks it's cringe asf, but sometimes he purposely injures himself just so you can heal him, he likes how worried you are about him and how you lovingly scold him for being an idiot
this is super short ik but it's genuinely all i have the time and energy for atm, enjoy ily all xx
can you write an nsfw where there’s like this ‘mating ritual’ where when a two na’vi want to mate the male must earn his woman by being able to successfully catch her/hunt her down as she runs away and tries not to be caught? so in this nsfw neteyam is hunting his soon to be mate and there’s lots of teasing but eventually he catches her and they mate? love your writing x
STOP THAT IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA Y'ALL ARE JUST TOO CREATIVE FOR THIS WORLD OMG
yes ofc i can!! and tysm i appreciate it xx
pairing: neteyam x omaticayan!reader - aged up (23 + 22)
content warnings: sexual content, queues connecting, p-in-v, neteyam being an experienced boi caused he's older and KNOWS his way around the bedroom, slight breeding kink, this ritual is completely fan-made as far as I'm aware!! I'm only following from what this person has written.
Your feet thudded on the soft dirt floor of the forest as you ran through it, dodging and weaving tree stumps and the smaller animals of your home. The faint smell of sweat hung in the air from the effort, the sound of Neteyam's breath expelling and inhaling in ease, his strong body staying close behind you.
You sped up as you ran past a bend in the path Neteyam had been chasing you through for the past 10 minutes, as a part of the People's mating ritual. It was very traditional and slightly outdated, but with everything you and Neteyam had been through in the war with the Sky People, you wanted to make a big fuss over the mating, to make it special.
Since the time of the First Songs, it was the option for a male and female about to mate to begin The Hunt; a mating ritual in which the female was to run from her partner, until they caught up to each other, where they then mate for life. Again, some would call it silly. But after Neteyam's fierce and horrific encounters with death throughout the war - all you wanted was something to commerate it.
He was gaining on you - drawing closer and closer as you got more tired, legs aching and heavy - anticipation also causing you to decelerate. Neteyam's warrior frame stayed steady compared to your singer's body. While some females chose the path of warriors, healers, hunters, you chose to sing. Singing the words of Eywa was honourable, and made you feel closer to her and the People, but it didn't bless you with the powerful musculature others had developed. It made you feel so guilty during the War, when you had to stay back and sit around worriedly in missions because it was more dangerous for you than useful. You were a liability.
The thoughts were a useless spiral, so you shook them away, right as Neteyam reached you and wrapped his arms around your waist and tackled you to the dirt ground.
"Nete-YAM!" you squealed as you tumbled and he began tickling you.
"Stop!" you breathe-screamed in between giggles.
"What was that? Keep going?" He said, relentless. One of his large hands held both of yours together as he kept going.
"Neteyam! You skxawng!" You screamed again, abs hurting as you panted.
He was also smiling, but he let go of your hands and rose, so he was on his knees as he pulled you up as well. The grin had now softened, his eyes boring into your very soul, every thought, every movement, every heartbeat.
In an unexplained unison, you both reach behind for your queues, eyes still focused on each other with bated breath.
"My Yawne," my beloved, he mumured so quietly you almost couldn't hear him. You both brought the tips of your braids together and watched as they made Tsaheylu.
"Neteyam," you breathed out the air you had been holding in your lungs, and he gasped, eyes fluttering. He groaned and put his head down on the crook of your neck, heaving.
The swell of everything; his soul mixing with yours in a swirl of heat and love and passion, all blending together in harmony, like the ocean meets the sky and the earth meets the rain. A compliment, a perfect fit.
You lightly grabbed his face, bringing his lips to touch yours, heavy and full of lust.
Neteyam ended up on top of you again, but this time his face was sultry and focused. He kissed your cheek, your neck, your lips, and continued down. He worshipped you. The valley between your now bare breasts, your stomach, your thighs, and the bundle of nerves sitting in between them.
It wasn't like you both were inexperienced in any way. There were stolen moments over the years throughout the chaos of war, a silence in the midst of a storm. It had given you both the opportunity to learn and experiment with each other, which had allowed you to figure out what you liked, and the same for Neteyam. But you couldn't deal with him taking it slow now, not when all you wanted to do was touch every inch of his body, to calm the overwhelming feeling of everything swirling inside you. You knew Neteyam was only going painfully slow because he knew this, and he felt the same.
"Tease," you huffed, grabbing his jaw desperately and kissing him fiercly. He chuckled, kissing you back.
"You want it, do you?" He asked in between kisses. You whined, arching into him.
"Nuh uh," he said, pulling back and going to speak in your ear, his voice and breath in your ear sending shivers down your whole body.
"Use your words," he said, left hand dragging up your torso and breasts, drawing lazy circles that turned you to jelly beneath him.
"I want you inside me, Neteyam," you choke out, just as his hand reaches the wetness between your legs.
"Oh yeah?" He moved his loincloth and your own, positioning his cock right at your entrance, again teasing you even as you clawed at his back and tried to pull him closer to you, craving contact. He resisted.
"Yes. Neteyam- please," you said tremulously.
"Well, since you used your manners..." he brought one of his hands down and guided himself in you, the thickness of him stretching your folds, as he had done many times before, but has never ceased to drive you mad.
He started off painfully slow, moving in and out of your wet cunt. You moaned, planting both hands at the back of his neck so your foreheads were touching.
"Faster," you whispered, and he obliged, pounding in an out of you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your eyes fluttered closed. He was kissing your neck, and you knew you would be left with purple marks on your already blue skin.
Neteyam groaned, a sound that immediately deepend your pleasure, bringing you up higher and higher to reach your peak.
"Come on," he said your name while he moved in you, you writhing and grasping at anything to hold on to.
"That's it, baby. You're almost there, just a little more for me," you mewled and cried out, finally reaching your climax.
The dizzying satisfaction you felt was drawn out as Neteyam sped up to also reach his addictive high, spilling his seed into your dripping pussy.
rating: E (18+ ONLY, smut under cut, age gap (Joel’s 32, reader is 25), fwb to lovers, unprotected piv, creampie, joel has feeeeeeelings, soft ending)
word count: 1.2k
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“Quiet, baby,” Joel shushed into your ear as he fucked into you on your side, his back like a wall behind you. Your whimpers were breathless as he kept grinding his cock deep inside of you, slowly stroking against every good nerve until you were dizzy. “That feel good?”
“So good,” you whined, turning your head to meet his lips. Joel groaned into your mouth as he gripped your hip, holding you in place while his thrusts grew harder and faster. He caught every moan that tore from your chest, giving them right back to you as you drenched him in your arousal.
“Shit,” he hissed, pulling away from your lips and dragging his kisses to your shoulder as he hiked your leg to drape over his hip, spreading you open for him. He lifted two of his fingers to your lips and you sucked them into your mouth, getting them nice and wet before he plucked them free and lowered them to your clit. Your strangled cry was caught in your chest as he started to circle your swollen bud in time with his sharp, punctuated thrusts. “Pussy is so perfect…so wet for me.”
“You feel so fu-ucking good, Joel,” you whispered your praise. Joel smiled against your shoulder as he rested his cheek against it, using all his energy and strength to fuck you like it was the last time he’d ever get the chance. “Shit—gonna cum soon…cum with me, baby.”
“Fuck—inside?” he gasped, the fluttering of your walls turning him feral. “Fuck, you sure baby?”
“Yes,” you begged in a dazed whimper, your high slowly trickling down your spine, pulling you into bliss. Joel muffled his growls by burying his face in your neck, keeping you close to him as he spilled inside of you with his arm wrapped around your body. “Fuck,” he panted, kissing your pulse. “Felt so good, baby.”
“You’re telling me,” you beamed as you turned around, forcing his cock to slip out. Joel pouted at the loss of your warmth but hummed once you laid your head against his chest, proud of the quick thump in his chest that your presence caused. “I hope I wasn’t too loud.”
“No, you were good,” he assured, trailing his fingertips up and down your spine.
“I should probably get going,” you sat up, Joel’s chest still heaving as he watched you climb out of his bed and get dressed. “Don’t want Sarah to catch us.”
“Yeah,” he held his tongue and agreed with you even though every bone in his body felt sure that whatever was happening between the two of you was much bigger than this fantasy of a casual hookup the two of you originally embarked on.
You’d been Sarah’s babysitter for a little less than a year, meeting Joel through his younger brother Tommy who you’d known from your bartending days. Now a twenty-five year old without purpose, you were quick to accept the side-gig watching Joel’s ten-year old daughter on school nights until Joel came home.
Sarah was a quick witted, mature, easy to handle kid. The job could hardly be counted as work, the two of you enjoying each other’s company as though you were friends. It almost felt wrong to charge Joel ten dollars an hour to spend time with her, but he insisted.
At some point, your bond with Sarah began to extend to her father, as well, fleeting greetings turning into late-night conversations that turned into you underneath him, his hips fucking you into his mattress. The evolution happened so subtly and quickly that you hardly even had time to think about the repercussions of your situationship until you’d already grown too invested, your heart now requiring a dose of him a day to function.
“What…” Joel’s trailed off thought brought your eyes to his as you buttoned your jeans, your head tilting at him as encouragement to continue. “What do you think about us…you know…tellin’ Sarah?”
“Joel,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I don’t want to lose her and I feel like she’s going to feel betrayed. Like we’ve been sneaking around behind her back. And we are, you know? I just…it’s easier to keep it simple.”
“This doesn’t feel simple,” he disagreed with an exhale, his hands running over his face. “It’s ain’t normal to do this. It’s ain’t healthy.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong but you did start this,” you countered, defensive over nothing as your stomach filled with anxiety. You didn’t want to lose Sarah by telling her, but you also didn’t want to lose Joel by refusing to.
“Yeah, I started it, and I’m trying to keep it going.” He climbed out of bed and tugged on a pair of sweats. You looked longingly at him across the room, wanting to comb your fingers through his bed head. “I can’t keep actin’ like I don’t want more.”
“I want more too, but—“ you sucked your teeth, frustrated by the lack of options presented to you. “She’s like family to me.”
“I know,” he sighed and nodded, hands on his hips as he hung his head.
A couple quick knocks to Joel’s bedroom door had the two of you shutting up, your eyes wide as you looked at each other with dread before looking at the clock reading 7:00 a.m., Sarah’s wake-up time for school.
“Shit.” Joel cursed as ordered you to hide in his en-suite as he opened the door. “Morning, baby girl.”
“I was gonna start on breakfast,” she tried to peek around her father’s body but he moved with her. “Relax dad, I know."
“Know what?” he feigned ignorance.
“Pancakes or waffles?” Sarah called past her father, the sound of your name falling from her lips making you feel dread and then relief. There wasn’t any of the anger you expected laced in it, only amusement.
“Waffles, but I’ll come help.” You emerged with a timid smile, Sarah’s grin smug as she looked up at her blushing father.
“Know what?” Sarah mocked her father as she headed downstairs, Joel’s head shaking at her impression.
“Well,” you earned his attention, biting your lip. “Guess that’s out of the way now.”
“Does it change things for you?” he asked, his eyes bouncing across your features in hopes of discovering the truth of your feelings.
“What do you say you and I go out on a real date one of these days?” you suggested, poking his stomach. Joel chuckled and nodded, pulling you close and resting his hands on your hips as he leaned in for a sweet kiss.
“Gotta find a new babysitter, I suppose.”
“Or just bribe Tommy,” you suggest, smiling into the kiss.
hello my lovelies ik i haven't posted any new content, i've been receiving ur requests and guysssssss y'all are gooodddd
again tysm for them, I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THEM A LIL BIT AT A TIME!!!
i'm also working on some recs, headcannons and my masterlist - as well as a lil get to know me BECAUSE NOW I HAVE OVER 100 OF Y'ALL (WHAT THE BALLS) AND I WANT TO FEEL LIKE YOU KNOW ME
feel free to send it some (appropriate) questions in my ask button
a/n — LAST PART I HOPE U GUYS ENJOYED THE LIL SERIES
wc — 2.2k
warnings — wannabe angst ig but happy ending!! also when lo'ak says 'sis' reader isn't literally his sister (cause that would make this incest 🧍♂️) he just sees her in a sisterly way lmao
part 1
part 2
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Scoffing in disbelief, Neteyam took a step away from you, looking back and forth between you and Ao'nung. "Nothing going on between you two, huh? Some best friend you are." he spat as he walked away from you two, leaving a very confused Ao'nung.
"Wait! Neteyam! Please!" you yelled out as you ran after him, grabbing his hand. "I swear I can explain," you breathed out, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He only gave you a cold stare, one that was breaking your heart. You two have argued, of course, but he's never looked at you like that. Gulping, you racked your brain to try and explain your situation. "It was a bet. The race. Winner got whatever they wanted, and he wanted a date. I di-"
Cutting you off, Neteyam rolled his eyes, not believing anything you said. "Oh, so you just agreed to date him? Y/n, he bullied you! Why would you do that to yourself?" Bewildered at your actions, Neteyam found himself not being able to filter his words. "I was there, y/n! I was there through everything! I saw the way he talked to you, the way he made you doubt yourself and your abilities because of some stupid fingers! I was there to comfort you when you didn't feel enough, when you cried." I was the one who fought him for you, and this is the thanks I get.
Granted, you couldn't thank him for something you didn't even know happened.
Shocked at his outburst, you tried your best to defend yourself. "Neteyam, I didn't even get a say in it! A bet is a bet, ok? He told me he wanted a date and just left. And even if I did want to go on a date with him, why would that be so bad? He could've changed, for all you know."
"He treated you like shit, y/n. I'm just trying to look out for you, alright?" He sighed, clearly stressed. Both of you were. You'd never had a fight that was this bad. "I'm trying to protect you. He's not a good guy."
"I don't need you to protect me, Neteyam! I'm a big girl!" You knew he meant well, but you didn't need him to be your protector for everything. You were your own person, you could make your own decisions. "It's my dating life, not yours. And if he wants my company, is it so bad? To have someone who wants to be with me?"
"I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!" Neteyam finally snapped, eyes glossy. "Open your eyes y/n! I've been here! The whole time! You know who's been there for you through everything? Me! It's always been me! I even fought Ao'nung for you. That's why he started treating you better. And I'm tired of you taking me for granted. So go on that date with him, I don't care anymore."
Eyes wide at his confession, your feet seemed glued to the sand as Neteyam stormed away. You didn't even realize you started crying until you felt the tears running down your face. Just how badly did you mess up?
From afar, Ao'nung watched the whole thing. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel bad about everything. And yes, Neteyam was the reason he straightened up and started treating you properly, but he always was attracted to you. He didn't know how to express his feelings, and he found it easier to pick on you instead.
He could finally change that now, though.
"Y/n!" he called out, quickly rushing over to you. Seeing that you started crying, he pulled you into a hug. He couldn't help but almost feel guilty for all of this, it was his fault in a sense.
You, on the other hand, were still in shock. You felt numb. How could you have been so blind? Your own best friend, and you never knew. Feeling arms wrap around you, you leaned into the embrace, finally letting it all out.
Unbeknownst to both of you, Neteyam still watched from a distance. He saw as Ao'nung held you, and how you leaned into him. Guess you chose him after all.
"So..." Ao'nung started, glancing at you momentarily. You two had decided to go on the 'date', but it really turned into more of a platonic hangout, most of it consisting of Ao'nung comforting you about Neteyam. He really didn't want to talk about your best friend the whole night, but it's probably what he deserved.
"You and Neteyam?" He awkwardly brought up, not knowing what else to say. You just sighed, burying your head in your knees. You looked like a mess, to say the least.
A moment of silence went by before you spoke. "I just feel so bad," you started, voice muffled. Picking your head up, you continued. "He's my best friend, you know? And knowing that he's felt this way and probably for a while is just so unfair to him. I didn't even notice! And he's probably feeling horrible, and now I feel horrible...and ugh!" You threw your head back against the tree.
"Yeah, his pain is your pain yada yada..." Ao'nung teased, flinching away when you playfully smacked him. "Hey, let's go for a swim. As much as I love hearing about Neteyam for hours, let's get your mind off of him just for a bit, okay? You still technically owe me a date."
He stood up, holding out his hand as an offer to help you up. You took a moment to think, and for once, Ao'nung was right. This fight was all that was on your mind, you needed a break from it.
You grabbed his hand, following him into the sea.
Meanwhile, Neteyam made his way back to his family, a clear scowl painting his face. Lo'ak and Kiri noticed almost immediately and quickly saw that you weren't with him. The Sullys were all silent, Lo'ak the first to speak up.
"Where's y/n?" He asked, getting slapped by Kiri. "Hey! I just asked a question." He whined, rubbing his arm dramatically.
"She's with Ao'nung." Neteyam grumbled, clearly not in the mood to talk. Everyone else quickly noticed this, and Tuk made her way over to her eldest brother, holding out her hand. "Nete, look what I found while swimming!" She handed him a couple of the shells, giving them to the boy.
Smiling and kissing his sister on the forehead, his mind betrayed him and his first thought was of you and your necklaces. Because even after everything, you were still the only thing on his mind.
You and Ao'nung made your way out of the water, nonsensical chatter and laughter about whatever. You were glad to be having fun, and finally making amends with the boy standing next to you. But Neteyam was still lingering in the back of your mind.
The two of you stopped walking, Ao'nung uncharacteristically quiet. He looked down at you, his face unreadable as he brushed a wet strand of hair out of your face. "Thank you for being with me tonight, y/n."
You didn't realize how close he was standing to you until you felt his hot breath reach your face. You smiled at him, yet it didn't quite reach your eyes.
"Of course, Ao'nung." He was sweet, and a good-looking boy. And he'd definitely changed, you'd have to give him that.
But it just didn't feel right.
After getting the shells from Tuk, Neteyam quickly went off to search for you. Even if it would break his heart into two, he cherished his friendship with you more than anything. If he couldn't have you as a mate, he'd settle for a friend. He'd take you in any way he could get.
He was ready to tell you everything, properly this time. How he's longed for you ever since he was a child, how he dreamed of being the one you spent the rest of your life with. To be the one you loved.
And then he saw you with Ao'nung.
"Get away from her, fish lips!"
You tilted your head in confusion as Ao'nung was pulled away from you, and rather roughly at that. "Neteyam?" You called out, recognizing his voice.
It was hard not to.
Either he didn't hear you or didn't want to, Neteyam ignored you, eyes full of rage. "Stay away from y/n." He seethed, eye to eye with Ao'nung.
"Oh yeah, what're you gonna do about it?" The boy cockily responded, lightly shoving Neteyam's chest.
And then Neteyam landed a punch on his face.
Oh, shit.
You could only stand there and watch as the fight quickly escalated, and you were (somehow) somewhat amused at the boys throwing punches back and forth at each other.
Though a few inches shorter, Neteyam definitely had the upper hand, pinning Ao'nung against a tree and kneeing him in the stomach. Hard.
"That had to hurt." You mumbled to yourself, covering your mouth with your hand. You would've tried getting the two to stop, but you knew better. They were both far too stubborn and prideful for that.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
You whipped your head around at the voice, smiling once you recognized the younger brother's face. "Lo'ak!" You exclaimed, making your way over to him. "Neteyam's beating up Ao'nung."
"Yeah I have eyes," Lo'ak responded, looking towards the fight and back to you, wide-eyed. "And you didn't try to stop them?"
Somehow, the two boys were still going at it, Ao'nung out of Neteyam's hold and throwing punches back. Both boys looked beaten up, their noses bloody and faces bruising.
"Do I look like the type of person to try and break that up?"
"You're right. Don't worry sis, I got this," The other Sully brother reassured, making his way over to the fight, and pulling the two boys apart. "Guys, knock it off, seriously. Y/n i-"
And he couldn't even finish his sentence until Ao'nung jumped him.
"Okay, dick move! You're fucking dead, fish boy!"
You were going to get Jake, really, you were. But you let yourself enjoy their childish antics and laugh at them for just a little longer.
"Let go of my tail, asshole!"
"My ear! My ear!"
"NETEYAM, LET ME OUT OF YOUR CHOKEHOLD!"
And so here you were, standing with Jake while he ridiculed his two sons. "Keep the peace. Keep the peace. Isn't that all I've told you two since we got here? Wanna know what you two knuckleheads didn't do?"
Heads bowed down, the two mumbled in unison, "Keep the peace."
"You didn't keep the peace! You go ahead and pick a fight with the chief's son!" Jake sighed, rubbing his temples. Who knew parenthood would be more stressful than any war he'd been in?
"Look, just go and apologize to Ao'nung. I don't care how, just do it."
And so the three of you made your way back to the beach, on a mission to find Ao'nung. Or at least, what was the three of you.
Lo'ak cleared his throat. "Y'know, I figure since I was only here to defend my brother and make y/n happy, and had absolutely nothing to with instigating the fight, I shouldn't have anything to do with it. Have fun bro!" With a pat on Neteyam's shoulder, he left you two alone.
Trying to avoid any awkward silence, you stopped, facing Neteyam. "I'm sorry," you started, figuring out what to say. "I-I didn't know...you uh- felt that way," you hesitantly continued, trying to catch Neteyam's eye. "I shouldn't have gotten so defense back there. I know you were trying to look out for me, and I lashed out."
"No, I overstepped. You're right. You don't need me for everything, and you should be able to pick your own men. Even if it is Ao'nung," he quietly added, looking up and giving you a shy smile. "I'm sorry I tried to get in the way of that."
Shaking your head, you bit down on your lip to contain a grin. "I don't see Ao'nung like that," you paused, grabbing ahold of Neteyam's hands. "He's nice, yes, but not necessarily my type. Plus I kind of have my eye on this one guy," you hinted, looking up at him fondly. "I just hope he doesn't hate me."
His smile grew wider, and Neteyam softly cupped your face, hands rough and bruised from punches earlier thrown. "Ah, I think he has his eye on you too," eyes glancing down towards your lips. "And he could never hate you."
If your smile could grow any more, it did. Your foreheads pressed against each other softly, breathing each other in.
"I see you, Neteyam."
"I see you, y/n."
After what seemed like forever, Neteyam finally leaned in, closing the gap between you two, his lips faintly meeting yours. His lips were soft and moved perfectly in sync with your own. He kissed you slowly, like he had all the time in the world and would spend it all with you.
Suddenly, the boy pulled away, frantic. "My shells!"
"Your what?" You laughed, being tugged around the beach in search of his shells. He refused to tell you what he was talking about, or what they were for, until you found them.
Finally, you two both made your way back home, hand in hand, and a newly made bracelet. You walked inside, joining the rest of the Sullys, where they immediately noticed your intertwined hands.
n/a - hi! this is my first smut and my second post! thank you all so so much for the support on my first post, i’ve never been more grateful! massive shoutout to @fanaura for all the help with this, along with hyping me up and reading this in all its forms but done! i love you so so much! minors, i can’t stop you from reading this, but i can say that if you interact with this and i catch on and see? i’m blocking. this is nsfw (NOT SAFE FOR WORK) and is smut 18+! lowercase is intended!
it was a long time coming. all because of him and his bratty little mouth and that slutty little waist. dominating jake was bound to happen. after two years, it’s almost sad to say that this is the first time you’ve actually taken control, the first time you’ve put him in his place. two kids in two years and one on the way, yet you’ve never dominated him. not until now.
the look on his face is to die for, eyes closed, head angled back with his mouth agape, harsh breathes leaving him. his ears are flattened against his head and his tail flicks, itching to be tangled with your own. perspiration rests heavily on his upper brows, and oh sweet noises leave his mouth.
“mffph...ffuckffph…girl..look what you do to me” the man under you whines out, his fingers scraping into the fat resting on your slender hips. his hips attempt to canter up, yet the grip of thighs around his own stop him in his tracks.
“oh..my poor baby…i haven’t even let you inside me and you are already so desperate?” you coo, warm palms cradling his face as you grind down. there’s hardly any cloth separating you, your need evident against his own. the man keens into your grip, what sounds like a strangled purr itching it’s way from his chest. “you want me sully? you want me to sink down on your cock? ride you? let you fill me up? you think you could add another one in there? hmm? you think so?” he hums in agreement absentmindedly, nose scrunched up.
he squeezes at your hips and you know just from that you’ll more than likely be finding fingerprints there later. his eyes are slipping closed once more, your words sending his mind into overdrive. “nuh uh. none of that. eyes on me” you grip at his throat lightly, his eyes shooting open as you use your thumb to angle his chin up to your face.
“need..ah…” he groans out, cut off by the swivel of your hips, desperation starting to become apparent as you grind down against him. your most intimate areas pushing against each other; so close yet so far.
his tail whips behind him, slapping into the floor in excitement as he reaches back for his braid, presenting his queue to you. a smile comes to your face; even after the years of being together he still searches for your connection every chance he gets. he still wants to feel you as much as he can, he still wants you. your hands reach for your own, and you bring it towards jakes. they interlock quickly, the act of tsaheylu completing itself as it had a dozen times before. groans leave you both, the connection of mind, body and soul still feeling like the first time.
jake whines out desperately, bringing his mouth to your neck, open mouth kisses being left behind and purple marks coming to show over blue. “come on baby girl…please..” he breathes, a groan following from deep within his chest. “alright…shh baby..let me take care of you” you sooth him, bringing his face up from your neck to allow your lips room to peck his own. he reciprocates quickly, searching for relief. you lean back on your heels, taking some weight off of the needy man under you and allowing yourself some room to work.
you’re hands slide down lower, tracing over his defined abs as they descend. it was almost hard to believe he was yours, all yours. only you get to see him like this. thin fingers reach for the sides of his loincloth and you tap at his hip bones, getting him to lift up as you slip it out from under him.
“there’s my man” you smile as your hand comes to encase his cock tightly. your warm palm wraps around him, yet there’s a struggle for your fingers to meet once more. he’s beautiful, two thick veins running along it’s underside from base to tip, and light stripes decorate up his length. paired with the white dots that are specifically adamant around his base, you feel yourself salivate. however, now was not the time for head, no, you needed him in you, and you needed him in you now.
your own loincloth joins his in a small pile, your beaded top having been the first to go out of the limited clothing shared between the two of you. for the first time out of the entire exchange, jake latches onto your breast, lips circling around the nub of your nipple. you groan out lowly, jutting yourself further into his grasp as your now bare core rests over his length. you grind down, outer lips spreading to glide along his cock. “ah, jake…you know i’ll, hmmm..you know i’ll start to leak” you moan out, a whine following as he laps at your breasts affectionately - moving his mouth from one breast to the other repetitively.
a warm gush of liquid enters his mouth and he swallows quickly, grunting to himself as he suckles happily. it’s like a weight is lifted off your shoulders. even with your current baby being young enough to breastfeed, he doesn’t eat much, he’s never been a very big stomached baby. paired with once again being pregnant, your situation is not highly aided. your breasts have been full and sore for months, yet jake takes it upon himself to help fix that. he likes to say it’s for your benefit, but the more he ‘helps’, the more you’ve grown to realise it’s mostly for his own enjoyment.
slipping along his cock, his tip catches at your entrance, a shared gasp and a back arching shutter wracking through you. lifting yourself up, you reach around to attach your hand to his base once more, hovering slightly. once you believe you’re aligned, you lower yourself. spearing yourself slowly onto his length is heavenly, a loud moan of relief meeting the air as you sink down, and down, and down.
a head drops to your shoulder, and you lean yours back, hands clasping onto jakes shoulders tightly as you rock backwards and forwards. you lift up onto your knees, pushing forward before rocking back down and backwards.
successfully starting up a rhythm, moans and pants fill the air. your silky cunt sucks him in, and the tip of jakes cock hits deliciously up inside you - stretching you out perfectly. moments like this really remind you of one of the reasons why you chose your husband. god is his cock game good. he may not of been able to use it for a while as a human, but he never forgot how to.
there’s a moment where you feel like screaming, but the air gets literally fucked out of you. half way through lifting off of his cock, you are slammed back down, jakes hands grabbing at your ass and his hips thrusting up. a choked noise leaves you at the sudden manipulation of your body, your inner walls clenching tighter then an air sealed bag.
your wetness pools around the base of his cock, a creamy shine presenting itself as a ring. your moans take a turn for a higher pitch the closer you get, the higher you climb. hands grabbing at the back of jakes neck, your fingernails dig in, mouth open wide in pleasure. “there you go sweetheart, mmmhnn there you go, take it all, take it. come on baby, take it and cum for me” he groans, thrusting up with aggressive snaps of his hips as his thumb rubs at your clit.
it’s as if his words flipped a switch in you, your inner muscles ceasing up and your tail thrashing out, ears pressing to your head tightly as you reach your end. “jake! ffuuuuck! jake, mmmmhh cumminnn!” you cry out as you spasm, crying out loudly as you clutch onto him like a life line. his tail moves to tangle with your own as a way of grounding you, his hips flicking up as his thumb rubs tight circles, prolonging the orgasm for long as physically possible.
eventually it comes to be too much with his finger playing with your clit, your hips starting to stutter and flinch away from the pleasurable sensation. jake snorts at your reaction, earning himself a slap to his shoulder and you thrusting back down onto his cock, clenching around him with a tight vice grip. his head slams back hard at the feeling.
reaching down, you take his balls into your palm and pull slightly, massaging them as you ride him to his end. with his eyes rolling back and some incredibly unmanly sounds, he spills inside you, and he cums hard. his legs come up as a reaction to the pleasure, pushing you closer and higher up till your swollen belly is flush with his. jake could say that eywa graced him herself at this moment. as he sets his eyes back on you after loosing himself to his pleasure, he comes to find he is eye level with your breasts as a result of the new angle he put you in. and jake would choose to fight eywa a million times herself before choosing to not take full advantage of the position.
“mmhh..might of put another in you darlin’, some pretty little twins. our babies. you’re so good for me sweetheart, you did so well. so proud of you” he hums into your chest, littering kisses over your breasts in affection as you both catch your breath and recompose yourselves. he’s your forever, no two ways about it, and your his - may eywa be your witness.
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You're sharpening your knife as you sit in the designated spot for your next lesson. You're dreading it, if you're honest with yourself. You have so many emotions bottled up, just waiting to explode and Jake's probably going to be the victim of it. The weather is a bit on the cold side, giving you gentle shivers and making goosebumps rise on your arms. Your stomach is full with a weird feeling, anticipation almost.
You sigh quietly. Speak of the devil. You don't look at him when he walks over to you, sits down beside you with his big body as he bends a leg up, leaning his arm over his knee. "It's tricky because you really gotta flick it at the tip," he ghosts a finger along the edge of your knife. "So that it's real sharp."
You flick it hard as he says, but he shakes his head, moving behind you. "Real tight grip here," he closes his hand over yours on the handle, shaking it a bit for exaggeration. You can feel the warm air of his breath, dipping down your neck and it's taunting you. "And— give me your other hand."
You don't give it to him. There's a second of silence before he takes your hand for himself, enveloping it with his own hand before he's lining it up at the thick girth of the knife's base, and striking it up, a nice shing sound coming out of it. He does it a few more times before he's letting your hands go, watching you do it by yourself.
"That's good. Keep it tight." His words of praise shamefully give you a rise, a cool shrivel slivering down your chest. You swear he's doing it on purpose, you swear.
While you flick at your knife with the silver sharpening tool, you look to the side, not directly looking at him but it's enough to grab his attention to your face. "Remember that hexapede I killed?" He hums in a curious tone, and you take it as a response to speak further. "Well, I tried looking for it, but it wasn't there. Some other animal must've snatched it up."
"Nah, I carried it back to the village," he announces.
"Right. When you left me?" you ask, tugging a sharper strike to your knife than the other strikes. Jake notices it. His jaw tenses, blinking to you with his eyes boring holes into your form.
"When I left you." He swallows, "Listen, I wanna apologise—"
"Oh, you want to apologise, Jake?" you laugh sarcastically, venom dripping from your words.
His jaw tenses, "I didn't want to leave you."
You snap your head back, a glare stung into your eyes. "But you did."
"You're making it out like it's a bad thing that I did."
You laugh dryly, chucking your knife onto the ground as you stand up. He immediately stands up with you, glowering over you. "You know that it is."
"Don't tell me what I know and don't know, girl." Jake warns, nose twitching. "I helped you, and then left. That simple."
"You can't tell me that you weren't just fucking me to help me. That's not how it works and if you say otherwise, you're lying," you snarl.
He's quiet for a second, searching back and forth between your eyes with his chest rising with a long breath in, "I don't—"
You give him a harsh shove to the chest, hissing out a groan of anger. His eyes blow out wide, then they relax into a dangerous squint. Your eyes widen. He reaches for you and grabs firmly at your wrist, his fingers clutched tight around your bone and your arm twitches with the sudden spring of pain. You attempt to slip your wrist out of his grasp, and when it doesn't work and he doesn't budge, you claw at his jaw recklessly. It's successful and he lets go of your wrist with a grunt.
He grabs your hair, fisting his fingers through your scalp before yanking it back. You swing your leg and kick him in the stomach, sending him back as you zoom past him.
He acts quick and grabs your tail, tugging you back towards him and for the millionth time this week, presses you against him. You stamp on his foot, digging your nails into the skin of his arm and he cries out, a half-hiss and half-groan. He flips you, finds the tree right beside you and pushes you flat against it. He takes both of your wrists into his hands as he shakes them angrily. You scramble and squirm in his grip. "I'll tell you what I know, girl, and you'll fucking listen."
You whine out a hiss, heart beating against your rib cage like it's about to pop out and splatter across the ground. He hisses back, edged fangs spiking out from his mouth and it makes your skin crawl in either a bad or a good way, you're not entirely sure.
"I know that you're the most beautiful person I've ever fuckin’ seen," he pants. "You don't know what you do to me, huh? Just your giggle makes my stomach drop. It annoys the shit out of me how you've got me drawn to you, it's damn stupid. I don't know what to do with myself anymore."
You try to wiggle your wrists out from his grip, but it proves to be helpless, a smug look flickering in his eyes that makes you want to clock him straight in the face. Jake picks your joined wrists up off the tree and slams them back onto the wood for a hard warning. "You— you think you're confused?" you sneer between huffed breaths. "Mr. I'mfuckingyoutohelpyouconcentratenotbecauseIwantto. Like that doesn't fuck with my feelings! By the way— it didn't help me focus, just like the last time, what a surprise."
His lips split into a snarl, an annoyed flick of his tail as he glares you down, his chest grumbling with a deep growl. You return him with the same feverous eyes, chest strong and upheld with no sense of backing down.
Then you catch it. The weakness of only a man; the millisecond of a pair of eyes dropped down to your heaving lips. Your eyelashes flutter, a new tension rushing in like a thick cloud of smoke. Your heads jut forward at the same time, teeth clashing in a rushed, wanted motion morphed into a messy kiss.
But it's different this time. It feels different, different than the first kiss he gave you the first time you were pushed up against a tree. You can't pinpoint it, but it's just different.
He lets your wrists go, grip fading to a none until your arms are flopping around his shoulders. His tongue slips with ease into the cavern of your mouth, as he uses a hand to cup the part of your neck just below your ear, bring your face even closer to his. You let your head tilt, allowing him a wider opening to your mouth that he groans lowly in thanks to.
He skims past your loincloth, palming your hot cunt and grinding the hard edge of his palm directly onto your clit. "This give you déjà vu from last time?"
You groan, back arching towards his head. "Shut up and put your fingers in me," you whine.
"I remember leaving with the biggest fuckin' boner. Seein' you all whiney and shit and like putty in my hands," he claims, seeming like he can just feel the pain from remembrance. "Good thing you can fix it for me this time."
He says this as he leisurely slides two fingers into your cunt, and you suck in a tight breath, the thick girth of them lengthening you out. "And just like that, sucking me allll the way in," he whispers in astonishment, just like the last time.
"Will you just shut up?" you groan, wheezing out a groan when his fingers curl into your walls. He strokes them in and out of you, slowly and steadily. He presses loosely at your clit, gentle circles on the sensitive bud.
Then he suddenly pulls his two fingers out, staring at the thin strings of your juices that stick to his finger pads, "Wet enough."
He kneels to the ground in a rush, taking you with him as he fumbles to untie your top. You drag your hands along his skin, touching every patch of hard bone and toned muscle you can manage. You're both kneeling in front of each other, grabbing at any clothing that gets in the way of each other's fingers. He pushes you back with a hand, laying you out in the grass as he scoops his hand down to your pussy, runs a thumb over your clit. Jake leans down, grabbing at the bone of your hips and jutting you closer to him.
Jake cooly wraps a hand around his cock, sighs as he starts to stroke the length in slow movements. He reaches out from behind him, and your stomach drops. He presents his tsaheylu to you with a sense of shyness, his head tilted down. You look between him and the glowy, spiky end of his platt.
Your silence speaks volumes to him, and just before he's going to say something to rub it off as a joke, you're reaching from behind you as well, body squirming in anticipation as you air your tsaheylu next to his. They twitch and fizzle, swaying so close and it's just that tiny bit of space that needs to be filled.
He looks to you, eyes softening in one last ask and you give him a reassuring, hasty nod. He readjusts his grip on his platt, leaning his tsaheylu just a little closer and they connect. A surge of electricity bolts through your body, biting in a gasp as your skin jitters. You feel it, you feel him, understand him. Understand everything.
Jake's blinking rapidly, as he leans over you just to nuzzle his face into your neck, his hot pants of breath pressing into your skin. He slurs over his words, "Oh my... fffuck, s' good, you're so good."
"Jake," you warn, voice wavering as you tremble underneath his warm body. "Need you ins— inside me. Right now, Jake, please."
He teases his cock at your entrance, letting out a shaky breath at your warm wetness trickling down his tip. You gasp when he slips it in with one thrust, bottoming out perfectly as he sits in snug. He breathes out a quiet laugh, "You're so... fuck, girl. So warm and— and ni—hice."
You dig your nails into his back, tail curling around his thigh. You feel everything he feels, connecting with him at such a level that all you can do is hold onto him, just needing to feel him, to hold him and kiss him and fuck him and do everything as long as it's him. You can only rasp one word out. "Jake."
He snaps his hips into you, starts at a pace that's brutal and uncalculated. His cock pushes into your tightness with ease, like it was made for him. You pull him in with each thrust he gives you, welcoming him in to the warmth of your femininity, your body that he's claimed as his.
Your pussy flutters around his girth with every single groan he lets slip from his throat, voice cracked and husky from the euphoria he's coated with. He lands a kiss to your neck, suckling at the skin before biting down, a sting that zips through your body all the way down to your cunt. You squeal, back snapping into an arch and he scoops an arm around it, giving him a better grip on your body to deepen his thrusts, to strive further up into your pussy.
He desperately grabs at your thighs, swings them up and over his shoulders as your feet dangle in the air. It opens up a whole new angle, and you scream out, his dick hitting steeper and stronger inside of you. Your hair is tangled from the ground, the skin of your back grinding against the dirt of it.
At the new found angle, he groans, head leaning up a little as his eyelids close halfway, his eyes bruised in a haze. He's completely lost in the way you squeeze around him, the way his cock feels sliding into your tight body. It's like a drug. A new found addiction.
"Shut up, hah— jus' fuck me," you babble, a moan ripping out of your chest when his hips thrust a sudden jolt into your pussy, brushing over your cervix.
"How funny," he pants out, smirking like a goddamn idiot and you frown.
"What?" you question, a quick moan breaking from you when a random wave of heat splashes through your stomach.
"Bet Selkath wishes he was wearing this necklace." He rasps, letting a harsh laugh fall from his mouth as he reaches up a hand and tugs on your ankles wrapped right around neck.
You make a weak hiss, turning into a groan when he lifts his body higher, angles his cock deeper up into your cunt. "If you don't shut up, maybe I'll let him."
Jake growls, eyes flicking wild, turning a dark and dangerous hue that you can tell is whipped with a color of jealousy, even betrayal. "You won't even be able to feel him graze your pussy once I'm done with you."
You feel a purr erupt from your chest, your inner woman squealing in delight because yes, she screams, he must breed you until all you can feel his body and only his and nothing else.
He brushes a hand over your cheek, face distorted in complete bliss and he stares deep into your face, tail swishing at the way your mouth agapes. His hands slip to your waist, thumbs digging into your stomach and he uses it as a leverage to bring you back harder onto his dick, lifting you up until you're practically leaning on his body to stay off the ground. He bends you to his will like you're a rubber band, like a toy.
"So warm," he coos, and you whine, digging your head into the grass laying beneath it. You don't want him saying that, don't want him climbing his stupid fingers into your heart and taking it any more than he already has. The feminine instinct fixed in the depths of you screams mate, mate, mate. Big, protective mate that needs to pound you into oblivion or you'll lose your mind. That along with the anger that burns inside you, like a match that's been lit way too many times and is about to snap underneath the pressure of his hands.
"Jake, just shut up," you snap, sentence ending on a hasty push when he smashes his lips onto yours, exploring your mouth with the thick flat of his tongue. He kisses you with a fever, an aching want with a grunt falling from his lips and straight onto the slick of your tongue. Jake crawls a hand up your body and to your head, fingers threading through your hair and he turns your head forcefully, allowing him to deepen the kiss and wrap his tongue tighter along yours.
"God, you're just fucking beautiful," he grunts, slapping your hips. "With this pretty fucking pussy, s' good for me and your little noises and— ssshhit, my girl. S' made for me, you're made for me."
My girl. It makes your stomach spin, makes you clench around his cock driving in and out of you and he groans, "You liked that, huh? My girl?"
You feel his pace inch a slower, and you're confused. His hand scrapes to one of your hands, slipping through the gaps of your fingers and he conjoins them together, pressing deep against the ground. His mouth breaks from yours, deep, panting breaths shaking out from his chest as he leans down to ravage your neck, licking and sucking at your skin like it's a ripe fruit.
You recognise the speed of his thrusts. Slow but strong, like he's trying to memorise each drag of his cock squeezing into your pussy, each squelch and pull of your walls gushing around his length. The rock of his hips is sweet, an act of something you can only describe as passion. You scratch out a whine. You squirm from underneath him, attempting to buck yourself up into him to speed it up, make him nail so hard into you that you see stars. But it doesn't work. He stays the same warm speed, slow rocks into your pussy as he lowly sighs with every calming push.
"No," you whimper, voice lower than a whisper, so quiet it could count as another breath. You huff out an angered patch of air out through your nose. You use both hands and push him, and he doesn't expect it because he tumbles back, flipping onto his back and hitting the trunk of the tree with a big thump. You ignore the cold air pushing on your wet cunt, the sudden loss of his cock deep inside of you making you shudder.
You crawl onto him, eyes wide with hunger and from what he can see, anger. Your tail flicks as you palm his shoulders, knees on each side of his legs as you air just above his dick. You grip at his tsaheylo and conjoin it to yours again, a flush rushing through you both. You catch the way his eyes flatten against his head for a second at your determined, heated gaze, now realising the rage you held. A woman who's not satisfied with her mate's fucking, there's nothing scarier. Especially after everything he's teased her for, everything he's done to her for the past week.
"Baby, you ain't gonna last two rocks with those little hips." Jake mutters, emphasising the words two rocks as he places his hands comfortable on your hips. You don't reply, instead lowering your body and inch by inch, sinking down onto his cock. He lengthens you up, and you feel so full and nice that you let out a sigh that screams finally, all the while hearing Jake take the biggest breath you've ever head him take.
You're not wasting time as you start grinding against him, ears twitching, head falling back in utter bliss. Jake slips out a quiet laugh, and it sounds nervous. He watches as your breasts shift with each sway of your hips, and his cock twitches inside of you at the obscure scene. It's perfect, so, so perfect with the way his cock drags through you. But you need more.
You begin lifting yourself up, rocking right back down onto him, the motion of riding coming into play little by little. Jake's breath hitches, his hands twitching at your hips. Your cunt pulses around him, puffy folds tugging his dick so perfectly. He lets his head slump against the tree, the rise of his chest speeding up.
You lean forward, a sudden desperation taking over you, the anger flickering in your abdomen crackling to a fire. You grab at his hair, press your cheek against the top of his head as your hips move in an up and down circular motion. Jake chokes out a grunt, springing forward to kiss at your chest, shoving his face into your breasts as his tongue lolls out along your bare skin.
He pants, messy kisses along your chest as his mouth fans out hot breaths. "My g—"
"Shut. Up." You pull on his hair, forcing his head further back and moaning as you stride your body, moving his cock in so deep, then moving it just about out before you rock it back in. You shift a hand to grip at the tree for better stability, rising up before gravity whips you back down onto his dick. A whine leaves his lips, a literal whine. It's so, so quiet, but you hear it, and he knows it. He can tell by the way your ears flutter at his head. You puff out a laugh that's hilted with breath.
He leaves deep kisses along your chest, kissing at the plush fat of your tots and decorating the map of your torso with dark marks and tiny red hickeys. His tongue finds your nipple, swirling it around the hard bud and you move your hips faster, huffing out a moan as sweat beads neat at your forehead. The blunt of his nails dig deep into the skin of your hips, and starts to move your hips with his grip, sharpening your strokes into his dick and you hum an appreciated sigh.
You've left him stunned for words, mouth hung open as you grind your cunt deep along his cock, riding him like he's a goddamn stallion. You wrap your fingers around his leathered choker, leaning your head back and pulling him rough into an even rougher kiss. You can feel him pant into the kiss, his silent groans pressing on your tongue. His lips are wet and messed with saliva from previous times, all the while making them softer and easier to run your tongue over.
A broken moan escapes his mouth, muffled by your lips engulfed in his but it only whips the fire tangled inside your tummy, makes your body swing harder along his. You give him a sloppy kiss on the corner of his lips, before nibbling at the bottom centre of it, "Who's whining now?"
His hips jerk up into yours, a stutter of a motion and you can feel the vibration, the angry rumble of his chest and it only encourages you further to drive your hips harder. "Still you," he bites, but his pinched expression melts into a blissful one when you raise your waist higher, slamming back down onto him in one quick motion.
Anger fuels through your bones, all the way down your body to your toes that dig into the ground, dirt blotched on them from the constant movement and curl of them. Jake snaps his hips up into your sopping sex, gaining a low groan through his chest as he digs his messy head of hair into the tree against him.
Your body burns and shakes with every stride of your hips, sliding his cock into you with reckless rhythm. You're shivering with hot emotion, a blurred mixture of adore and vexation, and Jake can feel every single drop of it. You feel him shift underneath you, eyes squinting and his tail whacking the tree accidentally with a swift brush. He mumbles your name, the hoarse gruff of his voice sending a shivered bolt down your spine.
You already know he's preparing some rushed apology, some kind of reason as to why he's been throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes lately but you don't want to hear it. All your body and your being screams at you is to ride his cock and make him spill into you. Mark him as yours.
You want the release, can feel it burning up inside you and splintering at your fingertips, ready to explode into flames. Except this time it isn't him giving it to you, you're giving it to yourself, circling your hips around his cock like it's the last thing you're going to do.
And by Eywa, does Jake fucking love it. He's too focused in the way your perfect little cunt drives him, slipping his cock into your body like it's a piece of cake. He's entranced by the way your hips dance, the perky little bone of them sticking out against your skin each time you lean forward into his stomach. He's getting fucked dumb, and he can't even bring himself to give a shit. Never in his life has he ever met a girl that could ride like you. No, never in his life has a ever met a girl like you. And he doesn't think he ever will, not that he wants or needs to now. Your body is just too sickly sweet, and everything in his body screams at him to just keep his cock glued into you, fill you with his cum until all you can feel is it.
You feel it coming, feel the same mountain morphing as it soars above you. You use your hand to lean at his head, using it as your advantage to ride him rougher, dragging his cock firmer into your cunt. He lets you, now fucking up into you with matched energy and you're bouncing from the capacity. Sweat is slick on your skin, mending with his own and you just need to feel him, touch the soft skin he owns as you bounce on his length. Apparently Jake feels the same, as he pinches and grabs at any part of your body he can reach, mouth touching where his hands can't.
He drags out your name, desperation covering the word and filling in the air after with throaty groans. “Let me come in you, sweetheart. Come on, please. Need to, darlin’ please, need—“
“Yes,” you squeal, scratching at his skin while jutting your hips against him violently. “Pleasepleaseplease,” you beg, crave covering your voice in a high-pitched whine.
Then it hits you, like a bomb setting off, the fire in your belly exploding into millions of little red embers. The mountain erupts like a volcano, and you can feel every little piece cracking down into the ground and out your body. Jake yells out, croaking out a loud grunt as he spills into you, coating your walls with his sticky load. Your head’s spinning, eyes seeing a splash of colors and all you can do his rock in his arms, as you attempt to catch your running breath.
You’re trembling, quaking even as you lay still, Jake’s cock sitting limp in your body. The only thing you can focus on is your conjoined breaths, everything else seeming to hard to even look at. You don’t even realise you’re crying until the tears sink to your neck, and the sound of your quiet sniffles.
You don’t know how long it’s been until Jake begins to shift, and you pull enough strength to lean back. He looks to you, his face set into a hue of content, a small smug smile pulling at his lips. He reaches out to your face, wipes the tears on your face with his thumb lazily. “Holy shit,” he chuckles.
You let out a needed, soft laugh, and his smile widens at the noise of it, tail whisking up at your reaction. He pulls in a breath, chest rising up as he takes both his arms and cups your face. You lean into his warm touch, slumping your forehead against his.
“I see you,” he whispers gently, curling a few fingers around your neck.
“I see you.” You whisper back, mouth cracking into a giddy smile. And when you look into his eyes, you recognise the emotion behind them within a second; love.
wow. biggest chapter out of all of them and i can’t decide whether i like it or not
BIG SHOUTOUT TO @slxttedjakesullyenthusiast who helped me make this filthy fucking piece of whatever it is and if u don’t go follow her im kicking you in the pussy don’t test me
