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thank you for checking in!! i’m doing well, unfortunately the exams are still going on for the next two weeks but once those are up i will be free and writing to my heart’s content!
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AAHH thank you so much!! i shall be writing some more soon i’ve just been a bit busy unfortunately but i’ll make sure to put a jake sully fic in the works for when i begin posting again, should be in a day or two!! :)
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Would you please write smut of reader staying with Ao’nung and his family in their marui one night and when everyone’s sleep they get touchy and makeout and he fingers her for the first time but he has to keep reminding her to be quiet so he keeps a hand over her mouth! Thank you!
⤷ ao’nung x fem!na’vi!reader
- an: thank you for the request, i hope it’s to your liking! its not the longest so apologies :(
- cw: not proof read, lower caps intended, aged-up!ao’nung, established relationship, implied sully reader (but reader can be whoever you want her to be), sexual content, smut, (first time) fingering, semi-public, muffling, risk of being caught, praise, sexual activity with others in the room, let me know if i missed anything out!
- wc: 4k
- summary: you've been dating ao'nung for a while now, keeping things relatively innocent with stolen kisses and touches over clothes. when you spend the night at his family's marui, everything changes. as everyone falls asleep around you, the tension between you two becomes impossible to ignore.
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you stood outside your own marui, fingers trembling slightly as you gathered your sleeping mat and the small woven bag that held your things for the night. the sun had already dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep purples and blues, and you knew ao'nung's family would be expecting you soon. your heart hammered against your ribcage in a way that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
it wasn't the first time you'd spent the night at his family's marui, but something about tonight felt different. maybe it was the way ao'nung had looked at you earlier today, his ocean blue eyes lingering on your lips when he thought you weren't paying attention. maybe it was the way his hand had slipped lower on your waist when he pulled you close during your afternoon swim, his fingers splaying possessively across your hip in a way that made heat pool low in your belly.
you pressed your thighs together at the memory, trying to calm the flutter of anticipation that had been building all day. eywa, you needed to get yourself under control. his parents would be there. his sister would be there. this was just a normal night, just like all the other times you'd stayed over.
except it didn't feel normal. not anymore.
your relationship with ao'nung had been progressing slowly over the past few months. what started as heated glances across the beach had turned into stolen kisses behind the mangroves, which had evolved into longer makeout sessions that left you both breathless and wanting.
but you hadn't gone further than that. not really. there had been touching, yes, but always over clothes. his hands had mapped the curves of your body through the fabric of your top, and you'd felt the hard planes of his chest and stomach beneath your palms, but neither of you had crossed that invisible line yet.
you weren't sure why. maybe it was respect for tradition. maybe it was fear of getting caught. maybe it was just that the timing had never been right. but lately, the tension between you had been building like a storm on the horizon, and you could feel it in every look, every touch, every breath you shared.
you adjusted your top, making sure everything was in place, and ran your fingers through your hair one more time. your reflection in the still water beside your marui showed flushed cheeks and bright eyes. you looked nervous. you looked excited. you looked like a girl who was thinking far too much about what might happen tonight when everyone else was asleep.
stop it, you told yourself firmly. nothing is going to happen. his whole family will be right there.
but even as you thought it, you remembered the layout of their marui. you'd be sleeping next to ao'nung, just like always. his parents slept on the far side, separated by woven dividers that offered some privacy. tsireya usually slept near the entrance. and you and ao'nung.. you would be in the middle, close enough to his family to be proper, but far enough that whispered conversations wouldn't wake anyone.
whispered conversations. was that all you'd be doing tonight?
your stomach flipped at the thought of his hands on you again, but this time without the safety of daylight and open spaces. this time in the dark, with nothing but the sound of gentle breathing around you and the knowledge that you had to be absolutely silent.
you shook your head, trying to clear it. this was ridiculous. you were getting way ahead of yourself. ao'nung had never given you any indication that he wanted to do anything more than kiss you, at least not yet. sure, his touches had been getting bolder, and yes, you'd felt the evidence of his desire pressed against you more than once during your makeout sessions, but he'd always been respectful. always pulled back before things went too far.
he was the olo'eyktan's son, after all. he had responsibilities, expectations. and you.. you were still learning the ways of the metkayina, still proving yourself worthy of being part of the clan. the last thing either of you needed was to be caught doing something inappropriate.
but great mother, you wanted him. you wanted to know what his hands would feel like on your bare skin. you wanted to taste more than just his lips. you wanted to hear the sounds he'd make if you touched him the way you'd been dreaming about for weeks now.
you pressed your hands to your heated cheeks, willing yourself to calm down. this was going to be a long night if you couldn't get your thoughts under control.
taking a deep breath, you picked up your things and started making your way along the woven pathways toward ao'nung's family marui. the village was settling in for the night, and you could hear the distant sounds of families sharing evening meals and telling stories. the bioluminescent plants that lined the walkways glowed softly beneath your feet, and the gentle lap of water against the structures created a soothing rhythm.
by the time you reached their marui, your heart was racing again. you could see the warm glow of light from inside, could hear the murmur of voices. ronal's laugh, distinct and melodic. tonowari's deep rumble. tsireya's bright chatter. and underneath it all, ao'nung's voice, saying something you couldn't quite make out.
you paused at the entrance, suddenly feeling shy. which was stupid, really. you've done this before. you've shared meals with his family, laughed at tonowari's stories, helped ronal prepare food, braided tsireya's hair. they'd welcomed you warmly, accepted your relationship with ao'nung without question.
but tonight felt different. tonight, you were hyperaware of every sensation, every possibility. tonight, you couldn't stop thinking about what might happen in the dark hours before dawn.
"are you going to stand out there all night, or are you coming in?" ao'nung's voice startled you, and you looked up to find him standing in the entrance, a knowing smirk on his face. he must have heard you approach.
the sight of him made your breath catch. he'd clearly just come from the water, his skin still glistening with droplets that caught the light. his hair was damp and pushed back from his face, and he wore only his loincloth, leaving his muscular chest and arms on full display. your eyes traced the lines of his body without permission, following the path of water as it slid down his neck, over his collarbone, down the defined planes of his stomach..
"see something you like?" his voice was low, teasing, and when you dragged your gaze back up to his face, you found him watching you with an intensity that made your knees weak.
"shut up," you muttered, pushing past him into the marui, very aware of the way your arm brushed against his chest as you did. you heard his quiet chuckle behind you, felt the heat of his gaze on your back.
inside, his family greeted you warmly. ronal smiled and gestured for you to sit, offering you a woven plate with fish and seaweed. tonowari asked about your day, genuinely interested in your progress with your ilu training. tsireya immediately launched into a story about something funny that had happened during her own training session with some of the younger children.
you settled into the familiar rhythm of their family dynamic, letting the normalcy of it soothe your frayed nerves. this was fine. this was good. you could do this.
but then ao'nung sat down beside you, close enough that his thigh pressed against yours, and all your carefully constructed calm evaporated. he reached across you to grab some food, his arm brushing your chest in a way that couldn't possibly be accidental, and you heard his breath hitch slightly.
you glanced at him from the corner of your eye and found him staring straight ahead, jaw tight, but there was the hint of a smirk playing at his lips. he was doing this on purpose. testing you. teasing you.
two could play that game.
you shifted slightly, adjusting your position in a way that pressed your leg more firmly against his. you felt him tense beside you, saw his fingers tighten around the piece of fish he was holding. satisfaction curled warm in your chest.
the meal continued, conversation flowing around you, but you were acutely aware of every point of contact between you and ao'nung. his arm would brush yours as he reached for more food. your shoulder would press against his when you leaned forward to listen to tonowari's story. at one point, his hand landed on your thigh, ostensibly to steady himself as he shifted position, but his fingers lingered for just a moment too long, thumb stroking once across your skin before he pulled away.
by the time the meal was finished and the family began preparing for sleep, you felt like you might combust from the tension. every nerve ending was on fire, every sense heightened. you were so focused on ao'nung that you almost missed ronal's question.
"you have everything you need for the night?" she asked kindly, already moving toward the sleeping area she shared with tonowari.
"yes, thank you," you managed, your voice only slightly strained.
tsireya had already curled up in her usual spot near the entrance, and you could hear tonowari and ronal settling in behind their divider. which left you and ao'nung to arrange your sleeping mats in your designated area.
you knelt down, unrolling your mat with hands that weren't quite steady. ao'nung was doing the same beside you, and you were hyperaware of how close your mats were. close enough that you'd be able to feel his body heat. close enough that if either of you reached out, you'd touch.
"comfortable?" he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper now that his family was settling in for sleep.
you nodded, not trusting your voice. you lay down on your mat, staring up at the woven ceiling of the marui, trying to calm your racing heart. beside you, you felt ao'nung settle onto his own mat, heard the soft rustle of fabric as he adjusted his position.
the marui grew quiet. you could hear the gentle breathing of his family members, the soft lap of water against the structure, the distant sounds of the ocean. the bioluminescent plants that provided light during the day had dimmed, leaving everything in soft shadow.
you closed your eyes, willing yourself to relax, to sleep. but you were so aware of ao'nung beside you that sleep felt impossible. you could hear his breathing, slightly faster than normal. could feel the warmth radiating from his body.
minutes passed. or maybe it was hours. time felt strange in the darkness, stretched out and compressed all at once. you kept your eyes closed, kept your breathing even, but you knew you weren't fooling anyone. certainly not ao'nung, who knew you well enough by now to read your body language.
you felt him shift beside you, moving slightly closer. your breath caught. then you felt it.. the lightest touch of his fingers against your arm. barely there, just the tips of his fingers tracing a slow path from your wrist to your elbow.
your eyes flew open, and you turned your head to find him watching you in the dim light. his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and the look on his face made heat pool between your thighs.
he brought his finger to his lips in a shushing gesture, then reached out again, this time more boldly. his hand slid along your arm, over your shoulder, coming to rest against your cheek. his thumb brushed across your lower lip, and you couldn't stop yourself from parting your lips slightly, couldn't stop the soft exhale that escaped.
his eyes darkened further at your response, and he shifted closer, closing the small distance between your mats. now you could feel the full heat of his body, could smell the salt and sea on his skin.
"been thinking about you all day," he breathed, so quietly you almost didn't hear it. his hand slid from your cheek down your neck, fingers tracing your collarbone. "been thinking about this.."
your heart was pounding so hard you were sure everyone in the marui could hear it. you glanced past ao'nung toward where his family slept, but there was no movement, no indication that anyone was awake.
when you looked back at ao'nung, he was even closer, his face inches from yours. "we have to be quiet," he whispered, and then his lips were on yours.
the kiss was different from any you'd shared before. there was an urgency to it, a hunger that made your toes curl and your fingers immediately reach for him. your hand found his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm, and you realised he was just as affected as you were.
his lips moved against yours with practiced ease, but there was something desperate in the way he kissed you now. his tongue traced the seam of your lips and you opened for him immediately, swallowing the quiet groan that rumbled in his chest as he deepened the kiss. his hand slid into your hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he angled your head to kiss you deeper, harder.
you pressed closer to him, your body seeking his heat, and you felt him shift so that he was half over you, one leg sliding between yours. the new position made you gasp into his mouth, and you felt his lips curve into a smile against yours.
"quiet," he breathed against your lips, pulling back just enough to look at you. his eyes were hooded, dark with desire, and the sight made something clench low in your belly. "have to be so quiet for me.. can you do that?"
you nodded, not trusting your voice, and he rewarded you with another kiss, this one slower, deeper. his tongue slid against yours in a way that made you forget where you were, made you forget everything except the taste of him and the feel of his body pressed against yours.
his hand, which had been cradling your face, began to move. slowly, torturously slowly, it traced down your neck, over your collarbone, and then lower. your breath hitched as his fingers skimmed over the fabric of your top, tracing the curve of your breast through the woven material. you'd been touched like this before, but never here, never with his family sleeping just feet away, and the forbidden nature of it made everything feel more intense.
ao'nung pulled back from the kiss to watch your face as his hand continued its exploration. his thumb brushed over your nipple through the fabric and you had to bite your lip hard to keep from making a sound. his eyes darkened at your reaction, and he did it again, this time with more pressure.
"so responsive," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "i love watching you try to stay quiet.. love knowing i'm the one making you feel this way.."
his words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, and you arched into his touch without meaning to. he captured your lips again, swallowing the soft whimper that escaped as his hand continued to tease you through your top.
then his hand moved lower, sliding down your stomach, fingers tracing patterns on your skin that made you shiver. he paused at the edge of your loincloth, his eyes meeting yours in the dim light, asking permission without words.
you nodded, perhaps too eagerly, and saw the corner of his mouth lift in that cocky smirk you'd come to know so well. but there was something else in his expression too.. something almost reverent, like he couldn't quite believe this was happening.
"tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered against your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "at any time.. just tell me.."
"don't stop," you breathed back, and you felt him shudder against you.
his hand slid under the fabric of your loincloth, fingers tracing the curve of your hip, the soft skin of your inner thigh. you could feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, could hear the blood rushing in your ears. every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, hyperaware of every touch, every breath.
when his fingers finally brushed against your cunt, you couldn't stop the gasp that escaped. immediately, his other hand came up to cover your mouth, his eyes wide with warning.
"shh," he breathed, glancing toward where his family slept. you both froze, listening, but there was no change in the gentle breathing around you. after a moment, ao'nung looked back at you, his hand still covering your mouth. "you have to be quieter than that.. can you do that for me?"
you nodded against his palm, and slowly, he removed his hand. but he kept it close, hovering near your face, ready to muffle any sounds you might make.
his fingers returned to their exploration, and this time you were prepared for the sensation. or at least, you thought you were. nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of his fingers sliding through your folds, discovering just how wet you were for him.
"eywa," he breathed, his voice strained. "you're so.." he didn't finish the sentence, just captured your lips in another searing kiss as his fingers continued their exploration.
he touched you carefully at first, learning what made you gasp, what made you squirm, what made your fingers dig into his shoulders. he circled your clit with gentle pressure and you had to break the kiss to bury your face against his neck, biting down on your lip so hard you tasted copper.
"that's it," he whispered, his lips against your ear. "just like that.. stay quiet for me.."
his fingers moved lower, circling your entrance, and you felt your whole body tense with anticipation. you'd touched yourself before, knew what it felt like, but this.. this was different. this was ao'nung's fingers, ao'nung's touch, and the knowledge made everything feel more intense.
"have you ever.." he started to ask, then paused. you knew what he was asking.
"by myself," you whispered back, your cheeks flushing hot. "but never.. never with someone else.."
you felt him tense against you, felt his breath come faster. "i'll be gentle," he promised, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "tell me if it's too much.."
slowly, carefully, he pressed one finger inside you. the sensation was strange at first, different from your own touch, but not uncomfortable. he moved slowly, letting you adjust, his eyes never leaving your face.
"okay?" he whispered, and you nodded, unable to form words.
he began to move his finger, slowly at first, watching your reactions. when he curled it slightly, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids, you couldn't stop the moan that started to escape. immediately, his hand clamped over your mouth, his eyes wide.
"quiet," he reminded you, but there was something almost smug in his expression, like he was pleased with himself for finding that spot. "i know it feels good, but you have to be quiet.. can't let anyone hear how good i'm making you feel.."
his words, combined with the movement of his finger inside you, made your head spin. you nodded against his palm, and he slowly removed his hand from your mouth, though he kept it close.
he added a second finger, stretching you slowly, and the sensation was overwhelming. you grabbed his arm, nails digging into his skin, trying to anchor yourself. he pressed kisses along your jaw, your neck, whispering praise against your skin.
"doing so good," he breathed. "taking my fingers so well.. knew you would.. been thinking about this for so long.."
his thumb found your clit as his fingers continued to move inside you, and the dual sensation made your back arch off the mat. you turned your face into his shoulder, biting down on the muscle there to keep from crying out.
"that's it," he encouraged, his voice rough with his own desire. you could feel him hard against your hip, could feel how much this was affecting him too. "use me.. bite me if you need to.. just stay quiet.."
his fingers moved faster now, more confident, and you could feel pressure building low in your belly. it was different from when you touched yourself, more intense, more consuming. your thighs began to shake, and ao'nung seemed to sense how close you were.
"you're close, aren't you?" he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. "can feel you getting tighter around my fingers.. you're going to come for me, aren't you? going to come all over my fingers while my family sleeps right there.."
his words pushed you closer to the edge, and you grabbed his face, pulling him into a desperate kiss to muffle the sounds you knew you were about to make. his fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot, and his thumb pressed harder against your clit.
the orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you with an intensity that made your whole body shake. you moaned into ao'nung's mouth and he kissed you harder, swallowing the sound. his fingers continued to move, drawing out your pleasure until you were trembling and oversensitive.
finally, he stilled his hand, but kept his fingers inside you as you came down from your high. he pulled back from the kiss to look at you, and the expression on his face was one of pure male satisfaction.
"beautiful," he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your face. "you're so beautiful when you come.."
slowly, carefully, he withdrew his fingers, and you couldn't help the small whimper at the loss. he brought his hand up between you, and in the dim light, you could see his fingers glistening with evidence of your pleasure. your cheeks burned as you watched him bring his fingers to his mouth, tasting you with a soft groan.
"ao'nung," you breathed, scandalised and aroused in equal measure.
"couldn't help it," he whispered back, a hint of that cocky smirk returning. "been wanting to taste you.."
he kissed you again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue, which should have been embarrassing but instead just made you want him more. you could still feel him hard against your hip, and you reached down, wanting to return the favor, but he caught your hand.
"not tonight," he whispered, though you could hear the strain in his voice. "tonight was about you.. we'll have time for more later.."
he pulled you close, arranging your bodies so that you were tucked against his chest, his arm wrapped around you. you could feel his heart still racing, could feel the evidence of his arousal pressed against you, but he seemed content to just hold you.
"sleep," he murmured into your hair. "i've got you.."
you wanted to protest, wanted to take care of him too, but the orgasm had left you boneless and sleepy. you snuggled closer to him, breathing in his scent, and let your eyes drift closed.
just before sleep claimed you, you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. "mine," he whispered, so quietly you almost didn't hear it. "you're mine.."
and as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you couldn't help but think that yes, you were his. completely and utterly his.
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hii!! thank you you for giving this a read if you did, i hope you liked this and as always i’m thankful and grateful for any love shown towards my work, whether that’s likes, reblogs, comments etc, i’m very grateful so thank you!! - maya 🪼
- an: hate painting neteyam in a bad light but it had to be doneee
- cw: not proof read, lower caps intended, smut, p in v, aged-up!ao’nung, aged-up!neteyam, cheating (neteyam, not reader), tad angsty at the beginning, dacryphilia, ao’nung has a kink for crying/vulnerability (he apologises profusely), virgin reader, oral sex, fingering, possessiveness, kinda revenge sex (backfired), multiple orgasms, ao’nung reveals his feelings for reader, let me know if i missed out on anything!
- wc: 9.2k
- summary: you caught neteyam with another girl and your world shattered. you ran blindly into the night, desperate to escape the pain. when you heard footsteps behind you, you assumed it was neteyam coming after you. but it wasn't him. it was ao'nung, neteyam's best friend, and he found you sobbing on the beach. his strong arms wrapped around you as you fell apart against him. his comfort was genuine, his presence steady and real in a way neteyam lacked. but as you cried in his embrace, something shifted between you. ao'nung's breathing changed, his grip tightened.
what started as comfort became something else entirely. what better way to reclaim your power and get revenge on a cheating boyfriend than by giving yourself to his best friend?
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you hadn't meant to find them like this.
the evening had started so perfectly, so full of promise. you'd spent the better part of an hour getting ready, weaving tiny luminescent flowers into your hair the way neteyam always said he loved. the purple and blue blooms glowed softly against your dark strands, and you'd caught yourself smiling in the reflection of the water as you worked. your fingers had trembled slightly with anticipation as you fastened the new armband you'd spent weeks crafting for him, intricate shells and beads woven together in patterns that told the story of your relationship. every knot represented a memory, every shell a moment you'd shared.
the walk to your meeting spot had been beautiful. the sun was setting over the reef, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink that reflected off the water in shimmering waves. bioluminescent algae was just beginning to wake up, creating trails of blue green light wherever the water moved. you'd walked barefoot through the warm sand, feeling it shift between your toes, your heart so full it felt like it might burst right out of your chest.
neteyam had been different lately, distant in ways that made your stomach twist with anxiety, but you'd convinced yourself it was just stress. his father had been pushing him harder in his training, expecting more, demanding perfection. of course he was tired. of course he needed space sometimes. it didn't mean anything was wrong between you. it couldn't.
you'd been together for almost eight months now. eight months of stolen kisses behind the mangroves, of swimming together in the deep waters where the reef dropped off into darkness, of whispered promises about the future. he'd told you he loved you three months ago, the words tumbling from his lips as you lay together on the beach watching the stars. you'd said it back immediately, meaning it with every fiber of your being.
tonight was supposed to be special. you'd planned to give him the armband, to tell him how much he meant to you, to maybe.. well, you'd been thinking about taking things further. the thought made heat rise in your cheeks even now as you walked. you were ready. you wanted him. you wanted to bond with him in every way possible.
the usual meeting spot was tucked away behind a cluster of mangrove trees, where the roots created a natural shelter and the sand was soft and private. you'd discovered it together months ago, and it had become your place. somewhere you could be alone, away from the eyes of the village and the expectations of your families.
as you approached, you heard something that made you slow your steps. laughter. soft and breathy and intimate. your heart stuttered in your chest because you recognised that laugh. you'd made neteyam laugh like that before, knew the exact sound he made when he was happy, when he was relaxed, when he was..
no. no, it couldn't be.
your feet moved forward of their own accord, even as your mind screamed at you to turn around, to leave, to not look. but you had to know. you had to see. your hands were shaking as you pushed aside the hanging roots, the rough bark scraping against your palms.
the world stopped.
neteyam was there, right there in your spot, pressed against the trunk of a palm tree. but he wasn't alone. a girl was with him, her body pressed flush against his, and his hands.. eywa, his hands were tangled in her hair, gripping her waist, touching her the way he touched you. their lips were locked together, moving in a rhythm that made your stomach turn. you could see his tail, wrapped around her leg in that possessive way that had always made you feel so wanted, so chosen.
she was metkayina, you registered distantly. pretty, with long flowing hair and a body that curved in all the right places. you didn't know her well.. tsireya had mentioned her once, someone from one of the outer villages who'd come to stay with relatives. it didn't matter who she was. what mattered was the way neteyam was kissing her like she was oxygen and he was drowning.
the small, broken sound that escaped your throat was what gave you away.
neteyam's eyes flew open, wide and shocked. he jerked back from the girl so violently she stumbled, nearly falling into the sand. his face went through a series of expressions in rapid succession.. surprise, guilt, panic, fear. his mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out at first.
"wait.." he finally managed, his voice hoarse. "this.. it's not.."
"not what?" the words came out of you strangled, barely above a whisper. you could feel your eyes burning, tears already gathering even as you tried desperately to hold them back. your chest felt like someone had reached inside and squeezed your heart in a vice. "not what it looks like?"
the girl had gone completely still, her ears flattened against her head in shame. her eyes were wide, darting between you and neteyam like she was trying to figure out how to disappear. she took a small step back, her arms wrapping around herself.
"i.. i didn't know he had.." she started, her voice small.
"shut up," you snapped, surprising yourself with the venom in your tone. your eyes never left neteyam. "how long?"
"what?" neteyam took a step toward you, his hand outstretched. "no, you don't understand.."
"how long have you been doing this?" your voice was getting louder now, shaking with the effort of holding back sobs. "how long have you been sneaking around with her? with others? how many times have you lied to me?"
"this was the first time," he said quickly, desperately. "i swear on eywa, this just happened tonight. i didn't plan.. i didn't mean.."
you let out a harsh laugh that sounded wrong even to your own ears. "you didn't mean to? you didn't mean to bring her to our spot? you didn't mean to have your tongue down her throat? you didn't mean to touch her the way you're supposed to only touch me?"
the flowers in your hair suddenly felt heavy, ridiculous. the armband in your hand felt like it was burning your skin. you looked down at it, at the hours of work you'd put into it, at the story of your love woven into every knot, and something inside you shattered.
"i made this for you," you said, your voice breaking. you held it up, watching the shells catch the fading light. "i spent weeks on this. i was going to tell you.." you couldn't finish the sentence. couldn't say out loud all the things you'd planned to tell him tonight.
neteyam's face crumpled. "please.. please, let me explain. i don't.. i don't know what i was thinking. she came to find me and we were just talking and then.."
"and then what?" you demanded. "and then you accidentally fell onto her mouth? your hands accidentally grabbed her? your tail accidentally wrapped around her?"
"i'm sorry," he whispered, and there were tears in his eyes now too. "i'm so sorry. i love you. you have to believe me, i love you.."
"don't." the word came out sharp, cutting. "don't you dare say that to me right now. if you loved me, you wouldn't have.. you couldn't have.."
the girl made another move to leave and you whirled on her. "did you know about me?"
she hesitated, then shook her head quickly. "no, i swear. he said.. he said he wasn't with anyone.."
the betrayal cut even deeper. he'd lied to her about you. erased you completely, like you didn't exist, like the last eight months meant nothing.
"get out of here," you told her, your voice flat. "just.. go."
she didn't need to be told twice. she practically ran, disappearing into the growing darkness and leaving you alone with neteyam and the smoking ruins of your relationship.
"i can fix this," neteyam said, taking another step closer. "please, just give me a chance to fix this. it was a mistake, a stupid mistake. i wasn't thinking.."
"that's the problem," you said, and your voice was shaking so badly you could barely get the words out. "you weren't thinking about me. about us. about everything we've built together. you were thinking about yourself and what you wanted in that moment."
"that's not fair.."
"fair?" you laughed again, that same harsh broken sound. "you want to talk about fair? is it fair that i've spent months falling more in love with you every day while you.. while you.." the tears were falling now, hot and fast down your cheeks. you couldn't stop them anymore. "i trusted you. i gave you everything. i was ready to.."
you cut yourself off, shaking your head. you couldn't tell him now. couldn't admit that you'd been ready to bond with him, to give him all of you, when clearly he didn't want it. didn't want you. not enough, anyway.
"you were ready to what?" he asked softly, and the hope in his voice made you want to scream.
"it doesn't matter now." you looked down at the armband in your hand one more time, then threw it at his feet. it landed in the sand between you, the shells scattering. "we're done."
"no.." neteyam's voice broke. "no, please. don't do this. we can work through this.."
"there's nothing to work through," you said, even as your heart screamed in protest. "you made your choice when you brought her here. when you touched her. when you kissed her in the spot where you first told me you loved me."
you saw the moment that detail hit him, saw his face go pale as he realised exactly where he'd been, what he'd done. the guilt in his eyes was almost satisfying. almost.
"i have to go," you whispered, because if you stayed one more second you were going to completely fall apart, and you refused to give him that. refused to let him see just how thoroughly he'd destroyed you.
"wait, please.." he reached for you again but you jerked back, avoiding his touch like it would burn.
"don't follow me," you said. "don't.. just don't."
and then you ran.
your feet carried you blindly through the village, past the marui pods where families were settling in for the night, past the cooking fires burning low, past the children playing their last games before bed. you didn't know where you were going. you just knew you needed to get away, needed to be anywhere but there, anywhere you couldn't see his face or smell her scent on him or remember the way he'd looked at her.
tears blurred your vision, making the bioluminescent lights smear into streaks of blue and green. your chest was so tight you could barely breathe, each inhale feeling like you were swallowing glass. people called out to you as you passed but you ignored them, couldn't stop, couldn't slow down.
how could he do this? the question repeated in your mind like a mantra. how could he throw away everything you had built together? had any of it been real? had he ever really loved you, or had you just been convenient? someone to pass the time with until something better came along?
the thoughts spiraled darker and darker as you ran. maybe you weren't enough for him. maybe you'd done something wrong, pushed too hard or not hard enough. maybe if you'd been prettier, smarter, more interesting, he wouldn't have needed to look elsewhere. maybe this was your fault somehow.
no. no, you couldn't think like that. you knew, logically, that this wasn't your fault. that his choices were his own. but logic didn't stop the thoughts from coming, didn't stop the voice in your head that whispered all your worst fears and insecurities.
you ended up at the far edge of the village, where the rocks jutted out into the water and created small private coves. your legs finally gave out and you collapsed onto the sand, your whole body shaking. the sobs that had been building in your chest finally broke free, tearing out of you in great heaving gasps that hurt.
you pulled your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and pressing your face down, trying to muffle the sounds. everything hurt. your chest felt like it was caving in, your throat was raw, your eyes burned. but worse than all of that was your heart, shattered into so many pieces you didn't know if you'd ever be able to put it back together.
eight months. eight months of memories that were now tainted, ruined. every kiss, every touch, every whispered promise.. how much of it had been a lie? when had he stopped loving you? or had he ever loved you at all?
you thought about all the times recently when he'd been distant, when he cancelled plans or seemed distracted when you were together. you made excuses for him, convinced yourself it was just stress. but maybe he'd been with her those times. maybe there had been others before her. maybe you'd been a fool this whole time, blind to what was right in front of you.
the flowers in your hair felt like a mockery now. you reached up with shaking hands and started pulling them out, throwing them into the sand one by one. each one had been placed with such care, such hope. you'd been so excited to see him, so ready to take the next step in your relationship. the thought made you sob harder.
you were so lost in your grief that you didn't hear the footsteps approaching at first. it wasn't until a shadow fell over you that you realised someone was there. your head jerked up, panic flooding through you. if it was neteyam, if he'd followed you despite your warning..
but it wasn't neteyam.
ao'nung stood a few feet away, his expression uncertain. the usual cocky confidence that he wore like armor was nowhere to be seen. instead, he looked almost.. worried. his brow was furrowed, his tail swishing slowly behind him in agitation.
"go away," you managed to choke out, turning your face away from him. this was humiliating enough without neteyam's best friend seeing you like this.
but he didn't leave. you heard his feet shift in the sand, heard him take a breath like he was going to say something, then stop. the silence stretched between you, broken only by your ragged breathing and the gentle lap of waves against the shore.
"i saw you running," he finally said, his voice quieter than you'd ever heard it. "through the village. you looked.."
he trailed off, seeming unsure how to finish that sentence. you kept your face turned away, trying desperately to get control of yourself. your whole body was still shaking, tears still streaming down your cheeks no matter how hard you tried to stop them.
you heard him move closer, his footsteps careful, hesitant. like he was approaching a wounded animal that might bolt at any moment. maybe that's exactly what you were.
"what happened?" he asked, and there was something in his voice that made your chest ache even more. genuine concern. care. things you'd thought you'd had with neteyam but apparently didn't.
you shook your head, unable to form words. your throat was too tight, too raw from crying. fresh tears spilled down your cheeks and you hated yourself for it, hated that you were falling apart like this, hated that it was happening in front of ao'nung of all people.
you felt him crouch down beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. the sand shifted under his weight. for a long moment, he didn't say anything, didn't touch you. just sat there in silence, a solid presence in the darkness.
then, slowly, carefully, you felt his hand settle on your shoulder. the touch was gentle, almost uncertain. so different from his usual confident, sometimes aggressive demeanor. his fingers were warm against your skin, and you found yourself leaning into the contact despite yourself.
"talk to me," he said softly. "please.. you're scaring me."
something about those words, about the vulnerability in them, broke through your defenses. you turned to look at him, and his face was closer than you expected. close enough to see the concern etched in every line, the way his eyes searched your face like he was trying to understand what could have hurt you this badly.
"neteyam," you whispered, and just saying his name made your voice break all over again. "i found him.. with someone else.. kissing her, touching her.."
you watched ao'nung's expression change. watched concern shift to confusion, then to understanding, then to something dark and furious. his hand tightened on your shoulder, his whole body going rigid beside you.
"he what?" the words came out low, dangerous. his jaw clenched so hard you could see the muscle jumping. "that fucking skxawng.. i'm going to kill him.."
"don't," you said quickly, reaching out to grab his arm without thinking. "just.. don't. it doesn't matter.."
"it does matter," ao'nung said firmly, and the intensity in his voice surprised you. he shifted closer, his hand moving from your shoulder to your back, rubbing slow circles that should have been comforting but instead made you hyperaware of every point of contact between you. "you matter.. he's an idiot for not seeing that.."
the kindness in his words, the sincerity, made something crack open inside you. a fresh wave of sobs hit you and before you could stop yourself, you were leaning into him, pressing your face against his chest as you fell apart all over again.
for a moment, ao'nung went completely still, like he didn't know what to do. then his arms came around you, strong and sure, pulling you closer. one hand cradled the back of your head, his fingers working gently through your hair, careful not to pull.
"it's okay," he murmured against the top of your head, his voice soft and soothing. "let it out.. i've got you.."
and you did. you cried into his chest, your tears soaking his skin, your hands clutching at his arms like he was the only solid thing in a world that had just crumbled around you. he held you through all of it, patient and steady, occasionally whispering soft reassurances that made your heart ache in a completely different way.
he was so warm. warmer than neteyam, you realised, and immediately felt guilty for the comparison. his scent was different too.. salt and sea and something distinctly him that made your head spin. his chest was broader, more muscled, and you could feel his heart beating steady and strong under your cheek.
gradually, your sobs quieted to hiccups, then to shaky breaths. you became acutely aware of how close you were pressed against him, how your face was buried in the crook of his neck, how his arms were still wrapped securely around you. you should move. you should pull away. this was neteyam's best friend. this was wrong.
but his warmth was so comforting, his presence so grounding, that you couldn't quite bring yourself to let go. not yet.
"better?" ao'nung asked softly, his breath tickling your ear and sending an unexpected shiver down your spine.
you nodded against his chest, not trusting your voice yet. your throat was raw, your eyes felt swollen, and you probably looked absolutely terrible. but ao'nung didn't seem to care. his hand was still in your hair, fingers moving in slow, soothing strokes that made your eyes want to close.
"good.." his voice was lower now, rougher. "you didn't deserve that.. any of it.."
you pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him. his face was closer than you expected, close enough that you could see the way his pupils had dilated slightly, the way his gaze flickered across your tear stained face. there was something in his eyes, something that made your breath catch and your heart start beating faster for reasons that had nothing to do with crying.
"ao'nung.." you started, not sure what you were going to say.
his eyes dropped to your lips for just a fraction of a second before snapping back up. you saw him swallow hard, saw the slight tension that had entered his body. his hand in your hair had stilled, and you could feel the way his breathing had changed, coming slightly faster now.
the air between you had shifted somehow, charged with something you couldn't quite name. or maybe you could name it, you just didn't want to acknowledge it. not yet. not when everything was still so raw and confusing.
but you couldn't deny the way your heart had started beating faster, the way your skin tingled where his hands touched you, the way something warm and dangerous was beginning to unfurl in your stomach despite the pain still throbbing in your chest. couldn't deny the way you were suddenly very aware of how his body felt pressed against yours, how his tail had curled around your leg at some point without you noticing.
this was neteyam's best friend. this was wrong.
so why did it feel like the first right thing that had happened all night?
ao'nung seemed to be having similar thoughts. you could see the conflict playing out across his face, the way he was clearly trying to be respectful, to be a good friend, even as his body betrayed what he was feeling. his grip on you had tightened almost imperceptibly, like he didn't want to let go.
"i should.." he started, his voice rough. "i should probably.."
but he didn't finish the sentence. didn't move away. just stayed there, holding you, his eyes locked on yours in the growing darkness as the bioluminescent glow of the water painted everything in shades of blue and green.
and in that moment, with your heart still broken and your world still shattered, you felt something shift. something dangerous and reckless and maybe exactly what you needed.
you shifted slightly in his arms, trying to get more comfortable, and that's when you felt it.
something hard pressing against your hip. something that definitely hadn't been there a moment ago.
your breath caught in your throat, your whole body going still. for a second you thought maybe you'd imagined it, maybe it was just.. but no. there was no mistaking what you were feeling. ao'nung was hard. visibly, noticeably aroused while holding you as you cried over his best friend's betrayal.
ao'nung must have felt you tense because he suddenly went rigid, his hands freezing in their comforting movements. you heard him suck in a sharp breath, felt the way his whole body had locked up with what could only be mortification.
"fuck," he breathed out, so quiet you almost didn't hear it.
then he was moving, trying to pull away from you, trying to put distance between your bodies. his hands left you abruptly and he shifted back, turning slightly to the side in a way that was clearly meant to hide what was happening. but it was too late. you'd already felt it, already knew.
the air between you had changed completely. the charged tension from before had transformed into something awkward and electric and impossibly complicated. you could see his profile in the dim light, could see the way his jaw was clenched so tight it had to hurt, the way his ears had flattened against his head in shame.
"i'm sorry," he said quickly, his voice strained. "eywa, i'm so sorry.. i didn't.. that wasn't.."
he ran a hand over his face, looking anywhere but at you. even in the darkness you could see the way his shoulders had hunched, the way he'd curled in on himself slightly. he looked absolutely mortified, and part of you knew you should feel.. what? offended? disgusted? but instead you just felt.. confused. and maybe, despite everything, a little bit curious.
"ao'nung.." you started, not sure what you were going to say.
"no, please.. just let me.." he cut you off, his words tumbling out fast and desperate. "i need to explain.. fuck, this is so messed up.. i didn't mean for that to happen.. i swear i wasn't trying to.. it's not what you think.."
he was rambling now, one hand still covering his face while the other gestured helplessly. you'd never seen him like this. ao'nung was always so confident, so sure of himself. seeing him flustered and embarrassed was.. strange. and maybe a little endearing, though you felt guilty for thinking it.
"it's not you," he continued, the words coming out rushed. "i mean.. it is you, but not.. fuck, i'm making this worse.." he finally looked at you, and his eyes were wide with panic and shame. "i have this.. thing.. this really fucked up thing where i.. when girls cry, when they're vulnerable like that, it.."
he trailed off, looking away again. his tail was lashing behind him in agitation, betraying his distress. you could see the way his hands were shaking slightly, the way he was struggling to find the right words.
"it turns you on," you finished for him quietly, and watched him flinch.
"yes," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "i know it's wrong.. i know it's fucked up.. my friends give me shit about it all the time.. but i can't help it.. something about seeing someone that vulnerable, that open.. it just.." he made a frustrated sound. "but i swear, i swear on eywa, i wasn't trying to take advantage.. i wasn't thinking about that when i came over here.. i just saw you running and i was worried and i wanted to help.."
his words were coming faster now, more frantic. like he was terrified you were going to run away, or worse, think he was some kind of predator who'd sought you out in your moment of pain for his own gratification.
"i would never.. you have to believe me.. i wasn't trying to use your situation or.. fuck.." he pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. "you're hurting and you're crying over my best friend being a complete skxawng and here i am getting hard like some kind of creep.. i'm so sorry.. i'm so fucking sorry.."
there was genuine anguish in his voice. real shame and self loathing that made your chest ache in a different way than it had been aching. you could see how much this was killing him, how badly he felt about his body's reaction. he looked like he wanted the sand to open up and swallow him whole.
"i can go," he said quickly, starting to stand. "i should go.. i'll send tsireya or someone.. you shouldn't be alone but you definitely shouldn't be with me right now.. not when i'm being so disrespectful.."
"wait," you heard yourself say, reaching out to catch his wrist before he could fully stand.
he froze, looking down at where your fingers wrapped around his arm. his skin was hot under your touch, almost feverish. you could feel his pulse racing, could see the way his chest was rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.
"don't go," you said softly, and you weren't entirely sure why you were saying it. weren't sure what you wanted or what you were thinking. your mind was still a mess, still reeling from neteyam's betrayal, still trying to process everything that had happened in the last hour.
but you knew you didn't want to be alone. and you knew that despite the awkwardness, despite the complicated situation, ao'nung's presence had been the only thing that had made you feel even slightly better since your world had fallen apart.
"i.." ao'nung looked torn, conflicted. "i don't think that's a good idea.. not when i'm.. not when i can't.."
"it's okay," you said, though you weren't sure if that was true. wasn't sure if anything was okay anymore.
"it's not okay," he said firmly, but he wasn't pulling away from your grip. "you're vulnerable right now.. you're hurt.. and i'm sitting here with a fucking hard on like an asshole.. nothing about this is okay.."
he was right. you knew he was right. this whole situation was messed up and complicated and probably a terrible idea. but something about his honesty, about the way he was so clearly disgusted with himself, made you trust him more rather than less. he could have tried to hide it, could have made excuses or tried to play it off. instead he was being brutally honest about something that clearly embarrassed him.
"you didn't do anything wrong," you found yourself saying. "you can't.. you can't help how your body reacts.."
"that doesn't make it okay," he insisted, but some of the panic had left his voice. he was looking at you now, really looking at you, his eyes searching your face like he was trying to figure out what you were thinking. "you're crying over neteyam and i'm.. i'm making it about me and my fucked up kinks.."
"you're not making it about you," you said quietly. "you came to check on me.. you held me while i cried.. you were being kind.."
"kind," he repeated with a bitter laugh. "yeah, real kind.. getting turned on by you crying.."
"ao'nung.." you squeezed his wrist gently, making him look at you again. "i'm not.. i'm not upset about it.."
that wasn't entirely true. you weren't sure what you felt about it. the whole thing was confusing and strange and your emotions were already so raw and tangled that you couldn't separate one feeling from another. but you knew you weren't angry at him. weren't disgusted or afraid.
if anything, there was something almost.. flattering about it? in a twisted way? that even with your eyes swollen from crying and your face blotchy and your whole world falling apart, someone still found you attractive. still wanted you.
and maybe.. maybe there was something else too. something darker that you didn't want to examine too closely. a small, vindictive part of you that whispered about revenge. about getting back at neteyam in the most direct way possible.
by fucking his best friend.
the thought sent a jolt through you that was part shock and part something that felt dangerously close to excitement. you pushed it away quickly, not ready to deal with that yet. but it lingered at the edges of your mind, tempting and terrible.
ao'nung was still watching you, his expression uncertain. the embarrassment was still there, written clearly across his face, but there was something else now too. something cautious and questioning. like he was trying to figure out where this was going, what you were thinking.
"you should be upset," he said finally, his voice low. "you should tell me to fuck off and leave you alone.."
"maybe," you agreed. "but i'm not.."
the silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken things. his wrist was still in your hand, your fingers pressed against his racing pulse. you could still feel the heat radiating off him, could see the way he was struggling to keep his breathing even. the evidence of his arousal was still there, impossible to ignore even though he was trying to angle himself away from you.
it should have been awkward. it should have been wrong. and it was both of those things. but it was also.. something else. something that made your own pulse start to race, made that warm feeling in your stomach intensify despite the pain still throbbing in your chest.
"what are you thinking?" ao'nung asked quietly, and there was something vulnerable in the question. something that matched the vulnerability you'd shown him when you'd fallen apart in his arms.
you looked at him, really looked at him. at the strong line of his jaw and the breadth of his shoulders. at the way the bioluminescent light played across his skin, highlighting the patterns of his freckles. at the concern and desire and confusion all warring in his eyes.
this was neteyam's best friend. this was wrong.
but neteyam had thrown away any right to your loyalty when he was pressed against that girl and kissed her in your spot. when he'd touched her the way he was supposed to only touch you. when he'd broken your heart and shattered your trust.
and ao'nung was here. warm and solid and wanting you even when you were a mess. offering comfort even as his body betrayed him with desire he clearly hadn't wanted to feel.
"i'm thinking.." you started slowly, your heart pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears. "i'm thinking that maybe.. maybe this could help.."
ao'nung's eyes widened slightly. "help?"
"help me forget," you clarified, your voice barely above a whisper. "help me stop thinking about him.. about what i saw.."
you watched understanding dawn across his face, followed immediately by conflict. his free hand clenched into a fist at his side, and you could see the war playing out behind his eyes.
"that's.." he swallowed hard. "that's a really bad idea.."
"probably," you agreed.
"you're hurt.. you're not thinking clearly.."
"i know.."
"this isn't.. we shouldn't.."
but even as he said it, he wasn't pulling away. wasn't letting go. if anything, he'd leaned slightly closer, drawn by the same magnetic pull you were feeling.
"tell me to stop," you whispered, and you weren't sure if you were talking to him or yourself. "tell me this is wrong and we should stop.."
ao'nung's jaw clenched, his eyes dropping to your lips before snapping back up. "it is wrong," he said, but his voice had gone rough and low. "we should stop.."
neither of you moved.
the space between you felt impossibly small and impossibly vast all at once. you could count his eyelashes in the dim light, could see the exact moment his resolve started to crumble. his pupils were blown wide, nearly swallowing the blue green of his irises, and his breathing had gone shallow and quick.
"please.." you whispered, though you weren't sure what you were asking for. permission? absolution? for him to make the decision so you didn't have to?
something in that single word broke whatever last thread of restraint he'd been clinging to. you saw it snap behind his eyes, saw the moment he stopped fighting and just.. gave in.
ao'nung moved first, closing the distance between you with a low sound that was half groan, half surrender. his hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing across your cheekbone as he tilted your face up toward his. he paused there, just a breath away, giving you one last chance to pull back. to say no. to stop this before it started.
you didn't.
instead you leaned in, closing that final impossible distance, and pressed your lips to his.
the kiss was soft at first. tentative. like he was afraid you might shatter if he pushed too hard. his lips were warm and slightly chapped from the salt air, moving against yours with a gentleness that made your chest ache. it was so different from the way neteyam kissed you.. had kissed you.. rough and demanding and always a little bit rushed like he had somewhere better to be.
ao'nung kissed you like he had all the time in the world. like nothing else existed except this moment, this connection. his hand slid from your jaw into your hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands as he angled your head to deepen the kiss just slightly.
you made a small sound against his mouth, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders. his skin was hot under your palms, muscles tense and coiled like he was holding himself back. the kiss grew more urgent, more desperate. his tongue traced the seam of your lips and you opened for him, tasting salt and something uniquely him.
when you finally broke apart for air, you were both breathing hard. ao'nung rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, his hand still tangled in your hair.
"we shouldn't.." he murmured again, but there was no conviction in it anymore. just a token protest, an acknowledgment of the line you'd just crossed.
"i know," you breathed back, and then you were kissing him again.
this time there was nothing tentative about it. this kiss was hungry and fierce and edged with something almost desperate. ao'nung's other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap. you went willingly, your hands sliding from his shoulders to his neck, fingers tracing the patterns there.
he groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through your chest. his hand tightened in your hair, not quite painful but possessive in a way that sent heat pooling low in your belly. when his lips left yours to trail along your jaw, you tilted your head back to give him access, your breath coming in short gasps.
"he never deserved you," ao'nung murmured against your skin, his voice rough and low. his lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear and you shivered. "never.. fucking idiot.."
his words sent a thrill through you that was part vindication, part desire. his mouth moved lower, kissing and nipping at your neck, and your fingers dug into his shoulders. you could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your hip, hard and insistent, and instead of being uncomfortable it just made you want more.
"ao'nung.." you breathed his name like a prayer, like a plea.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and intense. "do you have any idea.." he started, then stopped, shaking his head. his thumb traced your lower lip and you saw his jaw clench. "any idea how long i've wanted this? wanted you?"
your breath caught. "what?"
"since the beginning," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "since the first time neteyam brought you around.. i took one look at you and thought.." he laughed, but there was no humor in it. "i thought she's too good for him.. he's going to fuck this up.."
the confession hit you like a physical blow. all this time? all those months of watching you with neteyam, of being his best friend, he'd wanted..
"why didn't you.." you started, but he cut you off with another kiss, this one almost bruising in its intensity.
"because you were his," he said against your lips. "because you looked at him like he hung the stars and i wasn't going to.. i couldn't.." his hands slid down your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your woven top. "but he threw that away.. he threw you away like you meant nothing.."
there was anger in his voice now, mixed with the desire. his lips found your neck again, teeth grazing your pulse point, and you gasped. your hands moved to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palms.
"i would never.." he murmured between kisses. "i would never do that to you.. never hurt you like that.. you have to know.."
"ao'nung.." your voice came out breathy and desperate. your hands slid lower, tracing the defined muscles of his abdomen, and you felt him shudder.
"fuck.." he breathed, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "you're killing me.."
you could feel him trembling, could feel the tension in every line of his body as he fought for control. his hands had stilled on your waist, gripping you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. when he lifted his head to look at you again, his eyes were almost black with desire.
"tell me you want this," he said, his voice rough. "tell me this isn't just.. tell me you want me.."
the vulnerability in his words, the need, made your heart clench. this wasn't just about revenge or comfort or getting back at neteyam. this was ao'nung, laying himself bare, offering you something real and honest and terrifying.
"i want this," you whispered, and you realised it was true. "i want you.."
something fierce and possessive flashed across his face. "say it again.."
"i want you, ao'nung.."
he kissed you again, harder this time, all pretense of gentleness gone. his hands moved to the ties of your top, fingers working at the knots with surprising dexterity despite the tremor in them. you helped him, your own hands shaking as you loosened the bindings.
when the fabric fell away, ao'nung pulled back to look at you. his gaze was heated and reverent all at once, like he was seeing something sacred. "beautiful.." he murmured, his hands coming up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. "so fucking beautiful.. he never appreciated.."
you arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. his hands were larger than neteyam's, rougher, and the contrast sent sparks of pleasure through you. when he lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth, you cried out, your fingers tangling in his hair.
"that's it.." he murmured against your skin. "let me hear you.. want to hear every sound.."
his mouth and hands worked in tandem, alternating between gentle and rough, keeping you off balance and desperate for more. your hips rolled against him involuntarily and he groaned, his hands dropping to grip your waist and guide your movements.
"you feel that?" he asked, his voice strained. "feel what you do to me? been like this for months.. watching you with him.. wanting you.."
his confession was punctuated with kisses, with touches, with the roll of his hips against yours. you could feel how hard he was, could feel the heat of him even through the layers between you. your hands moved to his loincloth, fingers fumbling with the ties.
"wait.." he caught your hands, stilling them. when you looked up at him in confusion, his expression was conflicted. "are you sure? really sure? because once we.."
"i'm sure," you said firmly. "i want this.. i want you.. please.."
he searched your face for a long moment, then nodded. his hands joined yours, helping you remove his loincloth. when he was bare before you, you couldn't help but stare. he was bigger than neteyam, thicker, and the sight made your mouth go dry and your core clench with anticipation.
ao'nung's hands moved to your own coverings, removing them with reverent care. when you were both naked, he pulled you back against him, skin to skin, and the sensation made you both gasp. he was so warm, so solid, and you could feel every inch of him pressed against you.
"i've dreamed about this.." he murmured, his lips finding your neck again. "about having you like this.. about making you forget his name.."
his hand slid between your legs, fingers exploring, and he groaned when he felt how wet you were. "fuck.. all this for me?"
"yes.." you breathed, your hips rolling into his touch. "ao'nung.. please.."
"i've got you.." he promised, his fingers circling your clit. "gonna make you feel so good.. gonna show you how you should be treated.."
his touch was skilled and confident, building pleasure in waves that made your toes curl. when he slid one finger inside you, then another, you moaned his name. he worked you slowly, thoroughly, his thumb maintaining pressure on your clit while his fingers curled inside you.
"that's it.." he encouraged, his voice rough in your ear. "so perfect.. taking my fingers so well.. bet you'd take my cock even better.."
the filthy words combined with his skilled touch had you climbing fast toward the edge. your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as the pleasure built higher and higher.
"he never made you feel like this, did he?" ao'nung asked, and there was something almost smug in his voice. "never took his time.. never learned what you needed.."
"no.." you gasped, because it was true. neteyam had always been focused on his own pleasure, quick and rough and over before you'd barely gotten started. "never like this.."
"good.." ao'nung's fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder. "want to be the only one.. want you to forget he ever touched you.."
you were so close, teetering on the edge, when he suddenly pulled his hand away. you made a sound of protest that turned into a gasp when he shifted you, laying you back on the sand and settling between your legs.
"need to taste you.." he murmured, his breath hot against your inner thigh. "been wanting to for so long.."
when his mouth found you, you cried out, your back arching off the sand. his tongue was skilled and relentless, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on your clit. his hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for him, and the sight of him between your legs was almost as arousing as what he was doing.
"ao'nung.." you moaned, your hands finding his hair. "oh eywa.. i'm.."
"come for me.." he murmured against you. "want to feel you.. taste you.."
his words pushed you over the edge. pleasure crashed through you in waves, your whole body tensing and shaking as you came. ao'nung worked you through it, his tongue gentling but not stopping until you were pushing at his head, oversensitive and trembling.
when he finally pulled back, his lips were glistening and his eyes were dark with desire. he crawled up your body, settling his weight over you, and you could feel his hardness pressing against your entrance.
he started to push forward, slowly, so slowly, and the stretch of him made you gasp against his mouth. he was bigger than his fingers, thicker, and the sensation was overwhelming in the best way. your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he filled you inch by careful inch.
"breathe.." he murmured, his forehead pressed to yours. "just breathe.. i've got you.."
you tried to relax, tried to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. it wasn't painful exactly, just.. intense. foreign. different from anything you'd felt before. when he was halfway in, he paused, giving you time to adjust, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"you okay?" his voice was strained, rough with desire and concern. "talk to me.."
"i'm.." you took a shaky breath. "ao'nung, i need to tell you something.."
he stilled completely, his eyes searching your face. "what is it?"
the words felt stuck in your throat, embarrassment and vulnerability making your cheeks heat. "neteyam and i.. we never.. we did other things but we never.."
understanding dawned in his eyes, followed quickly by something fierce and possessive. "you mean.."
"this is my first time," you whispered. "actually.. going all the way.."
"fuck.." the word came out reverent, almost awed. his hand came up to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone. "you're giving me this? your first?"
you nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. it felt significant somehow, monumental, even though this was supposed to be casual. just revenge. just distraction. but the way he was looking at you made it feel like so much more.
"i'll take care of you," he promised, his voice thick with emotion. "i'll make it good.. i swear.."
he kissed you deeply, thoroughly, as he pushed in further. the stretch intensified and you whimpered against his mouth, your body trying to adjust to the intrusion. he moved so slowly, giving you time, letting you feel every inch as he filled you completely.
when he was fully seated inside you, you both froze. the sensation was overwhelming.. the fullness, the heat, the intimacy of being connected like this. you could feel him everywhere, stretching you, filling you, and it was almost too much.
"eywa.." ao'nung's voice was wrecked, his arms shaking where they bracketed your head. "you feel.. fuck, you feel incredible.."
you couldn't form words, could only make small sounds as you adjusted to him. he stayed still, letting you get used to the feeling, pressing kisses to your face, your neck, your shoulders. his restraint was evident in every tense line of his body, in the way his muscles trembled, in his ragged breathing.
"move.." you finally managed, your hips shifting experimentally. "please.. i need.."
"i've got you.." he pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, and the drag of him against your walls made you both moan. when he pushed back in, it was just as slow, just as deliberate. "gonna make you feel so good.. gonna ruin you for anyone else.."
he set a steady rhythm, deep and thorough, each thrust making you gasp. it was nothing like you'd imagined.. nothing like the fumbling attempts with neteyam that had never gone this far. this was intense and overwhelming and so much more than you'd expected.
"that's it.." ao'nung's voice was rough in your ear. "taking me so well.. like you were made for this.. made for me.."
his words sent heat pooling in your belly. your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, changing the angle, and suddenly he was hitting something inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.
"there?" he asked, feeling you clench around him. "that the spot?"
"yes.." you gasped, your back arching. "oh eywa.. yes.."
he adjusted his angle, making sure to hit that spot with every thrust. the pleasure built quickly, more intense than anything his fingers or mouth had given you. you could feel yourself getting wetter, could hear the obscene sounds of your bodies moving together, and it just made everything more intense.
"so fucking perfect.." ao'nung groaned, his pace increasing slightly. "so tight.. so wet.. all for me.."
"ao'nung.." his name fell from your lips like a prayer. your hands slid down his back, feeling the flex and bunch of his muscles as he moved. "feels so good.."
"better than you imagined?" there was something almost smug in his voice. "better than he could have given you?"
"yes.." you admitted, because it was true. neteyam had never made you feel like this.. never taken his time, never focused on your pleasure. "so much better.."
"good.." his lips found your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point. "want to be the only one.. want you to forget he exists.."
his possessiveness should have bothered you, should have reminded you this was supposed to be casual, but instead it just made you want him more. your hips rose to meet his thrusts, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything.
"that's it.." he encouraged, one hand sliding down to grip your hip, guiding your movements. "fuck yourself on my cock.. take what you need.."
the filthy words combined with the sensation of him inside you had you climbing toward another peak. but this one felt different.. bigger, more intense. your whole body was tightening, pleasure building in waves that made your toes curl.
"i'm.." you couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't think past the overwhelming sensation.
"i know.." ao'nung's hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. "can feel you getting tighter.. you're close, aren't you?"
"yes.." you were practically sobbing with it. "please.. i need.."
"what do you need?" his thumb circled your clit in time with his thrusts. "tell me.."
"harder.." you gasped. "please.. ao'nung.. harder.."
he groaned at your words, his control slipping. his thrusts became deeper, more forceful, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. the pleasure was almost painful in its intensity, building higher and higher until you thought you might shatter from it.
"come for me.." he commanded, his voice rough. "want to feel you.. want to feel you come on my cock.."
his words pushed you over the edge. pleasure crashed through you in waves so intense you couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only feel. your whole body tensed and shook, your walls clenching rhythmically around him as you came harder than you ever had before.
"fuck.. fuck.." ao'nung's rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming erratic. "you're so.. i can't.."
you could feel him swelling inside you, could feel how close he was. through the haze of your own pleasure, you managed to gasp out, "want to feel you.. want you to come inside me.."
that was all it took. with a low groan that sounded almost pained, ao'nung buried himself deep and came. you could feel the pulse of him, the warmth flooding you, and it triggered another smaller wave of pleasure that made you whimper.
he collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing hard, hearts racing. he was still inside you, softening slowly, and you could feel the mixture of your releases starting to leak out. it should have been uncomfortable or awkward, but instead it just felt.. intimate. right.
after a long moment, ao'nung lifted his head to look at you. his expression was soft, vulnerable in a way you'd never seen before. he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle.
"you okay?" he asked quietly.
you nodded, not trusting your voice. you felt.. overwhelmed. not just physically, though your body was still trembling with aftershocks, but emotionally. this was supposed to be revenge. supposed to be a distraction. but lying here with ao'nung still inside you, his weight comforting rather than crushing, it felt like so much more.
"that was.." you started, then stopped, not sure how to finish.
"yeah.." he agreed, understanding without you having to explain. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. "you were perfect.. so fucking perfect.."
there was something in his voice, in his eyes, that made your chest tight. this wasn't casual for him. maybe it never had been. and if you were honest with yourself, it wasn't casual for you either. not anymore.
he finally pulled out slowly, both of you wincing at the sensitivity. he rolled to the side, pulling you with him so you were tucked against his chest. his arms wrapped around you, holding you close, and you could hear the rapid beat of his heart under your ear.
"we should probably.." you started, but he cut you off.
"don't.." his arms tightened around you. "not yet.. just.. stay here for a minute.."
so you did. you lay there in his arms, listening to the waves, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, and tried not to think about what this meant. tried not to think about neteyam, about the betrayal, about the fact that you'd just slept with his best friend.
tried not to think about the fact that it had felt more right than anything with neteyam ever had.
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⤷ dilf!jake sully x fem!omaticaya!reader
- cw: not proof read, lower caps intended, smut, established relationship, p in v, heat cycle, multiple orgasms/rounds, size difference, size kink, body appreciation (jake’s thighs and belly, yummy), dirty talk, fingering, creampie, grinding, thigh and stomach riding, praise, let me know if i missed out on anything!!
- wc: 7k
- summary: you've been in heat all day, and it's getting worse. watching jake move around your home and outside of it, intensified your feelings. his bigger frame, his thighs, his stomach, eywa his stomach. you're struggling to keep your hands to yourself.
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you've been watching him all day, and it's driving you mad.
jake doesn't even realize what he's doing to you, how could he? he's just going about his business, checking on the ikran, speaking with the other warriors, lifting supplies with those thick, powerful arms that have only gotten better with age. but you notice everything. every movement, every flex of muscle beneath blue skin, every shift of his body that makes your heart race and your thighs clench together.
the heat coursing through your veins isn't helping. it never does. but this time it's worse, so much worse, because you can't stop fixating on him. on your mate. on jake.
you've been together for years now. you've built a life together, raised children, weathered storms both literal and metaphorical. you know every inch of him, have mapped his body with your hands and mouth countless times. but somehow, watching him now, you feel like you're seeing him for the first time all over again. or maybe you're just finally allowing yourself to fully appreciate what time has done to him.
because jake sully has aged like fine wine, and eywa help you, you want to taste every drop.
he's not the lean, wiry marine who first stumbled into your world anymore. the years have been kind to him, filling him out in all the right ways. there's a softness to him now that wasn't there before, a slight thickness around his middle that makes your mouth water every time you catch sight of it. that little bit of pudge that gathers at his belly, especially when he sits or bends. it's not much, just enough to grab onto, enough to prove that he's been well-fed and well-loved, that he's lived a good life here among the people.
among you.
your fingers itch to touch him there, to slide your hands under his worn leather and feel the warmth of his skin, the give of soft flesh over hard muscle. you want to press your face against that belly, feel it against your cheek, your lips, your tongue. you want to bite it gently and hear him gasp.
but it's not just his stomach. eywa, it's everything.
his arms have only gotten thicker with time, corded with muscle from years of hunting, fighting, flying. you watch him now as he lifts a heavy basket of fruit, biceps bulging, forearms flexing, and you have to bite your lip to keep from making a sound. you remember what those arms feel like wrapped around you, how small they make you feel, how safe. how they can pin you down or lift you up with equal ease.
and his back, that broad, strong back that you've clung to so many times, nails digging into blue skin as he moves inside you. you can see it now as he turns away, muscles shifting beneath his skin, tapering down to his narrow waist before flaring out again at his hips. you want to run your tongue along his spine, feel him shiver beneath your touch.
his thighs are what really get you, though. thick and powerful, built from years of riding ikran and running through the forest. you've felt them beneath you before, felt the hard muscle and the way they flex when he moves. but right now, with heat burning through your blood and making everything hypersensitive, all you can think about is climbing into his lap and grinding yourself against one of those perfect thighs until you fall apart.
you shift where you're sitting, trying to find relief from the ache building between your legs. it doesn't help. nothing helps except him, and he's still busy, still oblivious to the way you're practically vibrating with need.
the size difference has always done something to you. jake is big, bigger than most na'vi men in your clan, all broad shoulders and long limbs and solid mass. and you, while not small by any means, still feel deliciously tiny next to him. he can cage you in with his body, cover you completely, make you disappear beneath him. and eywa, you want that right now. you want to feel small and safe and completely overwhelmed by him.
you watch as he laughs at something one of the other warriors says, head thrown back, hand resting on his belly. that belly. your eyes track the movement of his hand, imagining it's your hand instead, imagining sliding it lower, lower..
"ma'yawne?" his voice cuts through your thoughts, and you realise he's looking at you now, head tilted slightly in concern. "you okay? you look flushed."
flushed. that's one word for it.
you stand on shaky legs, very aware of the growing slickness between your thighs, the way your body is screaming at you to go to him, to touch him, to take what you need.
"i'm fine," you manage, but your voice comes out rougher than intended, thick with want. "just.. can we go home? please?"
jake's eyes sharpen, and you see the moment understanding dawns. his nostrils flare slightly, he can smell it on you, the heat, the arousal. his pupils dilate, and suddenly he's moving toward you with purpose, closing the distance between you in a few long strides.
"how long?" he asks quietly, voice dropping an octave.
"all day," you admit, and you don't care that you sound desperate. you are desperate. "i've been watching you all day and i need.. jake, i need-"
his hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, and even that simple touch makes you want to moan. "i've got you," he murmurs, and the promise in his voice makes your knees weak. "let's get you home, baby. gonna take care of you."
the walk back to your home feels like it takes forever, even though jake keeps you close, one arm wrapped around your waist. you can feel the heat of him through your garments, can feel the solid mass of his body against your side, and it's both a comfort and a torture.
by the time you reach your home, blessedly empty, the kids off with their friends, you're practically crawling out of your skin with need. jake barely gets the entrance flap closed before you're on him, hands sliding up his chest, fingers digging into the soft flesh at his sides.
"easy," he chuckles, but there's a strain in his voice that tells you he's just as affected as you are. "what do you need, sweetheart? tell me what you need."
everything. you need everything. but right now, with your hands on his body and his scent filling your lungs, you know exactly where to start.
"you," you breathe, sliding your hands down to his belly, finally, finally touching the soft warmth you've been craving all day. "i need you. need to feel you. need-" your hands move lower, and he sucks in a sharp breath. "need to touch you everywhere."
"please," you whimper, hands still exploring the warm expanse of his torso, feeling the solid strength beneath the softness. "jake, please, i need-"
"i know what you need," he murmurs, catching your wrists gently and pulling your hands away from his body. you make a sound of protest, but he just smirks at you, that infuriating, knowing smirk that makes your stomach flip. "but you're gonna have to be patient, baby. gonna take my time with you."
"i can't," you gasp, trying to pull your hands free, desperate to touch him again. "i've been patient all day, i can't-"
"yes, you can." his voice is firm now, commanding, and it sends a shiver down your spine. he guides your hands above your head, holding both wrists in one large hand while the other trails down your arm, your shoulder, your side. "you're gonna be good for me, aren't you? gonna let me take care of you the way you need?"
you nod frantically, beyond words now, beyond anything except the burning need coursing through your veins. the heat has you completely in its grip, and jake is the only thing that can satisfy it.
"that's my girl," he praises, and the words make you melt. he releases your wrists but gives you a warning look. "hands stay up unless i tell you otherwise. understand?"
"yes," you breathe, keeping your arms raised even though every instinct is screaming at you to touch him, to pull him closer, to take what you need.
jake's hands go to your weaved top, slowly untying the straps, and you want to scream at him to hurry. but you don't. you stay still, trembling, as he undresses you with maddening patience. his knuckles brush against your skin as he works, and each touch feels like fire.
"been watching me all day, huh?" he asks conversationally, like he's not currently driving you up the wall. "what were you thinking about, sweetheart? what got you so worked up?"
"you," you manage, voice shaking. "just.. you. watching you move, watching your body, i couldn't stop thinking about-" you cut yourself off with a whimper as he finally pulls your top free, exposing your breasts to the cool air. your nipples are already hard, aching for his touch.
"thinking about what?" he prompts, hands hovering just inches from where you need them. "use your words, baby."
"your hands," you gasp out. "your arms, your thighs, i wanted.. i needed to touch you, to feel you, to-"
he finally touches you, palms cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples, and you nearly sob with relief. but it's not enough. it's nowhere near enough.
"more," you plead, arching into his touch. "please, jake, more.."
"greedy little thing," he murmurs, but there's affection in his voice, warmth beneath the teasing. his hands slide down your sides, hooking into your loincloth and pulling it free. you're completely bare before him now, exposed and vulnerable and so desperate you could cry.
jake takes a step back, eyes raking over your body with obvious appreciation, and you resist the urge to cover yourself. you want him to look. you want him to see what he does to you.
"eywa, you're beautiful," he says, voice rough with desire. "and you're dripping for me already, aren't you? so wet, so ready."
you nod, past the point of embarrassment. you are wet, slick coating your inner thighs, and you need him to do something about it.
"what do you want?" he asks, starting to remove his own clothing. you watch hungrily as he reveals more skin, more of that body you've been craving all day. "tell me exactly what you want, and maybe i'll give it to you."
"i want to touch you," you say immediately. "want to feel you, want.." you hesitate, but the heat burning through you strips away any remaining inhibition. "..want to ride your thigh. please. i've been thinking about it all day, watching you, wanting to feel those thick thighs under me-"
"fuck," jake breathes, and you can see the effect your words have on him. his cock is already hard, pressing against his loincloth, and knowing you did that to him makes you feel powerful despite your desperate state. "yeah, baby. yeah, you can do that. come here."
he sits down on the woven mat, legs spread, and pats his thigh in invitation. you don't need to be told twice. you practically throw yourself at him, straddling his thigh, and the first contact of your slick heat against his skin makes you both groan.
"that's it," he encourages, hands coming to rest on your hips. "go ahead, sweetheart. take what you need."
you start to move immediately, grinding down against the hard muscle of his thigh, and the friction is perfect, exactly what you've been craving. his skin is warm and solid beneath you, and you can feel his muscles flex as he shifts slightly, adjusting the angle.
"oh god," you whimper, hands finally coming down to clutch at his shoulders. you need the anchor, need something to hold onto as you rock against him. "jake, feels so good.."
"look at you," he murmurs, one hand sliding up your back while the other stays on your hip, guiding your movements. "so desperate, so needy. been thinking about this all day? thinking about grinding that pretty pussy on my thigh?"
"yes," you gasp, moving faster now, chasing the pleasure building in your core. "yes, wanted it so bad, wanted you."
"you've got me," he says, flexing his thigh beneath you, and the added pressure makes you cry out. "that's it, baby. use me. make yourself feel good."
you bury your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. sweat and forest and something uniquely jake as you ride his thigh with abandon. his hands are everywhere, stroking your back, squeezing your hips, sliding up to cup your breasts. every touch sends sparks of pleasure through you, adding to the building pressure between your legs.
"so small," he murmurs against your ear, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "fit so perfectly right here in my lap. love how tiny you feel against me, how i can just.." he demonstrates by wrapping one arm completely around your waist, holding you tight against him, controlling your movements. ".. hold you like this. you're mine, aren't you? all mine."
"yours," you agree breathlessly, because it's true. you've always been his, from the moment you first came together, and you'll be his until your last breath. "always yours, jake, please-"
"please what?" he asks, slowing your movements with his hand on your hip. you whine in protest, trying to speed up again, but he holds you firm. "what do you need, sweetheart? you gotta tell me."
"need more," you plead, looking up at him with what you know must be desperation written all over your face. "need to feel more of you, need-"
you reach down between your bodies, hand sliding over the soft skin of his belly, and he sucks in a breath. you love this part of him, love the proof that he's lived well, been cared for.
your hand continues down, wrapping around his hard cock, and he groans.
"want this," you whisper. "want you inside me, want to feel you-"
"not yet," he says, catching your hand and pulling it away. you make a sound of frustration, but he just chuckles. "you're gonna come on my thigh first. then maybe, if you're good, i'll give you my cock."
"jake.."
"that's the deal, baby. take it or leave it."
you know he's not serious about the 'leave it' part, he'd never actually deny you, not when you're in heat, not when you need him this badly. but the game is part of it, the push and pull, the way he makes you work for it even though you both know how it'll end.
"fine," you gasp, resuming your movements on his thigh. "but you have to.. you have to help me, please."
"that's better," he praises, and both hands come to your hips now, gripping tight, helping you grind down harder. "love it when you ask nicely. love hearing you beg for me."
the pressure is building again, faster now with his help, with the way he's flexing his thigh and moving you exactly how you need. you can feel yourself getting closer, that familiar tightening in your core, and you chase it desperately.
"that's it," jake encourages, voice low and rough. "can feel how wet you are, baby. making such a mess on my thigh. you gonna come for me? gonna come all over me like a good girl?"
"yes," you sob, so close now, right on the edge. "yes, gonna.. jake, i'm-"
"come on, sweetheart. let go. i've got you."
his words push you over the edge, and you come with a cry, pleasure washing over you in waves. your whole body shakes with it, and jake holds you through it, murmuring praise and encouragement as you ride out your orgasm on his thigh.
but it's not enough. the heat is still there, still burning through you, demanding more. one orgasm barely takes the edge off.
"more," you whimper as soon as you can speak again. "jake, please, i need more."
"i know, baby, i know," he soothes, lifting you easily off his thigh. you can see the evidence of your arousal glistening on his skin, and something about that makes you even more desperate. "gonna give you everything you need. but first.." he shifts, lying back on the mat, pulling you with him. ".. want you to ride me. want to watch you take your pleasure."
you straddle his hips immediately, reaching down to position him at your entrance, but he catches your hand again.
"not there yet," he says, and you could cry from frustration. "want you to ride right here first." he guides your hips forward, positioning you over his lower belly, and you understand what he wants.
the idea sends a fresh wave of heat through you. you've done this before, but not often, and the thought of it now, of grinding yourself against the soft warmth of his stomach, of feeling that slight give beneath you, makes you dizzy with want.
"okay," you breathe, settling yourself over him. the first slide of your slick heat against his belly makes you both groan. it's different from his thigh. softer, warmer, and you can feel the way his muscles tense beneath the layer of flesh.
"fuck, that's hot," jake mutters, hands on your hips again, watching as you start to move. "love feeling you like this, so wet and desperate. you gonna make yourself come on my belly, baby? gonna use me however you need?"
"yes," you gasp, finding a rhythm, grinding down against him. your clit drags against his skin with each movement, sending jolts of pleasure through you. "feels good, feels so good.."
"you look so good like this," he says, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. "so beautiful, taking what you need. love watching you fall apart for me."
you're already close again, the heat making you hypersensitive, making every touch feel like too much and not enough all at once. you brace your hands on his chest, using the leverage to move faster, harder, chasing that peak again.
"jake," you whimper, and you can hear how wrecked you sound.
"jake, please, i need-"
"i know what you need," he says, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. "love feeling you like this, you gonna come on my belly, baby?"
"yes," you gasp, finding a rhythm, grinding down against him. your clit drags against his skin with each movement, sending jolts of pleasure through you. the softness beneath you is intoxicating, the way his stomach gives just slightly under your weight, the warmth of his skin against your slick heat.
you brace your hands on his chest for leverage, fingers splaying across the broad expanse of muscle and soft flesh. you can feel his heart beating beneath your palms, steady and strong, and it grounds you even as the heat threatens to consume you completely.
"that's it," jake encourages, his voice rough with arousal. "look at you, so fucking beautiful like this. love watching you take what you need from me."
you rock your hips faster, chasing the friction, and you're so focused on the sensation against your clit, on the building pressure in your core, that you don't notice at first. don't notice how with each backward grind of your hips, your ass slides back, pressing against something hard and hot.
jake notices, though. you can tell by the way his breath hitches, the way his fingers dig a little harder into your hips.
"fuck, baby," he groans, and there's something different in his voice now, something strained. "keep moving just like that. don't stop."
you obey without thinking, too lost in your own pleasure to question it. you grind forward, your pussy sliding against the soft warmth of his belly, then back, and.. oh. oh, that's his cock, hard and thick, pressing against the curve of your ass as you move.
the realisation sends a fresh wave of arousal through you, makes you even wetter, and you can feel your slickness coating his stomach, making the slide easier, smoother. but you don't change your rhythm, don't adjust your position. it feels too good like this, the dual sensation of your clit rubbing against his belly and your ass inadvertently grinding back against his length.
"you feel so good," you whimper, moving faster now, desperate for release. "feels so good, jake, i'm so close.."
"yeah?" he asks, and his voice is tight, controlled, but you can hear the strain in it. "gonna come for me, sweetheart? gonna make a mess all over my stomach?"
"yes," you sob, because you are, you're so close you can taste it. your thighs are trembling with the effort of your movements, your whole body wound tight with tension. "yes, gonna come, gonna-"
each grind forward drags your swollen clit against his skin, and each grind back presses your ass against his cock, creating friction that has him groaning beneath you. you're leaving a trail of wetness on his stomach, can feel it spreading across his skin, and something about that, about marking him, claiming him, makes you even more desperate.
"look at you," jake breathes, one hand sliding up your side, your ribs, cupping your breast and squeezing. "so fucking perfect. you're making me so hard, baby. can you feel it? can you feel what you do to me?"
you can. with every backward rock of your hips, you can feel his cock pressing against you, hot and hard and leaking. the friction must feel good for him too, because his hips are starting to move now, subtle little thrusts up to meet your grinding.
"jake," you gasp, and you're so close now, right on the edge. your movements become more frantic, less coordinated, just desperate grinding as you chase your release. forward against his belly, back against his cock, forward, back, the rhythm building and building until..
"that's it, baby," jake groans, and you can hear how wrecked he sounds now too. "come for me. wanna feel you come, wanna.. fuck-"
you come with a cry, your whole body seizing up as pleasure crashes over you. your hips jerk erratically, grinding hard against his stomach, and your ass presses back firmly against his cock as your body convulses with the force of your orgasm.
and that's what does it for him.
"oh fuck," jake gasps, his hips bucking up involuntarily. "fuck, baby, i'm- i’m gonna-"
you feel it when he comes, feel the hot spurt of his release against your lower back, your ass, as he groans long and low beneath you. his hands grip your hips bruisingly tight, holding you against him as he rides out his orgasm, his cock pulsing against your skin.
"holy shit," he breathes once he can speak again, chest heaving beneath your hands. "holy shit, baby. you made me come just from that. just from grinding that perfect ass against me."
you're still trembling, aftershocks of pleasure rolling through you, and you can barely process his words. but the satisfaction in his voice, the awe, makes you feel powerful despite how wrecked you are.
"didn't even touch my cock," he continues, one hand sliding up your back, soothing. "just the friction of you moving on me, feeling you come- fuck, that was so hot. you're so hot, you know that?"
you manage a weak smile, slumping forward to rest your forehead against his chest. you can feel his release cooling on your skin, sticky and warm, and you should probably feel embarrassed but you don't. you just feel satisfied, sated, at least for the moment.
"didn't mean to," you mumble against his skin.
"didn't mean to what?" he asks, fingers carding through your hair. "make me come in my pants like a teenager? because you definitely did, sweetheart. made me lose control just from feeling you move on me."
"didn't realise," you admit, pressing a kiss to his chest. "was just.. it felt so good, couldn't think."
"i know, baby," he soothes, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. "that's what the heat does. makes you desperate, makes you need. and i love it. love watching you take your pleasure, love feeling you use my body however you need."
you hum contentedly, nuzzling into his warmth. your body feels heavy, languid, the heat temporarily satisfied by your orgasm and the feeling of jake's release marking your skin.
"we're both a mess now," jake observes with a chuckle. "you're covered in your own slick and my cum, and my stomach is- " he reaches down between your bodies, fingers sliding through the wetness you left on his belly. " -absolutely soaked. you really did a number on me, sweetheart."
"sorry," you murmur, though you don't really mean it.
"don't be," he says firmly, bringing his wet fingers up to his mouth and sucking them clean. the sight makes you clench, makes heat flicker in your belly again even though you just came. "love it. making me come just from grinding on me? that's the hottest thing that's happened in a while."
you lift your head to look at him, and his eyes are dark with satisfaction and lingering arousal. he looks thoroughly debauched, hair mussed, skin flushed and damp with sweat, and you did that to him. you made him lose control.
"you liked it?" you ask, needing the confirmation.
"baby, i loved it," he assures you, cupping your face and pulling you down for a deep kiss. "loved every second of it. loved watching you fall apart on top of me, loved feeling you move, loved that you were so desperate you didn't even realise what you were doing to me. and then when you came- " he groans at the memory. " -the way you pressed back against me, the way your whole body tensed up.. i didn't stand a chance."
his words make you feel warm all over, make you want to do it again, make him lose control again. but your body is heavy with satisfaction, and you know the heat will return soon enough. there will be plenty of opportunities to drive him crazy.
"come on," jake says after a moment, gently shifting you off of him. "let's actually get cleaned up this time before round two hits."
you let him guide you up, let him wipe you both down with a soft cloth, let him fuss over you the way he always does after. and when he pulls you back down to the mat, tucking you against his side, you feel safe and loved and completely satisfied.
at least until the heat comes back.
but that's a problem for later.
except it's not later. it's barely twenty minutes before you feel it building again, that familiar ache low in your belly, the hypersensitivity of your skin, the way everything feels too hot and too tight and not enough all at once.
"jake," you whimper, pressing closer to him, and he must hear something in your voice because his hand stills where it's been stroking lazy patterns on your back.
"already?" he asks, but there's no judgment in his tone, just understanding. "the heat's back?"
"yes," you breathe, and you can already feel yourself getting wet again, slick gathering between your thighs. "need you. need you so bad, please-"
"shh, i've got you," he soothes, rolling you onto your back and settling between your legs. and oh, he's already hard again, his cock thick and heavy against your inner thigh. "gonna take care of you, baby. gonna give you exactly what you need."
"please," you beg, reaching for him, trying to pull him closer. "please, jake, need you inside me, need to feel you-"
"i know," he says, catching your wrists and pinning them gently above your head with one large hand. "but we're gonna take our time with this one, okay? gonna make it good for you."
"no," you whine, trying to arch up against him. "no, need it now, please, i can't.."
"you can," he says firmly, using his free hand to spread your legs wider, settling more fully between them. "and you will. because i'm in charge right now, sweetheart, and i say we're taking our time."
the authority in his voice makes you shiver, makes you even wetter, and you know he can feel it when he slides two fingers through your folds, gathering your slickness.
"fuck, you're soaked already," he groans, circling your clit with his thumb. "this all for me, baby? your body getting ready to take my cock?"
"yes," you gasp, hips bucking into his touch. "yes, all for you."
"so needy," he murmurs, sliding those two fingers inside you, and even that feels good, feels like relief, but it's not enough. "so desperate. love feeling you like this, love knowing how much you want me."
"want you so much," you whimper, clenching around his fingers. "need your cock, please, jake."
"you're gonna take what i give you," he says, pumping his fingers slowly, deliberately, curling them to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. "and you're gonna be grateful for it, aren't you?"
"yes," you sob, because you will, you'll take anything he gives you and beg for more. "yes, thank you, thank you."
he works you open with his fingers, adding a third, stretching you, and it burns a little but it feels so good, feels like what you need. you're so wet that his fingers slide easily, the obscene sound of it filling the quiet of your home.
"that's it," he encourages, thumb still working your clit. "gotta make sure you're ready for me, baby. don't wanna hurt you, even if you're begging for it."
"won't hurt," you insist, though you know that's not entirely true. he's big, thick and long, and even after all these years, after all the times you've taken him, there's always that initial stretch, that moment of almost-too-much. "please, i'm ready, i can take it."
"we'll see," he says, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean. the sight makes you moan, makes you clench around nothing. "mm, you taste so good. could eat you out for hours, make you come on my tongue over and over-"
"no," you whine, shaking your head frantically. "no, need your cock.."
"alright, alright," he relents, releasing your wrists so he can grip your hips instead. "since you're begging so pretty for me."
he lines himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and just that is enough to make you gasp. he's so big, so hot against your sensitive flesh, and you need him inside you right now.
"please," you whimper one more time, and then he's pushing in.
the stretch is immediate and intense, your body struggling to accommodate his size even though you're soaking wet and desperate for it. he goes slow, so slow, feeding his cock into you inch by inch, and you can feel every ridge, every vein, the way your walls have to stretch and give to take him.
"fuck," jake groans, and his voice is strained, controlled. "fuck, baby, you're so tight. no matter how many times i fuck you."
"big," you gasp, because he is, he's so big and you're so full and he's not even all the way in yet. "you're so big, jake, i-"
"you can take it," he says, pushing in deeper, and you feel the way your body yields to him, opens for him. "you always take it so good, don't you? take every inch of my cock like you were made for it."
"was made for it," you agree breathlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper. "made for you, made to take you-"
"that's right," he says, and with one more thrust, he's fully seated inside you, his hips flush against yours. "all of me, baby. you've got all of me."
you feel impossibly full, stretched to your limit, and it's perfect. he's so deep you can feel him everywhere, pressing against spots inside you that make your toes curl. and the weight of him on top of you, the way he covers your smaller body completely, makes you feel safe and claimed and exactly where you're supposed to be.
"please move," you beg, because he's holding still and you need friction, need movement, need him to fuck you. "please, jake, need you to.."
"need me to what?" he asks, pulling out slowly until just the tip remains inside you. "need me to fuck you? need me to ruin this pussy until you can't think straight?"
"yes," you sob, trying to push back onto him. "yes, please."
he slams back in, hard and deep, and you cry out at the sensation. it's almost too much, the way he fills you completely, the way the force of his thrust pushes you up the mat.
"like that?" he asks, doing it again, setting a hard, deep rhythm that has you gasping with each thrust. "this what you need, baby? need me to fuck you hard?"
"yes," you moan, clinging to his broad shoulders, feeling the flex of his muscles as he moves. "yes, just like that, don't stop, please don't stop."
"not gonna stop," he promises, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other braces beside your head. "gonna fuck you until you can't remember your own name, until all you know is how good my cock feels inside you."
he's true to his word, fucking into you with deep, powerful strokes that have you moaning with each one. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mixed with your desperate whimpers and his low groans. you're so wet that each thrust is slick and easy despite his size, your body welcoming him, pulling him deeper.
"look at you," jake says, and there's awe in his voice beneath the desire. "look at how well you take me. your little pussy stretching around my cock, taking every inch. you love this, don't you? love being full of me."
"love it," you gasp, because you do, you love everything about this. the stretch, the fullness, the way he makes you feel small and protected and thoroughly claimed. "love your cock, love how you fill me, love.. oh eywa.."
he's angled his hips differently, hitting that perfect spot inside you with each thrust, and suddenly you're right on the edge, pleasure building impossibly fast.
"gonna come already?" he asks, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. "so sensitive, baby. the heat makes you so desperate, doesn't it? makes you need to come over and over."
"yes," you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders. "yes, gonna come, please let me come.."
"come for me," he commands, reaching between your bodies to rub your clit. "come on my cock, baby. wanna feel you squeeze me."
you come with a cry, your whole body tensing as pleasure crashes through you. your pussy clenches rhythmically around his cock, trying to pull him deeper, and you can feel how wet you are, slick coating his length and dripping down your thighs.
"that's it," jake groans, fucking you through it, not slowing down. "that's my good girl. feel so good when you come, so tight around me."
but he doesn't stop, doesn't give you time to recover. he keeps fucking you, hard and deep, and the stimulation is almost too much on your oversensitive flesh but also exactly what you need.
"too much," you whimper, even as your hips rise to meet his thrusts. "jake, it's too much, i can't-"
"you can," he says firmly, shifting his weight so he can grip both your hips, holding you in place as he fucks into you. "you're gonna take it, baby. gonna take everything i give you."
and you do. you take each hard thrust, each drag of his cock against your sensitive walls, the way he fills you so completely you can barely breathe. your second orgasm builds faster than the first, the heat driving your body to seek more pleasure, more release.
"so perfect," jake murmurs, and his rhythm is getting less controlled now, more erratic. "so fucking perfect for me. love this pussy, love how wet you get, love how desperate you are for my cock."
"need it," you gasp, meeting his thrusts as best you can. "need you, need this."
"i know what you need," he says, and suddenly he's pulling out, flipping you over onto your hands and knees before you can protest. "need me to fuck you deeper, don't you? need to feel me in your stomach."
"yes," you moan, arching your back and presenting yourself to him. from this angle you feel even smaller, more vulnerable, and when he pushes back inside you it's somehow even deeper than before.
"fuck," he groans, gripping your hips and pulling you back onto his cock. "look at you, so small beneath me. love seeing you like this, love watching my cock disappear inside you."
the new angle has him hitting different spots, deeper spots, and you can feel him everywhere. each thrust pushes you forward, and you have to brace yourself against the mat to keep from collapsing.
"so deep," you whimper, and you can feel tears gathering in your eyes from how good it feels, how overwhelming. "you're so deep, jake, i can feel you-"
"i know, baby," he says, one hand sliding up your spine to press between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest down to the mat. the new angle makes him impossibly deeper, and you sob at the sensation. "taking me so good, letting me fuck you so deep. your body was made for this, wasn't it? made to take my cock."
"yes," you agree, because it feels true, feels like you were designed specifically to fit him. "made for you, only you."
he fucks you harder, faster, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass obscene in the quiet. you can feel his thighs flexing against the backs of yours, can feel the power in each thrust, and it makes you feel deliciously small and overwhelmed.
"gonna fill you up," jake groans, and you can hear that he's close, can feel it in the way his rhythm falters. "gonna come inside you, mark you from the inside out. you want that, baby? want me to fill this cunt with my cum?"
"please," you beg, clenching around him deliberately. "please, want it, want you to come inside me.."
"fuck," he gasps, and his grip on your hips tightens. "you're gonna make me.. gonna make me come, baby, you feel too good-"
"come for me," you plead, pushing back against him. "please, jake, want to feel you come."
he comes with a groan, hips stuttering as he buries himself as deep as possible. you can feel his cock pulsing inside you, feel the warmth of his release filling you, and it triggers your own orgasm. you come around him, milking his cock, your whole body shaking with the intensity of it.
"holy shit," jake breathes, collapsing forward over your back, careful not to crush you with his full weight. "holy shit, baby. you're incredible. absolutely incredible."
you can't respond, can barely think, just focus on breathing and the feeling of him still inside you, still hard despite having just come. the heat is satisfied for now, your body languid and heavy, but you can already feel it lurking at the edges, ready to return.
jake pulls out slowly, and you whimper at the loss, at the feeling of his cum starting to leak out of you. but then he's gathering you up, rolling you over and pulling you against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips.
"did so good," he murmurs between kisses. "took me so well, baby. so perfect for me."
"love you," you mumble against his skin, nuzzling into his warmth.
"love you too," he says, one hand stroking through your hair while the other rubs soothing circles on your back. "so much, sweetheart. gonna take care of you all through this heat, gonna give you everything you need."
you hum contentedly, letting yourself drift in the afterglow. but even as you relax against him, you can feel it, that ember of need still glowing in your belly, ready to flare back to life. the heat isn't done with you yet, not by a long shot.
but for now, wrapped in jake's arms, thoroughly fucked and satisfied, you let yourself rest. there will be time for more later. there always is.
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this is is basically a jake sully belly and thigh appreciation post, he’s gotten so much hotter as the movies progress i swearrr.
as always, thank you so much for giving this a read and i hope you liked it!! reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated as well but not necessary :)
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if you can can we get a mean ao’nung x quiet fem reader where he returns from a hunting party and sees another metkayina boy trying to flirt with you (hes had a secret crush on you forever) and gets in between and drags you to his marui where he confesses his feelings and shows how badly hes wanted her (breeding kink, choking, multiple orgasms etc)
I love your writing please add anything else that you possibly can you’re precious and amazing muah 🤍
⤷ mean!ao’nung x fem!quiet!metkayina!reader
- an: thank you for this request and i appreciate your kind words thank youuu!!! also apologies for how long this took to write, i’ve had it in my drafts for a while, practically complete but never posted it for some reason. i hope you enjoy!! :)
- cw: not proof read, lower caps intended, aged up!ao’nung, smut, p in v, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, fingering, brief cum eating, dirty talk, jealousy, possessiveness, praise, slight orgasm denial, multiple positions, slight choking, overstimulation, creampie, let me know if i’ve missed anything out!
- wc: 9.2k
- summary: after a week away consumed by thoughts of you, a quiet village girl, ao'nung returns from his hunting trip to find another warrior flirting with you. consumed by jealously, he drags you to his marui and finally acts on his months-long obsession.
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the first day.
the hunting party departed at dawn, their ilus cutting through the crystalline waters as they headed toward the deeper territories where the larger game dwelled. ao'nung sat astride his mount with practiced ease, his broad shoulders tense despite the familiar rhythm of the journey. he should have felt the usual anticipation. the thrill of the hunt, the camaraderie of his fellow warriors. instead, all he felt was a gnawing irritation that settled in his chest like a stone.
he'd seen you that morning, standing near the edge of the village as the hunting party prepared to leave. you hadn't approached. you never did, too quiet and reserved to push yourself into the crowd of well-wishers and families saying their goodbyes. but he'd caught you watching him, those luminous eyes tracking his movements before you looked away, a slight flush darkening your cheeks.
that brief moment had been enough to make his body tighten with want, a hunger that had nothing to do with the hunt ahead.
"ao'nung!" rotxo called out, pulling alongside him. "we should make good time if the weather holds. maybe we'll be back in five days instead of seven."
"maybe," ao'nung grunted, his tone clipped. five days, seven days. it was all too long. he urged his ilu forward, leaving rotxo behind without another word.
the other hunter exchanged a confused glance with each other, but said nothing. ao'nung's moods were legendary, after all.
the sun climbed higher and the village disappeared behind them, ao'nung's thoughts kept drifting back. he thought of the way you moved through the water, graceful and fluid like you were born of the ocean itself. the way your hair clung to your shoulders when you surfaced. the soft curve of your lips, which he'd spent far too many nights imagining pressed against his skin.
he shifted uncomfortably on his ilu, willing his body to calm. this was going to be a long week.
by the third day, ao'nung's mood had deteriorated from merely irritable to outright hostile.
"watch where you're throwing that spear!" he snarled at koro, who had just successfully brought down a medium-sized fish. "you nearly took my head off."
"i was nowhere near you," koro protested, bewildered. "i was at least ten feet to your left-"
"just be more careful," ao'nung snapped, turning away and diving back beneath the surface before anyone could respond.
underwater, he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to center himself. but even here, in the cool embrace of the ocean, he couldn't escape thoughts of you. he imagined you swimming beside him, your body sleek and strong. he thought about catching you around the waist, pulling you close, finally closing the distance he'd maintained for so long because he didn't know how to be anything other than rough and abrasive.
you were so different from him. soft-spoken where he was loud, gentle where he was harsh. you observed while he commanded. and eywa help him, he wanted you with an intensity that was starting to consume him.
at night, lying in his hammock strung between the trees of a small island where they'd made camp, it was even worse. the other hunters talked and laughed around the fire, but ao'nung remained apart, staring up at the stars and thinking about what you might be doing. were you thinking of him? did you lie awake at night, or did you sleep peacefully, untroubled by the kind of burning desire that was currently making his life miserable?
he imagined going to you when he returned, finally bridging that careful distance. he imagined the surprise in you eyes, the way your breath might catch. he imagined touching you, tasting you, hearing what sounds you might make when he-
"ao'nung, you want some fish?" rotxo called out.
"no," he growled, more harshly than necessary.
rotxo held up his hands in surrender. "alright, alright. just trying to make sure you eat."
ao'nung turned over in his hammock, presenting his back to the group. his body was tight with frustration, his mind refusing to grant him any peace. four more days. four more days of this torture.
day five rolled around.
"what is your problem?" koro finally demanded on the fifth day, after ao'nung had criticised his diving technique, his spear grip, and his choice of hunting grounds all within the span of an hour.
"my problem," ao'nung said, his voice dangerously low, "is that you're hunting like a child who just earned his first spear. we're supposed to be bringing back enough game to feed the clan, not playing in the shallows."
"we've caught plenty," another hunter, ateyo, interjected carefully. "we're actually ahead of schedule-"
"then we should catch more," ao'nung cut him off. "or are you all content with mediocrity?"
the hunters exchanged glances, a mixture of confusion and frustration evident on their faces. ao'nung was always demanding, always pushing for excellence, but this was different. this was personal somehow, though none of them could understand why.
what they didn't know, what they couldn't know, was that ao'nung was barely holding himself together. every day away from the village, away from you, felt like a physical ache. he’d been wanting you for months now, this quiet girl who'd somehow slipped past all his defenses without even trying. you didn't fawn over him like some of the other women. you didn't seek his attention or try to impress him. you simply existed in your own gentle way, and it drove him absolutely mad.
he wanted to know what you thought about, what made you smile, what you looked like when you came apart in someone's arms. he wanted to be the one to find out, to be the one you trusted with that vulnerability.
but he was ao'nung. rough, arrogant, sharp-tongued. what would someone like you want with someone like him?
the thought made him even more irritable, and he took it out on the next hunter who dared to speak to him.
that night, he couldn't sleep at all. he lay in his hammock, his body thrumming with pent-up energy and desire. he thought about you constantly now. it was like a sickness. he imagined the softness of your skin, wondered if you’d gasp or sigh when he touched you. he thought about kissing you slowly, taking his time despite the urgency burning through him, because someone like you deserved to be savored.
he thought about other things too, darker and more explicit things that made his body respond with uncomfortable intensity. the way you might look beneath him, eyes wide and lips parted. the sounds you might make. the feel of your body welcoming his.
he groaned quietly, running a hand over his face. two more days. just two more days, and he could go back. maybe he'd finally work up the courage to approach you properly, to stop watching you from a distance like some kind of coward.
by the seventh day. the final day. even rotxo, usually the most patient of his friends, was avoiding him.
"we're heading back today," ateyo announced, as if ao'nung wasn't already acutely aware of every passing hour. "should reach the village by evening."
"then stop talking and start moving," ao'nung snapped, already mounted on his ilu.
the journey back felt interminable despite his ilu's swift pace. ao'nung pushed ahead of the group, earning more confused looks, but he didn't care. he needed to get back. this week had been absolute torture, and every moment away had only intensified the want that had been building for months.
he'd been patient. he'd kept his distance, told himself he was being respectful by not pursuing you when you seemed so content in your quiet solitude. but this week had broken something in him. the forced separation had made him realise that he couldn't keep doing this. couldn't keep wanting you from afar, couldn't keep pretending that this hunger would eventually fade.
as the familiar waters of home came into view, ao'nung felt his heart rate pick up. would you be there when they arrived? would you look at him with those eyes that seemed to see more than he wanted to reveal?
his body was already responding to just the thought of seeing you again, and he had to force himself to calm down. the other hunters were already whispering about his foul mood all week, he didn't need them noticing anything else.
but as the village grew closer, ao'nung made a decision. he was done waiting. done watching from a distance. done pretending he didn't want you with every fiber of his being.
tonight, he would find you. tonight, he would finally close the distance between them.
and eywa help them both, because once he had you, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to let go.
the village was alive with activity when the hunting party finally arrived. children ran along the shore, calling out to their fathers and brothers. women gathered at the water's edge, relief and joy evident on their faces. the successful hunt meant full bellies and celebration. the ilus were laden with fish, the nets heavy with the week's catch.
ao'nung barely registered any of it.
his eyes scanned the crowd with singular focus, searching for one face among the many. his jaw was tight, his body coiled with tension that had nothing to do with the long journey home. the other hunters were laughing, embracing their families, but ao'nung moved through them like a predator stalking through tall grass.
where were you?
he pushed past rotxo, ignoring his friend's attempt at conversation. his gaze swept the beach, the gathering areas, the-
there.
his breath caught in his chest, and everything else fell away.
you sat near the edge of the village, in that spot you always favored. partially hidden by the large rocks that jutted from the sand, close enough to observe the community but far enough to remain apart from it. your legs were folded beneath you, your hands working on what looked like a fishing net that needed mending. your hair fell in dark waves down your back, and even from this distance, ao'nung could see the gentle concentration on your face.
beautiful. you were so fucking beautiful it made his chest ache.
but then he saw him.
takoa.
the name rose in ao'nung's mind like bile. takoa, a warrior from one of the other families, decent enough with a spear but too pretty for his own good, with his smooth words and easy smile. and right now, that smile was directed at you.
ao'nung's vision tunneled.
takoa was crouched beside you, far too close, his body angled toward yours in a way that made ao'nung's blood boil. he was talking, gesturing animatedly, and even from here ao'nung could see the calculated charm in every movement.
his feet were moving before he made the conscious decision to walk, carrying him away from the celebration and toward the rocks. each step made his heart pound harder, made the possessive fury in his chest grow hotter.
as he got closer, he could hear takoa's voice.
"...never seen anyone mend nets as skillfully as you," takoa was saying, his tone dripping with false admiration. "you have such delicate hands. so precise."
you didn't look up from your work, fingers continuing their steady rhythm. "it is not difficult," you said softly, your voice barely above a murmur. "anyone can learn."
"ah, but you make it look like art." takoa shifted closer, and ao'nung's hands clenched into fists. "you know, i’ve been meaning to ask you.. there's a gathering tonight, to celebrate the hunting party's return. perhaps you would-"
"she will be busy."
the words came out harder than ao'nung intended, sharp enough to cut. both takoa and you looked up, startled by his sudden appearance.
ao'nung stood over them, his shadow falling across your workspace. he was still in his hunting gear, his skin marked with salt and the evidence of a week at sea, and he knew he probably looked half-wild. he felt half-wild, especially with the way takoa was still sitting so close to you.
"ao'nung," takoa said, his smile faltering slightly. "welcome back. we were just-"
"i can see what you were doing." ao'nung's eyes flicked to where takoa's hand rested on the rock, inches from your thigh. "you should go."
takoa's expression shifted, a flash of irritation crossing his features. "we were having a conversation. i don't think-"
"i don't care what you think." ao'nung took a step closer, and there was no mistaking the threat in his posture now. "i said go."
your eyes had widened, hands stilling on the net. you looked between them, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden tension, but you said nothing. you never did. too quiet, too gentle to insert yourself into conflicts. it was one of the things that drew ao'nung to you, but right now it only made him more furious that you couldn't tell takoa to fuck off yourself.
takoa stood slowly, drawing himself up to his full height. he was tall, but ao'nung was taller, broader, and carried the unmistakable authority of the chief's son. still, takoa's pride made him hesitate.
"this is childish," takoa said, trying to maintain his dignity. "she can speak for herself-"
"can she?" ao'nung's voice dropped to something dangerous. "because from where i was standing, it looked like you were doing all the talking. getting real close. touching her things." his eyes flicked meaningfully to where takoa's fingers had brushed against her net. "did she ask you to sit with her?"
takoa's jaw tightened. "i was being friendly-"
"you were being a pest." ao'nung moved between you both, physically blocking takoa's view of you. "and you're still here, which means you're either stupid or you want me to make you leave. which is it?"
for a moment, takoa looked like he might actually challenge him. his hands flexed at his sides, his pride warring with his common sense. but then he looked at ao'nung's face. really looked. and whatever he saw there made him take a step back.
"fine," takoa bit out. "but you don't own her, ao'nung. she’s not your-"
"get. out. of. my. sight."
the words were barely above a whisper, but they carried enough venom to make takoa flinch. he shot one last look past ao'nung's shoulder, whether at you or just to salvage some dignity, ao'nung didn't know and didn't care, before turning and stalking away.
ao'nung watched him go, his chest heaving with barely controlled rage. the possessive fury was still coursing through him, demanding action, demanding he do something to mark his claim, to make it clear that you were..
his.
the thought crystallised with perfect clarity. you was his. you’ve been his since the first time he'd seen you, sitting alone and content in your solitude. his since the first time you’d looked at him with those knowing eyes. his since every moment he'd spent this past week thinking about you, wanting you, needing you.
only when takoa disappeared around the rocks did ao'nung finally turn.
you were staring up at him, your eyes wide, the net forgotten in your lap. your lips were slightly parted, and he could see the rapid rise and fall of your chest. surprise, yes. but something else too. something that made his blood run even hotter.
"ao'nung," you said softly, and hearing his name in your voice after a week of deprivation nearly broke his control entirely. "you did not have to-"
"yes, i did." he reached down, his hand closing around your wrist. not rough, but firm. unmistakable. "come with me."
"what? where-"
"now."
he pulled you to your feet, and you came without resistance, though your eyes were full of questions. the net tumbled from your lap, forgotten. ao'nung didn't care. he was already moving, his hand sliding from your wrist to your hand, his fingers lacing through yours in a grip that was almost desperate.
he needed to get you alone. needed to get you somewhere private where he could finally, finally, tell you everything that had been building inside him. show you everything he'd been holding back.
his marui. he would take you to his marui.
and then, eywa help them both, he was going to make you understand exactly who you belonged to.
the walk through the village felt endless and far too short all at once.
ao'nung's hand was hot around yours, his grip possessive as he pulled you along the woven pathways. you had to take quick steps to keep up with his longer stride, your heart hammering against your ribs with each passing second.
people noticed. of course they noticed.
tsireya looked up from where she was braiding a child's hair, her eyes widening as she watched her brother drag you past. a group of hunters paused their conversation, their gazes following with obvious curiosity. two elderly women weaving baskets exchanged knowing looks and whispered behind their hands.
you felt heat creep up your neck, spreading across your cheeks. everyone was staring. everyone could see ao'nung, the chief's son, the clan's best warrior, holding your hand like his life depended on it, his jaw set and his eyes fixed straight ahead with singular determination.
"ao'nung," you tried again, your voice barely above a whisper. "what are you doing? people are watching-"
"let them watch." his voice was rough, almost a growl. he didn't slow down. "i don't care."
your stomach flipped. you'd never heard him sound like that. so raw, so intense. ao'nung was always controlled, always composed even when he was being mean to others. but right now, there was something wild in the set of his shoulders, something barely restrained in the way his fingers tightened around yours.
you should have been more concerned about the spectacle you were making. should have been worried about what people would think, what they would say. but instead, all you could focus on was the heat of his palm against yours, the way his thumb kept brushing over your knuckles in an almost unconscious gesture, the broad expanse of his back as he led you forward.
your heart was racing for entirely different reasons now.
you’d noticed ao'nung before. of course you had. it was impossible not to notice him. he was beautiful and strong and carried himself with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was worth. but he'd always seemed so far above you, so untouchable. the chief's son, destined for greatness, while you were just.. you. quiet. unremarkable.
and he was mean. you'd seen how he spoke to others, the sharp edge of his tongue, the way he could cut someone down with just a look. you'd always kept your distance, content to admire him from afar where it was safe.
but the way he'd looked at takoa just now.. the barely controlled violence in his voice when he'd told the other boy to leave, that hadn't been the casual cruelty you'd witnessed before. that had been something else entirely.
possessive. territorial.
the thought made your pulse skip.
ao'nung's marui came into view, set slightly apart from the others near the edge of the village. it was larger than most, befitting his status, with intricate weavings decorating the entrance. he pulled you up the walkway without hesitation, finally releasing your hand only to push aside the entrance flap.
"inside," he said, and there was no room for argument in his tone.
you stepped past him into the dim interior, your eyes adjusting to the softer light. you’d never been in ao'nung's marui before. it was neat, organised, with weapons hung carefully on the walls and sleeping mats arranged in the corner. it smelled like him, salt and sea and something distinctly male that made your head spin.
the flap fell closed behind you, and suddenly the space felt much smaller.
you turned to face him, your hands clasped nervously in front of you. "ao'nung, what-"
"do you have any idea," he interrupted, his voice low and dangerous, "what this week has been like for me?"
you blinked, confused. "the hunting trip?"
"yes, the fucking hunting trip." he took a step toward you, and you instinctively took a step back. your shoulders hit the woven wall of the marui. "seven seven. Seven days away from the village. away from you."
your breath caught. "me?"
"you." another step. he was close now, so close you had to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. they were blazing, intense in a way that made your knees weak. "seven days of thinking about you. wondering what you were doing. who you were talking to. who was looking at you."
"i don't understand-"
"i’ve wanted you for months," he said, and the confession hit you like a physical blow. "months of watching you from across the village. months of finding excuses to be near you. months of wanting to touch you, to talk to you, to make you mine."
your lips parted in shock. "you.. what?"
"and then i come back," he continued, his voice dropping even lower, "and the first thing i see is takoa's hands on you. takoa touching what's mine. takoa thinking he has any right to you."
"i'm not-" you started, but the words died in your throat when he braced one hand against the wall beside your head, caging you in.
"you are," he said fiercely. "you’re mine. you’ve always been mine. i just haven’t made you aware of it yet."
your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. "ao'nung-"
"tell me you haven't noticed," he demanded, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to his. his touch was surprisingly gentle despite the intensity in his voice. "tell me you haven't felt this thing between us. tell me i’m the only one who's been going crazy."
you couldn't. because you had noticed. in the stolen glances, in the way your skin tingled when he was near, in the disappointment you felt when days passed without seeing him. you'd just never imagined he felt the same way.
"i noticed," you whispered, and watched something fierce and triumphant flash in his eyes.
"say it again."
"i noticed you," you said, stronger this time. "i’ve always noticed you."
the sound he made was almost a growl. "eywa, do you know what you do to me?"
he murmured with a groan, his hooded eyes staring into yours.
and then, within a blink, his mouth was on yours.
the kiss was hungry, desperate, like he'd been starving for it. his lips moved against yours with bruising intensity, swallowing the small gasp of surprise you made. one hand stayed cupped around your jaw, holding you exactly where he wanted you, while the other slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him.
you melted into him, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders. he was so solid, so warm, and the way he kissed you made your head spin. this wasn't gentle or tentative. this was claiming, possessive, a week's worth of frustration poured into the slide of his mouth against yours.
when his tongue traced the seam of your lips, you opened for him without hesitation. the kiss deepened, turned filthy, and you heard yourself make a sound you'd never made before. needy and wanting.
ao'nung groaned in response, the hand on your waist tightening, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. the thought sent a thrill through you.
he pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing yours with every word. "i'm going to make you mine," he said roughly. "completely mine. everyone in this village is going to know you belong to me."
"yes," you breathed, and felt him shudder against you.
"i'm going to touch every part of you," he continued, his hand sliding from your waist down to your hip, then your thigh. "taste every part of you. make you come on my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock until you can't remember anyone's name but mine."
heat flooded through you, pooling low in your belly. "ao'nung-"
"and then," his voice dropped to something dark and possessive that made you clench, "i'm going to fill you with my seed. going to breed you properly, make sure everyone knows who you belong to. you want that?"
you should have been shocked by the crude words. instead, you found yourself nodding frantically, your nails digging into his shoulders. "yes. yes, please-"
he kissed you again, harder this time, walking you backward until your legs hit his sleeping mat. you fell onto it with a soft gasp, and he followed you down, covering your body with his. the weight of him was intoxicating, the heat of his skin seeping through the thin material of your top.
"you're so beautiful," he murmured against your lips, his hips settling between your thighs in a way that made you both groan. "so fucking beautiful. do you know how many times i've imagined this? having you under me, soft and willing?"
his hand slid up your side, over your ribs, stopping just below your breast. you arched into the touch, desperate for more.
"tell me what you want," he demanded, pulling back to look at you. his pupils were blown wide, his lips swollen from kissing. "i need to hear you say it."
"you," you said without hesitation. "i want you. all of you."
something in his expression shifted, became even more intense, more possessive. "you have me. you’ve always had me." his hand finally moved up to cup your breast through your top, and you gasped at the sensation.
he kissed you again as his hands began to explore, learning the shape of you through your clothes. every touch was deliberate, possessive, like he was mapping territory that belonged to him. when his fingers found the tie of your top, he paused, his eyes meeting yours in silent question.
you nodded, and he pulled the string free.
the fabric fell away, baring you to his gaze. for a moment, he just looked, his eyes dark and hungry as they traveled over your exposed skin. you resisted the urge to cover yourself, held still by the intensity of his stare.
"perfect," he finally said, his voice rough. "you're perfect."
then his mouth was on your neck, kissing and sucking and definitely leaving marks. you didn't care. you wanted them, wanted everyone to see, wanted takoa and every other male in the village to know you were claimed.
his hand covered your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple, and you arched with a cry. the sensation shot straight through you, making you clench around nothing.
"so responsive," ao'nung murmured against your skin, doing it again just to watch you squirm. "i'm going to learn every sound you make. every touch that makes you gasp. every spot that makes you scream."
"please," you whimpered, your hands sliding down his back, feeling the flex of muscle under smooth skin.
"please what?" he moved to your other breast, his mouth replacing his hand, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. "tell me what you need."
"more," you managed, your fingers tangling in his hair. "i need more. i need you."
he groaned against your skin, his hips grinding down against yours in a way that made you both gasp. you could feel him, hard and thick even through the layers between you, and the knowledge that you did this to him. that he wanted you this badly, made you dizzy with power.
"i'm going to take my time with you," he said, kissing his way down your stomach, his hands working at the ties of your loincloth. "going to worship every inch of this body until you're begging me to fill you."
the fabric fell away, leaving you completely bare beneath him. the way he looked at you, like you were something precious and profane all at once, made you feel beautiful in a way you'd never experienced before.
"spread your legs for me," he commanded softly, and you obeyed without thinking, your thighs falling open.
his eyes went even darker. "fuck. look at you. already so wet for me."
you felt yourself flush, but before you could feel self-conscious, he was settling between your thighs, his broad shoulders forcing them even wider. the first touch of his fingers against your slick folds made you jolt, a sharp cry escaping your lips. his breath hot against your most sensitive skin. the anticipation alone made you tremble, your hands fisting in the ground beneath you.
"i've thought about this," he murmured, his lips brushing against your inner thigh. "every fucking day since i met you. wondered what you'd taste like. how you'd sound when i made you fall apart with just my tongue."
"ao'nung-" your voice was already shaky, desperate.
his hands slithered upwards towards your cunt, one finger gently sliding in.
he worked you open with patient determination, adding a second finger when you were ready, curling them in a way that made stars burst behind your eyelids. all the while, he kept talking. filthy, possessive words about how you were his, how he was going to breed you, how everyone would know you belonged to him.
when his thumb found your clit, you nearly came apart right there.
"that's it," he encouraged, working you higher. "let me see you fall apart. want to watch you come before i even get my cock in you."
the pressure built and built, your hips rocking against his hand desperately. you were close, so close-
"come for me," he ordered, and you did.
the orgasm crashed over you in waves, your back arching off the mat as pleasure flooded through every nerve. ao'nung worked you through it, his fingers never stopping, drawing it out until you were shaking and oversensitive.
when you finally came back to yourself, he was watching you with an expression of pure male satisfaction, his fingers still buried inside you.
"beautiful," he said again, slowly withdrawing his hand. you watched, dazed, as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "and you taste even better than i imagined."
before you could respond, he was kissing you again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. it should have been embarrassing, but instead it just made you want him more.
your hands went to the ties of his loincloth, fumbling with the knots. "off," you demanded against his lips. "i want to feel you."
he helped you, shoving the fabric away impatiently. and then there was nothing between you, just skin against skin, heat against heat.
you looked down between your bodies and your breath caught. he was big. bigger than you'd expected. and already leaking at the tip. the sight made your mouth water and your core clench with anticipation.
"see what you do to me?" ao'nung's voice was strained as he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock sliding through your wetness. "this is all for you. only you."
your breath hitched as you felt him there, hot and hard against you, the anticipation making your entire body tremble. his eyes locked onto yours, dark with desire but also searching, making sure you were with him, that you wanted this as much as he did.
but he didn't push inside yet. instead, he dragged the thick head of his cock through your folds again, coating himself in your arousal, the friction against your sensitive clit making you gasp and buck your hips.
"so wet for me already," he murmured, his voice dropping to something darker, more possessive. "i've barely touched you and you're dripping. did you get this wet for him?"
your eyes widened at the mention of takoa, and ao'nung's expression turned almost cruel.
"answer me," he demanded, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance but not entering, just teasing. "did you get wet when that boy was sitting next to you? when he was trying so hard to impress you with his pathetic attempts at flirting?"
"no," you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders desperately. "no, ao'nung, i didn't-"
"good," he growled, finally pushing forward just enough to breach your entrance with the tip. the stretch was immediate and intense, making you both groan. "because this cunt is mine. only i get to make you react this way. only i get to make you feel good. understand?"
"yes," you whimpered, trying to push your hips up to take more of him, but his hands on your hips held you firmly in place.
"yes, what?" he prompted, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back.
"yes, ao'nung," you breathed. "only you. please, i need-"
"what do you need?" he pushed in another inch, so slowly it was almost torture. "tell me."
"you," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "i need you. all of you. please."
"that's right," he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. "you need me. not that boy who was pawing at you. not anyone else. just me." he pushed in another inch, watching your face intently as your mouth fell open. "do you think he could give you this? do you think he could fill you like i can?"
you shook your head frantically, unable to form words as he continued his slow, torturous advance. he was so big, stretching you in ways you'd never experienced, and every inch felt like both too much and not enough.
"use your words," a'nung commanded, pausing when he was only halfway inside. "tell me he couldn't make you feel like this."
"he couldn't," you managed, your voice breaking. "he couldn't make me feel like this. only you, ao'nung. only you."
something fierce and triumphant flashed in his eyes. "that's fucking right," he growled, and pushed in the rest of the way in one smooth thrust.
you cried out at the sudden fullness, your back arching off the mat. he was so deep, so big, stretching you to your limits. your walls fluttered around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion, and you heard him curse above you.
"fuck," ao'nung groaned, his entire body trembling with the effort of staying still. "you're so tight. so perfect. like your body was made specifically for my cock." his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively. "tell me you're okay. tell me you can take it."
"i can take it," you gasped, even though you felt impossibly full, stretched beyond what you thought possible. "i can take you. please, ao'nung, please move."
"not yet," he said, his voice strained. he leaned down, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath hot against your lips. "i want you to feel this. feel how deep I am. feel how completely you belong to me now." he shifted his hips slightly, making you both groan. "that boy wouldn't know what to do with you. wouldn’t know how to handle this perfect body. but i do. and i’m going to ruin you for anyone else."
"i don't want anyone else," you assured him, your hands sliding up to cup his face. "i only want you."
he kissed you then, hard and possessive, his tongue invading your mouth the same way his cock was buried inside you. when he finally pulled back, his eyes were blazing.
"i’m going to make you come so many times you lose count," he promised darkly. "going to fuck you so good you forget your own name. and every time you see that boy, you're going to remember this moment. remember who you belong to."
then he started to move.
he pulled out slowly, so slowly you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, until just the tip remained inside. then he slammed back in, hard and deep, making you scream.
"that's it," he encouraged, setting a brutal rhythm. "let everyone hear you. let them know who's making you feel this good." each thrust was powerful and deliberate, hitting spots inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "let that boy hear you screaming my name."
"ao'nung!" you cried out, unable to help yourself. the pleasure was overwhelming, building with each thrust, each drag of his cock against your walls.
"louder," he demanded, one hand sliding up to grip your throat lightly. not squeezing, just holding, the gesture possessive and dominant. "i want everyone in this village to know you're mine."
"ao'nung!" you cried out louder, your inhibitions completely gone. you didn't care who heard, didn't care about anything except the feeling of him inside you, claiming you, making you his.
"good girl," he praised, his thumb stroking the side of your neck even as he continued his punishing pace. "such a good girl for me. taking my cock so well." his other hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and circling it with just the right amount of pressure. "now come for me. show me how good i make you feel."
the added stimulation was exactly what you needed. your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you with an intensity that made your vision white out. your body convulsed around him, your walls clenching rhythmically around his cock as pleasure flooded every nerve ending.
"fuck, yes," ao'nung groaned, fucking you through it, his thumb never stopping its movement on your clit. "that's it. that's my girl. feel so good when you squeeze me like that." he leaned down to bite at your neck, definitely leaving marks. "mine. you’re mine. say it."
"yours," you gasped, still trembling from the aftershocks. "i’m yours, ao'nung."
"that's right," he growled against your skin. "my woman. my mate." he pulled back to look at you, his eyes dark and possessive. "and i’m going to fill you up. going to pump you so full of my seed that everyone will know you're claimed. that you're carrying my child."
the dirty talk sent another wave of arousal through you, even though you'd just come. your body was already responding to him again, your walls fluttering around his still-hard cock.
"you like that idea?" he asked, feeling your reaction. a cruel smile curved his lips. "like the thought of me breeding you? making sure everyone knows you belong to me?" his thrusts became harder, more purposeful. "do you think that boy could give you this? could make you feel this good? could breed you properly?"
"no," you moaned, your nails raking down his back. "no, only you. only you can make me feel like this."
"that's fucking right," he snarled, his pace becoming almost brutal. "he's nothing. he could never satisfy you the way i can. could never fill you up and breed you the way you deserve."
his words, combined with the relentless pace of his thrusts, were pushing you toward another edge already. you couldn't believe how quickly your body was responding, how desperately you wanted more.
"ao'nung," you whimpered, feeling the pressure building again. "i’m going to-"
"not yet," he commanded, suddenly pulling out completely. you whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and desperate. "i’m not done with you yet."
before you could protest, he flipped you over onto your stomach, his hands gripping your hips and pulling them up so you were on your hands and knees. the position made you feel exposed and vulnerable, and you heard him groan behind you.
"look at you," he said, his voice rough with desire. his hands ran over your ass appreciatively, squeezing and kneading the flesh. "so perfect. so ready for me." one hand slid between your thighs, his fingers sliding through your wetness. "still dripping. still so desperate for my cock."
"please," you begged, pushing back against him. "please, ao'nung, i need-"
"what do you need?" he asked, and you could hear the cruel amusement in his voice. "tell me exactly what you need."
"your cock," you gasped, beyond shame now. "i need your cock inside me. please."
"since you asked so nicely," he murmured, and then he was pushing inside again, the new angle making him feel even bigger, even deeper.
you moaned loudly, your arms nearly giving out from the intensity. this position hit different spots, and you could feel him everywhere, filling you completely, stretching you impossibly wide.
"fuck," ao'nung groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "you feel even tighter like this. so fucking perfect." he pulled out and slammed back in, making you cry out. "this is how i’ve dreamed of having you. on your hands and knees, taking my cock like you were made for it."
he set an even harder pace than before, his hips snapping against your ass with each thrust. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the marui, obscene and primal, mixed with your moans and his grunts of pleasure.
"do you think he's ever had a woman like this?" ao'nung asked, his voice dark and possessive. "do you think he knows how to fuck properly? how to please a woman?" one hand slid up your spine to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back. "answer me."
"no," you gasped, the slight pain from your hair being pulled mixing with the pleasure in a way that made you clench around him. "no, he doesn't know. he couldn't.. couldn't do this."
"that's right," he growled, his pace becoming even more brutal. "he’s just a boy. he wouldn't know what to do with a woman like you. wouldn’t know how to touch you, how to fuck you, how to make you come." he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his lips at your ear. "but i do. i know exactly what you need. exactly how to make you fall apart."
his free hand slid around to find your clit again, rubbing tight circles that had you seeing stars. the combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust and his fingers on your clit was overwhelming.
"i'm going to make you come again," he promised darkly. "going to make you come so hard you forget that boy even exists. that anyone else exists except me."
"yes," you moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "yes, please, ao'nung, please make me come."
"such a good girl," he praised, his fingers moving faster on your clit. "begging so prettily. i love hearing you beg for my cock. love knowing that i'm the only one who can make you feel this way."
the pressure was building rapidly, your entire body tensing as you approached your second orgasm. ao'nung could feel it too, could feel the way your walls were starting to flutter around him.
"that's it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "come for me. come on my cock like a good girl."
your second orgasm hit even harder than the first, your arms giving out completely as pleasure crashed through you. you collapsed onto the mat, your upper body pressed against the woven surface while ao'nung held your hips up, continuing to fuck you through your climax with single-minded determination.
"fuck, yes," he groaned, watching you fall apart beneath him. "so beautiful when you come. so perfect. all mine."
you were trembling, oversensitive, but he didn't stop. his pace didn't slow, his cock continuing to drive into you with the same brutal intensity.
the overstimulation was almost too much, bordering on pain, but somehow it felt incredible.
"ao'nung," you whimpered, your hands clutching at the mat. "i can't.. it's too much-"
"you can take it," he said firmly, his hand sliding around to your throat, pulling you up so your back was pressed against his chest. the new angle made him feel even deeper, and you gasped. "your gonna take everything i give you. you’re mine, and i'm going to use this perfect body however i want."
his hand on your throat applied gentle pressure, not enough to restrict your breathing but enough to make you feel owned, possessed. his other hand slid down to your breast, squeezing and kneading, his fingers pinching your nipple.
"tell me you're mine," he demanded, his lips against your ear. "tell me you belong to me and no one else."
"i’m yours," you gasped, your head falling back against his shoulder. "only yours, ao'nung. no one else."
"and who makes you feel this good?" he asked, his hips still moving, still driving into you relentlessly. "who makes you come? who’s going to breed you and fill you with their child?"
"you," you moaned, your body trembling in his arms. "only you. only you can make me feel like this."
"that's right," he growled, his hand on your throat tightening slightly. "just me. only me."
he released your throat and pushed you back down onto your hands and knees, his hands gripping your hips again. his pace became even more frantic, more desperate, and you could tell he was getting close.
"going to fill you up," he panted, his fingers digging into your hips. "going to breed you so good. make sure my seed takes."
despite having just come twice, you could feel another orgasm building. it seemed impossible, but the way he was hitting that spot inside you, the way his cock was stretching you, the filthy words falling from his lips. it was all too much.
"ao'nung," you gasped, hardly able to believe it yourself. "i’m going to- i’m going to come again."
"fuck, yes," he groaned. "come for me again. show me how good i make you feel."
your third orgasm built quickly, the pressure coiling tight in your lower belly. when it finally broke, you screamed his name, your entire body shaking with the force of it. your walls clenched around him rhythmically, and you heard him curse behind you.
"that's it, that's my girl," he praised, his voice strained. "feel so fucking good. so perfect. mine. all mine."
he fucked you through it, prolonging your pleasure until you were a trembling, oversensitive mess beneath him. when you finally started to come down, he pulled out, making you whimper at the loss.
"not done with you yet," he said, his voice rough. he gently turned you over onto your back, and you looked up at him with dazed eyes. he looked wild, his hair disheveled, his skin flushed, his eyes blazing with possessive hunger. "want to see your face when i fill you up. want to watch you when i breed you."
he positioned himself between your legs again, hooking them over his shoulders. the position folded you nearly in half, and when he pushed back inside, he went impossibly deep.
you gasped, your hands clutching at his arms.
"look at me," he commanded, and your eyes locked onto his. the intensity in his gaze took your breath away. there was desire, yes, but also something deeper. something almost obsessive. "you’re mine."
"i’m yours," you whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "completely yours, ao’nung."
"and i’m yours," he said, his voice raw with emotion. "forever." he started to move again, slower this time but no less intense. each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting spots that made you see stars. "no one else will ever touch you. no one else will ever have you. you're mine to protect, mine to love, mine to pleasure, mine to breed."
"yes," you breathed, your eyes never leaving his.
his hand slid between your bodies to find your clit again, and you gasped at the sensation. you were so oversensitive that it was bordering pain, but his touch was skilled, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply.
"i know you're sensitive," he murmured, watching your face intently. "but i want you to come one more time. want to feel you come on my cock when i fill you up. can you do that for me?"
you weren't sure if you could, weren't sure if your body could handle another orgasm, but you nodded anyway. "i’ll.. i’ll try," you whimpered.
"that's my good girl," he praised, his fingers moving in slow circles on your clit. "just relax. let me take care of you. let me make you feel good."
his pace was slower now, more controlled, each thrust deep and purposeful. he was taking his time, building your pleasure gradually, letting it wash over you in waves rather than crashing down all at once.
"you're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your face, your body. "so perfect. i don't deserve you."
"yes, you do," you countered, your hands sliding up his arms to his shoulders. "we deserve each other."
something softened in his expression, though the possessive hunger never left his eyes. he leaned down to kiss you, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your toes curl.
when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. "i see you," he said quietly, the words almost lost in the sound of your heavy breathing. "i have been, for so long. watching you from across the village, wanting you, needing you. it’s been driving me crazy."
"i see you too," you whispered, and felt him shudder above you. "always, ao'nung."
his rhythm faltered for a moment, emotion overwhelming him. then he kissed you again, harder this time, more desperate, and his pace increased.
"going to fill you up now," he panted against your lips. "going to breed you properly. make you mine in every way possible."
his fingers on your clit moved faster, and you could feel another orgasm building despite your exhaustion. it’s different this time, slower, deeper, more intense. it built and built, a pressure that seemed to encompass your entire body.
"ao'nung," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "i’m close, i’m so close."
"me too," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "come with me. want to feel your pussy milking my cock, taking every drop of my seed."
the filthy words combined with his skilled fingers pushed you over the edge. your fourth orgasm was different from the others. it rolled through you in waves, deep and intense, making your entire body tremble. you clenched around him rhythmically, and you heard him curse.
"fuck, yes," ao’nung groaned, his control finally breaking. "that’s it, that's perfect. going to.. fuck.. going to cum."
he buried himself as deep as possible with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing inside you as he came. you could feel him filling you, the warmth spreading inside you, and it prolonged your own orgasm, making you shake and whimper beneath him.
"mine," he growled, his hips still moving, working his seed deeper. "all mine. taking my cum so well. going to give you so much. going to make sure it takes."
he continued to thrust shallowly, riding out both of your orgasms, making sure none of his release escaped. when he finally stilled, you were both trembling, covered in sweat, completely spent.
ao'nung carefully lowered your legs from his shoulders, then collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mat in a way that felt comforting rather than crushing. you could feel his heart racing against your chest, matching the rapid pace of your own.
for several long minutes, neither of you spoke. you just lay there, bodies still joined, trying to catch your breath. your hands traced lazy patterns on his back, feeling the flex of muscle beneath sweat-slicked skin.
finally, ao'nung lifted his head to look at you, his hand coming up to brush some hair away from your face. his touch was gentle now, tender, so different from the rough possession of moments before.
"are you okay?" he asked softly, his eyes searching yours with concern. "was i too rough? did i hurt you?"
you shook your head, smiling up at him despite your exhaustion. "i’m perfect," you assured him. "that was.."
relief flooded his expression, and he leaned down to kiss you gently. the kiss was different from all the others. soft, loving, full of unspoken emotion and promise.
"i meant what i said," he murmured against your lips. "i see you."
"i meant it too," you said, reaching up to cup his face. "and i don't want anyone else. only you, ao'nung."
he smiled, and it transformed his entire face. "good," he said, pressing another kiss to your lips. "because i’m never letting you go."
when he finally pulled out, you both winced at the sensitivity. you could feel his release starting to leak out of you, and ao'nung's eyes darkened as he watched.
"don't move," he instructed, his voice taking on that possessive edge again. you watched as he used his fingers to push his cum back inside you, the gesture both practical and deeply territorial. "want to make sure it all stays in. make sure you're properly bred."
you shivered at his words and his touch, still sensitive but not unpleasantly so. when he was satisfied that he'd pushed every drop back inside you, he laid down beside you and pulled you into his arms, arranging you so your head was on his chest.
"you’re incredible," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
hus arms tightened around you, and you felt him press another kiss to your hair. "i meant what i said," he told you quietly. "about you being mine. about wanting to have a future with you. i know we should probably talk about it more seriously when we're not both sex-drunk, but j need you to know that i’m serious. about you and about us."
you tilted your head up to look at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. "i’m serious too," you said softly. "i want all of that with you, ao'nung. everything."
he smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through clouds. he kissed you again, slow and sweet, before pulling back and running his hands over your body, checking for any injuries or sore spots.
"let me take care of you," he said, starting to sit up. "i should clean you up, get you some water-"
you pulled him back down. "in a minute," you said. "just hold me for a minute first."
he settled back down immediately, wrapping you in his arms again. "i can do that," he murmured. "i can hold you for as long as you want."
you smiled against his chest.
ao'nung's hand traced lazy patterns on your back, and you could feel him still watching you, as if he couldn't quite believe you were real, that this had actually happened.
"you're staring," you mumbled, though you didn't mind.
"can't help it," he replied, unashamed. "you’re beautiful. and you're mine. i still can't quite believe it."
you laughed softly. "believe it. you’re stuck with me now."
"good," he said firmly, his arms tightening around you possessively. "that’s exactly where i want you. stuck with me."
you lay there in his arms, feeling his heartbeat beneath your ear and his warmth surrounding you, you couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else.
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⤷ neteyam x fem!metkayina!innocent!sheltered!reader
- an: apologies for how inactive i’ve been lately, i’ve been busy with things outside of writing and will get back to answering and writing for the requests i’ve received soon!! i’ve gotten a handful of neteyam requests which were a big vague so i figured i’d write this, hopefully you guys enjoy!! :)
- cw: not proof read, lower caps intended, smut, aged-up!neteyam, sheltered/innocent reader, first time/loss of virginity, p in v, oral sex, tonowari is low-key the goat, ronal is really overprotective(or controlling), fingering, brief grinding, multiple orgasms, mutual masturbation, masturbation, some sexual innuendos, power dynamic (neteyam is experienced, reader isn’t), a bit angsty at a point (caught), reader is having a sexual awakening/discovery, secret/forbidden relationship, some dirty talk, praise, i forgot to add a tsaheylu scene smh, let me know if i missed out on anything!!
- wc: 17k
- summary: all your life you've been overprotected, sheltered by parents who claim it's a blessing. no boys, no scandal, no sexuality. nothing they deem unsuitable for the chief's daughter. you were content to accept it, until neteyam sully arrived and changed everything.
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you've always known the reef like the back of your hand. every coral formation, every current, every secret place where the water runs deep and quiet. but lately, you've been discovering that there are other secrets too, ones that have nothing to do with the ocean and everything to do with the heat that sometimes pools low in your belly when you're alone at night.
your parents don't know. they can't know. ronal and tonowari, clan leaders, protectors, parents. they've kept you close your whole life. too close. while other girls your age have been allowed to flirt and explore and make mistakes, you've been kept behind invisible walls, watched over like something precious and breakable.
but you're not breakable. and you're tired of being treated like you are.
it started innocently enough. you'd been weaving with some of the other girls a few months ago when the conversation shifted. they thought you weren't listening, or maybe they'd forgotten you were there.. sheltered, naive little thing that you were supposed to be. but you heard everything. the way they talked about the boys, about touches and kisses and the things that happened in the dark. the way their voices dropped to whispers and giggles when they described sensations you'd never experienced but suddenly desperately wanted to understand.
after that, you started paying attention. listening more carefully. your sister tsireya, sometimes let things slip, though she always caught herself and changed the subject when she remembered who she was talking to. but those fragments were enough. enough to make you curious. enough to make you start noticing things.
like the way some couples would disappear during gatherings, returning later with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. like the sounds you sometimes heard at night, drifting across the water from the more distant marui pods. like the way your own body sometimes responded to thoughts you weren't supposed to be having, a warmth and wetness between your thighs that you'd only recently begun to understand.
you'd found one of the older girls' journals once, left carelessly near the shore. you knew you shouldn't have read it, but you did anyway, devouring every detailed entry about her experiences with her mate. the words had made your face burn and your heart race, and you'd touched yourself that night for the first time, inexpertly but desperately, chasing something you didn't quite know how to reach.
your parents would be horrified if they knew. your mother especially. she watches you like a hawk, monitoring who you talk to, where you go, what you do. as if keeping you ignorant will keep you safe. as if you'll stay their little girl forever if they just maintain enough control.
but you're not a little girl anymore, and the rebellion has been building in your chest like a storm surge.
so when the sullys arrive, forest people seeking refuge, seeking uturu, you notice him immediately.
neteyam.
the eldest son, all lean muscle and quiet confidence. he moves differently than the metkayina boys you've grown up with, more angular and precise, like he's always aware of exactly where his body is in space. his skin is darker than yours, his tail thinner, his eyes a shade of gold that seems to catch the light.
and he notices you too.
you feel his gaze during that first gathering, when his family is being introduced to the clan. your father is speaking, your mother beside him, and you're standing where you're supposed to stand. quiet, obedient, decorative. but neteyam's eyes find yours across the crowd, and something passes between you. something electric and unfamiliar and entirely inappropriate given the circumstances.
you look away first, heart hammering, but you can still feel the weight of his attention.
over the next few days, you catch glimpses of him. he's learning the ways of the water with his siblings, struggling with the swimming and breathing techniques that come so naturally to you. you watch from a distance, pretending to be occupied with your own tasks while really observing the way his body moves, the flex of his shoulders, the concentration on his face.
once, he surfaces near where you're sitting on the dock, water streaming down his skin, and his eyes lock onto yours. he smiles, small, almost shy, and you feel that heat again, that curious warmth low in your belly.
"hi," he says, swimming closer.
you should leave. you know you should. your mother has made it abundantly clear that you're not to fraternise with boys, especially not outsiders, especially not without supervision.
but you're so tired of should.
"hi," you reply, and his smile widens.
he opens his mouth to say something else, but then tsireya is calling his name, beckoning him back to the lesson, and the moment breaks. he gives you one last look, something promising in it, something that makes your pulse quicken, before swimming away.
that night, alone in your marui, you think about him. about his smile, his eyes, the water on his skin. your hand slips between your thighs almost without conscious thought, and you imagine what it might be like if he touched you instead. if those strong hands explored your body the way you're exploring it now.
you don't know exactly what you want from him yet. but you know you want something.
the next time you see him, it's early morning. you've slipped away from your marui before your mother wakes, seeking the quiet solitude of the eastern shore where few people venture at this hour. it's your secret place, where you go to think and breathe and pretend you're not constantly under surveillance.
except today, you're not alone.
neteyam is there, sitting on the sand with his knees drawn up, watching the sunrise paint the water in shades of pink and gold. you can see the defined lines of his back, the way his muscles shift as he turns at the sound of your approach.
"oh," you say, freezing. "i didn't know anyone else came here."
"i could say the same." his eyes travel over you, lingering just a moment too long on where your top sits against your chest, before meeting your gaze again. "i like the quiet. it's.. different from back home."
you should leave. this is exactly the kind of situation your mother warned you about: alone with a boy, no witnesses, no chaperone.
but your feet don't move.
"what was it like?" you ask instead, settling onto the sand a careful distance away from him. "the forest?"
he tells you about the trees, about living in the canopy, about a world so different from your ocean home that it might as well be another planet. and as he talks, you find yourself relaxing, drawn in by the warmth in his voice, the way his hands move as he describes things.
"you're a good listener," he says eventually, and there's something in his tone that makes your skin prickle with awareness. "i bet you're good at a lot of things."
the comment feels loaded somehow, though you're not entirely sure why. "i'm good at swimming," you offer. "and weaving. and-"
"i bet you are." he shifts closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his skin. "your sister mentioned you're not usually allowed to talk to people. to boys."
your stomach drops. "tsireya told you that?"
"not exactly. i asked about you. she said your parents are.. protective." his eyes search your face. "why is that?"
shame burns hot in your chest. "they think i need protecting, i guess. that i'm not.. they treat me like i'm younger than i am."
"how old are you?"
you tell him, and something flickers in his expression. surprise, maybe, or interest. "same as me," he says. "but they still keep you locked up like that?"
"i'm not locked up," you protest, even though it feels like a lie. "they just.. worry."
"about what? that you'll do something bad?" his hand moves, fingers brushing against yours in the sand. the touch is light, almost accidental, but it sends electricity racing up your arm. "or that you'll do something good that they don't approve of?"
you don't know how to answer that. your breath feels shallow, your heart racing. his hand is still there, barely touching yours, and you know you should pull away but you don't want to.
"i should go," you whisper. "if someone sees.."
"then come back tomorrow," he says, and it's not quite a question. "early, like this. before anyone else is awake."
you know what you should say. but instead you nod, and the smile he gives you makes that heat bloom low in your belly again.
you do go back. the next morning and the one after that. it becomes a routine, this secret thing, these stolen moments before the rest of the clan wakes. each time, neteyam is already there waiting, and each time he sits a little closer than before.
on the third morning, he asks you to show him how to weave a fishing net properly. his attempts during lessons have been clumsy, all forest-person fingers unused to the specific patterns of reef weaving.
"here," you say, demonstrating the technique. "you have to keep the tension even, see?"
"show me again." he moves behind you, close enough that his chest nearly brushes your back. "i learn better when someone guides me through it."
your hands tremble slightly as you demonstrate again, hyperaware of his proximity, the way his breath ghosts across your shoulder. when he reaches around you to try it himself, his arms bracket yours, and you're effectively caged against him.
"like this?" his voice is low, spoken right next to your ear, and you can feel the vibration of it.
"y-yes," you manage. "that's right."
his hands cover yours, supposedly to feel the motion of the weaving, but his touch lingers longer than necessary. his thumbs brush against your wrists, your palms, and you wonder if he can feel your pulse racing.
"you're a good teacher," he murmurs, and you swear you feel his lips brush against your hair. "very.. patient."
you should move away. this is too close, too intimate, too much like the things you've overheard the other girls giggling about. but your body feels frozen, caught between the guilt of knowing this is wrong and the desperate want for him to keep touching you.
"neteyam," you breathe, and you're not sure if it's a protest or a plea.
"hmm?" his hands slide from yours to your forearms, a slow drag of skin on skin that makes you shiver despite the warm morning air. "am i making you uncomfortable? i can stop."
"no," you say too quickly, and you feel rather than see his smile.
"no?" his hands move higher, to your shoulders now, thumbs pressing gently against the base of your neck. "good. because i like being close to you like this."
your breath catches. no one has ever touched you like this, casual but deliberate, innocent but not. it makes you feel hot and strange and desperately curious about what else his hands might do.
"i like it too," you admit in a whisper, and his grip tightens just slightly.
"yeah?" one hand slides down your arm again, fingers interlacing with yours. "what else do you like?"
the question feels dangerous. you think about the journal you read, about the things you've imagined late at night with your hand between your thighs. "i don't. i'm not sure how to.."
you trail off, embarrassed, but neteyam makes a soft sound of understanding. "that's okay," he says, and there's something almost predatory in his gentleness. "you don't have to know. not yet."
he pulls back then, leaving you cold and aching with the loss of contact. when you turn to look at him, his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and there's a tension in his jaw that suggests he's holding himself back from something.
"same time tomorrow?" he asks, and you nod, unable to form words.
the guilt gets worse as the days pass. your mother comments on how distracted you seem, how you keep disappearing in the mornings. tsireya gives you knowing looks that make your stomach twist with anxiety. you're breaking rules, crossing lines, doing exactly what you've been told your whole life not to do.
but you can't stop.
neteyam is addictive. each morning brings new touches, new comments that make your face burn and your body respond in ways you're still learning to understand.
he compliments you constantly. your hair, your eyes, the way you move through the water. but there's always an edge to it, something heated and wanting that makes the compliments feel like more.
"you're beautiful," he tells you one morning, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. his fingers trail down your neck, your collarbone, stopping just short of where your top begins. "do you know that? has anyone ever told you that?"
you shake your head, breathless. your parents don't speak of such things. beauty is irrelevant, your mother always says. strength and skill are what matter.
"no one?" his thumb brushes across your lower lip, and your mouth parts automatically. "that's a shame. you should hear it every day."
"neteyam.." you don't know what you're asking for, but your body leans into his touch like a plant seeking sunlight.
"do you think about me?" he asks suddenly, and the directness of it makes you gasp. "when you're alone at night, do you think about me?"
you should lie. should deny it. but something in his expression tells you he already knows the answer.
"yes," you whisper, and his eyes flash with satisfaction.
"what do you think about?"
"i.. i can't.. " your face is burning now, shame and arousal mixing into something overwhelming.
"it's okay." his hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking gently. "you don't have to tell me. not yet." that phrase again. not yet. like it's inevitable that eventually you will, that eventually you'll give him everything he's asking for and more.
"i've never.." you start, then stop, unsure how to articulate what you mean. that you've never done this, never felt this, never been allowed to even think about these things properly.
"never what?" he prompts, and there's an intensity in his gaze that makes you feel pinned in place.
"any of it," you admit. "i don't.. my parents don't talk about.. i've only heard things from other girls, and i found this journal once, but i don't really understand-"
you cut yourself off, mortified at how young and stupid you sound. but neteyam's expression doesn't show mockery. instead, something dark and pleased crosses his face.
"you've never been with anyone," he says slowly, like he's savoring the words. "never been touched. never been kissed."
it's not a question, but you shake your head anyway, confirming what he's already figured out.
"fuck," he breathes, and the word makes you flinch, you've rarely heard such language. "that's.. you're really that innocent?"
the way he says it doesn't sound like an insult. it sounds like hunger.
"i'm not stupid," you say defensively. "i know things. i've heard-"
"i know you're not stupid." his hand slides to the back of your neck, grip firm and possessive. "but you are innocent. sheltered. untouched." each word is punctuated by his thumb stroking against your skin. "and that's.. that's really fucking appealing."
you don't understand why that would be appealing, but your body responds to the heat in his voice anyway, that familiar warmth pooling between your legs.
"i want to kiss you," he says bluntly. "i've wanted to since the first time i saw you. can i?"
your heart hammers against your ribs. this is it.. the line that once crossed, can't be uncrossed. if anyone found out, if your parents discovered you'd let a boy kiss you, unsupervised, in secret..
"yes," you breathe, and then his mouth is on yours.
it's nothing like you imagined. it's better and worse and overwhelming. his lips are soft but insistent, moving against yours with a confidence that makes it clear he's done this before. you try to follow his lead, clumsy and uncertain, and when you make a small sound of confusion he pulls back just enough to murmur,
"open your mouth for me."
you do, and then his tongue is sliding against yours, and the sensation makes your whole body light up. you clutch at his shoulders, needing something to anchor you, and he makes a low sound of approval that vibrates through your chest.
his hands are everywhere. your waist, your back, tangling in your hair. one slides down to your hip, pulling you closer until you're nearly in his lap, and you can feel something hard pressing against your thigh that you don't quite understand but that makes him groan into your mouth.
when he finally pulls away, you're both breathing hard. your lips feel swollen, your body hot and aching with want for something you can't name.
"we should stop," he says, but his hands don't leave your body. "if we don't stop now, i'm going to want more."
"more?" your voice comes out shaky.
"so much more." his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with desire. "and you're not ready for that yet."
yet. always yet. like he's planning a future where you will be ready, where he'll take everything you're willing to give and then some.
you should be scared. should pull away and run back to the safety of your parents' watchful eyes.
instead, you lean in and kiss him again, and his answering groan tells you that you've already given him exactly what he wanted.
the weeks blur together, each morning a secret you carry like a pearl hidden in your palm. you've become an expert at slipping away unnoticed, at reading the patterns of your family's sleep, at moving through the village like a ghost in the pre-dawn darkness.
and every morning, neteyam is waiting.
the kissing becomes familiar, then hungry. he teaches you how to use your tongue, how to bite his lower lip gently until he gasps, how to kiss along his jaw and down his neck in ways that make his hands tighten on your waist. you learn the taste of him, the sounds he makes, the way his breathing changes when you do something he particularly likes.
"you're a fast learner," he murmurs one morning, his voice rough as you pull back from kissing his throat. "too fast. you're going to kill me."
"is that bad?" you ask, genuinely uncertain, and he laughs, a low, strained sound.
"no, baby. that's very, very good."
the endearment makes your stomach flip. he's started calling you that recently, and every time he does, it feels like a claim, like he's marking you as his even though no one else can know.
his hands grow bolder as the days, weeks, pass. they slide under the edge of your top, palms hot against your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts until you're squirming against him. he never goes further without asking, always watching your face for signs of discomfort, but each time you nod permission, each time you whisper "yes," he takes a little more.
"can i touch you here?" he asks one morning, fingers hovering over your breast, and when you nod, he cups you gently, thumb circling your nipple through the fabric until it hardens and you make a sound you've never heard yourself make before.
"does that feel good?" his voice is strained, and you can feel him hard against your hip, that mysterious hardness that appears whenever you kiss, whenever you touch.
"yes," you gasp. "yes, it feels.. i don't know, it feels strange but good, i want-"
"what do you want?" he prompts, and you don't have words for it, just this aching need for more, for something, for him to keep touching you and never stop.
another morning, he takes your hand and guides it to his chest, letting you explore the planes of muscle, the ridges of his ribs, the rapid beating of his heart. "you can touch me too," he says. "whenever you want. i want you to."
so you do, growing braver, learning the map of his body. you trace the lines of his shoulders, his arms, the defined muscles of his stomach. and when your hand accidentally brushes against the hard length of him through his loincloth, he makes a sound like he's been punched.
"sorry," you gasp, pulling back, but his hand catches yours.
"don't be sorry." his voice is tight. "that's.. that's normal. it happens when i'm around you. when i touch you. when i even think about you."
"why?" you ask, genuinely curious despite your embarrassment.
he huffs a laugh. "because i want you. because my body wants yours. it's.. it's what happens when a man is attracted to someone."
you think about the journal, about the descriptions you'd read. "oh," you say quietly. "can i.. can i touch it again?"
his eyes go dark. "fuck. yes.. yes, you can touch me."
so you do, tentative, feeling the shape of him through the fabric. he's hot and hard and when you press gently he groans, hips jerking forward into your touch.
"like this?" you ask, and he nods, unable to speak, so you keep touching, exploring, learning what makes him gasp and curse and grip your shoulders like he's drowning.
he stops you before it goes too far, catching your wrist with a shaky hand. "we have to stop," he pants. "i'm too close, and we don't have time for me to explain what happens next."
"next time?" you ask, and his smile is sharp and promising.
"next time."
but in public, you might as well be strangers.
it's torture of a different kind. you see him during the day, during meals, during training, during the communal gatherings and you have to pretend he's nothing to you. just another sully, just another guy learning the ways of the reef.
your mother watches you like a hawk. she's noticed something, you think, some change in you that she can't quite identify but that makes her suspicious. she keeps you closer than ever, assigns you tasks that keep you in sight, asks pointed questions about where you go in the mornings.
"just swimming," you lie, and hate how easily the deception comes now. "i like the quiet."
tsireya knows something is happening. she catches you staring at neteyam during a meal, watches the careful way you avoid each other, and corners you later with knowing eyes.
"you're being stupid," she hisses. "whatever you're doing, mother will find out. she always does."
"i'm not doing anything," you protest, but your sister just shakes her head.
"i've seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no one's watching. and the way you look at him. you're going to get caught, and when you do-"
"i know," you cut her off, because you do know. you know exactly what will happen if your parents discover you've been sneaking around with a boy, kissing him, letting him touch you, touching him back. the thought terrifies you. but not enough to make you stop.
the hardest part is when you pass neteyam in the village and have to pretend he's invisible. when your family eats near his and you can't look at him, can't smile, can't acknowledge the boy who had his tongue in your mouth just hours before. when he's training with the other warriors and you have to avert your eyes from his body, pretend you don't know exactly how his skin tastes, how his muscles feel under your hands.
once, you pass close enough that his hand brushes yours. so quick it could be accidental, but you feel the deliberate press of his fingers, the silent acknowledgment. it takes everything in you not to react, to keep walking like nothing happened, even as your heart races and your skin burns where he touched you.
ao'nung notices too, in his own way. "the sully boy keeps staring at you," he comments one evening, tone casual but eyes sharp. "i should say something to him. remind him that you're off-limits."
"don't," you say too quickly, then force yourself to shrug. "i haven't noticed. and anyway, i'm sure he's just.. looking around. at everything. they're still new here."
your brother doesn't look convinced, but he drops it. still, the comment makes anxiety spike in your chest. if ao'nung has noticed, who else has? how long before someone mentions it to your parents?
you try to be more careful after that. you don't look at neteyam at all in public, keep your expression blank and disinterested whenever he's near. it must work, because your mother's scrutiny eases slightly, her questions becoming less frequent.
but it makes the morning meetings even more intense, charged with all the longing you have to suppress during the day. neteyam kisses you like he's starving, touches you like he's trying to memorise every inch of your skin, whispers things against your mouth that make you dizzy.
"i hate not being able to talk to you," he murmurs one morning, lips trailing down your neck. "hate having to pretend i don't know how you taste, how you sound when i touch you here.. " his hand slides between your legs, pressing against you through your loincloth, and you gasp, hips jerking forward. "hate that i can't tell everyone that you're mine."
"i'm not.. " you start, but he bites gently at your collarbone and the words dissolve into a moan.
"you are," he says with absolute certainty. "you just don't know it yet."
it happens on an ordinary day, without warning.
you're helping your mother prepare the morning meal when your father approaches, neteyam trailing behind him. your heart stops. this is it, someone saw, someone told, you're caught-
but tonowari's expression is calm, even pleased. "daughter," he says, and you force yourself to breathe normally. "neteyam has been making good progress in his training. he's mastered the basics of reef diving, but he still struggles with reading the deeper currents. the ones that run along the outer reef."
you nod slowly, not understanding where this is going, very carefully not looking at neteyam even though you can feel his presence like a brand.
"you have always had a gift for sensing the currents," your father continues. "even better than your sister. i want you to take neteyam to the outer reef today and teach him how to read them properly. how to use them rather than fight against them."
the world tilts. you hear your mother's sharp intake of breath, her immediate protest. "tonowari, i don't think-"
"she will be fine," your father says firmly. "neteyam has proven himself trustworthy. he's respectful, responsible. and this is a necessary skill." he turns to neteyam, expression serious. "you will look after my daughter. keep her safe. yes?"
"yes, sir," neteyam says, voice steady and respectful, and you finally risk a glance at him. his expression is perfectly neutral, the model of a dutiful student, but you can see the tension in his shoulders, the barely suppressed excitement in his eyes.
"i don't know if this is wise," your mother says, looking between you and neteyam with suspicion. "perhaps ao'nung should go as well, or tsireya-"
"they have other duties today," tonowari says. "and our daughter is capable. she's not a child, ronal. she can teach a simple lesson without supervision."
the irony of that statement, that you're old enough to be alone with a boy for lessons but not old enough to choose your own company, is not lost on you. but you don't argue. you just nod, trying to keep your expression neutral even as your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.
"yes, father," you say quietly. "i can teach him."
ronal looks like she wants to argue further, but tonowari has already decided. she settles for giving you a hard look that clearly says behave, then turns back to her work with obvious displeasure.
"go now," your father says. "the morning currents are best for learning. take your time, be thorough. neteyam needs to understand this properly."
"thank you, sir," neteyam says with a small bow, still the picture of respect, and then you're walking toward the water together, in public, in daylight, and it feels surreal.
you don't speak until you're in the water, until you've dove deep enough that no one on shore could possibly hear. even then, you keep swimming, leading him toward the outer reef where the currents run strong and complex, where you'll truly be alone.
when you finally surface in a small sheltered area between two stone formations, neteyam is grinning.
"did that really just happen?" he asks, swimming closer. "your father just gave us permission to be alone together?"
"to teach you about currents," you correct, but you're smiling too, giddy with the impossibility of it. "this is.. this is the first time we've been together during the day. when we're supposed to be."
"i know." he reaches for you under the water, hands finding your waist. "i can actually touch you without worrying about someone seeing. i can-"
he pulls you against him and kisses you, deep and hungry, and it's different in the daylight, more real somehow. you can see him clearly, can watch his expression as he kisses you, can see the desire written plainly on his face.
"we should actually practice," you gasp when he pulls back. "if i don't teach you anything, my father will know something's wrong."
"fine," neteyam agrees, but his hands don't leave your body. "teach me about currents. but first.. " he kisses you again, slower this time, thorough. "i've been wanting to do that all week. do you know how hard it's been, seeing you every day and not being able to touch you?"
"yes," you breathe, because you do know. "it's been torture."
"well, we have all morning now." his smile is wicked. "so teach me, baby. and then maybe.. maybe we can practice some other things too."
the promise in his voice makes heat pool low in your belly. you know you should focus on the lesson, should take this rare opportunity seriously. but with neteyam's hands on your skin and his mouth just inches from yours, all you can think about is how many hours you have until you need to return, and how many ways you can fill that time.
"okay," you whisper. "currents first. and then.. and then we'll see."
his answering grin tells you he knows exactly what "we'll see" means, and that he's been planning for this moment just as much as you have.
the first few days, you do try to teach him properly. you explain how the currents move in patterns, how they shift with the time of day and the position of the sun, how you can feel them against your skin if you stay still enough and pay attention.
"here," you say, taking his hand and pulling him deeper into the sheltered area where the water moves in slow, complex spirals. "close your eyes. feel how the water moves around you. it's not just pushing, it's pulling too, from different directions."
neteyam obeys, eyes falling shut, and you watch his face as he concentrates. he's beautiful like this, relaxed and open, droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes. you force yourself to focus.
"do you feel it?" you ask. "the way it circles?"
"i think so," he says, but his eyes open and find yours. "show me."
so you move behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders. "you have to let your body move with it instead of fighting. like this." you guide him gently, showing him how to shift his weight, how to let the current carry him in the spiral rather than trying to swim against it.
"that's good," you murmur, and then his hands cover yours on his shoulders, holding them there.
"is this part of the lesson?" he asks, voice low, and you know you should pull away but you don't.
"no," you admit.
"good." he turns in your arms, hands sliding to your waist. "because i've been thinking about touching you all morning. all week. every time i see you and can't get close, i think about this. about having you alone."
"we should focus," you say weakly, but you're already leaning into him.
"we will," he promises. "but first.." he kisses you, deep and slow, tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your knees weak. his hands roam your back, your sides, learning the shape of you. when he pulls back, you're both breathing hard. "okay. teach me more."
you try. you really do. you show him how to read the direction of the current by watching the way the smaller fish move, how to use the coral formations as landmarks, how to find the channels where the water runs fastest.
but every lesson becomes an excuse for him to touch you. when you're showing him how to position his body to slip into a current, his hands find your hips, thumbs stroking the bare skin above your loincloth. when you're explaining how to read the water's surface, he stands behind you, chest pressed to your back, breath hot on your neck.
"you're not paying attention," you accuse, but there's no heat in it.
"i am," he insists. "i'm paying attention to you. the way you move in the water, the way you explain things. you're beautiful when you're teaching."
the compliment makes you flush. "neteyam-"
"and i'm learning," he continues, hands sliding up your sides. "i'm learning that you like it when i touch you here.. " his fingers brush the underside of your breast and you gasp. "and that you make this little sound when i kiss your neck.. " he demonstrates, lips finding the sensitive spot below your ear, and sure enough, you whimper. "see? i'm a very attentive student."
"that's not.. that's not what i'm supposed to be teaching you," you manage, but your head is tilting to give him better access.
"no?" his teeth graze your pulse point. "then what should you be teaching me?"
you can't think when he's touching you like this, can't remember what you're supposed to say. "currents," you finally gasp. "navigation. how to.. "
you swallow your moan as his hand slipped between your legs, pressing against you through your loincloth, and the sensation makes your hips jerk forward involuntarily.
"how to what?" he murmurs against your throat, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
"that's not fair," you whimper.
"no," he agrees. "but you like it anyway, don't you?"
you do. eywa help you, you do. you like his hands on you, his mouth on your skin, the way he makes you feel like you're burning from the inside out. you like that he wants you, that he can't seem to keep his hands off you even when he's supposed to be learning.
"yes," you admit, and his pleased hum vibrates against your neck.
"good girl," he says, and the praise makes something warm bloom in your chest. "now teach me something else. and i'll try to behave. for a little while, at least.
by the end of that week, you're more prepared for his distractions. or at least, you think you are.
"today i'm teaching you about breathing," you announce as soon as you reach your sheltered spot. "how to hold your breath longer, how to slow your heartbeat so you use less air."
"it is," you say firmly. "if you want to hunt in deeper water, you need to be able to stay under for longer periods. so pay attention."
"yes, ma'am," he says with mock seriousness, but his eyes are dancing with amusement.
you show him the technique, how to take slow, deep breaths, filling your lungs completely. how to calm your mind and body, letting your heartbeat slow. how to release the air gradually when you finally surface.
"your turn," you say, and he mimics your breathing, chest expanding with each inhale. you try not to stare at the way his muscles move, the water sliding down his skin. "good. now we dive, and you hold it as long as you can. i'll be right beside you."
you dive together, down into the deeper water where the coral grows in fantastic shapes and the fish dart between the formations like living jewels. neteyam stays close, and you can see him concentrating, holding his breath, trying to stay calm.
but then his hand finds yours underwater, fingers lacing through yours, and the simple intimacy of it makes your chest tight for reasons that have nothing to do with breath-holding.
when you finally surface, he's grinning. "how long was that?"
"long enough," you say. "you're getting better."
"i have a good teacher." he pulls you closer, and you don't resist. "what's my reward for being such a dedicated student?"
"reward?" you laugh. "this isn't-"
but he's already kissing you, and you forget what you were going to say. his hands slide up your back, pulling you flush against him, and you can feel every inch of him pressed to you. including the hardness between his legs that you're becoming increasingly familiar with.
"i want to touch you properly," he murmurs against your lips. "not just through your clothes. can i?"
your heart hammers. "here?"
"here," he confirms. "no one can see us. and i want.. i need to feel you. please, baby."
the please undoes you. "okay," you whisper. "okay, yes."
his hands shake slightly as he unties your top, letting it float away. for a moment he just stares, and you fight the urge to cover yourself.
"fuck," he breathes. "you're perfect. can i.. "
"yes," you say before he can finish asking, and then his hands are on your breasts, cupping them, thumbs circling your nipples until they harden into peaks. the sensation is overwhelming, pleasure sparking through you like lightning.
"does this feel good?" he asks, watching your face intently.
"yes," you gasp. "yes, it feels.. "
he leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, and the wet heat of it makes you cry out. your hands fly to his hair, holding him there as he sucks and licks and gently bites. when he switches to the other breast, you're trembling, that strange ache between your legs growing more insistent.
"neteyam," you whimper. "i feel- something's-"
"i know," he soothes, pulling back to kiss you. "i know, baby. your body wants more. do you want me to touch you there too?"
you know what he means. know that this is crossing another line, going further than you've gone before. but you're aching, desperate for something you don't fully understand, and you trust him.
"yes," you breathe. "show me."
his hand slides down your stomach, fingers slipping beneath your loincloth. when he touches you.. really touches you, skin to skin.. you both moan. you because the sensation is so intense it's almost overwhelming, him because of how wet you are.
"eywa," he groans. "you're so wet. do you know what that means?"
you shake your head, unable to form words.
"it means your body is ready. it wants to be touched, wants to be filled. it's natural, it's good." his fingers explore gently, learning the shape of you. "tell me if anything doesn't feel right, okay?"
"okay," you manage, and then he's touching you in a way that makes your vision blur, fingers circling something that sends pleasure shooting through your entire body.
"that's your clit," he explains, voice strained. "it's very sensitive. when i touch it like this- " he demonstrates, and you cry out, hips bucking into his hand. " -it feels good, right?"
"yes," you sob. "yes, don't stop, please don't stop.. "
"i won't," he promises. "i'm going to make you feel so good, baby. just relax and let me.. "
he keeps touching you, fingers moving in steady circles, and the pleasure builds and builds until you think you might die from it. your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, and you're making sounds you've never made before, desperate and needy.
"that's it," neteyam encourages, his other arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady. "you're doing so good. just let it happen, let yourself feel it. "
and then something breaks inside you, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you can't breathe, can't think, can only feel as your body shakes and clenches around nothing. neteyam holds you through it, murmuring praise, keeping his fingers moving until you're whimpering and pushing his hand away because it's too much.
"what.. " you gasp when you can finally speak. "what was that?"
"that," he says, looking extremely pleased with himself, "was an orgasm. did you like it?"
"i.. yes. yes, i liked it." you're still trembling, still trying to process what just happened. "is it always like that?"
"it can be even better," he says, and the promise in his voice makes you shiver. "but we should probably get back to the lesson before someone comes looking for us."
you nod, though your legs feel like the water you’re currently in and you're not sure you can concentrate on anything right now. but you retrieve your top and retie it with shaking hands, trying to compose yourself.
"you're beautiful when you come," neteyam says softly, and the crude word makes you blush even after everything you just did. "i want to see it again. and again. i want to learn every sound you make, every way to touch you that makes you fall apart."
"neteyam," you whisper, overwhelmed.
"but first," he says with a grin, "teach me more about breathing. because i'm going to need excellent breath control for all the things i want to do to you."
by the next week, you can barely focus on teaching at all. your body remembers what neteyam did to you a few days ago, and just being near him makes you ache with want.
he notices, of course. he notices everything about you.
"distracted?" he asks innocently as you try to explain current patterns for the millionth time.
"no," you lie, but you can't meet his eyes.
"liar." he swims closer, backing you up against a coral formation. "you keep looking at me like you want something. what is it?"
"nothing," you insist, but your body betrays you, leaning into him.
"tell me," he coaxes, hands settling on your waist. "what do you want?"
"i want.. " you hesitate, biting your lip, embarrassed. "i want to feel like that again. a few days ago."
"like when i made you come?" he asks bluntly, and you nod, face burning. "you want me to touch you again?"
"yes," you whisper. "but also.. i want to touch you too. you always make me feel good, but i don't.. i haven't done anything for you."
his eyes darken. "yawne, you don't have to.."
"i want to," you interrupt. "you said i could touch you whenever i wanted. i want to now. i want to make you feel good too."
for a moment he just stares at you, breathing hard. then he's kissing you fiercely, desperately, hands tangling in your hair.
"okay," he gasps against your mouth. "okay, yes. do you remember.. in the mornings, when you touched me through my loincloth?"
you nod.
"like that, but.." he takes your hand and guides it beneath the fabric, and then you're touching him directly for the first time, hot and hard and silky-smooth. he groans, hips jerking into your touch. "fuck, yes, like that."
"what do i do?" you ask, fascinated by the way he responds to your touch, the way his breathing changes.
"just.. " he wraps his hand around yours, showing you how to stroke him, the rhythm and pressure he likes. "like this. you can squeeze a little harder, i won't break."
you experiment, learning what makes him gasp, what makes him curse, what makes his eyes roll back. it's intoxicating, having this power over him, watching him come undone from your touch.
"you're so good at this," he pants. "so fucking good, yawne. don't stop, please don't stop-"
you don't. you keep stroking him, faster now, and his hips are moving with your hand, fucking into your fist. he's making sounds you've never heard before, desperate and raw, and then he's grabbing your wrist.
"i'm going to.. if you don't stop, i'm going to come," he warns.
"i want you to," you say, and his control snaps.
he comes with a choked groan, spilling over your hand, his whole body shuddering. you watch in fascination, feeling powerful and desired and wanted.
when he finally catches his breath, he pulls you into a deep kiss. "you're amazing," he murmurs. "perfect. i want.. " he pauses, seeming to struggle with something. "i want to be inside you. properly. i want to make love to you."
your heart races. "is that.. is that allowed?"
"it's not about allowed," he says gently. "it's about what you want. do you want that? to have sex with me?"
you think about it. about how good he makes you feel, how much you trust him, how much you want to be close to him in every way possible.
"yes," you say. "but not- not today. i need to think about it more. and we need to be careful, right? i don't want to get pregnant."
"we'll be careful," he promises. "there are ways. and we don't have to rush. whenever you're ready, yawne. i can wait."
but the way he looks at you, the hunger in his eyes, tells you he doesn't want to wait much longer. and neither do you.
a few days after that interaction, you’re back with another lesson, you're both on edge. the tension between you is thick enough to cut, every touch charged with promise, every look heavy with want.
you try to teach him about navigation, about using the sun and stars and landmarks to find your way. but you keep getting distracted by the way he moves through the water, the flex of his muscles, the memory of how he felt in your hand.
"come here," he says finally, pulling you into a shallow area where you can stand. "i can't concentrate when all i can think about is touching you."
"we're supposed to be learning," you protest weakly.
"we are learning," he counters. "we're learning each other. that's important too."
he kisses you slowly, thoroughly, hands roaming your body with increasing boldness. when he unties your top again, you don't protest. when his hands slide down to remove your loincloth, you help him.
"i want to try something," he murmurs, positioning you against a smooth rock. "trust me?"
"always," you breathe.
he lifts one of your legs, hooking it over his hip, and then he's pressing against you, not inside, but sliding against you, his cock rubbing against your most sensitive places. the sensation makes you gasp, pleasure sparking through you.
"this is called grinding," he explains, voice strained. "it feels good for both of us, but there's no risk. we can do this until you're ready for more."
he moves against you in a steady rhythm, and it does feel good, so good that you're soon moaning, hips moving with his, chasing that feeling he gave you yesterday.
"that's it," he encourages. "move with me. take what you need."
you do, grinding against him shamelessly, and the pleasure builds faster this time. when you come, crying out his name, he follows moments later, groaning into your neck, cum spilling onto your lower stomach.
afterward, you stay pressed together, breathing hard, and you can feel him still hard against you.
but days come and go, and so do the days after that, and the days after that.
neteyam still meets you every morning. still touches you, kisses you, makes you come apart in his arms. but every time you think he's finally going to take that last step, he pulls back.
"not yet," he murmurs against your throat, even as his fingers work between your legs, even as you're begging. "soon, baby. i promise."
"why not now?" you gasp, frustrated and aching. "i'm ready, i want-"
"i know." he kisses you deeply, swallowing your protests. "i know you do. but i want it to be right. i want to take my time with you, make it good for you. not rushed in the water where anyone could come by."
it makes sense, you suppose. but it doesn't make the wanting any easier to bear.
the weeks blur together in a haze of stolen moments and escalating intimacy. he takes you to different spots around the reef, a hidden cave where the water glows with bioluminescent algae, a sheltered lagoon where the sand is soft and white, a cluster of rocks far from the village where the waves crash and hide your sounds.
in the cave, he lays you back on a smooth ledge and puts his mouth on you for the first time, tongue working against your clit until you're sobbing his name, hands fisted in his hair. the sensation is so intense you nearly black out, pleasure crashing over you in waves that seem endless.
"you taste so good," he groans against you, and the crude intimacy of it makes you clench around nothing. "i could do this for hours. just make you come over and over on my tongue."
in the lagoon, you return the favor, taking him in your mouth the way he showed you, learning what makes him curse and thrust and tangle his hands in your hair. the weight of him on your tongue, the salt-musk taste, the way he looks down at you with such desperate hunger, it all makes you feel powerful and desired in a way you've never experienced.
"fuck, yawne," he pants. "you're so good at this. so perfect. i'm going to-"
you don't pull away when he comes, swallowing everything he gives you, and the look on his face afterward is worth the strange taste.
at the rocks, he teaches you how to touch yourself while he watches, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with your fingers. it should feel shameful, exposing yourself like this, but instead it feels freeing. he tells you how beautiful you look, how much he loves watching you pleasure yourself, how hard it makes him to see you fall apart.
"that's it," he encourages as you get close. "let me see you come, yawne. show me."
and you do, crying out as the orgasm rips through you, and he comes moments later with a groan, marking your thigh with his release.
but still, he doesn't take that final step. doesn't push inside you the way you're increasingly desperate for him to do.
you start to wonder if something's wrong with you. if maybe he doesn't actually want you that way, if maybe all of this is just.. what? a game? but that doesn't make sense either, not with the way he looks at you, touches you, the obvious desire in every interaction.
"why won't you?" you finally ask one morning, voice small. you're pressed against him in the shallows, his fingers still inside you from making you come, and you can feel how hard he is against your hip. "do you not want to? is it me?"
"what?" he pulls back, looking genuinely shocked. "no. no, baby, it's not that at all. i want you so much it's driving me crazy. every time i see you during the day and can't touch you, every night when i'm alone.. i think about it constantly. about being inside you, feeling you around me, making you mine completely."
"then why-"
"because once we do that, there's no going back," he says seriously. "right now, if we get caught, we can say it was just kissing, just touching. innocent exploration. but if we have sex? that's different. that's serious. and i don't want to risk you getting in trouble, getting hurt, before i've figured out how to-" he stops, seeming to struggle with something.
"how to what?"
"how to make this real," he admits. "how to court you properly, get your parents' permission, do this the right way instead of sneaking around. i'm trying to figure it out, yawne. i promise. but until then, i don't want to risk making things worse for you."
it's sweet, you suppose. protective. but it doesn't stop the ache between your legs, the growing obsession with having him completely. you think about it constantly now, during meals, during your chores, during the rare times you see him in public and have to pretend he's nothing to you. you imagine what it would feel like, how he would fit inside you, whether it would hurt or feel as good as everything else he does to you.
your mother notices your distraction. of course she does.
"you seem troubled," she says one evening, watching you pick at your food. "is something wrong?"
"no," you lie. "just tired."
but her eyes are sharp, suspicious, and you know she doesn't believe you.
the next morning, you're extra careful leaving the marui. you wait until you're sure both your parents are asleep, move silently through the village, take a longer route to your meeting spot just in case.
neteyam is already there, waiting in the shallows, and the sight of him makes your heart race. he pulls you into his arms immediately, kissing you like he's been starving for it.
"missed you," he murmurs against your lips. "it's only been a day but i missed you."
"missed you too," you breathe, hands already roaming his body, relearning the planes of his chest, the dip of his spine. "want you."
"i know, yawne. come here.."
he lifts you easily, your legs wrapping around his waist, and carries you deeper into the water. his mouth finds your neck, sucking marks you'll have to hide later, and his hands grip your ass, grinding you against him.
you're so lost in the sensation, in the heat of his mouth and the hardness pressed against your core, that you don't hear the splash of someone else entering the water. don't notice anything wrong until neteyam suddenly freezes, his whole body going rigid.
"shit," he breathes, and there's something in his voice. fear, you realise. actual fear.
you turn your head and your heart stops.
your mother is standing in the shallows, maybe twenty feet away, and the expression on her face is beyond fury. it's cold, deadly rage mixed with something that might be vindication.
"mother-" you start, scrambling out of neteyam's arms, but she cuts you off with a sharp gesture.
"silence." her voice is quiet but it cracks like a whip. "you will not speak. you will get out of the water and return to our marui. now."
"but-"
"now!" she snaps, and you flinch. you've never heard her use that tone before, never seen her look at you with such disappointment and anger.
you wade toward shore on shaking legs, and neteyam moves to follow, but your mother rounds on him.
"you will stay away from my daughter," she hisses. "you will not speak to her, will not look at her, will not come near her. do you understand?"
"with respect, tsahìk-" neteyam starts, but she cuts him off.
"you have no respect. you have dishonored my daughter, dishonored my family, dishonored the trust we placed in you when we welcomed your family here. you are forest people, and you do not understand our ways, but you understand enough to know that what you have done is wrong."
"we haven't-" you try to defend him, but your mother's glare silences you.
"i said you will not speak." she grabs your arm, grip tight enough to bruise. "come. we will discuss your behavior at home."
she drags you back through the village, and you're grateful it's still early enough that most people are asleep. the walk of shame is bad enough without an audience.
inside your family's marui, she finally releases you, and you stumble, catching yourself against the wall. your father is awake now, looking confused and concerned.
"what is happening?" he asks, but one look at your mother's face and his expression darkens. "what did you do?"
"i followed her," your mother says, voice tight with anger. "as i have been doing for the past week, because i knew something was wrong. i knew she was sneaking out, lying to us. and tonight i found her in the water with the sully boy. wrapped around him like a-" she stops, seeming to struggle for words. "they were not simply talking, tonowari. they were-"
"we were just kissing," you interrupt desperately. "that's all, i swear-"
"do not lie to me!" your mother shouts, and you flinch back. "i saw how you were touching each other. i saw the marks on your neck. do you think i am stupid? do you think i don't know what happens between young people who sneak away together?"
"ronal-" your father starts, but she rounds on him.
"do not defend her. i warned you this would happen. i told you she was too sheltered, too naive, that she would be easy prey for the first boy who showed her attention. but you insisted she was responsible, that she could be trusted. and look what has happened!"
"i can be trusted," you protest, but your voice sounds weak even to your own ears. "i'm not.. we didn't.."
"you are confined to this marui until i decide otherwise," your mother says coldly. "you will not leave without a chaperone. you will not teach the sully boy anymore. you will not see him, speak to him, or go anywhere near him. is that understood?"
"that's not fair-"
"fair?" she laughs bitterly. "you want to talk about fair? you have brought shame on this family. you have acted like a-" she stops again, and you can see her fighting for control. "you will do as i say. and you.." she turns to your father. "you will speak to jake sully. his son will be disciplined for this."
"ronal, perhaps we should discuss-"
"there is nothing to discuss," she snaps. "i was right. you were wrong. and now we must deal with the consequences of your misplaced trust."
she storms out, leaving you alone with your father. he looks at you for a long moment, and the disappointment in his eyes is somehow worse than your mother's anger.
"did he force you?" he asks quietly. "did he hurt you?"
"no," you say immediately. "no, father, it wasn't like that. i wanted.. " you stop, realising that admitting you wanted it might make things worse.
"you wanted," he repeats slowly. "you wanted to sneak around, to lie to us, to dishonor yourself and our family?"
"i didn't mean to dishonor anyone," you whisper. "i just.. i wanted to know what it felt like. to be wanted. to be touched. is that so wrong?"
"it is wrong when you do it in secret, in shame," he says. "it is wrong when you lie to the people who love you and want to protect you. and it is wrong when you do it with a boy who has not asked permission to court you, who has not proven himself worthy of you."
"he is worthy-"
"that is not for you to decide," your father says firmly. "you are my daughter. you are the tsahìk's daughter. there are expectations, responsibilities. you cannot simply do as you please."
"so i'm just supposed to accept whatever you decide for me?" you ask bitterly. "never have a choice, never have a say in my own life?"
"you have a choice," he says. "but choices have consequences. and you must live with the consequences of yours."
he leaves you alone then, and you sink to the floor, wrapping your arms around yourself. you can hear your parents talking outside, your mother's voice sharp and angry, your father's lower and more measured.
"-told you this would happen-"
"-perhaps if you had not been so strict with her-"
"-my fault? you are blaming me for her disobedience?"
"-not blaming anyone, but we must consider-"
"-nothing to consider. she is confined until i say otherwise. and the sully boy will stay away from her if he knows what is good for him."
you close your eyes, tears finally spilling over. you think about neteyam, about the look on his face when your mother found you. about how he tried to defend you, protect you, even knowing it would make things worse for him.
you think about all the mornings you spent together, all the touches and kisses and whispered promises. about how he said he wanted to make it real, to court you properly. but now that chance is gone, destroyed by your mother's suspicion and your own carelessness.
you should have been more careful. should have varied your routine, should have noticed your mother following you. should have-
but it's too late now. the damage is done.
and you have no idea how to fix it.
the next few days are miserable. your mother assigns your elder cousin as your chaperone, and she takes the job seriously, following you everywhere, watching your every move. you're not allowed to go to the outer reef, not allowed to teach, not allowed anywhere near the sully family's marui.
you catch glimpses of neteyam sometimes, from a distance. he always looks like he wants to approach you, but your cousin’s presence stops him. once, you see him talking to your father, gesturing earnestly, but your father shakes his head and walks away.
your mother is coldly polite to you, speaking only when necessary, and the disappointment in her eyes is constant. she doesn't yell anymore, doesn't lecture. somehow the silence is worse.
on the fourth day, you overhear her talking to your father in their sleeping area. you know you shouldn't listen, but you can't help yourself.
"i told you," she's saying, voice tight with vindication. "i told you she was not ready for such freedom. i told you the forest people would be a bad influence. but you insisted on trusting her, on giving her responsibility she was not mature enough to handle."
"she is young," your father says wearily. "young people make mistakes-"
"this was not a mistake," your mother interrupts. "this was deliberate disobedience. deliberate deception. she looked us in the eyes and lied, day after day, while she was sneaking around with that boy. doing eywa knows what."
"she says they did not-"
"and you believe her?" your mother laughs bitterly. "after everything, you still believe her lies? i saw them, tonowari. i saw how they were touching each other. that was not innocent exploration. that was.." she stops, and you can hear the disgust in her voice. "she has shamed us. shamed herself. and it is your fault for being too lenient, too trusting."
"perhaps if you had not been so strict with her, she would not have felt the need to sneak around," your father says, and you can hear the frustration in his voice now. "perhaps if we had taught her about these things instead of pretending they do not exist, she would have come to us instead of-"
"do not blame me for your failures," your mother snaps. "i protected her. i kept her safe. and you undermined me at every turn, giving her freedom she was not ready for, trusting her when she had not earned that trust. well, now you see the result. are you happy?"
there's a long silence, and then your father sighs. "no. i am not happy. but i do not think more restrictions are the answer either. she is not a child anymore, ronal. we cannot keep her locked away forever."
"i can keep her safe," your mother says coldly. "and i will. whether you support me or not."
you back away from the entrance, heart pounding, tears streaming down your face. your mother blames your father. your father blames your mother. and you.. you're trapped in the middle, paying the price for both their mistakes and your own.
you think about neteyam, wonder if he's in trouble too, if his parents are angry with him. you wonder if he regrets it, regrets you, regrets all the mornings spent together that led to this.
but mostly you just miss him. miss his touch, his voice, the way he made you feel seen and wanted and alive. and you have no idea if you'll ever get that back.
the opportunity comes unexpectedly.
your cousin has been your shadow for fourteen days, fourteen endless, suffocating days of constant supervision. she follows you to the water, to meals, to your weaving, never more than a few feet away.
the only time you’re not supervised is when you’re in your room, but even then, she lingers.
you've caught glimpses of neteyam during this time. brief, torturous moments where your eyes meet across the village and you see the same desperate longing reflected back at you. once, he tried to approach during a communal meal, but your mother intercepted him with a look so cold it could freeze the ocean. you watched him retreat, jaw tight with frustration, and wanted to scream.
you mother hasn't softened. if anything, she's become more rigid, more controlling. she watches you with suspicious eyes, waiting for you to slip up again, to prove her right about your untrustworthiness. your father tries to mediate, but the tension in your family's marui is thick enough to choke on.
you've been good. obedient. you do your chores without complaint, keep your eyes down, don't argue. you're playing the role of the repentant daughter, hoping that eventually they'll ease the restrictions.
but inside, you're screaming. your body aches for neteyam's touch. at night, alone in your sleeping area, you touch yourself and think of him.. his hands, his mouth, the way he made you feel. but it's not the same. nothing is the same without him.
and then, on the fourteenth day, your cousin makes a mistake.
you're at the water's edge, supposedly gathering shells for weaving, your cousin watching from a few feet away. one of her friends calls to her from down the beach, something urgent about a boy she likes, drama you don't care about but that clearly captures your sister's attention.
"stay right here," she orders, already moving toward her friend. "don't move. i’ll be right back."
you nod obediently, and she hurries away, drawn by the promise of gossip. you watch her go, heart pounding. this is it. this is your chance.
you wait until she's deep in conversation, animated and distracted, and then you slip into the water as quietly as possible. you don't swim toward the village or any of the usual spots. instead, you head for the hidden cave, the one with the bioluminescent algae, the one where neteyam first put his mouth on you.
you don't know if he'll be there. you have no way of knowing. but something pulls you toward it anyway, some desperate hope that maybe, somehow, he had the same idea.
the swim feels longer than usual, your heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation. if your cousin notices you're gone, if your mother finds out- but you can't think about that now. you need this. need to see him, touch him, know that what you had was real and not just some dream you've been torturing yourself with.
you surface inside the cave, gasping for breath, and your heart stops.
he’s there.
neteyam is sitting on the ledge where he once laid you back and made you come apart with his tongue, and the moment he sees you, his whole body goes rigid. for a second, neither of you moves. you just stare at each other, hardly daring to believe this is real.
"yawne," he breathes, and then he's in the water, swimming toward you with powerful strokes, and you're swimming toward him, and when you collide it's with enough force to send you both under for a moment.
you surface together, gasping, and then his mouth is on yours and you're kissing him with fourteen days of desperation and longing and need. his hands are everywhere, your face, your hair, your back, like he's trying to confirm you're real, that you're really here.
"i can't believe-" he gasps between kisses. "how did you-"
"my cousin got distracted," you manage, and then you're kissing him again because talking is less important than this, than the feeling of his lips on yours, his body pressed against you. "i don't have long. she’ll notice soon."
"i don't care," he groans, backing you up against the cave wall. "fuck, i’ve missed you so much. every day, seeing you and not being able to touch you, not being able to talk to you.. it's been torture."
"i know," you whimper, hands roaming his chest, his shoulders, relearning the feel of him. "i know, i’ve been going crazy-"
"are you okay?" he pulls back just enough to look at you, hands cupping your face. "did they hurt you? punish you?"
"just.. confined. watched constantly. my mother-" your voice breaks. "she’s so angry. she blames my father for trusting me, blames me for lying. everything is awful and i just- i needed to see you. i needed to know this was real."
"It's real," he says fiercely, kissing you again. "it's so real. i tried to talk to your father, tried to ask permission to court you properly, but he wouldn't even listen. your mother won't let me anywhere near you. i've been trying to figure out how to fix this, how to make it right-"
"I don't care about right," you interrupt, surprising yourself with your vehemence. "i don't care about proper or permission or any of it. i just want you. i want this."
his eyes darken at your words, pupils dilating with desire. "you don't know what you're saying-"
"i do," you insist. "i’ve had two weeks to think about nothing else. two weeks of being treated like a child, like i can't make my own decisions. two weeks of wanting you so badly i can barely breathe. i know exactly what i’m saying."
he curses under his breath, and then he's kissing you again, harder this time, more desperate. his hands slide down your body, relearning your curves, and when he cups your breast through your top you moan into his mouth.
"please," you gasp. "please touch me. i need-"
"i know what you need," he murmurs, already untying your top with practiced fingers. "i know, yawne. i'm going to take care of you."
your top floats away and his hands are on your bare skin, palming your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they harden into peaks. the sensation after so long without his touch is almost overwhelming, pleasure sparking through your entire body.
"neteyam," you whimper, arching into his hands.
"i've thought about this every night," he says, voice rough. "thought about touching you, tasting you. thought about all the things i want to do to you." he leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and you cry out. "did you think about me too?"
"yes," you sob. "every night. i touched myself and thought about you, but it wasn't the same, it wasn't enough-"
"show me." he pulls back, eyes blazing. "show me how you touched yourself."
your face burns but you're too desperate to be embarrassed. you take his hand and guide it between your legs, pressing his fingers against you through your loincloth. "like this," you whisper. "i thought about your hands, your mouth. i thought about.. about more."
"more?" his fingers press harder, circling, and even through the fabric it feels incredible. "what more, yawne? tell me."
"you inside me," you admit, the words tumbling out. "i thought about what it would feel like. i want- i want that. i want you."
he groans like he's in pain, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "you can't say things like that. not when we have limited time, not when-"
"i don't care about time," you interrupt, reaching down to palm him through his loincloth. he’s already hard, hot and thick against your hand, and the feel of him makes you clench with need. "i want you now. please, neteyam. i’ve waited long enough."
"baby.." he starts, but you cut him off with a kiss, pouring all your desperation and longing into it. your hand works him through the fabric, feeling him grow even harder, and when he groans into your mouth you know you're winning.
"please," you whisper against his lips. "i need you. i need this. don’t make me wait anymore."
for a moment he just looks at you, breathing hard, clearly warring with himself. then something in his expression shifts, resolve crumbling in the face of your need and his own.
"okay," he breathes. "okay, yes. but not here. not in the water." he glances toward the ledge. "up there. i want to lay you down properly, take my time with you."
your heart races as he helps you out of the water and onto the smooth stone ledge. thr bioluminescent algae casts everything in a soft blue-green glow, making the moment feel dreamlike, unreal.
neteyam climbs up beside you, water streaming down his body, and for a moment he just looks at you, laid out before him, topless, breathing hard with anticipation.
"you're so beautiful," he murmurs, settling beside you. "i’ve dreamed about this. about having you like this, being able to touch you without rushing, without fear of getting caught."
"we could still get caught," you point out breathlessly, but he shakes his head.
"i don't care anymore," he says. "i don't care about anything except making you feel good. making you mine."
he kisses you again, slow and deep, and his hands begin to roam. he touches you like he's memorising every inch. your face, your neck, your breasts. ye traces the curve of your waist, the flare of your hips, the length of your thighs. every touch makes you burn hotter, need coiling tighter in your belly.
"i want to taste you again," he murmurs against your throat. "want to make you come on my tongue before i have my way with you. can i do that, baby? can i taste you?"
the crude words make you clench, wetness pooling between your legs. "yes," you gasp. "yes, please.."
he works your loincloth off with steady hands, and then you're completely bare before him. the vulnerability should be frightening, but instead it's exhilarating. you watch his face as he looks at you, really looks at you, and the hunger in his eyes makes you feel powerful.
"spread your legs for me," he says, voice rough, and you obey, letting your thighs fall open. "shit. you’re already so wet. is this all for me?"
"yes," you whimper. "always for you."
he settles between your legs, and the first touch of his tongue makes you cry out. after two weeks without this, without him, the sensation is almost too intense. he licks and sucks and circles your clit with devastating precision, and within minutes you're trembling on the edge.
"don't hold back," he murmurs against you. "let me hear you. no one can hear us in here."
so you do. yoy let yourself moan and gasp and cry out his name as he works you higher and higher. when he slides two fingers inside you, curling them just right, you come apart with a scream, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you see stars.
he doesn't stop. he keeps licking, keeps moving his fingers, drawing out your orgasm until you're sobbing and pushing at his head because it's too much.
"too sensitive," you gasp, and he finally pulls back, chin glistening with your wetness. the sight should be embarrassing but instead it's incredibly arousing.
"you taste even better than i remembered," he says, crawling up your body to kiss you. you can taste yourself on his tongue, and it makes you moan out. "i could do that for hours. just make you come over and over until you can't take anymore."
"i want more," you breathe, reaching down to palm him through his loincloth again. "i want you inside me. please, neteyam. i’m ready."
he groans, hips jerking into your touch. "are you sure? we can wait, we can-"
"i don't want to wait," you interrupt. "i want this. i want you. now."
his control visibly snaps. he sits back and unties his loincloth with shaking hands, and then he's bare before you, his cock hard and flushed and bigger than you expected. for a moment, doubt flickers through you. will that even fit? but then he's kissing you again and the doubt dissolves in the heat of your need.
"i’ll go slow," he promises, settling between your legs. "if it hurts, if you want to stop, just tell me. okay?"
"okay," you breathe, and then you feel him, hot and hard, pressing against your entrance.
he pushes forward slightly, just the tip breaching you, and you gasp at the stretch. it’s not painful exactly, but it's intense, foreign, your body trying to adjust to the intrusion.
"breathe," he murmurs, holding himself still. "just breathe, yawne. your body knows what to do."
you try to relax, try to let your body open for him, and after a moment the initial discomfort fades into something else. something that makes you want more.
"okay," you whisper. "okay.. keep going."
he pushes in another inch, and you both groan. the stretch is intense but not painful, and the look on his face, eyes closed, jaw clenched, like he's barely holding onto control, makes you feel powerful.
"you're so tight," he grits out. "so perfect. fuck, baby, you feel incredible."
"more," you gasp, wrapping your legs around his hips, trying to pull him deeper. "i want all of you."
"not yet," he says, voice strained. "need to go slow, need to make sure you're ready-"
but you're tired of slow. tired of waiting, of being careful, of everyone else deciding what you're ready for. so you tilt your hips and pull him deeper with your legs, and suddenly he's sliding all the way inside you in one smooth thrust.
you both cry out. you at the sudden fullness, the burn of being stretched so completely, him at the tight heat of your body clenching around him.
"shit," he gasps, holding himself perfectly still. "yawne.. you can't- i need a minute or i’m going to-"
"don't stop," you whimper, because despite the initial discomfort, it feels good. so good. he’s inside you, filling you completely, and it's everything you've been dreaming about for weeks. "please don't stop."
"i won't," he promises, voice rough. "i won't, baby. i’m going to make you feel so good. i’m going to-"
but whatever he was going to say is cut off by a sound that makes you both freeze.
a voice. distant but getting closer. your cousin, calling your name.
"no," you breathe, panic flooding through you. "no, no, no-"
"shh," neteyam says, but he's already pulling out of you, both of you gasping at the loss. "get dressed. quickly."
you scramble for your clothes with shaking hands, heart pounding. you were so close. so close to finally having what you wanted, and now-
"i have to go," you whisper frantically, retying your loincloth. "if she finds me here, if she sees us together-"
"i know." he helps you with your top, fingers fumbling. "go. i'll wait here, make sure she doesn't see me."
you hesitate, looking at him, still hard, still wanting you, frustration and disappointment clear on his face. "i’m sorry-"
"don't be sorry," he says, pulling you in for one last desperate kiss. "this isn't over. we’ll find another way. i promise."
your cousin’s voice is closer now, sharp with worry and anger. you have to go. but as you slip back into the water, you look back at neteyam one more time.
"i see you," you whisper, the words surprising you even as you say them.
his eyes widen, and then his expression softens into something that makes your chest ache. "i see you too, yawne. now go. before she finds you."
you dive under and swim as fast as you can, heart pounding, body still aching with unfulfilled need. you surface near where you left your cousin, trying to look casual, like you've just been swimming nearby.
she spots you immediately, relief and fury warring on her face. "where were you?" she demands. "i told you to stay put!"
"i just went for a quick swim," you lie, trying to keep your voice steady. "i was right here."
she doesn't look convinced, but she can't prove otherwise. she grabs your arm and starts dragging you back toward the village, lecturing you about obedience and responsibility.
but you barely hear her. all you can think about is neteyam, still in that cave. the way he felt inside you, the way he looked at you, the way he said he saw you.
and the fact that you were interrupted before you could finish what you started.
you have to find a way to see him again. have to find a way to be together properly, without fear of interruption or discovery.
because now that you've had a taste of what it's like to be his completely, you know you'll never be satisfied with anything less.
the opportunity comes three days later, and it's your father who provides it.
he’s been quieter since the incident, caught between your mother's anger and his own guilt over trusting you. but he's also been watching you, the way you move through your days like a ghost, obedient but hollow. you catch him looking at you sometimes with something that might be regret.
it's early morning when he approaches you, voice low so your mother won't hear. "there’s a gathering of healers on one of the outer islands today," he says. "your mother wants to go, and your cousin is needed to help with preparations for the bonding ceremony next week."
your heart starts to race, but you keep your face neutral. "oh?"
"i thought perhaps you could come with me to check the fishing nets in the eastern waters," he continues, not quite meeting your eyes. "it’s time you learned more about providing for the clan. we'll be gone most of the day."
it’s an olive branch. a small gesture of trust, or maybe just pity. either way, you take it.
"i’d like that," you say softly.
your mother protests, of course, but your father is firm. "she needs to learn," he says. "and i’ll be with her the entire time. what trouble can she get into?"
famous last words.
you help him load the canoe, heart pounding with possibility. as you paddle away from the village, you scan the water, the beaches, looking for any sign of neteyam. you don't see him, but somehow you know he's watching. somehow you know he'll understand.
your father takes you to the eastern fishing grounds, shows you how to check the nets, how to repair weak spots in the weaving. he’s patient, thorough, and for a while you actually pay attention, grateful for this moment of normalcy between you.
but then he says something that makes your breath catch.
"there's a small island about a half hour's swim from here," he says, not looking at you. "very secluded. good place to gather certain shells that your mother likes for her healing work." he pauses. "i need to check the deeper nets. that will take me several hours. if you wanted to swim to that island, gather some shells.. i wouldn't notice you were gone."
you stare at him, hardly daring to believe what you're hearing.
he finally meets your eyes, and his expression is complicated. sad, resigned, but also understanding. "i was young once too," he says quietly. "i know what it's like to want something your parents forbid. and i know.." he sighs. "i know that the more we try to keep you from him, the more you'll want him. the more you'll risk to see him."
"father-"
"i don't want to know," he interrupts. "i don't want details. but i also don't want you sneaking around, putting yourself in danger, lying to us constantly. so i'm giving you this. one day. a few hours. and then you come back, and we figure out how to do this properly. how to approach your mother, how to make this right."
tears burn your eyes. "thank you," you whisper.
"the island is due east," he says, turning back to the nets. "you’ll see it, white sand, lots of trees. be back before eclipse. and.." he hesitates. "be careful. please."
you hug him quickly, fiercely, and then you're calling out to you ilu and diving into the water before he can change his mind.
you ride east, heart soaring, and sure enough, there's neteyam, waiting in the shallows of a small, beautiful island that looks like something from a dream. white sand, crystal clear water, lush vegetation providing shade and privacy.
he sees you and his whole face transforms. "how-"
"my father," you gasp, swimming into his arms. "he gave us time. house. we have until eclipse."
"your father?" He looks stunned.
"i’ll explain later," you say, pulling him down for a kiss. "right now i just want you. please. no interruptions this time. just us."
he groans into your mouth, hands already roaming your body. "are you sure? we don't have to rush-"
"i don't want to rush," you interrupt. "i want to take our time. i want everything. i want you to show me everything."
his eyes darken with desire and something deeper, love, tenderness, need. "come on," he says, taking your hand. "i found a spot."
he leads you up the beach to where the trees create a natural shelter, their fronds forming a canopy overhead. he’s laid out some woven mats, made a small space that's private and comfortable and perfect.
"when did you do this?" you ask, touched by the preparation.
"i've been coming here often," he admits. "hoping, waiting. i knew we'd find a way back to each other. i just didn't know when."
you kiss him again, slower this time, savoring it. you have time. you have hours. you don't have to rush.
he seems to have the same realisation because he gentles the kiss, makes it softer, deeper. his hands move over you with deliberate slowness, like he's memorising every curve, every dip and swell of your body.
"i’ve thought about this constantly," he murmurs against your lips. "about having time with you. about being able to touch you without fear, without rushing. about making you feel so good you forget everything else."
"show me," you breathe. "show me everything."
he lays you down on the mats, the woven fibers soft beneath your back, and begins to undress you with careful hands. your top first, then your loincloth, until you're bare beneath him. the sunlight filters through the tree fronds, dappling your skin with light and shadow.
"you're so beautiful," he says, voice rough with emotion. "every time i see you like this, it takes my breath away."
you reach for him, untying his loincloth, wanting him just as bare. when he's finally naked above you, you take a moment to just look. the breadth of his shoulders, the defined muscles of his chest and stomach, the way his cock juts out, hard and ready for you.
"can i touch you?" you ask, suddenly shy despite everything you've already done together.
"yawne, you can do anything you want to me," he says, and there's something vulnerable in his voice that makes your chest ache.
you reach out tentatively, wrapping your hand around him. he’s hot and hard and silky-smooth, and when you stroke him experimentally, he groans and his hips jerk forward.
"like this?" you ask, doing it again.
"yes," he hisses. "yes, just like that."
you explore him with curious hands, learning what makes him gasp, what makes him moan. you trace the length of him, feel the way he pulses in your grip, watch the way his face contorts with pleasure.
"you're going to make me come if you keep doing that," he warns, voice strained.
"is that bad?"
"no, but-" he catches your hand, stilling it. "i want to be inside you when i come. want to feel you around me. can i do that? can i make love to you properly this time?"
the words make you clench with need. "yes," you whisper. "please, yes."
but he doesn't rush. instead, he kisses his way down your body, your neck, your collarbone, your breasts. he takes his time with each nipple, sucking and licking until you're squirming beneath him. then lower, kissing your stomach, your hip bones, the inside of your thighs.
"neteyam," you whimper, knowing where he's headed, wanting it desperately.
"i ant to taste you first," he murmurs. "want to make you come on my tongue before i make love to you. want you relaxed and ready for me."
he settles between your legs and puts his mouth on you, and the pleasure is immediate and intense. he licks and sucks and circles your clit with devastating skill, and you let yourself moan freely, knowing no one can hear you here.
he slides two fingers inside you, curling them just right, and the dual sensation of his mouth and his fingers makes you climb higher and higher. you’re so close, trembling on the edge-
"that's it," he encourages, voice muffled against you. "come for me, yawne. let me feel it."
you shatter with a cry, pleasure washing over you in waves. he works you through it, gentling his movements as you come down, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs.
"so perfect," he murmurs, crawling back up your body. "you taste so good, sound so good when you come. i could do that all day."
"later," you gasp, pulling him down for a kiss. you can taste yourself on his tongue, and it's arousing in a way you didn't expect. "right now i need you inside me. please."
he positions himself between your legs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. "tell me if it hurts," he says, eyes locked on yours. "tell me if you need me to stop or slow down. okay?"
"okay," you breathe.
he pushes forward slowly, so slowly, letting your body adjust to the intrusion. the stretch is intense but not painful, and you breathe through it, trying to relax.
"you're doing so good," he murmurs, holding himself still. "taking me so well. just breathe, yawne. let your body open for me."
he slides in another inch, and you both groan. the feeling of fullness is overwhelming, foreign but not unpleasant. you can feel every inch of him, hot and hard and thick inside you.
"more," you whisper, wrapping your legs around his hips. "i can take more."
"not yet," he says, voice strained. "need to make sure you're ready. need to.. fuck.. need to make this good for you."
but you're tired of slow.
you lock your legs around his hips.
you both cry out as he slides into you. you at the sudden fullness, the burn of being stretched so completely, him at the tight heat of your body clenching around him.
he curses out loud, holding himself perfectly still. "yawne, you can't.. i need a minute or i’m going to come right now."
"it's okay," you whimper, because despite the initial intensity, it feels good. so good. he’s inside you, filling you completely, and it's everything you've been dreaming about. "you feel so good. so big. i feel so full."
"you feel incredible," he groans. "so perfect. like you were made for me."
he starts to move, slow shallow thrusts that let your body adjust to the sensation. each movement sends sparks of pleasure through you, and gradually the slight discomfort fades into pure sensation.
"okay?" he asks, watching your face carefully.
"yes," you gasp. "yes.. it-it’s good. don’t stop." you whine.
he picks up the pace slightly, thrusting deeper, and the angle hits something inside you that makes you see stars. you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders.
"there?" he asks, doing it again. "that feel good?"
"yes!" you sob. "right there, please, just like that.."
he maintains that angle, that rhythm, and you can feel pressure building inside you again. different from when he used his mouth or his fingers. deeper, more intense, like something is coiling tighter and tighter in your core.
"i can feel you getting close," he murmurs, one hand sliding between your bodies to circle your clit. "can feel you clenching around me. you going to come on my cock, baby? gonna let me feel it?"
the combination of sensations, him inside you, hitting that perfect spot, his fingers on your clit, is too much. you come with a scream, your whole body writhing with pleasure, and you feel him groan as your inner walls clench rhythmically around him.
"fuck, that's it," he gasps. "that’s so good, yawne. you feel so good."
he keeps moving through your orgasm, drawing it out until you're sobbing with oversensitivity. then he pulls out, you whimper at the loss.
"turn over," he says, voice rough. "on your hands and knees. want to take you from behind."
you obey with shaking limbs, and when he slides back inside you from this angle, you both moan. he feels even deeper like this, hitting places that make you gasp.
"eywa," you whimper. "that’s.. that's so deep-"
"too much?" he asks, stilling.
"no," you gasp. "no, it’s perfect. move, please move.."
he starts thrusting again, harder this time, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air. one hand grips your hip while the other slides up your spine, into your hair, and the slight pull makes you arch your back.
"so beautiful like this," he groans. "taking me so well. such a good girl for me."
the praise makes you clench around him, and he notices. "you like that?" he asks, thrusting harder. "like being my good girl?"
"yes," you sob. "yes.. your good girl."
"that's right," he almost growls. "mine . this cunt is mine. no one else gets to touch you like this. no one else gets to make you feel like this."
the possessiveness in his voice shouldn't be arousing, but it is. it makes you feel claimed, wanted, cherished. you push back against him, meeting his thrusts, and the pleasure builds again impossibly fast.
"i’m going to come again," you gasp.
"come for me," he commands. "come on my cock again. let me feel it."
you do, moaning into the mats, and this orgasm is even more intense than the last. your whole body shakes with it, and you hear him groan behind you.
"i'm close," he warns. "where do you want me to-"
"inside," you say without thinking. "i want to feel you come inside me."
he makes a sound that's almost pained, and then his thrusts become erratic, desperate. "are you sure? yawne, if i come inside you-"
"i don't care," you sob, and you mean it. "i want all of you. please."
that breaks him. he thrusts deep one last time and you feel him pulse inside you, feel the warmth of his release filling you. he groans your name like a prayer, hips stuttering with aftershocks.
for a long moment, neither of you move. you’re both breathing hard, trembling with the aftermath. then he carefully pulls out and you whimper at the loss, at the feeling of his seed starting to leak out of you.
he gathers you into his arms, rolling you both onto your sides, and holds you close. "that was.." he starts, then seems to lose words.
"perfect," you finish, snuggling into his chest. "that was perfect."
"are you okay?" he asks, pressing kisses to your hair. "did i hurt you? was it too much?"
"it was perfect," you repeat. "i’m perfect. that was everything i wanted."
you lie there together for a while, just breathing, just being. the sun is warm on your skin, the sound of waves gentle in the background. you feel sated, content, and deeply connected to him in a way that goes beyond the physical.
"i love you," he murmurs eventually. "i know i said it before, but i need you to know. this isn't just about sex for me. i love you. i want to be with you properly. i want to court you, bond with you, spend my life with you."
your heart swells. "i love you too," you whisper. "i want all of that. i want everything with you."
"then we'll figure it out," he says firmly. "we’ll talk to your father, convince your mother. whatever it takes. i’m not giving you up."
"good," you say, tilting your head up to kiss him. "because i’m not giving you up either."
the kiss deepens, and you feel him starting to harden again against your thigh. you pull back, surprised. "already?"
he grins, looking slightly sheepish. "i’m young and you're incredibly attractive. and we have hours still. i want to make the most of them."
"… show me more," you say, emboldened by your earlier experiences. "teach me more. i want to know everything."
his eyes darken with renewed desire. "everything?"
"everything."
so he does. he shows you how to ride him, how to control the pace and depth, how to take your pleasure. he shows you how sensitive other parts of your body can be: your neck, your ears, the small of your back. he makes you come with just his fingers, then just his mouth, then with him inside you again.
by the time the sun starts to lower toward the horizon, you're both exhausted and thoroughly satisfied. you've lost count of how many times you've come, how many different ways he's touched you, kissed you, filled you.
you lie tangled together on the mats, skin sticky with sweat and salt and sex, and you've never felt more content.
"we should probably clean up," neteyam says eventually, though he makes no move to let you go. "get back before your father worries."
"i know," you sigh. "i just don't want this to end."
"it’s not ending," he promises. "this is just the beginning. we have the rest of our lives for this."
you swim together in the shallows, washing away the evidence of your afternoon, though you can still feel the pleasant ache between your legs, the slight soreness that reminds you of everything you did.
"will you be okay?" he asks, concerned. "you’re going to be sore."
"i'll be fine," you assure him. "it’s a good kind of sore. a reminder."
he kisses you one last time before you have to leave, slow and deep and full of promise. "i’ll talk to your father tomorrow," he says. "start the formal courtship process. we’re going to do this right."
"okay," you agree. "but neteyam?"
"yeah?"
"even when we do this right, can we still sneak away sometimes? can we still have moments like this?"
he grins. "yawne, once you're mine officially, i’m going to find every excuse to get you alone. you won't be able to get rid of me."
"good," you say, grinning back. "i don't want to."
you swim back to where your father is waiting, and if he notices the glow in your cheeks, the slight change in the way you carry yourself, he doesn't comment. he just helps you into the canoe and paddles you both home as the sun sets.
that night, lying in your sleeping area, you can still feel neteyam inside you, can still hear his voice telling you he loves you. your body aches in the best way, and you fall asleep with a smile on your face.
tomorrow you'll face your mother. tomorrow you'll start the difficult process of making this relationship acceptable to your family.
but tonight, you just let yourself remember every touch, every kiss, every moment of pleasure. tonight, you let yourself be happy.
because you know now, without a doubt, that neteyam is worth fighting for. and you're not giving him up. not for anyone.
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hi!! i hope you guys enjoyed this, as always i appreciate all love shown towards my work, whether that’s liking, commenting or reblogging, thank you so much :)
again i wanna apologise for my inactiveness and i will be going through my inbox soon and try to complete people’s requests! i hope you guys enjoy the rest of your day!! - maya 🪼
Genuinely, the tension? The plot?? The development??? The way it's rough and somehow soft at the same time?!?! I'm genuinely obsessed, compliments to the chief you're cooking
Here's an idea to hopefully inspire another masterpiece :3
Hear me out on Tsu'tey x dreamwalker!sully!reader
Like reader is a scientist who came to Pandora with Jake but because of actual interest and fascination with the Planet. The movie goes on, they get lost in the forest with Jake, get into the Omaticaya clan and reader is either trained by Tsu'tey, Mo'at (if you'd like reader to be a healer) or a mix. They fall in love like she fell first but he fell so hard he died (no he didn't he's alive in my heart)
It would be especially amusing if he's all brooding and dealing with the moral implications of all this (like reader in your Wakula fic) meanwhile reader is just a cheerful idiot (affectionately) who's just happy to be there
Grumpy x sunshine forever
Plus what's the best way to get revenge on someone who seduced your promised mate you weren't actually in love with but still? It's to fuck his sister
(insert Jake making a surprised Pikachu face when he finds out)
If it's possible could you also add the tsaheylu part? Like the war is over and it's just soft and sexy vibes at the same time
If not, it's ok, remember to take care of yourself and drink water :3
- an: OMGG, this is such a good idea, i absolutely love this thank you so much for sending it in!! i appreciate your kind words, i enjoy writing these so i’m glad it’s reciprocated! i hope you don’t mind no mention of the war as it honestly slipped my mind when writing this but i hope you enjoy this and apologies for how long this took for me to write :))
⤷ tsu’tey x fem!dreamwalker!sully!reader
-an: rather long, got a bit carried away! definitely not proof read lol.
- cw: lower caps intended, smut, a tad angsty, slight grumpy x sunshine, tsu’tey is a bit of a pos and uses reader in a revenge plot but it backfires on him, confession/reconciliation, jake interrupts at some point, mating, dom/teasing tsu’tey, dirty talking, possessiveness, restraint, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, size kink, praise kink, oral (f&m recieving), brief fingering, overstimulation, face fucking, orgasm denying, p in v, slight free use elements? slight breath play, squirting. let me know if i missed anything!!
- wc: 24.3k, ish (woops)
- summary: you came to pandora because of your brother, as well as to study its wonders, not to become part of a warrior's revenge scheme. tsu'tey, bitter over losing neytiri to your brother jake, is forced to teach you the ways of the na'vi, but an idea sparks in his head: make you fall for him as payback.
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you had dreamed of pandora long before you ever set foot on its soil.
while jake had come here out of necessity, out of a need for purpose after losing his legs, you had come because every fiber of your being had been screaming for this opportunity since you first learned of the avatar program. xenobotany had been your focus, your obsession, your entire world back on earth. you'd spent years studying what little data had been sent back from pandora, pouring over grainy images of bioluminescent forests, reading and rereading every report about the neural networks that connected the flora and fauna of this moon. while earth had been dying, choking on its own pollution and greed, pandora had been thriving.. a living, breathing testament to what nature could be when left to flourish.
jake used to tease you about it, back before the accident that took his legs. he'd ruffle your hair and call you his nerdy little sister, asking why you cared so much about plants on some moon light years away when there was a whole life to live on earth. but you'd always known. you'd always felt it, deep in your bones, that pandora was where you were meant to be. that studying the interconnected ecosystem of this world wasn't just career ambition.. it was a calling.
when tommy died, everything changed.
your brother, the genius, the one who'd actually been selected for the avatar program, gone in a random act of violence. senseless. brutal. final.
and jake, lost and bitter and looking for anything to give his life meaning again, had agreed to take tommy's place.
the rda didn't care that jake knew nothing about xenobiology or botany or any of the sciences tommy had spent years mastering. they cared that his dna was a match, that tommy's avatar wouldn't go to waste, that they wouldn't lose their investment.
you'd pulled every string you had, called in every favor, leveraged every connection you'd made in the scientific community. if jake was going to pandora, then so were you.
you had the credentials, the knowledge, the passion that jake lacked. grace augustine herself had reviewed your research and approved your addition to the team. you weren't a replacement avatar driver, but you had your own avatar waiting, your own chance to experience pandora the way you'd always dreamed.
the first time you'd linked with your avatar, you'd cried.
not from fear or discomfort, but from the sheer overwhelming joy of it. your avatar body was tall, strong, powerful in ways your human form had never been. but more than that.. it was your ticket to truly experiencing pandora. to walking through those bioluminescent forests, to touching the plants you'd only seen in photographs, to breathing air that didn't taste of recycled filtration systems and human desperation.
grace had taken to you immediately. while jake had been cocky and dismissive of the science, you'd hung on every word she'd said. you'd spent hours in the lab, studying samples, learning the na'vi language with an enthusiasm that made even norm's dedication look casual. you'd memorised plant species, learned to identify animal calls, absorbed every scrap of information about pandora's ecosystem like you were starving for it.
because you were.
earth had nothing left for you. your parents were gone, tommy was gone, and jake.. jake was so lost in his own pain that he barely recognized the world around him anymore. but pandora.. pandora was alive in ways that earth hadn't been for generations.
the forests didn't just grow here.. they communicated, they connected, they formed networks of consciousness that defied everything humanity thought it knew about biology and neuroscience. the animals didn't just survive.. they thrived, they bonded, they lived in harmony with their environment in ways that seemed almost impossible.
and the bioluminescence.. god, the bioluminescence.
the first night you'd spent in your avatar body, walking through the forest after dark, you'd understood what people meant when they talked about religious experiences. every step had triggered a cascade of light beneath your feet, purple and blue and green spreading out in ripples. the plants had glowed at your touch, responding to the pressure of your fingers with bursts of color that seemed to pulse with life. you'd pressed your hand against the trunk of a tree and felt it.. not just the bark beneath your palm, but something deeper. a connection. a presence. like the tree was aware of you, acknowledging you, welcoming you.
you'd laughed with pure delight, spinning in circles as the forest lit up around you, and grace had smiled.. actually smiled.. at your enthusiasm. "you get it," she'd said simply. "you actually get it."
jake didn't get it. not at first. he'd been too focused on learning to walk again, on reveling in having a body that worked, on playing around like his avatar was just a new toy.
you'd tried to share your excitement with him, pointing out the helicoradian that retracted at the slightest touch, explaining the theory about pandora's neural network, showing him the samples you'd collected. but he'd just shrugged, more interested in running and jumping and being physical again.
you couldn't blame him, not really. he'd lost so much. but sometimes you wished he could see pandora the way you did.. not as an escape or a second chance, but as a miracle. a living, breathing miracle that humanity had stumbled upon and immediately started trying to exploit.
the rda wanted unobtanium. you wanted understanding. grace wanted to protect what was here. jake.. you weren't sure what jake wanted, beyond the freedom his avatar body gave him.
everything changed the day you and jake got separated from the group.
it was supposed to be a routine expedition. grace had wanted to collect samples from a region closer to the omaticaya clan's territory, and jake had been assigned to security detail. you'd been so excited, practically vibrating with enthusiasm as you'd catalogued specimens, your fingers gentle as you'd collected samples of plants that might hold medicinal properties. norm had been with you, equally enthusiastic, and even grace had seemed pleased with the data you were gathering.
then jake had to go wandering off.
you'd followed him, of course. he was your brother, and despite his marine training, he didn't know the forest. didn't understand the signs that a palulukan had passed through recently, didn't recognise the warning calls of the prolemuris in the trees. you'd caught up to him just as he'd stumbled into a clearing, and you'd grabbed his arm, hissing at him to be quiet, to pay attention, to stop treating pandora like it was some playground.
he'd ignored you, of course. because jake never listened, not when he thought he knew better.
and then the thanator had appeared, and everything had gone to hell.
you ran.. god, you ran faster than you had ever ran in your life, your avatar body crashing through the undergrowth as the creature's roars echoed behind you. jake had been ahead of you, his marine instincts kicking in, and you'd followed him blindly because there was nothing else to do. the forest had become a blur of green and brown, your heart pounding so hard you'd thought it might burst, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
jake had gone over a waterfall. you'd hesitated for only a second before jumping after him, because he was your brother and you weren't leaving him alone in this forest at night, no matter how terrified you were.
the water had been cold and fast, dragging you downstream, slamming you against rocks. you surfaced gasping, looking frantically for jake, finding him clinging to a rock a few meters away.
you both made it to shore together, exhausted and battered, and collapsed on the bank as the sun began to set.
that was when the forest had come alive with light, and you realised just how far from the link shack you really were.
that was when everything had changed.
that was when you'd first see him.
the viperwolves came with the darkness.
you'd been trying to make a torch, your hands shaking as you worked, your mind racing through everything grace had taught you about pandoran fauna. nantang. pack hunters. six-legged with bioluminescent markings. highly intelligent and extremely dangerous. you'd rattled off the facts to jake like they might protect you somehow, like knowledge could be a weapon against the creatures emerging from the shadows with their panting breaths and gleaming eyes.
"yeah, that's real helpful," jake had muttered, grabbing a branch and setting it alight with the makeshift torch you had managed to create.
there were so many of them. too many. they circled you both, their bodies low to the ground, the bioluminescent patterns along their skin pulsing in the darkness like a heartbeat. you pressed your back against jake's, your own branch held in trembling hands, and tried to remember everything you'd read about their hunting patterns.
they'd test you first, looking for weakness, waiting for one of you to break formation..
the first one lunged and you swung without thinking, the branch connecting with a solid thunk that sent the creature yelping back into the darkness.
the sound made you wince as a pang of guilt hit you.
"i feel bad jake, the poor thing."
you could practically hear his eyes rolling at your words.
adrenaline had flooded your system, your scientific mind still trying to catalog details even as you fought for your life. the way they moved, the coordination of the pack, the intelligence in their eyes.. it was fascinating and terrifying in equal measure.
"they’re trying to eat us al- on your left!" jake had shouted, and you spun, swinging again, your breath coming in harsh gasps.
you were going to die here. you were going to die in this beautiful, bioluminescent forest, and you'd never get to study the neural networks, never get to understand how eywa connected everything, never get to-
an arrow had whistled through the air, striking the nantang that had been about to leap at your throat.
then another. and another. the wolves had scattered, their hunting calls turning to yelps of pain and fear, and you'd stood there frozen, your branch still raised, your heart hammering against your ribs as two figures had dropped from the trees.
na'vi.
you'd seen them in videos, in grace's documentation, but nothing.. nothing had prepared you for seeing them in person. they were tall, impossibly tall, moving with a grace that made your avatar body feel clumsy and awkward in comparison. the first one, a woman, had landed in a crouch, her bow still raised, her golden eyes fierce in the bioluminescent glow of the forest.
but it was the second one who'd stolen your breath.
he was taller than his companion, his shoulders broad and powerful, his body marked with the scars of a warrior. his hair was pulled back in a traditional style you'd seen in grace's notes, adorned with beads that caught the light. but it was his face that had transfixed you.. strong features set in an expression of absolute fury, his eyes blazing as he'd looked at you and jake like you were something he'd found on the bottom of his foot.
he was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen, in a way that was utterly terrifying.
"go away!" the woman had hissed at you both, her english accented but clear. she'd moved toward you with her knife drawn, and you'd stumbled backward, your mind still trying to process what was happening.
the male had said something in na'vi, his voice deep and harsh, and you'd caught enough words to understand the gist.
demons. sky people. leave them.
his body language had been clear even if you'd missed some of the words.. he'd wanted to leave you there, wanted to let the forest deal with you.
"wait.. wait, please," you'd gasped out, and then, struggling with the pronunciation, you'd tried the na'vi greeting grace had taught you. "oel ngati kameie.. i see you. we.. we mean no harm. we are lost."
your accent had been atrocious, you'd known it even as the words left your mouth, but you'd tried. you'd looked at them both with desperation and awe, your hands raised to show you meant no threat.
the male.. tsu'tey, you would later learn his name.. had looked at you like you'd just insulted his entire lineage. he'd said something sharp and angry to the woman, gesturing at you and jake with clear disgust.
but then the atokirina had come.
you'd seen them before, floating through the forest like tiny jellyfish made of light, but never like this. never so many. they'd descended from the trees in a cascade of gentle luminescence, and you'd watched in breathless wonder as they'd begun to land on jake. one on his shoulder. two on his arms. more and more until he'd been covered in them, standing frozen as the seeds of the sacred tree had chosen him.
"jake," you'd whispered. "don't move. these are atokirina.. seeds of the sacred tree. grace said they're a sign from.."
you'd trailed off as you'd felt the lightest touch on your own shoulder. then another on your hand. you'd looked down to see the woodsprites landing on you too, their gentle glow reflecting in your wide eyes, and you'd felt something in your chest crack open. tears had blurred your vision as more and more of them had settled on your skin, your hair, your arms.
it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever experienced.
when you'd looked up, both na'vi had been staring at you and jake with expressions you couldn't quite read. the woman's anger had shifted to something like wonder. the male.. tsu'tey.. had looked torn between awe and fury, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes narrowed.
he'd said something in na'vi, his tone making it clear he still wasn't happy about this development.
"it is a sign from eywa," the woman had said softly, watching as the atokirina had finally lifted from your skin, floating back up into the canopy. "we must take them to hometree."
tsu'tey had argued, his voice sharp and angry, but the woman had cut him off with a look.
you'd caught words here and there.. tsahik, sign, eywa's will.. and through it all, you'd just stood there with tears still streaming down your face, a smile breaking across your features despite the danger you'd just been in.
"this is incredible," you'd breathed, looking around at the forest with wonder. "the atokirina.. i've read about them but to actually experience.. and you.. you're omaticaya, aren't you? your hunting techniques, the way you move through the trees..it's exactly like grace described but so much more."
jake had elbowed you. "maybe read the room," he muttered.
but you couldn't help it. you were standing in front of actual na'vi, in the bioluminescent forest you'd dreamed about for years, covered in the blessing of seeds you'd only seen in grainy videos. even the near death experience couldn't dampen the sheer joy flooding through you.
tsu'tey had been staring at you like you'd grown a second head, his expression caught between confusion and irritation. the woman.. neytiri, she introduced herself.. had simply shaken her head and gestured for you both to follow.
the journey to hometree had been surreal. you'd tried to keep quiet, you really had, but every few minutes something would catch your attention and you'd gasp or stumble or crane your neck to see better. the way the plants lit up at their touch. the calls of animals in the darkness. the glimpse of what might have been a direhorse in the distance. everything was exactly as you'd studied and nothing like you'd imagined, all at once.
tsu'tey had walked behind you and jake, and you'd felt his eyes on you the entire time. when you'd glanced back once, you'd caught him watching you with an expression of deep suspicion, his hand never far from his knife. but there'd been something else there too.. a confusion, like he couldn't quite figure out what to make of you.
you'd given him a small, tentative smile, because even though he clearly hated you, even though he'd wanted to leave you to die, he was still the most magnificent thing you'd ever seen.
he'd looked away immediately, his jaw clenching tighter.
when the hometree had finally come into view, rising up through the forest like something out of a dream, you'd stopped dead in your tracks. your mouth had fallen open, your eyes wide, taking in the massive structure with its spiraling roots and the soft glow of na'vi moving through its branches.
"oh my god," you whispered. "it's real. it's actually real."
behind you, you'd heard tsu'tey make a sound that might have been a scoff or might have been something else entirely. but you hadn't cared. you were here. you were actually here, about to enter a na'vi hometree, about to meet the omaticaya clan.
you'd never been happier in your entire life, even with a furious na'vi warrior watching your every move like he was waiting for you to prove you were the demon he thought you were.
entering the hometree was like stepping into a living cathedral.
the interior glowed with soft bioluminescence, the massive trunk rising up and up until it disappeared into darkness above. na'vi were everywhere.. in the roots, on the spiraling pathways, watching from higher levels.. and the moment you and jake stepped inside, every single one of them stopped what they were doing to stare.
the hostility was immediate and palpable. hisses echoed through the space, and you heard the word "sawtute" spat like a curse. sky people. demons. you'd felt jake tense beside you, his marine training probably screaming at him about how outnumbered you were, how many weapons were suddenly pointed in your direction.
but you.. you couldn't stop looking around with wide, wondering eyes. the way the tree's interior was structured, the hammocks woven between branches, the central fire pit where families gathered, the children peeking out from behind their parents with curious eyes. it was everything grace had described and so much more. you could see the community here, the culture, the life that thrived in harmony with this massive tree.
"i should kill you," a voice had said, and you'd turned to see a na'vi man stepping forward. he was older, his body marked with the scars of countless battles, his presence commanding immediate respect. he'd worn the feathers and adornments of a leader, and even without introduction, you'd known this was eytukan, the olo'eyktan. "your kind has brought only pain to our people."
beside him, a woman had emerged from the shadows, and your breath had caught. she was striking, her presence almost otherworldly, wearing the ornate jewelry and clothing of the tsahik. mo'at. the spiritual leader. you'd read about the role, about how the tsahik interpreted eywa's will, but seeing her in person was something else entirely.
"the atokirina came to them," neytiri had said, her voice respectful but firm. "many seeds. it is a sign, mother."
mo'at had approached you both with slow, deliberate steps, her golden eyes sharp and assessing. she'd circled jake first, reaching out to touch his face, his arms, examining him like he was a specimen. you'd seen jake's discomfort, the way he'd tried not to flinch under her scrutiny.
then she'd turned to you, and you'd felt the full weight of her gaze. she was looking at you.. no, looking into you. seeing something deeper than just your avatar body. when she'd reached out to touch your face, you'd met her eyes steadily, your expression open and earnest.
"why are you here?" she'd asked, her english heavily accented but clear.
"to learn," you answered immediately, your voice soft but fervent. "to understand. pandora is.. your world is the most incredible thing i've ever studied. the neural networks, the way everything connects through eywa, the balance of your ecosystem.. it's beautiful. it's sacred. i just.. i want to understand. i want to learn to see the way you see."
mo'at's eyes had narrowed slightly, her head tilting as she'd studied you.
behind her, you'd heard tsu'tey say something sharp in na'vi, his tone making it clear he thought you were lying, that sky people couldn't be trusted.
but mo'at had held up a hand, silencing him.
she continued her examination, touching your hands, your arms, looking at the way you stood. when she had stepped back, she exchanged a long look with eytukan, some silent communication passing between them.
"it is hard to fill a cup that is already full," mo'at had finally said, looking at jake. "you have much to unlearn." then her gaze had shifted to you. "but you.. your cup is empty. ready to receive."
your heart had leapt with hope, but you tried to keep your expression respectful, waiting.
eytukan had looked like he wanted to argue, but mo'at had spoken again. "we will see if these dreamwalkers can learn our ways. if they can understand what it means to be na'vi."
he turned to tsu'tey and neytiri, his expression grave. "you and neytiri will teach the male. if he can learn to see, to walk as one of the people, then we will know eywa's purpose for bringing them here."
tsu'tey's face had transformed into a mask of barely controlled rage. "no," he'd said flatly, his english rough but understandable. "i will not teach a demon. i will not.."
"you will," eytukan had said, his voice carrying the weight of command. "this is my word."
the look tsu'tey had shot neytiri then had been complicated.. anger and something else, something that looked almost like betrayal.
neytiri had met his gaze steadily, her chin lifted, and you'd seen the tension crackling between them. there was history there, something significant, though you hadn't understood what.
"the female will learn from me," mo'at had announced, and your head had whipped around to stare at her in shock. "she will learn our ways, our healing, our connection to eywa. and.." she'd glanced at tsu'tey, something almost amused in her expression, "she will also train with tsu'tey, to learn our ways of survival. if she is to walk among us, she must know how to move through the forest, how to defend herself."
if possible, tsu'tey had looked even more furious. his hands had clenched into fists at his sides, his jaw so tight you'd thought he might crack his teeth. he said something in rapid na'vi that you'd only caught pieces of..
demon, sawtute..
but you.. felt overwhelmed with gratitude and joy and disbelief that this was actually happening. you stepped forward, pressing your hands together in the gesture of respect you had seen in grace's videos, and tried your best with the na'vi words you'd practiced.
"oel ngati kameie.. i see you. irayo.. thank you. i will.. i will learn. i will listen. i will respect your ways." your pronunciation had been terrible, your grammar probably worse, but you'd meant every word with your entire heart. "it is.. it is the greatest honor. thank you. irayo..."
mo'at had looked at you with something that might have been the tiniest hint of approval. eytukan had simply looked tired, like he was already regretting this decision. neytiri had smiled, just a little.
and tsu'tey.. tsu'tey had stared at you like you were a puzzle he couldn't solve, his expression caught between disgust and utter bewilderment. you'd met his gaze and smiled. your face bright with joy despite his obvious hatred.
he'd looked away sharply, turning his back on you, his shoulders rigid with tension.
that first night, they'd given you and jake a space at the edge of hometree, far from the main living areas. jake had passed out almost immediately, exhausted from the day's events. but you.. you couldn't sleep.
couldn't even close your eyes.
you pulled out the small journal you brought, the one you'd been keeping since before you even left earth, and started writing by the soft bioluminescent light of the tree.
your hand had moved frantically across the page, documenting everything. the structure of hometree, the social dynamics you observed, the way the na'vi moved, the words you learned, the plants you saw on the journey here.
you drew quick sketches of the atokirina, of neytiri's bow, of the patterns you'd seen on the na'vi's skin. you wrote about mo'at's examination, about eytukan's authority, about the way the entire clan had moved as one cohesive unit.
and you wrote about tsu'tey.
about the way he moved like violence and grace combined, about the scars on his body that told stories you wanted to learn, about the fury in his eyes and the confusion that flickered beneath it. about how even his hatred was beautiful, in a way that made your chest ache.
you'd been so absorbed in your writing, a small smile playing at your lips as you worked, that you hadn't noticed the figure watching from the shadows above.
tsu'tey had been unable to sleep, his mind churning with anger at the day's events.
he climbed to one of the higher levels, intending to check the perimeter, to do something useful instead of lying awake thinking about the demons.
but he found himself instead, looking down at where the two sky people had been placed, and he'd seen you there, still awake, bent over something in your lap. even from this distance, he could see the smile on your face, the way your tail swished back and forth with what looked like.. contentment. happiness.
what kind of demon smiled like that? what kind of sky person looked at the people who nearly left them to die and thanked them with tears in their eyes? what kind of dreamwalker sat in a hostile clan's home, surrounded by people who wanted them dead, and looked.. joyful?
he watched you for longer than intended, trying to understand, trying to reconcile what he knew about sky people.. their greed, their destruction, their disrespect for eywa.. with the strange female who looked at the forest like it was sacred, who stumbled over na'vi words with earnest desperation, who smiled at him even when he made his hatred clear.
you were a demon. you had to be. sky people were demons, and demons could not be trusted.
but then why had eywa sent the atokirina? why had so many seeds blessed you, if you were truly the enemy?
tsu'tey had gripped the branch beneath his hands until his knuckles had ached, his jaw clenched tight, watching as you finally closed your journal and laid back, your eyes still open, staring up at the tree above you with wonder written across every feature.
he turned away sharply, forcing himself to move, to patrol, to do anything other than try to understand the impossible contradiction you represented.
tomorrow he would begin teaching the male demon, and you would begin your training as well. tomorrow he would prove that sky people could not learn, could not understand, could not become one of the people.
tomorrow he would prove that your smile meant nothing, that you were just another demon wearing a false face.
he had to believe that.
the first week of training had nearly killed you.
not literally, though there had been a few close calls when you lost your grip on a branch fifty feet up or misjudged a jump between vines.
but your muscles had screamed, your body had been covered in bruises, and you’ve fallen asleep each night the moment you'd disconnected from your avatar, too exhausted to even eat.
and you loved every single second of it.
mornings were spent with mo'at, learning the ways of the tsahik. she'd taken you deep into the forest, teaching you to identify plants by touch, by smell, by the way they responded to your presence.
you learned which leaves could reduce fever, which roots could be ground into paste for wounds, which flowers held properties that could ease pain or induce sleep or strengthen the blood.
but more than that, you learned to listen.
mo'at had pressed your hands against the trunk of a tree and taught you to feel the pulse of eywa flowing through it. she had shown you how to quiet your mind, how to open yourself to the connections that bound all living things together.
"you have a gift," mo'at had said one morning, watching as you correctly identified a plant by its energy alone, your eyes closed, your fingers gentle against its leaves. "you feel what others cannot. eywa speaks, and you listen."
you ducked your head, embarrassed by the praise but glowing with it. "i just.. i want to understand. everything here is so connected, so alive. it's like.. like the whole forest is breathing together."
mo'at had made a sound of approval. learning from her was an honor you would never take for granted, and every piece of knowledge she shared felt like a sacred gift.
afternoons, however, were a completely different story.
tsu'tey had made it abundantly clear that he considered training you to be a waste of his time and an insult to his skills as a warrior. he started with the basics.. how to move through the forest, how to climb, how to maintain your balance on narrow branches.. and you’ve been absolutely terrible at all of it.
where mo'at's lessons felt natural, like you were remembering something you'd always known, tsu'tey's training made you feel like you'd been given a body made of lead and told to fly.
you've fallen more times than you could count, crashed through branches, slipped on moss, misjudged distances, and once.. memorably.. had gotten your foot tangled in a vine and hung upside down for five minutes while tsu'tey had stared at you with an expression of profound disgust.
"you move like a baby," he said, his english rough and sharp. "clumsy. loud. the forest knows you are coming from miles away."
you just laughed, working to untangle yourself. "i've only had this body for a few weeks. give me some grace.." you replied. "how did you learn? were you always this good at climbing or did you fall a lot as a kid?"
he'd made a sound like that of an angry cat and stalked away, leaving you to free yourself.
but you never got discouraged. every time you had fallen, you would get back up with a grin. every time you failed, you'd ask him to show you again. and every single time, you thanked him.. earnestly, profusely, like he was doing you the greatest favor in the world
"thank you, tsu'tey," you would say, your na'vi improving slowly but surely. "you are.. good teacher. patient." you stumble over the words, your grammar atrocious, but your smile had always been genuine.
"i am not patient," he'd snap back. "you are impossible to teach."
"but you keep teaching me anyway," you point out cheerfully. "so that's kind of patient, right?"
he looked at you like you'd grown a second head, his tail lashing with irritation, before turning away sharply.
the questions had started in the second week.
you couldn't help it. everything about the na'vi fascinated you, and tsu'tey.. tsu'tey was a wealth of knowledge that you desperately wanted to access. so you asked. constantly. about everything.
"what does that pattern mean? the one on your shoulder?"
"why do you wear your hair like that? is it a warrior thing?"
"that scar.. the one on your ribs.. what happened? was it a hunt? a battle?"
"how do you know which branches will hold your weight? is it just practice or is there a trick to it?"
"what's that bird called? the one with the blue crest? what does it eat?"
"can you teach me that word? the one you just used? what does it mean?"
at first, he ignored you.
then he would snap at you to be quiet. then, gradually, almost against his will, started answering.
short, curt responses that slowly became longer explanations. you noticed the shift, the way his shoulders would relax slightly when you'd asked about something he was knowledgeable about, the way his voice would lose some of its harsh edge when he'd explain a tradition or a technique.
you started to learn about tsu’tey, that he loved his people, his culture, his world with a fierceness that burned in everything he did.
and when he'd talked about it.. really talked about it, he looked beautiful in a way that made your chest ache.
not that you examined that feeling too closely.
jake's training had been different. you watched sometimes, when your sessions with mo'at ended early, and you'd seen the way jake approached everything like a challenge to be conquered. he'd been cocky, showing off, trying to prove he was strong enough, fast enough, good enough. and neytiri.. neytiri had responded to that with her own challenges, pushing him harder, demanding more.
but you.. you weren't trying to prove anything. you just wanted to learn. wanted to understand. wanted to be worthy of the gift you'd been given.
"you are different from your brother," tsu'tey had said one day, watching as you carefully examined a plant he'd pointed out, your fingers gentle as you felt the texture of its leaves, committing every detail to memory.
"yeah. jake's always been more.. physical. action oriented. i'm more.." you gestured at the plant, "this. learning. understanding. he wants to do things. i want to know things."
tsu'tey had stared at you for a long moment, something shifting in his expression that you couldn't quite read. then he turned away sharply. "come. we practice climbing again. you are still too slow."
you groaned good naturedly but followed, chattering away about something mo'at had taught you that morning, asking if he knew about the neural connections between certain plants, if he'd ever experienced it himself.
he answered, despite himself. he always answered.
the moment that had changed something had come in the third week.
you’ve been following tsu'tey through the forest, actually managing to keep up for once, when you heard it.. a small, distressed sound that had made you stop dead. you turned, searching, and spotted a young ikran caught in a tangle of vines, its wing bent at an awkward angle, its cries high and panicked.
"wait," you called to tsu'tey, already moving toward the creature.
"no," he snapped. "it is not our concern. we must.."
but you ignored him, approaching the ikran slowly, your hands raised, your voice soft. you'd been terrified.. the creature's beak could easily take your hand off.. but you remembered what mo'at had taught you about connecting, about listening.
you pressed your hand gently against the ikran's side, feeling for that pulse of life, that connection to eywa, and you felt it, the pain, the fear.
the ikran had stopped thrashing, its eyes fixed on you, and carefully, you begun untangling the vines, your movements slow and deliberate. when you freed its wing, you checked the joint carefully, relieved to find it strained but not broken.
"you're okay," you'd murmured, stroking its neck. "you're going to be fine. just be more careful, yeah?"
the ikran had made a soft sound, almost grateful, before launching itself back into the air with powerful beats of its wings.
you turned back to find tsu'tey staring at you with an expression you'd never seen before. not quite shock, not quite respect, but something complicated that had made your heart skip.
"mo'at teaches well," he finally said, his voice rough.
you beamed at him. "you both do. i'm learning from the best."
he looked away quickly, but not before you saw something almost like warmth flicker across his face.
after that, something had shifted. tsu'tey had still been gruff, still been demanding, still been quick to point out your mistakes. but there'd been less venom in it. more patience, even if he would never admit it.
he started correcting your na'vi more gently, showing you techniques multiple times without complaint. occasionally.. very occasionally.. offering something that might have been praise.
"better," he'd say when you made a jump cleanly. "you are learning."
and you light up like he'd given you the greatest compliment in the world. "really? thank you, tsu'tey. that means.. a lot. i know i'm not the easiest student."
he would make that frustrated sound in his throat and stalk away, but you noticed his tail wasn't lashing quite as aggressively anymore.
you also started noticing other things. like the way his hands moved when he would demonstrate a technique, strong and sure. the way his voice sounded when he spoke na'vi, flowing and musical. the way his rare smiles.. given to other clan members, never to you.. transformed his entire face.
the way your heart would skip when he'd steady you with a hand on your arm, when he'd move close to correct your grip on a bow, when he'd look at you with those intense golden eyes.
but you pushed those thoughts away. he was your teacher. he made it clear he considered you a demon, a sky person, something to be tolerated at best. the fact that he softened slightly didn't mean anything. it couldn't mean anything.
so you just kept smiling, kept asking questions, kept thanking him for every scrap of knowledge he'd shared. kept being yourself.. enthusiastic, curious, endlessly optimistic even in the face of his gruffness.
you never noticed the way his eyes tracked you when you laughed with other clan members, helped prepare food or weave baskets or play with the children. never noticed the way his jaw would clench when one of the young warriors would smile at you, would offer to show you something, would sit too close during evening meals.
never noticed the way he'd started looking for you in the mornings, the way his day felt wrong if he didn't hear your cheerful greeting, the way he started.. great mother help him.. looking forward to your endless questions.
tsu'tey had realised it one evening, watching you from across the fire as you listened with rapt attention to one of the elders telling a story. your face had been animated, your eyes bright, your whole body leaning forward with interest. you asked questions in your broken na'vi, stumbling over words but trying so hard, and the elder had smiled at you with genuine fondness.
you belonged there, in that moment. not like a sky person trying to infiltrate. not like a demon wearing a false face. but like someone who genuinely cared, who genuinely wanted to understand, who saw the people and not just the culture.
and tsu'tey had felt something in his chest twist painfully, a warmth spreading through him that he immediately tried to crush.
no. no, this was not.. he could not..
you were sawtute. a dreamwalker. the sister of the man who'd stolen neytiri's attention, who'd disrupted everything. you were everything he should hate, everything he'd been taught to despise about sky people.
but you looked up then, catching his gaze across the fire, and you'd smiled.. that bright, genuine smile that you'd given him every day despite his coldness.. and tsu'tey had felt his carefully constructed walls crack just a little bit more.
he looked away sharply, his hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight.
this was a problem. this was a serious problem.
because he was starting to look forward to your presence, to your questions, to the sound of your laughter. he was starting to notice the way you moved, the way you spoke, the genuine joy you took in every small discovery. he was starting to see you not as a demon, but as-
he couldn't finish that thought. wouldn't finish it.
but late that night, lying in his hammock and staring up at the glowing tree above, tsu'tey had admitted to himself what he'd been denying for weeks.
he was falling. slowly, against his will, against every instinct and belief he'd held.. he was falling.
and he hated himself for it.
because this weakness.. this softness growing in his chest. it was exactly what he'd sworn would never happen. not with a sky person. not with a demon in false flesh.
not with jake sully's sister.
tsu'tey's jaw clenched at the thought of the other dreamwalker, his hands tightening on the edge of his hammock until his knuckles went pale. jake sully. the warrior who couldn't even walk in his own body, who stumbled through the forest like a newborn, who disrespected their ways with his ignorance and his arrogance.
jake sully, who neytiri looked at with eyes that had never once softened for tsu'tey in all their years of betrothal.
it wasn't love he felt for neytiri. tsu'tey was honest enough with himself to admit that. it was duty. tradition. respect. she was to be tsahìk, and he was to be olo'eyktan, and their union would have been right. proper. the way things were meant to be, the way things had been arranged since sylwanin died.
he accepted it. been content with it. neytiri was strong, fierce, beautiful, a worthy mate for a warrior. he looked forward to their life together, to leading the people side by side, to the respect and honor their union would bring.
and then jake sully had fallen from the sky and ruined everything.
tsu'tey had seen it happening, day by day. the way neytiri's voice softened when she spoke to jake. the way she laughed at his mistakes instead of scorning them. the way she touched his arm to correct his stance, her hand lingering just a moment too long. the way she looked at him when she thought no one was watching.
the way she had never, not once, looked at tsu'tey.
it burned. not his heart- his pride. his sense of order and rightness. jake sully had come into their world and disrupted everything, taken what was meant to be tsu'tey's, claimed what he had no right to claim. and everyone acted as if it was eywa's will, as if it was meant to be, as if tsu'tey's feelings on the matter were irrelevant.
as if he didn't matter at all.
tsu'tey rolled onto his side, his eyes finding you across the hometree's interior. you were already asleep in your hammock, your face peaceful, your breathing deep and even. even in sleep, there was a slight smile on your lips, as if you were dreaming of something wonderful.
his chest tightened.
and then.. then an idea began to form. dark and petty and beneath him, perhaps, but satisfying in a way that made his blood sing with vindication.
jake sully had taken from him. had disrupted his life, his plans, his future. had waltzed into the omaticaya and claimed what wasn't his to claim, with no regard for tradition or respect or tsu'tey's place.
what if tsu'tey did the same?
what if he took something of jake's?
you were his sister. two halves of the same whole. tsu'tey had heard you speak of it, the connection you shared, how you'd fought to come to pandora together, how you always protected each other.
what would jake sully do if tsu'tey claimed you? if he pursued you, courted you, made you his?
the thought sent a dark thrill through him. it would be perfect revenge. poetic, even. jake would finally understand what it felt like to have someone take what was precious to him, to watch helplessly as his plans and expectations crumbled.
tsu'tey could make you fall for him. it wouldn't even be difficult. you already looked at him with those soft eyes, already sought his attention, already lit up like bioluminescence whenever he gave you even the smallest scrap of approval. you were already halfway there.
all he had to do was let you fall the rest of the way.
his stomach twisted.
because that was the problem, wasn't it? the complication that made this more than simple revenge.
he was falling too.
tsu'tey pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, frustration coursing through him. he couldn't tell anymore where the revenge ended and the real feelings began.
did he want you simply because you were jake's sister, a way to strike back at the man who'd taken his future? or did he want you because of your laugh, your curiosity, your genuine joy in his world?
did he want to pursue you to hurt jake, or because the thought of not pursuing you, of watching you from a distance for the rest of your time here, was becoming unbearable?
maybe it was both. maybe it could be both.
maybe he could have his revenge and his.. whatever this feeling was. maybe he could make jake sully understand loss while also claiming something he genuinely wanted.
the rationalisation felt thin even to him, but tsu'tey clung to it anyway.
he would pursue you. court you properly, the way a warrior should. he would teach you, guide you, let you closer than he’d let anyone in years. he would make you smile that bright smile for him and him alone. he would learn what made you laugh, what made you gasp, what made your eyes go soft and warm.
and if it made jake sully uncomfortable, made him angry, made him feel even a fraction of what tsu'tey had felt watching neytiri slip away.. well. that was just a bonus.
tsu'tey's eyes opened, finding you again in the darkness. you shifted in your sleep, that small smile still on your lips.
his heart did something complicated in his chest.
revenge, he told himself firmly. this was about revenge. about balance. about making jake sully pay for his disrespect.
it had nothing to do with the way you looked at the world with wonder. nothing to do with your kindness to that injured ikran hatchling. nothing to do with the way his name sounded in your voice, accented and careful and sweet.
nothing at all.
the lie tasted bitter, but tsu'tey swallowed it down and began to plan.
you woke with the dawn, as you always did now, your avatar body naturally syncing with the rhythms of the clan. the soft sounds of hometree coming to life surrounded you. quiet voices, the rustle of hammocks, children's laughter already echoing from somewhere below.
you stretched, feeling the pleasant ache in your muscles from yesterday's training. tsu'tey had run you ragged, as usual, but you were getting stronger. faster. you could feel the difference in how your body moved now, more fluid, more confident.
speaking of tsu'tey..
you glanced across the space where his hammock hung, but it was already empty, tied up neatly. he was always up before everyone else, probably already out in the forest or drilling some other poor trainee.
the thought made you smile despite yourself. he was so serious, so dedicated. even when he was being harsh with you, you could see it came from a place of wanting you to survive, to be worthy of the people's trust.
at least, that's what you told yourself. it was better than thinking he just hated you.
after a quick breakfast of fruit and some kind of protein cake that norm had helped you identify as safe for avatars, you headed to the training grounds.
tsu'tey had told you yesterday. well, more like growled at you, to meet him at the clearing past the ikran rookery at dawn.
you were late.
shit.
you picked up your pace, jogging through the forest paths you'd started to memorise. the morning light filtered through the canopy in shafts of gold and green, and even in your rush, you couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of it. pandora at dawn was something else entirely. the bioluminescence fading as the sun rose, the forest coming alive with sound and movement.
you burst into the clearing, breathless, already forming an apology.
"i'm sorry, i know i'm late, i-"
you stopped short.
tsu'tey was there, as expected, but he wasn't scowling. he wasn't even frowning. he was.. was that a smile? not a big one, just a slight curve of his lips, but on tsu'tey's usually stern face, it was startling.
"you are late," he said, but his voice lacked its usual sharp edge. if anything, he sounded almost.. amused?
you blinked at him, confused. "i.. yes. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to-"
"it is fine." he waved a hand dismissively, and you nearly fell over in shock. fine? since when was anything you did fine? "you are still learning our ways. the people do not expect you to be perfect immediately."
who was this person and what had he done with tsu'tey?
"oh," you said, still staring at him. "um. thank you?"
he moved closer, and you noticed he'd already set up for training, targets arranged at various distances, practice weapons laid out on a woven mat, a waterskin hanging from a low branch. he'd.. prepared. for you. that was new.
"we will work on your archery today," tsu'tey said, picking up one of the bows. "your stance has improved, but your release is still too tense. you are thinking too much."
that sounded more like the tsu'tey you knew, at least. critical, pointing out flaws.
but then he stepped closer, much closer than he usually did, and held out the bow to you. when you reached for it, his fingers brushed against yours, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. his skin was warm, slightly rough with calluses.
your breath caught.
"here," he said, his voice lower now, almost soft. "take it. feel the weight of it."
you took the bow, trying to ignore the way your heart had started beating faster. it was just tsu'tey. your teacher. who hated you. or at least strongly disliked you. this was normal. this was fine.
except it didn't feel normal at all.
he moved behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body. na'vi ran hot, you'd learned, their metabolism higher than humans, even higher than avatars. you'd never been quite this aware of it before.
"your stance," he murmured, and then his hands were on your hips.
you nearly dropped the bow.
"widen your feet," he instructed, his hands firm as he guided your hips into position. his palms were large enough to span from your hip bones to the curve of your waist, and you could feel each finger distinctly, pressing into your skin through the thin fabric of your training clothes. "like this. you need a stronger base."
"okay," you managed, your voice coming out embarrassingly breathy.
what was happening? tsu'tey never touched you during training unless absolutely necessary, and even then it was usually a quick correction, a tap on your elbow, a nudge to your shoulder. this was.. this was something else entirely.
his hands slid up from your hips to your waist, adjusting your torso position. "you are too stiff," he said, and you could feel his breath against your ear, warm and steady. "you must be like the trees, strong but flexible. rigid things break."
you were going to break all right. break into a million flustered pieces.
"relax," he said, and one of his hands pressed flat against your stomach, just above your navel. "breathe from here. deep breaths. feel your center."
you tried. you really did. but how were you supposed to relax when tsu'tey was pressed against your back, his hand on your stomach, his voice rumbling through you like distant thunder?
"breathe," he repeated, and there was something almost amused in his tone now. "or do sky people forget how?"
that sparked a little bit of your usual spirit. "i know how to breathe, thank you very much."
you felt more than heard his laugh, a quiet exhale against your ear that made your skin prickle. "then do it."
you took a deliberate breath, deep and steady, and felt his hand rise and fall with your stomach. his thumb brushed against your ribcage, almost absent-mindedly, and you nearly forgot to exhale.
"better," he said, and finally.. finally stepped back.
you could breathe properly again. sort of.
"now," tsu'tey said, moving to stand beside you instead of behind you, "draw the bow. show me your form."
you nocked an arrow with shaking hands, trying to remember everything he'd taught you over the past weeks. feet planted, core engaged, shoulders down, elbow high-
"wait." his hand wrapped around your drawing arm, adjusting the angle. his fingers trailed down from your shoulder to your elbow, then to your wrist, positioning each joint with careful precision. "here. you see? this angle gives you more power, cleaner release."
you nodded, not trusting your voice.
he was still touching you, his hand wrapped around your wrist, and he stepped closer again, his chest nearly brushing your shoulder. "your human body was weaker," he said, and there was something in his voice you couldn't quite identify. "smaller. but this body.."
his hand slid from your wrist down to your forearm, his thumb pressing against the muscle there. "this body is strong. you have trained it well."
was that.. a compliment? from tsu'tey?
you turned your head to look at him, and found him much closer than you'd expected. close enough to see the intricate patterns of his bioluminescent freckles, the flecks of darker gold in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated slightly as he met your gaze.
"you are stronger than you think," he said quietly. "you do not give yourself enough credit."
you stared at him, completely bewildered. "i.. thank you?"
the corner of his mouth quirked up again, that almost-smile that looked so foreign on his face. "you are welcome."
then he stepped back, and you could think again.
"shoot," he instructed, gesturing to the targets.
you did, and maybe it was the adjusted stance, or the way he'd positioned your arm, or just sheer dumb luck, but the arrow flew true and struck near the center of the target.
"yes!" you couldn't help the excited exclamation, turning to tsu'tey with a bright grin. "did you see that?"
"i saw." and he was smiling, actually smiling, not just that tiny quirk of lips but a real smile, small but genuine. "again. show me you can repeat it."
you did. and again. and again. and each time, tsu'tey offered quiet praise or gentle corrections, his hands guiding you, adjusting you, touching you far more than he ever had before.
it was confusing. it was flustering. it was making your head spin.
what had changed? had you finally done something right? proven yourself somehow? you'd been trying so hard for weeks, and he'd been nothing but harsh and critical and distant. and now suddenly he was.. this?
after an hour of archery practice, tsu'tey declared it was time to work on your climbing.
"climbing?" you repeated, looking up at the massive trees surrounding the clearing.
"yes. you are too slow in the trees. if you cannot move through the canopy, you cannot truly move through the forest." he was already walking toward a particularly large tree, its trunk thick and gnarled with age. "come."
you followed, and watched as he began to climb with effortless grace, his movements fluid and sure. he made it look easy, like the tree was made for him to climb.
"your turn," he called down from about twenty feet up.
you eyed the tree dubiously. you've done some climbing, but nothing like what tsu'tey was suggesting. still, you weren't about to back down.
you made it about ten feet before your foot slipped.
strong hands caught you immediately. tsu'tey had dropped down so fast you hadn't even seen him move. one arm wrapped around your waist, the other braced against the tree trunk, and suddenly you were pressed against his chest, your feet dangling.
"careful," he said, and his voice was rough, almost strained. "you must watch your footing."
"sorry," you breathed, acutely aware of every point of contact between your bodies. his arm was solid around your waist, holding you easily, and you could feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back.
"do not apologise. learn." but he didn't let go immediately. instead, he adjusted his grip, his hand splaying across your stomach again. "you are not using your core. you climb with only your arms and legs, but your strength comes from here."
his hand pressed firmly against your abdomen, and you felt your muscles contract instinctively.
"yes," he said, and was that approval in his voice? "like that. you feel it?"
you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.
"good." he finally lowered you back to the ground, but his hands lingered on your waist even after your feet were planted. "again. this time, engage your core. climb from your center, not your limbs."
you tried again, and this time you made it fifteen feet before struggling. tsu'tey climbed up beside you, moving around the trunk with impossible ease.
"here," he said, positioning himself on the branch next to you. "put your foot there- yes. now reach up-no, higher. you have long arms, use them."
you stretched, your fingers just barely catching the branch above.
"good," tsu'tey said, and then his hand was on your thigh, pushing it higher. "this leg, bring it up. you are flexible enough."
his hand was high on your thigh, his fingers pressing into the muscle, and you nearly lost your grip on the branch above.
"tsu'tey-"
"trust me," he said, and guided your leg up to a higher foothold. the position stretched you, opened your hips, and you were suddenly very aware of how exposed you were, how vulnerable this position made you.
and how tsu'tey's eyes had darkened, his gaze traveling down your extended body before snapping back to your face.
"see?" he said, his voice rougher than before. "you are capable of more than you think. you simply need to.. push yourself."
there was something in the way he said it, some undertone you couldn't quite grasp, that made heat pool in your stomach.
this was insane. this was tsu'tey. he didn't even like you.
except.. maybe he did? maybe something had changed?
you made it to the top of the tree with tsu'tey's guidance, his hands steadying you, positioning you, touching you with a familiarity that felt both thrilling and confusing.
when you finally sat on a high branch, breathing hard from the exertion, tsu'tey settled beside you. close beside you. his thigh pressed against yours, warm and solid.
"you did well," he said, and there was unmistakable pride in his voice. "much better than i expected."
"really?" you couldn't keep the hopeful note out of your voice.
he turned to look at you, and his expression was softer than you'd ever seen it. "really. you are learning quickly. adapting. it is.. impressive."
your cheeks heated under his gaze. "i have a good teacher."
something flickered in his eyes, something complicated and intense. "do you think so?"
"of course. you're the best warrior in the clan. everyone says so."
"and what do you say?"
the question caught you off guard. "i.. i think you're amazing. the way you move, the way you fight, the way you understand the forest.. i've never seen anything like it."
his eyes searched your face, and you couldn't read his expression. "you see me clearly, then."
"i try to," you said honestly. "i know i'm just a sky person, just a demon in false flesh, but i want to understand. i want to see the way you see."
you were quoting his words back to him, and you saw recognition flash across his face.
"you are not just anything," he said quietly, and his hand came up to your face, his fingers brushing your cheek so gently you almost thought you'd imagined it. "you are.."
he trailed off, his thumb tracing along your cheekbone. his hand was so large that his palm cupped your jaw, his fingers reaching back to your ear. you'd never felt so small, so delicate, but not in a bad way. in a way that made you feel.. precious.
"i am what?" you whispered.
his eyes dropped to your lips, and your breath caught. was he going to-
"you are learning," he finished, but his voice was strained, and his hand lingered on your face for another long moment before he pulled away. "we should return. you need to eat, rest. we will train again tomorrow."
"oh. okay." you couldn't hide your disappointment, though you weren't even sure what you were disappointed about.
the climb down was easier, with tsu'tey guiding you, his hands steadying you at every step. when you reached the ground, you turned to him, trying to understand what had just happened.
"tsu'tey.. is everything okay? you seem.. different today."
his expression shuttered slightly, but not in the cold way it usually did. "different how?"
"i don't know. nicer? not that you're usually not nice, just-" you fumbled for words, feeling your cheeks heat. "you're just.. you're being really helpful today. and patient. and.. close."
something that might have been amusement crossed his face. "is this bad? would you prefer i go back to being harsh with you?"
"no!" you said quickly. "no, i just.. i'm trying to figure out what changed. did i do something right? finally prove myself somehow?"
he studied you for a long moment, and you couldn't decipher the look in his eyes. "you are proving yourself every day," he said finally. "perhaps i am simply.. beginning to see it."
your heart soared. "really?"
"really." he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your neck. "you are not what i expected, little dreamwalker."
the nickname should have annoyed you. it was diminutive, almost condescending, but the way he said it, low and almost affectionate, made your stomach flip.
"is that good or bad?" you asked.
his thumb brushed against your pulse point, and you knew he could feel how fast your heart was racing. "i have not decided yet."
then he stepped back, and you immediately missed his warmth.
"go," he said, gesturing back toward hometree. "eat. rest. tomorrow we will work on your knife work."
knife work. which would probably involve even more touching, more closeness, more of tsu'tey's hands on your body guiding you.
you were going to lose your mind.
"okay," you managed. "tomorrow. i'll be on time, i promise."
that almost-smile again. "i know you will."
you walked back to hometree in a daze, your mind spinning. what had just happened? tsu'tey had been.. sweet. attentive. almost flirtatious, if you were reading it right, which you probably weren't because why would tsu'tey flirt with you?
but his hands on your body, the way he'd looked at you, the gentleness in his voice..
you touched your cheek where his fingers had been, feeling the ghost of his touch.
something had definitely changed. you just had no idea what, or why, or what it meant.
but tomorrow you'd train with him again. and maybe, just maybe, you'd figure it out.
the thought made you smile as you climbed back up into hometree, your body still humming with awareness, your skin still tingling where he'd touched you.
tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.
the weeks that followed blurred together in a haze of training, touching, and confusion.
tsu'tey's behavior didn't revert. if anything, it intensified, becoming bolder with each passing day until you felt like you were constantly off-balance, never quite sure what was happening but unable to stop thinking about it.
about him.
the knife work lesson had been exactly as overwhelming as you anticipated. tsu'tey had stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back, his arms bracketing yours as he guided your hands through the proper grip, the correct angle of attack, the way to twist the blade for maximum damage.
"you must be close to your enemy," he'd murmured against your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "close enough to smell their fear. close enough to feel their heartbeat against yours before you strike."
his hand had splayed across your stomach, pulling you back more firmly against him. "feel my heartbeat," he instructed. "it is steady. calm. you must learn this control."
you were able to feel it, the strong, rhythmic thump against your back. your own heart had been racing, erratic, and you were certain he could feel it too.
"your heart runs like a prey animal," he observed, and you felt his lips curve into a smile against your ear. "why is that, little dreamwalker? are you afraid of me?"
"no," you managed, though your voice had been shaky. "i'm not afraid."
"no?" his hand had pressed more firmly against your stomach, his thumb brushing just below your ribcage. "then why does your body tremble?"
you had no answer for that. or rather, you had an answer but couldn't possibly say it out loud.
by the end of the second week, tsu'tey had started incorporating what he called "forest sense training" into your lessons.
"you rely too much on your eyes," he told you, leading you deep into the forest to a place where the canopy was so thick that even midday felt like dusk. "the forest speaks in many ways. you must learn to listen with all of yourself."
he produced a strip of cloth, soft, woven from some plant fiber you didn't recognize. "i will blindfold you. you will learn to sense what is around you."
"blindfold me?" you repeated nervously. "tsu'tey, i don't think-"
"do you trust me?" he asked, and the question had felt loaded somehow, weighted with more meaning than it should have.
"yes," you answered honestly, because despite everything, despite his initial coldness, despite not understanding what was happening between you, you did trust him.
"good." he'd moved behind you, and you felt the cloth settle over your eyes, his fingers brushing your temples as he tied it securely. "now. tell me what you sense."
in the darkness, every other sense had sharpened. you heard the rustle of leaves, the distant call of a bird, the whisper of wind through the trees. you smelled the rich earth, the sweet scent of some night-blooming flower, and underneath it all, tsu'tey's scent, something warm and masculine that made your head spin.
"good," he'd murmured, and you felt him move. his footsteps were nearly silent, but you tracked them by sound, by the displacement of air, by some instinct you hadn't known you possessed.
"where am i?" he'd asked, his voice coming from your left.
you pointed, and heard his approving hum.
"again."
he moved, and you followed, turning to face where you sensed him. this time, you felt the warmth of his body before you'd heard him, some awareness prickling across your skin.
"very good," he'd said, and his voice had been directly in front of you, close enough that you felt his breath on your face. "you are learning. your avatar body knows things your human mind has not yet accepted."
his hands had settled on your shoulders, warm and grounding. "now. i want you to find my heartbeat."
"what?"
"place your hand on my chest. find my heartbeat without your eyes."
your hands had trembled as you reached out, feeling blindly until your palms had met the solid warmth of his chest. his skin had been smooth under your touch, and you felt the firm muscle beneath, the rise and fall of his breathing.
"lower," he'd instructed, his voice rougher now. "here."
he guided your hand down, pressing it flat against his chest where you could feel the strong, steady rhythm of his heart. it had been beating faster than you'd expected, not quite as calm as he pretended during the knife lesson.
"do you feel it?" he'd asked.
"yes," you'd whispered.
"good. now. i will find yours."
before you could process what he meant, his hand had been on your chest, his palm settling over your heart with a confidence that had stolen your breath. his hand had been so large that his fingers had spanned from your collarbone to the swell of your breast, and you felt the heat of his touch like a brand.
"your heart runs fast," he observed, his thumb brushing against your skin. "like a small bird. so quick, so fragile."
"i'm not fragile," you protested weakly.
"no," he agreed, and his other hand had come up to cup your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. "no, you are stronger than you appear. but still.. delicate. breakable."
his hand had still been on your chest, and you felt your heart hammering against his palm. there had been no way to hide your reaction to him, no way to pretend his touch didn't affect you.
"tsu'tey.." you breathed, not even sure what you were asking for.
he was silent for a long moment, his hand still on your heart, his thumb still tracing your face. then he stepped back, and you felt the loss of his warmth like a physical ache.
"enough for today," he'd said, his voice strained. "you have done well."
when he'd removed the blindfold, you'd blinked in the dim light, trying to read his expression. but his face had been carefully neutral, giving nothing away.
by the third week, you started to notice things that made your confusion deepen into something more complicated, something that felt dangerously close to hope.
tsu'tey sought you out. not just for training, but other times too. he'd appear at meals, settling beside you with his own food, his thigh pressing against yours as he ate. he'd find you when you were studying na'vi with the children, watching from a distance with an expression you couldn't decipher.
once, you had been helping some of the clan members repair fishing nets, tedious work that required patience and careful fingers. you'd been concentrating so hard on the intricate knots that you hadn't noticed tsu'tey's approach until his shadow had fallen over you.
"you are doing it wrong," he'd said, but there had been no heat in the criticism.
"i am?" you'd looked down at your work, frowning. it had looked right to you.
"here." he settled behind you, a position that was becoming dangerously familiar, and reached around to take your hands in his. "the knot must be tighter. like this."
his hands had engulfed yours, guiding your fingers through the proper movements. but the lesson had gone on far longer than necessary, his hands lingering, his chest warm against your back.
"you have clever hands," he murmured, and you felt his breath stir your hair. "quick and nimble. good for delicate work."
one of the older women had been watching with barely concealed amusement, and when tsu'tey had finally left, she leaned over with a knowing smile.
"the warrior watches you," she said in simple na'vi that you could understand. "he sees you."
your face had burned. "he's just.. he's my teacher. he's making sure i learn properly."
her laugh had been warm and rich. "if you say so, child. if you say so."
but it had planted a seed of possibility in your mind that you couldn't uproot. did tsu'tey see you as more than just a student? more than just jake's sister, the dreamwalker he's been forced to tolerate?
the thought had been intoxicating and terrifying in equal measure.
it was during the third week that tsu'tey had started touching your tail.
you'd been walking through the forest, following him to some new training location, when you felt a gentle tug. you yelped in surprise, spinning around to find tsu'tey holding the end of your tail, examining it with apparent fascination.
"tsu'tey! what are you-"
"your tail," he'd said, running his fingers along its length in a way that had sent shivers up your spine. "it moves differently than ours. more.. expressive."
"does it?" you'd tried to pull it away, but his grip had been firm, not painful but unyielding.
"yes. it shows your emotions plainly. see? now it is trying to escape me. you are embarrassed."
"i'm not-" but you had been, your face heating as he continued to examine your tail like it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.
"the tuft at the end is softer than ours," he observed, his fingers stroking through the hair there. "like your hair. everything about you is softer."
the way he said it hadn't sounded like an insult. it had sounded almost.. appreciative.
"is that bad?" you asked.
his eyes had met yours, intense and unreadable. "no. it is.. different. not bad."
from then on, he'd seemed to find excuses to touch your tail. adjusting it when you sat, moving it aside when it was "in the way," running his fingers through the tuft absently while he explained something. each touch had sent sparks of sensation through you, the tail was more sensitive than you'd realised, connected to your spine in a way that made every brush of his fingers feel intimate.
you'd started to wonder if he knew. if he understood what his touches did to you.
"your hair is a mess," tsu'tey had announced one evening, appearing beside you as you sat by one of the fires.
you reached up self-consciously. your hair had gotten longer in the weeks since you'd arrived, and you'd been tying it back in a simple braid to keep it out of your way. "is it? i thought-"
"come." he gestured for you to follow him to a quieter spot, away from the main gathering.
when you settled on the ground, he positioned himself behind you and begun to undo your braid. his fingers had worked through your hair with surprising gentleness, careful not to pull.
"what are you doing?" you asked, your voice coming out breathier than intended.
"fixing it. you cannot walk around looking like you have been dragged through the forest."
"i didn't think you cared about my appearance."
his hands had paused for just a moment. "i care that you represent yourself well. you are learning our ways. you should look the part."
he sectioned your hair with practiced ease, his fingers brushing against your scalp, your neck, your ears. the sensation had been almost unbearably intimate, and you found yourself fighting the urge to lean back into his touch.
"how do you know how to braid hair?" you asked, desperate for distraction.
"i used to braid for the children, something i picked up." he replied.
“that’s so sweet.” you said, almost a little surprised.
he hummed, his fingers had continued their work, weaving your hair into a complex pattern that you couldn't see but could feel. he'd woven in small beads, feathers, things that clicked softly together.
"there," he'd said finally. "better."
you reached up to feel the intricate braids, amazed at the detail. "tsu'tey, this is beautiful. thank you."
"it suits you." his hands had lingered on your shoulders, and you felt his breath against your neck. "you are.. you are becoming more na'vi. less like a dreamwalker. more like one of the people."
you turned to look at him, and found his face closer than expected. "is that good?"
"yes," he'd said quietly, his eyes searching yours. "it is good."
from then on, he braided your hair regularly. it had become a ritual. every few days, he'd find you and gesture for you to sit, and his hands would work through your hair with that same careful gentleness. sometimes he'd talk while he worked, telling you stories of the clan, of hunts, of the forest. sometimes he'd be silent, and you'd just sit there feeling his hands in your hair, your heart aching with feelings you didn't know how to name.
by the fourth week, you forced to admit to yourself what was happening.
you were falling for tsu'tey.
it was a terrible, wonderful, confusing realisation. he was your teacher. he was na'vi and you were a dreamwalker. he’d been promised to neytiri before jake had-
you tried not to think about that. about jake and neytiri, about how tsu'tey must feel about losing her. was that why he was being kind to you now? some sort of.. you didn't know. compensation? pity?
the thought had made your stomach turn.
but then he'd do something that made you forget your doubts. like the time you'd been climbing and actually fell, not just slipped, but lost your grip entirely. you had a split second of terror before strong arms had caught you, and you found yourself cradled against tsu'tey's chest, his arms locked around you.
"i have you," he'd said, his voice rough. "i will not let you fall."
you looked up at him, and the expression on his face had stolen your breath. there had been something fierce there, something possessive, something that looked almost like fear.
"i'm okay." you muttered.
"you could have been hurt." his arms had tightened around you. "you must be more careful."
"i will. i promise."
but he hadn't put you down. instead, he adjusted his grip, one arm under your knees and one around your back, and carried you down the tree like you weighed nothing.
"i can walk," you protested weakly.
"i know. but i will carry you."
and he had, all the way back to hometree, ignoring the curious looks from other clan members. when he finally set you down, his hands had lingered on your waist, and he looked at you with such intensity that you forgot how to breathe.
"be more careful," he repeated. "i cannot always be there to catch you."
but the way he said it had sounded like a lie. like he would always be there, like he'd make sure of it.
another time, he'd been teaching you to track, showing you how to read signs in the forest. broken twigs, disturbed earth, the scent markers animals left behind.
"here," he'd said, crouching beside a tree. "smell this."
you leaned in, trying to detect whatever he was indicating, but you smelled nothing unusual.
"i don't-"
"closer." his hand had come to the back of your head, guiding you nearer to the bark. "breathe deep. let the forest speak to you."
you inhaled, and finally caught it, a musky, sharp scent that was definitely animal.
"yes," tsu'tey had said, pleased. "you smell it now. a hexapede, male, marking his territory."
you straightened, proud of yourself for identifying it, but tsu'tey hadn't moved back. instead, he leaned closer to you, his nose nearly touching your neck.
"tsu'tey?" your voice had come out shaky. "what are you-"
"you smell different," he murmured, and you felt his breath hot against your skin. "from when you first arrived. less like human, more like na'vi. more like.. the forest."
"is that.. is that good?"
"yes." his nose had traced along your neck to your shoulder, and you felt your knees go weak. "very good. you are adapting. becoming."
his hand had still been on the back of your head, his fingers tangled in your hair, and you were acutely aware of how close he was, how easy it would be to just lean in, to close the distance between you-
he pulled back abruptly, his expression shuttered. "we should continue. there is more to learn."
you were left standing there, your heart racing, your skin tingling where his breath had touched, wondering what the hell was happening.
the touches had become bolder, more frequent, harder to explain away as just teaching.
his hand on the small of your back as he guided you through the forest. his fingers trailing down your arm when he adjusted your grip on a weapon. the way he'd pull you close under the pretense of showing you something, his body warm and solid against yours.
once, during a lesson on pa'li riding, you'd been struggling to maintain your balance on one of the direhorses. tsu'tey had swung up behind you without warning, his chest pressed against your back, his arms coming around you to take the reins.
"like this," he said, his voice rumbling through you. "feel how i move with her. you must become one with your mount."
the pa'li had started moving, and you'd been forced to lean back against tsu'tey for balance. his thighs had bracketed yours, his arms had caged you in, and every movement of the direhorse had pressed you more firmly against him.
"relax," he'd murmured against your ear. "trust her. trust me."
you tried, but it had been impossible to relax when you’re so aware of every point of contact between your bodies. the ride had seemed to last forever yet not nearly long enough.
when you finally stopped and tsu'tey had dismounted, he reached up to lift you down. his hands had spanned your waist, and he lowered you slowly, so slowly that your body had slid against his. your feet had touched the ground but he hadn't let go, hadn't stepped back.
"you did well," he'd said, his voice low and rough.
"i didn't do anything. you were controlling the pa'li."
"you trusted. that is something."
his hands had still been on your waist, his thumbs brushing against your ribcage, and you looked up at him helplessly. the sun had been setting behind him, casting him in gold and shadow.
"tsu'tey," you whispered, not even sure what you were asking for.
his eyes had darkened, his gaze dropping to your lips. he'd leaned in, just slightly, and your breath had caught-
then he released you and stepped back, his expression unreadable. "it is late. we should return."
you wanted to scream in frustration.
tsu'tey told himself it was still about revenge.
he told himself that every touch, every lingering look, every moment of tenderness was calculated. strategic. designed to make the little dreamwalker fall for him so that when jake sully finally noticed, it would hurt.
he told himself this even as his hands lingered on your skin longer than necessary. even as he sought you out when he had no reason to. even as he found himself thinking about you at night, remembering the way you’d felt in his arms, the sound of your laugh, the trust in your eyes when you looked at him.
it was revenge. it had to be.
but the lie was becoming harder to maintain.
he watched you grow stronger, more confident, more na'vi with each passing day. you learned quickly, adapted readily, and threw yourself into every lesson with an enthusiasm that was both endearing and frustrating. you asked endless questions, pushed yourself past you limits, and never complained even when he knew you was exhausted.
you were nothing like he'd expected. nothing like jake sully, despite sharing his blood.
where jake was reckless, you were thoughtful. where jake was arrogant, you was humble. where jake took, you gave.
and you were beautiful. eywa help him, but you were beautiful. not in the way neytiri was beautiful, neytiri was fierce and wild, a warrior born. but the dreamwalker had a softness to her, a gentleness that made him want to protect you even as he taught you to protect yourself.
your eyes were too expressive, showing every emotion plainly. when you were happy, they lit up like bioluminescence. when you was confused, they went wide and uncertain. when you looked at him-
when you looked at him, there was something in your eyes that made his chest tight. something warm and hopeful and trusting that he didn't deserve.
because he was lying to you. using you. planning to hurt your brother through you.
except.. was he?
the plan had seemed so clear at first. make you fall for him. let jake see. watch jake suffer the way tsu'tey had suffered when neytiri had been taken from him.
but somewhere along the way, the plan had gotten muddied. confused. he no longer thought about jake when he touched you. he thought about the way your breath caught, the way your skin felt under his hands, the way you leaned into his touch like a flower seeking sun.
he no longer sought you out to further some revenge plot. he sought you out because he wanted to see you. wanted to hear your voice, watch your smile, be near you.
and that was dangerous.
he was falling, he realised with growing dread. falling for the one person he should not want. falling for jake sully's sister, the dreamwalker, the sky person in false flesh.
falling for you despite every reason not to.
the realisation should have made him pull back. should have made him end this before it went too far.
but he couldn't. eywa help him, he couldn't.
so he told himself it was still revenge, even as his touches grew more tender. told himself he was still in control, even as he found excuses to be near you. told himself it meant nothing, even as his heart called him a liar.
it was the end of the fourth week when things nearly crossed a line you couldn't uncross.
you'd been working on your vision, learning to navigate the forest after dark when the bioluminescence turned everything into a dreamscape. tsu'tey had taken you deep into the forest, far from hometree, where the darkness was complete and the glowing plants were your only light.
"you must learn to move in darkness," he said. "to trust your other senses. the forest is different at night, but no less beautiful."
he'd been right. the forest at night was breathtaking, every plant glowing in shades of blue and purple and green, the air thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers, the sounds of nocturnal creatures echoing through the trees.
you'd been so busy looking around in wonder that you didn’t watch your footing. your foot had caught on a root, and you stumbled forward with a yelp.
tsu'tey had caught you, of course he had, but your momentum had been too much. you'd both gone down, and you landed on top of him, your hands braced on his chest, your legs tangled with his.
"sorry," you gasped, trying to push yourself up. "i'm sorry, i wasn't watching-"
but his hands had come to your hips, holding you in place. "wait."
you froze, suddenly aware of your position. you were straddling him, your body pressed against his, your face inches from his. in the bioluminescent glow, his eyes had been luminous, his freckles standing out in intricate patterns across his skin.
"tsu'tey," you whispered, your heart hammering.
his hands had tightened on your hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there. "you are always falling," he'd said, his voice rough. "always needing to be caught."
"i'm sorry. i'm clumsy, i know-"
one of his hands had slid up from your hip to your waist, then higher, coming to rest on your ribcage just below your breast. "you are learning. growing stronger. but still.. you need someone to catch you."
his other hand had come up to cup your face, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone. you'd been unable to look away from his eyes, unable to move, unable to breathe.
"tsu'tey," you'd said again, and it had come out like a plea.
"you should not look at me like that," he murmured, his thumb moving to trace your lower lip. "like you want.. like you.."
"like i what?" you whispered against his thumb.
his eyes had gone molten, his pupils dilating. "like you want me to kiss you."
your breath had caught. "what if i do?"
for a moment, one perfect, suspended moment, you thought he would. his hand had tightened on your face, his eyes had dropped to your lips, and he started to pull you down-
then he stopped. his whole body had gone rigid, and something complicated and pained had crossed his face.
"no," he'd said, and it had sounded like it cost him. "no, we cannot."
he sat up, carefully moving you off him, and stood. you remained on the ground, confused and hurt and aching with want.
"why not?" you asked, your voice small.
he looked down at you, and the expression on his face had been tortured. "because you do not understand. you do not see clearly."
"see what? tsu'tey, i don't understand what's happening. you've been.. you've been different. touching me, being close to me, and i thought.. i thought maybe you.."
"you thought what?" his voice had been sharp, almost angry. "that i have feelings for you? that this means something?"
the words had hit like a physical blow. "i.. i don't know. i hoped.."
he closed his eyes, his jaw clenching. when he opened them again, his expression had been carefully neutral. "you are my student. i am teaching you. that is all."
"that's all?" you felt tears prick your eyes, humiliation burning through you. "all those touches, all the time we've spent together, the way you look at me- that's all just teaching?"
"yes."
the lie had been obvious, you'd seen the truth in his eyes, in the tension of his body, in the way his hands had clenched into fists. but he said it anyway, and the rejection had hurt more than you'd thought possible.
"i see," you said quietly, climbing to your feet. "i'm sorry. i misunderstood. it won't happen again."
"little dreamwalker-"
"don't." you held up a hand, unable to look at him. "just.. don't. can we go back now? i'm tired."
the walk back to hometree had been silent and miserable. tsu'tey had stayed close, as if afraid you would fall again, but he hadn't touched you. hadn't spoken.
when you finally reached hometree, you climbed to your hammock without a word, curled up, and tried very hard not to cry.
you'd been so stupid. of course tsu'tey didn't have feelings for you. he was just being a good teacher, and you read far too much into it. you let yourself hope, let yourself imagine something that was never there.
below, tsu'tey had stood in the darkness, watching the level where you slept, his hands still clenched into fists.
he almost kissed her. almost given in. almost ruined everything.
because if he kissed her, he wouldn't have been able to stop. wouldn't have been able to maintain the lie that this was about revenge, about jake, about anything other than the fact that he wanted her with an intensity that terrified him.
she looked at him with such hope, such open longing, and he'd wanted nothing more than to pull her close and never let go.
but he couldn't. because she deserved better than his lies. better than his revenge plot. better than him.
so he hurt her instead. pushed her away. told her it meant nothing.
the look on her face would haunt him.
but it was better this way. safer. for both of them.
he told himself that as he finally turned away, heading to his own hammock.
he told himself that even as his chest ached with something that felt dangerously close to regret.
the lie tasted bitter, but tsu'tey swallowed it down and tried to convince himself he'd done the right thing.
he failed.
you avoided him for three days.
it wasn't hard. the omaticaya were numerous, and there were plenty of other clan members willing to teach you. neytiri took over most of your training with barely concealed satisfaction, though her eyes held questions you weren't ready to answer. jake noticed, of course he did, but he didn't push. not at first.
you learned to weave from an elder named tsahey, your fingers clumsy with the dried reeds but improving. you practiced your bow with one of the younger hunters, a kind woman named se'txelu who praised your steady aim. you helped gather food, prepare meals, tend to the ikran.
anything to avoid the weight of tsu'tey's gaze.
because he was watching. you felt it constantly, that prickling awareness at the back of your neck. you'd glance up and catch him across the common area, his expression carefully neutral, before he'd look away with studied disinterest.
he was good at pretending. you'd give him that.
but you'd also catch him with his jaw tight, his shoulders tense. you'd see him start toward you, then stop. change direction. find something else that suddenly required his attention.
it was almost satisfying, seeing him struggle.
almost.
mostly it just hurt.
"alright, what happened?" jake finally cornered you on the fourth day, catching you as you returned from the river with a basket of water plants. his avatar body blocked your path, arms crossed, expression concerned rather than angry.
"nothing happened."
"try again." he tilted his head. "you've been avoiding tsu'tey like he's got some kind of disease, and he's been.." jake paused, frowning. "actually, i'm not sure what he's been doing. brooding? more than usual, anyway. which is saying something."
you tried to step around him. "it's nothing. we're fine."
"you're a terrible liar." but jake moved aside, falling into step beside you. "look, you don't have to tell me. but.. you know i'm here, right? if you need to talk. or if someone needs their ass kicked. i'm good at both."
despite everything, you felt your lips twitch. "i know."
"he didn't hurt you, did he?" jake's voice had gone quieter, more serious. "because if he-"
"no." you cut him off quickly. "no, nothing like that. he just.." you swallowed hard. "he made it clear he's not interested. that's all."
jake was quiet for a long moment. then, "huh."
"what?"
"nothing. just.. that's interesting."
you shot him a look. "what's interesting?"
"the way he watches you. doesn't really seem like 'not interested' to me." jake shrugged. "but what do i know? i'm just a dumb marine."
your heart did something complicated in your chest. "he said it meant nothing. that he's my teacher and that's all."
"and you believed him?"
"why wouldn't i?"
jake gave you a look that was far too knowing. "because i've seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no one's watching. and that's not nothing."
you didn't know what to say to that. didn't know if you could let yourself hope.
so you just carried your basket back to hometree and tried not to think about golden eyes and almost-kisses and the ghost of gentle hands.
it was that evening when everything came to a head.
you were helping prepare the evening meal, grinding seeds into paste with steady, rhythmic motions. the work was meditative, giving your hands something to do while your mind wandered.
you didn't notice tsu'tey approaching until his shadow fell across you.
"we need to talk."
your hands stilled. you didn't look up. "i'm busy."
"it can wait."
"i don't think we have anything to talk about." you resumed grinding, putting more force into it than necessary. "you made yourself clear."
there was a pause. then, "i was wrong."
that made you look up. tsu'tey stood above you, his expression carefully controlled, but there was something in his eyes, something raw and uncertain that you'd never seen before.
"wrong about what?" your voice came out sharper than intended.
he glanced around at the other clan members nearby, his jaw tightening. "not here. come with me."
"i said i'm busy-"
"please."
the word was quiet, almost rough, like it cost him something to say it. and maybe it did. tsu'tey didn't strike you as someone who said please very often.
you set down your grinding stone and stood, ignoring the curious looks from the others. "fine. but this better be quick."
he led you away from hometree, into the forest where the bioluminescence was just beginning to wake with the falling darkness. you followed in silence, arms crossed protectively over your chest.
finally, when you were far enough away that no one would overhear, tsu'tey stopped. he stood with his back to you for a moment, shoulders tight.
"i should not have said what i said." his voice was low, controlled. "it was.. untrue."
"untrue." you repeated the word flatly. "so you lied to me."
"yes."
at least he was honest about that. you waited, but he didn't continue. just stood there, rigid and silent.
"that's it?" you demanded. "that's all you have to say? you humiliated me, pushed me away, and now you're just going to stand there and-"
"i do not know how to do this!" the words burst out of him, sharp and frustrated. he turned to face you, and there was something almost desperate in his expression. "i do not know how to.. how to say.."
he made a sharp gesture, his tail lashing in agitation.
you stared at him. "say what?"
"that i-" he stopped. started again. "you are not just my student."
your heart was pounding. "then what am i?"
"i do not have words for it." he looked away, jaw tight. "in my language or yours. you are.. you make me.." another frustrated gesture. "this is why i tried to stop it. why i pushed you away. because i do not know how to- i cannot-"
"tsu'tey." you stepped closer. "just say it. whatever it is."
he looked at you then, really looked at you, and the intensity in his golden eyes made your breath catch.
"i want you," he said finally, the words rough and low. "i have wanted you since you stopped to help that pa'li. since you asked your endless questions. since you looked at our world with wonder instead of greed." his hands clenched at his sides. "i told myself it was wrong. that you were sky people, that i should not- but i cannot stop."
you couldn't breathe. couldn't think. "then why did you-"
"because you deserve better than my lies." the confession came out harsh. "better than someone who befriended you to hurt your brother. who planned to use you for revenge."
there it was. the truth.
"is that what this was?" your voice shook. "some kind of game? get close to me to get to jake?"
"at first." he didn't flinch from your anger. "yes. at first, that was my intention. to make jake sully pay for his disrespect by.." he stopped. "it does not matter. because then i knew you. and you were not what i expected. you were kind. humble. you saw our world, truly saw it, and you.."
he took a breath.
"you made me forget why i was supposed to hate you."
tears burned in your eyes. "you should have told me."
"i know."
"you should have been honest from the start."
"i know." he took a step closer, his voice dropping. "i am telling you now. i am telling you that my plan failed because i-" he stopped, struggling. "because when i look at you, i do not think of revenge. i think of how your laugh sounds like music. how you bite your lip when you concentrate. how you fit perfectly in my arms when i carried you."
another step. he was close now, close enough that you could see the faint pattern of his tanhì, the way his chest rose and fell with careful breaths.
"i think of how much i want to kiss you," he said quietly. "how much i want to teach you everything, show you everything. how much i want.." his voice roughened. "how much i want you to be mine."
your breath hitched. "tsu'tey.."
"i am not good with words," he continued, something almost helpless in his expression. "i am a warrior. i know how to fight, how to hunt, how to lead. but this.. you.. i do not know how to do this correctly. i only know that pushing you away felt wrong. that seeing you avoid me has been.." he paused. "painful."
you searched his face, looking for any sign of deception. but there was only honesty there, raw and uncomfortable and real.
"if you want me to stay away, i will," he said. "if you cannot forgive me, i understand. but i needed you to know the truth. all of it."
you stood there, heart pounding, mind racing. he'd lied to you. used you, at least initially. you should be angry. you should walk away.
but you'd seen the way he looked at you when he thought you weren't watching. felt the gentleness in his touch, heard the pride in his voice when you succeeded at something new. and you'd seen, just now, how much it cost him to be this vulnerable.
"you're an idiot," you said finally.
he blinked. "i.. yes. probably."
"definitely." you stepped closer, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. "you should have just told me you liked me instead of doing this whole.. complicated revenge plot thing."
"i did not know i liked you when i started the revenge plot thing," he said, and there was something almost defensive in his tone that made you want to laugh despite everything.
"and now?"
"now i.." he swallowed. "now i.. more than like you."
your heart stuttered. "how much more?"
instead of answering, he reached out slowly, giving you time to pull away. when you didn't, his hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing across your cheekbone with devastating gentleness.
"i see you," he said quietly, and the words held weight. meaning.
you knew enough na'vi by now to understand. i see you. not just the physical, though his eyes were definitely tracking over your face, your body, but deeper. the real you.
"i see you too," you whispered. "even when you're being an idiot."
his lips twitched. almost a smile. "especially then?"
"especially then."
he was leaning closer, his other hand coming up to cup your other cheek, tilting your face up toward his. "if you want me to stop-"
"don't you dare."
he kissed you.
it wasn't like the almost-kiss before. this was real, solid, his lips warm and sure against yours. his hands slid from your face to your waist, pulling you closer, and you went willingly, your own hands coming up to grip his shoulders.
he kissed like he did everything else.. with intensity and focus and barely restrained passion. when his tongue traced your lower lip, you opened for him with a soft sound that made him growl low in his throat.
the kiss deepened, turned hungry. his hands tightened on your waist, one sliding up your back to tangle in your hair. you pressed closer, feeling the heat of his body, the solid strength of him.
when you finally broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were dark with want.
"i have wanted to do that," he said roughly, "for so long."
"yeah?" you were breathless, dizzy. "what else have you wanted to do?"
his eyes flashed. "many things. things that are not appropriate for-"
"show me."
he made a sound that was almost pained. "you do not know what you are asking."
"then tell me." you slid your hands down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "or better yet, show me."
"if i start," he said, voice strained, "i will not want to stop."
"good."
he stared at you for a long moment. then, with a muttered curse in na'vi, he kissed you again. harder this time, more demanding. his hands roamed your body, mapping you through your na’vi clothing, and you arched into his touch with a gasp.
"not here," he growled against your lips. "anyone could see."
"then take me somewhere private."
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching. "you are certain?"
"very certain."
something heated and possessive flashed across his face. "then hold on."
he lifted you easily, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you deeper into the forest. you kissed his neck, his jaw, anywhere you could reach, and felt the rumble of his groan vibrate through his chest.
"you will be the death of me," he muttered, but there was something almost fond in his tone.
"hey!" jake's voice cut through the darkness, making you both freeze. "there you guys are. we've been looking for- oh.."
tsu'tey had set you down quickly, but not quickly enough. jake stood a few feet away, taking in your swollen lips, tsu'tey's hands still on your waist, the general state of both of you.
"oh," jake said again."okay. so.. this is happening."
you wanted to die. "jake- "
"no, no, it's fine." jake held up his hands. "i mean, i had my suspicions, but.." he looked at tsu'tey, his expression going serious. "you hurt her, and we're going to have a problem. i don't care if you're the next olo'eyktan. got it?"
tsu'tey's jaw tightened, but he nodded. "understood."
"good." jake's expression softened slightly as he looked at you. "you good?"
you felt your cheeks heat. "yeah. i'm good."
"alright then." jake started backing away. "i'm just gonna.. go. and maybe take the long way back. give you guys some.. time." he paused. "but not too much time. and keep it.. you know what, i'm leaving now."
he disappeared into the forest, and you buried your face in tsu'tey's chest with a mortified groan.
"that was.."
"humiliating," you finished.
"i was going to say 'inevitable.'" you felt his chest rumble with quiet amusement. "your brother is protective. it is.. good. you should have someone who watches over you."
you pulled back to look at him. "i thought that was your job now."
his eyes darkened again. "yes. it is."
"then maybe," you said, sliding your hands up his chest, "you should take me somewhere my brother won't interrupt us again."
tsu'tey's smile was slow and dangerous and made heat pool low in your belly.
"as you wish," he murmured, and kissed you again.
this time, there would be no interruptions.
he took you deeper into the forest, to a place where the trees grew so thick their branches wove together overhead, creating a canopy that blocked out the sky. bioluminescent vines hung like curtains, their soft glow painting everything in shades of blue and purple. the ground was carpeted in thick moss that gave beneath your feet, and the air smelled of night-blooming flowers and rain.
it was beautiful. private. perfect.
tsu'tey set you down carefully, but his hands didn't leave your waist. he looked at you for a long moment, his expression intense, searching.
"last chance," he said quietly. "if you want to stop, tell me now."
you reached up to cup his face, feeling the warmth of his skin, the slight roughness of his jaw. "i don't want to stop."
something fierce and possessive flashed in his eyes. "good."
he kissed you again, and this time there was no hesitation, no holding back. his hands moved over you with purpose, learning the shape of you, the places that made you gasp. when his fingers found the ties of your woven top, he paused, looking at you with a question in his eyes.
"yes," you breathed.
he undid the ties slowly, deliberately, his knuckles brushing your skin as he worked. when the fabric fell away, he made a low sound in his throat, his eyes tracking over you with undisguised hunger.
"beautiful," he murmured. "so beautiful."
his hands came up to cup your breasts, his palms warm and slightly rough. you arched into his touch with a gasp, and he made that sound again, deeper this time.
"so responsive," he said, his voice rough. "i have barely touched you."
"then touch me more."
his eyes flashed. "careful what you ask for, yawntutsyìp."
before you could respond, he dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. he pressed his face against your stomach, breathing you in, and you felt the warmth of his breath through the thin fabric of your loincloth.
"tsu'tey.." your hands tangled in his hair, not sure if you were trying to pull him closer or push him away.
he looked up at you, and the sight of him on his knees, looking at you like you were something precious and wanted, made your breath catch.
"i want to taste you," he said, his hands already working at the ties of your loincloth. "i want to make you come apart on my tongue. will you let me?"
you couldn't speak, could only nod. but he shook his head.
"words. i need to hear you say it."
"yes," you managed. "yes, please."
he smiled, slow and dangerous. "good girl."
he pulled your clothing down, helping you step out of them, and then his hands were on your thighs, spreading them wider. you felt exposed, vulnerable, but the way he was looking at you, like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, made you feel something else instead.
"wait," you said suddenly, and he froze, his eyes snapping up to yours.
"what is wrong?"
"nothing, i just.." you bit your lip. "i want.. can i..?"
you gestured vaguely at him, at his body, and understanding dawned in his eyes.
"you want to touch me?"
"yes. i want.." you felt your cheeks heat. "i want to make you feel good too."
something softened in his expression. "you do not have to-"
"i want to." you dropped to your knees in front of him, bringing you eye-level with lower stomach. "please. let me."
he stared at you for a long moment, his jaw tight. "you will be my undoing."
you reached for the ties of his loincloth with shaking hands. he helped you, his movements sure and unhurried, and when the fabric fell away you couldn't help but stare.
he was big. bigger than you'd expected, though you supposed you should have anticipated that given his size overall. his cock was hard, flushed darker than the rest of him, and you felt a rush of heat between your legs at the sight.
"you do not have to-" he started again, but you cut him off by wrapping your hand around him.
he made a choked sound, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. you looked up at him, watching his face as you stroked him slowly, learning what he liked. his eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide, and his breathing had gone rough and uneven.
"is this okay?" you asked.
"yes." the word came out strained. "yes, more than okay."
you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock, and he groaned, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair.
"you do not have to-"
"i want to," you said again, and took him into your mouth.
the sound he made was almost pained. his hand tightened in your hair, not pulling, just holding, grounding himself. you took him deeper, as much as you could manage, and felt him shudder.
"eywa," he breathed. "your mouth.. you feel.."
you hummed around him, pleased by his reaction, and his hips jerked forward again. you pulled back slightly, looking up at him, and found him watching you with an intensity that made you clench.
"you like this," he said, and it wasn't a question. his free hand came up to cup your face, his thumb brushing your stretched lips. "you like having me in your mouth."
you nodded as much as you could, and he made a low sound.
"you are perfect," he said roughly. "so perfect. can you take more?"
you nodded again, and he guided your head forward, pushing deeper. you relaxed your throat, taking him as far as you could, and heard his breath hitch.
"good," he murmured. "so good for me. such a good girl."
the praise made you moan around him, and he groaned in response. his hand in your hair tightened, and he started to move, shallow thrusts that made you feel used in the best possible way.
"tell me if it is too much," he said, his voice strained. "tap my leg if you need to stop."
you hummed your agreement, and he took that as permission to move faster. his other hand joined the first in your hair, holding you steady as he fucked your mouth with increasing urgency.
"look at you," he breathed. "taking me so well. so beautiful like this, on your knees for me."
you could feel yourself getting wet, arousal pooling between your legs just from this, from pleasuring him. you shifted, trying to get some friction, and he noticed.
"are you wet, yawntutsyìp?" his voice had gone rough, almost feral. "does this make you wet? having my cock in your mouth?"
you moaned around him, and he groaned in response.
"i can smell you," he said. "sweet. you want this as much as i do."
his thrusts were getting less controlled now, more desperate. you could feel him getting close, could taste the salt of his precome on your tongue.
"i am close," he warned. "you should- i do not want to-"
you grabbed at his hips, pulling him deeper, making it clear you weren't going anywhere. he made a sound that was almost a growl.
"you want it?" his voice was rough, barely controlled. "you want me to come in your mouth?"
you hummed your agreement, and that was all it took. he thrust deep one last time, his hands tightening in your hair, and came with a groan that echoed through the clearing.
you swallowed, taking everything he gave you, and felt a rush of satisfaction at the way he shuddered above you.
when he finally pulled back, his eyes were glazed, his chest heaving. he looked down at you with something like awe.
"you.." he seemed to struggle for words. "that was.."
you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, feeling pleased with yourself. "good?"
"good." he laughed, the sound rough and breathless. "yes. very good." he pulled you up, his hands gentle now, and kissed you deeply. "you are amazing. perfect. mine."
"yours," you agreed, and felt him shudder.
"yes." his hands slid down your body, cupping your ass and pulling you against him. "mine. and now.." his eyes darkened again. "now it is my turn to make you feel good."
he guided you down to the soft moss, his movements careful despite the hunger in his eyes. the ground was cool beneath your back, cushioned by layers of green that had probably been growing here for years. tsutey followed you down, caging you in with his arms, his braids falling forward to frame his face.
"i have wanted this," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips, then your jaw. "wanted to taste you. to make you shake the way you made me shake."
"tsutey.." your breath hitched as his mouth moved to your neck, finding that sensitive spot just below your ear.
"shh." another kiss, this one to your collarbone. "let me worship you, yawntutsyìp. let me show you how much i want you."
his hands were everywhere, sliding up your sides, tracing the curve of your waist, skimming over your ribs. each touch was deliberate, reverent, like he was memorising the shape of you. when his fingers brushed the underside of your breast, you arched into him.
"so responsive," he breathed against your skin. "i love how you react to me."
he took his time working down your body, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your sternum, the swell of your breasts, the soft skin of your stomach. every few inches he would pause, looking up at you with those intense golden eyes, checking that you were still with him, still wanting this.
"please," you finally gasped when his mouth hovered just above your hip bone.
"please what?" there was a teasing edge to his voice now, a hint of smugness that made you want to grab his braids and pull him where you needed him.
"you know what."
"i want to hear you say it." his breath ghosted over your inner thigh, making you shiver. "tell me what you want."
"i want your mouth on me," you said, past the point of embarrassment. "i want you to taste me."
his pupils dilated, and he made a low sound of approval. "good girl. so honest for me."
he spread your legs wider, settling between them, and for a moment he just looked at you. the intensity of his gaze made you feel exposed in the best way, like he was seeing all of you and loving every bit of it.
"beautiful," he murmured. "so wet already. is this all for me?"
"yes," you breathed. "all for you."
"mine," he said again, and then his mouth was on you.
the first touch of his tongue made you cry out, your hips jerking up involuntarily. he pressed a hand to your stomach, holding you down, keeping you in place as he explored you with his mouth. he was thorough, methodical, learning what made you gasp and what made you moan.
"tsu’tey, oh god-"
"not god," he said against you, the vibration of his voice sending sparks through your nerves. "me. say my name."
"tsu’tey," you obliged, and felt him smile.
he focused his attention on your clit, circling it with his tongue in a way that made your thighs tremble. when he sealed his lips around it and sucked, you nearly came apart right there.
"that's it," he encouraged, his voice rough with arousal. "let me hear you. i want to know what feels good."
he alternated between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on that bundle of nerves, reading your body like he'd been doing this for years instead of minutes. when you tangled your fingers in his braids, he groaned, the sound vibrating against you in the most delicious way.
"you taste so good," he murmured between strokes. "i could do this for hours. would you like that, yawntutsyìp? would you like me to keep you here, make you come on my tongue again and again?"
the image his words painted made you clench around nothing, desperate for more. "yes, please, i need-"
"what do you need?" he pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips glistening. "tell me."
"more," you gasped. "i need more."
he slid one finger inside you, slow and careful, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. when you only moaned and rolled your hips, he added a second, curling them in a way that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
"like this?" he asked, his mouth returning to your clit as his fingers worked inside you.
"yes, just like that, don't stop-"
he didn't. he kept that perfect rhythm, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, building the pressure inside you higher and higher. your thighs were shaking now, your breath coming in short gasps, and you could feel yourself getting close.
"that's it," he encouraged, his free hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks. "i can feel you getting close. you're squeezing my fingers so tight. are you going to come for me?"
"yes," you whimpered. "yes, i'm so close-"
he doubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his fingers hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. the pleasure built and built, coiling tight in your belly, and you were right on the edge, so close you could almost taste it-
and then he slowed down.
"tsu’tey!" you practically wailed, your hips bucking in protest.
he looked up at you with dark, hungry eyes. "not yet," he said, his voice rough. "i want to feel you come around me. i want to be inside you when you fall apart."
he withdrew his fingers, and you whimpered at the loss. but then he was moving up your body, pressing kisses to your stomach, your ribs, the valley between your breasts. he took his time, savoring every inch of skin, his tongue tracing patterns that made you shiver. when he reached your neck, he bit down gently, then harder, sucking a mark into your skin that would definitely be visible tomorrow.
"mine," he growled against your throat, his voice possessive and rough. "everyone will see. everyone will know you belong to me."
"yes," you gasped, tilting your head to give him better access. "yours."
he pulled back to look at you, his pupils blown wide with desire, the golden amber of his eyes reduced to thin rings.
his cock pressed against your thigh, hot and hard and ready again. na'vi recovery time was something else entirely. even in your avatar body, the size difference was significant, he was na'vi, all lean muscle and height, easily over nine feet tall, and you could feel how much larger he was. his hand could span your entire waist, his body dwarfing yours in a way that made you feel deliciously small and protected.
"i'm going to fill you up," he murmured, reaching down to position himself at your entrance. the head of his cock nudged against you, and you could feel how thick he was, how much he would stretch you. "you're going to feel me for days. every time you move, you'll remember this. remember me inside you."
"please," you begged, trying to roll your hips toward him. "tsu’tey, please-"
"so impatient." he caught your wrists in one large hand, pinning them above your head with ease. his other hand gripped your hip, holding you still. "stay still. let me take care of you. i want to savor this.. savor you."
the first press of him against you made you gasp. he was thick, stretching you even at just the tip, and he moved slowly, watching your face with intense focus. his eyes never left yours, drinking in every expression, every flutter of your lashes, every parting of your lips.
"breathe," he instructed, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. he pushed in another inch, and you felt the burn of the stretch. "relax for me. let me in. i know it's a lot, but you can take it. you were made to take me."
you tried to obey, forcing your muscles to unclench, and he rewarded you by sliding in deeper. the stretch burned in the best way, pleasure and pressure mixing until you couldn't tell them apart. he was so big, filling you in a way you'd never experienced before, and you could feel every ridge, every vein as he worked himself inside.
"good girl," he praised, his voice rough with desire. "taking me so well. look at you, opening up for me. so perfect."
he kept that slow, steady pace, working himself deeper with each shallow thrust. his free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, holding you in place as he filled you inch by inch. the heat of him inside you making you dizzy.
it seemed to go on forever, the slow press of him deeper and deeper, until you thought you couldn't possibly take any more.
"so tight," he groaned when he was finally fully seated, his hips flush against yours. "eywa, you feel perfect. like you were made for me. made to take my cock."
he stayed still for a long moment, letting you adjust to his size, and you could feel him trembling with the effort of holding back. his tail wrapped around your thigh possessively, the tip flicking against your skin. when you clenched around him experimentally, testing the fullness, he made a sound that was almost a snarl, his grip on your wrists tightening.
"careful," he warned, his voice dropping to a growl. "i'm trying to be gentle with you. but when you do that.."
"i don't want gentle," you said breathlessly, rolling your hips as much as his grip would allow. "i want you. all of you. please, tsu’tey-"
something shifted in his expression, something primal and hungry taking over. his eyes darkened, his pupils dilating further, and you felt a thrill of anticipation run through you. "you want me to have my way with you? to make you feel good? to use you the way i've been dreaming about?"
"yes, please-"
he didn't need to be told twice. he pulled almost all the way out, slowly, letting you feel every inch as he withdrew, and then thrust back in hard, hitting something inside you that made you see stars. you cried out, your back arching off the moss, and he did it again, setting a deep, powerful rhythm that had you gasping with every stroke.
"that's it," he growled, still holding your wrists pinned above your head. "let me hear you. i want everyone in the forest to know who's making you feel this good. want them to hear you screaming my name."
you were already so worked up from before, still riding that edge he'd denied you, and every thrust pushed you closer. the pleasure was almost too much, overwhelming, and you could feel tears pricking at your eyes. he was so deep, hitting spots inside you that you didn't even know existed, and the stretch of him was delicious torture.
"tsu’tey," you gasped, your voice breaking. "i can't.. it's so much.."
"you can take it," he said firmly, his hips never faltering in their steady, powerful rhythm. "you're doing so well for me. such a good girl, taking everything i give you. taking my cock so perfectly."
he shifted the angle slightly, adjusting his hips, and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. you sobbed, your whole body shaking, pleasure building so fast and so intense you thought you might break apart.
your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, trying to pull him deeper, and he groaned at the change in angle.
"please," you begged, not even sure what you were asking for anymore. "please, please-"
"i know yawne," he murmured, and you felt his queue slide over your shoulder, the tendrils at the end seeking, glowing faintly in the darkness. "i want to feel everything with you. want to be inside your mind the way i'm inside your body. will you let me?"
you understood what he was asking. tsaheylu, the bond. it was sacred, intimate, something the na'vi only did with their mates. it was more than just physical, it was a complete merging of souls, of consciousness. and he was offering it to you, wanting to connect with you in the deepest way possible.
"yes," you breathed, your heart swelling with emotion. "yes, please, i want.. i want everything with you."
your own queue had fallen forward over your shoulder, and he guided the two together with his free hand, his movements reverent despite the desperate need you could see in his eyes. the moment the tendrils connected, intertwining and forming the bond, the world exploded.
suddenly you could feel everything he was feeling. the tight, wet heat of you around him, the pleasure coursing through his body with every thrust, the overwhelming need to claim and possess and make you his. and he could feel you too, the stretch and fullness, the way every thrust sent sparks through your nerves, the building pressure that was about to consume you. it was overwhelming, intoxicating, more intimate than anything you'd ever experienced.
"eywa," he gasped, his rhythm faltering for a moment as the sensation hit him. "i can feel.. you feel so good, yawntutsyìp, i can feel how close you are.. how much you need this.."
it was too much. the physical sensation combined with the emotional and neural connection was overwhelming, pleasure feeding back and forth between you in an endless loop. you could feel his possessiveness, his desire, his desperate need for you, and you knew he could feel your trust, your want, your complete surrender to him. every thrust sent pleasure through both of you, doubling and redoubling until you couldn't tell where your pleasure ended and his began.
he started moving again, harder now, almost frantic, and through the bond you could feel his control slipping, something primal taking over. "i can feel how good this is for you," he groaned, his voice rough. "feel how perfectly i fit inside you. feel how much you love being filled by me."
"yes," you sobbed, overwhelmed by the dual sensation. "yes, it's so g-"
his hand released your wrists, and for a moment you thought he might let you touch him, but instead both his hands moved to your hips. "turn over," he commanded, pulling out of you. you whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and desperate, but obeyed, rolling onto your stomach on the soft moss.
"that's my good girl," he praised, his hands running down your back possessively. "so obedient for me. now stay just like that."
you felt him position himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips and lifting them slightly. then he was pushing back inside, and from this angle he felt even bigger, even deeper. you cried out, your hands fisting in the moss beneath you as he filled you completely.
"perfect," he groaned, starting to move. "you take me so well like this. i can go so deep.. can you feel it? feel how deep i am inside you?"
"yes," you gasped, your voice muffled against the moss. "yes, i can feel everything-"
he set a steady rhythm, deep and powerful, and through the bond you could feel his satisfaction at having you like this, at being able to watch himself disappear inside you over and over. his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave marks, holding you in place as he took his pleasure.
then, slowly, he began to lower himself down onto you. his chest pressed against your back, his weight settling over you, and you felt yourself being pressed down into the soft moss beneath you. more and more of his weight came down until you were completely pinned, your body flattened against the ground with him covering you entirely.
"oh," you gasped, the sensation overwhelming. you couldn't move at all, couldn't do anything but take what he gave you, and through the bond you felt his primal satisfaction at having you trapped beneath him, completely at his mercy.
"feel that?" he growled against your ear, his voice rough and possessive. his full weight was on you now, pressing you into the moss-covered ground, and every breath was an effort. "feel how deep i am? you can't escape me like this. you're mine, trapped under me, taking my cock so perfectly. completely helpless."
you could barely breathe with his weight on you, but you didn't want him to move. the pressure was intoxicating, the feeling of being completely dominated, completely owned. every thrust drove him impossibly deeper, the angle making you feel every inch of him. his hips rolled against yours in deep, grinding movements, and you could feel him in your stomach, stretching you, filling you completely.
"tsu’tey," you gasped, your hands scrabbling at the moss, trying to find purchase. "i can't..it's so much-"
"you can take it," he insisted, his hips grinding against yours in deep, rolling thrusts that had you seeing stars. "you were made for this. made for me. look how well you take me, how perfectly your body accepts mine."
through the bond, you could feel his pleasure mixing with yours, the sensation of being buried inside you, the tight grip of your walls around him, the heat and wetness and the way you clenched every time he hit that spot deep inside. it was dizzying, feeling both sides of the connection. feeling yourself stretched around him while simultaneously feeling how tight and perfect you felt wrapped around his cock. the feedback loop was intense, pleasure building and building with nowhere to go.
he stayed like that for long minutes, his full weight pressing you into the ground, his hips moving in slow, deep grinds that had you whimpering with every thrust. you were completely immobilised, completely at his mercy, and through the bond you could feel how much he loved it- the power, the control, the trust you were showing him.
"i'm going to come," you whimpered, your nails digging into the moss. "tsu’tey, i'm- i can't hold it-"
"yes," he hissed, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding, driving you into the ground with each movement. "come for me. let me feel it through tsaheylu. let me feel you fall apart."
he shifted slightly, changing the angle just enough that every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, and you shattered. the orgasm ripped through you with devastating intensity, your body convulsing beneath him, and through the bond you felt him experience it too. felt your pleasure crash over him like a wave, felt his awe and satisfaction and overwhelming possessiveness.
"perfect," he groaned, not stopping, not slowing down, continuing to grind into you as you trembled through the aftershocks. "so perfect. and i'm not done with you yet. not even close."
you were still trembling, oversensitive and shaking, when he finally lifted his weight off you. but before you could catch your breath, he was pulling out and flipping you onto your back again, then sitting back on his heels and pulling you with him, manhandling you into his lap with an ease that made you clench around nothing.
"come here," he commanded, his hands gripping your hips as he positioned you over him. "i want to watch you take me. want to see your face when i fill you again. want to see your eyes when you come apart for me."
he lowered you slowly onto his cock, and from this angle he felt even bigger, the stretch almost too much. you gasped, your hands bracing on his shoulders, and he held you steady, controlling your descent with his hands on your hips.
"that's it," he murmured, his eyes locked on where your bodies joined, watching himself disappear inside you inch by inch. "look at you, taking me so well. such a good girl for me. taking every inch like you were made for it."
when you were fully seated, you both groaned. through the bond, you could feel how tight you were around him from this angle, how deep he was inside you, and it made you dizzy with pleasure. you could feel his cock throbbing inside you, could feel his desperate need for friction, for movement.
"move," he ordered, his grip on your hips tightening. "show me how much you want this. show me how much you need my cock."
you started to roll your hips, finding a rhythm, but your legs were shaking from your first orgasm and you couldn't quite get the leverage you needed.
your thighs trembled with effort, and you whimpered in frustration. he noticed immediately, of course he did, he could feel your frustration through tsaheylu and his hands tightened on your hips.
"let me," he said, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that made you clench around him. and then he was lifting you up and down on his cock like you weighed nothing, using his strength to move you exactly how he wanted. the display of power made you clench around him, and he groaned. "you like that? like when i use you? when i show you how strong i am?"
yes," you gasped, your head falling back. "yes, please-"
he set a brutal pace, lifting and lowering you with ease, each thrust driving deep enough to make you see stars. you could do nothing but hold onto his shoulders and take it, let him use you however he wanted. one of his hands left your hip to wrap around your throat. not squeezing, just holding, a reminder of his control.
"mine," he growled, his thumb pressing against your pulse point, feeling your heartbeat racing beneath his touch. "say it. tell me who you belong to."
"yours," you managed, your voice breathless. "all yours, tsu’tey. only yours."
his hand tightened slightly, just enough to make you gasp, and through the bond you felt his satisfaction, his possessive pleasure at having you like this. he could feel how much you loved it, how the slight pressure on your throat made you wetter, made you clench around him, made you even more desperate for him.
"so perfect for me," he murmured, his hips snapping up to meet each downward pull, driving himself impossibly deeper. "taking everything i give you. you were made for this, yawntutsyìp. made to be mine. made to take my cock. made to be claimed by me."
the combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you, his hand on your throat, and the overwhelming sensation of feeling his pleasure through the bond was too much. you came again, harder this time, your body going rigid in his arms as pleasure crashed over you in waves. you cried out, the sound strangled by his hand on your throat, and through the bond he felt every pulse of your orgasm.
through tsaheylu, you felt him experience your orgasm, felt the way your walls clenched rhythmically around him, felt his pleasure at making you come apart, and it nearly pushed him over the edge.
but he held back, his jaw clenched with effort, his muscles trembling with the strain of holding back his own release. he was determined to wring more pleasure from you first, determined to make you come until you couldn't remember your own name.
"so beautiful when you come," he said roughly, still moving you on his cock despite your trembling, despite your oversensitive whimpers. "i want to see it again. want to feel it again. you're going to give me more, yawntutsyìp. going to come for me until i decide you've had enough."
"i can't," you whimpered, oversensitive and shaking. every thrust sent sparks of almost-pain through you, the pleasure too intense. "tsu’tey, it's too much- i can't take anymore-"
"you can," he insisted, one hand leaving your throat to circle your clit with his thumb. "one more, yawntutsyìp. give me one more. i know you can do it. be a good girl for me."
you sobbed, the pleasure bordering on pain, but you couldn't deny him. your body was his to command, and through the bond you could feel his determination, his need to see you fall apart again, his desire to push you past your limits.
he worked your clit in tight circles while continuing to move you on his cock, and despite your protests, you could feel another orgasm building. this one felt different, deeper, more intense, like it was being pulled from somewhere in your core. the pressure was building in a way you'd never felt before, something overwhelming and almost frightening in its intensity.
"that's it," he encouraged, feeling it through the bond. "i can feel you getting close again. feel something different this time. let go for me. let me feel it. don't hold back."
when you came this time, it was with a scream that echoed through the forest. your vision whited out, your body convulsing in his arms, and through tsaheylu you felt his answering groan as your pleasure overwhelmed him. but he still wasn't done.
he gave you only a moment to catch your breath before he was moving again. "one more position," he murmured against your ear. "i want to feel you come apart one more time. want to make you fall apart completely."
before you could fully come down from your high, he was standing with you still impaled on his cock. you wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he rose to his full height. he supported you with one arm under your ass, holding you up easily, and the other hand came up to wrap around your throat again.
"hold on," he commanded, and then he was moving, thrusting up into you while gravity pulled you down onto him. the angle was devastating, driving him so deep you could feel him in your stomach, and you could do nothing but cling to him and take it.
"look at you," he growled, his hand tightening slightly on your throat. "suspended on my cock, completely at my mercy. you can't move, can't do anything but take what i give you. is this what you wanted? to be used like this?"
"yes," you gasped, your voice strained from the pressure on your throat. "yes, please, tsu’tey-"
he was holding you up by your neck and ass, using you like a toy, and through the bond you could feel how much he loved it. the power, the control, the way you trusted him completely. his thrusts were deep and hard, each one driving the air from your lungs, and you were so oversensitive that every movement sent sparks of pleasure-pain through your body.
"you feel so good," he groaned, his control finally starting to slip. "so tight around me. i can feel everything through tsaheylu. feel how full you are, how deep i am inside you, how much you love this. you're taking me so perfectly, yawntutsyìp. so perfect for me."
you could feel him getting close, his pleasure building through the bond, mixing with your own until you couldn't tell where you ended and he began.
his hand on your throat tightened slightly, and the restriction of air combined with the overwhelming fullness pushed you toward another edge you didn't think you could reach.
but this one felt different. through the bond, you could feel his curiosity, his awareness that something was building in you that was different from before. the pressure was intense, almost too much, and you felt a moment of panic.
"tsu’tey," you gasped, "something.. something's different- i feel-"
"i know," he said, his voice rough. "i can feel it. let it happen. let go. give me everything."
"come with me," he demanded, his voice rough and commanding. "one more time. i want to feel you come around me when i fill you. want to feel you fall apart completely."
"i can't," you sobbed, but your body was already responding, already climbing toward that impossible peak. the pressure was building, something intense and overwhelming, and you felt almost frightened by the intensity of it.
"you can," he insisted, his thrusts becoming erratic, his control finally slipping. "you will. now, yawntutsyìp. come for me now. give me everything."
his hand tightened on your throat, cutting off your air completely for just a moment, and that was all it took. you came with a silent scream, your body clenching around him so hard it was almost painful, but this time was different. you felt something release inside you, a gush of fluid that you'd never experienced before, and through the bond you felt his shock and then his overwhelming arousal as he realised you were squirting, your release coating his cock and dripping down both your thighs.
"eywa," he groaned, his voice breaking. "yes, yes, that's it- so perfect-"
the sensation of you squirting around him, combined with the intensity of your orgasm through the bond, pushed him over the edge. he came with a roar, his hips jerking as he spilled inside you, and through tsaheylu you experienced both sides of it. the overwhelming pleasure of his release and the sensation of being filled, claimed, marked as his. it was too much, the feedback loop of pleasure between you, and you felt yourself tip over into another smaller orgasm, your body milking him for everything he had, more fluid gushing from you as you came again.
"so good," he groaned, still thrusting through both your orgasms. "so perfect. you're perfect. mine. all mine."
he loosened his grip on your throat, letting you gasp in air, and carefully lowered you both to the ground. he was still inside you, still connected through tsaheylu, and you could feel his satisfaction, his possessive contentment, his overwhelming love.
you were both covered in your release, the evidence of your pleasure coating your thighs and his, and through the bond you felt his satisfaction at having made you come so hard you squirted.
"i’m yours and you are mine," he murmured against your hair, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "my mate. forever."
"yours," you agreed, your voice hoarse. "always yours."
through the bond, you felt his pleasure at your words, felt the depth of his feelings for you. he had fallen so hard, so completely, and now that he had you, he would never let you go.
you lay there together in the bioluminescent glow of the forest, still connected in every way possible, and felt completely, utterly whole.
saw this post on tumblr here but haven't been able to get it out of my head since
there's something so comforting/delicious in the humanity of na'vi stomachs, especially in the franchise's finest men (according to me)
[is this my sign to write another aonung x reader x neteyam fic?]
can we please get one where neteyam becomes olo’eyktan and the reader is promised to him but they just can’t wait?
- an: i’ve had a few more neteyam requests but this one has been more specific so i figured i’d kill a few birds with one stone, thank you sm for sending in this request and i love that you like my reading so much hahaha!!
⤷ neteyam x fem!promisedmate!omaticaya reader
- an: not proof read.
- cw: lower caps intended, aged up!neteyam, smut, p in v, established relationship, both parties are inexperienced and virgins, oral (f!receiving), brief fingering, ground humping, oral (m!receiving), neteyam’s a bit whiny/needy, reader is teasing, let me know if i’ve missed out on anything!
- wc: 7.1k
- summary: neteyam has waited for you as long as you've waited for him. but after his ceremony as olo'eyktan, neither of you can pretend to wait any longer. the tension finally breaks after you and neteyam sneak away quietly towards a secluded clearing beneath bioluminescent trees.
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the ceremonial fires cast dancing shadows across neteyam's face as he kneels before the gathered clan, and you cannot look away.
you've known this day would come since you were both barely more than children, since your parents and his agreed that you would one day stand beside him as tsahìk when he became olo'eyktan. you've trained together, hunted together, shared secrets beneath the bioluminescent canopy of eywa's forest. you know the scar on his shoulder from a thanator's claw, the way his jaw tightens when he's uncertain but won't show it, how his laugh sounds in the quiet moments when duty doesn't weigh so heavily on him.
but you've never had him. not fully. not in the way your body has been crying out for these past months.
the elders' voices rise in the ancient songs as they paint the ceremonial marks across his chest and arms, white clay mixed with sacred oils, symbols of leadership and protection. each stroke of their fingers seems to take an eternity. your own skin prickles with heat despite the cool evening air, remembering the stolen touches you've shared: his hand lingering at the small of your back, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, that one night when you'd pressed against each other in the darkness and felt every hard plane of his body against yours before he'd pulled away, breathing hard, reminding you both that tradition demanded you wait.
wait until after his ceremony. wait until after your mating ceremony before eywa.
but waiting has become its own exquisite torture.
neteyam's eyes find yours across the ceremonial circle, and even in the firelight, you can see the gold flecks in them. his gaze holds yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch, makes heat pool low in your belly. you see it there, the same hunger you feel, barely restrained beneath his ceremonial composure. his tail flicks once, twice, a tell you've learned to read.
he wants you too. desperately.
the ceremony continues. his father, jake sully, toruk makto and the olo'eyktan who led the people through war, places his hands on neteyam's shoulders. the words he speaks are in the old tongue, passed down through generations of leaders. you understand them, have studied them as you've studied everything required of a future tsahìk, "you are no longer only a son. you are father to the people. you are their shield and their spear. you are the strength of eywa's will."
neteyam responds in a voice steady and strong, accepting the weight of leadership, and pride swells in your chest alongside the desire. this is the man you will bind yourself to. strong, honorable, worthy of the people's trust.
and tonight, after the celebration, after the clan has drunk their fill of pongu pongu and the elders have retired, you will finally have a moment alone with him. not for the full mating, that sacred bond before eywa must still wait for the proper ceremony. but perhaps.. perhaps some of this aching tension can finally find release.
the thought makes your skin flush, tingling with anticipation.
the ceremony concludes with a great cry from the gathered omaticaya. neteyam rises, now olo'eyktan, and the people surge forward to celebrate. but his eyes never leave yours as he moves through the crowd, accepting congratulations and well-wishes, each step bringing him closer to where you stand.
your heart pounds against your ribs like a drum.
the celebration erupts around you like a living thing, drums pounding, voices raised in song, bodies swaying in traditional dances that honor the new olo'eyktan. you’re swept into the festivities, expected to stand at neteyam's side as his promised mate, to smile and accept the clan's blessings for your future union.
but every moment feels like torture.
neteyam's hand finds the small of your back as an elder approaches, the touch seemingly innocent, appropriate even. but his fingers press just a fraction too firmly, his thumb tracing a small circle against your skin that makes your breath catch. when you glance up at him, his expression remains perfectly composed as he speaks with the elder, but there's a tightness around his eyes, a tension in his jaw that you've learned to read.
he’s struggling too.
"the people are blessed to have such a strong olo'eyktan," you murmur when the elder moves away, your voice lower than necessary. "and i am blessed to be promised to him."
his hand flexes against your back. "you test my patience, yawntutsyìp," he breathes, the endearment rough with barely restrained want. "standing here looking at me like that."
"like what?" you're playing with fire and you know it.
"like you want me to forget every rule, every tradition, and take you right here before eywa and everyone."
heat floods through you, pooling low in your belly. your stomach tingles so intensely it almost aches. "perhaps i do."
a muscle jumps in his jaw. someone calls his name, another well-wisher, and he's forced to turn away, but not before his fingers trail deliberately down your spine, leaving fire in their wake.
the celebration continues. you’re separated by the crowd, by duty, by the endless stream of clan members wanting to honor their new leader. but your eyes find each other constantly across the gathering. when you're pulled into a dance, his gaze tracks your every movement, dark and hungry. when he's offered pongu pongu, his lips wrap around the cup's edge and you remember the feel of those lips against your neck during stolen moments before, and you have to look away before you do something reckless.
the night stretches on endlessly. your skin feels too tight, too hot despite the cool evening air. every accidental brush of his body against yours when the crowd presses close feels electric, significant. at one point, he leans down to whisper something about the celebration in your ear, and his breath against your skin makes you shiver so visibly that he notices, his hand coming up to steady you at your waist.
"are you well?" he asks, concern flickering across his features even as his fingers dig into your hip with barely restrained need.
"no," you admit quietly, honestly. "i need.. neteyam.."
"i know." his voice is strained. "i know, paskalin. soon."
but soon feels impossible when every nerve in your body is screaming for his touch.
finally.. finally, the elders begin to retire. the celebration mellows, some clan members drifting away to their homes, others settling into quieter conversations around the dying fires. neteyam catches your eye across the gathering, and something passes between you. an understanding. a decision.
he makes his excuses gracefully, as befitting a new olo'eyktan who has endured a long ceremony. no one questions when you slip away moments later, taking a different path into the forest.
your feet know where to take you, a place you've met before in secret, a small clearing near one of the sacred paths to the tree of souls. secluded enough for privacy, but close enough to the people's territory to remain proper. or as proper as this can be.
when you arrive, he's already there, pacing like a palulukan in a cage. the moment he sees you, he goes still.
you're both breathing hard despite the short walk. the bioluminescent forest glows softly around you, painting his skin in shades of blue and purple, making his eyes seem to burn in the darkness.
"we should not," he says, but he's already moving toward you. "the ceremony is not complete. we are not yet-"
"i know what we are not yet," you interrupt, closing the distance between you. "but i know what we are. what we have been promised to be. and i cannot wait another moment neteyam."
your hand reaches up, fingers trembling as they trace the line of his jaw. he closes his eyes, leaning into your touch like a man starving, and when they open again, any pretense of restraint has shattered.
"eywa help me," he breathes, and then his hands are in your hair, tilting your face up to his. "i am yours. i have always been yours."
the first touch of his lips against yours steals the breath from your lungs.
it’s not gentle, there's too much pent-up longing for gentleness. his mouth claims yours with a hunger that makes your knees weak, and you press into him, fingers curling into the intricate beadwork of his olo'eyktan ceremonial collar. he tastes like the sweet juice from the celebration and something uniquely him, and you've imagined this so many times but nothing prepared you for the reality.
when you part for air, he rests his forehead against yours, both of you panting.
"i have wanted this," he confesses, voice rough. "every time i saw you, every moment we were together, i wanted to touch you like this. to kiss you. to-" he breaks off, jaw clenching.
"i know," you whisper, running your hands up his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your palms. "i know, neteyam. i’ve felt the same. watching you, being near you but not able to.." your tail wraps around his leg unconsciously, seeking contact. "it's been torture."
he makes a sound low in his throat and captures your mouth again, deeper this time. his tongue traces the seam of your lips and you open for him eagerly, the kiss turning molten. one of his hands slides from your hair down your spine, pressing you closer until you're flush against him, and you can feel every hard plane of his body, the heat of his skin through the thin ceremonial cloth.
your fingers find the base of his queue and he shudders, breaking the kiss with a gasp.
"careful," he warns, but his voice is strained, wanting. "if you touch me there-"
"i want to touch you everywhere," you admit, emboldened by the darkness and the way he's looking at you like you're something sacred. "i want to know every part of you."
his ears flatten back, then flick forward, and you realize he's trying to maintain control. "we should slow down," he says, but even as he speaks, his hands are moving, one sliding up your side, thumb brushing just beneath your breast. "the ceremony.. we should wait-"
"we've waited long enough." you kiss along his jaw, down to where his pulse beats rapidly in his throat, and feel him tremble. "haven't we earned this? just.. just this much?"
"yes," he breathes, tilting his head back to give you better access. "eywa, yes."
your hands explore the expanse of his back, tracing the patterns of his stripes, feeling the flex of muscle beneath skin. he’s so warm, so solid, and every touch makes you want more. his tail has wound around yours, the intimate gesture making you tingle with awareness and anticipation.
when you press your lips to the hollow of his throat, he groans and suddenly you're moving. he's walking you backward until your back meets the smooth bark of a tree, bioluminescent moss glowing brighter at the contact. his body cages you in, and the position makes you acutely aware of every point where you touch.
"tell me to stop," he says against your mouth, but his hands are sliding down to your hips, gripping firmly. "tell me we should wait for the proper ceremony."
"i don't want you to stop." your hands find the ties of his ceremonial top and he catches your wrists, holding them gently but firmly.
"not yet," he says, and there's something in his voice, a thread of control barely holding. "if we.. i want to savor this. savour you." he brings one of your hands to his lips, kissing your palm, then your wrist, and the tenderness of it makes your chest ache. "i have dreamed of this night. of you. i will not rush it."
the declaration makes heat pool low in your belly. you pull one hand free and cup his face, bringing his gaze to yours. "i see you.. i love you," you tell him, the words you've held back for so long finally free. "not because we were promised. because of who you are. because you are good and strong and-"
he kisses you again, softer this time but no less intense, and you can feel the emotion in it. "i love you, i see you," he murmurs against your lips. "my mate. my heart."
the word 'mate' sends a thrill through you even though the bond isn't complete. his hands slide under the edge of your top, palms hot against your bare skin, and you arch into the touch. he explores slowly, reverently, mapping the curve of your waist, the dip of your spine, and everywhere he touches feels like it's burning.
your own hands find the ties at his shoulder and this time he doesn't stop you as you loosen them, sliding the fabric aside to expose more of his chest. the bioluminescent freckles scattered across his skin seem to glow brighter, and you trace patterns between them with your fingertips, feeling him shudder.
"you're so beautiful," you whisper, and he makes a sound that's half-laugh, half-groan.
"that is what i should be saying to you." his hands slide higher, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts, and your breath catches. "you are... eywa, you are everything."
the forest seems to pulse around you, the sacred energy of this place mixing with your own, and you know you're approaching a precipice. your queue is hypersensitive, tingling with the need to connect, and from the way neteyam's breathing has gone ragged, you know he feels it too.
"neteyam," you breathe, not sure if it's a plea or a prayer.
he rests his forehead against yours again, eyes closed, clearly fighting for control. "i know," he says roughly. "i feel it too. but we should.. we need.."
but neither of you moves to stop. his mouth crashes against yours again, with a hunger that steals your breath. this kiss is nothing like the careful ones before, this is need made manifest, desire finally unleashed. his tongue slides against yours and you taste the sweetness of the ceremonial drink on his lips.
your hands move to his chest, feeling the rapid thunder of his heartbeat beneath your palms. the ceremonial paint is still there, slightly tacky against your fingertips as you trace the patterns across his heated skin. he groans into your mouth at the touch, his own hands sliding down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him.
you can feel him, all of him, hard and wanting against your stomach, and the knowledge that you affect him this way sends liquid heat pooling low in your belly.
"i need.." he gasps against your lips, his forehead pressing to yours. "i need to see you. all of you. please."
his hands are already at the ties of your ceremonial top, fingers fumbling slightly with urgency. you reach up to help him, and together you loosen the intricate knots. the fabric falls away, baring your breasts to the cool night air and his burning gaze.
"eywa," he breathes, reverent. his eyes trace over you like a physical touch, taking in the bioluminescent freckles that dust your skin, glowing softly in patterns unique to you. "you are.. you are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen."
his hands come up slowly, giving you time to stop him, but you don't want to stop anything. when his palms finally cup your breasts, you both shudder. his thumbs brush over your nipples and you gasp, arching into his touch.
"so soft," he murmurs, almost to himself. he leans down, pressing kisses along your collarbone, down your sternum, learning the taste of your skin. when his mouth closes around one peaked nipple, your knees nearly buckle.
your hands fly to his shoulders for support, nails digging into the firm muscle there. he lavishes attention on your breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and harder suction that makes you whimper. your tail wraps around his leg instinctively, pulling him closer.
"neteyam," you breathe, and his ears flick toward you at the sound of his name in your pleasure-roughened voice. "your turn. i want to see you too."
he releases your breast with a soft sound, straightening to look at you. his pupils are blown wide, nearly eclipsing the amber of his eyes. with slightly shaking hands, you reach for the ornamental belt at his waist, the one marking his new status as olo'eyktan.
you unfasten it carefully, setting it aside with the reverence it deserves, before your fingers find the ties of his loincloth. he watches your face as you work, his breathing harsh and uneven.
when the fabric falls away, you can't help but stare. he’s beautiful, all lean muscle and smooth blue skin, bioluminescent freckles creating constellations across his chest, his abdomen, trailing down to where he stands proud and hard for you. his cock is flushed darker, the bioluminescence there pulsing faintly with his heartbeat.
"can i.." you start, reaching out tentatively.
"yes," he hisses. "please, yes."
your fingers wrap around him and he makes a sound you've never heard before, desperate and raw. he’s hot in your hand, silky skin over rigid flesh, and when you stroke experimentally, his hips jerk forward.
"careful," he grits out, his hand coming to still yours. "i am.. it has been only my own hand, and you.. you undo me completely."
the confession makes your core clench with want. you lean up to kiss him again, softer this time, pouring affection into it along with desire. his tail wraps around your thigh, the touch intimate and possessive.
"lie down with me," he murmurs against your lips, already guiding you down to the soft moss. he positions himself above you, taking his weight on his forearms, and for a moment you just look at each other, really look, taking in every detail.
his hand trails down your side, over the curve of your hip, fingers playing with the ties of your own loincloth. "may i?"
"yes," you whisper. "yes, neteyam. i want you to touch me."
he removes the last barrier between you with careful reverence, and then you're both bare beneath eywa's stars, skin to skin, nothing left to hide.
his eyes travel down your body with something like awe, and you feel suddenly exposed in a way that has nothing to do with nakedness. your hands move instinctively to cover yourself, but he catches them gently.
"don't," he breathes. "you are.. i have imagined this, but you are more beautiful than any dream."
the sincerity in his voice makes your eyes sting. "i’m nervous," you admit, the words tumbling out. "i want this.. want you.. but i don't know.."
"i know." he brings your knuckles to his lips. "i am nervous too. we will learn together, yes?"
you nod, and he shifts his weight to one arm, his free hand hovering over your stomach. "tell me if anything is too much. or not enough. tell me what you need."
his palm settles warm against your belly, and you suck in a breath at the contact. he moves slowly, reverently, tracing the curve of your waist, the dip of your navel, learning the landscape of your body. when his fingers brush the underside of your breast, you both freeze.
"is this.. can i?" his voice is rough, strained.
"yes," you manage, and his hand cups you fully, thumb sweeping over your nipple. the sensation shoots straight through you and you arch into his touch with a gasp.
"you like that," he observes, wonder in his tone. he does it again, watching your face intently, cataloging every reaction. when he lowers his head to replace his thumb with his mouth, you cry out, fingers tangling in his braids.
the wet heat of his tongue, the gentle suction, it's overwhelming. your hips lift of their own accord, seeking friction, and you feel him hard and heavy against your thigh.
"neteyam," you whimper. "i need.. i don't know what i need."
he releases your breast with a soft sound, pressing kisses across your chest, your ribs, your stomach. "let me try something. stop me if you want me to stop."
his hands slide down to your thighs, and your breath catches as you realize his intention. he spreads you open carefully, settling between your legs, and the vulnerability of the position makes your heart race.
"beautiful," he murmurs, almost to himself. then his fingers are there, parting your folds with tentative curiosity, and you nearly come off the ground at the contact.
you let out a soft moan, you can't form words, can only feel as he explores you with careful touches, finding where you're slick and hot and aching.
"here?" he asks, circling a spot that makes you see stars. "does this feel good?"
"yes.. great mother, yes-"
he makes a pleased sound, growing bolder, one finger pressing carefully inside you. the intrusion is strange at first, a stretch and fullness you've never felt, but then he crooks his finger and pleasure sparks up your spine.
"you're so tight," he breathes, working his finger deeper. "so warm. i can feel you clenching around me."
the words make you clench harder and he groans, his hips grinding against the moss beneath him. he adds a second finger and you whimper at the stretch, your body adjusting to accommodate him.
"too much?" he asks immediately, stilling.
"no, no, it's good. keep going. please keep going."
he does, establishing a rhythm, his thumb finding that bundle of nerves that makes your vision blur. you're making sounds you've never made before, shameless and desperate, and you can feel something building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter.
"i want to taste you," he says suddenly, and before you can process the words, his mouth is on you.
the sensation is indescribable, his tongue where his thumb had been, his fingers still moving inside you, the vibration of his groan against your most sensitive flesh. your hands fly to his head, holding him there, and he responds with enthusiasm, learning what makes you gasp, what makes you writhe.
his hips move against the moss in desperate, involuntary thrusts, seeking friction he can't find. you can sense him hard and aching against the ground, his whole body tense with need as he loses himself in you. his tail lashes wildly, the bioluminescent spots along its length flaring brighter with each sound you make. he groans against you, deep, needy sounds that vibrate through your core, and you realise he's close, so impossibly close just from tasting you, from hearing the way you fall apart for him.
"neteyam.. " you gasp, threading your fingers through his hair.
he responds by pressing deeper, his fingers curling inside you as his hips grind harder against the moss. his breathing is ragged, almost frantic, and you can feel him trembling against you. he’s completely undone by this, by you, and the knowledge that he's on the verge of coming just from pleasuring you sends another wave of heat through your body. his ears are pinned back, his muscles corded tight, and when you look down at him, his eyes are squeezed shut, his jaw clenched as he fights for control.
"don't stop," you whisper, and he makes a sound like he's in pain, beautiful, desperate pain.
"neteyam.." you mutter breathlessly, something's happening, i feel.. "
"let go," he urges against you. "i have you. let go, yawntutsyìp."
the endearment breaks something in you and you shatter, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you think you might die from it. he works you through it, gentling his touches as you come down, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs.
when you can finally breathe again, you find him watching you with dark, hungry eyes, his lips glistening with evidence of what he's done.
"that was.." you can't finish the sentence.
"perfect," he supplies, crawling back up your body. "you are perfect."
you can taste yourself when you kiss him, strange and intimate, and you feel him hard and insistent against your hip. you hand finds him again and he shudders.
"your turn," you whisper, and his eyes flutter closed.
"you don't have to-"
"i want to." you stroke him firmly and he bites back a moan. "show me. tell me what you like."
his hand covers yours, adjusting your grip, guiding the rhythm. "like this-ah.. tighter, yes, just like that-"
you watch his face as you touch him, fascinated by every expression that crosses it. pleasure, strain, desperate need. his hips move with your strokes, seeking more, and you can feel him getting harder, his breathing ragged.
"i won't last," he grits out. "you feel too good, i can't.."
you kiss along his jaw, and instead of continuing, you ease your grip, and he makes a sound of protest that turns into a gasp as you gently push him onto his back.
"wait, what are you.."
"my turn to explore," you murmur, settling beside him, your hand trailing up his chest. "you took your time with me. it’s only fair."
his chest rises and falls rapidly beneath your palm, his heart racing. "i don't think i can.. you're going to kill me."
"then i’ll kill you slowly." you lean down to kiss his collarbone, feeling him shudder. your fingers trace the bioluminescent patterns across his chest, following the lines down to his abdomen. the glow brighter under your touch, pulsing with his quickened heartbeat.
"you're so beautiful," you whisper, mapping every plane and curve of his body. his muscles jump and flex beneath your exploration, his tail thrashing against the moss. when your fingers brush over his nipple, he arches with a sharp intake of breath.
"sensitive?" you ask, doing it again, and he nods frantically.
"everything.. everything feels too much right now."
you kiss down his chest, following the path your hands traced, tasting salt and something uniquely him. his abs contract as your lips move lower, his breathing growing more ragged with each inch you descend.
"yawne, please.." his voice breaks on the word.
"please what?" you look up at him from where you've paused just above where he needs you most. his pupils are blown wide, his ears pinned back, his whole body taut with anticipation.
"i need.. i don't know, i just need-"
you wrap your hand around him again and he nearly comes off the ground, his hips jerking up involuntarily. "this?"
"yes.. oh, eywa." he groaned.
he's hot and hard in your grip, velvet-soft skin over rigid heat, and you're fascinated by the weight of him, the way he pulses against your palm. you stroke him slowly, learning what makes him gasp, what makes his hips chase your touch.
"you're so hard," you murmur, watching your hand move over him. "does it hurt?"
"yes.. no. i.. i don't-" he can't seem to form coherent thoughts. "don't stop, please don't stop."
but you do slow down, gentling your touch until he's writhing beneath you, his hands fisting in the moss.
"why." he gasps out.
"because i want to learn every part of you first." you lean down, and his whole body goes rigid with anticipation. "tell me if this is too much."
the first touch of your tongue makes him cry out, his tail lashing violently. he tastes clean and slightly bitter, the skin impossibly soft against your lips. you explore him carefully, paying attention to every sound he makes, every twitch and shudder.
his hand comes to your hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needs the anchor. "your mouth is so warm, so perfect-"
you take him deeper and he moans, long and broken, his hips trembling with the effort of holding still. his bioluminescence is flaring bright now, patterns pulsing rapidly across his skin, and you can feel him getting impossibly harder.
"i’m close," he warns, voice strained. "i’m so close, if you keep.."
you pull back, replacing your mouth with slow, gentle strokes of your hand, and he makes a sound between a sob and a laugh.
"you're torturing me."
"i’m savouring you," you correct, kissing his hip, his thigh, anywhere but where he desperately wants your mouth. "there's a difference."
"i'm going to die," he gasps. "you're going to kill me and i’m going to die happy."
you smile against his skin. "not yet." your hand moves over him again, building the rhythm back up, and his whole body goes taut. "tell me how it feels."
"like.. like lightning," he manages. "like fire. like i’m going to burst apart." his voice drops to a desperate whisper. "please, yawne, i need.."
you take him in your mouth again and he groans, his back arching, his hand tightening in your hair. you can feel him throbbing, right on the edge, his whole body trembling.
and you slow down again, just enough to keep him hovering there, not quite enough to push him over.
"no! no, please, i was so close-" he’s begging now, shameless, his hips trying to thrust up for more friction. "please, i need to..i can't take anymore."
"yes, you can," you murmur, your hand moving in long, slow strokes that make him whimper. "just a little longer. i want to feel you completely desperate for me."
you build him up again, faster this time, your mouth and hand working together until he's gasping your name like a prayer, his bioluminescence blazing, his whole body drawn tight as a bow. you can feel him right there, right on the precipice.
and this time, you don't stop.
his reaction is immediate and devastating. his back arches completely off the moss, his hips jerking up as he comes with a broken cry of your name. his hand fists in your hair, not pulling but holding on like you're the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. his other hand claws at the moss beneath him, tearing it loose. his tail goes completely rigid before wrapping tight around your arm, trembling violently.
you can feel him pulsing in your mouth, hot and overwhelming, and you keep going, drawing it out, taking everything he has to give.
his bioluminescence flares bright, patterns racing across his skin like lightning, and the taste of him floods your senses, something that makes you moan around him.
"oh.. oh eywa." he’s shaking now, his whole body trembling as wave after wave crashes through him. his thighs are quaking on either side of you, every muscle in his abdomen clenched tight, and he keeps gasping your name between broken moans that sound almost like sobs.
you gentle your movements as he starts to come down, but you don't stop completely, drawing out every last aftershock until he's whimpering, oversensitive and overwhelmed. only then do you release him, pressing soft kisses to his hip, his stomach, anywhere you can reach.
"come here," he gasps, his voice wrecked. "please, i need.. come here.. "
you crawl up his body and he immediately pulls you down into a desperate kiss, his arms wrapping around you so tight you can barely breathe. he’s still trembling, still catching his breath, he kisses you like he's trying to pour everything he feels into it.
when you finally break apart, he buries his face in your neck, his chest heaving. "i..that was.. " he laughs breathlessly, the sound shaky. "i did not last long at all. i’m sorry, i.. "
"don't apologise," you murmur, running your fingers through his braids. "that was perfect. you were perfect."
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes still glazed with pleasure, his pupils blown wide. "i have never felt anything like that in my life." his hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. "but i want-" he swallows hard, his gaze dropping to your lips, then lower. "-i want to be inside you. i want to feel you around me. i want.." his voice drops to a whisper. "i want everything with you."
the heat that had dimmed slightly roars back to life in your belly. you can feel him already starting to harden again against your thigh, his recovery quick, his desire for you apparently endless.
"then take me," you whisper against his lips.
he kisses you again, deep and slow, before settling between your legs. his hands are trembling slightly as he positions himself, and you can see the mixture of desire and nervousness in his eyes, the weight of this moment settling over both of you.
"i don't want to hurt you," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. one hand comes up to cup your face while the other braces beside your head. "tell me if.. if i need to stop. promise me."
"i promise," you breathe, reaching up to touch his face, tracing the bioluminescent freckles that glow brighter with his arousal. "i trust you, neteyam."
he lines himself up, and you feel the blunt pressure of him against your entrance. your breath catches, he feels bigger like this, the reality of what's about to happen suddenly very present. but you want this. you want him.
he pushes forward slowly, so slowly, and you feel the initial stretch as he begins to enter you. it’s not painful yet, just intense, a fullness, a pressure that makes you gasp.
"okay?" he asks immediately, freezing in place. his whole body is tense, trembling with the effort of holding still. "should i-"
"keep going," you whisper, your hands sliding down to grip his shoulders. "just.. slowly."
he nods, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as he pushes in another inch. the stretch intensifies, becoming uncomfortable, a burning sensation that makes you wince slightly. he sees it immediately, his eyes going wide with concern.
"i’m hurting you."
"no, don't stop," you say quickly, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "it’s just.. it's a lot. but i want this. i want you. please, neteyam."
he takes a shaky breath and continues, moving so carefully it must be torture for him. another inch, and you can't help the small sound of discomfort that escapes. the pressure is overwhelming, the stretch bordering on painful as your body tries to accommodate him.
"breathe," he murmurs against your lips, his own breathing ragged. "breathe with me, yawntutsyìp."
you do, matching your breaths to his, and it helps. slowly, incrementally, he pushes deeper. the discomfort is still there, but underneath it you can feel something else building, a different kind of intensity, a fullness that's starting to feel right.
"almost," he gasps, and you can hear the strain in his voice, see it in every line of his body. his tail has wrapped around your thigh, holding you close, and his bioluminescence is flaring bright, pulsing in waves. "just a little more.. eywa.." he groans.
and then he's fully inside you, buried to the hilt, and you both go completely still.
the sensation is overwhelming. you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, every nerve ending alive and singing. the discomfort is still there but fading, being replaced by something deeper, a sense of completion, of rightness, of finally being joined with him in the most intimate way possible.
you suck in a breath, your eyes fluttering closed. "teyam.."
"i know," he gasps against your neck, his whole body shaking. "i know. you feel-" he breaks off with a shuddering breath. "so tight. so warm. i feel like i’m going to come apart."
his forehead presses against yours, and you open your eyes to find him staring at you with such intensity, such love, that it steals your breath. your bioluminescence is pulsing in perfect sync with his, your hearts beating together, your breaths mingling.
"i love you," he whispers, his voice breaking. "i love you so much."
"i love you too," you manage, your hands coming up to frame his face. "move ‘teyam."
he pulls back slowly, so slowly, and the drag of him inside you makes you gasp. the discomfort has faded almost entirely now, replaced by a building pleasure that makes your toes curl. when he pushes back in, you moan, your back arching.
"good?" he asks, his voice strained.
"yes," you breathe. "yes, don't stop."
he establishes a rhythm, slow and careful, each thrust deliberate. his tail tightens around your thigh, his hand sliding down to grip your hip, holding you steady as he moves. the pleasure builds with each stroke, the initial pain now just a memory as your body adjusts to him, welcomes him.
"you're perfect," he gasps, his movements becoming slightly less controlled. "so perfect. i never want this to end."
you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the angle makes you both cry out. he’s hitting that spot inside you that sends sparks of pleasure through your entire body, and you can feel yourself getting wetter, making each thrust easier, smoother.
"faster," you whisper, your nails dragging down his back.
he complies, his hips snapping forward with more force, and the pleasure intensifies. you’re both lost in it now, in the rhythm, in the sensation of your bodies moving together. his tail wraps tighter, his hand grips harder, and you can feel him everywhere, inside you, around you, consuming you completely.
the pleasure builds higher, tighter, coiling in your core like a spring wound too tight. neteyam's movements become more desperate, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your neck. you can feel him trembling, feel how close he is, and you're right there with him, teetering on the edge of something vast and overwhelming.
your queue tingles where it rests against your shoulder, the sensation suddenly impossible to ignore. without thinking, your hand reaches back, fingers wrapping around the end of your braid. the moment you touch it, neteyam's eyes snap to yours.
"yes," he mumbles, and his own hand moves to his queue, bringing it forward between your bodies.
"the bond," you whisper, your heart hammering. "neteyam, if we do this.."
"i know." his voice is fierce, certain, even as his body continues moving inside you. "i know what it means. i want it. i want you. forever."
the weight of it settles over you, this is permanent, sacred, the most profound connection two na'vi can share. but there's no hesitation in your heart, no doubt. only certainty, only love, only the desperate need to be his completely.
"forever," you agree, and bring your queue forward to meet his.
the tendrils emerge, pink and seeking, reaching for each other with an eagerness that mirrors your own desperation. when they touch, you both gasp. the tendrils intertwine, wrapping around each other in an intricate dance, and then.
the bond completes.
the sensation is beyond anything you could have imagined. it’s like being struck by lightning and submerged in warm water simultaneously, like every nerve in your body igniting at once. suddenly you can feel everything, not just your own pleasure, but his.
you feel how tight you are around him, how perfect, the wet heat gripping him with each thrust. you feel his pleasure building, the tension coiling in his lower belly, the overwhelming sensation of being inside you. you feel his love for you, vast and consuming, and his awe at this moment, at you, at the bond forming between you.
and he feels you. the fullness, the stretch, the way he hits that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes. he feels your love for him, fierce and unwavering. he feels how safe you feel with him, how cherished, how completely undone you are by his touch.
the doubled sensation is overwhelming. every thrust is magnified, felt from both sides. you feel yourself clenching around him while simultaneously feeling that tightness gripping him. the pleasure feeds back on itself, building exponentially, and you're both crying out, your bioluminescence flaring in perfect synchronization, patterns of light dancing across your skin in matched rhythm.
"fuck.." neteyam's voice breaks, his movements becoming erratic. "i can feel.. you feel so-"
"don't stop," you gasp, because you can feel how close he is, and that sensation combined with your own pleasure is pushing you rapidly toward the edge. "neteyam, i’m going to-"
"together," he manages, his hand finding yours, fingers interlacing. "come with me, yawne. let me feel it."
he thrusts deeper, harder, and through the bond you feel his control shatter at the same moment yours does. the orgasm crashes over you both simultaneously, and the sensation is indescribable. you feel your own body clenching and pulsing around him while feeling his release, the overwhelming pleasure of his climax, the way you grip him as he spills inside you. it’s doubled, mirrored, infinite. his pleasure feeding yours feeding his in an endless loop that seems to go on forever.
you're both crying out, your voices mingling, your bodies trembling violently.
your bond. your souls are intertwined.
when it finally subsides, you're both shaking, gasping for breath, clinging to each other like you might drift away if you let go. neteyam collapses against you, his weight pressing you into the soft moss, and you wrap your arms around him, holding him close.
through the bond, you feel his overwhelming emotion. joy, love, awe, and a bone-deep satisfaction that mirrors your own. you feel his racing heart, his trembling muscles, his complete contentment.
"we're mated," he whispers against your neck, his voice full of wonder. "truly mated. you're mine, and i’m yours, before eywa."
you're bound now, forever, your souls connected in a way that can never be undone. and you've never been more certain of anything in your life.
"before eywa.. forever," you whisper back, and through the bond, he feels the absolute truth of it.
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hii! this kinda sucks ass in my opinion but i do hope it’s good enough and enjoyable enough for you guys :)) thank you sm for the request and as always any support towards my work is very appreciated.
i wish whoever is reading this a good rest of your day, thank you! - maya 🪼
- an: hope you don’t mind me making the reader metkayina!! thank you for the request!! also, as always, this isnt proofread, i just read as i write lol.
- cw: lower caps intended, aged up!lo’ak, p in v, smut, lo’ak is a perv, masturbation (with others in the room), scent kink, slight voyeurism?, lo’ak is a tad obsessive, loincloth stealing/sniffing, dirty talk, oral sex (f!recieving), brief fingering, creampie, let me know if i missed out on anything!
- wc: 8.1k
- summary: upon their arrival to awa’atlu, lo’ak becomes smitten with the girl tasked with teaching them the ways of the reef. what starts as innocent quickly becomes an obsession he can't control, one that has him stealing glimpses, scents, and eventually, much more.
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lo'ak knew he was fucked the moment he saw you.
the sully family had barely made it through the initial scrutiny of the metkayina, ronal's sharp eyes cataloging every difference, every weakness, tonowari's measured welcome feeling more like a test than a greeting, when you emerged from the crowd.
you moved with the fluid grace that all reef na'vi seemed to possess, your broader tail swaying behind you, the delicate membranes of your arms catching the light. but it wasn't just that. it was the way the sun hit your skin, making the subtle patterns there shimmer. the way your hair, adorned with shells and pearls, cascaded down your back. the soft curve of your lips as you smiled at tonowari, nodding at whatever instruction he gave you.
and then those eyes, those impossibly bright eyes, turned toward his family.
toward him.
lo'ak felt his stomach drop.
"this is one of our most promising young women," tonowari announced, gesturing you forward. "she will help your family learn our ways. teach you what you need to survive here."
you stepped closer, and lo'ak caught it, your scent. clean and salt-sweet, like sun-warmed ocean and something else, something distinctly you that made his head swim. his ears flattened instinctively, and he prayed to eywa that no one noticed the way his tail had gone rigid behind him.
"it is an honor," you said, your voice soft but clear. you pressed your fingers to your forehead, then extended them outward in greeting. "i am happy to help."
jake returned the gesture, ever the diplomat. neytiri followed suit, though her expression remained guarded. kiri smiled, genuinely warm. tuk bounced excitedly.
and lo'ak? lo'ak just stared like an idiot.
"bro," neteyam muttered under his breath, elbowing him sharply in the ribs. "stop looking at her like that."
lo'ak's face burned. he quickly mimicked the greeting gesture, his movements clumsy and too late.
smooth. real smooth.
your smile didn't falter, though. if anything, it seemed to brighten, and lo'ak felt his heart stutter in his chest. "we begin tomorrow, yes? i will show you the village, teach you to swim properly, to ride the ilu."
"we know how to swim," lo'ak said, the words coming out more defensive than he intended.
"forest swimming," you replied gently, no judgment in your tone. "the ocean is different. you will see."
and with that, you turned and walked away, your hips swaying naturally with each step, the woven band across your chest shifting slightly, the intricate loincloth that hung low on your hips, layers of woven fabric and shells, moving like water itself.
lo'ak watched you go, unable to tear his eyes away from the curve of your waist, the strong lines of your legs, the way your tail moved in perfect counterbalance to your stride.
"dude." neteyam's voice was sharp now. "seriously?"
"what?" lo'ak hissed back, finally breaking his gaze.
"you were practically drooling."
"was not."
"were too."
jake cleared his throat, giving both of them a look that promised a conversation later. lo'ak bit back a groan.
that night, lying in the unfamiliar marui assigned to their family, lo'ak couldn't sleep. his mind kept circling back to you. the way you'd looked at him, not with the disdain or pity he'd grown used to, but with simple kindness. the way you'd moved. that scent.
he shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the heat building in his body. this was ridiculous. he’d just met you. barely even spoken to you. and yet..
he couldn't stop thinking about the woven band across your breasts, the way it had clung to your skin. the layered loincloth that left your thighs bare. he wondered what it would feel like, that fabric. wondered if it would still be warm from your body if he-
stop it, he told himself firmly. stop being a creep.
but his body didn't listen. he was already half-hard, his cock pressing uncomfortably against his own loincloth. he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think of anything else. tried to focus on the sound of the ocean, the unfamiliar sway of the marui on the water.
it didn't work.
all he could see behind his closed eyelids was you. all he could imagine was that scent, stronger, surrounding him. he wondered what you smelled like up close. wondered if that sweetness would be more intense at your neck, your wrists. between your—
"fuck," he breathed, barely audible.
across the marui, neteyam shifted in his sleep. lo'ak froze, holding his breath until he was sure his brother hadn't woken. then, carefully, quietly, he slipped his hand beneath his loincloth.
this was wrong. he knew it was wrong. you’d been nothing but kind, and here he was, touching his cock to the thought of you like some kind of pervert.
but he couldn't stop.
he bit his lip to keep silent as he stroked himself, his mind filling with images of you. your smile. your eyes. the curve of your body. that scent. he imagined getting closer to you during the lessons, imagined catching that scent again, stronger. imagined accidentally brushing against you, feeling the warmth of your skin.
imagined you noticing the effect you had on him. imagined those bright eyes dropping down, seeing how hard he was for you.
the thought sent him over the edge faster than he expected. he came with a strangled gasp, spilling into his hand, his whole body shuddering with the release.
shame crashed over him immediately after.
what the hell was wrong with you?
but even as he cleaned himself up as quietly as possible, even as he tried to convince himself this was just a one-time thing, just the stress of everything that had happened..
he knew he was lying to himself.
tomorrow, he'd see you again. tomorrow, he'd be close to you, learning from you, breathing the same air.
and lo'ak had no idea how he was going to survive it without completely losing his mind.
the next morning came too quickly yet not quickly enough.
lo'ak had barely slept, his dreams a confused tangle of water and skin and that scent that had already burned itself into his memory. when he finally dragged himself up, neteyam gave him a knowing look that made him want to sink through the woven floor of the marui.
"rough night?" his brother asked, too innocently.
"shut up."
but when they emerged into the early morning light and lo'ak saw you waiting on the beach, any embarrassment evaporated, replaced by that same dizzying rush of want.
you wore a different loincloth today, still layered and intricately woven, but the shells caught the light differently. the breast band was the same style, but this one had tiny blue beads worked into it. your hair was pulled back, revealing the elegant line of your neck.
lo'ak swallowed hard.
"good morning," you greeted them, that same warm smile in place. "are you ready to begin?"
no, lo'ak thought. i’m really, really not.
but he nodded anyway, following you toward the water, trying desperately not to stare at the way your body moved, trying not to think about what he'd done last night.
trying and failing spectacularly at both.
this was going to be a long day.
te water was warm, but it did nothing to cool the heat building under lo'ak's skin.
you waded in ahead of them, the ocean rising to your waist, then your ribs, the water streaming down your body in rivulets that caught the morning light. lo'ak watched, transfixed, as droplets traced the curve of your spine, disappearing beneath the woven band across your chest. the fabric darkened where the water touched it, clinging to your skin in a way that made his mouth go dry.
"the first thing you must learn," you said, turning to face them, "is how to breathe. the way of water is different from the way of the forest. you must slow your heartbeat, expand your lungs. let me show you."
you demonstrated, your chest rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. lo'ak's eyes tracked the movement helplessly. the beaded band shifted with each breath, and he could see the shape of you beneath it, the soft curves that the thin fabric did nothing to hide when wet.
stop staring, he commanded himself. she's trying to teach you something important and you're being a complete-
"lo'ak? are you watching?"
his eyes snapped up to your face, heat flooding his cheeks. "y-yeah. yes. breathing. i got it."
your smile was patient, knowing. "good. now, all of you, try with me."
he tried. he really did. but it was impossible to concentrate when you moved closer, when you reached out to place a hand on his chest to feel his breathing pattern. your palm was warm even through the water, your fingers splayed across his sternum, and lo'ak forgot how to breathe entirely.
"too fast," you murmured, and fuck, your voice was soft, almost intimate. "slow down. like this."
you pressed a little firmer, and lo'ak became acutely aware of how close you were, how your body was just inches from his in the water, how if he just leaned forward slightly he could-
"feel how I breathe," you continued, taking his hand and placing it on your own chest, just above the band.
lo’ak nearly choked. his palm rested against your skin, feeling the slow rise and fall, the steady beat of your heart beneath his fingers. your skin was so soft, so warm, and he could feel everything, every breath, every subtle shift of your body.
this is educational, he told himself desperately. this is just teaching. don’t make it weird. don’t make it-
but his body had other ideas. he felt himself starting to harden, his cock stirring in his loincloth, and panic seized him. the water. thank eywa for the water. it would hide it. it had to hide it.
"better," you said, pulling back, and lo'ak nearly whimpered at the loss of contact. "now, we practice diving. watch me."
you dove beneath the surface, your body cutting through the water with effortless grace. lo’ak watched your form disappear into the blue-green depths, watched the way your legs kicked, the way your tail moved, the way the layered loincloth floated around your hips before settling back against your body when you surfaced.
water streamed down your face, your neck, between your breasts. a droplet clung to your lower lip before falling, and lo'ak wanted to catch it with his tongue, wanted to taste the salt on your skin.
"your turn," you said brightly.
lo'ak dove, grateful for the excuse to hide his face, to put some distance between you and his increasingly obvious problem. the water was murky enough, wasn't it? surely you couldn't see.
but when he surfaced, you were right there, closer than before.
"good," you praised, reaching out to adjust his arm position. your fingers trailed down his bicep, correcting the angle. "but keep your arms tighter to your body. like this."
you demonstrated on yourself, pressing your arms close to your sides, and the motion pushed your breasts together, the beaded band straining. lo’ak stared, unable to help himself, imagining what it would be like to untie those strings, to peel the wet fabric away, to-
"lo'ak?"
"right! yes. arms. tight. got it."
neteyam shot him a look from a few feet away, something between amusement and exasperation. kiri rolled her eyes. tuk was oblivious, practicing her diving with enthusiasm.
the lesson continued, and lo'ak's torture along with it. every time you touched him to correct his form, every time you demonstrated a technique, every time you smiled at him with that patient, encouraging warmth, he felt himself getting harder, more desperate.
at one point, you swam beneath him to show the proper leg movement, your body gliding under his, and he caught a glimpse down the front of your breast band, saw the curve of soft flesh, and nearly lost his mind.
she's just teaching, he repeated like a mantra. she doesn't know what she's doing to you. she’s being nice and you're being a perverted skxawng who can't control himself.
but then you surfaced right in front of him, so close your chest nearly brushed his, water streaming down your body, your lips parted as you caught your breath, and lo’ak knew he was absolutely, completely fucked.
"you are doing well," you said, and your hand came to rest on his shoulder, a casual touch that sent electricity racing down his spine. "all of you. we will practice more tomorrow."
as you waded back toward shore, lo'ak hung back, waiting for his body to calm down, watching the way the water sluiced off your skin, the way your loincloth clung to the curve of your ass, the way you reached up to adjust your breast band, retying one of the strings that had come loose.
you went and picked your belongings on a flat rock near the shore, a woven pouch, a small carved comb, but draped over the edge, another loincloth, the same one you were wearing earlier.
you must of changed out of it some time whilst he was in the water, not paying any attention.
lo’ak froze, staring at it.
that caught his eyes, fixed on it, his mind already racing with thoughts he shouldn't be having, with possibilities he shouldn't be considering.
you must have forgotten it in your hurry to get to your next task.
just a piece of fabric, he told himself.
it was just a piece of woven fabric. intricate metkayinan craftsmanship, the kind all the reef people wore. nothing special.
but he was already imagining what it would smell like. what it would feel like in his hands.
what it would be like to have something of yours, something intimate, something that had touched your skin.
his feet were moving before his brain caught up.
don't. don’t do it. this is wrong. this is so fucking wrong.
but his hand was already reaching out, fingers brushing the still-damp fabric. it was warm from the sun, soft from wear. and it smelled like you. salt and something sweeter, something distinctly you.
his cock throbbed.
lo'ak's eyes darted around the beach. empty. everyone was occupied with evening tasks. no one was watching. no one would know.
his heart hammered as he snatched the loincloth, bunching it quickly in his fist and pressing it against his stomach, hidden. guilt twisted in his gut even as arousal pulsed hot through his veins.
i’ll return it tomorrow. i’ll just.. i’ll give it back. say i found it.
the lie was flimsy even to his own ears.
that night, lo'ak waited until his family was asleep.
the marui was quiet except for the gentle sounds of breathing.
lo'ak's hand trembled as he pulled the loincloth from where he'd hidden it beneath his sleeping mat.
even in the darkness, he could make out its shape. could smell it.
as messed up as it was, his cock was already hard, had been half-hard since he'd stolen it hours ago. the ache was unbearable.
slowly, carefully, lo'ak brought the fabric to his face.
the scent hit him like a wave, salt and skin and you. he inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back, a soft groan catching in his throat. he bit his lip hard to keep quiet, his free hand already shoving his loincloth aside, wrapping around his aching cock.
fuck. fuck, you smell so good.
he imagined you wearing it. imagined the fabric pressed against your skin, between your legs, soaking up your scent throughout the day. imagined what you’d look like if he could peel it off you himself, if those hands that had touched him so innocently, today touched him with intent.
lo'ak stroked himself faster, the loincloth pressed against his nose and mouth, breathing you in. his hips thrusted up into his fist as he pictured you beneath him, those pretty eyes wide, your body yielding, those sweet moans slipping out of your mouth.
"lo'ak, you're doing so well," you’d say, breathy and wanting, not the patient teacher voice but something desperate-
his orgasm hit him hard and sudden, his whole body going rigid as he came across his stomach and hand, biting down on the fabric to muffle the sound threatening to escape. pleasure whited out his vision for a moment, intense and shameful as he tasted you on his tongue.
when he came back to himself, the guilt crashed over him immediately.
he lay there panting softly, cum cooling on his skin, your loincloth still clutched in his hand. what the fuck was wrong with him? this was, this was violating. creepy. if anyone ever found out-
if you ever found out..
his body buzzed with satisfaction.
he should return it. tomorrow. first thing. he’d leave it somewhere you’d find it, pretend he'd never seen it.
but even as he thought it, he was carefully folding the loincloth, tucking it back into its hiding place beneath his mat.
just one more time, maybe. just once more, and then he'd give it back.
lo’ak closed his eyes, shame and anticipation warring in his chest.
days went by.
lo'ak had discovered the spot a days into them settling here after exploring the island, a small cove tucked behind a formation of volcanic rocks, hidden from the main beach by dense tropical vegetation. the water here was calm, crystalline, pooling in a natural lagoon that caught the afternoon sun. more importantly, it was completely secluded. no one came here.
or so he thought.
it had become his refuge. his secret place where he could indulge the obsession that had taken over every waking thought.
he'd told his family he was going to practice diving alone, needed to work on his breathing without an audience. another lie to add to the growing collection. the stolen loincloth was tucked into his waistband, hidden beneath his own, a constant presence that made his cock half-hard just from knowing it was there.
now he sat on the smooth rocks at the lagoon's edge, completely alone, his own loincloth discarded beside him. the stolen fabric was clutched in his fist, pressed against his face as his other hand worked his rigid length with desperate, practiced strokes.
"fuck," he groaned into the fabric, inhaling deeply. your scent had only grown more intoxicating over the past few days, mixing with his own musk from repeated use. it was wrong, so fucking wrong, but he couldn't stop. didn’t want to stop.
he imagined you here with him, imagined pulling that woven band from your chest, peeling away your loincloth layer by layer. imagined the sounds you'd make, the way you'd smell when aroused, the taste of your skin. his hand moved faster, his hips thrusting up into his grip, his head tilted back as he breathed in your scent from the fabric pressed against his nose and mouth.
he was close, so close, his abs tensing as pleasure coiled tight in his belly. just a little more, just-
"lo'ak?"
his entire body went rigid, his eyes snapping open in pure terror.
you stood frozen at the edge of the clearing, maybe ten feet away, a woven basket clutched in your hands. your mouth was slightly open, your eyes wide with shock, locked directly on him. on his naked body sprawled across the rocks. on his hand wrapped around his cock, still hard and flushed dark. on the fabric pressed against his face.
on your fabric.
time seemed to stop. lo'ak's entire body went rigid, his heart lurching into his throat. for a split second, his lust-fogged brain couldn't process what was happening, couldn't understand why you were here, in his secret spot, staring at him while he-
oh fuck. oh fuck, fuck, fuck.
"oh my.." you breathed, and the sound of your voice shattered the frozen moment.
lo'ak jerked into motion, scrambling backward on the rocks, his hand releasing his cock as if it had burned him. the loincloth, your loincloth, fell from his grip, landing on the stone between you like damning evidence. his ears flattened completely against his skull, his tail whipping in agitation behind him as he grabbed desperately for his own discarded loincloth.
"i-this isn't-" his voice cracked embarrassingly. his hands shook as he tried to cover himself, but his cock was still painfully, obviously hard, tenting the fabric he'd barely managed to pull across his lap. "fuck, i didn't think anyone.. I'm sorry, i-"
his face burned with humiliation so intense he felt dizzy with it. his heart hammered against his ribs like it was trying to escape his chest. this couldn't be happening. this couldn't be real. maybe he'd fallen asleep and this was a nightmare, maybe-
but no. you were still standing there, your basket now hanging loosely from one hand, your eyes moving from his face to the fallen loincloth and back again. your expression was unreadable, somewhere between shock and something else he couldn't identify.
"i was just.." lo'ak tried again, his voice rough and desperate. "i was foraging for.. no, that's stupid, i wasn't-" he squeezed his eyes shut, his whole body trembling. "eywa, please just.. just forget you saw this. please."
you didn't move. didn’t speak. the silence stretched out, excruciating, broken only by the gentle lap of water against the rocks and lo'ak's harsh breathing.
finally, you set your basket down slowly, carefully, your movements deliberate. you took one step closer, then another.
"is that..." your voice was quiet, almost tentative. "is that my loincloth?"
lo'ak's eyes snapped open. he looked at the fallen fabric, then back at you, and the expression on your face, recognition, realization dawning, made him want to dive into the lagoon and never surface.
"the one that went missing," you continued, taking another step closer. "after our lesson. a few days ago."
his mouth opened and closed uselessly. what could he possibly say? what explanation could there be that wouldn't make this worse?
"i.." his voice came out as barely a whisper. "yes."
"you took it." still not a question. you were close enough now that he could see your pupils dilating, could see the way your chest rose and fell with quickening breaths. "you've had it this whole time."
"i’m sorry," lo'ak managed, the words tumbling out in a rush. "i know it's fucked up, i know i'm a complete pervert, i just.. i saw it on the rocks after the lesson and i couldn't help myself. i took it and i.." he couldn't finish, couldn't say out loud what he'd been doing with it.
but you were looking at him with those impossibly bright eyes, and he could see you putting it together. could see the exact moment understanding clicked into place.
"you've been..." you trailed off, your gaze dropping to his lap, where his cock was still obviously hard beneath the thin fabric. "how many times?"
the question caught him off guard. he'd expected anger, disgust, for you to call him sick and run back to tell tonowari, to have him exiled for being a creep. but your voice wasn't angry. it was something else. something that made his cock throb despite his mortification.
"every day," he admitted, the words dragging out of him. "multiple times. i can't- i couldn't stop thinking about you. about your scent. i know it's wrong, i know i should have given it back, but i-"
"what were you thinking about?" you interrupted, and your voice had definitely changed now, gone lower, breathier. "just now. when i walked up. what were you imagining?"
lo'ak stared at you, his mind reeling. this wasn't how this was supposed to go. you were supposed to be horrified, not asking him questions in that tone of voice, not looking at him with eyes that had gone dark and hungry.
"i..." he swallowed hard, his tail still lashing behind him but for a different reason now. "i was thinking about you. about what you'd look like without your clothes. what you'd sound like. what you'd..." he trailed off, his face still burning but something else building beneath the embarrassment.
"what i’d what?" you pressed, taking another step closer. you were only a few feet away now, close enough that he could smell you, that same salt-sweet scent that had been driving him crazy, but stronger now, mixed with something else. something that made his nostrils flare.
"what you'd taste like," lo'ak finished, his voice rough. his eyes locked on yours, and he saw your breath hitch, saw your thighs press together slightly. "what you'd smell like when you're turned on."
the words hung in the air between you, charged with tension so thick it was almost suffocating.
"lo'ak," you breathed, and the way you said his name, breathy and wanting, sent a bolt of heat straight to his cock.
something shifted in him then. the embarrassment was still there, hot and uncomfortable, but underneath it was something stronger. want. need. the same desperate hunger that had driven him to steal your loincloth in the first place, that had consumed his thoughts for past few days straight.
and you weren't running. you weren't disgusted. you were standing there looking at him like.. like you wanted this too.
slowly, deliberately, lo’ak let the loincloth fall away from his lap, revealing himself fully again. his cock stood rigid against his stomach, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. he watched your eyes drop to it, watched your lips part, heard the soft intake of your breath.
"yes," he said, his voice steadier now, deeper. "every day. multiple times. i’ve been touching myself with your loincloth pressed against my face, breathing you in, imagining it was you. imagining i could bury my face between your thighs and taste you until i can't think straight."
you chest was heaving now, your hands clenched at your sides. "that’s-you can't just say things like that."
"why not?" lo'ak challenged, his confidence growing with every second you didn't leave, didn't tell him to stop. "it’s the truth. you want to know what else i’ve been thinking about?"
you nodded, almost imperceptibly, and lo'ak felt a surge of arousal rush through him.
"come here," he said, and it came out as a command rather than a request.
you hesitated for only a moment before moving closer, drawn by something in his voice, in his eyes. when you were within reach, lo'ak's hand shot out and caught your wrist, pulling you down to your knees in front of him on the smooth rocks.
"yo want to know what i was thinking about?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. his free hand reached for the discarded loincloth, bringing it up between you. "i was thinking about burying my face between your thighs and breathing you in until I can't think straight." he repeated. "about making you come on my tongue while i memorize every inch of you, your taste, your smell."
"eywa," you breathed, and he could see your thighs pressing together, seeking friction.
"tell me to stop," he said, his eyes locked on yours. "tell me you're not wanting this as much as me and i’ll give this back, apologise, and never bother you again."
you were silent, your breathing heavy, you did want this as much as him.
"that's what i thought," lo’ak said.
he pulled you closer by your wrist, his other hand coming up to cup your jaw.
you didn't tell him to stop. you leaned in.
lo'ak closed the distance between you, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that started hungry and only grew more desperate. your lips were soft, yielding, and when you gasped against his mouth, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours. you tasted like salt and something sweet, and he groaned into your mouth, one hand tangling in your hair while the other slid down to grip your waist.
you kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands moving from his shoulders to his chest, fingers splaying across his skin. lo'ak could feel his heart hammering beneath your palm, could feel the way your body pressed closer to his, seeking more contact.
he broke the kiss only to trail his lips along your jaw, down to that spot just below your ear that he'd been fantasising about for days. when he pressed his nose there and inhaled deeply, your scent flooded his senses, stronger here, more concentrated, that clean salt-sweet smell mixed with the musk of arousal.
"fuck," he breathed against your skin, his voice rough. "you smell so good here. i've been thinking about this spot, wondering if it would be as intoxicating as I imagined." his tongue darted out, tasting your skin, and you shivered in his arms. "better. it's so much better."
"lo'ak," you whimpered, and the sound of his name on your lips like that made his cock throb.
his hands roamed your body, mapping every curve through the fabric of your breast band and loincloth. he traced the line of your spine, feeling you arch into his touch. his palms smoothed over your hips, gripping the soft flesh there, pulling you even closer until you were practically in his lap.
"i want to touch you everywhere," he murmured against your neck, his lips trailing lower, across your collarbone. "want to learn every inch of your body, figure out what makes you gasp, what makes you moan." his hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts through the beaded band.
you were breathing hard now, your chest rising and falling rapidly. lo'ak could feel the heat of your body against his, could feel the way you trembled slightly under his touch. he brought his mouth back to yours, kissing you deeply while his hands continued their exploration, one sliding down to grip your ass, pulling your hips flush against his.
the friction made you both groan. lo'ak could feel the heat of you even through the layers of fabric between you, could feel how wet you must be. he rocked his hips up experimentally, grinding his hard cock against you, and your head fell back with a gasp.
"feel what you do to me?" he asked, his voice rough as he continued the slow grind of his hips. "i’ve been like this for days. hard and aching and desperate for you." he kissed down your throat, feeling your pulse racing beneath his lips. "every time you touched me during lessons, every time you smiled at me, i had to hide how badly i wanted you."
"i didn't know," you gasped, your hips moving with his now, seeking friction. "i thought- i thought you were just shy.."
"shy?" lo'ak laughed, the sound dark and wanting. "i was trying not to embarrass myself by getting hard every time you came near me." his hands slid up your back to the ties of your breast band. "i'm done being shy. i’m done pretending i don't want you so badly i can barely think straight."
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his fingers working at the knots of your breast band. "tell me i can take this off. tell me i can touch you properly."
"yes," you breathed. "yes, please.."
lo'ak made quick work of the ties, slowly peeling the damp fabric away from your skin. his breath caught as your breasts were revealed, perfect and soft, your nipples already hard. "eywa," he muttered, his hands coming up to cup them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. "you're so beautiful. so fucking perfect."
he dipped his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, and you cried out, your hands flying to his hair. he sucked and licked, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud while his hand kneaded your other breast. the taste of your skin was addictive, salt and sweetness, and he could smell you even stronger now, your arousal perfuming the air.
"lo'ak," you moaned, and he switched to your other breast, giving it the same attention while his hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of your waist, the flare of your hips.
he pulled back, his eyes dark as he looked at you—flushed and panting, your lips swollen from his kisses, your breasts marked from his mouth. "stand up," he commanded, his voice rough. "i want to see all of you."
you obeyed on shaky legs, and lo'ak remained kneeling, his hands sliding up your thighs as he looked up at you. slowly, deliberately, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your loincloth. "can i?"
"yes," you whispered.
he untied the intricate knots one by one, taking his time, building the anticipation. each layer of fabric that fell away revealed more of your skin, and lo'ak pressed kisses to every new inch exposed, your hip bones, your lower stomach, the crease where your thigh met your body.
when the last layer finally fell away and you stood completely bare before him, lo'ak had to take a moment just to look. you were stunning, all smooth skin and soft curves, and the scent of your arousal was overwhelming now, making his mouth water and his cock ache.
"perfect," he breathed, his hands sliding up the backs of your thighs. "you’re absolutely perfect." he leaned in, pressing his nose against your hip bone and inhaling deeply.
his hands guided you down, helping you lie back on the smooth rocks. lo'ak moved over you, his erection straining against your stomach. he wanted to take his time, wanted to explore every inch of you before he buried himself inside you.
he started at your wrists, pressing kisses there, his tongue tracing the delicate skin. he moved to your inner elbow, then up to your shoulder, mapping your body with his mouth and nose.
when he reached your neck again, he spent long moments there, kissing and licking and breathing you in while his hands roamed your body. he palmed your breasts, rolled your nipples between his fingers, felt you arch and writhe beneath him.
"touch me," you gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders. "please, lo'ak-"
"i am touching you," he said against your skin, but his hand slid lower anyway, over your stomach, down to your thigh. he could feel the heat radiating from your core, could feel how wet you were without even touching you there yet. "tell me what you want."
"you," you moaned. "i want you.."
his fingers finally slid between your thighs, and you were soaked, slick and hot against his hand. lo'ak groaned at the feeling, his cock throbbing. "fuck, you're so wet. is this all for me? because you caught me with your loincloth?"
"yes," you gasped as his fingers explored your folds, teasing but not quite giving you what you needed. "yes, seeing you like that.. it was so hot.."
"yeah?" lo'ak's fingers circled your clit, making you cry out. "you liked watching me stroke my cock while i breathed you in? liked knowing how desperate i am for you?"
"yes, yes.." you let out a mewl.
he slid one finger inside you, and your walls clenched around him immediately. "so tight," he groaned, working his finger in and out slowly. "can’t wait to feel you around my cock." he added a second finger, stretching you, his thumb finding your clit.
you were writhing beneath him now, your hips rocking against his hand, chasing your pleasure. lo'ak watched your face, memorising every expression, every sound you made. when he curled his fingers inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars, you cried out his name.
"that's it," he encouraged, his fingers moving faster now. "let me hear you. want to know i’m making you feel good."
but before you could get too close, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. the taste of you exploded across his tongue, and he groaned. "eywa, you taste incredible. but I want more than just my fingers." he trailed kisses down your body, over your breasts, your stomach, your hip bones. "i want to taste you properly."
his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as he settled between them. he could see how wet you were, glistening in the dappled sunlight, and the scent of you was overwhelming this close, making him dizzy with want.
"spread your legs wider," he commanded, his voice rough. "let me see all of you."
you obeyed, your thighs falling open, and lo'ak groaned at the sight. you were glistening, swollen and flushed, your arousal evident in the way your pussy practically shone for him. the scent hit him like a physical force,concentrated, intoxicating, making his mouth water and his cock throb almost painfully.
"perfect," he breathed, his hands sliding up your inner thighs, thumbs spreading you open even more. "fuck, look at you. so wet for me already."
he leaned in, inhaling deeply right against your core, and the sound he made was almost animalistic. "you smell incredible. even better than your loincloth." his breath ghosted over your sensitive flesh, making you shiver. "i’m going to take my time with you. going to taste every inch."
lo'ak started slow, almost teasing, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, his nose dragging along your skin as he breathed you in. each kiss brought him closer to where you needed him most, but he deliberately avoided your center, building the anticipation until you were squirming beneath him.
"lo'ak, please.."
"please what?" he nipped at the crease where your thigh met your body, soothing it with his tongue. "tell me what you want."
"your mouth," you gasped. "i need your mouth on me."
"where?" he was being deliberately obtuse now, enjoying the way you writhed. "here?" He kissed your hip bone. "or here?" his lips brushed just beside your folds, so close but not quite touching.
"you know where," you whined, your hips trying to shift toward his mouth.
lo’ak gripped your thighs harder, holding you in place. "say it. want to hear you say it."
"my pussy," you finally gasped out. "please, lo'ak, i need your mouth on my pussy."
"good girl," he praised, and then finally, finally, he dragged his tongue through your folds in one long, slow lick.
the taste exploded across his tongue. lo'ak moaned against your flesh, the vibrations making you gasp and arch. it was even better than he'd imagined during all those nights touching himself to thoughts of you, better than the stolen taste from his fingers moments ago.
"fuck," he groaned, pulling back just enough to look at you, his lips already glistening. "you taste so good. better than anything." then he dove back in, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot, mapping you with dedicated focus.
he licked and sucked, his tongue circling your entrance before dipping inside, fucking you with it while his nose pressed against your clit. he could get drunk on this, on you.
"oh fuck, lo'ak," you moaned, your hands finding his hair, fingers tangling in the braids. "that feels so good."
he pulled back slightly, his chin wet with your arousal. "yeah? you like my tongue inside you?" ye thrust it back in to emphasize his point, and you cried out. "imagine how good my cock's going to feel."
his hands slid under your ass, tilting your hips up, giving him better access. he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked, and the sound you made went straight to his cock. he could feel precum leaking from his tip, his own arousal almost painful, but he ignored it. this was about you, about finally getting to taste you properly, about making you fall apart on his tongue.
lo’ak alternated between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on your clit, learning what made you gasp, what made you moan, what made your thighs tremble around his head. When he found a rhythm that had you practically sobbing his name, he maintained it, relentless and focused.
"don't stop," you begged, your hips rocking against his face. "please don't stop, i’m so close.."
he doubled his efforts, one hand releasing your ass to bring two fingers to your entrance. he pushed them inside as his tongue worked your clit, and you clenched around them immediately. he could feel how close you were, your walls fluttering, your thighs shaking.
"that's it," he encouraged, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in. "come for me. want to taste you coming on my tongue."
he curled his fingers inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars, and combined with the focused attention of his mouth on your clit, it pushed you over the edge. you came with a cry of his name, your body arching off the ground, your thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crashed through you.
lo'ak didn't let up, lapping up every drop of your release, groaning at the taste of you. your flavor intensified as you came, and he was addicted, wanting more, wanting to keep you in this state of pleasure forever. he worked you through it until you were pushing at his head, oversensitive, and only then did he pull back.
hid face was wet with your arousal, his lips swollen, and he looked absolutely wrecked in the best way. "eywa," he breathed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it clean. "i could do that for hours. could live between your thighs, die between them."
you were still trembling, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, and the sight of you, flushed and satisfied and still wanting more, made lo'ak's cock throb almost painfully.
he moved up your body, positioning himself between your thighs, and you could feel his cock pressing against your entrance, hot and hard and ready. his face hovered over yours, and you could smell yourself on him, could see the hunger still burning in his eyes.
"I'm going to ruin you," he groaned, his voice rough with need.
"i want it," you gasped, your hands sliding up his arms to grip his shoulders. "please, lo'ak, i need-"
he captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, and then he was lining himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. he paused there, just barely inside, the anticipation making both of you shake.
"been dreaming about this," he confessed against your lips, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "every night since I met you. imagined how you'd feel wrapped around my cock."
"show me," you breathed. "show me what you've been dreaming about."
lo’ak thrust in with one smooth, powerful motion, burying himself to the hilt, and you both cried out at the sensation. you were so tight, so wet, so perfectly hot around him that lo'ak had to freeze or risk coming immediately. his arms shook with the effort of staying still, his face buried in your neck as he tried to regain control.
"fuck," he groaned, his breath hot against your skin. "you feel incredible. so tight, so perfect. better than anything i imagined."
he could feel every inch of you wrapped around him, your walls clenching and fluttering as you adjusted to his size. the scent of you was even stronger now, mixed with the musk of sex, and it made his head spin. he breathed you in deeply, letting it ground him, letting it fuel the fire burning through his veins.
"move," you finally gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "please, lo'ak, i need you to move." you whined.
he pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, and then thrust back in hard. the sound you made, half gasp, half moan, was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. he did it again, establishing a rhythm, deep and powerful, each thrust making you cry out.
"this what you wanted?" he panted against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "wanted the freak pervert who stole your loincloth to fuck you?"
"yes," you gasped, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "yes, fuck, don't stop.."
lo'ak shifted his angle slightly, and the next thrust had you seeing stars. he’d found that spongey spot inside you, and he focused on it, hitting it with every stroke. his hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with your moans and his grunts.
"you're so wet," he groaned, looking down to where you were joined, watching his cock disappear inside you over and over. "so fucking wet for me. can you hear it?" he moaned out.
you could. the obscene sounds of your coupling filled the small cove, and it only made you wetter. lo’ak could feel it, could feel you dripping down his cock, coating his thighs, and it drove him wild.
he reached beside you, his hand finding the stolen loincloth, and he pressed it against his face as he continued to thrust. the concentrated scent of you from the fabric combined with your real scent surrounding him, the feel of you clenching around his cock, it was almost too much, overwhelming his senses in the best possible way.
"so good," he groaned into the fabric, his eyes rolling back. "you smell so fucking good, feel so good. can’t get enough of you."
his pace increased, becoming more frantic, more desperate. the hand not holding the loincloth slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. he wanted you to come again, needed to feel you fall apart around his cock.
"lo'ak," you moaned, your back arching. "oh fuck, i’m gonna-"
"do it," he commanded, his voice muffled by the fabric but no less authoritative. "come on my cock. want to feel you squeeze me."
he thrust harder, faster, his thumb working your clit relentlessly, and then you were coming, crying out his name as your orgasm crashed through you. your walls clenched around him rhythmically, pulsing, and the sensation combined with your scent overwhelming his senses pushed lo'ak over the edge.
he came with a guttural moan, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled inside you, filling you with his cum. the loincloth was still pressed against his face, and he breathed in your scent through the waves of pleasure, letting it prolong his orgasm until he was shaking with it.
his thrusts became slower, gentler, working you both through the aftershocks until finally he stilled, buried deep inside you, both of you trembling and gasping for breath.
after, lo'ak collapsed beside you, the stolen loincloth still clutched loosely in his hand before he finally let it drop. his breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat cooling on his skin. the post-orgasm haze settled over both of you, that delicious moment of complete satisfaction and exhaustion.
"so," he said finally, his voice rough, a hint of his earlier nervousness creeping back. "are you going to tell everyone i’m some kind of creepy pervert?"
you laughed, a soft sound that made him glance over. "hardly. that was.. definitely not something i’m going to complain about."
lo'ak's ears twitched, a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment. "you’re not mad? about the... you know.. loincloth?"
"next time," you said, your fingers trailing down his chest, "just ask."
"next time?" the word came out hopeful, vulnerable.
your smile was dangerous. "oh, definitely. i want to know exactly what goes on in that head of yours. all those fantasies you've been having."
lo’ak’s cock twitched, already showing interest. you noticed, of course. your hand dropped lower, fingers tracing him deliberately.
"already?" you teased.
"eywa help me," lo’ak muttered. "i’m definitely fucked.
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hi all, hope you enjoyed this and thank you for the request!! as always, any support is appreciated and i hope you have a wonderful day!! - maya 🪼
there's something about your writing that makes me want to print and stick it on my forehead with gorilla glue also could I request a tonowari smut? that big man has me frothing at the mouth
- an: omg that made me giggle out loud, i appreciate that so so much. i wasn’t planning on writing this tonight but i just couldn’t help myself, i hope you like what i’ve wrote!!
that big beefy man is so fine, ugh i get you completely
⤷ tonowari x fem!tsahìk!metkayina!reader
- cw: lower caps intended, just pure filth, newly established relationship, smut, p in v, heat cycle, rough sex, creampie(s), borderline cumflation, reader’s first encounter with someone in heat, reader is a bit oblivious on the topic of heat, knock on effect onto reader from said heat, breeding, knotting, belly bulging, dirty talk, size kink, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, tonowari acts like an animal, let me know if i’ve missed anything!!
- wc: 5.3k, ish
- summary: you, a newly bonded tsahìk, return from your daily duties to find your mate, tonowari, experiencing his first heat cycle.
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you left before dawn.
the marui was still dark, the steady rhythm of tonowari’s breathing deep and even beside you. you moved quietly, careful not to wake him as you unpeeled his much larger arm off your waist and slid out of bed, gathering your things with the practiced silence of someone who had risen early her entire life. as tsahìk, the day would be long, you already knew it. rituals, healings, disputes to mediate and you did not allow yourself to linger.
he did not stir, just continued softly snoring away as you slipped out your shared hut.
by midday, you realised something was wrong.
tonowari had not appeared at the gathering platforms. no patrols had been called, no councils convened, no decisions passed through the familiar channels of authority that always bore his voice. an olo’eyktan did not vanish, not without reason.
you asked carefully. received only shrugs. uneasy glances.
by the time the sun dipped low, painting the reef in amber and rose, the feeling had settled deep in your bones.
when you finally returned, exhaustion heavy in your limbs, the marui greeted you with silence.
not the comfortable quiet of rest.
“tonowari?” you called softly.
no answer.
you followed the feeling rather than sound, your steps slowing as you reached the sleeping alcove. the woven divider was half drawn, as if abandoned in haste. beyond it, the space was dim, lit only by the faint glow of bioluminescent threads woven into the walls.
and there, partially hidden in shadow, he sat.
the air in the marui was thick, almost suffocating. you stood frozen in the entrance, your basket of medicinal herbs forgotten at your feet as you took in the sight before you.
tonowari knelt in the center of your shared space, his massive frame trembling with barely contained tension. his skin glistened with a sheen of sweat despite the ocean breeze that usually kept the marui cool. his chest heaved with labored breaths, muscles flexing and releasing in rhythmic waves as though his body was fighting against itself.
"tonowari?" you repeated, your voice came out smaller than intended.
his head snapped toward you, and you gasped. his eyes, those warm, steady eyes that had always looked at you with such tenderness, were different. the pupils were blown wide, nearly consuming the turquoise of his irises. there was something wild there, something barely leashed.
"you should not-" his voice was rough, scraped raw. he swallowed hard, the column of his throat working. "you should not be here right now, yawne."
but you stepped further inside anyway, letting the woven entrance fall closed behind you. "you are unwell. i am tsahìk. let me help you."
a sound rumbled from deep in his chest, not quite a growl, but close. the primal nature of it sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. "this is not.. this is not something you can simply heal with your herbs."
you moved closer, your training overriding your uncertainty. as tsahìk, you had tended to many ailments, witnessed the na’vi body in countless states. but this... you had never seen this.
"then tell me what it is," you said softly, kneeling a few feet away from him. "help me understand."
tonowari's hands were clenched into fists against his thighs, knuckles pale with the force of his grip. "the heat," he managed, each word seeming to cost him. "it comes.. sometimes. for our kind. i thought i had more time before-" he cut himself off with a sharp inhale as his body shuddered.
heat.
you had heard whispers of it, vague mentions from the elders, but never the details. it had always been spoken of in hushed tones, something private, something sacred and raw.
"how long does it last?" you asked, your healer's mind trying to categorise, to understand.
"days." the word came out almost as a groan. "sometimes longer. i need-" he stopped himself, jaw clenching so hard you could see the muscle jump. "you need to leave. now. before i-"
"before you what?"
his eyes locked onto yours, and the intensity there stole your breath. "before i lose control."
you should have been frightened. perhaps you would have been, if not for the way his entire body was angled away from you, every muscle straining with the effort of maintaining distance. despite the wildness in his eyes, despite the trembling in his massive frame, he was still trying to protect you. even now.
"i am your mate," you said quietly. "i will not leave you to suffer alone."
"you do not understand what you are offering." his voice dropped to something almost guttural. "the heat.. it is not gentle. it is not.. controlled. i would not be myself. i would-" he squeezed his eyes shut, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. "i would breed you. claim you. i would not be able to stop until-"
the words sent a jolt through your body, something hot and liquid pooling low in your belly. you had mated with tonowari before, had joined with him in the way of the na’vi, but there had always been such tenderness, such care. this.. this was something else entirely.
"show me," you whispered.
his eyes flew open in a panicked state, "no."
"i want to understand. show me what the heat does to you."
for a long moment, he simply stared at you, his chest heaving. then, slowly, he shifted. the movement was careful, deliberate, as though he was fighting his body's every instinct.
he turned slightly, and you saw it, the evidence of his arousal, impossible to hide. his loincloth was tented obscenely, and even through the fabric you could see the way his cock strained, could see it twitch and pulse with his heartbeat. but there was something else, something that made your breath catch.
at the base, barely visible, was a swelling. even now, even without stimulation, his body was preparing for something.
"the knot," he gritted out, following your gaze. "it will.. when i am inside, it will swell. lock us together. keep my seed deep until-" he shuddered violently, cutting himself off.
your thighs pressed together involuntarily. the clinical part of your mind was fascinated, cataloging this new information. but the rest of you.. the rest of you was responding to something far more primal.
the scent in the marui had grown stronger. you had noticed it when you first entered, but now it was almost overwhelming, salt and musk and something uniquely tonowari, but amplified, concentrated. it made your head swim, made your skin feel too tight.
"your scent," you murmured, almost to yourself.
he made a pained sound. "it calls to potential mates. tells them i am.. ready. fertile." the last word came out as almost a snarl. "you should not be breathing it in. it will affect you, make you.."
but you were already affected. you could feel it, the way your body was responding without your permission. your nipples had tightened beneath your woven top, your skin felt flushed and sensitive. and between your legs, you were growing wet.
"tonowari," you breathed.
"no." he shook his head violently, hair whipping. "no, you do not want this. not truly. it is the scent, the pheromones. i will not take advantage-"
"i am your mate," you repeated, firmer this time. you moved closer, close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. it was like sitting near a fire. "before eywa, we are bonded. if this is part of you, then i want to know it. all of it."
his control was cracking. you could see it in the way his pupils dilated further, in the way his nostrils flared as he scented you in return. his hands unclenched only to clench again, and you realised he was stopping himself from reaching for you.
"please," he whispered, and you had never heard him sound so desperate. "please, yawne. i am trying. i am trying so hard to-" his words dissolved into a groan as another shudder wracked his frame.
you made your decision.
slowly, deliberately, you reached up and untied your woven top, letting it fall away. your breasts were bare before him, nipples peaked and aching.
the sound that tore from tonowari's throat was nothing short of animalistic.
"what are you doing?" the words were barely intelligible, his accent thickening with his loss of control.
"i am your mate," you said for the third time. "and i am choosing this. i am choosing you. all of you."
you reached for the ties of your loincloth.
"stop." the command was sharp, but his eyes were glued to your movements, tracking every shift of your fingers. "if you do this.. if you bare yourself to me now.. I will not be able to-"
"i know."
the loincloth fell away.
for one heartbeat, two, tonowari remained frozen. his entire body was rigid, every muscle locked and trembling. you could see the war raging behind his eyes, the last threads of his control being tested to their absolute limit.
then you shifted, and your scent, your arousal, reached him fully.
those final threads snapped.
the change was instantaneous. his pupils blew so wide his eyes looked black. his lips pulled back from his teeth in something between a snarl and a grimace. and his body moved before his mind could stop it.
he was on you in a heartbeat.
his massive hands gripped your waist, lifting you as though you weighed nothing. your back hit the woven mat, his body covering yours, and the heat of him was scorching. he was everywhere at once, his scent surrounding you, his weight pressing you down, his breath hot against your neck.
"mine," he growled against your skin, the word vibrating through your bones. "mine. my mate. mine to breed. mine to fill. mine."
his hips were already moving, grinding against you with desperate, uncoordinated need. you could feel his cock, impossibly hard, sliding against your slick folds. the knot at the base was more swollen now, you could feel it catching against your entrance with each thrust.
"tonowari," you gasped, your hands finding his shoulders, his back, anywhere you could touch.
he was mouthing at your neck, your jaw, his teeth scraping over your pulse point. not biting, not yet, but the threat was there. the promise.
"going to fill you," he panted, his voice wrecked. "going to pump you so full. going to knot you, breed you, make sure it takes. need to-need to-"
his hand slid between your bodies, and you felt his fingers at your entrance, testing, preparing. even lost to the heat, some part of him was still trying to care for you, still trying to make sure you could take him.
you were soaked, your body responding to his with an eagerness that might have embarrassed you if you could think clearly. but rational thought was becoming impossible. there was only sensation, his fingers stretching you, his scent in your lungs, his weight anchoring you to the earth.
"please," you heard yourself whimper. "please, i need-"
"i know what you need." his voice was pure gravel, pure sin. "i can smell it. smell how wet you are for me. how ready. your body knows. knows what it needs. knows what i am going to do to it."
he withdrew his fingers, and you felt the blunt head of his cock press against your entrance. he was huge, bigger than you remembered, or perhaps the heat had made him swell even more. for a moment, you wondered if you could take him, if your body could accommodate-
then he began to push inside, and all thoughts scattered.
the stretch was intense, overwhelming. your body yielded to him slowly, accepting him inch by inch. tonowari’s arms were shaking where they bracketed your head, his teeth clenched as he fought to maintain some semblance of control even now.
"so tight," he gritted out. "so perfect. made for me. made to take me. made to-" his hips jerked forward involuntarily, seating himself deeper, and you both cried out.
he was only halfway inside, and already you felt impossibly full. your walls fluttered around him, trying to adjust, and each small movement made him groan.
"more," you gasped, your legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him deeper. "tonowari, please, more-"
his control shattered completely.
with a roar that almost shook the marui, he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. the growing knot pressed against your entrance, not quite inside yet but promising, threatening. your back arched off the mat, a scream tearing from your throat, pleasure and pain and overwhelming fullness all at once.
and then he began to move.
there was nothing gentle about it. nothing careful. the heat had him completely now, instinct overriding everything else, and he fucked into you with a desperation that bordered on violence. each thrust was deep, punishing, driving the air from your lungs. the wet sounds of your bodies joining filled the marui, obscene and primal.
"look at you," he growled, his voice barely recognisable. "look how you take me. so small beneath me, and yet.." he punctuated the words with a particularly brutal thrust that made you sob. "yet you take every inch. every fucking inch of me."
you could barely breathe, barely think. he was so deep, reaching places inside you that you hadn't known existed. the stretch was almost too much, your body struggling to accommodate his size, but the pleasure was devastating. each drag of his cock against your walls sent sparks of sensation through your entire body.
"tonowari," you gasped, your nails raking down his back. "i can't.. it’s too much-"
"you can," he snarled, one massive hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again. "you will. you were made for this. made to be bred by me."
the word sent a shock of heat through you. bred. your body clenched around him involuntarily, and he groaned, his pace somehow becoming even more frantic.
"yes," he hissed. "you like that. like knowing i am going to fill you. going to breed you until you are round with my child. going to pump you so full.."
his other hand pressed down on your lower stomach, and you both felt it, the bulge of his cock moving inside you, visible beneath your skin. the size difference had never been more apparent. he was so large, and you were so much smaller, and yet your body was taking him, stretching around him, accommodating every thick inch.
"eywa," tonowari breathed, his eyes fixed on where his hand pressed, watching the bulge appear and disappear with each thrust. "look at you. look at what i do to you. i can see myself inside you, yawne. see how deep i reach."
you looked down, and the sight made you clench around him again. your stomach distended slightly with each thrust, the outline of him visible, proof of how thoroughly he was claiming you. it should have been frightening. instead, it made something hot and primal coil tighter in your core.
"harder," you heard yourself beg, your voice wrecked. "please tonowari."
he obliged, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. the angle shifted, and suddenly he was hitting something inside you that made sparks burst behind your eyes. you screamed, your body convulsing, and your first orgasm tore through you with devastating intensity.
but tonowari did not stop. did not even slow. he fucked you through it, prolonging it, his own breathing ragged and desperate.
"that is it," he growled. "come on my cock. squeeze me. show me how much you need this. need me."
you were sobbing now, overwhelmed by sensation, by the relentless pace, by the feeling of being so completely filled. your body was his, pinned beneath his much larger frame, helpless to do anything but take what he gave you.
"going to knot you," he panted, his thrusts becoming shorter, more focused. "going to lock myself inside this cunt and fill it until it takes. until everyone knows you are mine. carrying my child."
you felt it then, the knot at the base of his cock beginning to swell. it caught on your entrance with each thrust, not quite pushing inside yet but getting larger, harder. the stretch was already almost unbearable, and the knot was only going to make it worse.
"i do not know if i can-" you gasped, but your body was already responding, already trying to accept it.
"you can," tonowari said, his voice rough with certainty. "you will. your body knows what it needs. knows it needs to be bred properly. knotted and filled and claimed."
his hand slid between your bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves above where you were joined, and he pressed down hard. the combination of sensations, his cock driving deep, the knot catching and stretching, his fingers on your clit, sent you over the edge again.
this orgasm was even more intense than the first, your entire body seizing, walls clamping down on him like a vice. and in that moment of heightened sensitivity, when your body was most pliant, most open, tonowari thrusted forward hard and the knot pushed inside.
the stretch was impossible. overwhelming. you screamed, back arching, as your body struggled to accommodate the thick swell now locked inside you. it was too much, far too much, and yet your body accepted it, stretched around it, held it.
"yes," tonowari roared, his hips grinding against yours, the knot preventing him from pulling out now. "yes, take it. take all of me. perfect. so fucking perfect."
he was locked inside you completely now, the knot ensuring that nothing would escape, that every drop of his release would stay deep inside where it belonged. the pressure was intense, the fullness beyond anything you had imagined. you could feel him throbbing inside you, could feel the knot pulsing.
and then he began to cum.
the first pulse of his release, there was so much of it. he groaned, his entire body shuddering, and you felt it flooding you, filling you, with nowhere to go because of the knot sealing you together. your stomach began to distend further, the bulge becoming more pronounced as he emptied himself inside you.
"look," he commanded, his hand pressing on your stomach again. "look at how i fill you. how much i give you."
you looked down and saw your belly swelling slightly, rounded with the sheer volume of his seed. it should have been impossible, but the knot kept everything locked inside, and he was still coming, still filling you. the sight was obscene and primal and deeply, fundamentally right.
"tonowari," you whimpered, your hands clutching at his shoulders. the pressure was intense, almost painful, but the satisfaction was bone-deep. this was what the heat demanded. what his body needed. to breed his mate thoroughly, completely, until there was no doubt that it would take.
"i know," he murmured, his voice softening slightly even as his hips continued to grind against yours in small, instinctive movements. "i know, yawne. you are doing so well. taking everything i give you. so small, and yet you hold all of me. all of my seed."
his hand stroked over your distended stomach almost reverently, feeling the swell of it, the proof of his claim. you were marked inside and out now, filled and knotted and bred exactly as instinct demanded.
the knot would not go down for a while yet. you were locked together, his cock still hard inside you, still pulsing occasionally with aftershocks. every small movement sent sparks of over-sensitised pleasure-pain through you.
"this is just the first," tonowari said, his eyes still dark with heat even though the desperate edge had dulled slightly. "the heat will last days. i will take you again and again. will keep you full and bred until my body is satisfied that you carry my child."
you shivered at the promise in his words, at the knowledge that this was far from over. your body was already exhausted, overwhelmed, and yet some deep part of you responded to his words with want.
"rest now," he murmured, carefully shifting you both so you lay on your sides, still locked together. his much larger body curled around yours protectively, one hand splayed possessively over your swollen stomach. "rest while you can. i will need you again soon."
you could already feel it, the heat building in him again, the way his cock twitched inside you, the tension returning to his muscles. this was only the beginning. the heat would drive him to take you repeatedly, to ensure his seed took root, and your body would have to endure it all.
time became fluid, measured only in the rhythm of tonowari's breathing against your neck and the slow, aching throb where you were still joined. minutes or hours might have passed, you could not tell. your body trembled with aftershocks, oversensitive and wrung out, while his seed continued to pulse weakly inside you, trapped by the knot that showed no signs of softening.
until finally, gradually, you felt it begin to recede.
the process was slow, almost agonising in its own way. each millimeter the swelling decreased made you acutely aware of how stretched you had been, how completely he had claimed every inch of you. tonowari's breathing had evened out behind you, his grip loosening slightly, and for a moment you thought perhaps the heat had broken.
you were wrong.
when the knot had finally softened enough, he pulled out with a low groan, and the rush of fluid that followed was obscene. it poured from you, thick and hot, far too much for your body to contain. You gasped at the sensation, at the sudden emptiness after being so impossibly full, and felt it coating your thighs, soaking into the woven mat beneath you.
"look at you," tonowari breathed, his voice rough with renewed hunger. his hand slid between your legs, fingers gathering the mess he had made, pushing it back inside you with a possessiveness that made you whimper. "leaking already. your body cannot even hold all i give you."
you were too exhausted to respond, your muscles liquid, your mind hazy. you thought perhaps he would let you rest now, let you recover before-
his scent hit you again, sharper than before, more intense. the heat was rising in him once more, faster this time, more demanding. you felt him shift behind you, felt his cock already hardening again against your lower back, and your breath caught.
"tonowari," you managed, your voice hoarse. "i need-"
"i know what you need," he growled, and suddenly his hands were on you, rolling you onto your stomach with an ease that reminded you exactly how much larger he was, how easily he could move you, position you, take you however he wanted. "you need your mate to breed you properly. to fill you until your body has no choice but to accept my child."
your arms were shaking as you tried to push yourself up, but he was already there, one massive hand pressing between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest down while his other hand gripped your hip, pulling your ass up.
the position made you feel even smaller beneath him, vulnerable and exposed. you could feel him behind you, the heat radiating from his body, the weight of his cock resting against your abused entrance. you were still so sensitive, still swollen and tender from the first round, and yet your body responded, slick gathering despite the soreness.
"i cannot be gentle this time," tonowari warned, but there was no apology in his voice. only raw need. "the heat, it is worse now. stronger. i need to mount you, breed you, make sure it takes."
"then do it," you gasped, because what else could you say? this was what the heat demanded. what his body needed. and yours would endure it.
he entered you in one brutal thrust.
you cried out, the stretch even more intense from this angle, the way gravity pulled you down onto him as he drove up into you. there was no careful working in this time, no gradual adjustment. he simply took, claimed, filled you with the single-minded focus of a male in the grip of heat.
"fuck," tonowari hissed, the crude word foreign on his tongue, dragged out by instinct. "so tight. even after i just bred you, your cunt grips me like it never wants to let go."
his hips snapped forward, setting a punishing rhythm immediately. each thrust drove the air from your lungs, drove him impossibly deep, the angle letting him reach places that made stars burst behind your eyes. the wet sounds of your coupling filled the marui, obscene and primal.
"you were made for this," he growled, his grip on your hip bruising as he used it for leverage, pulling you back onto his cock with each forward drive. "made to take your olo'eyktan's cock. to be bred by me. look how your little body stretches around me."
you could not look, could barely think, but you felt it. felt the impossible girth of him forcing your walls apart, felt the way your entrance strained around his thickness. from this position, the size difference was even more pronounced, his body covering yours completely, his hands so large they nearly spanned your entire waist, his cock so thick you did not understand how your body accommodated it.
but it did. it always did.
"tonowari," you sobbed, your fingers clawing at the mat beneath you, searching for purchase as he fucked into you with increasing desperation. "it is too much, i cannot-"
"you can," he cut you off, leaning over you, his chest pressing against your back, his weight pinning you down as he continued to drive into you. "you will. your body knows what to do. knows how to take me. how to milk every drop of seed from my cock."
his teeth found your shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave marks, and you keened at the sharp pleasure-pain of it. he was losing himself to the heat completely now, all pretense of control abandoned. this was pure instinct, pure need, the drive to breed, to claim, to ensure his mate carried his child.
"feel how deep i am," he panted against your skin, one hand sliding beneath you to press against your lower belly. "feel how i fill you. how your body makes room for me even though i am too big. even though i should not fit."
you felt it. felt the pressure of his hand from the outside and his cock from within, felt the way your belly yielded to accommodate him. the sensation was overwhelming, impossible to process, and yet your body responded with a fresh wave of slick, easing his way despite the soreness.
"that's it," tonowari praised, his voice a dark rumble.
his pace increased, each thrust harder than the last, and you could feel him swelling inside you again. already. the knot was forming faster this time, the heat driving his body to complete the breeding as quickly as possible.
"going to knot you again," he warned, though there was nothing you could do about it, nowhere you could go with his weight pinning you down and his cock buried inside you. "going to lock us together and fill you even fuller than before. going to pump so much seed into you that your belly swells with it."
"please," you whimpered, though you did not know what you were begging for. for him to stop? to continue? for relief from the overwhelming sensation or for more of it?
"please what?" tonowari demanded, his hips grinding against yours, the base of his cock catching on your entrance with each thrust. "please breed you? please knot you? please make sure you carry my child?"
"yes," you gasped, because it was all true, all of it. "yes, all of it, please.."
he groaned, the sound echoing through the marui as his knot caught, swelling rapidly until it locked you together once more. the stretch was agonising and perfect all at once, your body protesting and accepting simultaneously. you felt impossibly full, stretched beyond what should be possible, and then-
he came.
the first pulse of seed was like a flood, hot and thick, filling you instantly. but he did not stop. could not stop. the heat drove him to empty himself completely, pulse after pulse of cum pumping into you with a force that made your belly cramp. you could feel it, feel the sheer volume of it, feel the way it had nowhere to go with his knot sealing you shut.
"take it," tonowari growled, his hips jerking with each pulse, grinding his knot against your entrance. "take all of it. every drop. let it fill you until you cannot hold anymore."
your belly was swelling again, distending with the sheer amount of seed he was pumping into you. you looked down, watched in dazed fascination as your stomach rounded, the skin stretching taut. it should not be possible. no body should be able to produce this much, and yet the heat made it so, made his body determined to ensure conception through sheer volume alone.
"look at you," tonowari breathed, his hand sliding around to cup your cunt. "look how well you take me. how your body accepts everything i give you."
you could not respond, could only whimper as another pulse of cum filled you. the pressure was intense and yet beneath it was a strange satisfaction, a primal contentment at being so thoroughly claimed and bred.
tonowari shifted slightly, rolling you both onto your sides again, his knot still locked firmly inside you, his cock still pulsing weakly. his hand held your stomach, possessive and reverent, feeling the evidence of his claim.
"this is only the second time," he murmured against your neck, his voice still rough with heat despite the temporary satisfaction. "i will take you many more times before the heat breaks."
you shivered, exhausted and overwhelmed, your body already dreading and craving the next round in equal measure. the heat would not be satisfied easily. it would drive him to take you again and again, each time as intense as the last, until his instincts were finally appeased.
and you would take it gladly, would take everything he gave you. because he was your mate, and this was what the bond demanded.
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