Warnings: SMUT+18,Armando finally getting that 🐱,R-rated Language ,Armando causal taking a piss like it’s normal between y’all 😂Very little Breeding kink,Shower Sex, (Poor Kitty Abandoned and Marcus still traumatized by his decision😭) Previous Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6
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As you enter the shower you moan in relief as the hot water cascades against your exhausted body. Soaking up the heat, that is now surrounding you, you grab your exfoliating sheet and favorite body wash, eager to wash off today's stress and worries.
As you run the soapy sheet against your legs you couldn’t help but to let your mind wander to the steamy make out sesh with Armando. Running your hands over your thighs you sigh with need, ”Damn..maybe I should’ve asked him to join me.”
Continuing your shower routine, you began to hear water running, confused you take a peek from around the curtain only to freeze at the sight before you. Armando stood in front of the toilet; shirt tucked under his chin, tan muscled stomach flexing slightly, as he peed.
Eyes trailing down his figure you let out a gasp as he turned, giving you a beautiful view of his thick lengthy member. Hearing a gasp Armando looks up only to see you gazing at him, specially at a certain body part. "Enjoying the view, princess.", he says with a smug look while shaking his member lightly before tucking himself back in his boxers.
Realizing you been caught you pull the shower curtain back, blocking his view as you yell, "Why didn’t you knock!”
Hearing a laugh and a flush, you step back away from the water already knowing that it would briefly become cold before returning back to its normal temp. “The real question is do you want me to join you, princess.” tensing at his words, you stop, brain spitting out multiple reasons on why you should decline, but you feel a light throb between your legs at his offer.
Sticking your head out the shower, you see him drying his hands, while leaning against your bathroom sink. Brown eyes meeting yours while he gives you a teasing smile,” What’s it gonna be mamá?”
Biting your lip trying to contain your smile, you open the curtain partcially,allowing him to get a view of your chest. Watching as the water rundown the valleys of your pretty brown breast, Armando releases a hungry growl,” Definitivamente te voy a dejar embarazado, cariño(I'm definitely getting you pregnant).”
Giggling in excitement as you see him strip, you move back under the water, thanking your past self for getting the wet and wavy sew ins. Watching as his tan sun kissed body steps in the shower with you, you let out a sigh in anticipation and admiration.
“Are you sure that this is what you want,cuz once I start ain’t no stopping." he says as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into him. Moaning from the embrace you nod your head not trusting your voice at the moment. “Don’t go mute on me Y/N, I need to hear your pretty mouth say yes."
Lifting up your chin, with a single finger, your brown eyes connect with his, "Use your words, mamá”.Letting out a breathy yes, Armando brings you into a sloppy kiss, arms wrapping around his neck you run a hand against his head pressing him forward.
Sucking on his tongue, Armando groans into the kiss, body shaking from the sensation, hands gripping your waist he pulls you closer grinding against you. Not breaking the kiss, he nips at your full lips, while giving your ass a smack. "Keep teasing me like that Y/N and Imma make sure you have a limp while you attempt to walk.", he says in between kisses.
Shuddering from his words you pull back running your hands against his firm pecks” Promise", you say already feeling dazed by the kiss alone. Feeling his dick jump at your words, you smile trailing a hand down his wet chest and pass his stomach.
Hearing him release a sigh, you began to jerk him off, wrist moving up and down, at a slow pace. Moaning he grips your ass harder, sucking at your neck while deeply muttering, “"Te lo prometo… A la mierda nena…. ¡Lo prometo!(I promise.... fuck baby.... I promise!)”
Tracing your thumb over his tip, you feel him shiver against you, while you rub his precum against him member. Armando bites your neck, while trailing kisses down your chest, feeling him flick your nipple with his tongue made you moan loudly.
He growls as he began to nip, suck and bite your breast: listening as he sucks on your breast made you slick between your legs. As he gives the same attention to the other breast you feel his hand wonder down to your inner thighs.
Gasping he begins to rub your clit in hard circular motions, throwing your head against the shower wall you moan, which only seemed to make him move faster. Moving away from your breast his eyes darken as he watches your expression change, "You like that baby, does it feel good." he says eyes trained on you waiting for a reply.
To loss in the sensation, you failed to hear what he said resulting in him pinching your clit,gulping you say, "What?" Smirking at your loss expression he says,”Y/N you better start listening or this is going to be a long night." Nodding your head, you feel him roughly rub your clit,”What I say about that nodding, shit.” Sighing as he begins to run his fingers through your wet folds, you moan while saying "Okay, Daddy!" Feeling his hands freeze you look up at him confused on why he stopped.
Licking his lip he gives you an intense stare, "What you just say, baby?”, blinking as you watch his eyes switch to predatory, you say Daddy raising an eyebrow. Seeing you give him a confused innocent look only made him, harder as he grabs your left leg wrapping it around his waist.
“Say it again,” he says rubbing his thick length between your wet folds, blinking you look into his eyes moaning Daddy. Armando grinds into you hard repeating his words, again as he kisses your moist lips.
Kissing him harder your breath hitches as his tip rubs against your clit.” No sabes lo que me estás haciendo, princesa(You don't know what you do to me,princess),” he says chuckling darkly, "I haven’t even given you my dick yet and your already about to cum.”
Trembling from his words and his merciless grinding you kiss at his neck begging. "What you want baby?” he says as he hears you plead, while dragging his dick against you, "Use your words, I ain’t telling you again.” Smacking your ass hard, he waits for your reply, "I want you inside of me!" you whine as you feel a stinging sensation from the slap.
Carefully picking you up Armando presses you against the shower wall, body getting soaked by the shower head. Giving you a soft kiss on the lips, he presses his toned body against your soft one while grabbing his member eagerly. Lining his tip up with your entrance he asked if you were ready.
“I’m more than ready, Mando.” you say sucking at his neck, while running your nails against his back. After hearing you confirm that you were ready, he pushes in the tip letting out a shaky sigh. Reaching a hand up to grab your chin he pulls you into a bruising kiss, as he eases his thick dick into your wet pussy,inch by inch.
“Damn,baby you taking my dick so good." he groans, voice deep and raspy. "I barely done anything to you,Y/N and your pussy is soaking!" Wrapping your thick legs around his tan waist tighter, as he begins to slide in and out of you, made you shiver with pleasure.
“If this was any other time, I would’ve made you wear a condom," you say in between pants, while kissing his shoulder. Gripping your ass harder, he starts drilling into your shit,which in return caused you to hold onto him for dear life.
“Cariño, este coño es mío, ya no tienes que preocuparte por la protección.(Baby, this pussy is mine, you don't have to worry about protection no more.)”, he says growling in your ear, while pounding into you.
You couldn’t tell if it was water or slick running, down your legs but the way your body was twitching against him, leaned you more towards the second option. Gasping as he hit a certain area had you moaning like crazy, while throwing your head back.
"Is that it baby....is that the spot." He said thrusting into you, more anxious to see you come on done. Locking your low lidded brown eyes with his dilated ones almost made you cum on the spot. Running a hand through his hair you give him light praises, while shifting your hips against his hungrily.
“Fuck,right their baby.... you're making me feel so good!" you said trying your best to grind against him from the position you were in. Clenching around him, you set one of your legs on the shower floor, attempting to meet his thrust with your own, as he hits that spot again.
“I’m close Mando...so fucking close!" you said kissing at his neck, while reaching between y'all to rub your swollen clit. “Damn it, baby, I can feel you gripping me, warm pussy just sucking me up......and the noises your making is driving me crazy......” he says, breathless, thrusting harder as he tries to hold back and savor the feeling of being inside of you.
Your orgasm sneaking up on you caused you to throw your head back, eyes closed as you let out a loud moan, body freezing up. Kissing against your open mouth, his movements begin to studder as he feels you clench around his dick hard. Gulping he talks you through it, "There you go baby... just like that...keep sucking in my cock, baby......I'm so close!"
Hammering into you he chases after his on release, pulling your head back by your hair as he attacked your already bruising neck. Becoming overstimulated you didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him into you. As he gets close to the edge his thrusting turn into a frantic uncoordinated thrust, he asked you where you wanted him to cum.
Mind to fucked to think straight you mumble, "Inside....I want you.... inside." Hearing you say that sent him over the edge as he cums,inside you ,hips stuttering, eyes squeezed shut as he holds onto you tightly.
Laying boneless against him while the now warm water trails, down your combined bodies had you relaxed. Pulling you closer to him, as he rocked against you, had your nerves trembling, thrusting up once more into you, made you slap his back.
Letting out a breathless laugh, he asked if you were okay, moving his head back to look at your flustered fucked out expression." Peaches and cream......literally, "you say giving him a content but teasing smile.
Bursting out laughing, he reached for what he assumed was your body wash and proceed to rub the soap against your body, opting to use his now wrinkled tan hands. Pouring some in your wrinkled hand as well you began massaging it in to his skin.
Once you two were done washing each other bodies (more like groping), you turn off the water and stepped out the shower with shaky legs. Grabbing two towels out your cabinet you handed Armando one, which he accepted, and begin drying off.
Wrapping a small towel around your head, you paused in realization, "Where's my baby at?” Towel wrapped low around his waist ,he smiles brightly, "Like I said I wanted to play with his mamá pus-” not even giving him the chance to finish, you walk away or at least attempt to, in search of your abandoned kitty.
Meanwhile.......
Kelly and Dorn have returned to their lake house after saving Rita who was almost killed by Lockwood. Kelly looks around for you to see if you can check out Rita's bruises, but is only left confused when you and..... Armando is nowhere in sight.
Kelly walks up to Marcus to ask where you went; who she just noticed bawled up on the couch looking traumatized, "Hey, did Y/N go to her house?” Mike looks up as he heard the question but before he was able to cut in, Marcus still bawled up started rocking, whispering quietly.
Kelly screws her face together, not quiet hearing him, Dorn walks over to see what is going on but is pulled back by Mike who sent him a ‘trust me on this’ look.
Grabbing his shoulder to ask what’s wrong, Marcus sits up suddenly, giving Kelly a dead serious look, "You think Latino Mike is going to force my baby to birth little gangsters?”
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Authors note:I ain’t even gonna lie y’all,I struggle so hard writing this😃,I never realized how hard it was to write Smuts…………………………………..
But for now Imma stick to reading them hopefully y’all enjoy💕💕💕(I tried y’all 😭😭)
divider by: @sinisterexaggerator & @enchanthings
word count: 4.2k
synopsis: The group has no idea of the Predators amongst them, and they're closer than they think.
a/n: I'm not sure what it is about the Yautja that has me writing smut for them but here's another. This fic is based off of Predators 2010.
warning: 18+, yautja smut, breeding kink, size kink, oral, plot with porn, etc.
The jungle felt as if it was pressing in on all sides. The air was thick with humidity that clung to your skin, soaking your clothes. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth and rot, and every sound—every buzz of an insect, every distant cry of something unseen—felt magnified beneath the choking canopy.
You trailed a few paces behind the others, silent, your eyes downcast but alert. Compared to the hardened soldiers, cartel enforcers, death-row inmates, and professional killers that made up the group, you looked out of place. Fragile. Docile.
And they noticed that right away.
Stans had been the first to speak up. “What’s this? They start droppin’ cheerleaders in now?” His grin split wide beneath the grime streaking his face, feral and amused. “Lucky me. Haven’t had a woman around in a long time.”
Cuchillo chuckled low in his throat, flicking open one of his blades with an audible click, as though steel would give weight to his words. “Maybe she’s just bait, man. Soft skin, innocent—meant to make us forget where we are.” His gaze dragged across you, sharp and unashamed, before he gave a low whistle. “Not bad bait though, eh?”
You didn’t answer. You refused to give them the satisfaction.
From ahead, Royce’s voice cut through the exchange, cold and clipped. “Focus. Keep moving.” He didn’t raise his tone, but the warning was clear.
Stans wasn’t deterred. He slowed his stride until he was beside you, elbow nudging against your arm as if to test how far he could push. “Hey, sweetheart. You stick with me, huh? I’ll keep you real safe.” His smile was all teeth, his breath sour with the rank staleness of gum chewed far too long.
From behind, Nikolai muttered something sharp in Russian, the weight of his glare enough to freeze a braver man. Stans only snorted, but he shifted away all the same.
Isabelle’s eyes flicked toward you, her jaw tightening as though she wanted to intervene but chose not to. She said nothing, though her discomfort was clear.
You lowered your head and walked on, refusing to let their words rattle you. Instead, you made sure to drift closer to where Royce, Isabelle, and Nikolai moved, safer with them where the worst of them wouldn’t dare push too far.
Your eyes shifted upward, toward the dense canopy. For a moment you could have sworn something moved—an unnatural ripple swayed the leaves.
“Everything okay?” Isabelle’s voice cut quietly through the silence beside you.
You blinked, forcing your expression into something calm before giving a small nod. “Yeah… yeah. I just want to get the fuck out of here.”
She snorted, the sound edged with dark humour. “You and everyone else in this little circus.”
You tilted your chin toward the left, studying the ground. “We should head this way. The soil’s damp. There’s got to be water nearby.”
Royce stopped, his sharp gaze following where you pointed. After a beat, he gave a single approving nod. “Good eye.”
Somehow, you and Royce had fallen into the role of navigating—picking paths through the choking wilderness, marking subtle shifts in terrain that might lead to shelter or resources. Hours seemed to blur together beneath the oppressive canopy as you pressed forward, the air growing thicker, heavier.
Yet something shifted, the jungle had changed. The sound seemed to have bled away the constant chorus of insects and distant cries of unseen creatures bled away, leaving only the heavy thud of boots and the ragged rhythm of breath. You froze, instincts clawing up your spine. A jungle never went quiet without reason. Silence meant one thing—there was a predator near.
“Anyone else notice that?” Mombasa whispered, slowing his pace.
The answer came a heartbeat later. A sharp crack split the air, followed by a streak of blue fire. It screamed across the clearing and tore through Cuchillo chest, dropping him where he stood. The stench of scorched flesh hit you even before his body finished collapsing.
Everyone scattered.
Stans swore, dragging his weapon free and bolting for cover. Hanzō vanished into the undergrowth, his katana flashing as if it could do a damn thing against whatever unseen predator was out there. Isabelle dropped to her stomach, aiming up through her scope, her jaw tight.
You ran with them at first, heart pounding, lungs straining. But then the earth beside you exploded, dirt and fire swallowing you whole. The blast knocked the breath from your lungs, sent you sprawling into the muck. Ears ringing, vision blurred, you gasped against the choking soil.
You tried to push yourself up, coughing, but the others were already retreating. You saw their backs vanish into the foliage—saw the moment they chose to leave you.
“Leave her!” Stans barked in panic. “She’s dead weight anyway.”
Royce didn’t argue. None of them did.
You stayed down, pressing yourself into the dirt, every instinct screaming at you to remain still. The shouts of the others faded into the distance, swallowed by the jungle until only silence remained. The sudden silence seemed to grow thicker before it was broken by a low, guttural growl that rolled through the air, vibrating in your chest. The sound was primal, and it sent a shiver down your spine. Heavy measured footfalls followed, drawing closer through the undergrowth. Every muscle in your body tightened as the brush parted before you.
Black armour caught the fractured light beneath the canopy, its surface dull yet menacing, etched with wear from countless hunts. A mask, cruelly carved with savage lines, concealed the creature’s face, as his gaze swept over you.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. You and the hunter simply stared at one another before your lips split into a grin. With a soft groan you pushed yourself upright, every muscle aching from the blast, but your eyes never left him.
“How did I do?” you asked cheekily, reaching out a hand.
His clawed grasp met yours. Despite its size, his touch was careful as he easily hauled you to your feet before brushing the leaves and soil from your hair with a strange gentleness that only you had ever witnessed. A sigh slipped past your lips as you pressed your palm against the black plates of his chest armour, feeling the low rumble of his approving growl resonate beneath your skin.
With his other hand he reached up to remove his mask and your gaze softened at the sight of him.
“They suspect nothing of the part I played,” you murmured, lips grazing the alien ridges of his mandible as you leaned closer, your voice silk against the steel of him. “They’ll be exactly where you want them soon enough.”
His mandibles flared, a softer purr in his throat, that told you he approved and was proud of your success. He pulled you into him with sudden force, and your body melted against his. His towering frame engulfed yours, his arms an unyielding cage that somehow made you feel safe. The scent of earth and blood clung to him, the familiar scent of him had your body relaxing.
The humans had been all too oblivious to the true monster in their midst. You had played your part beautifully, leading them by the nose, herding them like cattle toward the slaughter. You knew the layout of this jungle far better than they ever could. The terrain was a map you had walked a hundred times before, your body remembering the unspoken routes your mate had shown you.
The Berserker… Your Berserker.
The humans called him a monster, a devil cloaked in steel and shadows. His true name—T’varak, “Black Fang” in the guttural rhythm of his language. He was one of the strongest war-leader’s of his kind. Towering over most and brutal by even their standards. He was the one that others, even his own kind feared. But to you, he was far more dangerous than any monster they could imagine. He was yours. Your mate. Your love.
The camp was deeper in the jungle. You followed T’varak through the undergrowth, his towering frame clearing the path without effort.
Two figures waited at the edge of the clearing—hulking, armoured, just as fearsome in their silence. Tracker stood first, the beast at his side shifting restlessly, its glowing eyes locking onto you. For a tense heartbeat the creature’s tusked maw parted in a low growl—then its massive head dipped, as it let out a yip of excitement.
A smile softened your face as you crouched low, extending a hand. Your fingers brushed the ridged plates of its muzzle, the warmth beneath the armor thrumming into your palm. The hound rumbled deep in its chest, the sound almost pleased.
“Still a good boy, aren’t you?” you whispered fondly. The beast’s jaws snapped close to your hand in what passed for affection, sharp tusks flashing before retreating again. Tracker grunted, a short, rumbling sound that carried amusement.
You rose smoothly and turned to the other figure. Falconer’s mask tilted toward you, his head bowing in a mocking flourish as the sleek shape of his drone circled high above the treetops. He had always been the quieter of the two, sharper and more calculating, yet his mandibles flared slightly when he saw you—his equivalent of a smile.
“Falconer,” you greeted, inclining your head with equal mockery. “Still sending your bird to do the hard work for you?”
A rattling click escaped him, his version of a chuckle. Tracker growled something back in their language, teasing, and for a moment the three of you bantered like soldiers reunited after a long campaign. You were not an outsider here—you were family.
The humans had given them their human names—Tracker, Falconer, Berserker. Titles born of ignorance, stripped down to the barest function and appearance. Yet the nicknames lingered, in a fond joke between you all.
But then T’varak’s shadow fell across you, blotting out the firelight as he loomed. His massive hand slid across your waist in a silent claim. The air seemed to shift with it, the easy camaraderie dissolving in an instant as the others recognized their leader’s need for his mate.
“Enough,” he growled, his voice a rolling thunder that filled the clearing.
Tracker and Falconer exchanged a brief glance before stepping back, their silence respectful, unquestioning. Without protest, they drifted toward the campfire, leaving the two of you alone beneath the canopy’s shroud.
Your mate guided you toward his shelter, where a nest of furs lay piled high. The walls bore the weight of his trophies—bones, hides, skulls, remnants of kills long past—all woven into a testament of his legacy. The air thick with the musk of him.
You stripped without hesitation, shedding the thin remnants of clothing until nothing stood between you and the heat of his gaze. When he drew you down into the nest, you went willingly, your body curling into the furs as you watched him strip away his armour piece by piece. Each discarded plate of black metal thudded against the ground until only the gleam of his steel neck plate remained, framing the scarred, brutal expanse of his skin.
Crooking a finger, you sighed in contentment when he finally lowered himself beside you, his weight sinking around you. His mandibles brushed against your throat, grazing over the scar carved there—the mark of his claim.
Your fingers rose, cupping his face, tracing the harsh ridges and lines of him with a tenderness that belonged to no one else. You had memorized every edge, every texture, long ago.
“You hunted well today,” you murmured, though he had not yet spilled blood. Not directly. It was all part of the greater game—the elaborate trap the four of you had woven together through years of practice and perfected deception.
His growl vibrated low against your chest, words torn through the distortion of his broken, guttural voice. “You deceived well.” His head dipped, mandibles ghosting once more across the scar at your throat. The faintest brush of them against your skin made heat stir beneath the surface, and you all but preened under the attention—his focus on you rather than the hunt.
“Mine,” he growled, deeper now, resonant. “Always mine.”
The words were not tender, not in the way humans understood tenderness, but you felt the truth of them in every rumble of his chest, in every careful way his massive hands cradled you. His kind had no need for poetry. Love was not spoken; it was carved into action—in the way he shielded you with his body, in the knowledge that he would slaughter entire worlds if it meant keeping you safe.
Your lips brushed the line of his mandible, and he let out a sound that was not quite a growl, not quite a purr—something that would only ever be meant for you, his mate. The jungle howled outside, alive with the screams of prey and the echo of beasts, but here in the heart of the camp, you curled into him, wrapped in the heat and scent of your mate.
“Take me, mate,” you whispered. “It’s been too long since I’ve felt the pleasure of your touch.”
T’varak let out a low growl as his weight shifted. You whimpered in need when his massive length brushed against your weeping pussy, your body aching to be filled by him.
“Please,” you begged, voice breaking.
“Patience, mate,” he chided, his voice a dark rumble. “Must make sure you are prepared.”
And he did. One long, thick finger slipped down to stroke your folds before pressing carefully into your heat. A sigh escaped your lips as he slowly pumped the digit in and out, mindful of his claws. Soon a second finger joined the first, stretching you further, and by the time a third slid inside you, you were already a trembling mess—whimpering, pleading for his cock.
The sounds filling the tent were obscene, wet squelches with every thrust of his fingers, your breath breaking into desperate gasps. When he finally withdrew, the emptiness made you ache, a hollow burn that had you clenching around nothing. Your gaze snapped to his, transfixed as he brought his slick fingers to his mouth, mandibles twitching as he tasted you. A low rumble rolled through his chest, thick with satisfaction at your flavour.
“You are ready.”
It was the only warning you had before he thrust forward, burying himself inside you in one smooth stroke.
A cry tore from your throat, nails digging into the hard planes of his shoulder as he drove into you, rough and unrelenting. He dominated you in every sense—your body, your breath, your very being. You were certain you were loud enough that Tracker and Falconer could hear every cry and every sharp slap of flesh, but you didn’t care. They would guard the camp, protect the perimeter, while your mate claimed you.
It had been far too long since you’d last had him, longer than you could bear, and the reunion was overwhelming. He felt too good, too deep, every thrust grinding against the place that made your vision blur. Your body trembled as it hovered over the edge, before finally breaking out into violent shudders as you shattered beneath him—screaming your release as pleasure tore through you.
T’varak kept moving, prolonging your orgasm with deep, powerful thrusts, forcing every last ripple of ecstasy from your body. Only when you sagged against him, spent and quivering, did he finally slow—his chest rumbling as he held you close.
Your body lay limp and sated, every muscle relaxed against the furs, but a thought tugged through the haze of pleasure. Your brows furrowed, and you lifted your head to look at him.
“You didn’t finish.”
T’varak gave a low grunt, his hand brushing over your thigh. “You need rest, mate.”
You pushed yourself up, stubborn fire sparking in your chest, and met his gaze with a glare. “I want you. I want you to feel good too.”
“Your pleasure is enough,” he rumbled.
You huffed at his stubbornness. Before he could stop you, you slid down the line of his body until you were face to face with his cock. The sheer size of him never failed to make you hesitate—thick, ridged, and massive compared to anything a human could handle. But tonight, you wanted to taste him. You wanted him undone.
“Please,” you whispered, flicking your gaze up at him with the look you knew he couldn’t refuse. Wide, pleading eyes—the one weakness of your warlord mate. He could command entire hunts, slaughter armies without flinching, but those doe-eyed stares of yours always made him cave.
His answering growl rolled low in his chest, a warning more to himself than to you. You smiled in triumph, your gaze dropping back to his swollen cock. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, and you darted your tongue out to taste it. The flavor was sharp, musky, intoxicating. His hips jerked involuntarily before he forced himself still.
“Do not tease,” he snarled, voice strained.
Your grin widened. And before he could react, you lunged forward, lips parting as you engulfed the tip of him. The stretch burned at first, but the reaction was worth every ache. His entire body went rigid, a shudder tearing through him as he fought the primal urge to thrust deeper into your mouth, to take what you were so freely offering.
Your tongue worked eagerly over the head and ridges of his shaft as you bobbed shallowly, whatever your mouth could not take you stroked with your hands. T’varak’s massive palm settled at the back of your head, his clawed fingers stroking through your hair with surprising gentleness. Low growls and rumbling purrs spilled from his chest, vibrations that told you just how much he relished this.
This ooman act was something he craved from you—something no Yautja female could or would give. He loved the feel of your tongue massaging his sensory bumps, the wet heat of your mouth wrapped around him, sucking greedily. This was not an act for breeding, not a ritual of duty. This was pure pleasure, and it belonged to the two of you.
You gagged slightly as you forced yourself to take him deeper, eyes watering. When you flicked your gaze upward to meet his, his mandibles twitched wide, and the approving purr that rumbled from him made your core clench. Spurred by his reaction, you pushed harder, working past your aching jaw and burning throat, desperate to please him.
You felt the tightening in his body, the subtle tremors that signalled how close he was. But just when you thought you might drive him over the edge, his hand tightened, pulling you off of him.
Any protest died in your throat as he dragged you up against him and, in one brutal motion, impaled you back onto his cock. Your mouth fell open on a sharp gasp, nails biting into his chest as he thrust into you with rough, unrelenting force. His thumb found your clit, circling it with the same brutal rhythm, demanding your release.
Your body broke quickly under him, trembling violently as your walls clamped down around his girth. Pleasure tore a cry from your lips, and the second you shattered, T’varak roared. His thrusts plunged deep as he finally spilled into you, hot and overwhelming, filling you with his release.
You collapsed against his chest, body limp and spent. His arms wrapped around you instantly, holding you close. He did not pull out. Instead, he kept himself buried inside you, plugging you with his cock as his load leaked around the edges of your connection. A content sigh escaped you, your cheek pressed against the broad expanse of his chest as his steady rumble soothed you.
“One day, you shall swell with my pups,” he growled lowly, giving a shallow thrust that forced his seed deeper into you, as though to seal the promise. You whimpered at the overwhelming fullness, but the sound melted into a soft sigh as you pressed a lingering kiss to the broad expanse of his chest.
“Soon,” you whispered, voice heavy with exhaustion and longing. “I missed you.”
“As did I, sweet one.” His reply vibrated through you, a deep, resonant purr as his massive body curved protectively around yours. His arms tightened, an unyielding wall of muscle enclosing you. “Sleep now. You are guarded by my brothers and I.”
You didn’t argue. Safe within the circle of him, you let your body relax, your breathing steady. Tomorrow the hunt would resume. Blood would spill, bones would snap, and the humans would finally learn the truth of what predator truly meant.
But tonight—you were home.
The next day, the hunt was on. Your mate had led you to a clearing where the earth was charred black, scarred by the echoes of old hunts. There, beneath the skeletal remains of twisted trees, he bound you against a thick trunk. The rope was looped haphazardly around your wrists and chest, just tight enough to look convincing, just loose enough that you could slip free in a heartbeat.
With one final purr and nuzzle, your mate vanished back into the jungle’s shadow. Tracker and Falconer melted with him, leaving you alone to play your part, the perfect lure.
An hour crawled by, the silence punctuated only by the distant cries of the jungle. Before you finally heard footsteps. Heavy, cautious, drawing nearer.
Royce and the others broke into the clearing.
Your head sagged forward as if you’d only just come to, hair hanging limp across your face. The sight of you stunned them into silence—several froze mid-step, disbelief written plain across their expressions.
“You—” Isabelle’s voice cracked, shock flaring in her eyes. “You’re alive.”
Nikolai muttered something under his breath, a hurried prayer, the barrel of his machine gun wavering.
But Royce didn’t move. His gaze locked onto you, cold calculation narrowing his eyes. “No,” he said flatly, as his gaze swept the area. “That’s too convenient.”
You raised your head slowly, letting your lashes flutter as though it cost you effort. You wove the ache of feigned exhaustion into every line of your face. “They took me,” you rasped, the hoarseness of your voice wasn’t something you needed to fake. “Dragged me off when everything went to hell. Please—help me.”
The lie lingered in the heavy air. Some of them wanted to believe it—you saw it in the softening of Nikolai’s stance, in the way Isabelle’s lips parted, desperate for hope. But not Royce. He wasn’t fooled. Suspicion burned heavy in his gaze.
“Funny,” he murmured, pacing closer, his boots crunching over brittle ash. “They kill everyone else on sight. But you? They tie up neatly and leave in the open.” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing further. “Almost like bait.”
You let your bottom lip tremble, widened your eyes. “I don’t know—” Your voice cracked, raw and pleading. “Please. Please help me. I don’t want to die.”
“Royce—” Isabelle began, but he cut her off with a sharp flick of his hand.
“No.” His tone was steel, his stare never leaving yours. He stepped closer, looming now, voice dropping low. “All of us were sent here because we’re killers.” The words slid out like a blade. He leaned in, his breath hot with suspicion. “So tell me—who are you really? Because I’m not buying this scared little girl act.”
The others shifted uneasily. Hanzō’s hand curled tighter around the hilt of his katana, knuckles white. Stans’ jaw flexed, his teeth grinding. Mombasa frowned, his eyes dark with conflict—hope fighting with the gnawing certainty that Royce might be right.
Finally, you sighed. A long, weary exhale that carried not fear, but inevitability.
“Always the smart one,” you murmured, your lips curving faintly. With a flick of your wrists, the ropes slipped free and you let them fall into the dirt at your feet.
The click of safeties echoed instantly. Half a dozen barrels levelled at you, all fingers twitching on triggers.
“Stay where you are,” Royce ordered.
You tilted your head, smirking. “You might want to reconsider that.”
Three crimson dots flared to life, steady against Royce’s chest. A heartbeat later, another found Isabelle. And then Nikolai. The three heaviest hitters of the group.
The air rippled with movement. One by one, colossal shapes broke free from the cloak of invisibility, dropping from the trees with bone-shaking thuds. Tracker emerged first, his beast padding at his side, tusked maw rumbling low. Falconer followed, his drone circling above with a predatory hum. And last came your mate—the Berserker.
Panic erupted. Shouts cracked through the clearing, boots scraping across ash. “Behind you! Move!” Stans roared, wild-eyed.
But you didn’t move.
You didn’t even flinch as T’varak’s shadow swallowed you whole. His arm coiled around your waist in a single, possessive sweep, pulling you flush against the black steel and heat of his body. Instinctively, without thought, you leaned into him. It was as natural as breathing.
A low rumble reverberated in his chest, a sound of possession, of triumph. Your hand lifted, brushing the alien ridges of his forearm, utterly unafraid. You nuzzled into him, earning another growl, softer this time, meant for you alone.
The humans froze. Their weapons trembled, but none fired. Confusion rippled across their faces, horror dawning slow and heavy as the truth began to take shape.
Royce’s voice finally cut through the silence, tight with fury. “You’ve been working for them.”
You smiled, it was cruel and wicked. You were a complete contrast to the docile girl they’d known. Tilting your head back against the towering frame at your back, you let your voice fall soft as silk. “Not for them,” you corrected. “…With them.”
(You were abducted by an intelligent unknown species who wish to study other forms of intelligent life, due to limited space however you are forced to share a cell with none other than a Yautja. You earn his respect which turns to fondness, which turns to more when your ovulation shifts your hormones.)
Being abducted by aliens was nothing like how they depicted it in the movies, there was no beaming light that pulled you from your bed, no flying saucer that engulfed you, no tiny bug eyed men with grey skin and bulbous heads. You had simply set your alarms, snuggled up under your covers and fallen asleep in your bed as you did every other night. It was routine. What was not routine however, was what greeted you when you finally awoke.
It was the lights that stirred you, so bright that they infiltrated even your closed eyelids. Then the feeling of being without your blanket, you had reached for it still half asleep but of course it wasn’t there, instead your hand brushed against a cold floor. You slowly opened your eyes, still feeling groggy and confused, however the instant realisation that you were clearly not in your room sent a surge of adrenaline into your body bolting you upright.
The room was bright and sterile, you felt your heart stutter in your chest as you attempted to process your surroundings. Where the hell were you? You practically jumped to your feet walking forward to press your hands against what appeared to be a white sealed door, you could see the line in which the two halves met in the middle and attempted to pull it open with your hands. It was a futile attempt, a cheap shot at that.
You could feel your breathing quicken as panic was setting in, and just when you felt this situation couldn’t get any worse, you heard something from behind you. From the back half of the room which for some reason you had neglected to check, erupted what sounded like a low animalistic growl. Shit. That couldn’t be good.
You turned slowly and just as soon as you did, you stumbled backwards, your back hitting the sealed doors. Sat against the wall at the other side of the room was, something, it had a body very similar to a human but with almost reptilian skin, and you could see plenty of it considering all it wore was a loin cloth. As your eyes travelled up, they fell on its face, deep predatory eyes and mandibles which clicked and chittered occasionally under your scrutiny, you could see what appeared to be dreads which dangled down, laying against its shoulders. Across its neck was what appeared to be some kind of metal collar that looked to you like some form of shock collar. Considering its body, you could only assume that it was male, whatever it was.
You felt your chest heaving, could hear the blood pumping in your ears, and feel your legs trembling underneath you. Whatever it was, it stared back at you. You swallowed feeling your mouth go dry, opening your mouth you let out a breath you didn’t even realise you had held before speaking “Where am I?” Was all you managed with your shaking voice. He didn’t respond, he just stared at you.
After about an hour, you had moved to sit on the wall next to the door, too terrified to go near him as he continued to just sit in silence. Finally the door opened and in came your apparent captures, you had never seen anything like them. They looked how you would imagine the offspring of a human and some kind of jellyfish, humanoid bodies with nearly transparent skin, they seemed to absorb the colour of the room as they entered.
They took you that day from your shared cell and into some kind of medical room, they poked and prodded you, weighed you, measured you, took blood from you and inspected you from head to toe, although you were grateful that they never made you remove any clothing. Afterwards, they shoved you into a shower room with a bag full of human toiletries where they allowed you to clean yourself before you were escorted back to your room. Of course, he was there when you returned, his eyes studied your body as if trying to determine just what they had done with you.
This routine continued for the next few days, they took you every single day, studied you for an hour or so, made you wash yourself and then brought you back to your cell. You had stopped resisting by now, you never got your way, they would simply drag you out with rough hands, or you would be convinced by the idea of a warm shower. You hated them with every fibre of your being, but it just wasn’t worth the fight. Never once did they attempt to take your roommate, apparently these beings feared him too. You wondered if they had tried in the past and he had reacted in a way which had earned him the collar, you had never seen him in action but from his stance alone you could guess that it would have ended in blood shed. Perhaps they had bitten off more than they could chew abducting him, you on the other hand were nice and docile. You were no longer scared of him however, you didn’t mind sitting near him now and you finally felt safe enough to sleep around him. Although you could feel his watchful gaze on you constantly, but you reminded yourself that If he wanted to hurt you, he would have done it by now. He had still not spoken a word to you of course and you weren’t even sure if he could, but you didn’t mind, it was a comfortable quiet as you tried to adapt to your new reality.
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On the third day they came into your cell around mid day, bringing both yourself and your roommate some food. It wasn’t good food by any means, but it was food nonetheless, they set yours down in front of you before moving towards him. You watched them, they were acting unusual today. They looked almost nervous, exchanging glances between them before moving towards him, and that’s when you saw it. One of them, behind its back, was holding a syringe, a big one. It placed the food down in front of him trying to act as nonchalant as possible, your eyes widened as you saw its grip tighten, its thumb moving to the end of the syringe ready to plunge it into him. You figured they must have been trying to sedate him, so that they could finally study him as they did you.
The collar allowed them to keep his behaviour at bay, but no amount of shocks could convince him to leave that room with them. You didn’t have to intervene, it wouldn’t make any difference to you. But you were cursed with something that none other in the room inherited, humanity. You had come to terms with what they did to you, after all they never did anything too invasive to you. But even you would not want to be completely unconscious around them. And as you saw that disgusting creatures arm twitch, you lurched forward almost involuntarily, your hand wrapping around its rubbery skin. It whipped round to face you, dropping the syringe in the process which rolled across the floor and directly in front of him. His eyes flickered towards it, and then back to you, with that creatures wrist still locked in your hand.
Before you could even speak it brought its other hand up and with its fist gave you a strike right across your face, a hard one at that. You stumbled backwards with a sharp gasp, falling to the floor. You brought your hand to your face feeling blood trickle from your nose, running down your face and to your neck. Before you could even wince at the sight, your cellmate stood, grabbing your attacker by his neck and smashing his head open against the wall. They shocked him with a simple flick of a button, and by the roar he let out, the voltage must have been extremely high. Not that it mattered, that thing was already dead, a crumpled mess on the floor. The others grabbed you by your arms ready drag you out of the room, perhaps to punish you, but he lunged forward startling them enough to let go and scamper out of the room, the braver ones staying only a moment longer to drag out the dead body of their friend with them. You felt his eyes on you as you stayed crouched on the floor, trying to cup your nose, the pain had completely dulled your senses. The whole ordeal had happened so fast, in a matter of seconds, you barely had time to process any of the events that had just unfolded. He came to you slowly, not wanting to frighten you, and took your face between his hands, tears and blood running down it. He helped you wipe off the blood and analysed your injuries, your nose wasn’t broken thankfully but you both knew you would be sore for a while. As he looked into your eyes, you saw something gentle behind them and for the first time, he spoke. “Why?” Was all he asked. You couldn’t believe that this whole time not only could he understand you, but could speak to you. You didn’t dwell on it however. You could taste the blood in your throat, and trying not to spit any out you replied “It was going to hurt you” he just stared at you once again.
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It had been two weeks now in this place, and you and your cellmate had bonded significantly since you had saved him from being drugged and he had finally spoken to you, not long after your incident he had told you his name, T’orak. He never said it out loud, but he felt a great deal of respect for you for defending him, and also a little shameful that he hadn’t noticed the creatures intentions, if he had you would have never had to have intervened, and he could have saved you the pain and blood loss. After that you two slowly began to speak about anything everything, he told you about his species and their customs, his home planet and his “brothers” who he claimed would be on their way for him by now. You spoke of yourself, of course he already knew a lot about humans, but he was always interested in hearing about you. He had also become far more protective of you, your captures were no longer allowed to touch you at all, at least not within your cell. He had killed for you once and he would do it again.
He was starting to grow quite fond of you indeed, and one day when they had taken too much blood from you making you far weaker than you had been, he had held you. Without a word he pulled you sideways into his lap and let you rest, without question or protest you allowed yourself to curl into him and drift off, when they tried to take you the next day he simply gave them a warning growl as you slept against his strong chest. They didn’t challenge him, not after they had witnessed just what he could do. It was funny, his kind always valued strength and courage, however in your vulnerable states he felt increasingly drawn to you, that urge to protect you had festered deep within him. And you had started to enjoy his company more than you would like to admit as well, his protectiveness over you was comforting, and a little alluring.
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On this particular morning when you awoke, you knew something was up with you. You felt warm, even warmer than this room typically made you feel. Your breasts were slightly tender, and on top of everything, your libido was through the roof. You were confused for a moment, trying to wrap your head around what was happening to you. Then you had a thought, you calculated how long you had been here and aligned it to your cycle. This was around the time you should be ovulating. Fuck. The hormonal changes had hit you like a truck out of nowhere, and you could feel it. You tried to ignore it, to force it down, but you could feel it building within you. Sitting around with nothing to occupy you was only making it worse, you needed a distraction, or a remedy. It was starting to make you feel uncomfortable how aroused you were slowly becoming. You felt relieved when they came to take you, at least their irritating curiosity with you would distract you, and a shower would surely help? Wrong. The hot shower on your skin only made you feel worse, so much worse.
When you returned to your shared room you had sat slightly further away than you usually did, a little embarrassed by your own primal feelings. Especially around a male, a male outside your own species no less. He watched as you fidgeted, trying to get comfortable, his lingering eyes certainly offered you no relief. “You are restless today” he began, his voice snapping you from your thoughts. “Did they hurt you again?” There was something to his tone, a glint to his eye that told you that if you said yes, collar or not, severely outnumbered or not, he would rip out as many throats as he could before he fell.
You shook your head, biting the inside of your cheek slightly. “Do not lie to me little ooman, you are clearly distressed, did they do something?” You just shook your head again, I mean how could you tell the dangerous alien that you shared a room with that you were overrun with hormones that were turning you on. However, he was clearly not satisfied with your answer as he stood, moving towards you. You backed yourself further into the wall, “I’m fine I swear, they didn’t do anything-“ you were cut off when he crouched down grabbing one of your wrists. Subconsciously you pressed your legs together, he noticed, his eyes studied you for a moment before you saw them fill with rage. “Did. they. touch. you” he asked motioning to your thighs pressing together. “what? No? NO they- they didn’t do anything I swear” you replied after realising what he was insinuating. He still wasn’t satisfied, wrapping his large hands around your calves he gave you a tug towards him, and then he began throughly inspecting you. Checking your body for marks, bruises, anything that would explain your discomfort.
The entire time you continued to struggle against his grip, attempting to swat his searching hands away. You wriggled so much that you ended up flat on your back on the floor with him practically on top of you. Unsurprisingly, this little game of his was not helping your condition, now frustrated, he decided to just pin your wrists on either side of your head, leaning down to look at you. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or-“ he cut himself off with an inhale, and then another one. Oh god, could he scent you?
You tried squirming harder, he removed his hands from your wrists and used them to pin your hips stopping you from moving. “Your pheromones smell different” you didn’t say anything, but continued to try to struggle away from his grip. He pinned you harder now. “You are….in heat?” You could hear your heart drumming in your ears, but there was no use lying to him, he knew. “No! Well…kind of? I’m just ovulating, I’m fine” He let out a sound you hadn’t heard from him before, a deep rumble, almost like a purr. “I see, and this is causing your discomfort, you are wanting” you would have denied it, but it wasn’t a question, and it also would have been a lie. God this was embarrassing. “It’s nothing, really, it will pass” he studied your expression for a while “interesting, your kind handles this sensation with much higher composure than the females within my own, they would have demanded my cock by now”
His words stunned you momentarily, forgetting briefly how blunt he was, you didn’t even know what to say and so instead you just continued to look up at him, waiting for him to let you go. Instead however he moved himself further down your body. “Wait- What are you doing?” You asked watching his descent until he parted your thighs, sitting between them. “I can sense your discomfort ooman, your arousal is causing you great frustration, I can help ease it.” You blinked at him for a moment, your lips parted but no words came out. “With your permission of course, if you tell me to stop, I will obey” he said softly, looking at you. You knew you shouldn’t entertain this, you should tell him to stop, but that ache between your legs was only growing with his words, you couldn’t even deny that you wanted it. After a few moments of your silence, he reached to hook his fingers in the band of your pants, pulling them down before reaching up and removing your top at well.
He didn’t shy away from your body, letting his eyes soak up every inch as he spread your legs again. He purred. “Do I have your permission?” You barely even registered what he was saying before you felt yourself nodding, and without another second, he took the underside of your thighs in his large hands, putting your legs on his shoulders and lowered his head to you. He started gingerly licking you, and then once he allowed himself to taste you, he let out a low growl before pressing himself into you, his tongue exploring you skill-fully. You let out a breathy moan as you felt your back arch, your hips pressing yourself into his mouth. He brought his hand up to press on your stomach, holding you still, his other hand on your thigh. “Oh fuck, you’re good at this” you let your fingers intertwine with his dreads, holding him to you. But by how he was lapping you up, you didn’t think you’d even be able to pull him off.
His tongue caressed your clit, before sliding to explore inside of you, he had now moved both of his hands to hold your hips, helping you roll them into him. You could feel his mandibles digging into your thighs, but you didn’t mind, if anything you found it added a delicious pressure to them. He pulled away momentarily to look at you from between your thighs, “when my brothers come for me, I may have to bring you with me, I have grown fond of you little ooman, and now I will crave this sweet pussy every day” you whimpered at his words, and you knew that you would crave him every day. “When we are on my home planet, I will mate you, provide for you, protect you and eventually breed you” and with that he was back down devouring you. You felt your legs begin to shake, and he felt it too. He pulled you impossibly close against his mouth, bringing you closer, the room was filled with your pants, moans and the wet sounds of his tongue against you. With one final roll of his tongue, you felt your muscles tense as your orgasm crashed down on you, your head tilting back and your body arching, he continued to lick at you until you were whimpering and moving away from his mouth.
Before you could even regain your composure you felt him lift your hips again, he had removed his loin cloth and was waiting for your consent once again, you nodded. He began pushing himself in, the stretch was like nothing you had ever felt before, it set your nerves alight and numbed them all at the same time. Once he was half way in, his large hand came to rest next to your head, and you clutched onto his forearm to ground yourself. You panted wildly, partly due to the pain, partly due to the pleasure that was building with each inch he pushed into you. It took a few minutes, but eventually he had managed to push himself completely inside of you. He hooked your leg on his hip, looking down at you. And then he began to move, your jaw went slack at the first grind of his hips and his name rolled off your tongue. He growled at the feeling of you, rocking himself in and out of you at a pace that was dizzying. Locking eye contact with him you asked “did you really mean that about-“ you were cut off by a brutal snap of his hips choking a moan from you, before you continued “about me being your mate?” He slowed his hips for a moment, leaning down closer “I have wanted to make you mine since you took a fist to your face for me”.
(I hope that you all liked this one as much as you liked my last one. This is part 1 and is mainly just a back story/gentle ease in. I will be making a part 2 in which reader and T’orak go to yautja prime and become official mates, and YES there will be lots of mating and more graphic SMUT than in this one, this was just the taste test, a free sample of you will ;) )
content warnings: 18+, smut, fem reader, human reader, size kink, size difference, oral sex (f receiving), marking, biting/nipping, rough handling, wall sex (tree sex)
word count: 0.5k words
tsu’tey has you shoved back onto a low, moss-covered branch, his massive hands gripping your knees and forcing them wide until the joints ache. he’s huffing, those harsh, animalistic breaths of his hitting your inner thighs as he stares at you. to him, you smell like alien chemicals and soft, warm skin—a scent that’s confusingly sweet and sharp all at once.
"you smell… different," he mutters, his voice a low, jagged rumble. "it is strange. it is not of this world."
he just sinks to his knees between your legs. the scale of him is even more apparent now; his head is nearly as wide as your hips, and when he leans in, he completely eclipses your view of the forest floor. he doesn't start with his tongue. instead, he just breathes against you, his nose buried in your heat as he inhales deeply, trying to map out this new, human scent.
"so much warmth," he growls, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin.
then, he tastes you. it’s not a gentle lick. tsu’tey is a hunter; he uses his tongue like he’s claiming territory. it’s long, flat, and slightly textured, dragging from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your clit in one slow, wet swipe. you let out a high, broken cry, your fingers tangling in his dark hair as your hips jerk upwards.
"stay," he commands, his voice muffled against you. he hooks his thick, blue fingers into your ass, pulling you even closer to his face until you’re practically draped over his jaw.
he gets greedy then. his tongue is heavy, a blunt pressure that moves with a rhythmic, demanding force. he’s curious, poking and prodding at you, his nose rubbing against your clit as he tries to get even deeper. every time you sob his name, he just growls, a deep-chested sound that you feel in your bones. he’s tasting the "science" out of you, replacing it with the salt and musk of the forest.
"you are so small," he pants, pulling back for a second just to look at the mess he’s made of you. your skin is flushed, slick with his saliva and your own arousal, the bioluminescence of the trees reflecting in the wetness on your thighs. "and you taste... like life."
he dives back in, his pace turning fast and dirty. he’s not just licking now; he’s sucking on you, his jaw wide and trembling from the effort of staying controlled. he uses his teeth—just a graze, a tiny nip that sends a jolt of pure electricity through your spine. he wants to see you break. he wants to hear that loud, human scream echo through the canopy.
when you finally start to shatter, your legs shaking and your back arching off the branch, he doesn't pull away. he presses his face harder against you, his tongue working frantically to catch every drop of your release. he stays there until your heartbeat slows, his breath hot and jagged against your soaking skin, looking up at you with eyes that are dark, blown-out, and utterly possessive.
"now," he rasps, his hand moving to the drawstring of his loincloth, his cock already a heavy, dark shadow against his thigh. "now i see why the dreamwalker is so distracted."
Summary: Abducted from Earth and thrust into the brutal markets of Yautja Prime, you find yourself caged and sold as an exotic slave to Va-tahn, a massive, scarred lone warrior feared by his own kind. Viewing you as a fragile pet at first, he takes you to his isolated jungle home, where fear and resentment clash with his unexpected patience and quiet care.
Paring: Yautja x Reader
word count: 8000+
warnings: Mentions of past sexual trauma, Illness
A/N : Hello there! Here is the Second chapter for my new Yautija x Human series! Be sure to read more of my Yautja x Reader fics by checking out my master list! <3
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Chapter 2: Fractured Trust
The door to your chamber hisses open one morning, or what passes for morning on this jungle moon with its erratic cycles of light filtering through the canopy. You've lost track of time—days? Weeks? Months?—but the routine has become a grim familiarity: Va-tahn entering with food, observing you from afar, leaving small tokens that you eye with suspicion. Today, though, something is different. He approaches the cage without the usual bowl in hand, his massive form casting a long shadow across the floor. Your heart leaps into your throat, pounding erratically as you press yourself against the back bars, making yourself as small as possible. Fear, your constant companion, surges anew. What does he want now?
He reaches out with one clawed hand, and the energy field around the cage flickers off with a soft hum. The bars retract into the floor, seamless and silent, leaving you exposed in the open chamber. No more confinement, but freedom? No. You glance toward the exits—glowing blue energy barriers shimmer there, sealing you indoors. You're still a prisoner, just with a larger cell. Va-tahn steps back immediately, giving you space, his yellow eyes watching intently. "You are free in here now," he says, his voice a deep, resonant timbre, his words rendering perfectly clear, no awkward phrasing anymore. It's as if he's adapted, learned the nuances of your language during his quiet observations. "But stay inside. Outside is dangerous for you."
You don't move. Your body, emaciated from the market's starvation and the sparse eating since, trembles uncontrollably. Every muscle screams to run, but where? The home sprawls around you—a stark, utilitarian structure blending reinforced metal walls with woven vines that creep along the ceilings like living veins. High perches line the walls, laden with hunting gear: plasma casters, serrated blades, cloaking devices humming faintly. The lighting is dim, red-tinted, mimicking the glow of Yautja Prime's lava flows, casting everything in a bloody hue that makes your skin crawl. The air is thick with the scent of exotic spices from his meals and the distant patter of jungle rains drumming against the outer hull, a constant reminder of the wild world beyond.
He sees you as a fragile pet, that much is clear from the way he tilts his head, mandibles clicking softly in what might be curiosity or concern. "You are too thin," he observes, his voice steady. "You must eat more. I will bring some more food." He turns to a nearby console, retrieving a steaming bowl of rich Yautja meal—a meaty stew infused with healing herbs from the jungle, their earthy aroma wafting toward you, making your stomach growl despite the fear. He sets it down a few feet away, not approaching closer. "Eat now little one. Or you will remain weak. I will protect you."
Protect? The word twists in your mind like a knife. He's your captor, the one who bought you like chattel. You flinch at the thought, your body still deeply scared, every shadow in the room seeming to loom with threat. But hunger wins a small battle; you inch forward on hands and knees, grabbing the bowl and retreating to the corner where the cage once stood. The stew is savory, warming your insides, but you eat quickly, eyes never leaving him.
Days pass in this new arrangement. Va-tahn integrates you slowly, allowing you to wander the chambers under his watchful eye. The home is vast: a central hall with holographic star maps projecting swirling galaxies overhead, side rooms filled with trophies—skulls of beasts from across the stars, their empty sockets staring blankly. A workshop hums with tools for crafting weapons, the metallic tang sharp in the air. You avoid him as much as possible, flinching at his every movement, your emaciated frame a constant ache. He notices, of course—he notices everything. "You refuse food sometimes," he says one evening, placing another bowl near you. When you hesitate, he growls softly, a low rumble that vibrates through the floor. "Must eat, or you will be weak. I will protect you." It's not a threat, but firm, and you comply, resentment bubbling as you force down the nourishing meal.
Then, one day, he returns from a hunt, different. The air shifts as he enters, thick with a musky storm of pheromones that hit you like a wave, primal and overwhelming. His eyes glow brighter, mandibles flaring slightly as he approaches with intent, his claws extending gently toward you. Heat cycle—you know it instinctively, the way his posture changes, more urgent, possessive. "Come here pet," he murmurs, voice husky. "I want you now." His hand reaches out, aiming to pull you close, to claim what he sees as his.
Terror explodes in your chest. Flashbacks crash over you—human men on Earth, their hands rough, their words cruel, the pain and violation that left scars deeper than any physical wound. You break down, sobbing uncontrollably, scrambling away until your back hits the wall. "No! Please, no!" you cry, tears streaming, body shaking as hyperventilation sets in. The room spins, his massive form blurring into a monstrous shadow, every instinct screaming danger.
Va-tahn halts mid-step, his mandibles flaring wide in shock. Confusion etches his features, his yellow eyes widening as he processes your reaction. This isn't what he expected—females in his world respond to heat with eagerness, not this raw terror. "What... why?" he stammers, voice laced with bewilderment. He takes a tentative step forward, but your screams intensify, hands raised defensively as if to ward off an attack. It scares him, this sudden shift—the way you look at him like he's the monster from your nightmares. His heart, buried under layers of warrior stoicism, twists in a way he's unfamiliar with. He's seen fear in prey, but this? This is anguish, deep-seated trauma, and it's directed at him.
"Do not fear... I will stop," he says quickly, backing away, his claws retracting. But you don't calm, sobs wracking your body as memories flood you. He paces, mandibles clicking in agitation, unsure how to proceed. It's almost scary for him—the intensity of your breakdown, the way your eyes glaze over, lost in past horrors. He doesn't want you to feel this way about him, ever. The thought that you see him as those who hurt you... it's unbearable. He lowers himself to the ground, making himself smaller, less threatening. "Please... calm. I will not touch you." His voice is soft, clicks interspersing as he tries soothing sounds from his species.
It takes time—minutes stretching into an hour—as he sits there, murmuring reassurances. "I am not them. I protect." Slowly, your sobs lessen to whimpers, breath steadying as exhaustion creeps in. Once you calm slightly, you whisper through tears, "Men... on Earth... they hurt me. They hurt me." The confession hangs heavy, vulnerability raw.
Va-tahn growls deeply, a sound of pure rage not at you, but at the faceless offenders. "Males must protect females. Not hurt them. I am not like them." He can't believe it—how could anyone harm something so fragile, so precious, so small? The shock lingers, his heat urges suppressed by this new understanding. He respects your boundaries fiercely now, keeping distance despite the ache in his instincts. "I will ensure your comfort," he promises, fetching extra furs and piling them in a corner for you, giving space.
Days later, the toll catches up. The alien environment's pathogens—spores from the jungle air, stress accumulated like poison—strike hard. You collapse one afternoon, feverish and unresponsive, body burning as if on fire. Va-tahn finds you sprawled on the floor, his roar echoing through the home as panic grips him. "No... you cannot die." He's very concerned, mandibles flaring in alarm. Everyone he's gotten close to has perished—hunts gone wrong, clan betrayals—and the name "Cursed One" haunts him. But not you. He won't allow it.
Carefully, so carefully—not wanting to scare you even in your delirium—he lifts you, his movements slow and deliberate, claws retracted fully. He carries you for the first time to his massive nest: luxurious furs scented with his musk, piled thick on an elevated platform overlooking the holographic star maps that twinkle like distant promises. The softest spot in the home, it's his sanctuary, now yours. He tends to you meticulously, applying cooling salves from jungle plants—sticky gels that soothe the fever, their herbal scent filling the air. He wraps you in warmth, monitoring your breaths, his yellow eyes never leaving your form.
As you recover over days, flickering in and out of consciousness, communication blossoms through gestures. You call out his name "Va-tahn." Sometimes, shortening his name to "V" for ease. It amuses him, a rare chuff escaping—like a chuckle. "V... I like it." He insists you sleep only in the nest; if he finds you curled elsewhere during your lucid moments, he gently picks you up—claws careful, touch feather-light—and carries you back, murmuring, "Safe here. My nest."
During one recovery session, as he applies more salve, you gather courage. "Why do they call you the Cursed One?" Your voice is hoarse, but curious, resentment softened by his care.
He pauses, mandibles twitching. "Everyone I get close to dies. Hunts, battles... they fall. People started calling me that. But I will not let you die." His words are solemn, a vow. He's careful with every movement, ensuring no sudden gestures scare you. The confusion from your fear lingers in his eyes, but so does determination.
You resent him still—as captor—but his unyielding patience confuses it. He begins to modify the home: installing lower perches for you to reach, softer blue lighting to mimic Earth's sky, easing the red gloom. A small water basin appears, fresh and cool.
One day, Tension rises when distant Yautja scouts encroach—holographic signals beeping warnings. He growls protectively, "Mine. Do not come near," his fearsome reputation a shield. He vows silently to protect you, his pet evolving in his mind to something more.
Chapter 3
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Summary: Abducted from Earth and thrust into the brutal markets of Yautja Prime, you find yourself caged and sold as an exotic slave to Va-tahn, a massive, scarred lone warrior feared by his own kind. Viewing you as a fragile pet at first, he takes you to his isolated jungle home, where fear and resentment clash with his unexpected patience and quiet care.
Paring: Yautja x Reader
word count: 8000+
warnings: Violence, Blood
A/N : Hello there! Here is the first chapter for my new Yautija x Human series! hope you enjoy! Be sure to read more of my Yautja x Reader fics by checking out my master list! <3
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Chapter 1 : Captured Prey
Your eyelids flutter open, heavy and reluctant, as if glued shut by some invisible force. The world around you is a blur of metallic sheen and low, pulsating hums that vibrate through your bones. Disorientation hits you like a wave, crashing over your senses. Where are you? This isn't your bed, not the familiar softness of your sheets back home. No, this is hard, cold, unyielding. You try to sit up, but your limbs feel leaden, your head throbbing with a dull ache that pulses in time with the strange rhythm surrounding you.
Panic begins to seep in as your vision clears. You're in a confined space, walls of smooth, dark metal curving around you like the insides of a cocoon—or a prison. Lights flicker overhead, not the warm glow of sunlight or the steady buzz of fluorescents, but an eerie, reddish hue that casts long shadows. The air is thick, metallic-tasting, laced with an unfamiliar scent—something acrid, like ozone mixed with the faint tang of blood. Your heart races, pounding against your ribs as fragments of memory trickle back: a late-night walk, a sudden shadow, a prick of something sharp in your neck. Then... nothing. Blackness.
Abducted. The word forms in your mind, sharp and terrifying. You've been taken. But by whom? For what? You press your hands against the walls, feeling the subtle vibration, the hum that suggests movement—fast, interstellar movement. This isn't a room; it's a ship. A spaceship. The realization sends a chill down your spine. Aliens? It sounds absurd, like something from a bad sci-fi movie, but the evidence is undeniable. You're not on Earth anymore.
You scramble to your feet, or try to—the space is too small, forcing you to hunch over. There's a small viewport nearby, a narrow slit of reinforced glass. Peering through it, your breath catches. Stars streak by in elongated blurs, a hyperspace tunnel of light and void. And then, abruptly, the ship shudders, the hum deepening to a roar as it drops out of whatever faster-than-light travel it was using. A planet looms into view: vast, ominous, bathed in the harsh light of two suns. A brutal world of endless scorching deserts, where sand dunes shift like living entities under blistering winds, dotted with rivers of lava that snake across the surface like glowing veins of fire, their heat warping the air into shimmering mirages. Interspersed are dense, humid jungles, pockets of green hell teeming with predatory flora that ensnares the unwary and fauna that hunts with silent precision, rustling leaves hiding venomous barbs and razor-sharp claws.
The ship descends, atmosphere burning against its hull in a fiery entry. You brace yourself as gravity shifts, the vessel banking toward a sprawling settlement etched into the edge of a desert-jungle border. The market square below is a chaotic sprawl: towering structures of bone and metal, stalls draped in hides from unimaginable beasts, and crowds of massive figures moving with predatory grace. Yautja. They're hunters, warriors, a species revered and feared across galaxies for their prowess and code of honor. But to you, they're monsters—tall, muscular, with dreadlock-like tendrils cascading from their heads, mandibles that click and flare, and eyes that glow with primal intelligence.
The ship lands with a jolt, and soon, rough hands—clawed and scaled—yank you from your confinement. You're dragged into the blinding light of the dual suns, their rays searing your skin like twin furnaces. Blinking against the glare, you're shoved into a cramped cage, one of many lined up in the bustling market square. The bars are thick, energy-infused, humming with a low warning buzz if you get too close. Around you, other humans—terrified, disheveled—huddle in similar prisons. Men, women, a few children, all wide-eyed and pleading. Exotic slaves, that's what you are. Pets, trophies, or worse, to these alien overlords.
The market is alive with activity. Towering Yautja stride between the stalls, their clicks and growls filling the air like a symphony of threats. Some wear ornate armor, plasma casters slung over shoulders, while others are adorned with trophies—skulls of various species polished to a gleam. You catch snippets of conversation through translation devices clipped to their masks or embedded in their throats, rendering their guttural language into broken but understandable English. "This ooman weak—kill now," one snarls, gesturing at a frail man in the cage beside yours. The human's screams are cut short by a swift blade, red blood splattering in the sand.
Terror grips you, cold and unyielding. You press yourself against the back of your cage, making yourself as small as possible, heart hammering so loud you fear they'll hear it. The elements assault you relentlessly. By day, the dual suns bake the market square, heat radiating off the sand like an oven, sweat pouring down your body until dehydration sets in. At night, chilling winds howl through the stalls, carrying the distant roars of jungle beasts, your teeth chattering as you curl into a ball for warmth. Food is scant—a slurry of nutrient paste shoved through the bars once a day, if that. Water comes in drips from a rusted spout, brackish and warm. You ration it, but your lips crack, your throat burns.
A week drags by in this hell. One by one, the other humans are inspected, bartered, or deemed unfit. The unfit ones... you try not to watch, but the sounds haunt you: pleas turning to gurgles, bodies dragged away to be disposed of in ritualistic fires that light up the night sky with acrid smoke. You're the last one. The strongest, or perhaps the luckiest, surviving on sheer will and the faint hope that this is a nightmare you'll wake from. But it's real. Too real. Your body trembles constantly now, from fear, exhaustion, the unrelenting exposure. You huddle in the shadows of your cage, avoiding the eyes of the Yautja hunters who prowl by, their inspections clinical and merciless.
Then, one sweltering afternoon, the market falls unnaturally silent. The usual cacophony of clicks, growls, and barters fades to whispers. You peek through the bars, curiosity overriding caution for a moment. A massive figure approaches, larger than the others, his form a tapestry of scars—deep gashes across his chest and arms, puckered burns on his dreadlocks, a bio-mask etched with symbols that scream of battles won and lost. Va-tahn. The name whispers through the crowd like a curse. "The Cursed One comes—stay away," a nearby Yautja murmurs, averting his eyes. Others back away, fear etched in their postures despite their warrior stature. He's a lone warrior, avoided, feared—rumors of his exile, his unmatched ferocity in hunts that border on madness.
He stops before your cage, his presence radiating intimidation like heat from the lava rivers. Through the slits of his bio-mask, his eyes—glowing yellow—fix on you. His mandibles twitch faintly, a subtle sign of interest or calculation. You shrink back further, body shaking uncontrollably, convinced this is the end. He'll kill you, or worse. But he doesn't speak at first, just examines you silently, his head tilting as if assessing a prey animal. Then, without hesitation, he turns to the slaver—a wiry Yautja with a scarred mandible—and gestures. A brief exchange, credits or trophies changing hands, and just like that, you're his.
He cloaks, his form shimmering into near-invisibility, a technology that bends light around him. Strong arms lift your cage effortlessly, as if it weighs nothing, and he carries you away from the market. The crowd parts like water before a predator, whispers following: "The Cursed One takes an ooman... pity the fragile thing." You're loaded onto his remote ship—a sleek, predatory vessel shaped like a hunting blade, its engines purring with restrained power. The journey is short, the ship slicing through the atmosphere to a lush jungle moon orbiting Yautja Prime. This satellite world is a contrast to the main planet's deserts: dense foliage towers hundreds of feet, vines thick as your thigh draping from bioluminescent trees that glow with inner light, humming with the life of insectoid swarms. Predatory calls echo—screeches, roars, the rustle of unseen threats.
His isolated dwelling materializes as the ship lands: a fortified structure, half-buried in the jungle, built from reinforced metal alloys fused with natural bone and hide. Towers rise like spines, energy shields flickering faintly to ward off intruders. Inside, it's dimly lit, chambers vast and echoing, furnished with perches for weapons, trophy walls displaying skulls of galactic beasts, and a central nest area piled with furs from hunts. He places your cage in a side chamber, the door sealing with a hiss. Your heart pounds, terror peaking as you stare at him, this monstrous predator uncloaking before you. His skin is mottled green and brown, perfect for jungle camouflage, muscles rippling under scales. Mandibles flare slightly as he removes his bio-mask, revealing a face that's both alien and expressive—eyes sharp, intelligent.
You're convinced he'll assault you. Rip the cage open, take what he wants from your fragile body. Tears stream down your face as you back into the corner, whimpering softly. But he doesn't. Instead, he approaches slowly, placing bowls through the bars: one with strange, nutrient-dense food—chunks of meat in a gelatinous broth, smelling oddly savory—and another with clear, fresh water. "Eat, small one," he growls, his voice a deep rumble, fluent English emerging from a translator embedded in his throat. The sentences are sometimes off, a slight awkwardness in phrasing, but clear, understandable. "No harm will come to you."
You hesitate, suspicion warring with hunger. The food looks alien, could be poisoned. You curl away, pressing against the cold bars, your body skittish, flinching at his every movement. He notices—oh, he notices everything. Your wide-eyed fear, the way your hands tremble, the shallow breaths. But he doesn't force it. He steps back, watching with quiet patience, viewing you as a curious pet at first, something exotic to observe in his solitary existence. "You need strength," he adds, his mandibles clicking softly. "I will watch. You will eat."
Days blend into weeks. He leaves you alone for hours at a time, vanishing into the jungle for hunts, returning with fresh kills to prepare meals. The chamber is secure, no escape—the energy bars hum lethally if you test them. The vast jungle outside taunts you through narrow viewports: towering trees with leaves that shimmer like jewels, flowers that bloom with hypnotic colors, but also dangers—shadowy shapes prowling, vines that snap like whips. Isolation presses in, a constant reminder that you're far from any clans, any rescue. Earth feels like a distant dream.
He tries to build trust subtly. Small comforts appear near your cage: soft hides, woven from the fur of gentle herbivores, to cushion the hard floor. A small orb that emits soft light, banishing the chamber's shadows. He speaks occasionally, his English improving with each interaction, though still with that off-kilter rhythm. "You are from Earth. It is a soft world. Here, you must be strong or you will die." He observes you quietly, perched on a high ledge, his presence a constant weight. Your resentment boils— he's your captor, this monster who bought you like property. But his patience is unnerving, no temper flares, no violence. Just quiet watchfulness.
Weeks stretch into months. Your fear doesn't fade entirely; it's a living thing, coiling in your gut. Every time he approaches to refill your bowls, you flinch, heart racing, expecting the worst. "Why me?" you whisper one day, voice cracking. He pauses, mandibles twitching. "You... survived. You have a strong spirit. I see this." His words are meant to comfort, perhaps, but they only heighten your terror. What does he want? To break you? To keep you as a pet forever?
The jungle moon's cycles mark time: dual moons rising in tandem, casting silvery light through the viewports, accompanied by choruses of alien calls. Storms rage, rain pounding the structure like artillery, thunder shaking the walls. In those moments, you huddle under the hides he provided, grateful despite yourself. He notices that too, a soft chuff escaping him—amusement? Approval? "Good. These will keep you warm." His attempts at trust-building continue: a small tool to comb your hair, fashioned from bone, left wordlessly. He learns your patterns—when you eat, when you sleep fitfully, nightmares plaguing you.
Your body adapts slowly, the nutrient food restoring some strength, but emotionally, you're a wreck. Skittish jumps at shadows, wide-eyed stares when he enters. He doesn't touch you beyond sliding bowls through the bars, respecting an invisible boundary. "Do not fear me," he says one evening, his voice low. "You are mine. I protect what's mine.. You are my pet now. Learn trust."
Pet. The word stings, fueling resentment. You're no animal, but in this vast, isolated world, what choice do you have? The jungle outside is a death trap—predators larger than bears, plants that ensnare and digest. Escape means death. So you endure, terror a constant companion, as months pass in this uneasy stasis. Va-tahn watches, patient as a hunter stalking prey, his yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light. And deep down, a seed of confusion sprouts: why hasn't he hurt you? What game is this?
The chamber grows familiar, its scents—musk of furs, faint ozone from energy fields—becoming almost normal. But normalcy is a lie. You're a prisoner, bought and owned by the Cursed One, feared by his own kind. Whispers from the market echo in your mind: pity the fragile thing. Pity indeed. Your tears dry eventually, replaced by a numb vigilance. He brings water from a pure spring, cooler now, noticing your preference. "Drink. Good for you, small one." His English is fluent, sentences sometimes clipped—"I bring more tomorrow"—but clear.
One night, as rain lashes the viewports, you catch him staring, mandibles relaxed. "Your name?" he asks suddenly. You hesitate, voice a whisper. He repeats yours back, rolling it on his tongue like a new flavor. "I am Va-tahn.." The exchange is brief, but it's a crack in the wall of fear. Still, you curl away, heart pounding. Trust? Impossible. He's the monster who took you from everything.
Time wears on. The jungle blooms with seasonal flowers, their scents wafting in on breezes. He leaves a petal once, vibrant purple, near your cage. A gift? Or a test? You don't touch it, suspicion winning. He notices, always notices, but says nothing. Patience unending. Your resentment simmers, mixed with exhaustion. How long can this go on? Months bleed into more, the isolation a cage as real as the bars. And all the while, Va-tahn observes, his presence a shadow over your terrified existence.
Summary: Trained to outlast any Predator, you never expected to earn the respect and heart of one.
You were doing fine until something far worse than the Yautja entered the territory.
The creatures were not natural.
Mutations, maybe. Bloodthirsty beasts designed for something else's war.
You heard the Yautja before you saw him, you heard clicks low in the trees, that faint hum of cloaking tech.
At first, he was your death sentence.
Now he was your only chance.
It started with a standoff.
You had your knife drawn, back to the river, as he de-cloaked in a shimmer of light and metal.
Eight feet tall, heavy with muscle, body scarred and worn from a hundred battles. His mandibles clicked as he studied you with a curious expression.
You should have attacked.
Instead, you lowered the knife.
"Common enemy," you said slowly, keeping your voice low, hands spread open. "You can kill me later. But right now we both have bigger problems."
He tilted his head sharply, as if weighing your words. His wrist-blade retracted.
It was the beginning.
You learned to communicate through simple gestures at first.
Pointing. Nodding. Grunts of acknowledgement.
He didn’t speak human languages, but he understood survival, a universal tongue.
You nicknamed him R'thok in your mind, it sounded close to the snarling sound he made when introducing himself.
In turn, he began to call you a series of low clicks that almost sounded affectionate.
When you saved him, dragging his heavy body out of a pit trap, using your last medical kit to seal his bleeding side, everything changed.
He touched your wrist afterwards.
A careful touch. Not demanding and not threatening.
Grateful.
Respected.
At night, you camped near each other.
Not too close but close enough that you could hear his breathing.
He carved strange symbols into the dirt. You answered by sketching your own.
A new language bloomed between you, drawn in sand and mud.
Safe.
Danger.
Hunt.
Stay.
And sometimes he would leave you little offerings, cleaned bones from his kills, scavenged tech scraps, a strange fruit you had never seen before.
His way of caring.
You started smiling more around him.
He noticed.
His mandibles twitched into what you thought might be a grin.
The first time you touched him was after another ambush.
One of the mutated beasts had cornered you.
Its claws had ripped through your shoulder, blood hot down your arm.
R'thok tore it apart with a roar that shook the trees.
You stumbled. He caught you.
Huge clawed hands, shockingly gentle, cupped your body and kept you from falling.
You pressed your forehead against his chest without thinking, panting.
"You… you’re warm," you whispered weakly.
He made a rumbling sound, almost like a purr.
Without words, he hoisted you up, carrying you like you weighed nothing, and set you down in the shelter of a hollowed tree.
When you woke later, the wound was stitched neatly, and R'thok was there. Watching. Guarding.
Yours.
The final fight was brutal.
The leader of the beasts pinned R'thok first.
You had a split-second decision: save yourself, or save him.
You didn’t hesitate.
You drove your knife into the creature’s eye, grabbing a discarded plasma caster and blasting it at point-blank range.
The thing screeched and died.
You turned to R'thok, chest heaving.
He was staring at you in a way he had never before.
Not as prey.
Not as an equal.
As something more.
He leaned down, his clawed hand brushing your cheek. You shivered, not in fear, but at the intensity in his gaze.
When he pressed his forehead gently to yours, you understood: it was a vow.
Among his kind, that meant something deeper than any words.
A bond. A claiming.
Love.
You closed your eyes and pressed back.
Yes.
Months later, after the rescue teams came and went, after you chose to disappear from your old life, you lived among the stars.
In a hidden place where Yautja and humans met in secret.
Where no hunt ruled your days anymore.
Only him.
Your mate.
Your hunter.
Your heart.
The ship thrummed around you, metal walls glowing faintly blue with low light.
You sat on the narrow sleeping platform in R'thok's quarters — if they could even be called that. Everything was raw, functional: weapon racks, a table of trophies, pelts spread across the floor. The air smelled like steel, blood, and something warmer... him.
He stood before you, massive and still. His armour stripped away, leaving only thick, scarred skin that shimmered faintly in the low light.
His golden eyes softened as he looked at you.
You got up slowly, your pulse a wild drumbeat. You barely came up to his chest, but he bowed his head to you, patient, waiting.
Waiting for you to make the move.
You reached up, fingertips brushing the hard line of his jaw. His skin was warm, surprisingly soft over the brutal strength beneath. His mandibles twitched, a low, almost uncertain rumble rising from his chest.
"R'thok," you whispered.
You didn’t need to say more.
The bond between you crackled like a live wire.
With a low groan, he caught your hand and drew it to his mouth. His tusks brushed your knuckles as he breathed you in.
And then, so slowly it made your head spin, he pulled closer.
You felt the heat of him.
His massive hands slid down your sides, claws grazing lightly over your hips, your thighs, as if memorising every inch.
You reached for the woven cords across his chest and tugged.
He growled low, a sound of approval and need, and helped you, stripping the cords away.
He was all muscle and old scars.
A living weapon who had chosen you, knelt for you.
He bent, pressing his forehead against yours again, the sacred gesture of his people, and you swore you could feel his heart hammering as wildly as your own.
Your fingers traced the thick cords of muscle over his shoulders, his chest, sliding lower.
His body shuddered under your touch.
When your hands grazed the hard line of his abdomen, he snarled low, catching you at the waist and lifting you as easily as if you weighed nothing.
You gasped, but he was already carrying you to the furs on the floor, laying you down with impossible tenderness.
Hovering above you, he hesitated.
He brushed your cheek, your throat, your racing pulse.
Are you sure? - his eyes asked.
You answered by grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down.
The kiss was clumsy at first, Yautja mouths weren’t made for it, but he learned quickly.
Pressing his mandibles against your skin, nipping lightly, tasting you.
His scent wrapped around you, wild, electric, addictive.
Your clothes came off in pieces, discarded into the dark.
When you were finally bare under him, his gaze raked over you with a hunger that was almost reverent.
He touched you like a treasure, each brush of his massive hands making you ache.
He was careful as he explored you.
Mapping every sound you made, every shiver, every sharp intake of breath.
You gasped when his hand slid lower, between your thighs, and he paused, snarling softly in warning, in need.
Telling you he would go slow.
You wrapped your arms around his thick neck, anchoring yourself to him, and whispered against his ear:
"I'm yours."
He froze.
Then he roared and surged against you.
The first push of his made you cry out, he was so big, you could feel every inch.
But he was gentle, trembling with the effort to hold back. Giving you time to adjust and grow used to him.
You clutched at his shoulders, at the ridges of his back, moaning into his skin.
He rocked into you slowly at first, every movement careful, deliberate. Worshipful.
But soon restraint gave way to need.
His pace quickened, driving deeper, and you met him eagerly, rising to meet each thrust.
It was overwhelming. Consuming.
You felt the bond between you ignite — something ancient, primal — not just physical, but something deeper.
As you shattered beneath him, you felt him follow, his body locking tight against yours with a desperate, broken snarl.
He didn't let go.
Not even after.
He curled himself around you, protective and fierce, his breath hot against your neck.
One massive hand covered your belly. His way of marking you.
You lay there, panting, stroking the side of his face with trembling fingers.
"Yours," you whispered again, kissing the corner of his mandible.
A deep, vibrating purr answered you, the sound of utter devotion.
You closed your eyes, safe for the first time in what felt like a lifetime.
Not hunted.
Not alone.
Chosen.
Loved.
Forever.
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Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t slept properly in two days.
Maybe it was the fact your body had been bent in every way a human body could bend the night before.
Maybe it was because your throat still burned, raw and tender from the way Zha’kor had used it like a toy for his pleasure.
Whatever it was, one thing was certain.
You were exhausted.
You had only a faint recollection of what happened while he helped you bathe. Fragments drifted back to you, the warmth of his arms around you, the way you clung to him without thinking, his touch gentle. You remembered his hand cupping your face, wiping away the water with slow, careful strokes.
“Zha’kor.”
You remembered the name, the sound of it on your tongue, rough, heavy and perfect. When you had said it, his chest had vibrated with something softer than you had ever heard from him, a low, satisfied purr, telling you that you had pronounced it just right for him.
And then everything went dark. You had passed out in his arms, slipping under like a candle burning its last drop of wax.
When you woke, you were tucked beneath a soft fur, your skin scented faintly with that same sweet fruit he had fed you once. Your hair was still damp, your body clean.
You blinked once. Twice. Adjusting to the dim glow of the room… only to find the nest empty beside you.
Of course.
He wouldn’t stay to cuddle. What were you expecting?
You sat up, clearing your throat, then coughed once, the sound scraping against the tender ache left behind.
“I could fucking die,” you muttered, wide-eyed as you touched your neck, half surprised it was still intact.
How could someone make you feel so feral, so utterly undone, that even choking on him felt like a privilege?
But he wouldn’t do that. You knew that now. He was brutal, yes, but never cruel. His strength had always met your desire, never crossed it. He pushed, teased, tested… but he never took.
It was strange, though. For a creature so alien, he understood you too well. Your rhythm, your needs, the way your body responded. It made you wonder, for a second, if you really were the first human he had done this with.
You drew a breath, eyes roaming the empty space around you. No sign of him, but nearby sat a familiar sight. A platter of fruit.
You smiled. Of course he had left you breakfast. Again.
Only this time, something new caught your eye. Nestled among the familiar shapes were strange fruits you hadn’t seen before, deep purples, blushing pinks, thick stems that looked too large for their delicate bodies.
“Oh, you’re feeding off my curiosity now,” you murmured to the empty room, a small, genuine smile tugging at your lips. You could almost hear the amused click of his mandibles in reply.
He knew you too well by now. Knew that boredom gnawed at you when he wasn’t around, so he left you something to discover, something to explore.
You picked up one of the pink fruits, pressing it to your nose. It smelled divine, like honey and sun-warmed berries. You pushed your thumbs into the stem and split it open easily, the scent blooming through the air, sweet enough to make you salivate.
The first bite was heaven, soft, creamy, a perfect blend of sweet and tart that melted over your tongue. For a fleeting second, it reminded you of strawberry milk ice cream, your favorite.
A strange coincidence. Or maybe not.
You moaned softly without meaning to, eyes fluttering shut as you savored the taste, licking the juice from your lips. The world blurred to that single sensation, soft, sweet, indulgent. You didn’t even notice that your throat no longer ached.
He had left that fruit on purpose…
Quietly, carefully, without a word.
Your chest warmed at the thought.
He was a hunter, ruthless, unrelenting and yet somehow, when it came to you, he was gentle.
You stood up, your body still bare, and decided it was time to find something, anything, to cover yourself with, before he decided to chase you around again just because you dared to walk through his ship naked.
He had warned you, made it painfully clear that you weren’t to walk around without clothes again. You didn’t know exactly what he would do if you disobeyed, but he had been too worked up at the time for you to even think about questioning him.
You stepped out of the nest quietly, your bare feet carrying you to where your underwear had been tossed and forgotten. You tiptoed over, slipping it on quickly, half-expecting him to appear out of nowhere and grab you for breaking one of his strange rules.
The room was silent.
Too silent.
It wasn’t surprising, though. He was probably out hunting. Yesterday, after all, he had stayed behind just to play with you.
You shook your head at the thought.
Play. That word didn’t fit what had happened between you. All you had wanted was his attention, but now even you called it playing, as if that softened what you truly wanted. Because deep down, you wanted so much more.
Your mind drifted to the promise you had made to yourself last night.
“I’m going to drive him insane.”
You didn’t even remember what had pushed you to think it, but as the memory replayed, you found yourself agreeing again. You wanted to make him lose control, make him chase you, crave you, beg for a taste. You wanted to see him crawl, desperate and thirsty.
You had done enough crawling for him.
You bit your lip at the image that sneakily formed in your mind, his massive frame dropping to his knees, crawling like a beast but with eyes that begged, heavy dreadlocks brushing the floor as he moved toward you. You could almost hear the low, rhythmic clicks of his mandibles, the soft sounds he made when he wanted you to soften up for him.
“No,” you’d smile at him, your voice calm but commanding, your foot pressing between his shoulder blades, pushing him down. He would growl in frustration, but even then, a pleased groan would escape his mouth just from feeling your touch.
Let me touch you, please.
You could almost hear his plea.
Your heart was racing now. The images felt too vivid, too real and for a moment you realized you were the one going insane instead.
You exhaled slowly and shook your head. No. This time, it was his turn to beg. You were done surrendering. He would have to be the one crawling for you.
You made your way back to the pool, quietly, searching for your T-shirt. But it wasn’t there. You were sure you had tossed it somewhere near the bath before you slipped in. You remembered it clearly… didn’t you?
You retraced your steps, first to the nest, then to the room you had once been locked in, but it wasn’t there either.
You huffed, frustration bubbling up as if your memory had decided to turn on you.
“What the fuck…” you muttered.
You wandered through the ship, trying to recall, maybe hoping something would spark your memory. Maybe I blacked out again… you thought, feeling uneasy.
Then came into view a massive metallic door you didn’t recognise, standing at the far end of the corridor. You weren’t sure if you were even allowed in there and you doubted your shirt had somehow ended up behind it. But something, some reckless, foolish impulse, made you want to snoop. Maybe he was in there. Maybe he was watching you, hidden in the shadows, amused at your curiosity again.
You approached the door. There was a padlock, sleek and red, mounted on its surface. You tilted your head, thinking.
You might have lost track of your shirt, but your memory? That was solid. You still remembered the exact sequence he had entered with his clawed finger the first time he had let you out of your cage.
You crossed your fingers, hoping he hadn’t changed it. Then, carefully, you began to press the symbols in the right order, your fingertip dancing across the glowing red surface.
Click.
A soft hiss followed and the padlock released.
Your eyes widened.
“Well, that was easy,” you whispered, grinning as you patted yourself on the back. Your memory hadn’t failed you.
The room wasn’t as big as you had expected, smaller than the pool room, but far more important. It was the flight deck of the ship and you looked around curiously, taking in the flickering lights and soft hum of dormant alarms. There was a massive seat near the cockpit, clearly designed for Zha’kor, broad enough to fit his size, yet luscious enough to suit his style.
You knew he was impressive in size, but he intended on making sure everyone else knew it too. Every surface reflected his strength and triumph, the place arranged like a museum of victories.
The control panel stretched wider than the seat itself and your feet carried you closer, your eyes tracing the alien buttons and strange glowing symbols. You touched the cold, reinforced glass of the viewport, but it was dark for now.
Still, your attention kept drifting back to the massive seat… and there, at its base, something white caught your eye.
You leaned down, fingers brushing the fabric before you even registered what it was. Soft. Familiar. Your shirt, crumpled and warm.
The realization hit you like a sudden, cold wave.
He had taken it.
The same hunter who had snarled that if you ever strolled the ship naked again he would hunt you down, pin you, make you regret every teasing step. He had hidden your shirt here, in his locked lair, so you’d stay bare and give him an excuse to chase you again…
Oh.
Oh.
A smirk curled your mouth.
That slick bastard…
He wanted you running, heart hammering, thighs trembling with anticipation while he stalked you through the corridors. Wanted the moment he caught you, claws sinking into your hips, cock shoving deep, your back bowed against cold metal as he growled your name like a threat.
Your fingers tightened on the shirt.
It was wet.
Not bath-water damp. A thick, warm slickness coated the cotton, shimmering faintly green under the low lights of the deck. You dragged it closer, the scent hitting you, sharp, musky, him.
He had used it…
Fisted himself right here, shirt bunched around his cock, hips jerking as he spilled into the fabric that still carried your scent. Probably came with your name caught behind his mandibles, struggling not to roar.
A mischievous laugh escaped you as you eyed the ruined shirt.
“You sick perv,” you muttered under your breath, as the scene unfolded behind your eyes like a fever dream.
You pictured him finding your damp T-shirt after bathing you, steam still clinging to the fabric, his claws flexing uncertain.
He would turn it over in his massive hands, your scent soaked into every thread, driving him sick with need.
A war inside his thick skull: keep it, burn it, bury it in the trophy room?
Then he would surrender, slowly and inevitably.
He would sink into this very chair, legs spread wide, the metal creaking under his weight. Your shirt squeezed in one fist, pressed to his face, dragged down the ridges of his chest until it wrapped around the thick, alien length of him.
He would imagine you there, straddling his lap, thighs trembling as you sank inch by agonizing inch onto his cock. Your moans would spill against his throat, teeth sinking into the tough hide of his shoulder to muffle the scream when he bottomed out. His claws would grab your hips, pinning you, guiding you, forcing you to take every brutal roll of his hips until your voice cracked on his name.
Pull, he’d rasp, guiding your hands to his dreadlocks. You would fist them hard, yank, and the growl that tore from him would rattle the walls.
You could almost see it clearly now, his fist pumping, relentless, your shirt a ruined sleeve around him. The other hand twisted in his own dreads, mimicking what he craved from you. Hips snapping up, chasing his orgasm, chasing the ghost of your heat. When he came, it was probably with a choked snarl, hot stripes soaking through cotton, his whole frame shuddering with the shame of wanting a fragile human so badly.
“Fuck…” The word slipped out of you, as you dropped into the chair. The seat was still warm. The air reeked of sex, of him. You pressed your thighs together, pulse thudding low and let your head fall back against the seat where his scent lingered the strongest.
He had been right here, losing his mind over you.
Why did he have to be such a filthy tease? Stealing your clothes, jerking off into them like some perv. What were you supposed to do, pretend you didn’t notice? That after flooding your mouth with his cum, he was still so wrecked for you, he came again with nothing but some cotton with your scent on it?
You liked it… God, you liked it way too much.
A shaky breath left you, burning low in your belly and sparking fire between your thighs. One more second and you would combust if you didn’t touch yourself. Right here.
Let your scent soak into his chair, his air, his everything.
When he’d come back and find the shirt gone, found you had been here, sprawled in his seat, fingers slick and trembling… oh, he would lose it.
You grinned, wicked and breathless and let your hand slip beneath the waistband of your panties. You were already drenched, clit swollen and begging.
The fantasy slammed into you again, him earlier, shirt pressed to his mandibles, inhaling you like oxygen while his fist pumped hard. Cursing in his guttural language as his cock jerked at the memory of your tongue on him, your throat opening, gagging sweet around his girth, tiny hands pumping what your mouth couldn’t take, his hips rolling to meet every thrust of his fist.
Your fingers found your clit and circled, slow, then faster, matching the rhythm you imagined he had used.
You imagined him gripping the armrest, dreadlocks moving, hips snapping into the ruined shirt until thick ropes of cum painted the fabric.
The image shattered you.
Your eyes rolled back, a broken moan slipping free as your pussy clenched hard around nothing, pulsing, aching for what wasn’t there.
You didn’t stop, you couldn’t.
Kept rubbing through the aftershocks, head thrown back, staring at the ceiling while you pictured his tongue lapping at your clit, hot and relentless, until you fucked his face chasing the next orgasm.
You came down panting, a stupid, sated grin smeared across your lips. The chair beneath you was warm, wet now with you. Lazily, you dragged your soaked fingers across the armrest, marking it.
“Pervert,” you whispered, not sure if you meant him or yourself.
You scooped your ruined shirt off the floor, the fabric heavy and warm, still slick with his release.
A low hum left your throat as you pulled it over your head. It slid down your body, clinging to your breasts, your ribs, the wet cotton cooling fast against your flushed skin.
Every shift made it drag across your nipples, teasing them until they tickled. You didn’t bother fixing it, letting it hang crooked, one shoulder slipping, the hem barely skimming your thighs.
Let him see what he had done.
Revenge tasted sweet on your tongue. You would work him up until his control snapped, until those primal growls turned into please and he bent you over the nearest surface and fucked you raw, just like he had threatened.
Your feet carried you through the corridors and you let your heels click louder, hips swaying, calling him like a siren.
No answer. No growl, no shadow peeling from the walls.
You almost felt disappointed.
Another door caught your eye, smaller, set deep into the bulkhead.
The padlock wasn’t on the outside this time. It was bolted to the inside of the room, a heavy red mechanism glowing faintly. You traced it with your fingertip, eyes narrowing before you realise it locks from within and opens only from within.
A safe room.
You slipped inside. The space was almost empty, bare metal walls, a single low bench, a sealed water pouch clipped to the wall and weapons. A rack of blades, curved and alien.
An idea bloomed in your mind, dark and delicious and stupid. You tried to shake it off.
No, too risky.
But it clung to your brain, sticky and persistent.
“No,” you whispered, shaking your head harder.
“That’s suicide.”
But your body was already answering, cheeks flushed red, the thought of him clawing at the door, mandibles flaring, voice cracking with frustration when he realized his prey had caged herself.
One wrong move and you’d be dead. One right move and he would tear the ship apart to get to you, fuck you until you forgot your own name.
You bit your lip hard enough to taste blood.
“Fuck it.”
You spun on your heel and went hunting for some traps. The danger tasted like copper and honey on your tongue and you were grinning like a mad thing as you disappeared down the corridor.
You sneaked through the rooms until the right door slid into view, the same one you had spotted from your first frantic game of hide-and-seek.
Darkness swallowed you before the room woke, low amber strips flickering to life, consoles humming, the air itself pulsing like a living thing.
Every vibration touched your bare skin under the ruined shirt, reminding you how little you wore, how much you reeked of him.
You walked deeper, eyes adjusting.
One table covered with hunting gear, coils of black rope, fine mesh nets and those sleek, toothless traps with wide jaws meant to clamp, but not to cut. A clean capture. Slow the prey, keep it breathing, skin it later.
Your pulse fluttered at the thought, how he never rushed the kill. He was truly terrifying in nature.
You ran a finger along a trap’s edge, imagining it snapping shut around his thick ankle, the growl that would follow.
A helpless grin tugged your mouth.
Perfect.
You gathered the ropes, the nets and two of the traps.
Then you moved to the next bench. Grenade-shaped canisters glinted, matte black and tempting. You lifted one, thumb brushing the cap and suddenly it blinked alive, counting down in red. Panic spiked in you and you slapped the cap again, the timer freezing at 00:03. Breath rushed out of you. Not those. You wanted smoke, flash, something to confuse him not actually hurt him.
Another device caught your eye, smaller, palm-sized. You pressed the stud and it leapt from your grip with a shriek so shrill your vision blurred, your knees buckling. You hit the floor crawling, ears ringing, lungs burning until your fingers found the switch and silenced it.
The sudden quiet left you gasping, forehead pressed to cool metal, heart pounding. You laughed shakily and pocketed it.
Oh, you’d use that. You wanted him on his knees anyway, mandibles trembling, claws scrabbling at the floor while that sound broke his control.
Ideas poured in, hot and reckless. Routes, angles, him snarling through your maze like a bull in a net.
You mapped it obsessively. Flight deck to safe room, back again, counting steps, testing sightlines. On the fifth pass you paused in the corridor, grinning at the shadows.
He would strut in here cocky, sure of his little human pet.
Time to remind him prey could bite back.
“You’re in for a hunt,” you breathed, the words tasting like sweet venom.
You scaled walls, crouched in alcoves, planted your toys with steady hands.
First, the heavy clamp-trap, half-hidden under a loose deck plate. Let it bite his ankle, slow him, make him think that was the worst you had.
He would laugh at the “soft human” trying to play hunter.
Then the net, with the laser tripwire strung low. After that, the near-invisible cords stretched ankle-high, ready to tangle those long legs of his. Enough space between each trap to keep him guessing, to drag the chase out until he was panting, furious, desperate.
You ran the course again and again, memorizing every dodge, every leap, making sure you wouldn’t get caught in one of the traps by accident.
Adrenaline sang in your blood as you waited for him, counting down the seconds.
And when the ship’s hatch finally opened, you were ready.
You had stashed a thick fur in the cold storage room earlier and now you wrapped it around your shoulders, masking your heat. He had bragged once, how he could see your heat glowing in your body.
Let him hunt blind for once.
You crouched behind crates, pulse hammering so hard you felt it in your ears. His feet hit the deck, heavy and fast, the echo of a predator fresh from a kill.
The air thickened instantly, thick with him, sweat, blood and that goddamn pheromone haze that turned your knees wobbly.
“Damn perv,” you hissed, but your voice cracked as the scent crawled over your skin. A wave of numbness rolled up your spine, you kneeled, catching yourself on a crate.
Not yet. You yanked a strip of cloth from the fur, tied it tight over your mouth and nose.
A makeshift filter, but it dulled the smell enough to think.
The flight-deck door hissed shut behind him.
And you waited, patiently, counting down the seconds until he realises.
And then came a very expected crush.
Metal screamed, followed by a guttural growl that vibrated through the walls.
The door slid open again and he stepped out.
Dreadlocks slick with sweat, chest streaked with strange blood from the hunt, muscles still twitching with leftover violence. His mandibles flaring wide, clicking loud and furious. His gaze swept the corridor, his predator vision searching for you, starving.
You bit your lip hard, noticing his frustration.
He hadn’t even showered, he had come straight for you, for the shirt, for the scent he couldn’t scrub from his mind.
Such a pervert.
He inhaled, slow and deep, throat rumbling with a sound that made your blood freeze and boil at the same time.
You stepped from behind the crates, letting the heavy fur slide from your shoulders as it landed with a soft thump.
His head snapped toward you, dreadlocks moving gracefully, chest rising and falling in frustrated pulls. His red eyes narrowed, mandibles clicking a warning.
“Looking for this?” You hooked two fingers under the hem of the ruined shirt, tugging it just high enough to flash the soft underside of your breast.
The clicking sharpened as he took one hurried step towards you.
“Ah-ah.” You lifted a single finger, wagging it.
“Stay where you are.”
He froze mid-stride, claws flexing, gaze locked on that tiny, shaking no.
His obedience was delicious, making you smirk.
“Did you hide my T-shirt so I wouldn’t find it?” you asked, tilting your head with a knowing smile.
He gave the smallest shake of his head, red eyes locked onto you. For a fleeting moment, you almost believed him, until you noticed the subtle hitch in his breath.
The lie looked gorgeous on him.
“You’re a bad liar, Zha’kor.”
You clicked your tongue in mock disappointment.
“What did you plan to do with it?”
You took a few slow steps back, drifting toward the corridor where your makeshift traps waited in silence.
His gaze followed you, calculating, measuring every step, every flick of your fingers.
“I meant to destroy it,” he rumbled.
The words came rough and deep, his tongue dragging over the consonants in a way that made your jaw clench. You hated it how he always sounded dangerously attractive after a hunt, electric, restless, always on edge.
“But I couldn’t.”
Your brows lifted.
“Your smell lingered on it.”
“And?” you pressed, fingers slipping under the fabric, slowly lifting your T-shirt.
“I couldn’t do it.”
A low shrug rolled through him.
“So I kept it as a trophy. Use it when I want.”
He started walking toward you, but you lifted a hand and stopped him with a slow shake of your head.
The confession came so easily from him, no shame, no hesitation. Just truth.
His honesty hit you harder than the admission itself.
He didn’t care how it sounded almost pathetic that he couldn’t bring himself to destroy something because it smelled like you.
It was…
too attractive of him.
Almost unfair.
“You already did,” you murmured, sliding the shirt off one shoulder, then the other. It dangled from a single finger, swinging like bait.
“Came all over it, didn’t you?”
His growl dropped low now, velvet and teasing. “Told you, no parading naked on my ship.”
“You’re a pervert, getting off to my smell.”
You clicked your tongue, pretending to scold him.
“I won’t argue with that.”
He answered back, head tilting, fingers flexing and relaxing at his sides before he folded his arms across his chest, posture daring you to say more.
You scoffed and suddenly hurled your T-shirt at him.
He caught it without even looking, the movement fast and precise.
A low growl rippled out of him, deeper than before, a warning, a line you had just crossed.
He lifted the shirt to his face, never breaking eye contact, breathing in your scent through the fabric.
Clawed fingers gripping it tight enough you thought he might tear it.
“You didn’t wash it?”
His voice dropped lower, pleasure threading through every word.
His throat vibrated with a dark, satisfied rumble.
“Who’s the pervert now, ooman?”
His gaze swept over you, slowly, soaking in every inch of your half-naked body.
Almost smiling with his eyes.
“I know what you want from me.”
His voice softened into something molten, a quiet purr rolling through his chest.
You heard it. You felt it.
Goosebumps exploded over your skin, every hair standing on end.
You had to shake it off before he noticed how badly your body betrayed you.
But he noticed.
Of course he did.
“Yeah… that’s right.”
The growl slid out of him, low and certain, and he started walking toward you with confidence, the way a predator approaches prey that has already surrendered.
You knew he wouldn’t stop now.
This was him claiming what he came for.
He had waited for this, for the moment to use you however he wanted for his own pleasure.
This little hunt was about to begin and he was going to enjoy every second of catching you and so would you.
You took two careful steps back, slipping over your first trap with ease and waited.
You figured he’d be too wrapped up in the push-and-pull between you, to notice any of the traps you had set.
“Aren’t you going to run this time?”
His voice was calm, taunting, as he closed in… until the first trap snapped.
A metal cuff locked around his right ankle, jerking him to a stop.
He groaned, head snapping downward.
“What the fuck?”
The growl vibrated low and dangerous in his chest, but he still hadn’t connected the dots.
When he lifted his gaze again, he found you smirking.
Proud.
Unapologetic.
His eyes narrowed, gaze darkening.
“You did this?”
There was no anger though, not really. Only something shockingly close to approval.
No.
No way.
He couldn’t be impressed by this.
“Tiv’ka.”
Your nickname slid off his tongue tenderly, almost proudly.
The sound alone nearly made your knees weak.
You nodded, confused at his reaction.
You had expected him to roar, to tear the trap apart and lunge straight at you.
Instead he just stared, chest heaving, mandibles parted on a breath that sounded like a stifled groan. The loincloth around his waist did nothing to hide the thick ridge straining against it now.
Your own breath caught.
The trap was meant to piss him off, to spark the chase. Not to make him look like he was enjoying this.
Fuck.
Heat spread across your face as you froze in place.
Did he just get turned on because you managed to trap him?
You wanted to provoke him, rile him up, tease him for using your shirt to get himself off.
But this?
This wasn’t part of your plan.
Well… you had hoped the chase would end like this.
You just didn’t expect it to start this way.
His name slipped from your tongue as you pulled the makeshift mask around your neck up and over your nose again.
You knew he would try to overwhelm you with his pheromones, but not this soon.
He tilted his head, mandibles flexing in curiosity as he watched you straighten, his scent muted behind the fabric.
“You came prepared, Tiv’ka?” he asked, voice a warm velvet that brushed along your skin. He still hadn’t moved, his leg remained caught and he looked perfectly content to stay that way.
His fingers caught the hem of your shirt again, lifting it to his face. He inhaled deeply, red eyes glowing, sharp and focused.
“That won’t do it for me anymore.” His voice dropped, low and sincere. “I need your body now.”
He threw the shirt with an effortless flick, sending it flying out of your reach.
“Come and get it then,” you murmured behind the cloth, soft and taunting.
“Come, Zha’kor.”
It came out like a command to a creature meant to obey.
That was what finally broke his restraint.
He crouched, claws scraping against metal as he snapped the trap apart with a single irritated twist of his wrist.
“Tiv’ka,” he growled, your chosen name rumbling in his chest and into yours, “you shouldn’t tell me what to do.”
His mandibles clicked another warning and that was your cue.
You backed away, then spun and sprinted, adrenaline buzzing in your chest.
You vaulted over the next trigger, anticipation thrumming through your veins.
How much more worked-up could he get for you?
Apparently enough to ignore the obvious.
He walked straight into it, the laser caught him, the mechanism hissed and a net dropped over his massive body, cinching tight.
You suddenly stopped running, breathless, turning around.
He had frozen mid-step.
Red eyes stared at you through the mesh, wide, almost startled.
Your hand flew to your mouth, smothering a laugh.
This—this exact moment—was what you had been waiting for.
Taking him by surprise.
Showing him he wasn’t the only one who could play games. Proving you could toy right back.
He looked around, finally taking in the net that bound him before his gaze locked onto yours again.
A different sound rumbled through his chest, low and unfamiliar.
You had heard it only once before, a growl that wasn’t a threat at all, but something strangely close to laughter.
His shoulders rose and fell with the vibration, head tipping back as the sound deepened, rich, dark, amused.
“Oh my God…” you whispered, stunned.
For a moment you fought the sudden urge to run to him and press yourself against that shaking chest, to feel that strange laughter vibrate through your bones. He looked… almost approachable. Someone you could touch without being devoured.
That single thought made your chest tighten as you forced a small, innocent smile to cover it.
You wanted to hear that sound again, someday.
“Ooman…” he exhaled, amusement still lingering in his words, “you’re going to regret this.”
Your blood went cold.
That was no jest.
He had humored your trap, but now he wasn’t playing.
He knew there were others hidden around him, the realization only sharpened his hunger for you.
“Please…” your voice softened, deceptively gentle, “make me regret it.”
You turned and bolted.
No glancing back this time, your only thought was the safe room.
But the raw, animalistic growl that tore after you made your head twist despite yourself. It crawled along your spine, rough, primal and dangerous.
More rope, coiled and triggered, caught him before he could fully chase you. He dropped to one knee, fist planted against the ground, head bowed.
Oh.
Now he was furious.
You stopped, unable to resist.
Your lips curved into a grin as you stared, savoring the sight.
Him finally kneeling.
Just for that second, he looked vulnerable, his predatory confidence gone.
It was everything you had secretly imagined and more.
All you needed now was his voice breaking, begging for whatever you’d let him have. You didn’t care what for anymore, seeing him trapped, pride broken, need warred in his eyes, was the filthy, perfect start.
And then came the roar.
You expected it, just not like that.
It hit you like a physical thing, freezing your blood, warning you that this was no longer playful danger.
This was real.
He was going to chase you and judging by that sound, you might even end up dead.
It was primal, raw, nothing a human could make.
Your heart slammed in your ribs as you sprinted, unsure if it was fear driving you or damn excitement.
Your knees trembled beneath you.
You glanced back just long enough to see him grab the thick vine-rope with both hands.
He didn’t need to, he was already free.
But fury boiled over in him and he tore the rope apart with a violent snap, the sound so loud you flinched.
He was staring directly at you, pupils blown wide. You wondered what he felt for that second, what he thought of you.
He launched himself forward on all fours, body lowering to gain speed, like an animal in pursuit.
The sight made you gasp.
Eight feet of predator muscle tensing, dreadlocks touching the floor, claws gouging the deck for traction. You felt your hands shaking as you reached the safe room.
You fumbled with the handle, threw the door open, slipped inside and slammed it shut.
Your fingers pressing random patterns on the padlock until it locked.
Click.
Only then did your legs give out.
You slid down the door, back scraping the metal until you collapsed onto the floor.
Your breath came fast, shallow, almost choking you, while your palm flew to your chest, trying to slow your racing heart.
You felt like you had just ran a marathon.
You were actually afraid.
Truly.
But it didn’t stop the heat that pulsed low in your body.
Your insides twisted restlessly, your nipples hardening under your touch as adrenaline scorched through you.
“Shit…” you whispered, before the door behind you shuddered violently and you gasped, scrambling away.
“What the hell…?”
It shook again, harder this time.
Was he throwing himself against it?
Your eyes widened in horror, imagining him forcing himself on the door like a battering ram, just to get to you.
Then you heard a softer sound, scraping dragged across the metal door.
His talons.
Slow, teasing, scratching.
Your skin crawled with something you couldn’t even name.
“You riled me up,” his voice came through, muffled but calm now, almost gentle, “only to run and hide after?”
The door jolted again, his fist landing on the barrier between you.
You bit your bottom lip, teeth digging into it at the thought of him getting to you, of what he might do when he finally had you trapped beneath him.
“Come out, Tiv’ka. Let’s play hunt again.”
His voice sounded gentle now, deep, calm and devastatingly tempting.
Your hand slid down almost without your permission, pressing against the damp heat gathering between your legs, your body betraying every rational thought once again.
You were supposed to be the one teasing him, not the other way around.
You let out a soft, broken moan as your fingers brushed the soaked cotton, two pressing hard against your clit through the fabric. The adrenaline had you drenched, every nerve screaming.
“Tiv’ka…” His voice slid through the door, low and coaxing, nails dragging slow lines down the metal, screech that vibrated straight to your core.
“Open the door,” he groaned, the words cracking with raw need.
“Ah—” Your back arched off the floor, hips chasing your own touch. He responded immediately, a rough, frustrated growl, like he was punishing himself for not having you under his hands already.
He could hear everything.
And a thrill ran straight through you knowing it, knowing he was forced to listen, barred just inches from you, desperate. He could hear every hitch of breath, every slick sound.
You wanted him to know exactly what he couldn’t have.
“Zha’kor…” You moaned his name, crawling closer until your spine pressed flush to the door. Your hand slipped beneath the waistband, fingers gliding through slick folds to circle your entrance.
Another growl behind the door, frustrated, desperate, the kind that said he’d tear the ship apart if it meant watching you come.
The damn voyeur he was.
“If I get to you…” He let the threat hang, voice gruff and guttural, then you heard his heavy body sliding down the other side of the door, sinking against it.
“Yeah?” you taunted, as you eased one finger inside you again. Your pussy took it greedily, a soft gasp slipping out. “What then?”
“Open the door, let me touch you instead.” The words scraped out of his throat, need and threat braided tight. You could feel the heat of him through the metal, claws worrying the surface like he was trying to claw his way inside.
“Say please,” you murmured, finger sliding in and out with lazy, wet sounds filling the space between you.
But instead of another threat, came…
Silence. Absolute, sudden silence.
You still felt him there.
A moment ago, his claws scraped the metal, fists pounding, heat radiating even through the cold steel.
But now, nothing. No scraping. No breathing.
Just silence.
You wondered if please was a foreign word to him or if he was debating whether to obey… or simply leave.
You froze, pulling your hand away, pressing your ear to the door, listening.
Had he really stopped?
A few seconds passed, then metal shrieked against metal, the entire door ripped free of its frame with a tortured shriek.
You lunged forward, scrambling on your hands and knees away from it.
One hand gripped the frame above him, his chest rising and falling like he had run miles. His eyes were darker, dreadlocks hanging wild around his face. His breathing was heavy, ragged, almost smoking with heat.
He looked like a wild animal, and god, he really was.
Your jaw went slack.
He filled the doorway, huge, terrifying, breathtaking.
He braced his forearm against the frame, looming over you, still trying to steady his breath.
Your hand crept behind you, fingertip brushing the trigger of the sound trap that could drop him to his knees.
But before you could speak, he did.
“Please.”
The word fell from him like a painful confession.
Your heart kicked hard, heat rushing up your neck. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to stay composed, but that single begging word hit you harder than all his growls and threats combined.
He sounded so genuine, as if the word had been pulled from somewhere deep inside him.
He stood outside the threshold, refusing to cross it, simply waiting… waiting for you to come to him.
Your fingers slackened, dropping the trigger behind you.
Using it felt like cheating, like breaking the unspoken promise that had formed the moment he had given that word to you.
He had begged.
That was all you wanted.
No need to push your luck.
“Say it again,” you whispered, sinking to your knees, tilting your face up to him with the sweetest, most innocent smile you could muster.
“Please…” he repeated, immediate, instinctive and you wondered if he understood what that word did to you.
Your heart beat unevenly now, breath catching faster, your mind swarming with images of him begging for more, to touch you, to fill you… begging you to let him cum.
Heat flushed over every inch of you. You needed to touch him, needed to feel those muscles tense around you as he buried himself deep inside.
You rose slowly, your skin aching to be touched.
He saw it, your heat flaring bright in his vision, the tremor in your legs, the way your nipples strained against nothing. His mandibles parted on a silent inhale, drinking you in, nothing but a thin, soaked cotton clinging to your hips and the scrap of cloth tied over your nose and mouth. His own heat and pheromones emitting in waves, thick and dizzying even through the filter.
You took one step. Then another. Close enough now to feel the needy warmth of his body, close enough to see the thickness straining beneath his loincloth.
One more word from him and you’d crawl the rest of the way.
Your palm met the rough blue of his chest, fingers spreading, nails scraping just enough to draw a low, rolling groan from his throat.
You tipped your chin up, his red eyes were already waiting, pupils studying your face.
“Were you going to hurt me?” you asked, voice soft, nails dragging again over his skin.
“Never.” His answer came quick, certain. His massive hand lifting, thumb brushing your cheek with surprising gentleness, tracing the edge of your mask. You leaned into it, eyes never leaving his.
“You’re a good hunter, Tiv’ka.” The praise rumbled out, warm and proud, and your heart stumbled again.
If only he knew what that praise did to you.
“But now,” he continued, voice dropping to a growl that vibrated through your palm, “you learn what happens when you taunt a bigger one.”
Before you could answer, his arm hooked your waist. The world flipped. You landed across his shoulder with a soft oof, the ship tilting, his scent flooding your senses even through the cloth. One clawed hand clamped possessively over the backs of your thighs, holding you steady.
Your eyes snapped wide, his shoulder a solid bar beneath your belly. He strode down the corridor, snatching the discarded T-shirt mid-stride and tucking it into his belt like a trophy.
The flight-deck door hissed open. Heavy steps thudded across the deck. The pilot’s chair groaned as he dropped into it, sliding you from his shoulder to his lap in one motion.
You blinked, breath catching up your throat. In his grip you were weightless, breakable, like a doll.
“Did you smear your cum all over my chair?” he asked, voice low and threatening.
His claws hooked your mask and tossed it aside. The cool air of the deck hit your face, before his scent flooded in, thick and heady.
You nodded at him.
“You did?” A soft huff of amusement. His fingers caught your chin, tilting it up until you had nowhere to look but those red eyes.
“Why?”
Thumb brushing your lower lip as he waited for an answer.
“Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”
His thumb pressed harder against your lips. You parted them, tongue sliding wet along the rough pad and the growl in his chest deepened, rolling like a deep purr.
He watched, transfixed, as your lips curled around his thumb, your small mouth always entertaining him. Then he hooked inside your cheek, tugging just enough to make you flinch.
“I wanted you to beg for me,” you breathed, the words raw against his grip.
He released your cheek, leaving the inside tender. “Too bold for a soft ooman,” he rumbled, voice painted with something close to irritation.
“You know what I could do to you?”
His thumb brushed your swollen lip again, gentler now, but the threat lingered in the air between you.
“Do you?”
He pulled you closer to him, your legs straddling his lap now and you were pressed tight against him, your eyes drifting down. You flicked the loincloth off his waist with one finger, gaze landing on his alien shaft, already pulsing against his thigh, veins thick and alien adorning it.
That thing was somehow bigger than last time, the pointed tip glistening with that milky, green-tinged precum. You dragged your thumb over the slick bead, gathering it, then pressed it to your tongue, your eyes locked on his as the sweet, sharp taste flooded your mouth.
And oh what a sight he was.
You’d never seen him that shocked before, his red eyes flicking from your mouth to your eyes, trying to process what you had just done.
And you smirked.
You had him again.
Your plan was going exactly how you wanted it.
Or so you thought.
Because his next move stole every word from your throat.
One massive hand clamped the control stick and shoved it forward. The ship roared to life, charging ahead so hard your stomach flipped. You gasped, fingers scrabbling on his chest, clinging to him for dear life.
Eyes squeezed shut, you buried your face against his skin, too terrified to watch the blur of stars streaking past.
You couldn’t think past that wild spike of adrenaline flooding your veins, your heart threatening to break your ribs.
And he felt it. He knew how you enjoyed this.
The ship slammed to a dead stop. Your nails had carved crescents into his rough chest to keep from pitching forward.
You blinked, twisted in his lap and looked ahead.
Your jaw dropped. The viewport framed the edge of a cliff, the ship hovering a few meters from a drop into the void.
“Zha’kor,” you whispered, his name barely a breath, terrified the slightest move would nudge the ship over the edge and send you both to your deaths.
He tilted his head at you slowly.
“Scared, Tiv’ka?” A low rumble in his chest. “My brave girl afraid of heights?” His claws combed gently through your hair, casual, as if death wasn’t just inches beneath you.
“No, I’m scared of dying,” you snapped, trying to scramble off his lap. His arm locked around your waist, planting you firmly back against him.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growled, the sound rumbling deep, like a lion warning its prey.
You folded your arms, frowning.
“What are we doing here?”
“I thought you liked danger.” He leaned in closer and you jerked back, your spine bumping the control stick again, the ship inching forward.
You gasped, freezing solid.
“Isn’t that what gets you wet? Danger?” His growl burned hot against your ear as he leaned in, chest pinning you to the console. Your back nudged the stick again, the ship creeping closer to the void.
“No,” you snapped, palms shoving at the wall of him, “I like it when you chase me, not when I’m about to fucking die.”
He didn’t budge. Just tilted his head, his red eyes gleaming. “What makes you think you’re not about to die when I chase you?”
His claws planted on either side of your head now, caging you. His chest pressing harder against your hands, daring you to push again.
“You wouldn’t hurt me,” you breathed, your voice trembling as his mandibles grazed your neck, warm tongue dragging slow and wet down your throat.
“I wouldn’t,” he rumbled, mouth traveling to your shoulder, biting softly at your flesh, just enough to sting.
“But you put up a hunt, Tiv’ka. What did you think I’d do?” He hummed over your neck.
“You don’t get to choose what happens now.” The growl vibrated against your ear, low and feral, raising goosebumps across every part of your body.
His head dipped lower, still planted in the chair and he dragged his tongue slow over your belly until he reached your sweet spot, dragging the underwear off your thighs. Your pussy clenched greedily for his tongue, welcoming the wetness you’ve been longing for.
“Fuck…” you exhaled, head snapping back, eyes fixed on the ceiling as your hips rolled shyly, chasing the friction.
“Oh my God—” you gasped when his shoulder nudged the control stick, the ship groaning forward.
“Fuck—” he growled against you, voice thick and dazed.
“You clenched on my tongue just now.” He sounded drunk on it, utterly mesmerized that your cunt had sucked him deeper the instant death was closer.
He pressed that split tongue back to your entrance, pushing deeper, hungrily, rubbing inside you like he was starving for every drop of your taste.
“Oh God—” you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as he forced your thighs wider across the panel. Buttons clicking beneath you, before a low boom echoed through the hull.
You snapped your eyes open, looking back at the viewport where a missile streaked across the chasm and detonated in a fiery explosion.
“Zha’kor—” you gasped, palms shoving him away. “You’re crushing me into the damn buttons.”
“I know,” he murmured, the vibration of his voice sinking straight into your clit. His dreadlocks dragging soft across your inner thighs and you bit the back of your hand, struggling not to moan.
“But there was an explosion—” you started, voice shaking.
“I don’t fucking care,” he growled into your wetness, tongue circling your sweet spot just how he knew you liked it.
That reckless, sex-drunk bastard had just torched half a planet because he needed your taste on his tongue, more than air in his lungs. Your pulse spiked again.
You enjoyed this a little too much, how out of control he was for you.
“Ah—fuck—” you gasped as his rough thumb found your clit, circling just right, sending your back arching off the panel for more.
He pulled back an inch, red eyes locking on yours, his mandibles moving in time with his shallow breath and he looked desperate for more.
“You look scared,” he rumbled, voice thick with amusement, chest buzzing with a laugh he wouldn’t let out.
“I fucking love it when you look like that.” The growl rolled low as he rose, hands slamming down on either side of your head. His dreadlocks brushing your cheeks, before his tongue dragged slow across your bottom lip, letting you taste yourself on his saliva.
Your eyes opened wide in shock.
“You’ve never done this before,” you breathed dazed, tasting yourself on your lip. This was the closest you had ever come to kissing him, something you never thought was possible with your anatomies contrasting.
“Do it again,” you begged, needy and sweet, honey dripping off every syllable.
And he obeyed. Of course he did. He was helpless against you and you knew it.
You knew how you looked to him, cheeks flushed red, lips swollen and bitten raw, eyes blown wide with want, your heart beating faster every time he touched you.
He had a soft spot for you when you needed him so badly, when your own body betrayed you so obviously.
His head lowered again slowly, his tongue brushing your lips. You were quick this time, darting yours out to meet it. A low growl rolled from his chest, a satisfied purr when he felt your tongue slide against his.
“Again,” you begged, needy, “again.”
And when he pulled away for a second to look at you, you grabbed a dreadlock in each fist and pulled him down, crushing his mouth to yours, tongue ready and eager. He made a startled little noise that had you grinning into the kiss as you worked your lips against his strange mouth, soft and slow, showing him the human way. You didn’t know if he felt anything close to what you did, but to you it was so natural, so intimate, almost feeling romantic.
You and your damn human needs…
His hands grabbed your hips then, claws biting in as the rumble in his chest grew louder. You clung harder to his dreadlocks, tongue sliding over his again and again, teasing and tasting until you sucked on it hard. His nails dug into your soft flesh before one massive hand shot up, gripping your entire jaw, holding you locked in place. His mandibles closed slowly around your face, gentle but possessive, as he pushed his tongue deeper into your mouth, eager to feel every inch of it against his.
Oh… so he feels just as good.
He growled deeper, pinning you hard against the console as his tongue swept every corner of your mouth, lapping at your saliva like he had been dying of thirst and you were the only water left in the world. His mandibles stayed locked around your face, but with every moan you fed him they eased just enough to let you gasp for air.
Then he slid a thick finger in alongside his tongue. Both of you licking it messily while you stared up at him with wide, watery eyes as he pressed down on your tongue. You loved how wrecked he looked, pupils blown wide, dreadlocks falling messy across his face.
Completely out of control. Like making out was a brand new territory for him. And it probably was.
His tongue curled over yours one last time, tasting you, tasting him on you, before he dragged that slick finger free and lowered it slow between your thighs.
He rubbed twice against your folds before pressing it inside hurriedly, like he couldn’t control anything anymore, neither his body nor his mind.
“Stop me,” he growled into your mouth, that guttural alien voice rumbling between licks, his mandibles moving as your tongues battled for dominance.
“No,” you breathed against his efforts to pull back.
You knew he was scared of himself, of what he’d do to you if you let him.
You swallowed his saliva, dragging a dreadlock to your lips, the rubbery texture strange against your tongue as you sucked it deep. He moved his finger faster inside you, way faster than you expected, not a hint of caution left, making you gasp.
He was done treating you gently since you refused to stop him.
He dropped his head, biting hard into your shoulder like he was trying to trap the sounds in his throat, but his hips betrayed him, jerking against the control panel the moment you gagged on his dreadlock.
“Zha’kor,” you whispered, something in you needing to see him right then.
And you were glad you did, because there it was, that face you had only glimpsed once before. Utterly lost, sweat beading and sliding down his forehead, red eyes wild with hunger yet begging for a control he had already lost.
He looked beautiful like that, a lethal alien crumbling under your touch, your soft voice, staring at you, waiting for you to say the word.
You cupped around his mandibles, pulled him down until your lips brushed the rough skin beside his temple, and breathed,
“Do whatever you want to me.”
He leaned back just enough to take your face in, staring up at him breathless, your slick walls clenching around his buried finger, as you begged him to use your body however he wanted.
In a second you were on your stomach against the control panel, thigh brushing the control stick and you tried your best to shift away so you wouldn’t trigger it and send you both to your doom.
But he didn’t care, lifting your hips up to his face, his tongue sliding hot between your ass cheeks. You gasped in surprise, twisting your body to look at him and accidentally nudging the stick. The ship crept even closer to the edge.
“Shit,” you whimpered scared, shutting your eyes tight as his tongue licked you again, your ass now as wet as your pussy. Pleasure and fear mixing dangerously.
He pressed a heavy hand on your back and you couldn’t move, trapped beneath him. You felt his hot cock rubbing against your ass cheeks and you squeezed them on instinct, intrigued but scared of what he was about to do.
“Zha’kor?” you called his name, before you felt his cock sliding between your cheeks and ending up against your lower back.
His hips snapped forward, again, again, skin slapping skin, low groans rumbling in time with every thrust, his breath hot against your ear.
He was addicted now, chasing every soft inch of you after tasting the inside of your mouth. He just couldn’t get enough of you.
You gripped the panel tight as he kept sliding between your cheeks, his alien cock burning hotter with every thrust, pulsing, throbbing, desperate to spill. A broken moan slipped from your lips before you feel the first hot splash of cum streaking your lower back.
You gasped. Already?
Before you could catch your breath, his hands grabbed your hips and shoved you farther across the console.
“Squeeze your legs together for me,” he rasped against your ear, chest pressing to your back, the rumble in him vibrating through your body, his breath shallow and fast.
You obeyed. He lifted your ass higher, then eased his still-hard cock between your thighs, the thick heat gliding along your clit and beyond, dragging a delicious gasp from your throat at the wet, perfect friction.
He pulled back and slammed forward harder, your knee smacking the control stick. You gasped as the ship moved, the cliff’s edge coming closer and closer in view.
“Zha’kor, wait—” you whimpered, but he only thrusted again, harder, your knee striking the stick with the force. Fear and pleasure twisted tight in your gut as his slick, ridged cock dragged over your clit, every bump teasing you just right. You rocked back on instinct.
“We’re going to die,” you whined.
His hand snatched your wrist then, yanking it behind you for leverage, using it to haul you onto his cock. Your thighs clenched without thinking, his hips snapped faster, harder, as if you had touched him exactly where he needed you to, finding the sweet spot on his dick. A raw, primal groan tore from his throat.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he growled, dragging you back to meet every brutal thrust.
He cursed in his language, voice rumbling against you, his dick vibrating between your thighs and against your clit, making you squirm underneath him. Your hands desperately trying to sneak beneath you as you finally managed to take hold of his pointy spongy tip sliding in your fist now.
He choked on a breath, then pounded into your grip, each thrust ripping a guttural, animal growl from his throat, air hissing out like he had been chasing prey. The ridges of his shaft dragged over your clit with every stroke, sending shocks of pleasure up your spine.
You bumped your knee against the stick again and the ship moved just enough so you could feel it tilting on the edge of the cliff, and you gasped in fear, squirming helplessly underneath him to back away from the control panel.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Move,” he groaned, voice cracking with lust and frustration, mandibles snapping beside your face as the ship teetered on the edge.
His massive hand clamped your jaw, wrenching your face sideways until his tongue found your mouth.
He fucked between your thighs like a beast in a rut, wet, filthy slaps filling the room, his mouth against yours. With your eyes squeezed shut, you tried to block out the cliff’s edge creeping closer, but your pulse hammered, your pussy flooding hotter with every tilt of the ship. You were addicted now, ruined by him, chasing danger.
His chest crushed against your back, arms locking you in a cage of muscle and heat.
He pinned your face close, forehead grinding against your temple, tongue dragging over your shoulder to lap at the thin trickle of blood from his earlier bite.
His thrusts turned wild, sloppy and desperate, as the ship groaned louder, metal scraping the cliff’s lip.
Your eyes were wide open now, locked on the cliff’s edge coming closer, pupils wide as you bit down hard on his finger brushing over your lips. Your hips shoved back against him, heat pooling in your gut, clit throbbing against his vibrating, alien shaft.
“We’re going to crash,” you moaned, walls clenching hard, before you let yourself go. Eyes flaring wider as your pussy gushed, a shocking flood of wetness you had never felt before.
You gasped, air punched from your lungs, squirting for the first time in your life. Slick poured over the panel, your jaw locked open in a silent scream as you rode the blinding orgasm, grinding back on his cock trapped between your thighs.
He froze for just a second, his cock gripped tight between your thighs as you rubbed your clit against it, still pulsing from your release.
His hips snapped back to their frantic rhythm once he registered what you’d just done.
You hadn’t even finished riding it out when another hot spurt flooded between your thighs, this time his. His hand clamped your waist, the other seized your nape, locking you in place as he drove forward. His cum shot thick and messy across the control panel, streaking your stomach, hot and heavy just like last time.
He came with a deep, broken groan, words in his native tongue spilling out raw and guttural.
Your arms shook, you gripped the console hard so he wouldn’t fuck you straight through it and into another dimension.
Your belly dripped with him now, warm, thick, everywhere.
You slid your palm over his tip as he kept thrusting, and he groaned louder, burying himself deeper between your thighs, hips stuttering to a halt while you rubbed faster. Wild gasps tore from his throat, rough and broken above you, his whole body locked rigid as he came harder and you still couldn’t fathom how much semen he had stored in him.
He sagged over you, hands slamming down on either side of your head, chest sealing to your back. His cock kept vibrating between your thighs, pulsing out the last thick ropes of cum.
He was burning hot above you, wrecked and spent, breath coming out rough and heavy, dreadlocks spilling around you like a dark curtain.
You tried to move, wincing at the sticky mess on your belly, but your jaw clenched when his tongue dragged slow across your nape, lapping the sweat there before licking your ear, making you hiss.
“Aren’t you tired?” you smirked, twisting to meet his face.
“I’m stopping only because you’re tired,” he rumbled. “I can go like this for days.”
You gulped.
Days?
You couldn’t tell if it was excitement or pure threat you were feeling.
You forced a shaky smile as he gave one final, hot push between your thighs, stopping right at your clit and letting out a soft, satisfied groan, his breath falling hot across your neck.
The ship groaned in echo, finally falling over the edge.
Your stomach dropped as the world tilted before his hand shot from your waist, clamping the control stick and yanking it back. The ship coming to a halt, one second before plunging.
You sucked in air, eyes stinging, bloodshot, and spun to glare at him.
He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just held the stick steady, the ship hovering on the brink, the low thrum of engines vibrating through the deck and into your bones. His other arm stayed locked around your waist, pinning you to his lap, his still-hard cock twitching against your thighs.
“What is it?” he finally asked, voice low, but his eyes were sharp, watching every tremor in your body.
His hand slid from the stick to your hip, thumb tracing slow circles over the mess he had left on your skin, enjoying the feeling of his cum on your body.
“You thought I’d let you die?” He scoffed, chest rumbling, breath still fast from his climax.
He looked… calm. Too calm. A soft afterglow settled over his features, smoothing the sharp edges of his face. His red eyes stayed on you, claws tracing slow paths down your neck and over the swollen curve of your breast, still tender from scraping the panel.
“Was I too rough, Tiv’ka?” His voice rumbled low, but the usual bite was gone, replaced by something careful, almost gentle. His thumb brushed your nipple, then slid lower, wiping a streak of his cum from your stomach.
“You weren’t exactly gentle,” you teased.
His mandibles clicked once. Just that sound and the way his hand stilled, waiting.
“I can handle you,” you smiled, fingers gripping gently around one dreadlock, lifting it to your lips for a soft kiss.
“Are you alright?” he asked, voice quieter now. His hands had frozen, resting on the seat’s arms like he didn’t dare touch you now.
You tilted your head at the sudden change.
“Yes, you didn’t hurt me.” Your palm rose to his neck now, rubbing slow circles over his rough skin.
A low purr begun in his chest, eyes drifting shut as he leaned into your touch.
“You bruise too easily. You humans are so weak…” The words came out gruff, but the insult didn’t hit. The soft purr in his chest giving him away.
“Right, right,” you nodded, smiling knowingly, fingers still scratching gently. The purr deepened, vibrating through his body, warm with satisfaction.
That rough mask was slipping, the hunter giving way to something warm and real. You hadn’t made him crawl (not yet), but he had begged today and that victory bloomed softly in your chest.
“How come every part of you is soft?” His eyes had opened, red and curious, head dipping low. His tongue dragged slow over one nipple while his thumb and finger rolled the other.
You gasped, still shaky from your orgasm, burying your face in the rubbery fall of his dreadlocks. A soft, content purr vibrating against your cheek.
“You have to let me breathe for a second,” you laughed, breathless against his ear.
He stopped instantly, lifting his head until his face hovered inches from yours.
“And what is that?” His eyes looked past you, claw tracing the control panel, gathering a slick mix of his cum and yours on one thick finger.
Your face flamed hot. You shook your head, suddenly losing your ability to speak.
He lifted the finger up to his mandibles and licked it clean, red eyes locked on yours the whole time as you stared back at him.
He growled your name, a satisfied noise rumbling in his throat.
“Next time, you release all that in my mouth.”
It was your turn to choke on a breath now. You shoved at his chest, scrambling to escape his lap as embarrassment burned over you. His hands clamped your hips right away, pinning you on his lap.
A deep, amused rumble vibrated under your thighs. His mandibles nipped your neck playfully.
“Drown me with it,” he teased with a husky voice.
You gasped, slapping his thigh.
“Stop—I didn’t even know I could do that…”
You melted back against his chest, giving up as embarrassment took over.
“So no ooman has ever made you come like that?” His voice softened, curious now.
“No,” you admitted.
You felt him exhaling against you, long and slow, body melting into the chair. “You shouldn’t have told me that, Tiv’ka.”
“Why?” You turned around and your gaze immediately dropped.
His cock was already swelling again, pulsing in time with his breath, growing thicker with every passing second.
“Oh my…” You flicked your eyes back to his.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he shrugged, arms pulling you closer. “You know it’s your fault.” He hummed, his head resting over your shoulder.
“Tiv’ka.” He said your name softer than ever, like only meant for you to hear.
“My body wants to breed the fuck out of you,” he murmured, voice gravel and needy. “Good thing you humans don’t go into heat, or you’d already be carrying my younglings.”
You laughed, light and teasing.
“If you decide to cum inside me one day, maybe we’ll get to see that.”
The words slipped out before you could stop them. Your face scrunched in confusion.
What the hell did I just say?
“Can’t do that,” he replied, his mouth finding your neck, licking it softly.
“Because I’m not an alien like you?” you asked, still wondering why you kept pushing this, like some part of you wanted it.
“Because you’ll break,” he said, tongue gliding over your ear, making you hiss. He couldn’t stop tasting you now, your skin, your sweat, like every part of your body was like a drug he couldn’t get enough of.
“What if I don’t break?” you mumbled, cheeks hot. “I could… practice taking you in. All of you.”
A low, amused rumble rolled through his chest, vibrating against your skin.
“You have no sense of danger, do you?”
He leaned back in the seat, one clawed hand beckoning come. You crawled up his chest, knees settling on either side of his hips.
“I mean, aren’t you curious how your dick would feel insi—”
His palm slammed over your mouth, claws gripping your jaw until it stung. Your breath hitched against his skin.
“You don’t want to know,” he growled, but the words cracked. His pupils blown, mandibles trembling.
He was fighting himself. Every muscle locked, cock jerking against your thighs, leaking. The thought of your tight walls clenching around him, stretching, taking, had him shaking.
You licked the pad of his palm slowly, a shudder ripping through him. Pride flared hot in your chest, you had crawled under his skin again and made him beg without a word.
You simply nodded at him, letting him think the teasing was over.
His hand released your mouth, slid to your chin and drew you in until his breath hit your lips.
“But if you dare set another trap for me,” he murmured, voice low and lazy, “I’ll pump my cum into every hole you own.”
The threat landed soft, almost sweet. You giggled, the sound bubbling up as his mouth pressed to your cheek, mandibles grazing your skin like a playful nip. His arms tightened, crushing you closer, every inch of him branding you.
“Sure, sure,” you teased back, body molding to his, giggling harder as his mandibles tickled your neck. And if you were to suffocate in his grip, you weren’t even able to resist him even that.
a/n: It’s been a hot minute but I promised myself I’ll update this story before Badlands drops 🤭 thank you everyone for showing this story so much love, if it wasn’t for you I don’t think I’d get out of my writer’s block 💙 Now I need to be honest with you, I’m dying to know what you thought of this extra long part 😏 comment your favourite moment and I’ll see you on the next part 🫶
hi love!! i have a req for tsu’tey x reader few years post war, where he’s the oloeyktan and busy always working. Say they have gotten an arranged mating due to eywa and mo’at will, live like roommates but the attraction is there and it’s tensessse. reader gets sick of him being a gentlemen and takes things into her own hands w neytiri , staging a convo she knows tsutey will overhear where she mentions returning back to her clan and marrying this warrior tsutey has never gotten along with as her and tsutey’ marriage can still be void . Tsutey is mad asf and he comes home later that night n takes reader to pound town. N
❀࿔: you belong to me
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔ tsu'tey x fem! omaticaya! reader
summary: you were chosen as future tsahik after neytiri stepped down from her position to be with jake, which also meant you were now promised to tsu’tey. the two of you live together, and the attraction between you two hangs thick in the air. however, tsu’tey doesn’t allow himself to make a move, wanting to be honorable. you grow impatient and decide to take matters into your own hands…. 👅
warnings: lower caps, smut, p in v, tsu’tey is a bit of a bootyhole at first but redeems himself, oral (f receiving), masturbation, tit sucking, multiple positions/orgasms, squirting, fingering, biting/marking, mo’at and neytiri being queens, forgot a tsaheylu scene smh, jealous tsu’tey, wants to be a gentleman but reader said nuh uh 😂, possessive tsu’tey but reader reciprocates the energy
word count: 9.8k
author's note: this flowkirk might be one of the sexiest things i’ve ever written im ngl 😂😂✌️ tysm for requesting and i hope you like it, i had a lot of fun writing this 💗
na’vi translations:
irayo - thank you
tsmuke - sister
the fire crackled softly, casting flickering golden light across the woven kelku. the evening air was cool, and the forest outside hummed with night creatures.
you sat on a low woven mat, arranging dry vines and leaves to coax the flames higher.
tsu’tey had not returned yet. It was normal for him to be late, you knew tsu’teys duties as olo’eyktan never ended—scouting borders, training hunters, settling disputes among warriors.
as the olo’eyktan, tsu’tey had grown into his role with grace and strength. his leadership was respected and admired by all in the omatikaya clan. he had healed from his wounds both physically and emotionally, using his experiences to guide his people.
after neytiri stepped down from her position to be with jake— mo’at had chosen you to be the next tsahik.
tsu’tey had been slightly surprised when mo’at made the announcement, but he quickly composed himself and bowed respectfully. he knew the importance of the tsahiks role and trusted mo’ats judgment. besides, you had always shown wisdom and connection to eywa.
however, as future tsahik, you werent only spiritual leader in training, you were also tsu’teys promised mate.
as olo’eyktan, tsu’tey was aware of the arrangements made for the new tsahik. when mo’at informed him that he was to mate with you, he felt a mix of honor and...something else. he had always respected you, and now he would be bound to you in the most sacred way.
months had passed since mo’ats announcement, and tsu’teys kelku had become yours too.
it was simple but strong: woven vines, sturdy poles driven deep into the ground, a low entrance draped with soft furs.
the air inside was thick with something unspoken.
tsu’tey hadn’t touched you, atleast not in a way that could be called affectionate.
but he watched you: the curve of your jaw as firelight danced on it, the grace in your movements when tending herbs or when weaving vines. when he thought you weren’t looking, his eyes traced every part of you—lingering on your lips, then quickly darting away.
tsu'tey had always been patient and respectful, especially considering his role in the clan. he never wanted to rush or force anything, especially when it came to such an important bond. he had shown his attraction through gentle gestures, protective behavior, and lingering glances.
he was trying to maintain some sense of honor and respect despite the chaos your presence was causing within him. he didn't want to take advantage of the situation or of you. he wanted things to be proper between you when yoy eventually mated.
but the silence stretched too long.
you sat across from him night after night, close, yet untouched. the attraction was palpable, burning like the fire between you, but tsu’tey remained rigid, respectful to a fault.
he treated you as his promised mate, yes, but with distance, and it drove you mad.
the fire burned steadily now, casting long shadows that danced across the walls of your shared kelku.
the entrance flap to the kelku rustled as tsu’tey finally returned. he found you sitting by the fire, your expression a mix of annoyance and longing.
“you are home late.” you observed.
“the clan needed me,” he replied simply, his voice deep and steady. he could see the fire reflecting in your eyes, casting shadows on your face. “are you well?”
you gave him a simple nod. “mhm.”
he moved closer, his presence filling the kelku. he sat down near the fire, deliberately close to you but not touching. “the fire is warm.” he commented.
“it is cold out. come closer and get warmer.”
he hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. slowly, he moved closer, his body pressing against yours as he sat beside the fire. “i am warm enough.” he said quietly.
you let out a small sigh before turning your attention back to the fire
tsu’tey watched you out of the corner of his eye, noticing your posture stiffen slightly at his response. he could feel the tension between you two, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.
he finally turned to face you, his eyes locking onto yours. “you grow tired of my patience.” it wasn't a question. his hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your face toward him. “i wait because this bond is sacred. but i am no longer a young hunter who does not know what he wants.” his thumb traced your cheek.
“okay” you replied simply.
tsu'tey's hand lingered on your face for a moment longer before dropping away. he could feel your impatience radiating off of you in waves, and it only served to increase his own frustration. he watched as you turned your gaze back to the fire, your posture rigid and uninviting.
“how was your day?” you asked suddenly, hoping to ease some of the tension.
“it was long," he replied. “i dealt with some disputes among the hunters.”
you nodded understandingly. “are you tired now?”
“yes,” he admitted, his voice low and gruff. he was tired, not just physically but emotionally as well. the constant tension between you two was wearing on him, and he could feel his resolve cracking. “i should sleep.” he began to rise, preparing to move to his sleeping mat.
tsu'tey paused, turning to look at you as you extinguished the fire. he watched as you stood up, your movements fluid and graceful in the dim moonlight filtering through the kelku. his eyes followed you as you began to walk towards your sleeping mat, his own steps slowing.
you settled comfortably into your mat, but you kept your eyes on him.
tsu'tey hesitated for a moment longer, his gaze locked with yours. he could see the expectation in your eyes, the silent plea for him to do something, anything. with a deep breath, he decided to ignore it, moving instead to his own sleeping mat.
you sighed heavily as he settled into his mat.
tsu'tey heard your frustrated huff and it only served to fuel his own growing irritation. he lay down on his mat, turning his back to you deliberately. his muscles were tense, every fiber of his being screaming at him to go to you, but his stubbornness held him back. “sleep,” he whispered.
you tried to, but you couldn’t. most nights were like that.
the silence stretched on, and tsu’tey could sense your restlessness. his own sleep was elusive as well, his mind racing with thoughts of you lying just a few feet away. he clenched his jaw tightly.
“tsu’tey?” you called out softly.
tsu'tey's body remained still, but his ears twitched at the sound of your voice. he didn't answer immediately, hoping that if he stayed quiet enough, you might just give up and go to sleep. but deep down, he knew that wasn't going to happen. “what is it?” he finally grumbled, his back still turned to you.
“come lie down with me. i’m cold.” you whispered.
tsu'tey's heart pounded in his chest at your words. it was a simple request, but it held so much more meaning behind it. he hesitated for a moment longer before standing up and walking over to your mat.
he watched the way you smiled at him in the moonlight and it nearly undid him. he lay down beside you, keeping a small distance between you two initially. his body was warm, and he could feel you scooting closer to him, instinctively seeking his heat. “i am not cold.” he muttered.
“well, i am. and you are warm.”
tsu'tey felt your body press closer to his, seeking warmth. he could feel your cold feet tangling with his, your arms wrapping around his waist unconsciously. he stiffened at the innocent contact.
you felt him tense under your touch, and you placed a hand on his chest, hoping to calm him down.
his breath hitched as your hand landed on his chest. his heart beat wildly under your palm, a stark contrast to the calm facade he was trying to maintain. he felt your cold fingers spread out over his warm skin, and without thinking, he covered your hand with his own.
“you are so tense. why is that?” you asked softly.
he looked down at you, his eyes searching yours in the dim light. his thumb gently caressed the back of your hand, a soothing gesture that belied the turmoil inside him. “i am not tense.” he lied, his voice low. “go to sleep.”
you began to rub your hands up his arms, aiming to create a more comfortable atmosphere between the two of you. “i am not tired.”
his body tensed even more as your hands moved up his arms. he felt your fingers gently squeeze his biceps, and he could feel his resolve weakening. he turned his head to look at you, his eyes locking onto your mouth. “stop touching me.” he growled.
your eyes narrowed. “why?”
tsu’teys jaw clenched as he struggled to find an answer. he couldn't tell you the truth, that your touch was driving him insane with desire. instead, he said, “because i am trying to sleep.” his voice was strained, his breathing shallow.
you let out a heavy sigh and let go of his arms, turning your back to him deliberately.
tsu'tey felt the sudden loss of your touch and his body ached with frustration. he watched as you turned your back to him, your form stiff with annoyance.
the night grew silent except for the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. tsu’tey lay awake, his mind a battlefield of self-control. he could feel your restless movements beside him, knowing you were just as awake as he was. the tension between you was palpable, almost suffocating.
you eventually lulled off to sleep and woke up the next morning to see tsu’tey already gone, like always.
you sighed heavily and rose from your mat, feeling the emptiness beside you. the morning air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of the forest after a brief rain. as you stepped out of the kelku, you could see tsu’tey in the distance, already engaged in a conversation with some of the hunters. his posture was rigid, his expression serious.
you didn’t bother going to him. instead, you went to mo’ats hut for your daily training as future tsahik.
mo'at greeted you with her usual smile as you approached her hut. inside, the atmosphere was calm and focused, a stark contrast to the turmoil outside. as you began your training, mo’at watched you carefully, her eyes thoughtful. “your control is improving.” she complimented.
“thank you, tsahik. i try.” you replied warmly.
mo'at nodded, her gaze lingering on your face for a moment before she turned her attention back to the lesson at hand. as the morning progressed, you felt yourself sinking deeper into the calm and centered state that your lessons provided.
as you excelled in your training, the constant reminder of your future role as tsahik also served as a painful reminder of the bond you were supposed to share with tsu’tey. the position demanded closeness, understanding, and unity— things that seemed increasingly difficult between you two.
his cold shoulder and deliberate distance only confused and frustrated you further. you could see the longing in his eyes when he thought you weren't looking, the way his gaze lingered on you during meals or clan gatherings.
“irayo, mo’at” you thanked her.
mo'at watched as you gathered your belongings, her eyes reflecting a mix of pride and concern. she had seen the unspoken tension between you and tsu’tey, and she knew that it was taking a toll on you.
she paused as you prepared to leave, her expression turning thoughtful. she stood up from her seated position, her voice low and serious. “come here for a moment, child.” she beckoned you closer.
as you approached, mo’at gently placed her hands on your shoulders, her touch warm and comforting. she looked into your eyes with a mixture of understanding and concern. “you are doing well in your training, very well indeed. but there is something else weighing heavy on your heart, isn’t there?”
“i… i dont think so.” you lied.
mo’ats eyes softened, and she gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze. she was not fooled by your lie, her years of experience as tsahik allowing her to see the truth behind your words. “i have known you long enough to recognize when something troubles you deeply.”
you sighed heavily. “tsu’tey…” you started. “he just… he’s not allowing himself to open up to me.”
her expression turned thoughtful, her hands slowly releasing your shoulders. she guided you to sit down beside her, her voice gentle but firm. “the path of olo’eyktan and tsahik is complex and intertwined. it requires openness, trust, and a deep understanding that goes beyond mere words.”
“i know. i thought that we had that. i see the way he looks at me. so why won’t he do something about it?” there was frustration in your tone.
she listened, her eyes reflecting empathy and understanding. she paused for a moment before responding, choosing her words carefully. “tsu’tey is a leader born of great responsibility and expectation. his heart desires you, that much is clear to anyone who observes you together.” she paused.
“but tsu'tey is also a man of honor and dignity. he will not act rashly or carelessly, especially when it comes to matters of the heart and his duty as a leader.”
you smiled warmly. “thank you, tsahik.”
mo'at returned your smile warmly, her eyes basking in the respect and affection you held for her. “you are always welcome here, child. be patient and stay true to yourself, and trust in the wisdom of your heart.”
as you stepped out of mo’ats hut, the cool evening air wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. the sound of laughter and chatter from the village filled the air, a reminder of the simple pleasures of life. you took a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of calm and understanding.
as you began to make your way back to your kelku, you noticed tsu’tey standing nearby, his tall figure illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun. he was engaged in a conversations with a few warriors, his arms folded across his chest as he listened attentively.
you eyes raked over his body, taking in his serious expression, his toned muscles…
tsu’tey remained oblivious to your lingering gaze, his focus entirely on the conversation at hand. the other warriors seemed engrossed in his words, their expressions serious and respectful. as you stood there, watching him, you felt a familiar ache in your chest— longing mixed with frustration.
you snapped out of it and stepped inside the kelku you shared with tsu’tey.
the kelku was dimly lit by a small lantern hanging from the ceiling, casting soft shadows across the simple yet cozy interior. your eyes immediately went to the separate sleeping areas— one for you and one for tsu'tey.
you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment and confusion as you looked at the separate areas. it was a reminder of the distance tsu’tey maintained between you, despite your intended roles as mates.
the kelku flap rustled as tsu’tey entered, his figure momentarily silhouetted against the evening light. he moved quietly, seemingly lost in thought as he hung up his gear and adjusted his clothing.
“what was going on out there?” you asked curiously.
tsu’tey paused, his hand hovering over the lantern as he seemed to gather his thoughts. he turned to face you, his expression stern but not unkind. “a disagreement among the warriors. nothing for you to worry about.” he moved to sit down on a nearby mat, his movements stiff and deliberate.
“olo’eyktan duties must be affecting you.”
tsu'tey's expression softened slightly, though he still seemed distant. he let out a small sigh. “the burdens of leadership are heavy. every decision i make affects our people.” he looked at you then, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he looked away.
you nodded understandingly. “well… you are doing an amazing job.” you offered, smiling at him warmly.
his jaw tightened at your words, as if your praise unsettled him. he shifted on the mat, his gaze lingering on the ground between you. “you should rest.” his eyes drifted up to yours again, dark and conflicted, before he looked away once more. “it is late.”
“come sit with me by the fire. i made it for both of us.”
tsu'tey hesitated for a moment before slowly rising from the mat and moving towards the firepit. the flickering flames cast shadows on his face, highlighting his strong features and the exhaustion in his eyes. he sat down beside you, leaving a small but noticeable space.
you turned your attention to him. the firelight danced across his face, painting his features in warm tones that contrasted with his usual stoic demeanor. his eyes, normally sharp and alert, softened slightly as he stared into the flames, lost in thought. his profile was strong and proud, his jawline firm.
after a moment, tsu’tey seemed to sense your gaze on him. he turned his head slightly, catching you staring. instead of looking away or reprimanding you, he held your gaze, his own eyes searching yours in the flickering firelight.
a smile tugged at your lips before you looked away.
he eyes lingered on your smile for a moment before he too looked away, back towards the fire. the silence between you was comfortable yet charged with a tension neither of you seemed willing to acknowledge.
you poked at the fire, sending sparks flying upwards. tsu’teys gaze drifted from the flames to your hands. they were small and delicate compared to his own, moving with a grace that held his attention.
his gaze intensified as he watched you, his thoughts drifting away from the duties and responsibilities that usually consumed him. in this moment, all that mattered was the way your hands moved, the softness of your skin, and the gentle curve of your cheek as you looked down at the fire.
you turned your head and locked eyes with him, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. the fire crackled softly, casting long shadows across your faces as you stared at each other. tsu’teys heart beat a little faster, his chest feeling tight as he held your gaze.
then he suddenly looked away again. the sudden change in his demeanor was palpable. his jaw clenched tightly as he turned his focus back to the fire, his eyes hardening once more. the intimacy that had been building between you seemed to vanish in an instant, replaced by the familiar sternness he was known for.
you let out a sigh and stood up.
tsu'tey's shoulders tensed, his hands clenching into fists on his lap. he didn't look up at you, instead keeping his gaze fixed on the fire. the air between you felt thick with unspoken tension and frustration, the warmth of the moment replaced by a cold, heavy silence.
“i am going to sleep.” you said flatly.
his voice was low and gruff when he replied, “sleep well.” he didn't move to stop you or acknowledge your words with more than a curt response. as you walked away, he remained sitting by the fire, his back stiff and his expression unreadable in the flickering firelight.
you watched as tsu’tey extinguished the fire with a forceful puff, plunging the area into darkness except for the faint, glowing embers. his movements were deliberate, almost angry as he stood up and walked towards his own sleeping area without a glance in your direction.
he lay down on his mat, pulling the thick fur coverings over himself. his movements were abrupt, bordering on angry as he tried to get comfortable. despite the cool night air, beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, a testament to the internal struggle he was clearly engaged in.
you had struggled to fall asleep. you shivered slightly, pulling the thin blanket tighter around you. the night air was cooler than you expected, and your body struggled to generate enough warmth. you tossed and turned for what felt like hours, trying to find a comfortable position, but the cold persisted.
“tsu’tey?” you called out suddenly.
no response came from his direction. the silence was deafening, and you could only assume he was either already asleep or intentionally ignoring you. the cold began to seep deeper into your bones, making it difficult to ignore. you shivered again, hugging yourself tightly.
“tsu’tey?” you called his name again, your voice growing slightly panicked and shaky from the cold. still, there was no response. tsu’tey either seemed determined to ignore you or was truly asleep.
you let out a heavy breath and stood up, making your way over to him.
as you approached, you could see the slow rise and fall of his chest, indicating he was indeed asleep. his face was turned away from you, his profile sharp and unyielding even in sleep. you hesitated for a moment, debating whether to wake him or not. the cold decided for you as you shivered violently.
you stayed silent as you lied down next to him, using your blanket aswell as the heat of his body to warm yourself up.
you pressed yourself close to him, seeking his warmth. his body was like a furnace, radiating heat that quickly began to seep into your cold limbs. you snuggled closer, wrapping the blanket around both of you. tsu’tey stirred slightly in his sleep but didn't wake up.
you sighed contentedly, draping an arm around him, seeking more warmth. thats when he woke up.
his eyes snapped open instantly, his body tensing beneath your touch. he looked down at your arm draped around him, then up at your face in the dim light. his expression was unreadable for a moment before it shifted to annoyance. “what are you doing?” he growled softly.
“i was cold. sorry.” you whispered.
his expression softened momentarily at your apology, but he quickly regained his stoic demeanor. “you should have woken me up instead of... this.” he hesitated before continuing, “...getting so close.”
“you’re warm. it helps.” you smile, rubbing soothing motions on his chest.
your simple touch and gentle smile made his chest tighten unexpectedly. he knew he should push you away, maintain some distance, but your cold body pressed against his was incredibly difficult to resist. when you rubbed his chest, he had to suppress a satisfied sound. “stop that.”
“just relax.” you say soothingly, nuzzling into him.
he inhaled sharply as you nuzzled into his chest, your cold nose pressing against his warm skin. his arms remained stiff at his sides, unsure of what to do with himself. he felt a strange warmth spread through his chest, different from the physical warmth you sought. “i am trying to sleep.”
“then go to sleep.” you replied flatly.
he grumbled internally at your simple response. how could he sleep with you pressed against him like that? your soft body, your gentle breathing, and the way you occasionally rubbed his chest were incredibly distracting. he tried to ignore it all and closed his eyes tightly. “move back to your mat.”
you frowned instantly at his words. “what?”
his voice came out harsher than intended, but he couldn't risk losing control. he needed you to move away before he did something stupid. “i said move back to your own mat. i can't sleep with you like this.”
“just let me hold you. im cold.” you run ypur hands up his arms. “please?”
his breath hitched as you ran your hands up his arms. the plea in your voice was nearly his undoing. his shoulders relaxed slightly, his voice softening despite himself. “…for just a little while.” he murmured softly, pulling the blanket tighter around both of you without conscious thought.
you let out a relieved sigh and began exploring his body with gentle touches, running your hands over his chest and arms. it was innocent exploration driven by curiosity and the need for warmth, but it was making him incredibly uncomfortable in the best possible way. he tried to focus on anything else, but your soft touches felt amazing.
you leaned forward and planted a soft kiss to his shoulder.
that simple kiss nearly broke his resolve. his shoulder tingled where your lips had pressed, and he had to bite back a pleased sound. he cleared his throat quietly, trying to distract himself from the growing warmth in his lower body. “you should sleep.” he suggested gruffly.
“i don’t want to sleep.” you whispered, a smile playing on your lips.
his eyes snapped open at your smirk, and he suddenly understood the shift in your behavior. you weren't just cold anymore; you were intentionally trying to seduce him. he swallowed hard, his body responding despite his mind screaming warnings. “stop it.” he ordered softly but firmly.
you felt his body tense up and you planted another kiss, aiming to calm him down.
he sucked in a sharp breath as your lips touched his shoulder again. he felt his control slipping, and he suddenly grabbed your hand before you could kiss him again. “enough.”
you wanted to scream in frustration. “why?”
he looked into your eyes, seeing the frustration and desire there. “…because i won't be able to stop if you keep doing that.” he admitted gruffly, his voice low and strained. “i am trying to be honorable here.”
“but i dont want you to be honorable. i dont want you to stop.” you admitted. “im tired of waiting for you, tsu’tey.”
his heart pounded in his chest at your admission. he knew he should push you away, tell you to wait longer, but the look in your eyes and the desire in your voice were too much for him to handle. “stop talking.” he grumbled out.
your features contorted in anger. “fine.” you stood up abruptly, yanking your blanket up from him and returning to your own mat.
he watched you storm away, his heart aching at the sudden coldness in your voice. he wanted to call you back, to apologize and explain himself better, but he knew that would only make things worse right now. he lay there for a long time, listening to your angry breathing across the room.
he could hear you tossing and turning on your mat, the blanket rustling restlessly. every small sound you made was torture. he lay there with his jaw clenched tight, staring at the ceiling, his body rigid with want.
you barely slept that night, your thoughts racing with the details of how he tensed beneath you.
his sleep was just as restless, plagued by dreams of you wrapped in his arms, kissing his shoulders, running your hands over his body. he woke up several times during the night, his heart racing, his body aching for release.
sunlight filtered through the kelku’s woven ceiling as you stirred awake—alone. again.
tsu’tey was gone, as always. already out among the trees: leading patrols, training new hunters.
cool, crisp air kissed your skin as you stepped onto the soft moss outside the kelku. for a moment, it soothed you. the quiet rustle of wind through vines, the distant chatter of animals, no warriors shouting orders yet.
you hadn’t heard the noises at first, too lost in thought. it wasnt until a particularly loud grunt came from behind the kelku that it caught your attention.
the sounds came from behind a nearby tree, muffled but unmistakable.
you stepped closer to where you heard it, walking further towards the edge of the kelku. the noises grew louder then— soft grunts and occasional whimpers.
you slowly poked your head around, and your jaw dropped at the sight before you.
tsu’tey was leaning against the tree, his back arched, one hand gripping the bark while the other moved swiftly along his cock. his eyes were closed tightly, lips parted as he struggled to keep his movements quiet.
your eyes were fixated on him, arousal pooling between your legs as you watched him jerk off vigorously. he clearly had been just as pent up as you were. you shifted, trying to get some friction.
he continued to stroke himself, his movements growing faster and more urgent. he bit his lip hard to suppress a groan, his hips thrusting slightly with each movement. he was completely lost in the pleasure, unaware of your presence or the slight shifting sounds you made as you watched him.
you slid a hand down your stomach, teasing the skin above the waistband of your loincloth before dipping inside. your fingers found your clit, already aching with need. you quickly covered your mouth to muffle a whine that escaped as you began to rub slow circles.
his hand moved faster, pre-cum leaking out. he caught it with his thumb, spreading it around the tip to lubricate better. his breathing was heavier now, more labored.
the pleasure inside you built quickly as you continued to rub frantic circles over your swollen clit, keeping all of your focus on him.
the wet sounds of his hand working over his cock mixed with his heavy breathing filled the quiet space. he tensed as a particularly intense wave of pleasure hit him. he had to bite back a loud groan by clenching his jaw shut. his hand sped up even more desperately, chasing his release. the tree he was leaning against shook slightly with his urgent movements.
your movements became quicker then, a coil starting to form low in your stomach at the pressure you were applying to your clit.
with one final, hard stroke, he bit down on his own arm to muffle the deep groan that tried to escape as he came, thick ropes of cum shooting out onto the forest floor.
you covered your mouth with your hand, your fingers digging in to your skin as you muffled a moan, your own climax crashing over you.
he slumped against the tree, legs shaking slightly as he continued to stroke himself through his orgasm, milking out every last drop of pleasure. his chest heaved with silent, labored breaths, completely unaware that just a few feet away, you were also silently climaxing with him.
after a moment, he slowly pulled his hand away, looking down at the mess he'd made. he quickly wiped his hand on some leaves before adjusting himself back into his loincloth. he leaned against the tree for a moment longer, catching his breath and composing himself.
you silently walked away, making sure not to alert him. the release had helped you, but it was no where near enough.
you’d had enough. it was time to take matters into your own hands.
you scanned your eyes across the clan, seeing it already bustling with activity. your gaze landed on jake and neytiri, talking near one of the huts, jake laughing at something neytiri said.
you saw your opportunity and walked over to them, your expression determined. as you approached, jake saw you and smiled warmly. “morning.” he greeted.
“good morning.” you replied.
neytiri looked at you curiously, sensing something was off. “are you alright?” she asked softly, her eyes searching yours. jake noticed the exchange and his smile faded slightly, picking up on the tension.
“neytiri, may i speak with you?” you asked softly, your tone slightly urgent.
meytiri's eyebrows rose in surprise, but she nodded immediately, recognizing the serious tone in your voice. she glanced at jake, who stepped back with an understanding nod. the two of you moved away from the area for privacy. “what is wrong?”
you didnt answer right away, just sighed heavily.
neytiri's expression turned concerned as she saw the frustration and unhappiness in your eyes. she knew you well enough by now to understand that something significant was bothering you. “is this about tsu’tey?” she asked gently, putting the pieces together.
“of course it is.” you muttered.
neytiri's eyes softened with empathy. she had always been fond of you and wanted to see you happy. she also knew tsu’tey well. “what happened?” she asked softly. “did he do something?”
“its what he isnt doing.” you corrected.
neytiri's eyes widened slightly as she caught your meaning. she sighed thoughtfully, considering her words carefully before speaking. “tsu’tey is... complicated.” she began. “he has a lot of responsibility on his shoulders.”
“yes, but he doesnt allow himself to open up to me. he clearly wants me. he claims he wants to be “honorable” but i am tired of it!”
neytiri listened patiently, nodding her head understandingly. she knew tsu’teys strict moral code and his tendency to put duty before personal desires. she also knew how frustrating that could be for someone who cared deeply for him. “i understand your frustration.” she said gently.
“so…” you began.
neytiri leaned in closer, giving you her full attention. “so… what are you thinking?” she asked cautiously.
“i have an idea.”
neytiri raised an eyebrow, intrigued. she waited for you to elaborate, her curiosity piqued. “what kind of idea?” she asked softly.
you explained your plan to her. the two of you were to stage a conversation that tsu’tey would overhear where you would mention marrying a warrior tsu’tey has never gotten along with.
neytiris eyes widened as she listened to your plan, and she couldn't help but smile. she knew exactly which warrior you were referring to— the one tsu’tey had a long-standing rivalry with.
“so…what do you think?” you asked, studying her expression.
neytiri chuckled softly. “i think it is brilliant.” she admitted. “tsu’tey will lose his mind. he is already barely keeping himself under control around you… this will push him over the edge.”
you nodded, a smirk tugging at your mouth. “exactly.”
“well…when do we start?” she asked eagerly. she chose that moment to look over your shoulder and spot tsu’tey approaching with a group of other warriors.
tsu’tey walked past, unaware of the conversations and plans being made behind his back. he was deep in thought, his mind preoccupied with clan matters and ongoing tensions.
you turned back to neytiri once he was fully out of view. “we will need to do it at a time when he is alone and not busy with others.”
neytiri nodded in agreement. “that makes sense. we want him to overhear every word without any distractions.” she paused thoughtfully before continuing. “perhaps after dinner tonight? most of the clan will be busy with their own tasks or already sleeping.”
“that sounds good.” you agreed.
as the day wore on, the two of you went about your separate tasks, exchanging subtle glances and smiles. the anticipation was palpable, and you were eager for the evening to arrive.
as predicted, after dinner, the clan began to disperse, leaving the camp relatively quiet.
you made your way over to neytiri. she saw you approaching and quickly moved to your side, her expression carefully composed. “are you ready?” she asked softly.
“where is he?” you asked. neytiri pointed through the bushes, giving you a clear view of tsu’tey sitting alone, sharpening his knife. he was unaware of your presence or the plan you and neytiri had made. the faint sound of the stone against the blade filled the quiet night air.
you both moved closer to the bushes, positioning yourselves where tsu’tey could overhear but couldn't see you.
neytiri took a deep breath and began the conversation, her voice soft but clear enough for tsu’tey to hear. “you know... i have been thinking about what you told me earlier.”
“oh, you have? do you… think it’s a good idea?”
neytiri continued, her voice taking on a thoughtful tone. “yes... i do. in fact, i think it is the perfect solution.” she paused again, letting the words sink in before continuing. “i mean, who better than him? he is strong, respected by the clan..."
you noticed tsu’teys ears perk up slightly as he tried to disguise the fact that he was eavesdropping. his knife sharpening slowed almost imperceptibly. neytiri caught your eye briefly.
“yes. aylan would be a good choice…”
as you mentioned aylan’s name, tsu’teys grip tightened around the hilt of his knife. his jaw clenched, and he tried to focus on his task, but his attention was now solely on the conversation unfolding before him. neytiri kept her expression neutral.
“he is loyal, honorable... exactly the kind of warrior you would want as a mate.” she paused. “and he's quite handsome too.” neytiri sneaked a glance towards the bushes where tsu’tey was sitting tensely.
“indeed he is.” you added with a smirk. “however, mating with him would mean giving up my position as tsahik…”
tsu’teys knife stopped moving entirely as he listened intently. his knuckles turned white from gripping the blade too tightly.
“true... but think of the benefits.” she replied seriously. “a strong warriror by your side… a family… security… things that you clearly aren’t getting here.”
a smile tugged at your lips. “that is true. is he looking to court anybody?”
tsu'tey's heart pounded in his chest. he could barely breathe as he listened to your conversation. neytiri took a moment before answering. “yes... he's been quite open about it actually.”
“has he? has he shown interest in me?” you exaggerated the excitement in your voice.
neytiri nodded slowly, enjoying the way tsu’tey was practically shaking with barely contained emotion. “yes. infact, he asked me about you just this morning.”
as soon as neytiri finished speaking, tsu’tey stood up abruptly, his knife clattering to the ground. he stormed off into the forest without a word, his footsteps heavy with anger and frustration. neytiri turned to you with a satisfied grin. “i think that went well.”
you nodded in agreement, still looking in the direction where tsu’tey stormed off. “well… i guess i will let you know what happens.”
neytiri nodded, her smile widening. “i’ll be waiting to hear the details tomorrow. now go get your warrior, ma tsmuke.” she gave you one last encouraging look before walking back into the shadows, leaving you alone.
you made your way back to the kelku, your heart hammering against your ribs.
you knew he would be back soon. the question was, how would he be? would he be furious? jealous? both? you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety.
after a few moments, you heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the kelku. the entrance flap was pushed aside, and in stepped tsu’tey. his face was thunderous, his eyes dark with emotion. he stood in the entrance, his chest heaving with breaths that came a little too quickly.
“oh. you are back early.” you commented.
tsu’teys gaze locked onto you, his eyes blazing. he stepped further into the kelku, the entrance flap falling closed behind him. he opened his mouth to speak, but for a moment, no words came out. Instead, he just stared at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“is everything ok…? you look…”
he interrupted you, his voice low and dangerous. “you were talking with neytiri.”it wasn't a question, but a statement. his eyes narrowed, his voice dropping even lower. “about aylan.” he took another step closer.
you tried your hardest to suppress the smirk that dared to play on your lips. “oh… you heard?”
his jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with jealousy. he took another step closer, his voice barely above a growl. “i heard everything.” he paused, his gaze searching your face for any sign of emotion. seeing the smirk you were trying to hide only made his anger rise.
“yes.” you said simply. “he has shown interest in me. perhaps he would be a good choice.”
tsu’teys face twisted with anger, and before you could react, he closed the distance between you both. his hands gripped your arms, pulling you up against his chest as he backed you against the kelku wall. “he wants to court you?” he snapped.
your breath hitched at the new position, his strong arms holding you down with ease. “you heard the conversation. thats what neytiri told me.” your voice came out breathy. “maybe… i should mate with someone who actually shows interest in me.”
his grip tightened on your arms, his face inches from yours. his eyes were wild with jealousy and possession. “and what about what i want?” he demanded roughly. his body pressed against yours, trapping you against the wall.
“what about it?”
“what if i don't want you mating with aylan? what if i don't want you mating with anyone else?” his face was so close that his breath fanned over your lips as he spoke.
“what happened to being ‘honorable’, hmm?” you asked, your mouth now a full blown grin.
his eyes flashed with frustration. he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “i am being honorable by telling you what i want.” he paused, his gaze locked onto yours. “i don't want another man courting you. i don’t want another man touching you.” his voice was low and intense, his eyes searching yours.
he was so close now that your noses were almost brushing. his eyes were intense, burning with emotion. he wanted to kiss you, to claim you as his own. but he held back, his jaw clenched tightly. he wanted you to make the next move, to show him that you wanted this too. “say something.” he commanded roughly.
your eyes darted down to his lips before going back up to his eyes. “…so are you going to kiss me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
as soon as the words left your mouth, tsu’teys lips crashed against yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. his hands released your arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer as he deepened the kiss. his tongue pushed past your lips, claiming your mouth with a hunger that spoke of long-denied desire.
you moaned into his mouth, bringing your hand up to his hair to deepen the kiss.
tsu’tey groaned at the sound of your moan, his hands tightening around your waist. his lips never left yours as he lifted you up, pressing your back against the wall as he continued to kiss you with a fierce passion. he nipped at your lip, dragging it between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.
he pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you. “would you let aylan kiss you like this?”
you shook your head. “no…”
“would you let him touch you?” his hands slid down to grip your thighs, squeezing possessively. “like this?” he lifted you slightly, pressing your core against his growing erection. “aylan wouldn't know how to touch you. how to make you feel good.”
you whimper softly at the feeling of his erection pressing against you. you dont respond to him, instead crashing your lips against his again.
tsu’tey groaned at the sudden kiss, his hands squeezing your legs as he pressed you harder against him. he kissed you back fiercely, his tongue dominating yours as he tried to prove his point. he knew you weren't answering because you couldn't deny the truth. “you like this.”
“maybe.” you whispered against his lips.
he leaned down and sucked hard on your neck, marking you possessively. his hands slid up your legs, pulling them around his waist as he carried you to one of the sleeping mats. he laid you down gently, his body covering yours as he continued to mark your neck and collarbone with harsh kisses. “only maybe?”
you moaned softly. “mhm…”
tsu'tey groaned, his hips grinding against you as he continued to mark your skin. he knew he was winning, that you were getting lost in the sensation of his touch. his hands slid under your top, his fingers brushing the undersides of your breasts.
you arched into his touch, making him smirk against your neck. his fingers closed over your breasts to squeeze and knead the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples. “so responsive.” he murmured approvingly.
you quickly made work to remove your top, your fingers untying the knots.
as soon as your top was removed, his eyes locked onto your bare chest, his pupils dilating at the sight. without hesitation, he bent his head and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard as his hands continued to squeeze and massage the other.
“oh— oh, tsu’tey…” you tangled your fingers in his hair, crying out softly.
tsu’tey groaned at the sound of his name on your lips, his hands tightening on your breasts as he switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. he sucked and licked, his hands kneading the soft flesh as he listened to your cries of pleasure. he was so hard it was almost painful.
you looked down at him. the sight of him working your breasts was incredibly attractive, and it only served to arouse you more.
feeling your gaze on him, tsu’tey looked up from your chest, his lips wet and puffy from sucking on your nipples. his eyes were heavy-lidded with desire as he met your gaze, his hands still squeezing and massaging your breasts. “could aylan do this to you? could he make you feel like this?”
“no… he couldnt.” you breathed out.
tsu’tey smirked arrogantly against your breast before sucking your nipple back into his mouth. he wanted to make it absolutely clear that he was the only man who knew how to pleasure you.
you reached for his hand, grabbing it and guiding it downward to the ties of your loincloth.
tsu’teys eyes immediately flashed with understanding. he released your nipple with a wet pop and sat up, his hands making quick work of the ties. as the fabric fell open, revealing your bare core, he let out a low groan of approval.
he leaned forward and kissed his way down your stomach slowly, his hands pushing your thighs apart gently but firmly. he could smell your arousal and it was making him dizzy with desire. he looked up your body to make eye contact as he settled between your legs.
“please…” you breathed out.
tsu’tey smirked at your plea, blowing cool air over your heated core before pressing a gentle kiss to your slit. he knew you wanted more, but he wanted to tease you, to make you beg for it. “please what? what do you need?”
“you know what i need.”
his smirk grew wider, more arrogant. he knew exactly what you needed. he could see it in your flushed face, in your parted thighs, in your desperate whisper. he shook his head. “i need to hear you say it.”
“i want your mouth on me.” you said, way past the point of embarrassment.
with a satisfied groan, tsu’tey buried his face between your legs, his tongue licking a broad stripe up your center. he licked slowly, tasting you thoroughly as he explored every inch of your core with his mouth. he focused on your clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue in a way that made your vision blur.
you threw your head back, a broken moan echoing across the kelku as your hand fisted in his hair.
he moaned against you, loving the sounds you made and the way you tugged on his hair. his arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer as he feasted on you. his tongue worked faster, his fingers sliding inside you suddenly to pump in time with his sucking. “is this what you needed?”
the addition of fingers made you cry out. “yes… oh- yes… that’s exactly what i needed.”
he moaned against you, smiling wide as he continued to lick and suck you mercilessly. his fingers curled inside you, pressing on that spot that made your whole body tense. “could aylan make you feel this good?”
“no…only you.”
tsu’teys ego swelled with satisfaction at your words, making him double his efforts. he wanted to make you come so hard you'd never think of aylan again. he sucked your clit hard as his fingers pumped faster, hitting that spot over and over.
you wrapped your thighs around his head, keeping him locked in place, and he groaned approvingly.
he loved being trapped there. he could feel your legs tightening around his head as he continued to devour you. his nose pressed against your clit, breathing you in as he licked and sucked. he could feel you getting closer, your body tensing, your thighs squeezing his head tighter.
“tsu’tey… im-“
before you could finish your sentence, he sucked your clit into his mouth, sucking hard as his fingers curled inside you, pressing down hard on that spot. your whole body convulsed as you came hard, crying out loudly. he held you in place, continuing to lick and suck through your orgasm.
he loved the taste of you, the feel of your shaking thighs around his head. he kissed your inner thighs gently before nuzzling into your core, just holding you there for a moment as you came down from your high. then he pulled back, looking up at you with a satisfied smirk.
he crawled up your body and kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest as kissed you slowly and thoroughly. when he finally pulled back, he pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.
you brought your hand down and palmed him through his loincloth, making him moan deeply. he watched as you slowly untied the strings holding it in place, revealing his cock. he was large, thick and long, pulsing with need.
“please… i need you…” you breathed.
he groaned at your desperate words, his hands shaking slightly as he grabbed your hips and lifted you up. he settled between your legs, pressing his hardness against your still sensitive core. he leaned down and kissed you hard. “you need this?”
“yes.. yes, please.”
“i thought you wanted to mate with aylan, hmm?” he teased.
“no… i only want you, tsu’tey.” you replied, your voice rough with desire.
his eyes darkened with possessive satisfaction at your words. he positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against you. he didn't enter you yet, just teased you, rubbing against you slowly. “say it again. say that you are mine.” he pressed just the tip inside, stretching you open, then pulled back slightly. “please… please say it.”
“im yours” you said, your voice shaky. “im all yours, tsu’tey.”
at your words, he thrust forward, sliding his cock inside you in one long, slow motion. you both moaned loudly as he filled you completely. he grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling you closer as he began to move his hips slowly. “all mine?”
“yes. all yours.” you gasped.
he groaned possessively, his hips snapping faster. he lifted your legs higher, changing the angle so he could hit deeper. you breasts bounced with each thrust, and he leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he began to move faster.
you cried out, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he hit that spot inside of you over and over again.
he kept that angle, thrusting deep and hard as he sucked and bit at your nipples. one hand slid down to press on your clit, rubbing circles in time with his thrusts.“why do you want to leave me? why do you want to mate with aylan when i’m all you need?”
“i dont, tsu’tey. i only want you…” you breathed out.
he moaned as you claimed him back. he loved that you wanted only him, that you were his. he fucked you harder, faster, deeper, his hand working your clit relentlessly as he kissed and bit at your neck and breasts. “i am yours. all yours.”
you raked your nails down his back, marking him. the slight pain made him thrust even harder. he loved being marked by you, being shown that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. he could feel you getting closer, your walls tightening around him. “are you going to come on my cock?”
“yes.. yes im so close. please-” he bit down hard on your neck, his fingers working your clit faster. his other hand grabbed your hip to pull you down harder onto his length. he looked up at you, watching your face twist in pleasure as you got closer to your orgasm.
you moaned as he bit your neck, the slight pain only pushing you over the edge as you came undone.
he felt you clamp down on him, milking him as you came hard. that was all it took for him to follow, moaning loudly as he emptied himself deep inside you. he stayed inside, holding you close as he caught his breath. then he kissed you softly, gently. “you are mine. not aylan’s. mine.”
“yours...” you agreed. “i’m yours and you are mine.”
he smiled against your lips. “say it again.” he ground his hips slowly, still buried deep inside you, not ready to pull out yet. his hand traced lazy circles on your hip as he waited for your next words, craving the affirmation. “tell me that i’m yours.”
“you’re mine, tsu’tey. all mine.”
his smile widened into a satisfied grin, his heart swelling with love and pride. he pulled out slowly, watching as his cum leaked out of you. he pushed back in gently, spreading his release inside you. he repeated this a few times before pulling out completely. “turn over.” he commanded.
you whimpered slightly at the loss but obeyed, positioning yourself on your hands and knees.
he grabbed your hips and slid back in easily, his cock gliding through your combined wetness. he held your hips securely, keeping you in place as he began to move slowly, deeply. he leaned over your back, his chest pressing against you as he kissed your neck and shoulders.
you moaned softly at the kisses, the heat of his body encasing you. “harder, please…” you begged softly.
he groaned against your skin, loving your demand. he gripped your hips tighter and started thrusting harder, faster. he pulled your hair to the side and bit and sucked on your neck possessively as he snapped his hips forward, hitting that spot inside you that made you cry out. you fisted your hands in the mat, moaning loudly.
the sound of your pleasure drove him wild. he let go of your hair and wrapped an arm around your waist, lifting you up higher onto your knees so he could hit that spot even better. his other hand reached around to play with your clit as he pounded into you from behind. “am i good enough for you? am i what you need?”
you nodded frantically. “yes… yes you are.” your voice came out broken.
his movements became even more intense, his body slapping against yours with each thrust. he rubbed your clit faster, harder, determined to make you come again. his voice was strained as he grunted out, “tell me i’m the only one you want.”
“only you, tsu’tey. i only want you.”
his control snapped at your words. he rubbed your clit furiously, thrusting hard enough that the mat beneath you started to slide. he leaned back, pulling you with him so he could watch his length disappearing inside you with each snap of his hips.
you started to back yourself up against him, fucking yourself on his cock as you met his thrusts.
his eyes rolled back as you started to fuck yourself on him. the sight of you taking him so eagerly was too much. he continued to rub your clit in quick circles as he met your movements thrust for thrust. the sight was making him even harder, and he could feel another orgasm building quickly. “thats it… use me. use me to make you feel good.”
you could feel another orgasm building quickly, but this one felt different. more intense. “tsu’tey…” you gasp.
he could tell by the way your body tensed that this was something different, something even more intense than before. he leaned over your back again, wrapping an arm around your chest to hold you close as he continued to thrust deep and hard. “let go for me. come on my cock again.” his voice was soft but commanding.
his words push you over the edge and you came with a cry, your climax ripping through you as you squirted over his cock.
as soon as you started to come, he felt your body squeeze his cock tightly, and then warm liquid gushed out around him. the sensation was so intense that it pushed him over the edge as well. he groaned loudly, burying his face in your neck as he came hard inside you, his release mixing with the liquid from your intense orgasm.
he held you close, both of you trembling and gasping for air as you came down from your intense orgasms. his cock was still buried deep inside you, twitching occasionally as it emptied the last of its load. he nuzzled your neck softly, placing gentle kisses there. “shh...”
he slowly pulled out, feeling his cum and your fluid leak out of you. he watched as it dripped down your inner thighs, marking you as his. he gently pushed you back down onto the mat, spreading your legs wide open to look at the mess he'd made inside you.
you immediately pulled him down to kiss him deeply.
he kissed you back hungrily, his tongue sliding against yours as he watched you spread his release inside you with your fingers. he broke the kiss to nuzzle his face between your breasts, his hands roaming possessively over your body.
you wrapped your arms around him, and he instantly melted into your embrace, his body relaxing against yours. he felt safe, loved, and completely satisfied in your arms. he nuzzled his face into your neck and held you close, breathing in your scent.
he pulled back slightly to look at all of the marks on you. he lightly traced the hickeys and bite marks he had left on your neck and shoulders with his fingertips, a possessive smirk playing on his lips. he knew every single one of those marks was a statement— you were his, and he was yours. no one else could have you.
“everyone will see these…” you muttered, chuckling softly.
his smirk widened into a full-blown grin. he wanted everyone to see those marks. he wanted the whole world to know that you belonged to him. he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your neck, right above the most prominent mark. “good. let them see.”
he wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you closer, protecting you. he knew that anyone who looked at you would know you'd been thoroughly loved. claimed.
“they will see that you’re taken. that someone loves you enough to mark you. let them look. let them know you're mine.” his hands gently rubbed your back, soothing any potential worry or embarrassment you might feel.
you smiled contentedly and leaned into him. you both drifted off to sleep wrapped around each other, completely satisfied. he slept deeply, one arm wrapped possessively around your waist, his body curved around yours protectively. and for the first time in months, tsu’tey slept without nightmares or restlessness.
So may I request a fanfic about tsu'tey and reader are mated and the reader is in heat and he just fucks her till she squirts but when she squirts he finds it hot and mate with her until she does it over and over for him
(If you actually do this I will be shocked fr cause ts freaky asl)
❀࿔: 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭!
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔ tsu'tey ✘ fem! omatikaya! reader
✿ summary: you’ve been in heat all morning, and watching your mate only helps to make it worse. he notices you struggling and helps you out and it gets pretty crazy dawg!
✿ warnings: lower caps, smut, p in v, riding dih, squirting, tsu’tey knows where the clih is, fingering, heat cycles, tit sucking, slight nipple play, some biting/marking, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms
✿ wc: 4.0k
✿ author's note: WHAT is it with yall and squirting fr??? also ive gotten wayyy freakier requests than this and like i said i will pretty much write whateva!! but i hope u like it thanks for requesting boo 💗💗
you had been watching tsu’tey all morning, and it was driving you mad.
you were in heat. there was no doubt about it. it was coursing through your veins, setting every last nerve on fire, and seeing tsu’tey only helped to make it much worse.
he was currently deep in discussion with some of the warriors, his muscular arms crossed over his chest, completely unaware of your scorching gaze. his voice was firm and commanding as he gave orders and instructions.
his face, so stern and authoritative, sent another jolt through you. you could barely stand, your legs trembling as you watched him. every sharp movement of his jaw, every commanding gesture of his hand, made your core clench.
“fuck…” you muttered underneath your breath. you shifted slightly, trying to create any sort of friction to help dull the ache between your legs.
tsu'tey continued his discussions, still oblivious to your heated gaze. his powerful physique was on full display, his muscles flexing with each authoritative gesture. his long, braided hair swayed with each command he barked out, making your mind wander to forbidden places.
you imagined his strong hands roaming your body, his lips claiming yours in a fierce kiss. you envisioned him bending you over, his powerful thighs spreading yours apart as he took you roughly from behind.
your need grew more desperate with each passing second. you could feel the moisture building between your legs, the fire spreading through your belly. you imagined his massive hands squeezing your breasts roughly, his thumbs circling your hardening nipples. you wanted— no, needed him to touch you everywhere— your neck, your chest, your thighs...
your loincloth was completely drenched, the thin fabric doing little to hide your aroused state. the scent of your desire was likely strong enough for him to pick up on, even from a distance.
your tail lashed behind you uncontrollably, mirroring the desperate need burning inside you. you bit down hard on your lip, trying to suppress the soft whimper threatening to escape.
after what felt like an eternity, the other warriors finally started to disperse, leaving tsu’tey alone. he ran a hand through his hair, still completely unaware of your desperate state just meters away. your breath hitched as you watched him stretch his arms above his head, muscles ripping beneath his skin.
tsu’tey noticed you standing there, your tail twitching nervously, your body language telling him something was wrong. he had no idea that you were on the verge of begging him to take you right there.
as he approached, he could see the glazed look in your eyes, your flushed cheeks, your labored breathing. he stopped in front of you, his brow furrowed with concern. “yawne? what is wrong?” he asked softly, his deep voice sending vibrations through your chest.
“nothing. can we go home. please.” your voice came out shaky.
understanding flared in his eyes as your scent hit him— sweet, musky, intoxicating. his nostrils flared slightly, his own body responding instantly. he knew that scent well. “how long have you been in heat?” he asked carefully, his hands balling into fists at his sides to keep from reaching out for you.
“it started this morning.” you breathed out.
that meant you'd been suffering in silence all morning, your body burning with need. he clenched his jaw slightly, realizing how difficult this must have been for you. “come,” he said gruffly, extending a hand towards you.
the touch of his hand against yours sent sparks flying between you. his skin was hot and rough against yours, his grip firm. as you walked to your kelku, tsu’teys other hand came up to rest on your lower back possessively, guiding you forward. “you should have told me sooner.”
“i know… but you were busy and i-“
he cut you off with a sharp look, his hand on your back pressing you slightly against him. “you are my mate. my priority. nothing is more important to me than your comfort and needs.” he said firmly, his voice sending another wave of arousal through you.
your heat was making you more sensitive to everything—his voice, his touch, his scent. your knees wobbled slightly as you entered the kelku, making him grip your waist to stabilize you.
you didn’t waste another second before throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your face into his chest. he caught you easily, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you up.
as you breathed in his scent— earthy, musky, your body responded instantly, another wave of wetness soaking your loincloth. he felt your trembling intensify, your nails digging into his shoulders.
“please, tsu’tey…” you whimpered desperately. “i… i need-“
“shhh,” he cut you off gently. his hands slid down to grip your ass, pressing you against him. he could feel the evidence of your heat— your body was burning up, your scent overpowering. “i know what you need." he murmured, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh and lift it around his waist. he started walking towards the sleeping platform, his other hand supporting your back.
he laid you down carefully, knowing how sensitive and needy you were in this state. your legs fell open immediately, your body begging for touch and relief. he could see the outline of your arousal through your loincloth, the fabric completely soaked through.
his hands came up to frame your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks soothingly. “look at me.” he commanded, his voice rough with desire but gentle with care.
as soon as your eyes met his, he claimed your lips in a possessive, hungry kiss that made your head spin. his tongue pushed past your lips, tasting and claiming every inch of your mouth. the kiss was deep, rough, exactly what you needed. one of his hands slid down your body, pushing aside your loincloth to find you already dripping.
you whimpered into his mouth, breaking the kiss with a gasp. “fuck…”
his fingers slid along your pussy, finding your clit already swollen and sensitive. he circled it slowly, torturously, his eyes watching your face contort with pleasure. “so wet for me…” he murmured, his voice thick. “you’ve been aching all morning, haven't you?” his finger pressed against your entrance, teasing.
you nodded frantically. “yes… eywa, it was unbearable.”
he watched you squirm under his touch, your hips lifting to meet his hand. his thumb circled your clit slowly, while his forefinger pressed against your entrance without entering. “while you were watching me earlier... what were you thinking about?” he asked, his voice low.
you whined softly. “you. i thought about your body, about you touching me, kissing me, doing whatever you wanted with me…” you admitted, breathless.
tsu’tey smirked and slid a finger inside you easily. he added a second, pumping them in and out slowly, his palm pressing against your clit. “you wanted my hands on you, like this?” he asked, his voice rough as he curled his fingers to hit that sensitive spot inside you.
your back arched off of the mat, your hands immediately going up to grip his shoulders. “yes… oh, yes…” you nodded rapidly.
he found your clit again and pressed his thumb against it, circling slowly as his fingers continued to pump in and out. his pace was torturously slow, meant to draw out your pleasure. you whimpered, your body aching for more.
he slid his hand under your top, finding your breasts and palming one roughly. his thumb and finger rolled and pinched your nipple until it was a hard peak, his other hand continuing its slow, steady pace between your legs. “here too?”
“yes… oh— fuck, tsu’tey…”
his pupils dilated as he slid your top up to reveal your breasts to his gaze. he leaned down, sucking one into his mouth roughly while his hand continued to fuck you slowly. “so sensitive...” he mumbled approvingly.
your fingers tangled in his dark braids as he licked at your nipples— more sensitive than usual due to the heat. “tsu’tey… oh, eywa…”
he felt you clench around his fingers, your body getting closer to release. he bit down gently on your nipple, soothing it with his tongue before switching to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. his fingers continued their slow, steady pace, curving up to hit your spot with each movement.
you started to grind down on his fingers, chasing more friction, more touch. he smirked against your breast, sucking and biting harder. his fingers picked up their pace slightly, but still maintained that slow, torturous rhythm. he wanted to draw this out, to make you beg. “do you like having my fingers inside you?”
you nodded frantically. “yes… fuck, yes… i love it…”
“and what about my mouth?” he bit down hard on your nipple, knowing the slight pain would only heighten your pleasure. “do you like that too?” his fingers slowed down again, deliberately teasing you, and you whimpered in protest.
“yes… tsu’tey— please,” you begged softly.
“tell me what you need.” he murmured, his fingers pausing completely inside you. he released your breast with a wet pop, his eyes snapping up to meet yours.
“faster, harder, please… please make me come.” you whined, your voice laced with need.
desire flashed across his face at your plea. with a low groan, he slammed his fingers back into you, hitting your spot hard and fast. his thumb pressed down on your clit, circling rapidly.
a broken moan tore from your chest, echoing across the kelku. your back arched off the mat, your breasts bouncing with each thrust of his hand.
he felt you tightening around his fingers, your body getting closer. he curled them inside you perfectly, hitting that spot over and over while his thumb rubbed your clit roughly.
you cried out loudly as you came apart, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.
he kept his fingers moving, drawing out every wave of pleasure. only when your body went limp did he slow down, gently pulling his fingers out. he brought them to his mouth, sucking your release off slowly while maintaining eye contact.
your breath hitched at the sight. the release helped, but it wasnt enough. the heat was still there, demanding more.
he noticed your restless movements, your legs squeezing together as if trying to find some relief. he knew your body well enough to understand that one orgasm wasn't going to be enough. “come here.”
you crawled over to him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him deeply. he kissed you back fiercely, his tongue dominating yours. he pushed you back onto the mat, settling between your legs.
you instantly went down and palmed him through his loincloth, rubbing and squeezing gently.
he hissed through his teeth as your hand found him, already hard and leaking through the fabric. he helped you untie his loincloth, freeing his cock. it sprang out, heavy and thick, precum dripping from the tip. “is this what you need?”
“yes, please…” you nodded rapidly.
he lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. but instead of pushing in, he just rubbed it up and down, coating himself in your arousal. he pressed the head against your clit, making you both moan.
he smirked down at you, watching your frustrated expression with amusement. his cock felt so good against your clit, but you needed him inside. his eyes watched your face, drinking in every frustrated whimper and desperate buck of your hips.
he rubbed his tip along your slit again, spreading your wetness around while staying stubbornly outside. “tell me what you want.” his voice was low, commanding.
“i want you inside me. please tsu’tey, please-“
that was all he needed to hear. he pushed forward, his cock breaching your entrance. he felt you tense around him, adjusting to his size. he leaned down to capture your lips in a deep kiss as he began to sink deeper, his length stretching you perfectly. “there you go... good girl...” he praised between kisses.
he leaned down and marked your neck and collarbone with hickeys, his hips beginning to move in slow, deep thrusts. his movements were deliberate and controlled, meant to drive you wild.
you moaned softly as hit your spot with each thrust, his hips rolling in a way that had you seeing stars.
“faster… please…” you whined.
he groaned against your collarbone, his hips picking up speed at your plea. he knew your body well, knew what you needed. he wrapped your legs around his waist, tilting your hips up to change the angle. now he was hitting your spot even harder with every thrust. “like this?”
you cried out at the change in angle. “yes… oh yes…”
his thrusts became faster, harder, deeper. the kelku filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your loud moans. he was fucking you exactly how you needed, his cock hitting your spot relentlessly. “does that feel good? hmm?”
“yes… please… please don’t stop…” you pleaded.
he had no intention of stopping. he gripped your hips possessively and snapped his hips forward harder, making you cry out. “i won’t stop.”
he added his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circles as he pounded into you. the dual stimulation had your eyes rolling back, your body getting tighter around him. he leaned down to bite and suck on your nipple harshly, his other hand squeezing your other breast roughly.
your hips rose to meet his thrusts, your enthusiasm only spurring him on. seeing you fuck yourself on his dick had him gripping your hips harder, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. your nails dug into his arms as he hit your spot over and over again, his thumb pressing hard on your clit.
you could feel an orgasm building quickly, but this one felt different. something more intense than you’d ever felt. “tsu’tey..” you gasped out.
he heard the desperation in your voice and knew you were close to something big. he leaned down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans as he fucked you even harder. his thumb pressed down firmly on your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. “i know. let go for me. i have you.”
you cried out as you came, a gush of warm fluid escaping you as you squirted on his cock for the first time.
his eyes widened in surprise and arousal as he felt the sudden gush of liquid around his cock. he slowed his thrusts slightly, watching in awe as you squirted around him, a deep groan escaping his chest.
he slowed his pace to long, deep thrusts, savoring the feeling of your orgasm milking his cock. he leaned down to press kisses to your flushed face.
“im sorry,” you gasped out. “that was-“
he silenced you with a kiss, his hips still moving slowly inside you. “shh... do not apologize. that was incredible.” he kissed you deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he continued to move inside you gently, letting you ride out the aftermath of your intense orgasm.
he found it incredibly hot. the sight of you coming undone beneath him, squirting around his cock as he fucked you through it…
he pulled out abruptly, his thick length slipping free with a wet sound. you both moaned at the sudden emptiness. “turn over.” he commanded. “on your hands and knees.”
you immediately obeyed, and he positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. he ran the head of his cock along your slit, teasing you before slipping back inside with a powerful thrust that made you both gasp loudly.
he knew he wanted to make you squirt again. he wanted to see it, feel it, fuck you through another intense orgasm like that. he began to thrust deeply and slowly, his cock hitting your spot with every thrust. he reached around to find your clit, pressing down firmly.
this angle allowed him to go even deeper, to hit your spot even better. “tsu’tey..” you cried out.
he groaned at the sound of his name on your lips. his hips snapped forward harder, his length filling you completely as he rubbed your clit in tight circles. he knew this position would make you squirt again, the angle hitting your spot perfectly and allowing his length to stretch you wide.
“give me another one.” he commanded, his voice rough. “i want to see it again.” he was fucking you deep and hard, his thumb pressing down on your clit, knowing exactly what you needed.
your hands fisted into the mat beneath you, drool spilling out of your mouth.
tsu’tey was making all sorts of noises behind you— grunts, groans, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass. the heat had him completely uninhibited, and hearing him be so loud was turning you on even more.
he noticed the change in your breathing and the way you were beginning to pulse around his length. he increased his pace, thrusting into you relentlessly. his thumb on your clit pressed harder, rubbing faster. “that’s it...”
“tsu’tey… fuck, im gonna come…” you breathed out, already feeling that overwhelming sensation begin to form deep in your stomach.
the moment he heard you say that, he pressed down hard on your clit and thrust into you deeply, aiming right for your spot. he wanted to feel it again, that gush of fluid around his cock. “do it.” he groaned loudly. “come for me.”
his words were all you needed to hear. your orgasm ripped through you as you squirted again. your body shook with the intensity of it, a high-pitched whine escaping your throat.
he watched in awe as you squirted again, your hot liquid spraying out around his cock, dripping down onto the mat beneath you. he felt you squeezing him tightly, pulsing around him as he continued to thrust into you deeply, chasing his own release.
with a deep groan, he buried himself inside you and came hard. his release flooded your already dripping pussy, mixing with your fluids as he filled you up completely. he kept thrusting through his orgasm, riding out the waves of pleasure.
your chest heaved as you came down from your high. tsu’tey leaned down and pressed gentle kisses to your neck and back, his hands roaming over your body. he stayed inside you for a moment, savoring the feeling of being connected to you. eventually, he pulled out slowly, his softening length slipping out with a wet sound.
you rolled over on the mat, completely spent. he layed down beside you, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at your flushed, sweaty face. a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face as he looked at you— your messy hair, your swollen lips, your heaving chest.
your body was relaxed and satiated after three intense orgasms. the heat that had been consuming you was temporarily satisfied, your body no longer aching for release. tsu’teys hand slowly drifted over your stomach possessively. “feeling better?” he murmured against your ear.
you nodded lazily. “mhm…”
he kissed your forehead gently, his body curling around yours protectively. he knew the relief was only temporary— that your heat would come back in waves, but that was an issue for later.
but it wasn’t later. it wasn’t even 30 minutes before the heat came back, setting every last nerve on fire, pooling low in your belly. “tsu’tey…” you breathed out.
he was lying beside you, his hand still resting on your stomach. as soon as he heard your breathy call of his name and picked up the scent of your arousal, he knew exactly what was happening. “already?” he murmured softly against your skin.
“yes,” you breathed out. “please…”
without hesitation, he rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him, his already hardening length pressing against your entrance as you settled into place. he looked into your eyes intensely— already glazed over with lust again. “ride me.” he commanded hoarsely. “use me.”
the idea sent of fresh wave of heat through you. he watched as your pupils dilated with desire, your body responding to his words. you whimpered and began to grind against him, feeling his length slide along your pussy, pressing against your clit. he gripped your hips tightly, encouraging you to keep moving. “take what you need.”
you repeated the action a few more times before grabbing his cock and positioning it to entrance, sinking down on him in one smooth motion.
he groaned deeply as you took him all at once, your tight heat enveloping him completely. his hands gripped your hips harder, helping you set a pace as you began to ride him. he watched your breasts bounce with each movement, feeling his own arousal spike again quickly. “thats it…”
you placed your hands on his chest for leverage as you rode him, his muscles flexing under your touch as he helped lift you up and down on his cock. he could feel the heat returning in full force, your body already chasing another release. he watched your face— your mouth was open, breath coming in pants, eyes glazed over with need again.
he began thrusting up into you aggressively, hitting your spot with each snap of his hips. his thumb found your clit and pressed down firmly, rubbing circles around it as he fucked you hard and fast. he wanted nothing more than to feel you squirt around his cock again.
his eyes burned with satisfaction as he watched you bounce even faster on his lap. your moans were loud and needy, your body already close to another release. he helped lift you up and slam down onto him harder, making sure you took all of him. “give me one more.” he commanded.
“tsu’tey— i cant, its too much…”
he knew your body better than you did right now— it was consumed by heat and need. he could feel how close you were, how your pussy was gripping him tightly, how wet you were. he pressed harder on your clit and thrust up sharply. “yes you can. i know you can. do it for me…”
his words were all you needed to hear before you fell apart. with a loud groan, he felt your pussy clench around him and release, squirting around his shaft yet again, drenching his crotch and the mat beneath you.
he grabbed your hips and pulled you down hard, burying himself deep as he came inside you again. his cock pulsed again and again, filling you up with his release. he groaned against your neck, holding you down as you both breathed heavily.
he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, holding you against him as you ground on his softening length. his hips lifted occasionally, pushing the last drops of his cum inside you. he nuzzled your neck, pressing gentle kisses to your sweaty skin as you both came down from the high.
he let out a soft groan as his length slipped out of you, following it with a trail of your combined fluids, pooling beneath you on the mat. tsu’tey pulled you back down against his chest, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back. “you need to rest, yawne.”
“you know the heats going to be here all day, right?” you asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.
he chuckled deeply, his chest vibrating against you. “i know.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “which means i need to keep you satisfied.”
“and you will, wont you?”
he grinned against your shoulder, his hands sliding down to grip your hips possessively. “i will fuck you senseless all day long if that's what it takes to keep you from getting uncomfortable.” he whispered, his voice rough.
your smirk grew wider at his promise. he wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you close as he kissed the top of your head. he loved how content and peaceful you looked when you were nestled against him like this. he knew the heat would come back soon enough, but for now, you were peaceful and satisfied, and that made him incredibly happy and proud.
i love this pic of him sm 💗💗 like dats my man right dere 😝 this one was kinda crazy. i hope the person who requested it likes it tho 😛
The firelight paints shadows across Tsu’tey’s dark blue skin, muscles rippling under a sheen of sweat as he presses you down into the woven furs. His hips grind against yours in a frantic, desperate rhythm.
The friction of your loincloths does little to mask the hardness straining between you. Every thrust is a wet grind, fabric sliding over slick flesh, and he lets out low, shuddering whines that vibrate against your throat where he has buried his face.
“Please… please…,” he begs, the words coming out broken.
His nails dig into the furs beside your head, knuckles white as he fights to hold back his release. He thrusts harder, faster, whimpering openly now, each sound punched from his chest as the coil in his stomach tightens.
You arch beneath him, gasping as the head of his cock rubs against your clit, your own hips meeting his as moans of pleasure fall from your lips. But just as the first pulse of his orgasm begins to tremble through him, you shift. Your hands press against his chest, and you push.
Tsu’tey cries out in frustration, a broken noise, as the sudden lack of pressure sends his cock twitching uselessly against the fabric of his loincloth. He stares down at you, pupils blown wide, lips parted, a thin line of drool trailing from his mouth.
“Why… I was…”
You don’t answer with words. Instead, you yank the loincloth from his hips, freeing his thick, glistening cock, the tip dripping a clear bead of precum. You swing one leg over his waist, straddling him. Your folds are bare now, slick and swollen, the scent of your arousal thick in the kelku.
Without a moment’s hesitation, you lower yourself onto him. The head of his cock pushes past your folds, and Tsu’tey throws his head back, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. Your walls grip him tight as you sink down, taking him inch by inch until his hips are flush against yours.
Your movements are punishing when you begin to ride him, fast, deep, and grinding. You lean forward, breasts brushing his chest, and watch his face contort into one of pleasure as you take what you want.
His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging into your flesh, but he doesn’t guide you because every upward roll of your hips sends lightning through his nerves. He is babbling now, half-formed pleas and praises spilling from his lips.
“Yes… yes, there… oh, don’t stop…”
The whimpers come back, high and needy, as you slam down onto him again and again. His balls slap against your ass with every descent. The air fills with the wet sound of his cock sliding through you, the musk of sex thick enough to taste.
He is close again, and you know it. You slow your pace to a torturous grind, deliberately circling your hips, squeezing him with your core muscles until he is whimpering, tears staining his cheeks.
“Please… let me… I need…”
You smile, a moan tearing out from your chest as you sink down on his once more, and then you give him what he begs for, a brutal, relentless pace that drives him over the edge. His back arches, a long, shuddering cry rips from his chest as his cock pulses deep inside you, flooding you with hot, thick cum. You ride him through every wave, milking him dry until he collapses, trembling, into the furs beneath him.
"No more," he says breathlessly, pushing at your hips where you continue to grind against him ever so slightly.
Jake Sully and Tsu'tey compete to see who makes you feel better (18+)
Based on this request
The bioluminescent forest of Pandora glows around you, casting ethereal blue light across your bare skin as you lie back on the soft moss. Jake Sully and Tsu'tey stand before you, their tall, muscular bodies silhouetted against the luminous plants. Their yellow eyes lock onto you with predatory intensity, and you feel your pulse quicken as Tsu'tey speaks first.
"I will make her scream first," he says, his deep voice rumbling through his chest.
"We'll see about that. I know exactly how to make her writhe," Jake smirks, stepping closer, his fingers already reaching out to trace along your thigh.
Your breath catches as Jake's fingers slide into your hair, tilting your head back. His rough palm cups your chin as he lowers his face to yours, and when his lips meet your mouth, it's hungry and demanding. He bites your lower lip, tugging it gently before plunging his tongue inside. His kiss is dominant, claiming, and you moan against him as his hand tightens in your hair.
Meanwhile, Tsu'tey's long fingers trace down your belly, his touch lighter, teasing. He parts your legs, settling his broad shoulders between your thighs. You feel his warm breath against your wetness before his tongue flicks out, tasting you. The sensation makes you break from Jake's kiss with a sharp gasp.
"Do not stop," Tsu'tey growls against your skin, his voice vibrating through your clit.
He spreads your folds with his fingers and licks a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, savoring you. Jake's jaw tightens with competitive fire. He grabs your chin, forcing your gaze to him.
"Eyes on me."
He presses his lips to yours again, but this time his hand slides down your chest, cupping your breast. His thumb circles your nipple, pinching it just hard enough to send sparks of pleasurable pain through you. He swallows your moans as his fingers roll and tug, keeping your attention focused on his mouth even as Tsu'tey's tongue works magic between your legs.
Tsu'tey hums against your core, the vibration making your hips buck. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard while pressing two long fingers inside you, curling them to find that sweet spot. You cry out against Jake's mouth, your fingers curling in the moss.
"You like that, don't you? Feeling us both at once," Jake asks, panting after breaking the kiss, his blue chest heaving,
His hand leaves your breast, trailing down your stomach until his fingers join Tsu'tey's. He nudges Tsu'tey aside, replacing his tongue with his own thumb on your clit. He presses his thumb in tight circles while his other hand grips your thigh, spreading you wider. Tsu'tey growls, rising up, his cock already thick and hard, the tip glistening.
He positions himself between your legs, his large hands gripping your hips as he lines up. The head of his cock presses against your entrance, and you feel the slight burn of his length. He pushes in slowly, watching your face as he fills you inch by inch until he's fully seated. He holds still, letting you adjust to his size, his yellow eyes burning into yours.
"I want to see you take it all," he says, his voice a low rumble.
Then he begins to move, long, deep strokes that hit places his fingers couldn't reach. His pace is steady, punishing, each thrust pushing a moan from your lips.
Jake moves behind you, pulling you back against his chest while Tsu'tey continues fucking you. Jake's cock presses hard against your lower back as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you steady.
"He thinks he's winning, but you haven't felt me yet,” he murmurs in your ear, leaning down to bite at the soft blue skin of your shoulder.
He shifts position, and suddenly his cock slides against Tsu'tey's. Tsu'tey’s buried deep in your core while Jake pushes his length along your slick folds, the tip catching against Tsu'tey's shaft with every thrust. The dual stimulation is overwhelming. Your walls clench around Tsu'tey as Jake's cock rubs your clit with each movement.
"Who makes you feel better?" Jake grunts against your neck, "tell me."
You can only moan, lost in the sensation. Tsu'tey's thrusts grow harder, faster, his breathing ragged. His hand finds your throat, pressing gently as he fucks you deeper.
"Answer the question. Who fucks you best?"
They both stimulate you, each trying to outdo the other. Jake's fingers dig into your hip as he matches Tsu'tey's pace, the friction driving you wild. You feel yourself tightening, climbing toward release. Tsu'tey leans forward, his lips brushing your ear.
"Cum for me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock."
You shatter, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through you, your cries echoing through the glowing forest, but they don't stop. Jake pushes Tsu’tey aside, flipping you onto your hands and knees in one swift motion.
"My turn."
He slams into you from behind, his balls slapping against your wet flesh with every hard thrust. Tsu'tey watches, his chest heaving as he strokes his slick cock, waiting. Jake grabs your braids, pulling your head back as he rails into you.
"You're mine, you hear me? Mine."
His hips piston, relentless, chasing his own release. You feel his body tense, a growl ripping from his throat as he empties inside you, hot cum flooding your core. He collapses against your back, breathing hard, but Tsu'tey is already pulling him off, replacing him. He spreads your legs wide, positioning you on your back, and enters you again, this time using Jake's cum as lubrication. It's wetter now, sloppier. He fucks you faster, chasing his own peak, his tail lashing.
"You belong," he hisses, his pace brutal, “to me."
You feel another orgasm building, deeper this time. Your fingers claw at the moss as his rhythm falters. He roars as he cums, pressing deep, filling you further until you feel yourself spilling over again, crying out his name.
When he finally pulls out, you lie trembling between them, all of you covered in sweat and cum. Jake and Tsu'tey exchange a look, a silent challenge unspoken yet understood.
"We are not done," Tsu'tey says, his hand already sliding along your thigh.
Summary: Your boss happens to be the most famous person affected by gamma radiation, and you’ve got some questions that need answering - for science.
Word Count: 3,847
Tags/Warnings: virtual learning during the pandemic, the size kink that puts all other size kinks to shame, the slightest possible mention of noncon, mutual masturbation
Author’s Note: Some friends, knowing I had a crush on the jolly green professor, poked me to write this as part of an Avengers University prompt. The time I spent thinking about logistics led me to land in an e-learning environment. Seemed timely as well! I hope you enjoy and don’t judge me too hard. ;) Also - this story is NOT canon. It’s my own personal, messed up headcanon of what this guy is all about. Enjoy!
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“You’d think with 7 PhD’s and an MD this whole technology thing would come easy to me” he said, moving the mouse around the screen, trying to find the “Share Screen” option. It was the first day of online learning at Avengers University, and Professor Banner’s inexperience with the Zoom software was becoming more and more obvious.
Y/N: The button is in the lower left of the screen, Professor!
You sent via direct message in the chat window.
“The button is in the lower left…oh….thanks, Y/N,” Banner read aloud as the notification crawled across the top of his screen. You shook your head and chuckled to yourself. He really was technologically incompetent! You had signed up to TA for the Intro to Physics class as a way to supplement your income as you finished up your own doctoral thesis. He was lucky to have you, you thought to yourself.
Synopsis: Bruce's partner begged him to fuck them in his Hulk form. They learn that they should be careful what they wish for.
Consists of: Dom!SmartHulk, AFABSub!Reader, Size kink, Monster fucking essentially (Smart Hulk to Regular Hulk), Brief pain from the dick being too big, Finger sucking, Brief gagging, Reader gets fucked dumb
I had seriously overestimated my endurance, and the size of my pussy, that was grossly clear to me now. Here I lay, legs spread as wide as possible on the bed, Bruce's big, green cock squeezing inside of me. I had been begging Bruce for days to fuck me in his Hulk form, craving the feeling of a huge dick stretching me out, the sight of his huge, viridescent body hovering above me. To be honest it hurt like hell, but at the same time, it felt too good to want him to stop.
My pussy clenches around him without my control, as if it had a mind of it's own, as if it was trying to push him out. The intelligent monster lets out a big, boisterous moan at the sensation, but notices the twisted expression on my face, "I told you that you wouldn't be able to handle it sweetie. Now look at you, I'm only a quarter into your cunt and you're already spasming around me," Bruce's large verdant hand strokes my face in a way I'm sure is meant to be soft, but the weight of his hand as well as his cock just feels so heavy.
"I c-can handle it. It feels good," and it really does, the stretch is absloutly delicious, and when I look beyond the pain, the feeling of his cock repeatedly hitting my cervix is toe curling.
The way that Bruce is rocking into me, gigantic body making me hit the headboard with every thrust. He stares at me intensely with his glass covered eyes, his lips twisting into a smile.
"W-want your fingers" I whimper to Bruce, he stabilizes his enormous figure before he allows one of his massive digits to slip between my lips. I immediately gag as he hits the back of my throat, slob already drooling around my mouth.
"FUCK!" Bruce roars out, a voice not entirely his own booming around the room. He begins to piston his hips into me now, his whole cock still not fitting inside me, the bulge popping out of my stomach showing he's as far in as he can go. My whole body shakes as he loses control, thrusting into me relentlessly. The sounds that come out of his mouth are loud and angry, I can see the shift in his eyes, I'm not being fucked by Bruce anymore.
"Shit, shit, shit!" I scream after The Hulk pulls his fingers out of my mouth, takes off Bruce's glasses and smashes them, throwing them across the room. It feels like his cock has gotten even bigger and my body is beginning to feel numb. I'm so close, and at this point my mind is completely checked out.
"Cumming...cumming...cum-" and suddenly, I'm seeing white, my pussy convulsing around the colossal, inhumane, phallus inside of me.
The Hulk lets out another thunderous sound, and abruptly, I feel even more full than I did before. Huge ropes of hot semen painting my insides, "B-Bruce..." I call out.
"No. No Bruce," The Hulk responds to me.
I close my eyes and allow myself to drift off, hoping that Bruce will return by the time I wake up.
rhea smirked as she walked into your bedroom you shared. revealing herself in nothing but a pair of tight shorts and a sports bra.
"alright, love'," she purred, strutting towards you with her toned arms swaying at her sides. ‘you ready?’
you pouted, “i wish you didn’t have to go, baby.”
“i know honey, but i have to go. for us. i’ll be back sooner than you think.”
rhea was going to be away for a while for work so you two decided to have a lot of fun before she leaves.
she wraps her strong arms around you and pulled you in for a deep, hungry kiss. her lips were warm as her tongue , parts your mouth to plunge her tongue inside and dance with yours.
one of her hands slide down to grope your ass, the other tangled in your hair.breaking the kiss, rhea pushes you down on the bed climbing on top of you straddling your hips.
"been thinking about you all day, my pretty girl," she growled, leaning down to pepper kisses along your jawline and neck.
her hands roamed your body, one thumb brushing over your nipple through your thin silk shirt you wore with no bra.
the other slipped into your to stroke your wet core.
“let's see how loud I can make you scream before I head out, yeah?’
she moved down to yank your shorts and underwear off in one swift motion, leaving your bottom bare.
then she kneeled on the floor and spread your thighs wide, blowing cool air over your soaked pussy.
"gonna eat this sweet pussy till you're begging me to stop," she growled before her tongue begins exploring your folds, licking up your arousal.
rhea feasted on you hungrily, swift between broad strokes and slow calculated flicks against your clit. she worked two fingers inside your tight hole, curling them just right.
"mmmm, you taste so fuckin' good," rhea groaned against your pussy. "squirming and whimpering for me. gonna make you cum on my tongue then fuck you with my cock."
she redoubled her efforts, lapping at your clit and pumping her fingers faster. her free hand snaked under your shirt to palm your breast, rubbing circles around your nipple. the dual stimulation had you seeing stars, muscles tensing and hips bucking.
"ohhh fuck! mami! i'm gonna..." your sentence morphs into a loud cry as orgasm crashed over you, pussy clenching around her fingers. but she wasn't done yet, she kept licking you through it, drawing out every last shudder.
rhea rose and wiped her mouth with a grin.
"my good girl, let’s see how many more times i can make you cum before my flight. grab that strap for me, doll."
while you retrieved the dildo and harness, rhea stripped naked, giving you a glorious view of her thick, strong body. her perky tits and wide hips, muscled thighs and tattooed skin.
she took the strap from you and buckled it on, a large 9 inch pink dildo . rhea then flipped you on your stomach.
"ass up, baby," she ordered, delivering a sharp smack to it.
you felt the head of her silicone cock prodding at your entrance. then with one hard thrust, rhea buried it to the hilt inside you.
"FUCK yes!" she grunted, beginning a steady rhythm.
each drive of her hips had the bed creaking under you.
one hand gripped your hip, the other snaked around to play with your clit. rhea took you hard and fast, grunting and panting as she pounded into your soaked cunt.
the obscene sound of her pelvis slapping against your ass echoed through the bedroom.
"gonna fuck this pussy so good you'll feel me for days," rhea growled, slamming in you deeper. "want you to feel how my cock stretches you while i’m gone."
she picked up the pace, her pussy pulsing around her cock as she approached her own climax. her thrusts became chaotic , hitting that sweet spot inside you with every stroke.
"cum for me again, love," she demanded. "now!"
rhea pinched your clit hard and that was it. you fell apart with a scream, juices gushing out around her dick. she continued thrusting in you, helping you ride out your orgasm, groaning as she came too, spasming against your back.
after a moment to catch her breath, Rhea carefully pulled out of you with a soft squelch. she brought you up into a passionate kiss.
"that was great.” you agree nodding still recovering from your orgasm. “i’ll miss you so much. i’m already thinking about what i’m gonna do to you-"
she was cut off by an alert from her phone it was time for her to head to the airport. rhea quickly got dressed, pulling you in for one last embrace and a deep kiss before heading out the door with a smirk. "see you soon, my love."
Warnings: Smut. Mami Kink and Oral (Rhea Receiving).
Word Count: 390
Summary: Your ‘punishment’ and way of apologizing to Rhea for losing a match she set up in order for you to win a title.
A/N: A very very small smut for Rhea. Hope You Enjoy!
“Your winner of this match, and still, your Women's Intercontinental Champion, Lyra Valkyria!”
You could only lay there on the mat in defeat, listening as Lyra celebrated her 2nd title retainment. You were then dragged out the ring by Rhea, who effortlessly lifted you bridal style, and carried you backstage.
As soon as you two got in the locker room, she set you down on the couch before beginning to pace back and forth, thinking of ways to get back at Lyra.
“I’m sorry.” You sniffled out.
Rhea stopped in her tracks, slowly turning to look at you. “Oh, you’re sorry?” You didn’t respond, not sure if that was a trick question.
Were you supposed to answer?
Either way if you did, she would still get mad.
“All you do is apologize! ‘I’m sorry!’” She mocked. “Well I don’t wanna hear it anymore. It’s about time you show it.”
“That’s it, just like that.” Rhea breathily sighed as she let her head fall back against the black leather couch.
You were currently on your knees with your face buried between her legs, lapping at her core as her sweet juices revealed itself.
Her hand gently gripped your hair, using it to ground herself as your lips sucked her clit. You pulled back with a wet ‘pop’, attempting to catch your breath as your fingers ran circles around the sensitive bud, but Rhea’s gentle grip turned harsh as her hand fisted into a ball, yanking your head back, and forcing you to look at her.
“Did I say you could stop sucking my clit?” Her stern voice rang out.
You winced at her grip, shaking your head. “No.”
Her eyebrow cocked up. “No, what?”
You gulped.
“No Mami.”
A satisfied smirk came to her lips. “Good girl. You can’t be tired already. Though, you clearly were tired in the ring when you decided to lose to Valkyria after I got you not one, but two title shots.”
You whimpered at her scolding, making sure to avoid her eyes. She took a deep breath before speaking in a more calm tone. “If you just listen to me, I wouldn’t have to do this to you.”
Her hand quickly pushed your head back between her thighs, not letting you say anything. (Although you aren’t complaining.)
You just wanna prove how sorry you are.
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