things turn steamy when AO'NUNG asks you to braid his hair notes：agedup!ao'nungxomatikaya!reader, established relationship, i'm back and i'll be posting more avatar fanfics, I haven't posted anything avatar since 2024 and I'm not sure if this will do well ngl I might flop but I'm writing for the fandom and for myself so enjoy, here are some translations if needed: vrrtep-demon, tsurak-skimwing, sevin-pretty. warnings： cunnilingus, dirty talking, praise, porn w/ minimal plot, wc：2.9k
You sat criss-cross on the taupe coloured woven walk-way outside your family's marui, all four of your blue fingers working diligently in weaving a new serape for sleep, since your youngest sister, Tuk, decided it would be a good idea to play dress up with her ilu, ultimately causing your article of clothing to be consumed by the ocean.
You sighed presently as you reminisced, fingers growing tired trying to harness the foreign ocean-sourced material your friend, Tsireya kindly provided for your dilemma, as you were used to the silky, wieldable forest fabrics of the Omatikaya, usually made from stringed plants and spun bark fibres.
These unfamiliar materials were harder to constrain and the colours were a bit too pale and exotic to your liking, nonetheless, you persevered, weaving intricate patterns you learned from young. The switch from mud, trees and grass to sand, mangrove and water was a stubbornly challenging accomplishment.
You knew of ikrans and direhorses, not traversing by ilu or the fierce volcano-coloured beasts the Metkayina called skimwings. You chuckled to yourself, recalling your first moons upon arriving at Awa'atlu, trying to conquer the water and harness the slimy ilus on first attempt, only to be ribbed by the chieftain's son—
"What are you making, forest princess?"
Speak of the vrrtep.
Ao'nung te Tsika'u Tonowari'itan, the Metkayina hunter that had decided to take an interest in you, despite your painstakingly obvious differences.
"Could you maybe announce your presence next time?" you scoffed, glancing behind your shoulder, allowing your canary coloured eyes to meet his soft blue ones, eliciting a shy smile from the implied perpetrator.
Your eyebrows raised slightly when you noticed his hair, his customary braided bun was given a break today and his long, loosely-coiled hair was free and tumbled around his broad shoulders. You returned his smile once he came and sat next to you, legs hanging over the edge of the walkway and emerging his feet into the water, his firm, muscular thigh pressed against your knee and you feel satisfied with the contact.
"I'm sorry, I had to be quiet, what if the great Toruk Makto was lingering, I'd be the beast's next snack." Ao'nung bantered, eyes fixed on the orange-tinted sea as Alpha Centauri sat inches above the line of the horizon.
"Lingering in his own home?" you questioned with a giggle, hands finding rhythm as they continued to weave. "Did you fight with a tsurak or are you trying to look more like your father?" you enquired, referring to his undone hair.
"I got sand in my braids and I had to let them out, plus my mother wanted me to try her new scalp oil." Ao'nung answered, lowering his voice when he spoke the second half of his sentence, his broad palm coming to rest on your knee, causing your skin to burn hot where his skin met yours. The sudden shiver as a reaction to his hand on your body almost made you lose track of the slightly embarrassing note he had just mentioned.
Dropping your weaving materials, you reach out to touch his hair, leaning in and getting a nice, hearty sniff, eyes closed and all. Ao'nung cracks a laugh, trying to hide the way his face suddenly becomes hot, "Smells nice, like a flower." you comment, leaning back to your original position with your hands still in his hair, combing through the curly strands that were slightly damp.
"Could you maybe braid it for me?" Ao'nung asks, barely even audible as he refuses to meet your intense stare. "Hm?" you ask again, despite knowing exactly what he just said, both hands now intrigued entirely with his hair, if he had known all it took was letting down his hair to get all this attention, then maybe looking like his father wouldn't be so bad after all.
Groaning internally, Ao'nung's face flushed purple, "I said could you maybe braid it for me?" he parroted, causing your hands to pause their motion throughout his curls, "Sure, if you want me to." you pause for a second before saying, your hands brushing his hair behind his shoulders before retreating to rest on his knuckles which sat atop your knee still.
" Well if I didn't want you to then I wouldn't of asked." he retorted playfully. You chuckled, standing to your feet, leaving your weaving materials on the woven pathway, "Come inside, I have some combs and string bindings." you invite him, expecting him to follow as you begun walking into your family's empty marui.
Ao'nung hesitated for a second, "Nobody's home." you call out from inside the marui and watch as he scrambles inside. Scoffing, you gather the comb you brought from the forest and some of your own oils to make the braiding process easier.
Ao'nung stood awkwardly inside your family's marui, eyeing the space, giving your environment a thorough inspection. Feeling self-conscious all of a sudden, your eyes dart around your marui, picking apart your surroundings incase it harboured any embarrassing items.
Spotting the crate your father used to stash his human weapons you suddenly felt your heart thud aggressively. You knew how most na'vi, especially the Metkayina felt about metal devices. Weapons of metal are forbidden. To touch them poisons the heart.
Ao'nung seemed to bypass your humanness when he decided to persue you romantically, however you could still recall his initial impression of you and your family, despite his countless apologies and forms of compensation—which you obviously accepted, you still couldn't get rid of the disgusting flare of embarrassment that came with being a half-breed.
In one swift motion, you planted yourself onto the crate, making yourself comfortable, acting like it was just a regular piece of Omatikaya-cultured furniture your eccentric family brought from the forest.
Your sudden movement caught Ao'nung's attention and he displayed a look of confusion, causing your nervousness to spike, "Come sit!" you eagerly spoke, in a shrieking tone, parting your legs slightly and setting the comb and oils onto the smooth surface of the crate.
Ao'nung's confusion dissipated and you let out a sigh of relief, as he settles between your legs, the back of his head facing you with his spine pressed along the crate, you take some oil into your hands and start combing through his hair.
"So have you decided what style you want?" you ask him while your fingers brush easily through his hair, the woody scent, familiar to you but foreign to him left a little marking of yourself onto Ao'nung.
"You know what I like, nothing different." he says and you can hear the smile in his voice, as he speaks and his chest vibrates you can feel the effect it has on you as the skin on your calves begin to burn, and as Ao'nung felt comfortable the back of his broadened shoulders pressed onto your calves, intensifying the heat.
You hum in response, enjoying the calming space. You pick up the comb and began brushing through his oiled hair, barely finding any tangles. But, when it came time to section Ao'nung's hair into parts, to start with the secure braids at the front, you needed him to move his head back.
"Ao'nung, can you move your head back slightly, I need to section from the front." you instructed, and he complied, well sort of. When he brought his head back and you used the comb to section his hair you felt some stray hairs tickle your knee, sending waves of tingles up your spine, yet you continued, or at least tried to.
Lazily, Ao'nung moved his head to the side, resting comfortably against your left inner thigh, his hair brushing the bare skin making you let out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a breathy giggle, which of course he noticed.
"I like that sound." Ao'nung declared aloud, causing your hand to jolt slightly, comb almost slipping out of your grasp, you let out a shallow breath but ultimately continue parting through his thick, lustrous hair. Seemingly motivated, Ao'nung continues to slowly rub the side of his head along your inner thigh, making you feel tingly and warm between your legs, his hair also poked your skin causing a ticklish feeling.
You let out a wholesome giggle and slightly jerk yourself forward, wanting to feel this tingly sensation on the more upper parts of your inner thigh. "Ao'nung you're tickling me with your hair." you snickered, trying to complain but your voice gave away how much you were enjoying this.
You could feel the corner of his lips grow into a smirk as the side of his cheek pressed against your inner thigh, he brings his hand and from under your legs he starts rubbing along the side of your thighs, slightly pushing your thighs closer to his face before planting a soft kiss onto the inner part of your thigh which was closest.
An affectionate smile forms on your face as you use the comb to brush his scalp, your movements almost mindless as you focus on the attention your thighs were receiving. Brushing inconsistent waves along the underside of your thighs, reaching dangerously close to your ass, but not quite there, Ao'nung presses wet kisses along the inner side, pink tongue coming out to swipe against your skin eliciting tingling pleasure at the sensation, essence of your arousal oozing out of your core.
"Ao'nung..." you moan, hand barely moving as the comb laid stationary in your palm, your body and apparently mind, was completely entranced by the way Ao'nung's mouth and hands worshipped your lower body, without even needing to touch your most sensi tive parts. The feeling was overwhelming but you could honestly receive this attention all day.
The hand on the underside of your left thigh was now attempting to pry your legs wider while Ao'nung sucked on the skin of your inner thigh, delivering a final kiss, he jolted upwards, turning around to meet you while still being on the floor below you. This was a view you could honestly get used to, Ao'nung settled between your legs, hair down and damp, cascading down his shoulders with his lips a glossy, supple pink colour and eyes that looked like they were ready to devour you.
You were awestruck, mouth parted, pupils blown wide and only carnal thoughts filled your mind, and the man situated between your legs just smirked.
"Spread your legs wider for me, sevin." he uttered, with one hand resting on either side of your legs, you opened up for him. "You don't know how bad I have wanted to do this." Ao'nung spoke, almost as if he was about to wake up from a dream, licking his lips and shaking his head in disbelief.
"Do what?" you ask tauntingly, playing with the strings of your loincloth, hips moving forward to press against the top of the crate which you sat on, to provide some sort of friction.
"Maybe you can tell me what you're going to do to me while I take off my loincloth, hm?" you suggested in a way which sounded more like instructions, but Ao'nung was willing to comply dutifully. As you slowly tugged on the strings of your loincloth on your left side you watched Ao'nung smirk, bringing himself closer to you.
"Make you feel good, using my mouth— my tongue." Ao'nung began, fingers spreading atop your thigh, moving up and down on the smooth skin as you finally pulled the strings loose on one side, nodding along to Ao'nung's words as he talked, thoroughly enjoying the pure filth he was going on about, but it was far from enough. You wanted more.
"I want to taste you, savour your sweetness, Eywa, I want to bury my tongue so deep into your pussy while you scream my name." Ao'nung groans, a silent growl leaving his lips as he speaks, his words were like music to your ears and fuel to the fire burning between your legs.
You whined in response, eagerly undoing the strings of the other side of your loincloth pulling the piece of fabric off of your heated core as soon as possible, it was as good as useless in this moment. Propping your hands behind your back you shifted yourself forward, keeping your legs spread as you revealed your throbbing, wet pussy to Ao'nung who looked like he had just seen a fresh fruit after months of starvation.
His tail thumped loudly onto the ground, "Can you please let me taste you?" Ao'nung begged, breath fanning your naked core at the proximity and you felt like your body could not do anything else but nod vigorously.
Upon approval, Ao'nung gripped your legs, pulling them further apart if that was even possible and you nearly slid off the crate, but your arms behind you kept you grounded.
His hot, broad tongue pressed up against your swollen clit, he began licking wide stripes against the sensitive area, tongue reaching your hole to move back up to your clit where he used your wetness paired with his spit to slide his tongue up and down your pussy, and everything became messy quickly.
His mouth was covered in clear juices of your arousal and he enjoyed every bit of it, the pads of his fingers dug into the plump, yet firm flesh of your thighs as he licked, sucked and swallowed your womanly essence. Your eyes rolled into your head as you were immersed in the tingly feeling, his tongue worked wonders on your pussy and you couldn't help but moan and whine, even shifting your hips forward to almost grind yourself on his tongue.
Soon, when his nose hit your clit, while he did as he previously stated, and explored your soppy hole using his tongue, you felt your toes press harshly into the underside of your feet, receiving a deepened tingle you've never felt before. His tongue was lodged deep into your weeping hole as his face moved side to side, he was completely busied with your pussy.
His hot tongue soon retreated from the tight dampness of your hole as he took some breaths, and immediately started sucking onto your clit as he regained his momentum. "Ao'nung, Oh! This feels so–" you dissmissed your own sentence with a throaty moan that emerged from your soul itself, when he took a finger and inserted it into your hole with a squelch.
His mouth withdrew from your clit and he looked up at you, your eyelids heavy and your bottom lip tucked behind your front teeth, heavy breaths went in and out your nostrils as your chest heaved, before his signature smirk could form onto his face he latched his lips onto your clit, sucking vehemently onto the swollen bud, fingers moving with the same excitement as they dove into your hole and came back out with the same speed at which they went in.
Ao'nung looked up at you again, in the midst of your eyes rolling up into your head, " Look at me." he grunts while quickening the pace of his fingers. You point your pitifully dizzy gaze down onto him and when you do he delivers another passionate suck onto your clit, followed by a wet lick. "C'mon, I know you're going to finish soon." he groans while looking up at you, punctuating his sentence with yet another suck onto your clit.
"Look at me when I make you come, so I can see the face you make when you fall apart just for me." he growls onto your pussy, fingers curling into your hole, feeling a spongy spot that produced the most disgustingly, sweet sounds from your mouth.
"Ah!Yes, fuck!" you whine out, feeling yourself uncontrollably react to all the attention Ao'nung was giving to your pussy, something in your lower stomach tightened and you remembered his words, trying your hardest to look down at his moving head, hair embarrassingly dampened and sticking all over, onto the side of his head, his neck, your inner thighs. And as his finger jackhammered into your weeping, pulsating hole, Ao'nung delivered a final suck to your clit, making you groan loudly in pleasureable fulfillment.
"Fuck! Ao'nung, I'm coming! I'm coming!" you whine out, toes curling and eyes threatening to close on itself, Ao'nung's face grew blurry as you rode out your high, and the muscles in your legs tightened rigidly before releasing, making you slump forward with a tired relief.
Your breaths heavy and uneven with each passing moment, slowly Ao'nung withdrew his finger from your slushy pussy, letting out a soft breath before cleaning off your release with his tongue. His action was barely noticed by you as you slumped forward, beads of your chest jewellery almost hitting him in the face and poking his eyes, if he hadn't held you up by the shoulders.
He chuckled at your state, a warm smile of pure satisfaction latched onto his face, resting your chin on top of his head as he held you up, you couldn't help but appreciate his hair for the millionth time that day, taking in the heady smell of your forest oils mixed with his mother's new scalp oil, you reach out to pat his head, like a 'good job' gesture.
"Your hair smells nice." you manage to say, feeling his thumb brush the skin on your shoulder, he chuckles in response. "Maybe I should leave my hair down, just for today." he asserted with an amused laugh.
