Crawling Back To You (miniseries)
a/n: got this idea from listening to “do i wanna know” by artic monkeys.. ao’nung was the first to inspire me don’t ask why just read 🌚. this will have maybe 4 parts
pairings: aged!up!ao’nung x na’vi!fem!reader
warnings: male masturbation, inexperienced reader, kissing, biting, grinding, very horny and feral ao’nung
It started off small, a fleeting attraction to the Metkayina prince. The way he grew into himself, the soft looks he’d give you without even acknowledging you verbally. You were very close with Tsireya, before even realizing your attraction to her brother.
She wasn’t stupid though, her eyes followed yours everytime he walked by. Even Ao’nungs. Watching his gaze flick to you every so often, the way his tail flicks in annoyance when you look away.
Each afternoon, when Ao’nung would come back from a hunt, he’d seek out your Marui, leaving a basket just for you to have. Every night, you’d find it, let your thoughts race with who could’ve left it for you, and take it inside.
You weren’t aware Ao’nung truly thought of you romantically, at least. He was courting women, albeit a new one every other week, but Tsireya likes to call him ‘picky.’ Maybe they just weren’t good enough to rule over the people with him.
“I believe he has good intentions, some younger women in the clan only wish to be protected by the status of being the Olo’eyktan’s wife. My brother can be a skxawng, but he is not heartless.” Tsireya said, fingers working diligently to weave a soft pink shell into her new loincloth.
You nodded, humming in agreement. “Perhaps I should step into the mating scene. I’m not getting any younger.” You held up the chest piece you were working on for yourself, making sure the iridescent shell shards fell how they were supposed to.
“Nonsense! You have time!” Tsireya argued, her teal eyes narrowing in your direction.
“You only say that because you have Lo’ak. You have met your fated one. I’m 22, I should be putting myself out there.” Your ears flicked back at the sound of shells clicking behind you, your head whipping to look at who it was.
Your cheeks turned a faint purple, ears pointed back up at the sight of Ao’nung. He was practically all muscle, arm bands on each bicep, his curly hair let down for the day with shells braided into it. His tattoo adorned on the side of his back now, littered up to his arm.
“If you plan on being courted, be careful. Some of the men talk only of one thing.” Ao’nung said flatly, as if he was forced to talk to you.
He crouched between you and his sister, his frame leaning more to your side as he placed down a loincloth that was torn on the side.
“Can you fix this for me? Only realized it got nipped once i was out of the water, had to hold it up the whole way back home.” Ao’nung stifled a laugh, watching sister grimace.
Picturing Ao’nung practically indecent made you flush and furrow your brows, shaking your head clear of the thought. Tsireya began teasing him, scowling at the fact he had to imply such a thing. He didn’t hear a single thing.
He was too busy watching the way your fingers worked, the chest piece you wore that hid almost nothing from the imagination. The delicate striped pattern on your legs. Ao’nungs eyes raked over you quickly for the last time before he got up. He was still stuck on the fact you wanted to begin accepting courters. What an unnecessary idea, he’s been waiting for you long enough. Now other warriors have the opportunity?
“Yeah, whatever. Just let me know when you fix it.” Ao’nung said, rising to his full height, making sure his arm brushed against yours a second too long.
Tsireya, being the sweet younger sister she was, bit her tongue for a sassy response.
Later that night, you asked along the shore, your footprints melting into the wet sand, the feeling grounding you to the quietness of eclipse. You’d usually take this path, down the shore, past the great rocks, to the right, and there was your home. It was a quieter route to go than through the clans common areas. Your hair was still damp from your swim earlier, the ends tickling your lower back each time you moved your head to look out to the tide.
You were approaching the cluster of great rocks, seeing two figures just ahead of you, only visible from your standing point. You covered your mouth shamefully, worried you may have caught something intimate as your eyes flicked away to the water again. You kept walking, only slower.
She was a fickle, snobby little thing. Ao’nung wasn’t even sure why he picked her for the week. In all honesty, her body had drawn him in. His back was against the rocks, hips grinding against hers in a desperate need for touch, for some kind of release. Her fingers tangled in his curls, lips chasing his frantically, far from alluring or romantic, if anything Ao’nung mentally rolled his eyes at the display. It hadn’t felt right, this isn’t something you would do.
Why was he thinking of you? Why wouldn’t he be, you had put him in a rut earlier, your figure flashing in his mind at the most inconvenient times. The longer he tried to avoid you and push the possessiveness he felt over you, the worse it got. He thought if he kept courting, kept other women around he’d forget about your soft smile, your unique, contagious laughter, your perfect body, the face you make when you get caught looking at him.
He had lost it. Ao’nung moved his hands from the girls waist, to her hips, pushing her away gently. His cock went soft, unimpressed with this weeks replacement for you, muttering a half hearted apology to her.
“Not tonight, I’m leading a hunt early morning.” Ao’nung said softly, his ears flicking to his right, someone was near by.
He, out of respect, pressed the girl out of sight beside him, letting her run off to the side. Her disappointment would be a problem for another day, after he deals with whoever it was that—
The second your face came into view from the moonlight, his heart picked up.
“Oh, Ao’nung. I’m sorry! I thought you were with someone, I didn’t want to intrude.” You said, a sheepish smile growing across your soft features, ducking your head respectfully to your future Olo’eyktan.
He didn’t hear a damn word you said, his eyes watching your chest rise and fall with each shaky breath, the water droplet from your swim rolling down your stomach, down to the band of your loincloth.
You took his silence negatively, he didn’t like you either way. You were probably disrupting him anyways. Tipping your head down again, you went to step past him, only for his arm to reach out and stop you.
Your ears flattened, eyes focused on his bicep before trailing to his face. He looked pained, on edge. Like he was being tortured from the inside.
In a way he was, his hard on was ruining him, straining against his loincloth, begging for freedom. Ao’nung pulled you to stand in front of him, his hands shaking as he tried to decipher what he was doing. He couldn’t possibly let you know about his silent obsession with you, you probably saw who he was, as a womanizer.
“Ao’nung, are you alright? You look hurt.” You muttered, eyes raking over his body, watching his muscles flex like he was holding back from pouncing. He still hasn’t said word since you came by.
His resolve failed, hands flying to your waist and pressing you against the large rocks. Your hands rested on his forearms, eyes wide with shock. “Just stay quiet for me, I need your help.” Ao’nung said softly, lips settling by your ear, his chest pressed against yours.
Everything about it was hushed, like soemthing forbidden. You nodded, readjusting your hold on him shamelessly, he wanted your help, spoke to you like you existed for the night. You were intending to soak in it for as long as it lasted.
Ao’nung planted a kiss under your ear, trailing ones of smiles softened lower and lower, until he reached your collarbone. His hands caressed your sides, running to your hips, up your stomach and to your breasts. He was gentle, working under your chest piece to knead at your breasts, his knee resting between your legs.
You gasped, back arching off the rocks, closer to his touch. “Ao’nung—“ Your words faltered, you couldn’t even bother stopping him, the unknown pleasure raking through your body. It was your first intimate experience, unbeknownst to him.
His lips were feverish on your neck, leaving slipping kisses, bites, love marks. Somewhere between the touches, his right hand trailed to his loin cloth, other hand still occupied with your chest. His fingers raking over your nipple, watching how your body reactions to the lightest of touches. It drew him mad, how responsive you were, submissive to his touch without needing a further explanation.
Ao’nung palmed himself beneath the fabric, his length could’ve ripped it open by now. He pulled his loincloth to the side, letting his cock hang heavy and free, giving himself a soft tug.
He hissed against yours neck, pulling back to look at you, chest heaving, legs shaking from nervousness and eyes gazing up at him like he was everything you needed. And he was.
Ao’nung pressed his lips to yours, devouring you fully, his left hand resting on your lower back, pulling you closer to him. His right hand kept rhythm, pleasuring himself in the space between your bodies, fueled by the way your lips were soft, hesitant, asking him to lead.
Warmth coiled in your stomach, your hips twitching from the sensation, like the closeness, the kiss wasn’t enough, you needed something hotter, something more filling. Ao’nungs kiss grew harder, just as he did. Your newfound craving, confidence convinced to hook your leg around his waist, pulling him against you while you were pressed onto the rock. His cock twitched, his movements continuing between your legs while he pulled back from the kiss, looking down at your legs.
The sight almost killed him. Your loincloth twisted to the side, exposing your cunt to the night air. His ears flattened, reaching his climax just as indecent images of him fucking you, rutting into you until you couldn’t speak a single sentence flickered through his imagination.
Hissing, he rested his head against your shoulder, his hand that was precious on your breast, now rested on the thigh wrapped around his waist. His teal eyes never left the sight you left exposed for him between your thighs. Ao’nungs kiss grew straightened, practically still drooling from seeing your cunt. He knew better though, allegedly. He couldn’t cross that line, or maybe, he could. Not that it would change anything. Something about the rush felt good, the forbidden route, the way you’re so shyly pliable for him now. Would that change if he tried to truly make you his?
Your eyes caught sight of his length, face flushing purple at how massive he was, something that would surely break a woman if it were to be used during mating. It was your first time seeing something so intimate so clearly. You instinctively closed your eyes, head turning to the side to avoid it, and the Metkayina princes’ gaze.
He looked at you curiously, eyes narrowing at your reaction, your timidness now. It’s not like you hadn’t ever seen a cock before, right? Ao’nung almost chuckled to himself before the realization kicked in. You were quiet, a shy nature, only just now speaking of accepting suitors. Each puzzle piece set in, you had never done this. You were a virgin, an inexperienced, hardly educated virgin, who only knew of the sacredness of mating.
His tail stood to attention, eyes watching you readjust your top and loin cloth. You felt exposed under his gaze now, eyes never meeting his, and instead looking to the side. Ao’nung ducked his head, catching your jaw in his hand.
“You have never done this before?” Ao’nung questioned, leaning in closer as your eyes met his. You shook your head.
“I haven’t, I was unsure of why I felt, hot.” You admitted, hoping maybe he had the answers for it, why your body felt like it was tight, and on fire under his persistent kisses and touches.
He took a deep breath, letting go of your jaw and readjusting his loincloth, concealing his length. Ao’nung raked a hand through his hair, his arms flexing as he dropped them to his sides.
“You liked it, that’s what that means.” Ao’nung said, hands moving to brush the hair from your face that was coated with sweat.
“It wasn’t enough.” You said.
His cock stood to attention again, like it knew the comment was for it. Ao’nung looked at you, eyes serious as he considered his options.
“It felt— Like it was enough, I mean. Like something more could happen.” You said quickly, brushing your hair back, and over one shoulder.
It felt like the air got hotter, more congested. Ao’nung weighed it out, he couldn’t let someone else put their hands on you. Ruin something so sacred the you kept intact. That you allowed for you him to take away unknowingly. If you had to be mated to someone, it would be him.
“It can go further than what we did.” He said, voice lacing each word with persuasion. “Something far more intimate than I think you’re ready for.”
Your eyes widened, hand going for his. “You can help me!”
He shook his head, “Tsk, it’ll take a long while.” Ao’nung tilted his head, a smirk plastering on his face from your disappointment.
“I’m teasing you, ma yawne.” His eyes softened at your form, his hand resting on your cheek.
“I will visit you tomorrow night, we can talk more then.” He whispered, a kiss pressed to your temple.
You nodded, it was far too late anyhow. You were supposed to be asleep an hour ago. “I will look forward to it, Ao’nung.”
The dynamic between you turned feral within a days time. Years of knowing each other, keeping a distance, watered down to a moment of weakness from the Reef prince who couldn’t wait to get his hands on what he really wanted. Between the two of you, it was hard to say which was more oblivious. You were convinced his intentions were to keep you as a ‘intimate outlet’, given his sudden interest in you. Ao’nung was convinced you merely wanted to be introduced to the world of lust, and part of him scolded himself for allowing himself to taint you. The night was made for something neither of you could speak of in the morning casually, something so trivial, so heated, exchanged between the future Olo’eyktan, and his sisters best friend.
You both decided to stay oblivious to each other, not wanting to know the harsh truths neither would be facing in reality.
It was easier keeping quiet to have what you want
