Butterflies
Lo’ak & female Na’vi reader
Word count: 7.6k
Plot: Lo’ak had a crush, and for once she wasn’t one of the girls that climbed all over him daily. He was growing sick of that life but was too comfortable where he was. Until one night, during a private moment in his hut, he ran into the one person he didn’t expect and he just couldn’t help himself when all he wanted was a taste.
⛔️minors DNI⛔️
Warnings: Female receiving, male masterbation, very vulgar language, first person POV and narration smut, smut, smut
Hi guys… I’ve missed you. I’ve been writing this comeback series for about 5 days now. And I didn’t want to give any deadlines since I wanted it to be a surprise. I also wanted to try something new by using a ‘first person’ narration. I definitely think it suits my style of writing a lot better. Anyways, I hope y’all aren’t upset with me for my lil hiatus.. ya girl had to take a break. But I’m back, I have a pulse. And I’m ready to deliver the nastiest, toe curling smuts I’ve ever written.
Enjoy 🤍
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Lo’ak
I swear this shit never gets old. The warm fire dancing on my face was the perfect indicator that I might not be so fucked up afterall. My mind for the first time in weeks, was free of those intrusive thoughts that I get sometimes when I'm feeling sorry for myself. I smile to myself, I had no idea that I was capable of being so calm. This life was difficult in more ways than one, so it really shouldn't be a surprise that this ecstasy is completely foreign to me. For a moment I was content, that was until I realized that I’m just high as fuck and the weed was just doing its job. Because there was no way in hell that such an elementary feeling had me feeling fruity for a moment. A laugh squeaks past my lips at the realization, my cheeks puffing out as I try to hold those giggles back. I would hate to look like an idiot right now. As I sit with my knees to my.chest I collect myself, breathing deeply with a sweet honey on my side. Literally.
My eyes close softly as a young broad pepper's small kisses on my neck, cooing in my ear as if I were the tastiest thing she's had on her lips in months. I would allow myself to bask in the feeling, if only I could remember her fucking name. I mean, to my defense, she kind of just showed up. And I'm just used to this. An occasional fuck was my thing. No feelings attached. It may sound heartless but there's nothing on this planet that will convince me that these girls don’t think the same way. That's all this has ever been. Hunt, sleep, and get my dick sucked from any piece of ass willing to throw herself at me. I was living the dream, well, that's what I think at least. Truth is I don't care enough to pull out of this lifestyle. It's not like much was expected of me anyways. My family had my brother for that shit. So I thought “might as well make the most of it”.
I didn't realize I was zoned out, feeling good and soaking in the warm breeze of the night until someone tugged on my arm.
“Come on, let's get out of here”. The girl with no name says to me. Interlocking her fingers with mine as she attempts to pull me to my feet. But I fight against her. I don't want to leave.
“Cmon baby, we could use some privacy” she says softly. Using the entirety of her body weight to pull me up. I can't lie, the act was cute. Her brows pinched together, fighting against a stone wall with my feet planted in the soft dirt under me. I would have budged if I was in the mood to get my dick wet, but this fire just feels too good. Too real.
So I stayed.
“Lo’ak.. Come onnn”. She nags. Like an annoying fly in my ear. She's blowing my high and it's taking everything in me not to be a dick. Despite my lack of deference for the women that threw themselves at me daily, my mother always taught me to respect a lady. So reluctantly I stand with a huff, my left arm heavy and at my side while she tugs on my right.
She pulls me further from the fire and my happiness is now gone. Fuck me.
“Where are we going?”. I ask. Obvious annoyance laced in my words but she's too drunk off the thought of my dick in her mouth to notice. She turns to me, giggling as she pulls me behind a tree. Throwing herself into me the second our bodies disappear behind it. Taking not another second, she crashes her lips into mine and I wince. She tastes salty as hell and I bite back the urge to vomit when her hand finds my dick. Flaccid and unwilling just from the taste of her. I pull my lips away, resting my hand lazily on her hip and then I look down at her.
“Turn around”. I demand. At this point I’m really trying my hardest not to put her in a head lock, knock her horny ass out and sneak the fuck out of here. But I stay frozen where I am as she does what she's told and turns around. Cupping the back of her head I push her torso down until her ass is propped in the air. And I can only pray to Eywa that her pussy hygiene is better than her breath because I don't want to soak my body in acid.
“Why can't I just say no?” I think to myself. Pulling at her loincloth as I slide it past her ass. She was at least pretty so it made this whole thing a little bearable. I really didn't want to do this, but I have a reputation and I'll be damned if a little stinky breath kills that for me. My face is now level with her sex and I almost want to do a little victory dance when she actually smells devine. She wiggles her hips, her hands gripping the soft dirt under them as I slide a digit into her. She isn't wet but I didn't expect her to be, they never are until I get my hands on them. I shove my middle finger inside her past my knuckle. She moans louder than necessary and I roll my eyes, picking up the speed. Her head flys back, her long hair falling down the sides of her waist and I take the opportunity to grab a fist full of it, yanking her up and into my chest my fingers still buried deep inside her pussy.
A choked whine escapes past her lips when I tug, forcing her head down to level my mouth with her ear.
“You just couldn't wait could you?”. I groan, twisting my wrist to fuck her deeper with my fingers, which caused her to moan louder. A get a strong whiff of her breath and coil into myself again. Pulling my face away.
“Fuckk”. I groan, unable to stop myself. I seriously wish I had something for the putrid smell emanating from her mouth but the most I could do was hold my breath. For a moment I freeze, mortified that she possibly heard. She indeed did but it was interpreted as a moment of pleasure. Her back arches, pressing her ass into my cock that has yet to get hard. I had to do something fast, closing my eyes I think of something - or someone that could change things. My mind immediately goes to the prettiest girl in the clan. The one that I have yet to get my filthy hands on. The one that is close and far away at the same time. I closed my eyes, shifting to a place that could get me there. To the place where this girl wants.. No, needs me to be.
I dip my head back thinking and imagining her face.
The way her plump lips fold in between her teeth when she's concentrated. Her sweet laugh when my sister says something that's literally not funny. But it's only funny when the laugh spills from her mouth. My breaths start to pick up, my mind races with the thought of her under me. Sweating and calling my name as I fuck her slowly. My mind is in the clouds as my body moves robotically. Gripping this girl's hips, I push her up against the tree, kicking both of her legs apart to accommodate my body. Instinctively she rubs against me, moaning into her hand trying to bite back her sounds considering we're still within earshot of people near the fire. I reach into my loincloth, the thought of another woman finally turning me into a brick. So hard that it was almost painful. I go to pull my cock out when someone comes around the tree and I almost jump out of my skin.
“Dads looking for you”. Neteyam says. Paying no mind to the girl I was about to shove my cock into. He says nothing else, turning on his heels as his hand slides down the bark of the tree. Gone and out of sight before I could respond. I never loved my brother so much in my life. I really got a ticket out of this. My hands drop from her body, fixing my loincloth to reposition my now hard dick. She groans as I step away.
“Do you have to go?”. She cries. Throwing her arms around my neck. My breath stalls in my chest, holding it in as if my life depended on it. Because it sure as fuck felt like if I smelled this girls breath one more time… I’ll hurl for real. I smile down at her, grabbing her arms from around me and pinning them to her sides.
“Sorry baby, maybe next time”. And that was a hard maybe. Before she could get the chance to beg me to stay, I turned sharply. Running after my brother. I didn't say a word until I was out of her view, catching up with Neteyam and tapping him on the shoulder.
“What does dad need?”. I ask, walking beside him. Neteyam snorts. And it left me confused.
“What?”. A giggle follows behind my words. Unsure why he's laughing but wanting to join in on what's going through his head. He turns to me.
“Nothing, I saw you with Ikeyni and thought I'd help you get out of there.'' I stopped walking.
“So that's her name”. I thought to myself.
my lip pouting as a joke. I hold my hand to my chest as if I were in a deep state of emotion.
“Bro, I could kiss you right now”. I say, letting out a long breath I had no clue I was holding in until he pulled me out of the nightmare that wouldn't go away. Neteyam chuckles, throwing his hair over his shoulder before leaning into me.
“Did you kiss her?”. He asks. My fake pout washes from my face. I did not need a reminder. I stood motionless with my face screwed up. And my lack of response answered his question without me having to say a word. Fuck me.. It was so bad. I'd rather have my lungs ripped out of my chest and be teased with the thought of taking a deep breath but can't, then remember that rancid kiss. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of the thought, the smell that would take my breath away every time I thought about it. I mean, sure. We all get morning breath but that shit was straight up neglect, that was a smell from someone sucking dick and sleeping with remnants of someone else's nut down her throat. I just couldn't wrap my head around the thought any longer. Deciding to change the subject.
“Thanks though, I honestly thought that was the end for me”. I walk next to him, punching him on the shoulder lightly, flashing a wide gummy grin at him.
“Eh, it's all good. Everyone knows she's kind of..” he trails off. “Lacking moral sense of hygiene” he glances over at me and I catch his gaze. My cheeks puff out as we both fall into a laughing fit. We walked together back to the village, the low glow of the lanterns lighting the night sky. In the distance I could hear my sister arguing with her boyfriend. And no… it's not Kiri. Neteyam looks at me and I raise my eyebrows shaking my head, already in a protest.
“That's all you bro..”. I say. Turning in the direction of my hut, wanting nothing to do with my teenage sister's antics. Neteyam rolls his eyes as he watches me scurry away.
“Wow! Can't you help me after I help you? Next time I'll let her slip her tongue down your throat” he yells after me. But I kept walking, lifting my hand behind me with my back to him as I flipped him the bird. There's no way in hell. I'll let him deal with that for now. I pull myself around the corner, out of sight, out of mind as I dip inside my personal hut. The room was dimly lit and comfortable. To be honest it was just a vibe. Things have changed here on Pandora since I've been a kid. The clan was hell bent on keeping traditions but since the human influence here. We've learned to adapt to a more modern world. We still walk around half naked though.
I make my way over to my computer and swing my chair around. This was my all time favorite place, where I could be myself without anyone having an opinion about it. Logging into my desktop I pull up my playlist, the first and most streamed song being, Into It by Chase Atlantic. If there's one thing humans did right, it was music. This band was gold and it always put me in the mood. I press play and lean back, closing my eyes as images of her flash behind my eyelids. I could hear her and smell her. If only I could taste her. As the beginning of the song starts to play, I could feel the heat form in my lower belly. The thought of fucking her to this song turning me on the more it played. Unbeknownst to me I start to touch my body. My hands gliding down my chest and my abs. My cock slowly grew in my loincloth, to the point where the fabric began to pinch me. Untying the strings, I set my cock loose. It springs free, slapping my belly. Hard and flushed pink from how horny I am. Had I encountered a different girl tonight, this probably wouldn't have been an issue. But here I am, overheating and horny as fuck with no one to help. The song continues to play the hook starting as a low breath falls from my mouth and my head falls back on the headrest. Spitting in my hand I lather my hard length just allowing the song to captivate me.
🎶“But I’m into it, I’m into it, said she wanna fuck me later girl I’m into it. I’m into it, ya I’m into it. This mental pressure got me poppin pills and shit.”🎶
The song plays and I'm lost, fisting my dick painfully slow. Mimicking the beat of the song. Hot and short pants escape from my chest, my belly clenching as I begin to feel the heat rise further into my chest. My hips meeting the thrusts of my hand.
🎶“These girls, they come and go between my bed sheets. And i've been doing blue and causing big scenes yeah”🎶
My speed picks up, my cheeks flushed as my mouth falls open and my chin pressed firmly to my chest, gathering more spit in my mouth for lubrication I lean forward and I allow slack in my jaw, watching as my spit falls to the head of my dick when I stick my tongue out. If only this was her pussy, I swear she'd fall in love and never want anyone else but me to suck her. My thrusts turn aggressive as the song continues on. I'm so turned on that I don't even care if I'm being loud. Fuck I want someone to hear me, so they can rush in here to help me. But I knew that wasn't going to happen so I continued on. Letting the song drown out my thoughts.
🎶“Pull up and I'm higher than the big trees, yeah. She don't really like it but she needs me yeah. She saying she don't really miss me. But fuck it, now I’m faded off the wrong things yeah”🎶
“Oh fuck..” I moan, my legs spread in front of me, my thighs shake as I push father off that edge. I work my hand in slow firm strokes. Twisting my wrist in circles as I tease the head of my cock. The sound of my spit on my skin, almost lost behind the music. Images of her curvy body flash behind my eyes.
“O-oh my god” her round ass, like nothing i've ever seen before bouncing on my cock, the recoil immaculate as I meet my hips with hers. My mouth falls open and I have no shame as I become a whimpering mess to the thought of her.
“F-fuck baby.. Gonna make daddy come "I moan. Sweat beading on my forehead and falling down my chest and neck.
🎶“I’m getting way too deep I’m fuckin into it!”🎶
“Mmm”
🎶“I’m into it, yeah I’m into it. I wouldn't change it for the world I’m fuckin into it”.🎶
The muscles in her back tense, her hands rest on my knees as she looks back at me. Her expression was laced with nothing but arousal. she bites her lip, bouncing on my dick nice and slow like its her fuckin job. I grip her hips, guiding her thrusts.
“That's it baby” she whispers in my head. “Come for me”. Her voice was so sweet, so hypnotizing. If this is what it sounds like in my head, then I can't even imagine what it sounds like when I really get a taste of her.
Oh god, I must be going crazy. The mind is a powerful thing because even though I've never felt what she feels like before, the thought of it alone was enough for me to explode all over my stomach.
“Ohh fuck yeah, f-fuck im coming!”
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“y/n wait!” Someone shouts behind me, I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. And from the way he slurred those two simple words, was enough for me to know that he was completely inebriated. I stop walking, rolling my eyes before I pull off the fakest smile I could muster. I turn to him, clasping my hands behind my back.
“Hi.. Ruk’e” No matter how hard I tried, there was no enthusiasm in my voice. I was drunk, tired and I wanted to go home. Not to mention Lo’ak snuck off with another girl that wasn’t me so I was already annoyed and ready for this night to end. So that I can go home, flick my bean to the thought of him and forget that I'll never be an option for him. But no, I'm here entertaining the last person I want to see. He lazily jogs towards me, his steps are heavy and ungraceful. That was pretty much his whole personality. Brawny and unflattering. One of the major reasons why he wasn't my type. I didn't like the big burly men who worked out entirely too much and lacked necessary brain cells to function.
He stops in front of me, reeking of alcohol. But I stopped my thoughts considering everyone at the fire, including me, had too much to drink. He's panting, and sweating as he places his hands on his hips. That wide and gummy smile stretching his cheeks. I just look at him.
“Come back with me,” He says. Stepping closer to me. To which I respond by taking that step back.
“No.” I say, not needing a lot of thought to deny him. After all, this was a common occurrence with him and he still has yet to get it through his thick skull that I'm not interested. His smile fades and it's soon replaced with a scowl.
Here it comes.
“Fuck you.. You stuck up bitch.” He stumbled, pointing his thick finger at me. “You think your pussy is all I can get? I have bitches begging for it” he declares. But he knew as much as I did that that was the biggest fucking lie that’s come out of his mouth thus far. Nobody wants him. I roll my eyes, folding my arms over my chest as he goes on and on about how he's desirable, the perfect mate for any woman in the clan. And how no other man compares to him. I disregard him, fanning my hand over my mouth as I fabricate a yawn. Because if he didn’t get away from me in the next second, I was going to get really disrespectful. And that wasn't like me, but I couldn't hold back because this alcohol was giving me bigger balls than I could ever have.
“Look” I interrupted him. “No offense or anything, but I feel like we keep going in circles here” I pause once more, growing too tired of this conversation to continue but I carry on despite that fact.
“I don't like you.. at all. To be quite frank, I'd rather jump off an ikran than be mated with you” he opens his mouth to speak but I hold up my finger to stop him.
“I know it sounds harsh but.. Your tongue isn't so modest either. So if you'll excuse me”.
I say nothing else as I turn on my heels, leaving him speechless and looking dumb. I could tell I've upset him when all I hear is a scream that he created deep within his lower belly. Screaming at the top of his lungs in the middle of the community field. I quickened my pace, wanting nothing more than to get the fuck out of here. The last thing I needed is people looking at me like I was the one in the wrong. Look at how he just acted from being rejected for the millionth time. I can't even imagine what his reaction would be if I told him about the one I'm really interested in. Lo’ak was the exact opposite of him and I'm content with that. Because for one, he didn't act like that, and two, he was just gorgeous. Maturing means that you don't need any more reasons than that to be sexually attracted to someone.
I clear out of the view of the rest of the drunk adults partying in front of the fire. The silent boom of the music died down as I climbed up the hill to my private hut. The worst part about being an adult in this clan, is that they put all of us together, just outside the main village. In one group as if we were livestock. They tell us it's just for convenience since we all basically work together. But everyone knows it's because we're all too horny for the elders to want to be around. Just in the distance I can hear a woman getting her back blown out. And I have no shame wishing it was me, and Lo’ak was the one to deliver.
My steps slow, the pandoran moon lights the night sky and the ground around me. I felt the warmth of the alcohol course through my veins. The sweet smell of the warbonnet ferns (bioluminescent flora) filled my nose, making me smile as it reminded me of my childhood running through these woods with my siblings. I run my fingers along the outside of peoples huts not paying attention to my surroundings. I was lost in my own drunkenness and thoughts before I was quickly brought out of them from the faint sound of a man who sounded like he was experiencing pleasure. Beyond that I could also hear music in the background but I couldn't make out the band. My brows pinch as I concentrate further, careful to slow my pace to hear better and to not draw any attention to myself.
As I got closer, the sounds grew louder and the moans became more frequent. I clasped my hand over my mouth, hiding my giggles from whoever it was. Whatever they were doing, or who they were doing, was making them feel great and that made me a little jealous. I couldn't wait to get home to do the same thing to myself. I didn't know who it was but his low groans sounded so sweet and familiar at the same time. But I was too drunk to figure out who it was. I came up to the hut slowly, the dim lights from inside lighting the path before me. I round the front entrance, placing my ear against the door. It was silent for a moment until it wasn't.
“Ohh fuck yeah, f-fuck im coming!” he moans. I try to hide my giggle again, moving my ear closer to the door.
“Fuck y/n… fuck..”
My eyes practically pop out of my head when he calls my name. I thought maybe I was just drunk and hearing things, and my brain was feeding me the things that I wanted to hear. Instead of running away like I should have, I still breath and listen further. The song came to an end almost like he planned his climax down to that exact second. Either way it was hot and I just couldn't pull myself away from the door.
“Who are you?” I whisper to myself. Shuffling to the small crack that was in his door frame. It was impossible to see anything as it wasn’t wide enough to peer through. I squint my eyes, placing my hands palm up on the door and push my nose against the wood. I guess you could say I was desperate to know who it was. Partly because they came to the thought of me and also because they did it loud enough for someone to hear. As if that's what they wanted.
I grew impatient from shoving my face into the door. I knew I wasn't going to be able to see anything but it was worth the try. At least I know that I have a secret admirer. Standing up straight I stand on the other side of his door, contemplating for a moment if I should just go in, I mean they were moaning my name anyways so what's the harm. But that was just the alcohol talking and I realized that, turning slowly with my head hanging low, I took that step in the direction of my own hut.
Too caught up in what I just heard, I didn't notice the tree root sticking out from the bottom of the wooden platform and ended up tripping over it. A loud yelp leaves my mouth as I tumble over and off the raised path right in front of this guy's hut. I knew there was no way he, or someone else didn't hear. I roll in pain, now tangled and probably cut up from the bushes and tree branches on the ground. I attempt to stand on my feet, trying not to make any more noise than I already have. My back was turned to the door while I brushed the soil and remnants of a broken branch off my legs. For a moment I was distracted. I'm never drinking again. Fuck that.
“Jesus…” I mutter, wiping the last bit of tree and dirt off my body. The moment of silence I had, soon ripped from me when I heard the door behind me swing open. I freeze, still facing away.
“Shit! Are you good?” the man says. Stepping past the threshold of his home to quickly walk to me. I instantly panic, scurrying to pull my feet free from the vines that held me firm to the ground. My mind raced with a million thoughts at once.
“Fuck im caught”
“Just say you fell.. It's true.. Well, not entirely”
“Oh god im screwed”
I couldn't believe this was happening, I just wanted to go home. How did I end up here? Dirty and possibly caught red handed after I was eavesdropping on a guy jerking off, someone who may or may not have a secret crush on me. Whatever, I had to get out of here. Without saying anything, I turned my body away from him, placed my hands on the wooden walkway and pulled myself up. I tried to make a run for it, but I didn't make it far before his hand grabbed my delicate wrist and spun me around to face him. My eyelids blink rapidly at the sudden invasion, he was so strong, hardly had to use any strength to man handle me. I had to ignore the roaring heat that began to form between my thighs considering the situation was too inappropriate to have a female boner. I focused my eyes, blinking one final time before they focused on who I was actually looking at. And I was mortified at the realization. My breaths began to pick as I met his gaze. I couldn't make out the expression on his face but it didn't look like he cared about anything else except if I was okay or not. I pull my hand away, dropping my gaze from his to hide my painfully blushing cheeks.
“Lo’ak.. I-”
“Are you okay?” he pushed again, more stern this time. He reaches back down to grab my hand, holding it up to his face. “Oh my god” I thought. He's touching me! Again!. A lump formed in my throat as he held my hand close to his face, it was then that I realized that it was bleeding.
“You're bleeding, girl.. What are you doing out here in the dark?” he says, looking at me this time. I tried to swallow the lump that formed in my throat as well as ignore the butterflies that beat violently against my belly. His brows pulled down in the center of his forehead, twirling my hand around to access the damage. I was left speechless at the sight of him, unable to answer his previous question, although to me, it was a bit rhetorical. I remember making eye contact with him once or twice at the fire tonight, it would only make sense that I was on my way home. Right? Anyway I stuttered trying to make out an explanation, I didn't want to give myself away.
“I-I was just h-heading home.. From the..” I gulp. “Fire”
He studies me, before nodding his head. Gently he tugs me toward his hut, giving me no choice to leave now and never look back. I don't know what it was but I allowed it. My stupid brain was unable to protest as he pulled me through his door. Immediately I'm met with the soft scent of fresh linen, a small candle lit in the corner of his room on his desk, a soft glow coming from his desktop that he was obviously using. The room was dark other than the flickering flame and bright neon lights that hung around the borders of his ceiling. His bed sat off in the corner, made perfectly with several pillows fluffed and untouched. In front of his bed on the floor was a beautifully crafted na’vi rug. With exquisite patterns and colors. It added a pop to his otherwise pristine room. My jaw hung as I took it all in, I knew he was sort of a control freak, but I didn't expect his living quarters to be so… clean. Young men like him don't usually give a fuck about how they lived. I knew there was something I liked about him.
“Here, sit” he says, gently guiding me to his desk chair. All back with a white headrest that had a hole in the middle. I do as I'm told as he puts his back to me, walking over to his bed to pull out a white box with a hospital logo on the front. I scrunch my brows.
“You have a human first aid kit?” I ask finally. Finding my voice after what felt like forever. He chuckles, walking over to me before kneeling on the ground in front of me. He gently grabs my hand once more, placing it on his thigh for support while he digs in the box for supplies.
“Yeah.. I know. It's frowned upon but, sometimes you just need a bandaid ya know?” He smiles up at me. His shiny white teeth set a trap in my heart. “Plus, I've never been one to follow the rules anyway”.
This was true, but it was also one of the reasons why I was attracted to him. Yeah, people will say “of course you're attracted to the bad guys”. But it wasnt that. He could do anything he felt his heart desired and not give two fucks about what anyone thought of it. Of him. It was inspirational really. I can feel the heat return to my core when he cleans my cut with an alcohol wipe, being extra gentle despite how large his hands were compared to mine. I sat silently as he tended to my wound, which was quite small if I might add. He finishes cleaning my cut as my eyes scan the rest of his room. It was so cozy here.
“All done” he says, rubbing the raised corner of the bandaid down on my skin. He doesn't look at me again as he gets up from his squatting position and puts the box back where it was stored. He turns back to me holding his hand out.
“I can walk you home if you want” I go to reach for his hand but the sound of thunder outside stops me, causing me to jump a bit in my seat. Lo’aks head snaps in the direction of his door before he returns his gaze to me, a big gummy smile plastered on his face.
“Or.. you can stay and wait out the storm?” I chuckle.
He’s so fucking hot.
“Wouldn't want you to get wet” he follows up. His expression changed briefly. He looked almost menacing, as if he had a plan. But I would be stupid to question it. My head drops, trying to hide my blushing cheeks but I think I was too late before he noticed. He walks over to me slowly, placing his thumb and index finger on my chin and bringing my face up to look at him. His once big and bright eyes were now narrow and flirtatious. I began to grow anxious that he could hear my heart that was now pounding against my chest. I clasped my hands on my lap, surprisingly keeping eye contact as he looked at me.
“You're more quiet than I imagined,” he observes. His voice low and barley above a whisper. He rubs his thumb against my bottom lip, his expression unchanging.
“I-I’m just a bit nervous… that's all”.
“Why?” he asks.
I gulp.
“I-I don’t know” his thumb moves from my lip to caress my cheek. I could feel the rough calluses from over the years rub against my soft skin.
“Am I making you nervous.. y/n?” He steps closer. My mouth was dry, my tongue smacked against the roof of my mouth when I opened it to respond. But nothing but a whimper escaped. Unable to find the words, I nod my head ‘yes’ my head tilting further back as he towered over me. His eyes never left mine as his hand leaves my face to brush my long hair over my shoulder.
“Cat got your tongue?” he whispers seductively. I started to like what was happening way too much. My eyes closed as his hand traveled down my neck, to my shoulder and eventually down my arm. He rubbed it up and down, only brushing his fingertips against me. It feels so good.
“I know,” he says. As if he could hear my thoughts. I kept my eyes closed, thinking for a moment that I was dreaming but they shot open when I felt his breath on my face and his hands sliding slowly in between my thighs. They snap open, I look down and then up at him.
“Lo’ak! Sto-”
“Shhh, it's just a little touch” his hands turn inward, gripping the insides of my knees, parting them. My breath hitched, short and staggered as I just sat and watched what was happening. Fuck it felt so good. I licked my dry lips, looking down as he caressed the insides of my thighs, I shifted in my seat as the wetness between my legs felt like it was going to seep out of my loincloth. My hands gripped the sides of his chair and I pushed my hips forward a bit. Aching to feel more. But I could tell by his tortuously slow touch, that he didn't plan on this being quick and easy. The tension in my shoulders worsened, my knuckles turned white as all the blood rushed to the tips of my fingers from the hard grip I had on his chair. My lips parted as small whimpers escaped out of my chest. I looked up at him briefly.
There was a hunger in his eyes, it was almost as if this was something that he's been waiting for. I mean, he was moaning my name less than twenty minutes ago. So really, it made too much sense. He had a crush on me. His hands left the insides of my thigh, gliding along the sides of my legs and finding his way to my ass. He gripped the soft flesh with his hands. Groaning in response to my whimper.
“Does it taste as good as it feels?” he asks. Lifting me off the chair in one fellow swoop before I could respond. I latch onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist. My dainty hands gripped his shoulders while he carried me over to his bed. I locked eyes with him as he lowered me down. He used one hand to hold himself up while the other stayed snug around my waist. My back touched the soft fabrics on his bed and he let go. Sitting back on his knees to take in the full sight of me. His stare gave me butterflies. I've had many men look at me but not like this. It was also an “I want to eat you alive” type of look but there was something different about the man that sat above me. While I knew that this was going to end with one or the both of us coming, i couldn't help but feel as if it meant more to him than a quick fuck. I could be delusional though. He rests his hand on top of my knee, parting my leg once more and bringing the other up to the side of my waist. I went to cover my chest but he removed my hands. Bringing them up to his mouth to kiss them.
“Don't you dare” he demands, suddenly placing my hands above my head. My breath halted in my chest as he lowered himself into me, brushing his lips along my jaw, running along my cheek and to my ear.
“I'm sick of imagining what you look like naked. I wanna see” he growls. Biting the soft flesh of my ear. I yelp, pushing my chest into him. A hot fire ignited from within, one that would take gallons upon gallons of water to put out.
His hands glided down my waist, his touch was like a hot blue flame that left trails of burning flesh in its path. I could feel my loincloth sticking to my sex from my juices. And my head spun with all the possibilities of how many ways this man was about to make me come. After all these years watching him from afar, I never thought I would be in his bed at this very moment. He leaves kisses along my jaw, placing one on the corner of my mouth before he begins to move down. My hands were glued to the sheets under me as he trailed kisses down the center of my chest, leaving my top on and kissing around the mounds of my breasts. I began to breathe heavily and he continued to move. When he reached my belly he looked up at me and smiled against my skin, taking his tongue to lick just a little bit. As if it were a teaser of what was to come.
His kisses were anything but sloppy, they were firm and wanting. The sound of his lips smacking against my skin made my head spin. I looked up at the ceiling, clenching the bedsheets around me as he reached the band of my loincloth. Continuing to pepper his kisses along the outside of it. I didn't know I was moaning softly until he sat up to look at me.
“Is she aching for me?” he hooks his finger under the fabric, tugging on it lightly. “Does the kitty wanna be licked?”
Oh my fucking god
I bite my lip, looking down at him and nodding my head. Far too aroused to use my words like a big girl. And as if it were the answer he was looking for, he peels my loincloth from my skin, a string of my juices connecting me to it. He smiles, taking in my wet pussy with his eyes.
“Good girl,” he says. Wasting no time to lower himself onto his belly.
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Lo’ak
Her pussy was so wet, I could smell it from here. This was probably the one thing I couldn't form in my thoughts. I knew I needed the real thing to even come up with a scenario to jerk off to. And now I have her. Here in my bed, naked from the waist down as her pussy drips onto my bedsheets. I'm never going to wash them (just kidding). I couldn't wait any longer, positioning myself on my belly and wrapping my hands around her thighs. I blew air over her pussy, making her shiver. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Her little hands gripped my sheets as she kept her eyes glued to the ceiling. A part of me was jealous of the ceiling above her. I wanted her to see what I was about to do.
“Look at me, y/n” I demand. Inching my face closer to her sex. With a shaky head she looks down, the muscles in her neck in the shape of a ‘v’ as she struggles to keep her head up in this position. She was sweating already, and I could tell she was turned on by the way her pussy swelled right before my eyes. I hold eye contact, lowering my head as I steal a lick against her clit. Her head falls back but she quickly looks back down, her mouth agape while small moans come out of her mouth. I could listen to that fucking sound all day. It was like music to my ears.
Dipping my head once more, I apply soft but firm kitty licks on her clit, keeping my eyes locked on hers. Her legs were trembling as she tried to close them shut but I held them open, forcing her knees to make contact with the bed under us.
I go down again, this time wrapping my lips around her clit and suck. And I suck hard. I want her shaking, to scream my name while I make her come in my mouth with my tongue. I was thirsty for it, starving like I haven't eaten in days. I couldn't stop the animal within, not with y/n’s pussy around my lips.This is what I've been waiting for.
She was so sweet, and tender and I gulped her down, taking in every ounce that he had to offer. I treated her clit like it was a fine piece of jewelry. Rolling in around on my tongue and applying the perfect amount of pressure where I know she needed it. My groans began to match her moans as she began to buck into my face. I guided her, moving my hands under her ass to push her pussy as far into my mouth as it could go.
“Lo’ak!” she screams.
“Yes baby, say my name” I thought to myself.
Since my mouth was too full to speak.
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“Lo’ak!” I shouted. Bucking my pussy against his tongue. I was so wet that I could hear my sex sloshing against his mouth. His tongue rolled perfect circles on my clit.
Sucking and licking.. Sucking and licking.
He was taking my breath away, grunting into me as we made a perfect melody together with our moans. I could feel myself getting close, trying to force my legs closed as the entrance to my pussy began to contract.
“Fuck.. I-I’m gonna come!” I declare. And I couldn't help it, I reached down, grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pushed his face further into me. His chin rested right at the entrance of my cunt and I rode his face all the way to my climax, releasing all over his nose and chin. I shook violently when I came. It's been a while and it was evident when he came up from between my legs, his chin, and neck glistening with my juices. He licks up what he can on his lips and places both hands on the sides of my waist, coming down and kissing me hard making me taste myself on him. I tasted so sweet.
Letting go of my lips with his, he leans up, pulling me with him as he straddles my legs around his waist. Working the strings to his loincloth. I look at him wide eyed. That wasn't it?!
“I'm not done with you yet baby…”
To be continued…