- cw: potential afaa spoilers! lower case intended, smut, p in v, sex pollen, kinda hate sex (fuck or die but dying isn’t an option), cheating (sorry neytiri!), forced proximity? (the pit), grinding/dry humping, dirty talk, biting. let me know if i missed anything!
- an: saw afaa on friday and jake looked so dang scrumptious in that prison jumpsuit, i had to hold myself back from jumping at the screen.
- wc: 3.3k
- summary: after your clan’s attack on the wind traders, you crash land near a burning caravan with surviving clan members. whilst varang punishes captured na’vi, slicing through their kuru’s, only you spot a tall, male na’vi watching from the shrubbery. you give chase, too worried that by the time everyone else is alerted, he’d be far gone. when you catch him, the confrontation turns physical, sending you both tumbling into a hidden pit of strange flowers. exposed to the pollen’s effects and unable to escape, hostility gives way to desperate survival.
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you let out a groan of pain, hands digging into the soft flora of pandora as you pull yourself sitting upright. your nightwraith unfortunetly got shot down in the process of the attack on the tlalim clan, by only who you could assume was jake sully, the ‘great toruk makto’. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the thought, everyone across pandora knew of him, the great stories told about a sky person turned na’vi who proceeded to save the whole planet.
the impact of the hit affected your body, making you feel bruised and battered as slowly but surely, you made your way towards the scattered members of your clan who landed not too far from you. varang being one of them.
screams echoed through the forest as fire spewed from side to side, members of the mangkwan clan threw themselves at remainders of other na’vi, which crashed alongside the now alit caravan, piercing some of them with knives. others were forced to perform tsaheylu with varang, a painful process as she wrapped their kuru around her knife and sadistically sliced it, pained screams filling your ears.
you made your way and stood beside riku, varang’s henchman. a tlalim na’vi was thrown at your feet. instinctively, you followed suit and gripped the back of his head, running your hand along the kuru as you pulled the base of it, knife wrapped around it.
the fire burned stronger and brighter, sparks falling from the wrecked caravan. the mangkwan members surrounding you danced and mimicked animalistic noises.
as varang began talking, you couldn’t help but zone out, blocking all sorts of noises out. your eyes focused on a random patch of the forest as you thought you saw a flicker of movement.
the fire burning beside you helped illuminate the surrounding shrubbery and flora as you zoned in on specific bushy area. you hummed in contemplation, pondering on whether or not to investigate what potentially could be nothing.
a small movement in the bush snaps you out of your thoughts as you see a sparkle, reflecting that of fire, in what resembles a pair of eyes.
you let out a hiss as you drop the tlalim na’vi, they’d be delt with by another.
evidently, you were correct, as the figure you thought was in the bush, came to be real.
the dark blue skinned na’vi got up from their crouched position and began to run. you weren’t far behind.
it took a good few minutes of running after this figure before you managed to catch up, lurching forwards and slamming into them, causing a tussle on the grass.
swiftly, you pulled the male to the ground and straddled him as you attempted to pull out your knife from the sheath on your hips but unfortunately got disarmed rather quickly as he threw you onto your back.
“jake sully..” a hiss came from your lips as you barred your fangs.
you lay on your forearms.
the moonlight mixed with the bioluminescent flora bouncing off his face quickly revealed who this figure was.
“don’t sound too excited.” he scoffed as he set up a defensive stance.
you hissed again before standing upright and going for another attack. you lurched forward, going in for a punch to his face. jake barely has time to brace before your fist whistles past his jaw, close enough that he feels the rush of air. he pivots instinctively, grabbing your forearm and twisting, using your momentum against you. you snarl and drive a knee toward his ribs, catching him hard enough to force a grunt from his chest.
“still fast,” he mutters through clenched teeth.
you wrench free and spin, tail lashing behind you as you circle him. the forest hums softly around you, bioluminescent plants lighting the clearing in flickers of blue and green.
‘toruk makto, demon, enemy’ is all you could think, hatred bubbling inside of you.
You rush him again, fingers grazing his shoulder this time. he reacts instantly, shoving you back, feet skidding against the damp ground as he regains his footing. the two of you collide once more, hands locking at each other’s wrists, muscles straining as neither gives an inch.
“you should’ve stayed hidden,” you hiss.
“after what i saw?” jake scoffed, “that’s inhuman!” he yelled at you.
your grip falters for half a second, long enough for him to twist you sideways and drive you both into the undergrowth. the ground slopes sharply beneath your weight, loose soil giving way as you grapple for control.
‘no-’
then.. the earth disappears.
you fall together, limbs tangled, crashing through layers of soft petals and unfamiliar blooms. the impact knocks the breath from your lungs as flowers burst beneath you, releasing a shimmering cloud of spores into the air.
the scent fills your lungs. you cough, scrambling to your feet, only to stagger.
the scent is thick. sweet. wrong.
‘something’s not right’
jake groans nearby, pushing himself up on one elbow, eyes unfocused as the pollen curls around you both. the fight stalls, not from mercy, but from the sudden, dizzying heat flooding your veins.
your legs threaten to give out beneath you. you dig your fingers into the soil, steadying yourself as warmth coils through your body in slow, invasive waves. your thoughts blur at the edges, anger dulling into something hazy and unfocused.
‘this isn’t weakness.’
you grit your teeth. ‘it’s the plants.’
jake drags himself upright a few paces away, one hand braced against the rock wall of the pit. his breathing is uneven, chest rising and falling too fast as his gaze lifts to you, and lingers. something flickers across his face. realisation almost.
“don’t..” he starts, then falters, swallowing hard. “don’t breathe it in.”
too late.
the spores glow faintly around you both, disturbed by every movement. heat pulses low in your stomach, unfamiliar and humiliating, making it harder to remember why you’re supposed to hate him. your tail flicks behind you without your permission.
jake notices.
his jaw tightens as he looks away, forcing himself to focus. “this place,” he mutters, more to himself than you. “it’s.. it’s doing something to us.”
you let out a shaky breath that turns into something dangerously close to a laugh. “you think?” you scoffed in a sarcastic tone.
silence stretches between you, thick and heavy. the pit feels smaller by the second, the air pressing in on your skin. you take a step back, only to hit the curved wall behind you. jake mirrors the movement without realising.
your eyes meet his again, and this time he doesn’t look away. his pupils are blown wide, just as you’d imagine yours are. expression torn between restraint and something far more primal. he clenches his fists at his sides, knuckles whitening.
“this is bad,” he says quietly. “we need to wait it out. not touch. not..”
a wave of heat crashes through you. you let out a pained gasp, hand flying to your chest, as your knees threaten to buckle.
“damn it..” you hiss, fighting for balance.
you stagger forward despite yourself, vision blurring at the edges. jake reacts on pure reflex, catching your forearm to keep you from hitting the ground. the contact is brief but sharp.
you both freeze.
his grip tightens instinctively before he realises, fingers curling around your wrist. you feel the heat of his skin through yours, the sensation jarring and wrong in a way that makes your breath hitch.
jake freezes, breath hitching as he realises what he’s done. you should pull away. you don’t. the spores shimmer brighter around you, responding eagerly, the forest almost listening.
your breath comes too fast. too loud. every sensation feels sharpened to a painful edge, the brush of leaves against your calves, the pulse hammering in your ears. and jake.
you hate that you notice him like this.
the scent of him cuts through the sweetness of the pollen. smoke, sweat, pandora, strong enough to make your head spin. every breath he takes, sounds amplified, the rise and fall of his chest impossible to ignore. his muscles tense beneath your grip, allowing you to feel how strong he really is.
against instinct, your gaze drops.
his pupils flicker, once, twice, to your mouth before he forces his eyes away, jaw tightening hard enough to ache.
“don’t,” he growls, voice rough, warning more himself than you.
another wave crashes through you, sharper this time, and you stumble forward, into his arms practically. jake swears under his breath and reacts without thinking, slamming you back against the curved wall of the pit. his hand comes up, one pinning your wrist above your head, not gentle, not cruel. necessary. whilst the other holds your waist.
too close.
your chest brushes his, heat bleeding between you like a living thing. his hips jerk a fraction of an inch, as if startled by the contact, and the movement sends a jolt through both of you.
the silence is thick.
“this means nothing,” he says immediately, voice ragged, breath warm against your cheek. his grip tightens, more anchor than threat. “you hear me? this is just..” he swallows, “the pollen.”
his gaze drags back to yours, dark and unfocused, like he’s fighting a battle entirely inside his own head. the spores swirl lazily around you, glowing brighter with every shallow breath, every accidental brush of skin.
the tension snaps like a bowstring, one moment you're glaring at each other, the next your lips crash together in a searing kiss. jake’s grip on your wrist tightens, his other hand sliding from your waist to the small of your back, hauling you flush against him. the moment your lips touch, the spores react violently, bioluminescent pollen surges around you in swirling clouds, painting your skin in flickering blue light.
“this means nothing," jake repeats, growling against your mouth, but his body betrays him, his tail lashes out, twining possessively around your thigh. his hips jerk forward, pressing you harder into the wall, and the kiss deepens with a hunger that’s anything but meaningless. his teeth graze your lower lip, sharp enough to sting, and you bite back just as hard, earning a rough groan from him.
the pollen amplifies everything, every drag of his tongue against yours is electric, every gasp magnified. your hands twist free, fingers digging into his shoulders, his braids, anywhere you can hold on as his mouth moves to your throat, his fangs pricking the sensitive skin there. “still hate me?” he mocks, voice thick with hatred yet desire, but the way his hands tremble gives him away.
you don’t answer, you can’t, because his lips are back on yours, swallowing your protests, your pride, everything but the heat coiling low in your stomach.
you can’t help but slowly, torturously grind against him as you indulge in the passionate kiss, wet kisses exchange between you both.
he moans into the kiss, hips grinding against yours in a rough, deliberate rhythm that makes your tail lash against his calf.
“still pretending this means nothing?" you pant against his lips, your own curling into a smirk.
jake’s answer is a growl, his free hand sliding down to grip your thigh, hiking it around his waist as he pins you harder against the wall. the friction is maddening, every rock of his hips drags the hard length of him against you, teasing what you both really want. his breathing is ragged, pupils blown so wide his eyes look near-black in the bioluminescent glow.
“shut up," he snarls, but his fingers are already working at the ties of your loincloth, hands scraping sensitive skin as it falls away. his palm slides over your bare ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise, and you hiss, arching into him.
“fuck..” his voice cracks when you roll your hips against him, deliberate this time, dragging a ragged moan from his throat.
you can’t help but let a small moan slip from your own lips as the friction between you both stimulates you so well.
“off..” you mumble into the kiss as you reach for his own loincloth, finding the state of undress between you both rather unfair.
“take it off.” you say once more, pulling at the strings as the kissing and grinding continues.
he hums in response, not putting up too much of a fight and reaches down to to pull at the strings of his own loincloth, allowing for it to fall down to the ground.
you can’t help but break the kiss, a string of saliva separating your lips as you look down, in awe almost, at him.
jake let’s out a chuckle as he sees your face, “you like it?” he says with a cocky tone, the smirk on his face only growing wider.
you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t pretty, because holy shit was his cock gorgeous.
your fingers twitch with the urge to touch it, but jake beats you to it, his calloused hand wraps around himself with a rough stroke, making your breath hitch. the sight alone sends a fresh wave of arousal pulsing through your cunt, your tail curling involuntarily around his thigh as if trying to pull him closer. his smirk deepens at your reaction.
“see something you like?” he taunts, voice gravelly with arousal, as he pumped his angry cock. the tip glistening with smeared precum already.
you don’t dignify him with words. instead, you surge forward, capturing his lips in another bruising kiss as your hand replaces his, fingers sliding over his cock with deliberate pressure. the groan he lets out is muffled against your mouth, his hips stuttering into your touch.
you tease him with slow strokes at the base, eventually making your way up closer to the tip. you run your thumb over the slit and watch as jake inhales sharply, his stomach tightening.
“feel good?” you tease into the kiss.
jake’s only response is a growl, low, feral, before he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand off his cock.
you let out a squeal of surprise as he swiftly positions you both onto the mossy ground beneath.
you feel a hand press against the back of your head as he smushes your face into the moss. his other hand reaches down to the dip of your back, pushing down on it, resulting in you arching nicely for him.
he positions himself behind you, grabbing your ass as he kneads it like bread. “look at this gorgeous cunt.” he threw his head back with a groan.
you mewl in response as his curious fingers get the best of him. he ran his fingers over your pussy, spreading your lips apart with his index and middle finger.
“look how wet she is doll.” jake grins as he brung his hand back up, a string of slick following.
you let out a loud moan in response as you look back at him, he uses the same hand and coats his cock in your juices, giving it a few jerks before he slides against your slick heat, teasing, taunting. the head catching on your clit with each rough grind of his hips.
you move back against him, feeling his cock rub against your cunt.
you can feel him almost measuring against your stomach, how deep it’d go inside you.
the answer is very deep.
you look down and see where it reaches up to, just above your navel.
jake’s hand that was pressed against your head, now eases as he reaches for you kuru instead, wrapping it around his hand in a fist as he yanks you up, gently but with purpose.
he brings his lips up to your ear as his chest pressed against your back.
“you’re a fucking slut.. you know that..” he whispered against your ear, followed by a lick as he kissed behind your ear.
you whine at his words, any form of defensiveness is out the window.
“just had to run after me, didn’t you?” he began rocking his hips.
“i bet you wanted this to happen, to have you struggling beneath me.” he murmured.
you shook your head, a whiney “noo..” followed, it didn’t sound very believable even if you attempted.
jake scoffed in return before he unravelled your kuru, grip still tight. he guided it to his own, the tendrils on yours and his both revealed themselves as tsaheylu was formed and you connected with each other.
he let go of your kuru as you bother gasped in pleasure. loud noises emitted from you both as you felt each other in a whole different dimension almost.
your head dropped back onto the mossy ground as he let go.
“liar liar..” was all he said before he angled his hips with yours and slammed into you.
the stretch is brutal, delicious, punching a ragged scream from your lungs. jake doesn’t give you a second to adjust, his rhythm is punishing from the start, each thrust driving you deeper into the bioluminescent petals beneath you. his tail lashes wildly, curling around your thigh to hold you open, to take him deeper.
“Kalweyaveng (son of a bitch) .. j-jake..” you whine, your fingers tear at the moss, knuckles white, as pleasure crests violently.
you instinctively arch even more, slowly matching his thrusts.
he leans over you, fangs scraping your shoulder. “say my name again," he demands, voice raw.
you choke it out, “jake!” as his hand reaches down and begins to circle around your clit. hips snapping harder with each thrust. his breath is ragged in your ear, small groans and moans escape his lips with every clench of your cunt clamping down on his cock.
another hand reaches down, pulling at your top and begins groping at your tits, squeezing them and groping them harshly.
he plays with your nipples, squeezing them and gently pulling at them, adding to the pleasure you’re feeling already.
his fingers tighten around your breast, rolling your nipple between his calloused fingertips until you gasp, your tail lashing wildly against his thigh.
jake's restraint is hanging by a thread, the thin leash of his self-control fraying with every stroke, every breath he’s inhaling, the sweet scent of you mixed with the intoxicating pollen, only drives him deeper into madness. his thrusts grow erratic, his control slipping with each desperate roll of his hips. you can feel him trembling against you, his muscles taut, his tail tightening possessively around your thigh like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.
“fuck, you feel..” his voice cracks mid-sentence, his lips crashing against the back of your neck, teeth scraping skin as he stifles a groan. his rhythm stutters, hips snapping harder, faster, chasing the inevitable crest of pleasure that’s been building between you both.
you whimper beneath him, nails digging into the moss, the slick sound of skin on skin drowned out only by your gasps and the rustling petals beneath you. every drag of his cock inside you hits just right, sending sparks of heat up your spine. his fingers on your clit don’t let up, circling mercilessly until you’re teetering on the edge.
and then he bites down on your shoulder.
you let out a scream.
the sharp pain morphs into pleasure so fast it leaves you dizzy, your entire body tensing as the coil inside you finally snaps. your cunt clenches around him, milking his cock in waves as you shudder violently, stars bursting behind your eyelids.
jake curses, hips stuttering as your climax pulls him over the edge. his grip on your hip tightens to the point of bruising as he buries himself deep, his groan ragged against your skin. hot pulses of his cum fill you, his cock twitching inside you as he rides out his own orgasm with slow, grinding thrusts.
for a moment, the only sound is your panting breaths and the soft hum of the forest around you.
jake pulls out abruptly, hissing through his teeth at the sensitivity. he collapses beside you, chest heaving, staring up at the glowing canopy above with an expression caught between satisfaction and disbelief.
you stay where you are, limp against the moss, your body still thrumming with aftershocks. the pollen haze lingers, but the urgency has faded.
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hii! i hope you guys enjoyed reading this! i’m not sure how well written this is as i’ve not bothered re-reading it hahaha, so i’m hoping it doesn’t seem rushed!
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- cw: lower case intended, aged up!neteyam, smut, p in v, humans can breathe the air, virgin!reader, mention of masturbation, neteyam keeps talking about his imagination, fingering, oral (fem receiving), cum eating, dirty talk, size difference (not explicitly mentioned but reader is human soo), neteyam’s kinda possessive, slight belly bulging. let me know if i missed anything!
- an: apologies if this seems rushed. also, so sad we only got glimpses of neteyam in the third movie, i miss my mannn.
- wc: 4.5k
- summary: you and neteyam were inseparable as children. like spider, you were a human left behind, raised among the omatikaya, growing up with pandora as the only home you ever truly knew. when quaritch and the recoms forced jake sully and his family to flee, neteyam disappeared with them, leaving you behind for years of silence and unanswered feelings.
that is, until he returns.
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you don’t remember a time before pandora.
the forest has always been there in your memories. the hum of insects at dusk, the way the leaves glowed beneath your bare feet, the smell of rain clinging to everything. you learned the paths before you learned to read, learned which branches could hold your weight, which plants to avoid, which ones neteyam swore were “harmless” right before you proved him wrong.
neteyam had always been there too, along with kiri, lo’ak, tuk and spider of course.
you grew up at his side, trailing after him and his siblings like it was the most natural thing in the world. he taught you how to climb when your human hands slipped, how to keep quiet when the forest went still, how to laugh when you fell instead of crying. sometimes he carried you on his back when you got tired, grumbling the whole time but never once leaving you behind.
you were different, you always knew that, smaller, softer, human. but with him, it never felt like something that mattered. you belonged because he said you did. because the sullys said you did.
those days feel impossibly distant now.
you remember the tension creeping in before everything changed. the way the adults spoke in hushed voices, the way neteyam stopped laughing so easily. you didn’t understand gravity of it then, only that something was wrong. that the forest felt heavier. that goodbye came too fast.
one day, they were there.
the next, they were gone.
the forest felt wrong after that. too big. too quiet. you still walked the same paths, still slept beneath the same stars, but everything felt tilted, like pandora itself had shifted without him in it. you told yourself you were fine. you had to be.
norm and max stayed.
they became your anchors in a way you hadn’t expected. the lab, once overwhelming, all blinking lights and foreign sounds, slowly turned into something familiar. safe. you still visited the clan occasionally, although no way near as much as you once had. you learned how to calibrate equipment, how to catalogue samples, how to keep your hands steady even when your chest felt tight with missing someone you weren’t sure you were allowed to miss this much.
you grew up between microscopes and memory.
years passed like that. quietly. you traded scraped knees and borrowed na’vi clothes for data pads and human fabric that felt strange against skin used to vines and leaves. you still visited the forest, pandora was home, always would be, but you were changing, just as much as everything else.
and then one day..
“they’re back!”
the words didn’t register at first.
your hands stilled over the lab bench. the hum of machinery faded into a dull roar in your ears. they’re back. which meant..
no. you didn’t let yourself think it. not yet.
when they arrived, it was chaos. voices overlapping, na’vi gathering, the air thick with emotion and relief and something heavier underneath. you hung back near the edge, heart pounding so hard you were sure everyone could hear it.
and then you saw him.
neteyam stood just behind his father, taller than you remembered, broader, scarred in ways that made your chest ache. the boy who you remembered to be, was gone. in his place stood a warrior, quiet, alert, eyes sharper than before.
his gaze swept the crowd.
and then it landed on you.
for a split second, something cracked in his composure. not enough for anyone else to notice, but you did. you always had. his eyes widened, just barely, like he was seeing a ghost.
you weren’t the same either.
you saw it in the way his gaze lingered, uncertain, like he was trying to reconcile who you were now with the memory of the human kid who used to sit beside him, legs swinging, asking too many questions.
too much time had passed. too many things left unsaid.
but he was here.
he was here and it felt surreal.
you couldn’t move, feet rooted to the ground and you observed the surroundings. around you, people moved, embraces, voices, relief spilling out in bursts but all of it blurred at the edges. all you could see was him.
however, you broke eye contact first.
it wasn’t dramatic, no rush, no stumble, just a quiet decision made. this wasn’t your moment. it shouldn’t be. he’d just returned from years of hiding, fighting, surviving. his family was there, his clan, people who had mourned him as much as they’d waited. whatever this tight, aching thing was in your chest didn’t get to come before that.
so you stepped back.
you slipped through the edge of the crowd, boots soft against the forest floor, the sounds of reunion fading behind you. laughter, choked voices, someone crying openly. it felt wrong to intrude on it with everything you didn’t know how to say. you told yourself you were being sensible. kind, even. he deserved time. space.
you didn’t want to be selfish. and even more, maybe those feelings you felt years ago were one sided. maybe neteyam didn’t feel the same way you did.
the lab welcomed you back with sterile light and familiar hums. too quiet compared to the forest, but steady. you busied yourself with anything you could reach, data logs, recalibrations, a half-finished report you’d already rewritten twice. your hands worked on muscle memory alone, because your mind kept drifting back to the way his eyes had widened when he saw you.
hours passed.
max and norm both questioned why you hadn’t gone to greet them all yet, but you didn’t have a proper answer.
you were bent over a console, pretending very hard to read numbers that refused to make sense, when a shadow crossed the doorway.
you didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
the air shifted, subtle, instinctive, the way it always had around him.
“you didn’t come say hi,” neteyam said.
his voice was deeper now. rougher. it sent a warm feeling through your body.
you turned slowly, schooling your expression into something neutral, professional. safe. “you just got back,” you said, like it explained everything. “i figured you’d want to be with your family… your clan.”
for a moment, he just watched you. really watched you. not like before.
“i looked for you,” he said quietly.
“you had a lot of people looking for you,” you reply casually. “i thought… you’d want time with them first.”
neteyam exhales through his nose, something between a huff and a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. he steps closer, careful, like he’s not sure if you’ll bolt if he moves too fast.
neteyam eyes flicker over you, slow, deliberate, taking in the way you’ve changed. his tail twitches behind him, restless.
"you’re taller," he blurts out, voice rough. his gaze lingering on your legs, your waist, the curve of your lips.
you swallow hard.
“taller.” that’s all he says? after years? your fingers tighten around the edge of the console, grounding yourself. "and you’re… broader." the words slip out before you can stop them, your traitorous eyes skimming over his chest, the new scars mapping his skin like stories he never got to tell you.
a beat of silence.
his lips quirk. just barely. "you noticed."
your face burns. “damn him”
neteyam steps closer, the scent of him curling around you. too close. your pulse stutters when his tail sways, brushing your thigh. accidentally? you doubt it.
"you left," you blurt, hating how small your voice sounds.
his amusement fades. "i didn’t have a choice."
"You could’ve sent something, tried to communicate with me.” you muttered.
“it was hard when you all left, the only family i felt like i had.”
"i tried." his jaw tenses. "messages got intercepted. people got hurt."
you bit your lip.
neteyam exhales, running a hand through his braids. "you cut your hair." he changes the subject.
you resist the urge to reach for the shorter strands. "it got in the way."
he hummed, his gaze drops to your neck, exposed now. "i liked it long."
“it’s not that much shorter.” you replied.
the air between you thickens, is it awkwardness or just tension? you really can’t tell.
just then, lo’ak swings through the door unceremoniously, his carefree attitude cutting through the thick tension in the air. he takes a moment to take in the scene. neteyam and you are standing close, conversation halted in its tracks. lo’ak lifts an eyebrow, noticing something is off, but his usual smirk remains intact. "you two look serious." he quips, leaning against the console with ease.
neteyam takes a subtle step back, his expression guarded. "we’re just talking." his voice is casual, but there's a hint of irritation.
lo'ak chuckles, his gaze flickering between them. "just talking? looks like it was getting a little heated in here."
“not really.” you butted in, “he was just mentioning my hair.”
lo’ak’s smirk widens at your response, clearly not buying what you said. "right," he drawls, crossing his arms.
neteyam shoots him a glare, tail flicking in annoyance.
lo'ak just shrugs, unfazed. "anyway, dad wants you. something about perimeter checks." he glances at you again, then back at neteyam. "unless you're busy…?”
neteyam exhales sharply through his nose. "i'm coming."
as he moves to follow lo'ak, his fingers brush against yours deliberately, before he pulls away completely. the brief contact sends a wave of heat to your cheeks.
it was innocent enough, but being human on pandora, you never really received any sort of attention from boys, let alone contact.
lo'ak, oblivious to the silent exchange, claps neteyam on the back. "great! because dad’s in one of his moods..”
the door slides shut behind them, leaving you alone in the lab.
later that night, you couldn’t sleep.
your bedroom felt suffocating, so you slipped outside, letting pandora’s night air cool your skin. the glowing flora pulses softly underfoot as you wander deeper into the trees, trying and failing not to think about neteyam.
you felt like you were a kid again, before the events unravelled.
just you and the forest.
the only difference being you in your human pyjamas, rather than the loincloth and top you used to wear.
a twig snaps behind you, pulling you out of your thoughts.
you turn, pulse jumping. only to find neteyam standing there, his silhouette haloed by bioluminescence.
“you followed me," you accuse.
he steps closer, his gaze dark. "yeah." no excuses. no pretenses.
it caught you off guard.
“i was heading over to see you, then saw you leaving so i followed behind.” he replied.
you simply observed.
it made sense.
he made his way over to you, ducking through branches and other greenery.
his fingers trace the edge of your jaw, his touch feather-light, maddening. “i thought about you, you know?” “every damn night under those same stars. wondering if you still looked up at them. if you… missed me."
you gulp as you watch him.
his thumb presses against your bottom lip, dragging it down just slightly. his pupils are blown wide, dark with something raw.
"and when missing you got too much?" he leans in, his next words whispered against your skin, “ i touched myself imagining it was your hands on me."
your stomach clenches, heat pooling low.
neteyam’s words hung thickly in the air, the intensity of his gaze making you shiver. you were short for words, shocked at his sudden confession.
your heart hammered in your chest, a mixture of desire and uncertainty swirling inside you. you swallowed hard, trying to collect yourself before responding. "neteyam, i..." your voice trailed off, uncertain of what to say, but he took another step closer, his tail wrapping around your waist almost possessively.
his hand slid up to cradle your face, his touch sending sparks across your skin.
"sometimes..." his thumb traced the shape of your bottom lip, his voice low and raspy. "sometimes i’d close my eyes, pretend you were with me."
His eyes moved over you, the intensity of his gaze making your heart skip a beat.
"and i’d think about you in those moments... how I would touch you, if you were there."
his breath warmed your neck as he leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. “i’d imagine you here… like this… under the stars we both looked up at.”
a shiver raced down your spine as his lips brushed the shell of your ear.
“remember that hollow in the cliffs? where we used to hide from lo’ak during games?” his voice was rough, low. “i’d imagine me lying there at night and picture you beside me.. under me.”
your breath hitched.
“i’d imagine pushing your shirt up slow,” he murmured, one hand sliding along your waist, fingers teasing beneath the fabric, “feeling how soft your skin is, how warm. i used to wonder if you'd arch into my touch like this…” he pressed his palm flat against the small of your back and pushed, just enough to make you gasp.
“and i always imagined,” he whispered against your jaw, “that when I finally kissed you here, really kissed you.. you’d taste even sweeter than i imagined.”
his hips shifted forward, the slightest grind, and a low sound escaped him.
“that’s when i would of slipped my hand down,” his thumb hooked into the waistband of your pyjamas, “you wouldn’t stop me.”
you let out a small whimper.
“i dreamt about feeling how wet you get for me,” he admitted hoarsely. “wondered if those quiet little noises would be enough to drive me wild after years of waiting.” he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.
"you kept me up late," he murmured, teeth grazing your skin.
his mouth moved lower, along your collarbone, nipping at it teasingly.
“teyam..” you whined quietly.
"shhh," he hushed, voice thick with want. his hips pressed firmer against yours, letting you feel every hard inch of him. "my little scientist... finally letting me taste what's been mine all along?"
his hand slid lower, past your hips, down to the back of your thigh and hooked it up around his waist. you gasped as he lifted you effortlessly, pinning you against the tree.
"i imagined this too," he growled into your ear. "you wrapped around me, just like that night by the waterfall when we were younger.”
you bit your lip as the memory came flooding back in, you forgot about that.
"i dreamed about making you cum under these stars," he whispered raggedly, tail curling tighter around your waist like a promise. "with my mouth on you.. my name on your lips..”
he finally dipped his hand beneath the hem of your pyjamas, soft fabric sliding aside and brushed one fingertip over damp heat.
he groaned low in his chest.
“shit.. no panties?”
“i.. i don’t wear any to bed.” you replied sheepishly.
he let out a rough, pleased noise. half-growl, half-laugh.
“good,” he breathed. “means I don’t have to tear anything off you.”
his finger dragged through your folds slowly, once, twice, making you whimper and arch against him. “you’re already so wet…”
“you made me wait years,” you gasped, fingers clutching at his shoulders. “of course I’m..” you let out a mewl, “ready for you..”
he smirked, adding pressure just where you needed it. “i used to dream about how tight you’d feel around my fingers… my cock.” he slid one deep inside with no warning, slow, deep, and your head fell back against the tree as a moan tore from your throat.
“like that?” he purred.
you nodded ferociously as his thumb found your clit, circling with torturous precision. "tell me," he murmured, voice thick, "how many nights did you lie awake thinking of me?"
you cried out, hips jerking forward. "n-neteyam!”
"answer me." he added pressure, relentless. "did you touch yourself? imagine it was my hand? my mouth?"
a broken sob escaped you. "yes!..” you whined. “almost nightly!..” you followed up.
he continued pumping his fingers in, out, in, out, for a good few minutes.
his fingers curled inside you just right and suddenly, the world shattered. a sharp cry ripped from your throat as heat exploded low in your belly, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you came hard around his fingers, wet and trembling, your knees nearly giving out.
neteyam didn’t pull away. didn’t stop.
he held you through it, thumb still circling the bud gently as the tremors faded, watching your face with fascination.
he slowly slid his soaked fingers free, and without breaking eye contact, he brought them to his lips and sucked them clean.
your breath caught at the sight, the raw hunger in his eyes, as dropped to his knees in front of you.
his glowing eyes locked onto yours as he hooked your pyjama shorts around his fingers and yanked them down over trembling hips.
his nose brushed your inner thigh.
his hands slid up the underside of you knees, spreading your legs wider.
“look at her.. perfect.” he mumbled under his breath as he looked almost star-struck.
you watched, breath heaving, as he pressed light, worshiping kisses up the inside of your thigh, his eyes locked onto yours.
he looked wrecked, just from watching you cum.
his breath was hot against your skin. "you’re so beautiful," he murmured.
then he exhaled low, like a prayer, and lowered his mouth to your cunt, still pulsing from your release. he lapped up at your cunt with slow, deep strokes of his tongue.
"you taste even better than I dreamed," he groaned against you.
your fingers fisted into his hair as he circled your clit with his tongue, before he moved further down and began teasing your entrance.
he didn't let up. just held you steady with strong hands on your hips and drank from you like a starved man.
he groaned against your heat, the sound vibrating through you. “so sweet… mine.”
every flick of his tongue was deliberate. slow at first, savoring, like he had years to make up for. then deeper, hungrier. his nose brushing your clit as he devoured you with quiet desperation.
you gasped, back arching off the tree as his thumbs spread you wider and ‘yes..’ “there!” that wicked swirl right over your most sensitive spot.
“you gonna come again?” he murmured between licks, voice rough with need. “right on my face?”
You could only whimper in return, but it was enough.
because neteyam growled low in his chest and dove back in like a man possessed, licking deep into your folds, circling your clit with maddening precision before sucking it gently into his mouth.
stars blurred above you. the forest pulsed beneath. and all that existed was this, him between your legs, the way his name broke from your lips like a prayer..
“neteyam… i’m.. i’m gonna..”
his ears twitched at the sound, and he redoubled his efforts, tongue swirling faster, sucking gently as one hand slipped beneath to cup your ass, pulling you even closer.
"again," he growled against you. "let me feel it baby..”
and when you came, shuddering violently against his mouth with a choked cry, he didn't stop.
he just moaned like it was him being rewarded.
the vibrations sent another shockwave through your oversensitive nerves, making your legs tremble.
finally, slowly, he pulled back, but only enough to press one soft kiss to your inner thigh.
then looked up at you, eyes glossy, swollen lips glistening with you..
"still not enough," he whispered, voice raw.
he rose in one fluid motion, closing the space between you again, your back to the tree, his body against yours.
you could feel him now. hard, thick, straining against his loincloth, pressed right where your body still pulsed from his mouth.
his lips found your neck, biting gently. "wanna be inside when you come again."
your breath hitched. "neteyam..."
"i know," he murmured, thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip. "too much? too fast?"
you shook your head desperately.
“no..”
he exhaled sharply through his nose, the closest thing to losing control you'd ever seen from him.
"good." his hand slid down to cup you possessively between your legs, one finger teasing at your entrance again.
he swiftly took off your top
your bare skin prickled as the cool night air caressed your chest.
he leaned in, lips skimming the shell of your ear. "you ever been with anyone else?"
your stomach fluttered nervously. "no..”
he smiled against your skin, satisfaction and relief pouring off him.
"good…" he whispered, his hand skimming up the front of your bare torso, creeping upwards towards your breasts.
"no one else got to touch you like this... did they? only me."
"only you…" you confirmed.
he groaned low, his mouth moving along your jaw, claiming more territory. "that’s right. you’re mine. only mine."
his hand found your thigh again. "put your leg around me."
you wrapped your leg around his hip, drawing him closer.
your heart stuttered as you felt just how hard your touch made him. neteyam inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into your thigh.
"that's it," he murmured, voice rough. "hold onto me."
you obeyed, grasping onto his shoulders, holding him tight. your body hummed with anticipation.
he pulled you even closer, grinding his hips against yours almost involuntarily with a shaky exhale. you could feel just how much you had affected him.
"missed you…" he murmured between kisses, his lips trailing along your neck. "all these years, i… imagined this. over and over again."
"i did too..." you whispered back.
he kissed you, slow and deep, it made your chest ache. not just desire, something more.
when he pulled back, his eyes searched yours under the soft glow of pandoran night.
his hands moved to the ties of his loincloth and in one smooth motion, freed himself.
you gasped at the sight. thick, proud, already glistening at the tip.
he guided himself to your entrance slowly.. teasingly.. letting just the head slide in as his thumb found your clit again.
"look at me," he demanded softly.
you obeyed as you held his gaze.
with a low groan that vibrated through both of you, he pushed forward inch by inch.. filling you completely until there was no space left between you.
you cried out, part pain, part overwhelming fullness as he stretched you for the first time, your body clenching around his girth.
he froze instantly. "hey… hey, look at me," he murmured, voice thick with concern and restraint. his thumb brushed your cheek as he stayed buried deep inside you, motionless, letting you adjust.
tears pricked your eyes.
"you're okay," he whispered against your lips. "i’ve got you. just breathe… for me."
you nodded shakily and took a breath in and then another, feeling yourself slowly relax around him.
“that’s it," he praised softly, kissing away a tear that slipped free. "take all of me."
and when you rolled your hips slightly, a quiet signal, he exhaled like it was agony and began to move.
slow at first, one deep thrust that made stars burst behind your eyelids, then another just as deliberate.
each one sent waves of pleasure spiraling through you until the line between pain and ecstasy blurred.
"neteyam…" your voice called out
he kissed you hard as his rhythm picked up, one hand gripping your hip to pull you onto him deeper with each stroke, the other tangled in yours above your head.
"i’m here," he muttered against your skin. "feel me?" he said as he pushed his much bigger hand against the bulge, disappearing and reappearing in your stomach with each thrust.
"i feel you... all of you," you gasped, nails raking down his back as he rolled his hips harder.
each thrust drove a moan from your throat, deeper, fuller than before. he was so deep inside you it felt like he was touching your soul.
"yeah? you take me so damn well," he growled, shifting slightly, his pelvis grinding against your clit with every powerful stroke. "mine.. only mine.."
you sobbed out his name as the pressure built again, tighter this time, hotter.
"that’s it," he whispered against your neck, his lips on your pulse point. "come for me, baby. i want to feel you.” he pulled back, looking down at you both, watching his cock slip in and out of your cunt.
“look at us,” he rasped, voice thick with awe and hunger. “you’re taking every inch..”
his thrusts turned shallow, rhythmic, just enough to grind against your clit with each roll of his hips. you whimpered, back arching as the pleasure coiled tighter, unbearable now.
“neteyam.. i’m.. i’m..”
one hand slid between you, rubbing firm circles over your swollen bud. “come on my cock. let me feel it.”
and when you shattered, your body clamped down around him in pulsing waves. he groaned like it was salvation.
“yes.. yes.. that’s it..” he panted against your neck as you trembled through the release.
but he didn’t stop moving.
just kept thrusting, deeper now, as if your pleasure had only fueled his need.
"i’m not gonna last..” he groaned, his mouth finding yours again. "not gonna last..”
you could feel his control slipping, his rhythm turning erratic, his breath coming rougher now as he chased his own release.
“then don’t,” you whispered against his lips, nails digging into his back. “i want you to cum inside me.. want to feel it..”
his hips stuttered at your words, like you'd stripped the last of his restraint away.
"shit..” he choked out, burying his face in your neck as his body tensed. "you're gonna make me..”
with a deep, guttural groan, he thrusts into you hard, once, twice and then stilled completely.
you felt it, he came inside you, each wave shuddering through his body and into yours.
he collapsed against you slightly, forehead pressed to your shoulder, breathing ragged and raw.
for long moments, there was only the sound of the forest breathing around you and your hearts beating in sync.
finally, he lifted his head just enough to look at you, eyes soft now.
he cupped your face, thumb brushing your sweaty forehead. "you okay?" he whispered, still out of breath.
you managed a nod, too spent to form words just yet.
he huffed a small laugh, lips finding your temple.
he pulled out slowly, gently and immediately wrapped his arms around you as your legs finally gave way. his warmth didn't leave you, not even for a second, as he lowered himself to the soft moss beneath, pulling you on top of him with care.
he sat with your back pressed to his chest, legs cradling yours, tail curling snugly around your waist.
one hand smoothed damp strands of hair from your face, the other rested low on your stomach, possessive and tender all at once.
"you're incredible," he murmured into your ear, pressing a kiss just behind it.
you leaned into him completely.
his voice dropped lower. "i should've done this years ago."
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hiii! i hope you guys enjoy this one of neteyam! as always, reblogs, likes and comments are very helpful and i appreciate all of you guys who choose to support my work!
there's something about your writing that makes me want to print and stick it on my forehead with gorilla glue also could I request a tonowari smut? that big man has me frothing at the mouth
- an: omg that made me giggle out loud, i appreciate that so so much. i wasn’t planning on writing this tonight but i just couldn’t help myself, i hope you like what i’ve wrote!!
that big beefy man is so fine, ugh i get you completely
⤷ tonowari x fem!tsahìk!metkayina!reader
- cw: lower caps intended, just pure filth, newly established relationship, smut, p in v, heat cycle, rough sex, creampie(s), borderline cumflation, reader’s first encounter with someone in heat, reader is a bit oblivious on the topic of heat, knock on effect onto reader from said heat, breeding, knotting, belly bulging, dirty talk, size kink, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, tonowari acts like an animal, let me know if i’ve missed anything!!
- wc: 5.3k, ish
- summary: you, a newly bonded tsahìk, return from your daily duties to find your mate, tonowari, experiencing his first heat cycle.
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you left before dawn.
the marui was still dark, the steady rhythm of tonowari’s breathing deep and even beside you. you moved quietly, careful not to wake him as you unpeeled his much larger arm off your waist and slid out of bed, gathering your things with the practiced silence of someone who had risen early her entire life. as tsahìk, the day would be long, you already knew it. rituals, healings, disputes to mediate and you did not allow yourself to linger.
he did not stir, just continued softly snoring away as you slipped out your shared hut.
by midday, you realised something was wrong.
tonowari had not appeared at the gathering platforms. no patrols had been called, no councils convened, no decisions passed through the familiar channels of authority that always bore his voice. an olo’eyktan did not vanish, not without reason.
you asked carefully. received only shrugs. uneasy glances.
by the time the sun dipped low, painting the reef in amber and rose, the feeling had settled deep in your bones.
when you finally returned, exhaustion heavy in your limbs, the marui greeted you with silence.
not the comfortable quiet of rest.
“tonowari?” you called softly.
no answer.
you followed the feeling rather than sound, your steps slowing as you reached the sleeping alcove. the woven divider was half drawn, as if abandoned in haste. beyond it, the space was dim, lit only by the faint glow of bioluminescent threads woven into the walls.
and there, partially hidden in shadow, he sat.
the air in the marui was thick, almost suffocating. you stood frozen in the entrance, your basket of medicinal herbs forgotten at your feet as you took in the sight before you.
tonowari knelt in the center of your shared space, his massive frame trembling with barely contained tension. his skin glistened with a sheen of sweat despite the ocean breeze that usually kept the marui cool. his chest heaved with labored breaths, muscles flexing and releasing in rhythmic waves as though his body was fighting against itself.
"tonowari?" you repeated, your voice came out smaller than intended.
his head snapped toward you, and you gasped. his eyes, those warm, steady eyes that had always looked at you with such tenderness, were different. the pupils were blown wide, nearly consuming the turquoise of his irises. there was something wild there, something barely leashed.
"you should not-" his voice was rough, scraped raw. he swallowed hard, the column of his throat working. "you should not be here right now, yawne."
but you stepped further inside anyway, letting the woven entrance fall closed behind you. "you are unwell. i am tsahìk. let me help you."
a sound rumbled from deep in his chest, not quite a growl, but close. the primal nature of it sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. "this is not.. this is not something you can simply heal with your herbs."
you moved closer, your training overriding your uncertainty. as tsahìk, you had tended to many ailments, witnessed the na’vi body in countless states. but this... you had never seen this.
"then tell me what it is," you said softly, kneeling a few feet away from him. "help me understand."
tonowari's hands were clenched into fists against his thighs, knuckles pale with the force of his grip. "the heat," he managed, each word seeming to cost him. "it comes.. sometimes. for our kind. i thought i had more time before-" he cut himself off with a sharp inhale as his body shuddered.
heat.
you had heard whispers of it, vague mentions from the elders, but never the details. it had always been spoken of in hushed tones, something private, something sacred and raw.
"how long does it last?" you asked, your healer's mind trying to categorise, to understand.
"days." the word came out almost as a groan. "sometimes longer. i need-" he stopped himself, jaw clenching so hard you could see the muscle jump. "you need to leave. now. before i-"
"before you what?"
his eyes locked onto yours, and the intensity there stole your breath. "before i lose control."
you should have been frightened. perhaps you would have been, if not for the way his entire body was angled away from you, every muscle straining with the effort of maintaining distance. despite the wildness in his eyes, despite the trembling in his massive frame, he was still trying to protect you. even now.
"i am your mate," you said quietly. "i will not leave you to suffer alone."
"you do not understand what you are offering." his voice dropped to something almost guttural. "the heat.. it is not gentle. it is not.. controlled. i would not be myself. i would-" he squeezed his eyes shut, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. "i would breed you. claim you. i would not be able to stop until-"
the words sent a jolt through your body, something hot and liquid pooling low in your belly. you had mated with tonowari before, had joined with him in the way of the na’vi, but there had always been such tenderness, such care. this.. this was something else entirely.
"show me," you whispered.
his eyes flew open in a panicked state, "no."
"i want to understand. show me what the heat does to you."
for a long moment, he simply stared at you, his chest heaving. then, slowly, he shifted. the movement was careful, deliberate, as though he was fighting his body's every instinct.
he turned slightly, and you saw it, the evidence of his arousal, impossible to hide. his loincloth was tented obscenely, and even through the fabric you could see the way his cock strained, could see it twitch and pulse with his heartbeat. but there was something else, something that made your breath catch.
at the base, barely visible, was a swelling. even now, even without stimulation, his body was preparing for something.
"the knot," he gritted out, following your gaze. "it will.. when i am inside, it will swell. lock us together. keep my seed deep until-" he shuddered violently, cutting himself off.
your thighs pressed together involuntarily. the clinical part of your mind was fascinated, cataloging this new information. but the rest of you.. the rest of you was responding to something far more primal.
the scent in the marui had grown stronger. you had noticed it when you first entered, but now it was almost overwhelming, salt and musk and something uniquely tonowari, but amplified, concentrated. it made your head swim, made your skin feel too tight.
"your scent," you murmured, almost to yourself.
he made a pained sound. "it calls to potential mates. tells them i am.. ready. fertile." the last word came out as almost a snarl. "you should not be breathing it in. it will affect you, make you.."
but you were already affected. you could feel it, the way your body was responding without your permission. your nipples had tightened beneath your woven top, your skin felt flushed and sensitive. and between your legs, you were growing wet.
"tonowari," you breathed.
"no." he shook his head violently, hair whipping. "no, you do not want this. not truly. it is the scent, the pheromones. i will not take advantage-"
"i am your mate," you repeated, firmer this time. you moved closer, close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. it was like sitting near a fire. "before eywa, we are bonded. if this is part of you, then i want to know it. all of it."
his control was cracking. you could see it in the way his pupils dilated further, in the way his nostrils flared as he scented you in return. his hands unclenched only to clench again, and you realised he was stopping himself from reaching for you.
"please," he whispered, and you had never heard him sound so desperate. "please, yawne. i am trying. i am trying so hard to-" his words dissolved into a groan as another shudder wracked his frame.
you made your decision.
slowly, deliberately, you reached up and untied your woven top, letting it fall away. your breasts were bare before him, nipples peaked and aching.
the sound that tore from tonowari's throat was nothing short of animalistic.
"what are you doing?" the words were barely intelligible, his accent thickening with his loss of control.
"i am your mate," you said for the third time. "and i am choosing this. i am choosing you. all of you."
you reached for the ties of your loincloth.
"stop." the command was sharp, but his eyes were glued to your movements, tracking every shift of your fingers. "if you do this.. if you bare yourself to me now.. I will not be able to-"
"i know."
the loincloth fell away.
for one heartbeat, two, tonowari remained frozen. his entire body was rigid, every muscle locked and trembling. you could see the war raging behind his eyes, the last threads of his control being tested to their absolute limit.
then you shifted, and your scent, your arousal, reached him fully.
those final threads snapped.
the change was instantaneous. his pupils blew so wide his eyes looked black. his lips pulled back from his teeth in something between a snarl and a grimace. and his body moved before his mind could stop it.
he was on you in a heartbeat.
his massive hands gripped your waist, lifting you as though you weighed nothing. your back hit the woven mat, his body covering yours, and the heat of him was scorching. he was everywhere at once, his scent surrounding you, his weight pressing you down, his breath hot against your neck.
"mine," he growled against your skin, the word vibrating through your bones. "mine. my mate. mine to breed. mine to fill. mine."
his hips were already moving, grinding against you with desperate, uncoordinated need. you could feel his cock, impossibly hard, sliding against your slick folds. the knot at the base was more swollen now, you could feel it catching against your entrance with each thrust.
"tonowari," you gasped, your hands finding his shoulders, his back, anywhere you could touch.
he was mouthing at your neck, your jaw, his teeth scraping over your pulse point. not biting, not yet, but the threat was there. the promise.
"going to fill you," he panted, his voice wrecked. "going to pump you so full. going to knot you, breed you, make sure it takes. need to-need to-"
his hand slid between your bodies, and you felt his fingers at your entrance, testing, preparing. even lost to the heat, some part of him was still trying to care for you, still trying to make sure you could take him.
you were soaked, your body responding to his with an eagerness that might have embarrassed you if you could think clearly. but rational thought was becoming impossible. there was only sensation, his fingers stretching you, his scent in your lungs, his weight anchoring you to the earth.
"please," you heard yourself whimper. "please, i need-"
"i know what you need." his voice was pure gravel, pure sin. "i can smell it. smell how wet you are for me. how ready. your body knows. knows what it needs. knows what i am going to do to it."
he withdrew his fingers, and you felt the blunt head of his cock press against your entrance. he was huge, bigger than you remembered, or perhaps the heat had made him swell even more. for a moment, you wondered if you could take him, if your body could accommodate-
then he began to push inside, and all thoughts scattered.
the stretch was intense, overwhelming. your body yielded to him slowly, accepting him inch by inch. tonowari’s arms were shaking where they bracketed your head, his teeth clenched as he fought to maintain some semblance of control even now.
"so tight," he gritted out. "so perfect. made for me. made to take me. made to-" his hips jerked forward involuntarily, seating himself deeper, and you both cried out.
he was only halfway inside, and already you felt impossibly full. your walls fluttered around him, trying to adjust, and each small movement made him groan.
"more," you gasped, your legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him deeper. "tonowari, please, more-"
his control shattered completely.
with a roar that almost shook the marui, he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. the growing knot pressed against your entrance, not quite inside yet but promising, threatening. your back arched off the mat, a scream tearing from your throat, pleasure and pain and overwhelming fullness all at once.
and then he began to move.
there was nothing gentle about it. nothing careful. the heat had him completely now, instinct overriding everything else, and he fucked into you with a desperation that bordered on violence. each thrust was deep, punishing, driving the air from your lungs. the wet sounds of your bodies joining filled the marui, obscene and primal.
"look at you," he growled, his voice barely recognisable. "look how you take me. so small beneath me, and yet.." he punctuated the words with a particularly brutal thrust that made you sob. "yet you take every inch. every fucking inch of me."
you could barely breathe, barely think. he was so deep, reaching places inside you that you hadn't known existed. the stretch was almost too much, your body struggling to accommodate his size, but the pleasure was devastating. each drag of his cock against your walls sent sparks of sensation through your entire body.
"tonowari," you gasped, your nails raking down his back. "i can't.. it’s too much-"
"you can," he snarled, one massive hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again. "you will. you were made for this. made to be bred by me."
the word sent a shock of heat through you. bred. your body clenched around him involuntarily, and he groaned, his pace somehow becoming even more frantic.
"yes," he hissed. "you like that. like knowing i am going to fill you. going to breed you until you are round with my child. going to pump you so full.."
his other hand pressed down on your lower stomach, and you both felt it, the bulge of his cock moving inside you, visible beneath your skin. the size difference had never been more apparent. he was so large, and you were so much smaller, and yet your body was taking him, stretching around him, accommodating every thick inch.
"eywa," tonowari breathed, his eyes fixed on where his hand pressed, watching the bulge appear and disappear with each thrust. "look at you. look at what i do to you. i can see myself inside you, yawne. see how deep i reach."
you looked down, and the sight made you clench around him again. your stomach distended slightly with each thrust, the outline of him visible, proof of how thoroughly he was claiming you. it should have been frightening. instead, it made something hot and primal coil tighter in your core.
"harder," you heard yourself beg, your voice wrecked. "please tonowari."
he obliged, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. the angle shifted, and suddenly he was hitting something inside you that made sparks burst behind your eyes. you screamed, your body convulsing, and your first orgasm tore through you with devastating intensity.
but tonowari did not stop. did not even slow. he fucked you through it, prolonging it, his own breathing ragged and desperate.
"that is it," he growled. "come on my cock. squeeze me. show me how much you need this. need me."
you were sobbing now, overwhelmed by sensation, by the relentless pace, by the feeling of being so completely filled. your body was his, pinned beneath his much larger frame, helpless to do anything but take what he gave you.
"going to knot you," he panted, his thrusts becoming shorter, more focused. "going to lock myself inside this cunt and fill it until it takes. until everyone knows you are mine. carrying my child."
you felt it then, the knot at the base of his cock beginning to swell. it caught on your entrance with each thrust, not quite pushing inside yet but getting larger, harder. the stretch was already almost unbearable, and the knot was only going to make it worse.
"i do not know if i can-" you gasped, but your body was already responding, already trying to accept it.
"you can," tonowari said, his voice rough with certainty. "you will. your body knows what it needs. knows it needs to be bred properly. knotted and filled and claimed."
his hand slid between your bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves above where you were joined, and he pressed down hard. the combination of sensations, his cock driving deep, the knot catching and stretching, his fingers on your clit, sent you over the edge again.
this orgasm was even more intense than the first, your entire body seizing, walls clamping down on him like a vice. and in that moment of heightened sensitivity, when your body was most pliant, most open, tonowari thrusted forward hard and the knot pushed inside.
the stretch was impossible. overwhelming. you screamed, back arching, as your body struggled to accommodate the thick swell now locked inside you. it was too much, far too much, and yet your body accepted it, stretched around it, held it.
"yes," tonowari roared, his hips grinding against yours, the knot preventing him from pulling out now. "yes, take it. take all of me. perfect. so fucking perfect."
he was locked inside you completely now, the knot ensuring that nothing would escape, that every drop of his release would stay deep inside where it belonged. the pressure was intense, the fullness beyond anything you had imagined. you could feel him throbbing inside you, could feel the knot pulsing.
and then he began to cum.
the first pulse of his release, there was so much of it. he groaned, his entire body shuddering, and you felt it flooding you, filling you, with nowhere to go because of the knot sealing you together. your stomach began to distend further, the bulge becoming more pronounced as he emptied himself inside you.
"look," he commanded, his hand pressing on your stomach again. "look at how i fill you. how much i give you."
you looked down and saw your belly swelling slightly, rounded with the sheer volume of his seed. it should have been impossible, but the knot kept everything locked inside, and he was still coming, still filling you. the sight was obscene and primal and deeply, fundamentally right.
"tonowari," you whimpered, your hands clutching at his shoulders. the pressure was intense, almost painful, but the satisfaction was bone-deep. this was what the heat demanded. what his body needed. to breed his mate thoroughly, completely, until there was no doubt that it would take.
"i know," he murmured, his voice softening slightly even as his hips continued to grind against yours in small, instinctive movements. "i know, yawne. you are doing so well. taking everything i give you. so small, and yet you hold all of me. all of my seed."
his hand stroked over your distended stomach almost reverently, feeling the swell of it, the proof of his claim. you were marked inside and out now, filled and knotted and bred exactly as instinct demanded.
the knot would not go down for a while yet. you were locked together, his cock still hard inside you, still pulsing occasionally with aftershocks. every small movement sent sparks of over-sensitised pleasure-pain through you.
"this is just the first," tonowari said, his eyes still dark with heat even though the desperate edge had dulled slightly. "the heat will last days. i will take you again and again. will keep you full and bred until my body is satisfied that you carry my child."
you shivered at the promise in his words, at the knowledge that this was far from over. your body was already exhausted, overwhelmed, and yet some deep part of you responded to his words with want.
"rest now," he murmured, carefully shifting you both so you lay on your sides, still locked together. his much larger body curled around yours protectively, one hand splayed possessively over your swollen stomach. "rest while you can. i will need you again soon."
you could already feel it, the heat building in him again, the way his cock twitched inside you, the tension returning to his muscles. this was only the beginning. the heat would drive him to take you repeatedly, to ensure his seed took root, and your body would have to endure it all.
time became fluid, measured only in the rhythm of tonowari's breathing against your neck and the slow, aching throb where you were still joined. minutes or hours might have passed, you could not tell. your body trembled with aftershocks, oversensitive and wrung out, while his seed continued to pulse weakly inside you, trapped by the knot that showed no signs of softening.
until finally, gradually, you felt it begin to recede.
the process was slow, almost agonising in its own way. each millimeter the swelling decreased made you acutely aware of how stretched you had been, how completely he had claimed every inch of you. tonowari's breathing had evened out behind you, his grip loosening slightly, and for a moment you thought perhaps the heat had broken.
you were wrong.
when the knot had finally softened enough, he pulled out with a low groan, and the rush of fluid that followed was obscene. it poured from you, thick and hot, far too much for your body to contain. You gasped at the sensation, at the sudden emptiness after being so impossibly full, and felt it coating your thighs, soaking into the woven mat beneath you.
"look at you," tonowari breathed, his voice rough with renewed hunger. his hand slid between your legs, fingers gathering the mess he had made, pushing it back inside you with a possessiveness that made you whimper. "leaking already. your body cannot even hold all i give you."
you were too exhausted to respond, your muscles liquid, your mind hazy. you thought perhaps he would let you rest now, let you recover before-
his scent hit you again, sharper than before, more intense. the heat was rising in him once more, faster this time, more demanding. you felt him shift behind you, felt his cock already hardening again against your lower back, and your breath caught.
"tonowari," you managed, your voice hoarse. "i need-"
"i know what you need," he growled, and suddenly his hands were on you, rolling you onto your stomach with an ease that reminded you exactly how much larger he was, how easily he could move you, position you, take you however he wanted. "you need your mate to breed you properly. to fill you until your body has no choice but to accept my child."
your arms were shaking as you tried to push yourself up, but he was already there, one massive hand pressing between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest down while his other hand gripped your hip, pulling your ass up.
the position made you feel even smaller beneath him, vulnerable and exposed. you could feel him behind you, the heat radiating from his body, the weight of his cock resting against your abused entrance. you were still so sensitive, still swollen and tender from the first round, and yet your body responded, slick gathering despite the soreness.
"i cannot be gentle this time," tonowari warned, but there was no apology in his voice. only raw need. "the heat, it is worse now. stronger. i need to mount you, breed you, make sure it takes."
"then do it," you gasped, because what else could you say? this was what the heat demanded. what his body needed. and yours would endure it.
he entered you in one brutal thrust.
you cried out, the stretch even more intense from this angle, the way gravity pulled you down onto him as he drove up into you. there was no careful working in this time, no gradual adjustment. he simply took, claimed, filled you with the single-minded focus of a male in the grip of heat.
"fuck," tonowari hissed, the crude word foreign on his tongue, dragged out by instinct. "so tight. even after i just bred you, your cunt grips me like it never wants to let go."
his hips snapped forward, setting a punishing rhythm immediately. each thrust drove the air from your lungs, drove him impossibly deep, the angle letting him reach places that made stars burst behind your eyes. the wet sounds of your coupling filled the marui, obscene and primal.
"you were made for this," he growled, his grip on your hip bruising as he used it for leverage, pulling you back onto his cock with each forward drive. "made to take your olo'eyktan's cock. to be bred by me. look how your little body stretches around me."
you could not look, could barely think, but you felt it. felt the impossible girth of him forcing your walls apart, felt the way your entrance strained around his thickness. from this position, the size difference was even more pronounced, his body covering yours completely, his hands so large they nearly spanned your entire waist, his cock so thick you did not understand how your body accommodated it.
but it did. it always did.
"tonowari," you sobbed, your fingers clawing at the mat beneath you, searching for purchase as he fucked into you with increasing desperation. "it is too much, i cannot-"
"you can," he cut you off, leaning over you, his chest pressing against your back, his weight pinning you down as he continued to drive into you. "you will. your body knows what to do. knows how to take me. how to milk every drop of seed from my cock."
his teeth found your shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave marks, and you keened at the sharp pleasure-pain of it. he was losing himself to the heat completely now, all pretense of control abandoned. this was pure instinct, pure need, the drive to breed, to claim, to ensure his mate carried his child.
"feel how deep i am," he panted against your skin, one hand sliding beneath you to press against your lower belly. "feel how i fill you. how your body makes room for me even though i am too big. even though i should not fit."
you felt it. felt the pressure of his hand from the outside and his cock from within, felt the way your belly yielded to accommodate him. the sensation was overwhelming, impossible to process, and yet your body responded with a fresh wave of slick, easing his way despite the soreness.
"that's it," tonowari praised, his voice a dark rumble.
his pace increased, each thrust harder than the last, and you could feel him swelling inside you again. already. the knot was forming faster this time, the heat driving his body to complete the breeding as quickly as possible.
"going to knot you again," he warned, though there was nothing you could do about it, nowhere you could go with his weight pinning you down and his cock buried inside you. "going to lock us together and fill you even fuller than before. going to pump so much seed into you that your belly swells with it."
"please," you whimpered, though you did not know what you were begging for. for him to stop? to continue? for relief from the overwhelming sensation or for more of it?
"please what?" tonowari demanded, his hips grinding against yours, the base of his cock catching on your entrance with each thrust. "please breed you? please knot you? please make sure you carry my child?"
"yes," you gasped, because it was all true, all of it. "yes, all of it, please.."
he groaned, the sound echoing through the marui as his knot caught, swelling rapidly until it locked you together once more. the stretch was agonising and perfect all at once, your body protesting and accepting simultaneously. you felt impossibly full, stretched beyond what should be possible, and then-
he came.
the first pulse of seed was like a flood, hot and thick, filling you instantly. but he did not stop. could not stop. the heat drove him to empty himself completely, pulse after pulse of cum pumping into you with a force that made your belly cramp. you could feel it, feel the sheer volume of it, feel the way it had nowhere to go with his knot sealing you shut.
"take it," tonowari growled, his hips jerking with each pulse, grinding his knot against your entrance. "take all of it. every drop. let it fill you until you cannot hold anymore."
your belly was swelling again, distending with the sheer amount of seed he was pumping into you. you looked down, watched in dazed fascination as your stomach rounded, the skin stretching taut. it should not be possible. no body should be able to produce this much, and yet the heat made it so, made his body determined to ensure conception through sheer volume alone.
"look at you," tonowari breathed, his hand sliding around to cup your cunt. "look how well you take me. how your body accepts everything i give you."
you could not respond, could only whimper as another pulse of cum filled you. the pressure was intense and yet beneath it was a strange satisfaction, a primal contentment at being so thoroughly claimed and bred.
tonowari shifted slightly, rolling you both onto your sides again, his knot still locked firmly inside you, his cock still pulsing weakly. his hand held your stomach, possessive and reverent, feeling the evidence of his claim.
"this is only the second time," he murmured against your neck, his voice still rough with heat despite the temporary satisfaction. "i will take you many more times before the heat breaks."
you shivered, exhausted and overwhelmed, your body already dreading and craving the next round in equal measure. the heat would not be satisfied easily. it would drive him to take you again and again, each time as intense as the last, until his instincts were finally appeased.
and you would take it gladly, would take everything he gave you. because he was your mate, and this was what the bond demanded.
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hi!! i had great fun writing this one, hope you guys enjoy it because i know i did!!
as always, i appreciate any support towards my work, requests are still open so submit whatever your heart desires! thank you!! - maya 🪼
can we please get one where neteyam becomes olo’eyktan and the reader is promised to him but they just can’t wait?
- an: i’ve had a few more neteyam requests but this one has been more specific so i figured i’d kill a few birds with one stone, thank you sm for sending in this request and i love that you like my reading so much hahaha!!
⤷ neteyam x fem!promisedmate!omaticaya reader
- an: not proof read.
- cw: lower caps intended, aged up!neteyam, smut, p in v, established relationship, both parties are inexperienced and virgins, oral (f!receiving), brief fingering, ground humping, oral (m!receiving), neteyam’s a bit whiny/needy, reader is teasing, let me know if i’ve missed out on anything!
- wc: 7.1k
- summary: neteyam has waited for you as long as you've waited for him. but after his ceremony as olo'eyktan, neither of you can pretend to wait any longer. the tension finally breaks after you and neteyam sneak away quietly towards a secluded clearing beneath bioluminescent trees.
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the ceremonial fires cast dancing shadows across neteyam's face as he kneels before the gathered clan, and you cannot look away.
you've known this day would come since you were both barely more than children, since your parents and his agreed that you would one day stand beside him as tsahìk when he became olo'eyktan. you've trained together, hunted together, shared secrets beneath the bioluminescent canopy of eywa's forest. you know the scar on his shoulder from a thanator's claw, the way his jaw tightens when he's uncertain but won't show it, how his laugh sounds in the quiet moments when duty doesn't weigh so heavily on him.
but you've never had him. not fully. not in the way your body has been crying out for these past months.
the elders' voices rise in the ancient songs as they paint the ceremonial marks across his chest and arms, white clay mixed with sacred oils, symbols of leadership and protection. each stroke of their fingers seems to take an eternity. your own skin prickles with heat despite the cool evening air, remembering the stolen touches you've shared: his hand lingering at the small of your back, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, that one night when you'd pressed against each other in the darkness and felt every hard plane of his body against yours before he'd pulled away, breathing hard, reminding you both that tradition demanded you wait.
wait until after his ceremony. wait until after your mating ceremony before eywa.
but waiting has become its own exquisite torture.
neteyam's eyes find yours across the ceremonial circle, and even in the firelight, you can see the gold flecks in them. his gaze holds yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch, makes heat pool low in your belly. you see it there, the same hunger you feel, barely restrained beneath his ceremonial composure. his tail flicks once, twice, a tell you've learned to read.
he wants you too. desperately.
the ceremony continues. his father, jake sully, toruk makto and the olo'eyktan who led the people through war, places his hands on neteyam's shoulders. the words he speaks are in the old tongue, passed down through generations of leaders. you understand them, have studied them as you've studied everything required of a future tsahìk, "you are no longer only a son. you are father to the people. you are their shield and their spear. you are the strength of eywa's will."
neteyam responds in a voice steady and strong, accepting the weight of leadership, and pride swells in your chest alongside the desire. this is the man you will bind yourself to. strong, honorable, worthy of the people's trust.
and tonight, after the celebration, after the clan has drunk their fill of pongu pongu and the elders have retired, you will finally have a moment alone with him. not for the full mating, that sacred bond before eywa must still wait for the proper ceremony. but perhaps.. perhaps some of this aching tension can finally find release.
the thought makes your skin flush, tingling with anticipation.
the ceremony concludes with a great cry from the gathered omaticaya. neteyam rises, now olo'eyktan, and the people surge forward to celebrate. but his eyes never leave yours as he moves through the crowd, accepting congratulations and well-wishes, each step bringing him closer to where you stand.
your heart pounds against your ribs like a drum.
the celebration erupts around you like a living thing, drums pounding, voices raised in song, bodies swaying in traditional dances that honor the new olo'eyktan. you’re swept into the festivities, expected to stand at neteyam's side as his promised mate, to smile and accept the clan's blessings for your future union.
but every moment feels like torture.
neteyam's hand finds the small of your back as an elder approaches, the touch seemingly innocent, appropriate even. but his fingers press just a fraction too firmly, his thumb tracing a small circle against your skin that makes your breath catch. when you glance up at him, his expression remains perfectly composed as he speaks with the elder, but there's a tightness around his eyes, a tension in his jaw that you've learned to read.
he’s struggling too.
"the people are blessed to have such a strong olo'eyktan," you murmur when the elder moves away, your voice lower than necessary. "and i am blessed to be promised to him."
his hand flexes against your back. "you test my patience, yawntutsyìp," he breathes, the endearment rough with barely restrained want. "standing here looking at me like that."
"like what?" you're playing with fire and you know it.
"like you want me to forget every rule, every tradition, and take you right here before eywa and everyone."
heat floods through you, pooling low in your belly. your stomach tingles so intensely it almost aches. "perhaps i do."
a muscle jumps in his jaw. someone calls his name, another well-wisher, and he's forced to turn away, but not before his fingers trail deliberately down your spine, leaving fire in their wake.
the celebration continues. you’re separated by the crowd, by duty, by the endless stream of clan members wanting to honor their new leader. but your eyes find each other constantly across the gathering. when you're pulled into a dance, his gaze tracks your every movement, dark and hungry. when he's offered pongu pongu, his lips wrap around the cup's edge and you remember the feel of those lips against your neck during stolen moments before, and you have to look away before you do something reckless.
the night stretches on endlessly. your skin feels too tight, too hot despite the cool evening air. every accidental brush of his body against yours when the crowd presses close feels electric, significant. at one point, he leans down to whisper something about the celebration in your ear, and his breath against your skin makes you shiver so visibly that he notices, his hand coming up to steady you at your waist.
"are you well?" he asks, concern flickering across his features even as his fingers dig into your hip with barely restrained need.
"no," you admit quietly, honestly. "i need.. neteyam.."
"i know." his voice is strained. "i know, paskalin. soon."
but soon feels impossible when every nerve in your body is screaming for his touch.
finally.. finally, the elders begin to retire. the celebration mellows, some clan members drifting away to their homes, others settling into quieter conversations around the dying fires. neteyam catches your eye across the gathering, and something passes between you. an understanding. a decision.
he makes his excuses gracefully, as befitting a new olo'eyktan who has endured a long ceremony. no one questions when you slip away moments later, taking a different path into the forest.
your feet know where to take you, a place you've met before in secret, a small clearing near one of the sacred paths to the tree of souls. secluded enough for privacy, but close enough to the people's territory to remain proper. or as proper as this can be.
when you arrive, he's already there, pacing like a palulukan in a cage. the moment he sees you, he goes still.
you're both breathing hard despite the short walk. the bioluminescent forest glows softly around you, painting his skin in shades of blue and purple, making his eyes seem to burn in the darkness.
"we should not," he says, but he's already moving toward you. "the ceremony is not complete. we are not yet-"
"i know what we are not yet," you interrupt, closing the distance between you. "but i know what we are. what we have been promised to be. and i cannot wait another moment neteyam."
your hand reaches up, fingers trembling as they trace the line of his jaw. he closes his eyes, leaning into your touch like a man starving, and when they open again, any pretense of restraint has shattered.
"eywa help me," he breathes, and then his hands are in your hair, tilting your face up to his. "i am yours. i have always been yours."
the first touch of his lips against yours steals the breath from your lungs.
it’s not gentle, there's too much pent-up longing for gentleness. his mouth claims yours with a hunger that makes your knees weak, and you press into him, fingers curling into the intricate beadwork of his olo'eyktan ceremonial collar. he tastes like the sweet juice from the celebration and something uniquely him, and you've imagined this so many times but nothing prepared you for the reality.
when you part for air, he rests his forehead against yours, both of you panting.
"i have wanted this," he confesses, voice rough. "every time i saw you, every moment we were together, i wanted to touch you like this. to kiss you. to-" he breaks off, jaw clenching.
"i know," you whisper, running your hands up his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your palms. "i know, neteyam. i’ve felt the same. watching you, being near you but not able to.." your tail wraps around his leg unconsciously, seeking contact. "it's been torture."
he makes a sound low in his throat and captures your mouth again, deeper this time. his tongue traces the seam of your lips and you open for him eagerly, the kiss turning molten. one of his hands slides from your hair down your spine, pressing you closer until you're flush against him, and you can feel every hard plane of his body, the heat of his skin through the thin ceremonial cloth.
your fingers find the base of his queue and he shudders, breaking the kiss with a gasp.
"careful," he warns, but his voice is strained, wanting. "if you touch me there-"
"i want to touch you everywhere," you admit, emboldened by the darkness and the way he's looking at you like you're something sacred. "i want to know every part of you."
his ears flatten back, then flick forward, and you realize he's trying to maintain control. "we should slow down," he says, but even as he speaks, his hands are moving, one sliding up your side, thumb brushing just beneath your breast. "the ceremony.. we should wait-"
"we've waited long enough." you kiss along his jaw, down to where his pulse beats rapidly in his throat, and feel him tremble. "haven't we earned this? just.. just this much?"
"yes," he breathes, tilting his head back to give you better access. "eywa, yes."
your hands explore the expanse of his back, tracing the patterns of his stripes, feeling the flex of muscle beneath skin. he’s so warm, so solid, and every touch makes you want more. his tail has wound around yours, the intimate gesture making you tingle with awareness and anticipation.
when you press your lips to the hollow of his throat, he groans and suddenly you're moving. he's walking you backward until your back meets the smooth bark of a tree, bioluminescent moss glowing brighter at the contact. his body cages you in, and the position makes you acutely aware of every point where you touch.
"tell me to stop," he says against your mouth, but his hands are sliding down to your hips, gripping firmly. "tell me we should wait for the proper ceremony."
"i don't want you to stop." your hands find the ties of his ceremonial top and he catches your wrists, holding them gently but firmly.
"not yet," he says, and there's something in his voice, a thread of control barely holding. "if we.. i want to savor this. savour you." he brings one of your hands to his lips, kissing your palm, then your wrist, and the tenderness of it makes your chest ache. "i have dreamed of this night. of you. i will not rush it."
the declaration makes heat pool low in your belly. you pull one hand free and cup his face, bringing his gaze to yours. "i see you.. i love you," you tell him, the words you've held back for so long finally free. "not because we were promised. because of who you are. because you are good and strong and-"
he kisses you again, softer this time but no less intense, and you can feel the emotion in it. "i love you, i see you," he murmurs against your lips. "my mate. my heart."
the word 'mate' sends a thrill through you even though the bond isn't complete. his hands slide under the edge of your top, palms hot against your bare skin, and you arch into the touch. he explores slowly, reverently, mapping the curve of your waist, the dip of your spine, and everywhere he touches feels like it's burning.
your own hands find the ties at his shoulder and this time he doesn't stop you as you loosen them, sliding the fabric aside to expose more of his chest. the bioluminescent freckles scattered across his skin seem to glow brighter, and you trace patterns between them with your fingertips, feeling him shudder.
"you're so beautiful," you whisper, and he makes a sound that's half-laugh, half-groan.
"that is what i should be saying to you." his hands slide higher, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts, and your breath catches. "you are... eywa, you are everything."
the forest seems to pulse around you, the sacred energy of this place mixing with your own, and you know you're approaching a precipice. your queue is hypersensitive, tingling with the need to connect, and from the way neteyam's breathing has gone ragged, you know he feels it too.
"neteyam," you breathe, not sure if it's a plea or a prayer.
he rests his forehead against yours again, eyes closed, clearly fighting for control. "i know," he says roughly. "i feel it too. but we should.. we need.."
but neither of you moves to stop. his mouth crashes against yours again, with a hunger that steals your breath. this kiss is nothing like the careful ones before, this is need made manifest, desire finally unleashed. his tongue slides against yours and you taste the sweetness of the ceremonial drink on his lips.
your hands move to his chest, feeling the rapid thunder of his heartbeat beneath your palms. the ceremonial paint is still there, slightly tacky against your fingertips as you trace the patterns across his heated skin. he groans into your mouth at the touch, his own hands sliding down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him.
you can feel him, all of him, hard and wanting against your stomach, and the knowledge that you affect him this way sends liquid heat pooling low in your belly.
"i need.." he gasps against your lips, his forehead pressing to yours. "i need to see you. all of you. please."
his hands are already at the ties of your ceremonial top, fingers fumbling slightly with urgency. you reach up to help him, and together you loosen the intricate knots. the fabric falls away, baring your breasts to the cool night air and his burning gaze.
"eywa," he breathes, reverent. his eyes trace over you like a physical touch, taking in the bioluminescent freckles that dust your skin, glowing softly in patterns unique to you. "you are.. you are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen."
his hands come up slowly, giving you time to stop him, but you don't want to stop anything. when his palms finally cup your breasts, you both shudder. his thumbs brush over your nipples and you gasp, arching into his touch.
"so soft," he murmurs, almost to himself. he leans down, pressing kisses along your collarbone, down your sternum, learning the taste of your skin. when his mouth closes around one peaked nipple, your knees nearly buckle.
your hands fly to his shoulders for support, nails digging into the firm muscle there. he lavishes attention on your breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and harder suction that makes you whimper. your tail wraps around his leg instinctively, pulling him closer.
"neteyam," you breathe, and his ears flick toward you at the sound of his name in your pleasure-roughened voice. "your turn. i want to see you too."
he releases your breast with a soft sound, straightening to look at you. his pupils are blown wide, nearly eclipsing the amber of his eyes. with slightly shaking hands, you reach for the ornamental belt at his waist, the one marking his new status as olo'eyktan.
you unfasten it carefully, setting it aside with the reverence it deserves, before your fingers find the ties of his loincloth. he watches your face as you work, his breathing harsh and uneven.
when the fabric falls away, you can't help but stare. he’s beautiful, all lean muscle and smooth blue skin, bioluminescent freckles creating constellations across his chest, his abdomen, trailing down to where he stands proud and hard for you. his cock is flushed darker, the bioluminescence there pulsing faintly with his heartbeat.
"can i.." you start, reaching out tentatively.
"yes," he hisses. "please, yes."
your fingers wrap around him and he makes a sound you've never heard before, desperate and raw. he’s hot in your hand, silky skin over rigid flesh, and when you stroke experimentally, his hips jerk forward.
"careful," he grits out, his hand coming to still yours. "i am.. it has been only my own hand, and you.. you undo me completely."
the confession makes your core clench with want. you lean up to kiss him again, softer this time, pouring affection into it along with desire. his tail wraps around your thigh, the touch intimate and possessive.
"lie down with me," he murmurs against your lips, already guiding you down to the soft moss. he positions himself above you, taking his weight on his forearms, and for a moment you just look at each other, really look, taking in every detail.
his hand trails down your side, over the curve of your hip, fingers playing with the ties of your own loincloth. "may i?"
"yes," you whisper. "yes, neteyam. i want you to touch me."
he removes the last barrier between you with careful reverence, and then you're both bare beneath eywa's stars, skin to skin, nothing left to hide.
his eyes travel down your body with something like awe, and you feel suddenly exposed in a way that has nothing to do with nakedness. your hands move instinctively to cover yourself, but he catches them gently.
"don't," he breathes. "you are.. i have imagined this, but you are more beautiful than any dream."
the sincerity in his voice makes your eyes sting. "i’m nervous," you admit, the words tumbling out. "i want this.. want you.. but i don't know.."
"i know." he brings your knuckles to his lips. "i am nervous too. we will learn together, yes?"
you nod, and he shifts his weight to one arm, his free hand hovering over your stomach. "tell me if anything is too much. or not enough. tell me what you need."
his palm settles warm against your belly, and you suck in a breath at the contact. he moves slowly, reverently, tracing the curve of your waist, the dip of your navel, learning the landscape of your body. when his fingers brush the underside of your breast, you both freeze.
"is this.. can i?" his voice is rough, strained.
"yes," you manage, and his hand cups you fully, thumb sweeping over your nipple. the sensation shoots straight through you and you arch into his touch with a gasp.
"you like that," he observes, wonder in his tone. he does it again, watching your face intently, cataloging every reaction. when he lowers his head to replace his thumb with his mouth, you cry out, fingers tangling in his braids.
the wet heat of his tongue, the gentle suction, it's overwhelming. your hips lift of their own accord, seeking friction, and you feel him hard and heavy against your thigh.
"neteyam," you whimper. "i need.. i don't know what i need."
he releases your breast with a soft sound, pressing kisses across your chest, your ribs, your stomach. "let me try something. stop me if you want me to stop."
his hands slide down to your thighs, and your breath catches as you realize his intention. he spreads you open carefully, settling between your legs, and the vulnerability of the position makes your heart race.
"beautiful," he murmurs, almost to himself. then his fingers are there, parting your folds with tentative curiosity, and you nearly come off the ground at the contact.
you let out a soft moan, you can't form words, can only feel as he explores you with careful touches, finding where you're slick and hot and aching.
"here?" he asks, circling a spot that makes you see stars. "does this feel good?"
"yes.. great mother, yes-"
he makes a pleased sound, growing bolder, one finger pressing carefully inside you. the intrusion is strange at first, a stretch and fullness you've never felt, but then he crooks his finger and pleasure sparks up your spine.
"you're so tight," he breathes, working his finger deeper. "so warm. i can feel you clenching around me."
the words make you clench harder and he groans, his hips grinding against the moss beneath him. he adds a second finger and you whimper at the stretch, your body adjusting to accommodate him.
"too much?" he asks immediately, stilling.
"no, no, it's good. keep going. please keep going."
he does, establishing a rhythm, his thumb finding that bundle of nerves that makes your vision blur. you're making sounds you've never made before, shameless and desperate, and you can feel something building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter.
"i want to taste you," he says suddenly, and before you can process the words, his mouth is on you.
the sensation is indescribable, his tongue where his thumb had been, his fingers still moving inside you, the vibration of his groan against your most sensitive flesh. your hands fly to his head, holding him there, and he responds with enthusiasm, learning what makes you gasp, what makes you writhe.
his hips move against the moss in desperate, involuntary thrusts, seeking friction he can't find. you can sense him hard and aching against the ground, his whole body tense with need as he loses himself in you. his tail lashes wildly, the bioluminescent spots along its length flaring brighter with each sound you make. he groans against you, deep, needy sounds that vibrate through your core, and you realise he's close, so impossibly close just from tasting you, from hearing the way you fall apart for him.
"neteyam.. " you gasp, threading your fingers through his hair.
he responds by pressing deeper, his fingers curling inside you as his hips grind harder against the moss. his breathing is ragged, almost frantic, and you can feel him trembling against you. he’s completely undone by this, by you, and the knowledge that he's on the verge of coming just from pleasuring you sends another wave of heat through your body. his ears are pinned back, his muscles corded tight, and when you look down at him, his eyes are squeezed shut, his jaw clenched as he fights for control.
"don't stop," you whisper, and he makes a sound like he's in pain, beautiful, desperate pain.
"neteyam.." you mutter breathlessly, something's happening, i feel.. "
"let go," he urges against you. "i have you. let go, yawntutsyìp."
the endearment breaks something in you and you shatter, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you think you might die from it. he works you through it, gentling his touches as you come down, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs.
when you can finally breathe again, you find him watching you with dark, hungry eyes, his lips glistening with evidence of what he's done.
"that was.." you can't finish the sentence.
"perfect," he supplies, crawling back up your body. "you are perfect."
you can taste yourself when you kiss him, strange and intimate, and you feel him hard and insistent against your hip. you hand finds him again and he shudders.
"your turn," you whisper, and his eyes flutter closed.
"you don't have to-"
"i want to." you stroke him firmly and he bites back a moan. "show me. tell me what you like."
his hand covers yours, adjusting your grip, guiding the rhythm. "like this-ah.. tighter, yes, just like that-"
you watch his face as you touch him, fascinated by every expression that crosses it. pleasure, strain, desperate need. his hips move with your strokes, seeking more, and you can feel him getting harder, his breathing ragged.
"i won't last," he grits out. "you feel too good, i can't.."
you kiss along his jaw, and instead of continuing, you ease your grip, and he makes a sound of protest that turns into a gasp as you gently push him onto his back.
"wait, what are you.."
"my turn to explore," you murmur, settling beside him, your hand trailing up his chest. "you took your time with me. it’s only fair."
his chest rises and falls rapidly beneath your palm, his heart racing. "i don't think i can.. you're going to kill me."
"then i’ll kill you slowly." you lean down to kiss his collarbone, feeling him shudder. your fingers trace the bioluminescent patterns across his chest, following the lines down to his abdomen. the glow brighter under your touch, pulsing with his quickened heartbeat.
"you're so beautiful," you whisper, mapping every plane and curve of his body. his muscles jump and flex beneath your exploration, his tail thrashing against the moss. when your fingers brush over his nipple, he arches with a sharp intake of breath.
"sensitive?" you ask, doing it again, and he nods frantically.
"everything.. everything feels too much right now."
you kiss down his chest, following the path your hands traced, tasting salt and something uniquely him. his abs contract as your lips move lower, his breathing growing more ragged with each inch you descend.
"yawne, please.." his voice breaks on the word.
"please what?" you look up at him from where you've paused just above where he needs you most. his pupils are blown wide, his ears pinned back, his whole body taut with anticipation.
"i need.. i don't know, i just need-"
you wrap your hand around him again and he nearly comes off the ground, his hips jerking up involuntarily. "this?"
"yes.. oh, eywa." he groaned.
he's hot and hard in your grip, velvet-soft skin over rigid heat, and you're fascinated by the weight of him, the way he pulses against your palm. you stroke him slowly, learning what makes him gasp, what makes his hips chase your touch.
"you're so hard," you murmur, watching your hand move over him. "does it hurt?"
"yes.. no. i.. i don't-" he can't seem to form coherent thoughts. "don't stop, please don't stop."
but you do slow down, gentling your touch until he's writhing beneath you, his hands fisting in the moss.
"why." he gasps out.
"because i want to learn every part of you first." you lean down, and his whole body goes rigid with anticipation. "tell me if this is too much."
the first touch of your tongue makes him cry out, his tail lashing violently. he tastes clean and slightly bitter, the skin impossibly soft against your lips. you explore him carefully, paying attention to every sound he makes, every twitch and shudder.
his hand comes to your hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needs the anchor. "your mouth is so warm, so perfect-"
you take him deeper and he moans, long and broken, his hips trembling with the effort of holding still. his bioluminescence is flaring bright now, patterns pulsing rapidly across his skin, and you can feel him getting impossibly harder.
"i’m close," he warns, voice strained. "i’m so close, if you keep.."
you pull back, replacing your mouth with slow, gentle strokes of your hand, and he makes a sound between a sob and a laugh.
"you're torturing me."
"i’m savouring you," you correct, kissing his hip, his thigh, anywhere but where he desperately wants your mouth. "there's a difference."
"i'm going to die," he gasps. "you're going to kill me and i’m going to die happy."
you smile against his skin. "not yet." your hand moves over him again, building the rhythm back up, and his whole body goes taut. "tell me how it feels."
"like.. like lightning," he manages. "like fire. like i’m going to burst apart." his voice drops to a desperate whisper. "please, yawne, i need.."
you take him in your mouth again and he groans, his back arching, his hand tightening in your hair. you can feel him throbbing, right on the edge, his whole body trembling.
and you slow down again, just enough to keep him hovering there, not quite enough to push him over.
"no! no, please, i was so close-" he’s begging now, shameless, his hips trying to thrust up for more friction. "please, i need to..i can't take anymore."
"yes, you can," you murmur, your hand moving in long, slow strokes that make him whimper. "just a little longer. i want to feel you completely desperate for me."
you build him up again, faster this time, your mouth and hand working together until he's gasping your name like a prayer, his bioluminescence blazing, his whole body drawn tight as a bow. you can feel him right there, right on the precipice.
and this time, you don't stop.
his reaction is immediate and devastating. his back arches completely off the moss, his hips jerking up as he comes with a broken cry of your name. his hand fists in your hair, not pulling but holding on like you're the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. his other hand claws at the moss beneath him, tearing it loose. his tail goes completely rigid before wrapping tight around your arm, trembling violently.
you can feel him pulsing in your mouth, hot and overwhelming, and you keep going, drawing it out, taking everything he has to give.
his bioluminescence flares bright, patterns racing across his skin like lightning, and the taste of him floods your senses, something that makes you moan around him.
"oh.. oh eywa." he’s shaking now, his whole body trembling as wave after wave crashes through him. his thighs are quaking on either side of you, every muscle in his abdomen clenched tight, and he keeps gasping your name between broken moans that sound almost like sobs.
you gentle your movements as he starts to come down, but you don't stop completely, drawing out every last aftershock until he's whimpering, oversensitive and overwhelmed. only then do you release him, pressing soft kisses to his hip, his stomach, anywhere you can reach.
"come here," he gasps, his voice wrecked. "please, i need.. come here.. "
you crawl up his body and he immediately pulls you down into a desperate kiss, his arms wrapping around you so tight you can barely breathe. he’s still trembling, still catching his breath, he kisses you like he's trying to pour everything he feels into it.
when you finally break apart, he buries his face in your neck, his chest heaving. "i..that was.. " he laughs breathlessly, the sound shaky. "i did not last long at all. i’m sorry, i.. "
"don't apologise," you murmur, running your fingers through his braids. "that was perfect. you were perfect."
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes still glazed with pleasure, his pupils blown wide. "i have never felt anything like that in my life." his hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. "but i want-" he swallows hard, his gaze dropping to your lips, then lower. "-i want to be inside you. i want to feel you around me. i want.." his voice drops to a whisper. "i want everything with you."
the heat that had dimmed slightly roars back to life in your belly. you can feel him already starting to harden again against your thigh, his recovery quick, his desire for you apparently endless.
"then take me," you whisper against his lips.
he kisses you again, deep and slow, before settling between your legs. his hands are trembling slightly as he positions himself, and you can see the mixture of desire and nervousness in his eyes, the weight of this moment settling over both of you.
"i don't want to hurt you," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. one hand comes up to cup your face while the other braces beside your head. "tell me if.. if i need to stop. promise me."
"i promise," you breathe, reaching up to touch his face, tracing the bioluminescent freckles that glow brighter with his arousal. "i trust you, neteyam."
he lines himself up, and you feel the blunt pressure of him against your entrance. your breath catches, he feels bigger like this, the reality of what's about to happen suddenly very present. but you want this. you want him.
he pushes forward slowly, so slowly, and you feel the initial stretch as he begins to enter you. it’s not painful yet, just intense, a fullness, a pressure that makes you gasp.
"okay?" he asks immediately, freezing in place. his whole body is tense, trembling with the effort of holding still. "should i-"
"keep going," you whisper, your hands sliding down to grip his shoulders. "just.. slowly."
he nods, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as he pushes in another inch. the stretch intensifies, becoming uncomfortable, a burning sensation that makes you wince slightly. he sees it immediately, his eyes going wide with concern.
"i’m hurting you."
"no, don't stop," you say quickly, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "it’s just.. it's a lot. but i want this. i want you. please, neteyam."
he takes a shaky breath and continues, moving so carefully it must be torture for him. another inch, and you can't help the small sound of discomfort that escapes. the pressure is overwhelming, the stretch bordering on painful as your body tries to accommodate him.
"breathe," he murmurs against your lips, his own breathing ragged. "breathe with me, yawntutsyìp."
you do, matching your breaths to his, and it helps. slowly, incrementally, he pushes deeper. the discomfort is still there, but underneath it you can feel something else building, a different kind of intensity, a fullness that's starting to feel right.
"almost," he gasps, and you can hear the strain in his voice, see it in every line of his body. his tail has wrapped around your thigh, holding you close, and his bioluminescence is flaring bright, pulsing in waves. "just a little more.. eywa.." he groans.
and then he's fully inside you, buried to the hilt, and you both go completely still.
the sensation is overwhelming. you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, every nerve ending alive and singing. the discomfort is still there but fading, being replaced by something deeper, a sense of completion, of rightness, of finally being joined with him in the most intimate way possible.
you suck in a breath, your eyes fluttering closed. "teyam.."
"i know," he gasps against your neck, his whole body shaking. "i know. you feel-" he breaks off with a shuddering breath. "so tight. so warm. i feel like i’m going to come apart."
his forehead presses against yours, and you open your eyes to find him staring at you with such intensity, such love, that it steals your breath. your bioluminescence is pulsing in perfect sync with his, your hearts beating together, your breaths mingling.
"i love you," he whispers, his voice breaking. "i love you so much."
"i love you too," you manage, your hands coming up to frame his face. "move ‘teyam."
he pulls back slowly, so slowly, and the drag of him inside you makes you gasp. the discomfort has faded almost entirely now, replaced by a building pleasure that makes your toes curl. when he pushes back in, you moan, your back arching.
"good?" he asks, his voice strained.
"yes," you breathe. "yes, don't stop."
he establishes a rhythm, slow and careful, each thrust deliberate. his tail tightens around your thigh, his hand sliding down to grip your hip, holding you steady as he moves. the pleasure builds with each stroke, the initial pain now just a memory as your body adjusts to him, welcomes him.
"you're perfect," he gasps, his movements becoming slightly less controlled. "so perfect. i never want this to end."
you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the angle makes you both cry out. he’s hitting that spot inside you that sends sparks of pleasure through your entire body, and you can feel yourself getting wetter, making each thrust easier, smoother.
"faster," you whisper, your nails dragging down his back.
he complies, his hips snapping forward with more force, and the pleasure intensifies. you’re both lost in it now, in the rhythm, in the sensation of your bodies moving together. his tail wraps tighter, his hand grips harder, and you can feel him everywhere, inside you, around you, consuming you completely.
the pleasure builds higher, tighter, coiling in your core like a spring wound too tight. neteyam's movements become more desperate, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your neck. you can feel him trembling, feel how close he is, and you're right there with him, teetering on the edge of something vast and overwhelming.
your queue tingles where it rests against your shoulder, the sensation suddenly impossible to ignore. without thinking, your hand reaches back, fingers wrapping around the end of your braid. the moment you touch it, neteyam's eyes snap to yours.
"yes," he mumbles, and his own hand moves to his queue, bringing it forward between your bodies.
"the bond," you whisper, your heart hammering. "neteyam, if we do this.."
"i know." his voice is fierce, certain, even as his body continues moving inside you. "i know what it means. i want it. i want you. forever."
the weight of it settles over you, this is permanent, sacred, the most profound connection two na'vi can share. but there's no hesitation in your heart, no doubt. only certainty, only love, only the desperate need to be his completely.
"forever," you agree, and bring your queue forward to meet his.
the tendrils emerge, pink and seeking, reaching for each other with an eagerness that mirrors your own desperation. when they touch, you both gasp. the tendrils intertwine, wrapping around each other in an intricate dance, and then.
the bond completes.
the sensation is beyond anything you could have imagined. it’s like being struck by lightning and submerged in warm water simultaneously, like every nerve in your body igniting at once. suddenly you can feel everything, not just your own pleasure, but his.
you feel how tight you are around him, how perfect, the wet heat gripping him with each thrust. you feel his pleasure building, the tension coiling in his lower belly, the overwhelming sensation of being inside you. you feel his love for you, vast and consuming, and his awe at this moment, at you, at the bond forming between you.
and he feels you. the fullness, the stretch, the way he hits that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes. he feels your love for him, fierce and unwavering. he feels how safe you feel with him, how cherished, how completely undone you are by his touch.
the doubled sensation is overwhelming. every thrust is magnified, felt from both sides. you feel yourself clenching around him while simultaneously feeling that tightness gripping him. the pleasure feeds back on itself, building exponentially, and you're both crying out, your bioluminescence flaring in perfect synchronization, patterns of light dancing across your skin in matched rhythm.
"fuck.." neteyam's voice breaks, his movements becoming erratic. "i can feel.. you feel so-"
"don't stop," you gasp, because you can feel how close he is, and that sensation combined with your own pleasure is pushing you rapidly toward the edge. "neteyam, i’m going to-"
"together," he manages, his hand finding yours, fingers interlacing. "come with me, yawne. let me feel it."
he thrusts deeper, harder, and through the bond you feel his control shatter at the same moment yours does. the orgasm crashes over you both simultaneously, and the sensation is indescribable. you feel your own body clenching and pulsing around him while feeling his release, the overwhelming pleasure of his climax, the way you grip him as he spills inside you. it’s doubled, mirrored, infinite. his pleasure feeding yours feeding his in an endless loop that seems to go on forever.
you're both crying out, your voices mingling, your bodies trembling violently.
your bond. your souls are intertwined.
when it finally subsides, you're both shaking, gasping for breath, clinging to each other like you might drift away if you let go. neteyam collapses against you, his weight pressing you into the soft moss, and you wrap your arms around him, holding him close.
through the bond, you feel his overwhelming emotion. joy, love, awe, and a bone-deep satisfaction that mirrors your own. you feel his racing heart, his trembling muscles, his complete contentment.
"we're mated," he whispers against your neck, his voice full of wonder. "truly mated. you're mine, and i’m yours, before eywa."
you're bound now, forever, your souls connected in a way that can never be undone. and you've never been more certain of anything in your life.
"before eywa.. forever," you whisper back, and through the bond, he feels the absolute truth of it.
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hii! this kinda sucks ass in my opinion but i do hope it’s good enough and enjoyable enough for you guys :)) thank you sm for the request and as always any support towards my work is very appreciated.
i wish whoever is reading this a good rest of your day, thank you! - maya 🪼
Can we get another neteyam smut?? Js wanted to say i love ur writing
- an: AHH thank you so much, i appreciate sm!!! i hope you enjoy this and apologies for the time it’s taken for me to upload this!
⤷ neteyam x fem!eldest daughter!metkayina reader
- cw: lower case intended, aged up!neteyam, dialogue isn’t accurate to the second movie (i made it up >_<), they bond over oldest sibling trauma, smut, p in v, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), slight forbidden romance trope, fluffy, reader feels conflicted, neteyam+reader are both inexperienced and guide each other, some sort of aftercare, let me know if i missed out on anything!
- an: not proofread as always bc i’m too lazy
- wc: 7k
- summary: when the sully family arrives at the reef seeking uturu, the future of the metkayina quietly shifts. as the eldest daughter of tonowari and ronal, you are expected to observe, assess, and remain distant, duty before feeling, always. but in the strangers you are meant to judge, you recognise something familiar.
neteyam sully carries the same weight you do, eldest child, quiet protector, burdened by responsibility and expectation. when your father tasks you with teaching him the ways of the reef, what begins as obligation slowly becomes understanding, and not long after, developing feelings and simmering tension.
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the conch shell's deep, resonant call echoed across the reef, pulling you from your work in the healing marui. you straightened, wiping your hands on the woven cloth at your waist, and exchanged a glance with the elder you'd been assisting. visitors were rare. visitors announced with such urgency were rarer still.
by the time you made your way through the winding paths between the marui pods, a crowd had already gathered at the shore. you could see the tension in the way your people stood, shoulders tight, spears held just a bit too firmly. your father's broad back was visible at the front, your mother beside him with that sharp, assessing look she wore when evaluating threats. tsireya stood near them, her expression curious rather than cautious, and ao'nung, of course, had already positioned himself with rotxo and the other warriors, chest puffed out like a skimwing displaying its fins.
you slowed your approach as you took in the scene before you.
five ikran perched awkwardly on the beach, their wings folded, their riders dismounting with visible exhaustion. forest people. you'd heard stories, seen them once or twice in your childhood when trade parties came, but never like this. never seeking refuge, if the tension in the air was any indication.
the family stood close together, a defensive formation disguised as casual grouping. the father was tall, his bearing unmistakably warrior-bred despite the weariness in his shoulders. toruk makto, you realized with a start. jake sully. the stories about him had reached even your distant shores. beside him stood a woman whose grace reminded you of the ocean's deadly currents, beautiful, fluid, and dangerous. his mate, certainly. their children clustered around them, four of them, varying ages, all with those distinctly omaticaya features.
"we seek uturu," jake sully was saying as you took your place beside your mother, silent and observant as was expected of you. "a safe harbor for my family."
your mother's hand moved to her swollen belly, a protective gesture, though her face remained stern. "we are reef people. you are forest people. your skills will mean nothing here."
you felt the weight of your role settle over your shoulders like a familiar shawl. eldest daughter. future tsahìk, perhaps, or at the very least, a leader among your people. your opinion would matter in this decision, even if unspoken. so you watched, catalogued, assessed.
the eldest son, you assumed, stood slightly ahead of his siblings, protective, responsible. you recognised the posture, you wore it yourself most days. his braids were adorned with beads and small tokens, his bow slung across his back with the ease of someone who'd been born with a weapon in hand. strong shoulders, lean build, those thin arms your brother would undoubtedly mock later.
as if sensing your arrival, his gaze shifted.
for a moment, his eyes met yours across the gathered crowd, and something flickered in his expression, surprise, perhaps, or recognition of something kindred. his lips parted slightly, and you watched him forget, just for a heartbeat, to maintain that careful warrior's mask. his eyes were gold-flecked amber in the sunlight, warm against his blue skin, and they traced your face with an intensity that made you feel suddenly, strangely visible.
you kept your expression neutral, though you felt your tail twitch once behind you, an involuntary response you quickly stilled. this was not the time for distractions. you shifted your gaze deliberately to his father, to the matter at hand, though you remained aware of the way the eldest son seemed to struggle to do the same.
"their arms are thin," ao'nung's voice carried from where he stood with rotxo, not quite whispering. "look at their tails. they will be slow in the water."
rotxo snickered. "useless. they are useless here."
the youngest daughter, barely more than a child, pressed closer to her mother, and you felt a flicker of sympathy despite yourself. you knew what it was to be judged, to have expectations placed upon you before you'd even spoken a word.
"we will learn," the eldest son said, his voice steady despite the obvious sting of the mockery. his eyes hadn't strayed far from you, you noticed, though he was trying valiantly to focus on your father. "we will adapt. my father has passed through the eye of eywa. he has.."
"i have heard of toruk makto," your father interrupted, his voice deep and measured. he glanced at your mother, then at you. you could feel him seeking counsel in the silence, in the way your family had always communicated in the spaces between words.
you gave the slightest nod, not approval, not yet, but acknowledgment that you were paying attention, that you would support whatever decision he made. your mother's jaw was tight, her protective instincts warring with the sacred law of uturu. tsireya looked hopeful, already seeing friends where others saw outsiders.
the eldest son, neteyam, you heard his mother call him softly, squared his shoulders, but his eyes kept drifting back to you, as if trying to read your verdict in your carefully neutral expression. you gave him nothing, though something in your chest tightened at the desperation barely hidden beneath his proud stance.
these were not conquerors. these were refugees.
your father's sigh was heavy with the weight of leadership. "toruk makto and his family will stay," he began, and you could feel the shift in the air, relief from the sully’s, uncertainty from your people. "we will teach you our ways, so you do not suffer the shame of being useless."
the decision was made. your life, you sensed with the strange knowing that sometimes came to you, had just shifted course like a current changing with the moon.
and when neteyam’s eyes found yours again, gratitude and something warmer shining in their depths, you allowed yourself the smallest acknowledgment, a brief meeting of gazes before you looked away, your role as the reserved, responsible daughter firmly back in place.
but you had seen him see you.
your father found you that evening as you were checking the nets near the eastern reef, your hands moving with practiced efficiency through the woven fibers.
"the eldest son," tonowari said without preamble, settling beside you with the ease of someone who had spent his entire life by the water. "neteyam. you will teach him."
your hands stilled. "tsireya is already teaching the others-”
"tsireya teaches with her heart open to everyone," your father said, not unkindly. "she will do well with the younger ones. but the eldest..." he paused, his gaze distant on the horizon where the sun was beginning its descent. "he carries weight, that one. like you. he will need someone who understands him.”
someone responsible. someone dutiful.
someone like you.
"when do we begin?" you asked quietly.
your father's hand rested briefly on your shoulder, warm and heavy with trust. "tomorrow. at dawn."
neteyam was already waiting when you arrived at the beach, the sky still painted in shades of purple and gold. he stood at attention, shoulders back, every inch the warrior despite the uncertainty you could read in the tension of his jaw.
"You are early," you observed, stopping a respectful distance away.
"i did not want to keep you waiting." his voice was formal, careful. "thank you for agreeing to teach me."
"it is my duty," you replied, and something flickered across his face, disappointment, perhaps, though it vanished so quickly you might have imagined it. "we begin with breathing. in the forest, you breathe from here-" you touched your chest, "-quick and shallow, ready to move. in the water, breath comes from here." your hand moved to your stomach. "slow. steady. the ocean does not reward panic."
he watched your demonstration with complete focus, those golden eyes tracking every movement. when he tried to mirror you, his breathing was too fast, too high in his chest.
"slower," you instructed, stepping closer. You hesitated, then placed your hand lightly on his diaphragm. his skin was warm beneath your palm, and you felt him tense at the contact. "feel the breath move here. like waves. in... and out."
neteyam closed his eyes, and you watched his face smooth into concentration. gradually, his breathing deepened, slowed, his chest rising and falling in the rhythm you'd shown him.
"good," you said softly, and when you withdrew your hand, you tried to ignore the way your palm still tingled with warmth.
the days fell into a pattern. dawn lessons on the beach, then into the shallows, gradually deeper as his comfort with the water grew. neteyam was a quick study, frustratingly so, in a way, because it gave you fewer reasons to maintain your professional distance.
he listened when you spoke. actually listened, his full attention on your words as if you were imparting sacred knowledge rather than simply explaining how to read the current or which coral to avoid. he asked thoughtful questions. he never complained, even when you knew the salt water stung his eyes or his muscles ached from swimming in ways his forest-trained body wasn't accustomed to.
and he was kind to the ilu when you introduced him to them, patient and gentle in a way that made something in your chest feel too tight.
"they can sense fear," you explained, watching him approach the creature you'd called for him. "but also respect. treat them as partners, not tools."
neteyam extended his hand slowly, letting the ilu come to him. when it nudged his palm, his face broke into a smile so genuine and unguarded that you forgot, for a moment, to maintain your neutral expression.
he caught you almost-smiling and his own grin widened. "what?"
"nothing," you said quickly, looking away. "make the bond. let him feel your heartbeat."
three weeks in, you were diving deep in the reef, neteyam following your movements with increasing confidence. you'd shown him how to move efficiently through the water, how to conserve his breath, how to read the behavior of the fish and the sway of the anemones.
now you watched as he practiced, his body finally finding the rhythm of the ocean. he'd tied his hair back like the metkayinan men, and the way the dappled sunlight played across his shoulders as he swam made you forget to look away as quickly as you should have.
when you both surfaced, his face was bright with exhilaration. "i held my breath for three minutes!"
"three minutes and twenty seconds," you corrected, but you couldn't quite suppress the small smile that tugged at your lips. "you are learning quickly."
"i have a good teacher." the way he said it, looking directly at you with those warm eyes, made you feel suddenly too aware of how close you were treading water, how alone you were out here beyond the reef.
you dove again without responding, but you felt his presence behind you like a warmth in the water
it was during a rest on the rocks, both of you catching your breath after a particularly long dive, that the conversation shifted into dangerous territory.
"do you ever..." neteyam started, then stopped, staring out at the endless ocean. "do you ever wish you could just be yourself? not the olo'eyktan's daughter, not the example, just... you?"
your breath caught. it was the same question you'd asked yourself countless times, always late at night when no one could see the cracks in your composure.
"it does not matter what i wish," you said finally. "i am my father's daughter. my people need me to be-"
"perfect," he finished quietly. "always perfect. always responsible. never allowed to make mistakes because too many people are watching."
you turned to look at him then, really look at him, and saw your own exhaustion reflected back. the weight of being the eldest. the constant pressure. the loneliness of always having to be strong.
"yes," you whispered.
neteyam's hand moved across the rock, not quite touching yours but close enough that you could feel the warmth of his skin. "my father brought us here to keep us safe. my siblings get to make friends, to laugh, to just... be kids. but i have to make sure we're not a burden. that we fit in. that i don't do anything that might make things harder for my family."
"that is what it means to be the eldest," you said, but your voice was softer now, the walls you'd maintained so carefully beginning to crack.
"is it lonely for you too?" he asked, and the vulnerability in his voice made your heart ache.
you should have deflected. should have stood up and declared the lesson over. should have maintained the distance that was proper, safe.
instead, you let your hand shift those final inches until your smallest finger barely brushed against his.
"yes," you admitted. "it is lonely."
you sat there as the sun climbed higher, hands almost-but-not-quite touching, two eldest children who'd found someone who finally understood.
when you finally stood to continue the lesson, neteyam looked up at you with something in his eyes that made your pulse quicken, gratitude and longing and a question he was too dutiful to ask.
you extended your hand to help him up, and when his fingers wrapped around yours, you held on just a moment longer than necessary.
"come," you said, your voice not quite steady. "i want to show you the cove where the tulkun rest. it is... special to me."
you’d never shown anyone that place before. it was yours, private, a refuge from the weight of expectations.
the sun was beginning its descent when you called your ilu, the sky painted in shades of amber and rose gold that turned the ocean into liquid fire. your heart hammered against your ribs, you were really doing this, breaking your own unspoken rule, letting someone into the one place that was entirely yours.
neteyam called his own ilu, and you caught the question in his eyes, ‘where are we going?’, but you only offered a small, secretive smile before diving beneath the surface.
the water embraced you like an old friend, cool and welcoming. you led him away from the main reef, away from the village and the familiar training grounds where your siblings might see, where your parents' eyes might follow. the water here grew deeper, the light filtering down in shifting columns of gold and blue, and you felt rather than saw neteyam following close behind, trusting you completely even as you took him farther from everything he knew.
your ilu knew the way by heart, having made this journey countless times. you guided her through a forest of kelp that swayed like dancers, past a school of silver fish that parted around you like a living curtain. neteyam stayed close, and once, when you glanced back, you found his eyes not on the beauty surrounding you, but on you, watching you with an intensity that made warmth bloom in your chest despite the cool water.
the passage was narrow, hidden between two towering rock formations that most na’vi passed without ever noticing the gap between them. you'd found it years ago, seeking solitude after a particularly difficult day of being your father's perfect daughter, when the weight of expectations had threatened to crush you. the entrance was disguised by trailing seaweed and coral growth, invisible unless you knew exactly where to look.
you guided neteyam through, the space so tight that your ilu had to swim single-file, the stone walls pressing close on either side. the passage curved, blocking out the light from behind, and for a moment you swam through near-darkness, only the faint bioluminescence of the algae on the walls providing any illumination. you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, feel the weight of the stone above you, the intimacy of this hidden path that only you knew.
then the passage opened up.
the cove was sheltered on three sides by high cliffs draped in thick vines and night-blooming flowers that were just beginning to open, their petals luminous white in the fading light, releasing a sweet fragrance that hung in the still air. the water here was impossibly calm, protected from the ocean's currents by the surrounding stone, its surface like polished glass reflecting the colors of the sunset, amber, rose, deep purple, and gold all bleeding together in a masterpiece that eywa herself had painted.
the beach was small, a crescent of fine white sand that glowed faintly in the dimming light. smooth rocks jutted from the shallows, worn into comfortable seats by centuries of waves. the cliffs created a natural amphitheater, and the acoustics made every sound, the lap of water, the call of evening birds, your own breathing, feel intimate and close.
already, bioluminescent algae was beginning to wake beneath the surface, tiny stars of blue-green light pulsing in the depths like a second sky beneath the water. the effect was disorienting, beautiful, as if you floated between two heavens.
but most magnificent were the tulkun.
two of them rested in the deep water of the cove, their massive forms moving with the slow grace of breathing mountains. their skin glowed with intricate patterns that pulsed gently, spirals and whorls that seemed to tell stories in a language older than words. their presence filled the space with a sense of ancient peace, of wisdom and patience that made all your worries feel small and distant.
you heard neteyam surface behind you, heard his sharp intake of breath, and turned to watch his face as he took in the sight.
his expression was one of pure wonder. his lips parted slightly, his eyes wide as they moved from the glowing tulkun to the flower-draped cliffs to the mirror-still water that reflected the dying light. water streamed down his face, caught in his eyelashes, dripped from his hair, and he looked so beautiful in this moment of unguarded awe that your chest ached.
"this is..." his voice was hushed, reverent, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the magic of this place. "i have never seen anything like this."
"no one has," you said softly. "no one but me. i have never brought anyone here before."
his eyes snapped to yours, and the weight of what you'd just admitted hung between you. you watched him process it, the significance of being the first, the only one you'd trusted with this secret place.
"why me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
you couldn't answer yet. instead, you swam slowly toward the center of the cove, and he followed, both of you moving carefully in this sacred space. the water was warmer here, heated by the sun-baked rocks, and it felt like silk against your skin.
one of the tulkun, a female you'd known since childhood, turned her great eye toward you, and you felt the rumble of her greeting vibrate through the water, through your bones, settling somewhere deep in your chest like a second heartbeat.
"this is where i come when the weight becomes too much," you said quietly, swimming closer to the tulkun. "when I need to remember who i am beneath all the expectations. beneath the title and the duty and the constant watching." you reached out to touch her side, and her skin was warm beneath your palm, textured like ancient stone worn smooth by centuries of waves. "when i need to remember that i am more than what everyone needs me to be."
neteyam swam closer, his movements slow and respectful. his eyes moved between you and the tulkun with something like wonder, but also understanding, as if he recognized this need for sanctuary, for a place where you could simply exist without the weight of who you were supposed to be.
"she knows you," he observed, watching the way the tulkun leaned slightly into your touch.
"i have been coming here since i was a child." you gestured for him to approach, and after a moment's hesitation, he did, swimming until he was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body in the water. "her name is muyä. she does not judge. does not expect. she simply... is. and when i am here, i can simply be, too."
you guided his hand through the water, bringing it to rest beside yours on the tulkun's flank. his fingers were long and elegant, and you were acutely aware of how close they were to yours, how easy it would be to let them slide together.
the tulkun sang, a low, resonant sound that you felt in your bones, in your heart, in the very core of you. it was a song of welcome, of recognition, of peace. neteyam's eyes widened, and you saw the exact moment the song reached him, the way his whole body seemed to resonate with it, his lips parting in wonder.
"what is she saying?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.
you closed your eyes, letting the song wash over you, translating the feelings and images that muyä shared. "she welcomes you," you said softly. "she says... she says you carry the ocean in your heart now. that you belong to the water as much as the forest." you opened your eyes to find him staring at you with such intensity that your breath caught. "she says you carry something else, too. something heavy. but that here, you can set it down for a while."
neteyam's hand shifted beneath the water, his fingers finding yours, threading through them with a gentleness that made your heart stutter. his thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand, and such a simple touch shouldn't have felt so intimate, but it did, it felt like everything.
"you brought me here," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "to your place. your sanctuary. the one place that is entirely yours, and you... you shared it with me."
"yes." the admission felt like stepping off a cliff, like free-falling through open air with no idea if there would be anything to catch you.
"why?" he turned to face you fully, and you were suddenly aware of how close you were, how alone, how the setting sun painted his skin in shades of gold and amber that made him look like something out of a dream. "why me?"
the question hung between you, heavy with meaning. you could deflect, could give him some safe answer about trust or friendship or teaching. but here, in this place where you came to be honest with yourself, you couldn't lie to him.
"because you understand," you whispered. "because when i am with you, i do not feel so alone in this weight we carry. because you see me."
neteyam's free hand came up slowly, giving you time to pull away, but you didn't. his fingers traced the line of your jaw with devastating gentleness, and you felt that touch everywhere, like lightning spreading through water.
"i see you," he said, and the intensity in his eyes made your breath catch, made your heart race so fast you were sure he could hear it. "i have seen you since the moment i arrived. even when you tried to hide behind duty and distance, i saw you. and you are..." his thumb traced your cheekbone, and you couldn't help the way your eyes fluttered closed at the touch. "you are everything."
when you opened your eyes, he was closer, close enough that you could count the droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes, could see the way his pupils had dilated until his eyes were more black than gold.
the water lapped gently around you, the tulkun's song a low harmony beneath the thundering of your heart. you should pull away. should remember your duty, your responsibility, all the reasons this was dangerous. your father trusted you to teach neteyam, not to... not to feel like this. not to want like this.
but his hand was warm against your face, and his eyes held yours with such open longing that you felt something inside you crack wide open.
"neteyam," you breathed, and you weren't sure if it was a warning or a plea.
"tell me to stop," he said, his voice rough, strained. he leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching yours, and you could feel his breath against your lips. "tell me this is wrong, that we cannot.. that i should not-"
"i cannot," you interrupted, your voice breaking. your hand came up to rest against his chest, and you could feel his heart racing beneath your palm, as wild and desperate as your own. "i cannot tell you to stop because i do not want you to. i should want you to, i know i should, but i..”
"we could ruin everything," he whispered, but he didn't pull away. if anything, he leaned closer, until you were sharing breath, until the space between you was so small it barely existed. "my father needs your clan's acceptance. your father trusted you to teach me, not to-"
"i know," you said, and your hand fisted in his hair, holding him close even as every rational thought screamed at you to let go. "i know all the reasons we should not. but i am tired, neteyam. so tired of being perfect. of always doing what is expected. of never being allowed to want anything just for myself."
his hand slid from your face to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, and the touch sent shivers down your spine despite the warm water. "what do you want?" he asked, his lips so close to yours that they almost touched with each word. "tell me. please."
you should lie. should pull away. should swim back through that narrow passage and pretend this never happened, that you never brought him here, that you never let him see the parts of you that you kept hidden from everyone else.
but you were so tired of lying, even to yourself.
"you," you whispered, the word barely audible over the gentle lap of water and the tulkun's song. "i want you. i have wanted you since the first day, and i have tried so hard not to, but i cannot.. cannot keep pretending that i do not."
something in neteyam's expression shifted, the last of his restraint crumbling, the careful control he'd maintained for weeks finally breaking. "i choose you," he said fiercely, his hands tightening on you. "i have been choosing you since the first moment i saw you. every day, every lesson, every stolen glance, i have been choosing you. and i am tired of pretending i do not."
"this is dangerous," you said, even as you pulled him closer. "if anyone finds out-”
"then we will be careful," he said. "we will be smart. but I will not give this up-”
you kissed him.
you closed the last breath of distance between you and pressed your lips to his, swallowing whatever he was going to say next. for a heartbeat, he froze, as if he couldn't quite believe this was happening. then his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him, and he kissed you back with a desperation that matched your own.
it started soft, almost tentative, as if you were both afraid of breaking something precious. his lips moved against yours with careful reverence, and you could feel him trembling, or maybe that was you, maybe you were both shaking with the force of finally, finally giving in to what you'd been wanting for weeks.
but then your fingers tightened in his hair and a small sound escaped your throat, and something in both of you snapped. the kiss deepened, grew hungry and desperate and wild. his hands slid down your back, pressing you closer, and you gasped against his mouth at the feeling of his body against yours, solid and warm and real.
you kissed him like you were drowning and he was air. like you'd been holding your breath your entire life and only now remembered how to breathe. his tongue traced the seam of your lips and you opened for him, and the taste of him, salt water and something uniquely him, made your head spin.
one of his hands tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss further, and the other gripped your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin hard enough that you knew you'd feel it tomorrow, would have that reminder of this moment, of him.
you broke apart only when your lungs burned for air, both of you gasping, foreheads pressed together. his pupils were blown wide, his lips swollen and wet from your kiss, and he looked at you like you were something sacred, something precious, something worth risking everything for.
"we should not.." you started again, but he shook his head, cutting you off.
"i know," he said roughly, his voice wrecked. "i know all the reasons we should not. but for once, just once, i want to choose something for myself. i want to be selfish."
"and you choose this?" your voice was barely a whisper, your heart in your throat.
"i choose you," he said fiercely, his hands tightening on you as if he was afraid you might disappear. “even if it is selfish, even if-"
you kissed him again, cutting off his words, pouring everything you couldn't say into the press of your lips against his. the tulkun sang around you, the water glowed with bioluminescent light, and for the first time in your life, you let yourself want something just for you.
when you finally pulled back, the sun had set completely, and the cove was illuminated only by the glow of the water and the tulkun's patterns, turning everything into a dream of blue and green light. neteyam’s face was soft with wonder and desire, and you knew your own expression mirrored his.
"we cannot tell anyone," you said, even as your heart ached at the words, at the necessity of hiding this. "not yet. not until..”
"i know." he pressed his forehead to yours, his breath warm against your lips. "we will be careful. we will be smart. but i will not give this up. i will not give you up."
you nodded, unable to speak past the emotion clogging your throat. Instead, you took his hand and led him to the small beach at the edge of the cove, where you could sit in the shallows.
the water lapped gently at your waist before you settled into the soft sand, bioluminescence swirling around you both like liquid starlight. neteyam's hand was still in yours, his thumb tracing absent patterns on your palm that sent shivers up your arm.
"i have never..." he started, then stopped, his ears flicking back slightly. "i do not know how to.."
"neither do i," you admitted, your heart racing. the confession should have embarrassed you, but instead it felt like another secret shared between you, another way you understood each other. "but i want to. with you. i want..."
you trailed off, not quite able to voice the desire that had been building in you for weeks, the want that made your skin feel too tight and your breath come short whenever he was near.
neteyam's free hand came up to cup your face, his touch achingly gentle. "tell me what you want," he said softly. "please. i need to hear you say it."
the vulnerability in his voice, the way he looked at you like you were something precious and sacred, gave you courage. "i want you to touch me," you whispered. "i want to touch you. i want to know what it feels like to be close to someone, to choose this, to-”. "i want to be yours, just for tonight. just for now."
"not just for tonight," neteyam said fiercely, leaning in until his lips brushed yours with each word. "not just for now. you are mine, and i am yours, for as long as you will have me."
then he was kissing you again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made heat pool low in your belly. his hand slid from your face to your neck, his thumb resting against your racing pulse, and you gasped into his mouth at the possessiveness of the gesture.
your hands found his chest, exploring the planes of muscle, the ridges of his ribs, the rapid beating of his heart that matched your own. his skin was warm and smooth under your palms, and when you dragged your nails lightly down his sternum, he made a sound, half gasp, half groan, that sent liquid heat through your veins.
"can i..” his hands hovered at the edge of your top, the woven covering that suddenly felt like too much barrier between you. "may i.. touch you?"
"yes," you breathed, and helped him untie the knots at your back with trembling fingers.
the covering fell away, and for a moment you felt exposed, vulnerable in a way you'd never been before.
"you are perfect," he whispered, his hands hovering just above your skin as if he was afraid to touch, afraid this might be a dream. "can i.."
"touch me," you said, more confident now. "please, neteyam. i need-”
his hands settled on your waist, warm and slightly rough from training, and slowly, so slowly it was almost torture, slid upward. when his palms finally cupped your breasts, you both made sounds of pleasure, your head falling back as sensation sparked through you.
"is this-” his thumbs brushed over your nipples, and you gasped. "does this feel good?"
"yes," you managed, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. "yes, it feels..” you let out a quiet moan.
he did it again, more deliberately this time, watching your face with intense focus as if memorizing every reaction. then he leaned down and replaced his thumb with his mouth, and the wet heat of his tongue made you cry out, your fingers tangling in his braids.
"you taste like the ocean," he murmured against your skin, kissing across to your other breast. "like salt and something sweet. i want to taste all of you."
the words, so unlike his usual careful speech, made you bold. your hands found the ties of his loincloth, and you felt him tense, his breath catching.
"can i?" you asked, echoing his earlier question.
"please," he said roughly. "please.." he repeated in a whiny tone.
you untied the knots and pushed the fabric aside, and for a moment you both just looked at each other, fully bare in the glowing water. his body was beautiful, all lean muscle and smooth skin, marked with the bioluminescent freckles that glowed softly in the darkness. and his cock, hard and flushed darker than the rest of him, made your mouth go dry with want and nervousness.
"i want to touch you," you said, reaching out tentatively. "will you show me how?"
neteyam's hand covered yours, guiding you to wrap your fingers around him. he was hot and hard and silky-soft all at once, and when you stroked experimentally, his hips jerked and he made a sound that was almost pained.
"like this?" you asked, doing it again, fascinated by the way his eyes fluttered closed, the way his breath came faster.
"yes," he groaned. "yes, exactly like that..” he whimpered.
you explored him with growing confidence, learning what made him gasp, what made his hands tighten on your waist, what made him whisper your name like a prayer. his cock was slick at the tip, and when you rubbed your thumb over it, he shuddered.
"i need-" he caught your hand, stilling your movements. "if you keep doing that, i will not last, and i want.. i want to touch you too. i want to make you feel good."
he guided you back onto the sand, and settled between your thighs. his hands stroked up your legs, and you trembled at the intimacy of it, the vulnerability of being spread open before him.
"tell me if anything does not feel right," he said, his voice rough with desire but his eyes serious. "tell me if you want me to stop."
"i will," you promised. "but please, neteyam, i need-”
his fingers found your cunt, where you were already slick with more than just seawater, and you gasped at the contact. he explored you carefully, reverently, watching your face as he learned what made you moan, what made your hips lift seeking more.
"you’re so soft here," he murmured, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves that made pleasure spark through you. "so wet."
you mewled, your hands fisting in the sand. "more, please.."
he slid one finger inside you, and the stretch was strange but delicious at the same time, especially when he curled it and found a spot that made you cry out. he added another finger, working you open with patient care, his thumb still circling your clit until you were writhing beneath him, desperate for something you couldn't quite name.
"i want to taste you," he said suddenly, his eyes darkening with desire. "i want to put my mouth on you."
you replied in a whiny, needy tone. “please teyam.. please.”
he lowered his head between your thighs, and the first touch of his tongue made you arch off the sand with a cry. he licked and sucked and explored with the same focused attention he brought to everything, learning what made you gasp, what made you moan his name, what made your thighs tremble around his head.
when he sealed his lips around that sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked while his fingers worked inside you, pleasure crashed over you in waves. you came with his name on your lips, your hands in his hair, your body shaking with the force of it.
he kissed his way back up your body as you came down from the high, his lips glistening with your release, and when he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his tongue.
"i want you inside me," you said when you could speak again, your hands cupping his face. "i want to feel you."
"are you sure?" his voice was strained, his cock hard and heavy against your thigh. "i don’t want to hurt you."
"you won’t hurt me," you said with certainty. "i trust you. i want this. i want you."
he nodded swiftly before positioning himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against you, and you both trembled at the contact. "tell me if it is too much," he said, his arms bracing on either side of your head.
he dipped his head down, towards the dip between your neck and collarbone, pressing soft kisses along your skin.
you nodded before leaning in, pressing your own kisses against his neck.
he pushed forward slowly with a loud groan, and the stretch was intense, almost too much, a burning pressure that made you whine. he froze immediately.
"did.. did i hurt you? should i-..”
"no," you said quickly, your legs around his hips locking him in place. "no, do not stop."
“keep going teyam.. please.”
he pushed in another inch, then another, his face contorting with pleasure, with the effort of going slow, of being gentle when you could tell he wanted to thrust deep. when he was finally fully seated inside you, you both stilled, breathing hard, adjusting to the overwhelming intimacy of being joined.
"you feel..” his voice broke. "i cannot.."
you rolled your hips experimentally, and the friction made you both moan. "move," you urged. "i need you to move."
he pulled back and thrust forward, finding a rhythm that was slow and deep. each stroke hit something inside you that made pleasure build again, different from before but just as intense. You wrapped your legs around his waist tighter. he groaned your name loudly.
"i will not last," he panted, his thrusts becoming less controlled. "you feel too good.."
"touch me," you gasped, guiding his hand between your bodies. "touch me.." you repeated breathlessly.
his fingers found your clit and circled. the combination of his cock inside you and his fingers on you was too much. you came again, harder this time, your body clenching around him as pleasure whited out your vision.
the feeling of you coming around him pushed neteyam over the edge. he thrusted deep one last time and stilled, his body shaking as he spilled inside you, your name a prayer on his lips.
for a long moment, you both just breathed, tangled together in the shallows, the bioluminescent water glowing around you like you were floating in stars. neteyam’s weight was heavy and perfect on top of you, and you could feel his heart racing against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own.
"i see you," he whispered against your neck, so quietly you almost missed it. "i know i should not say it, i know it is too soon, but.."
your breath caught. "i see you too," you whispered back.
he carefully pulled out of you, and you both winced at the sensitivity. he gathered you into his arms and carried you deeper into the water, washing away the evidence of what you'd done with gentle hands. the care he took with you, the tenderness in every touch, made your chest tight with emotion.
afterward, you sat together in the shallows, his arms around you, your head on his shoulder. the night was full of stars, and the water glowed with every movement, and for a few stolen hours, you were not the olo'eyktan's daughter and toruk makto’s son.
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hii!! hope you guys enjoyed this, i’m not sure how good this is as i personally am not the biggest fan of this one but i hope it’s good enough nonetheless!!
as always, i appreciate any support towards my work and i hope you have a great rest of your day!
Okay okay aonung x sully reader smut i would literally sell my soul for this, and is it me or is there lack of aonung content?
an: ooo yes!!! i agree so much, when i originally saw atwow i was so bummed with the lack of ao’nung content because he deserves just as much hype as the others get 😫
also wanna apologise for how long it’s taken me to write these requests!!
⤷ ao’nung x fem!sully!reader
- cw: lower case intended, aged up!ao’nung, smut, (not very serious) enemies to lovers, sorta hate sex, fingering, p in v, dirty talk, brief titty sucking, they kinda bicker, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, brief ass slapping, reader is stubborn, slight power imbalance? creampie, ao’nung confesses, let me know if i’ve missed anything!!
- an: this isn’t proof read i fear
- wc: 5.1k
- summary: ao’nung dislikes you on principle, you’re a sully, an outsider, a reminder of everything that disrupted his home. their interactions are sharp and irritating rather than cruel. bickering during training, competitive swims, sarcastic remarks that mask something else.
what frustrates ao’nung most is that despite himself, he’s attracted to you. he notices you far too much, the way you move in the water, how easily you challenge him, how you never back down. he tries to be cold and dismissive, but the attraction only grows stronger, making him short-tempered and restless around you.
the tension breaks when you’re both forced into close proximity, being assigned a task to do together in a remote part of awa’atlu.
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ao’nung decides he doesn’t like you long before you even open your mouth.
it’s instinctive. you’re a sully, broad-shouldered, too confident in the water for someone who hasn’t grown up in it, carrying the weight of disruption like it doesn’t bother you at all. an outsider folded awkwardly into metkayina life, treated with patience he thinks you haven’t earned.
you don’t help your case by meeting his stare head-on.
training days are the worst. the water is crowded with bodies and movement, but ao’nung’s attention keeps snagging on you anyway. the way you cut through the reef with sharp, efficient strokes, how you push yourself harder when challenged instead of backing off. every competitive swim turns into an unspoken contest, neither of you willing to yield, both pretending it means nothing.
your conversations, if they can be called that, are all edge and irritation.
“try to keep up, reef boy,” you mutter once, breathless and smug.
his laugh is sharp. “careful, sully… you might trip over your own ego.”
it should be simple. dislike is easy. he clings to it like a lifeline.
what isn’t easy is the way his gaze follows you when it shouldn’t. the way his jaw tightens when you smile at someone else, when he sees you with another boy, the way his temper flares too fast whenever you’re near, as if his body has already decided something his mind refuses to accept.
ao’nung tells himself it’s annoyance. nothing more.
then the task is announced.
you’re standing beside him when one of the elders calls your names together, voice calm, unquestioning. a paired assignment, patrol and reef-check in a remote stretch of awa’atlu, far from the village, far from everyone else.
ao’nung stiffens instantly.
you turn to him, brows lifting in clear disbelief. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”
he scoffs, crossing his arms. “as if i asked for this.”
but the decision is final. you’re sent off with supplies and instructions, the reef stretching wide and quiet ahead of you.
the journey out is quiet in the way that feels intentional.
the reef thins as you move farther from the heart of awa’atlu, colours fading into deeper blues and greens, the structures more jagged and less forgiving. ao’nung swims ahead at first, posture stiff, movements sharp like he’s daring you to lag behind.
you don’t.
you fall into pace easily, matching him stroke for stroke, refusing to give him the satisfaction. he notices, of course he does. his tail flicks harder, his speed increases just enough to test you.
you rise to it without comment.
that, more than anything, grates on him.
by the time you reach the designated area, the water is calmer, quieter. fewer fish. fewer voices. the reef stretches wide and open beneath you, sunlight filtering down in soft, broken patterns. ao’nung slows, finally, hovering a short distance away as he scans the coral structures for damage.
“you take the lower ridge,” he says eventually, clipped. “i’ll check the overhang.”
you tilt your head, unimpressed. “funny. i was about to suggest the opposite.”
his eyes flick to you, sharp. “you always have to argue?”
“only when someone assumes they’re in charge.”
for a moment, it feels like it might turn into another argument. raised voices, sharp words, the familiar bite of irritation. then he exhales through his nose, annoyed, and gestures toward the ridge anyway.
“fine. don’t get tangled.”
you flash him a smile that’s all teeth before diving down.
the work forces a rhythm on you. inspecting coral. clearing debris. marking damaged areas with woven markers from your supply pack. it’s methodical, almost meditative, except for the constant awareness of him nearby. sometimes too nearby.
at one point, you surface beneath the overhang to find ao’nung already there, close enough that you have to stop to avoid colliding with him. you both freeze, suspended in the water, breaths shallow.
his hand lifts instinctively, fingers brushing your waist as he steadies you.
the contact is brief. barely anything at all.
it feels like far too much.
ao’nung pulls back first, jaw tight. “watch where you’re going.”
you bristle. “you were in my path.”
“was not.”
“were.”
the argument fizzles, unfinished, hanging between you as you both turn away. but the air, the water, feels different now. thicker. charged.
you catch him glancing at you when he thinks you’re not looking. his focus slips more than once, attention dragged back to you like a current he can’t fight. when your hands brush again passing supplies, neither of you comments on how neither of you moves away right away.
by the time the task is nearly done, your muscles ache pleasantly, skin warmed from exertion. you both surface near a flat stretch of reef, climbing up onto sun-warmed stone to rest and log the final markers.
ao’nung drops beside you, closer than necessary. you can feel the heat from his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest. salt clings to his skin, hair darkened and curling slightly at the ends.
for a while, neither of you speak.
then, quietly, “you didn’t slow me down.”
you glance at him, surprised despite yourself. “was that almost a compliment?”
he huffs. “don’t get used to it.”
but he doesn’t move away.
and for the first time since being paired together, the silence between you isn’t sharp, it’s heavy. expectant. like something is being held back, just barely.
ao’nung stares out at the water, jaw clenched, as if wrestling with a thought he doesn’t want to have.
as time passes, the light fades slowly, orange bleeding into deep gold, then something softer, dusk settling over the reef like a held breath. the water darkens beneath you, colours blurring, the world narrowing until it feels like there’s nothing left beyond the stretch of stone and the space between your bodies.
ao’nung shifts again.
this time, it’s not subtle.
he turns more fully toward you, one knee drawing in, posture angling closer without quite committing. you feel it immediately, the change in balance, the way his presence presses nearer, warm and undeniable. he smells faintly of salt and sun and the sea itself.
you don’t move.
neither does he, for a moment.
his gaze tracks you slowly now, no longer pretending indifference. it lingers, on your face, your shoulders, the line of your throat, like he’s mapping something he’s tried very hard not to see. his jaw tightens, breath controlled but heavier than before.
the silence stretches.
then he leans in.
not all at once. not rushed. just enough that the space between you shrinks to something fragile, electric. you can feel the heat of him now, the brush of air displaced by his movement. your knee brushes his thigh.
it’s accidental.
doesn’t feel like it.
ao’nung freezes, eyes flicking to where you touch, then back to your face. for a second, it looks like he might pull away, like instinct might win.
it doesn’t.
his hand lifts.
you watch it happen, slow and careful, as if he’s giving himself every chance to stop. his fingers hover near your waist, hesitating, before settling there with quiet certainty. his touch is warm, steady, not rough, not tentative. grounding.
it sends a pulse through you anyway.
he exhales, something tight easing from his chest as soon as he touches you, like holding back has been costing him more than he realised. his thumb shifts slightly, almost unconsciously, pressing into your skin as if to confirm you’re real.
you don’t pull away.
that’s all it takes.
ao’nung moves closer, closing the last of the distance between you. his forehead nearly brushes yours, breath warm against your cheek. he pauses there, one last moment of restraint, of choice, eyes searching your face for hesitation.
there is none.
something in him finally gives.
he tilts his head and kisses you.
it’s not hurried. not aggressive. just firm enough to be unmistakable, just slow enough to make it feel deliberate. his hand tightens at your waist, anchoring you there as if he’s afraid that if he doesn’t, he’ll lose his nerve.
the world falls quiet.
the reef. the water. the weight of everything that came before, it all fades, leaving only the warmth of his mouth, the closeness, the undeniable truth of it.
when he pulls back, it’s barely an inch. his forehead rests against yours, breath uneven now, restraint fraying at the edges.
this wasn’t planned.
but it was inevitable.
his hand remains at your waist, grip firm now, not restraining, not tentative. claiming space. grounding himself. you can feel the tension running through him, coiled tight beneath his skin, the effort it takes not to rush, not to lose control entirely.
the second kiss comes slower.
deeper.
not exploratory anymore, certain. his mouth moves against yours with quiet intent, unhurried but insistent, like he’s making a decision and committing to it fully. his thumb presses into your side, anchoring you closer, and you feel the subtle shift as his body angles in, closing you in without trapping you.
the reef fades further into shadow around you, dusk settling fully now, the air cooler against skin still warm from the day. the world feels distant, reduced to breath and heat and the steady pull between you.
ao’nung exhales against your mouth, a low sound he doesn’t seem to realise he’s making.
when he finally breaks the kiss, it’s only to rest his forehead against yours again, nose brushing your cheek, breath heavy. his eyes stay closed for a moment, like he’s steadying himself, like he knows there’s no pretending left.
his hand slides lower, enough to draw you closer as he pulls you towards him, leavings almost no room between the both of you.
there’s almost a silent question.
you answer by staying.
that’s all he needs.
ao’nung shifts, rising slightly, guiding you with him without force, movements careful despite the tension thrumming through him. his presence surrounds you now. solid, warm, unavoidable, the last of his restraint thinning with every breath.
the reef hums softly in the dark, drowned out by the sound of your shared breathing, the sudden intimacy between you. ao’nung kissed you, yet again, like a man starved, his lips moving against yours with a kind of desperation that feels foreign.
his hand shifts on your waist, pressing into the skin just above your hip, his touch possessive, but not demanding. it’s as if he's trying to pull you even closer, to eliminate any space left between you.
you respond in kind, a quiet gasp swallowed by his mouth. your hand finds the side of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.
ao’nung makes a low sound, something like approval, into your mouth as you tangle your fingers in his hair. the sound vibrates through him, his hand gripping your waist with more force, pulling you even closer.
his kisses turn more insistent, his tongue tracing the line of your lower lip, a silent request for entry. there’s a hunger in it, in the way his body is angled towards you, the way he seems desperate for more.
you part your lips in response, allowing him to deepen the kiss, your tongue meeting his in a heated dance.
the kiss deepens, ao’nung’s tongue exploring your mouth, his hips shifting as he pulls you onto his lap, guiding you to straddle his legs. the new position has your hips pressed against his, the heat of his body felt through the thin fabric of your loincloths.
his hand slides under the back of your thigh, up towards your ass as he tugged you impossibly closer, his other still gripping your hip as if to claim you there.
ao’nung breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your jawline, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. he murmurs against your skin, voice low and rough, "you frustrate me, you know that? always in my path, always challenging me. i can't even look at you without-" he pauses, sucking in a breath as his grip tightens on your hip.
"without what?" you ask, voice breathy.
ao’nung exhales sharply, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. his voice is thick with frustration when he finally speaks.
“without getting hard every damn time."
the admission hangs between you, raw and unfiltered. he doesn’t pull away like he normally would, like he should. instead pressing closer until there’s no mistaking the hard print of his cock against your thigh.
“you think i don't notice? the way you move in the water? that fucking smirk when we race?"
his teeth graze your earlobe before adding bitterly, "...i hate how much i want this."
you bite your lip, eyes looking up through your lashes.
ao'nung's eyes track the movement like a predator, his jaw clenching as his gaze fixes on your mouth. you watch something dangerous flicker across his face. hunger, frustration, anger at himself for wanting you this badly. the air between you feels thick, humid with more than just the ocean spray
"don't," he says, voice rough and low. "don’t do that."
you raise an eyebrow, deliberately dragging your tongue across your bottom lip. "don't do what?"
his control visibly fractures. "you know exactly what you're doing." “you've been doing it since you got here. distracting me. making me..” he cuts himself off, turning away sharply.
his hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing across your cheekbone as he stares at you with an intensity that makes your knees weak. "i’ve tried to hate you," he murmurs, his voice dropping to something almost reverent despite the frustration still edging it. "tried to stay away. but eywa help me, i can't stop thinking about how you'd taste, how you'd sound if i..”
"then stop thinking," you interrupt, your own hand coming up to rest against his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your palm. "just do it."
his mouth claims yours with a desperate hunger that steals your breath. his other hand now slides into your hair, tilting your head back as he deepens the kiss, tongue sweeping against yours in a way that makes heat pool low in your belly.
you kiss him back just as fiercely, all the weeks of tension and bickering and unspoken want pouring into it. your fingers curl against his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the smooth skin, and he groans into your mouth, a sound that sends electricity racing down your spine.
when he pulls back, you're both breathing hard. His pupils are blown wide, his lips already swollen from the kiss. "this is a bad idea," he says, but his hands are already sliding down your sides, pulling you flush against him so you can feel exactly how much he wants you.
"probably," you agree breathlessly, rolling your hips against his and watching him let out a groan. "are you going to stop?"
"no.” the word comes out as a growl, and then he's kissing you again. his mouth moves to your jaw, your neck, finding that sensitive spot just below your ear that makes you gasp. "i’m gonna fuck you right here," he murmurs against your skin, his voice rough with need. "been wanting to since the first time you talked back to me."
your head falls back as his hands roam your body, sliding under the woven fabric of your top to cup your breasts. his thumbs brush over your nipples and you arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. "ao’nung…"
"say it again," he demands, pulling back just enough to look at you as his hands work to untie your top. "say my name like that again."
you repeat his name, in the same, almost pornographic, tone.
his eyes flash with something primal, and then your top is falling away and his mouth is on your breast, tongue circling your nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. the sensation makes you cry out, your fingers tangling in his hair to hold him there. the wet heat makes you arch against him, fingers digging into his shoulders. he lavishes attention on one breast and then the other, his hands sliding down to untie your loincloth with practiced ease.
your hands explore the expanse of his back, tracing the patterns inked into his skin, feeling the flex of muscle beneath. when you drag your nails down his spine, he groans and bites down gently on the swell of your breast, leaving a mark.
"marking me already?" you manage to tease, though your voice is breathless.
"yes." he straightens, eyes fierce as they meet yours. "so everyone knows." he murmurs.
“so beautiful," he follows up against your skin, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh. "hate how beautiful you are. hate how much I want you."
you let out a shaky breath as his fingers finally slide between your legs, finding you growing with slick.
he groans at the discovery, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "fuck, you're soaked." his fingers circle your clit with maddening lightness, making you whimper and rock against his hand. "this all for me? even though you can't stand me?"
"yes," you gasp as he slides one finger inside you, then another, stretching you in a way that makes your toes curl.
he captures your mouth in another searing kiss as his fingers work you, his thumb pressing against your clit in a rhythm that has you climbing fast toward the edge.
he continues to pump his fingers in and out, prepping you.
his fingers continue the scissoring motion.
you feel him press against that spongy spot inside of you, doing a ‘beckoning over’ type motion inside of you.
with a string of moans, your head drops against his shoulder as you continue rocking against his hand, faster.
“ao’nung..” you mewl, toes curling at the immense pleasure building up.
but just as you're about to tip over, he withdraws his hand with a wet squelch. you make a sound of protest that quickly dies down as you him undressing that tent in his loincloth.
it gets thrown aside along with your clothes.
your eyes drop immediately, taking him in fully for the first time. he’s big…bigger than you expected, though you'd never admit that out loud. his cock stands thick and hard against his lower stomach, the head flushed darker blue-green, already glistening with precum. the bioluminescent patterns that mark his skin continue down his hips, framing him in a way that's almost unfairly beautiful.
your breath catches despite yourself.
ao’nung notices immediately, of course he does. a smirk curves his lips, smug and infuriating even now. "something wrong, sully?"
"shut up," you mutter, but your hand is already reaching for him, wrapping around his length. he’s hot and hard in your palm, and when you stroke upward slowly, his smirk falters, jaw clenching.
"fuck," he hisses through his teeth, hips jerking slightly into your touch.
"you're going to.."
"what?" you challenge, stroking him once, twice, watching his eyes flutter. "make you cum already?" you said in a teasing tone.
his jaw clenches. "yes."
"good."
you lift yourself slightly, positioning him at your entrance. the blunt head of his cock presses against you, and you both freeze at the contact. the anticipation is almost unbearable, the heat of him right there, right where you need him.
ao'nung's hands find your hips, gripping tight. his eyes lock onto yours, dark and intense. "look at me," he demands, voice rough. "wanna see your face when i.."
you ignore his request and sink down slowly, taking just the tip of him inside.
the stretch is immediate and overwhelming. you gasp sharply as he enters you, inch by thick inch, your body struggling to accommodate his size. it burns in the best way, pleasure-pain that has your nails digging into his shoulders.
"shit.." ao’nung’s head falls back, throat working as he groans. "so fucking tight. you feel..” he can't finish the sentence, too lost in the sensation of your cunt enveloping him.
you’re panting, trying to adjust, but he's so big, filling you so completely that you can barely think. "ao’nung.."
"i know," he grits out, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "i know, just.. breathe. relax for me."
the unexpected gentleness in his voice makes something flutter in your chest, but you push it away, focusing instead on the overwhelming fullness. slowly, torturously, he guides you down further until finally, finally, you're fully seated on him, your hips flush against his.
you both freeze, breathing hard.
"move," you finally manage, and you feel him twitch inside you at the command.
"bossy," he mutters, but his hands are already lifting you, pulling you up until just the tip remains inside before letting you sink back down. the delicious drag of his cock against your inner walls makes you both moan out in harmony.
he sets a rhythm, slow at first, controlled, lifting and lowering you on his length with a strength that makes your head spin. each downward stroke hits deep, so deep you can feel him everywhere, stretching you perfectly.
"that’s it," he breathes, watching where you're joined with dark, hungry eyes. "take it. take all of me."
you roll your hips on the next downward stroke, changing the angle, and the head of his cock drags across that spongy spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. "oh fuck..” you mewl.
ao'nung notices immediately, adjusting his grip, making sure to hit that spot with every thrust. "there? that’s where you need it? need me?”
"yes.." You're already losing coherence, the pleasure building faster than before.
his pace increases, no longer slow and controlled but desperate, needy. the sound of skin meeting skin echoes across the stretch of land, mixing with your combined moans and the distant crash of waves. his hips snap up to meet you on every downward stroke, driving deeper, harder.
"you feel so good," he groans against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point. "hate how good you feel. hate that I've wanted this, wanted you..”
"just fuck me like you mean it," you challenge breathlessly, and his control shatters completely.
he flips you suddenly, your back hitting the sun-warmed stone of the reef, his body covering yours. the new position lets him drive even deeper, and you cry out at the intensity of it.
"like this?" he responded cockily, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making your whole body jolt. "this what you want?"
"yes..fuck, yes"
he sets a punishing pace, hips pistoning into you with a force that has you scrambling for purchase on the smooth stone. each thrust drives the breath from your lungs, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your core. his hands are everywhere, gripping your thigh to hitch it higher around his waist, palming your breast, sliding between your bodies to find your clit.
the moment his fingers make contact, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves, you nearly scream.
"that’s it," he encourages roughly, his own voice strained with the effort of holding back. "let me hear you. let everyone hear who's making you feel this good."
"ao’nung..” his name is a broken moan on your lips.
"say it again." his fingers press harder against your clit, his hips never faltering in their rhythm. "say my name."
"ao’nung.. please."
"please what?" he’s merciless, driving into you harder, faster, his fingers working your clit in tight circles. "tell me what you need."
“need to.. I'm going to..”
"come for me," he commands, and the authority in his voice combined with a particularly deep thrust sends you over the edge.
your orgasm crashes through you like a wave, your body clenching tight around him as pleasure whites out your vision. you cry out his name, back arching off the stone, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks.
"fuck, fuck." ao’nung’s rhythm stutters, his control slipping as your inner walls pulse around him. "you’re squeezing me so tight..I can't..”
but he doesn't come yet. instead, he slows, working you through the aftershocks with shallow, grinding thrusts that keep you hovering in that space between too much and not enough.
when you finally come back to yourself, gasping, he's watching you with an expression of dark satisfaction. "beautiful," he murmurs, almost to himself. "you’re so fucking beautiful when you come."
before you can respond, he pulls out, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. but then he's flipping you over, pulling your hips up so you're on your hands and knees on the sun-warmed stone.
"again," he says, running his hands possessively over your ass, your hips, your back. "i want to feel you come around me again."
"ao’nung.." you’re still sensitive, oversensitive, but when he slides back into you from behind, the new angle has you moaning despite yourself.
he feels impossibly deeper like this, each thrust hitting spots that make your arms shake. his hands grip your hips bruisingly tight, holding you steady as he fucks into you with renewed vigor.
"this is what i’ve been thinking about," he confesses roughly, his voice strained. "every time you challenged me, every time you looked at me with those eyes, i wanted to bend you over and fuck you until you couldn't remember anyone's name but mine."
the crude words send heat flooding through you, your body clenching around him.
his pace becomes almost brutal. one hand slides up your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades until your chest is against the stone, ass still raised for him. the position has you completely at his mercy, and the loss of control is intoxicating.
"mine," he grits out, punctuating the word with a particularly deep thrust. "say it."
"make me," you manage to challenge, even now, even like this.
his hand comes down on your ass in a sharp slap that makes you gasp, the sting mixing with pleasure. "stubborn," he mutters, but there's something almost affectionate in his tone. his fingers find your clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. "come on, baby. give me another one."
the combination of sensations, his cock driving deep, his fingers on your clit, the slight sting from his hand, has you climbing again impossibly fast. your arms give out, your cheek pressing against the warm stone as he fucks into you relentlessly.
"ao’nung.. i can’t! it’s too much..” you mewl.
"you can,” he insists, his own breathing becoming more ragged. “you can take it, take everything i give you.”
his fingers press harder, circling faster, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge again. "oh fuck, oh fuck."
"that’s it, come for me again. let me feel it."
your second orgasm hits even harder than the first, your whole body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over you. you’re vaguely aware of crying out, of your inner walls clamping down on him like a vice, of the way he groans your name like a prayer.
"fuck.. i’m.." his rhythm becomes erratic, desperate. "where-tell me where..”
"inside," you gasp, still riding the waves of your own pleasure. "want to feel you, want all of you."
that's all it takes. with a guttural moan, ao’nung buries himself as deep as he can go, his cock pulsing as he comes. you feel the hot rush of his cum filling you, marking you from the inside, and it sends another aftershock through your oversensitive body.
he collapses over you, careful not to crush you completely, both of you trembling and gasping for breath. his forehead rests between your shoulder blades, his chest heaving against your back.
for a long moment, the only sounds are your combined panting and the distant rhythm of the ocean. the sun has dipped lower, painting the sky in shades of dark blue, the reef around you glowing softly with bioluminescence as evening approaches.
finally, ao’nung pulls out slowly, making you both hiss at the sensitivity. he helps you turn over, and you collapse onto your back on the warm stone, staring up at the darkening sky.
he settles beside you, propped on one elbow, looking down at you with an expression that's softer than you've ever seen on him.
his hand comes up, brushing damp strands of hair from your face with surprising gentleness. "are you okay?" his voice is quieter now, almost uncertain. "was i.. did i hurt you?"
you can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips. "i’m fine. more than fine."
he doesn't look entirely convinced, his fingers trailing down your cheek, your neck, tracing idle patterns on your shoulder. "i wasn't too rough?"
"ao'nung," you say, catching his hand and bringing it to your lips. "i would've told you if you were. i’m not exactly shy."
that earns you a huff of amusement, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. but he doesn't stop touching you, his hand sliding down to rest on your stomach, thumb brushing back and forth across your skin.
"this wasn't..." he starts, then stops, jaw working like he's struggling with the words. "i didn't plan this."
"i know."
"but I'm not sorry it happened." his eyes meet yours, and there's something vulnerable in them, something raw. "I'm not sorry about you."
your chest tightens at the admission. you reach up, cupping his face, feeling the slight scratch of salt-dried skin beneath your palm. "who knew you could be sweet?"
"i’m not sweet," he protests, but there's no heat in it. he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your temple, soft and lingering. "you're just... different."
"different how?"
he's quiet for a moment, his hand sliding up to rest over your heart. "you don't back down. not from me, not from anything. it's infuriating." another kiss, this one to your cheek. "and I can't stop thinking about it. about you."
you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging gently until he looks at you again. "so what now?"
"now," he murmurs, shifting to pull you against him, your back to his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist, "we stay here a little longer."
around you, the reef glows brighter as darkness settles, tiny lights pulsing in the water like stars. you should head back. you both know it. but neither of you move.
ao'nung's nose brushes against your neck, his breath warm on your skin. "we'll go soon," he says, but his hold on you tightens.
"soon," you agree, lacing your fingers with his.
but not yet.
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hii!! i hope you guys enjoyed this request, i definitely enjoyed writing it!
as always i appreciate any support towards my work, likes, comments, reblogs etc, thank you so much and i hope you have a great rest of your day!! - maya 🪼
- an: hope you don’t mind me making the reader metkayina!! thank you for the request!! also, as always, this isnt proofread, i just read as i write lol.
- cw: lower caps intended, aged up!lo’ak, p in v, smut, lo’ak is a perv, masturbation (with others in the room), scent kink, slight voyeurism?, lo’ak is a tad obsessive, loincloth stealing/sniffing, dirty talk, oral sex (f!recieving), brief fingering, creampie, let me know if i missed out on anything!
- wc: 8.1k
- summary: upon their arrival to awa’atlu, lo’ak becomes smitten with the girl tasked with teaching them the ways of the reef. what starts as innocent quickly becomes an obsession he can't control, one that has him stealing glimpses, scents, and eventually, much more.
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lo'ak knew he was fucked the moment he saw you.
the sully family had barely made it through the initial scrutiny of the metkayina, ronal's sharp eyes cataloging every difference, every weakness, tonowari's measured welcome feeling more like a test than a greeting, when you emerged from the crowd.
you moved with the fluid grace that all reef na'vi seemed to possess, your broader tail swaying behind you, the delicate membranes of your arms catching the light. but it wasn't just that. it was the way the sun hit your skin, making the subtle patterns there shimmer. the way your hair, adorned with shells and pearls, cascaded down your back. the soft curve of your lips as you smiled at tonowari, nodding at whatever instruction he gave you.
and then those eyes, those impossibly bright eyes, turned toward his family.
toward him.
lo'ak felt his stomach drop.
"this is one of our most promising young women," tonowari announced, gesturing you forward. "she will help your family learn our ways. teach you what you need to survive here."
you stepped closer, and lo'ak caught it, your scent. clean and salt-sweet, like sun-warmed ocean and something else, something distinctly you that made his head swim. his ears flattened instinctively, and he prayed to eywa that no one noticed the way his tail had gone rigid behind him.
"it is an honor," you said, your voice soft but clear. you pressed your fingers to your forehead, then extended them outward in greeting. "i am happy to help."
jake returned the gesture, ever the diplomat. neytiri followed suit, though her expression remained guarded. kiri smiled, genuinely warm. tuk bounced excitedly.
and lo'ak? lo'ak just stared like an idiot.
"bro," neteyam muttered under his breath, elbowing him sharply in the ribs. "stop looking at her like that."
lo'ak's face burned. he quickly mimicked the greeting gesture, his movements clumsy and too late.
smooth. real smooth.
your smile didn't falter, though. if anything, it seemed to brighten, and lo'ak felt his heart stutter in his chest. "we begin tomorrow, yes? i will show you the village, teach you to swim properly, to ride the ilu."
"we know how to swim," lo'ak said, the words coming out more defensive than he intended.
"forest swimming," you replied gently, no judgment in your tone. "the ocean is different. you will see."
and with that, you turned and walked away, your hips swaying naturally with each step, the woven band across your chest shifting slightly, the intricate loincloth that hung low on your hips, layers of woven fabric and shells, moving like water itself.
lo'ak watched you go, unable to tear his eyes away from the curve of your waist, the strong lines of your legs, the way your tail moved in perfect counterbalance to your stride.
"dude." neteyam's voice was sharp now. "seriously?"
"what?" lo'ak hissed back, finally breaking his gaze.
"you were practically drooling."
"was not."
"were too."
jake cleared his throat, giving both of them a look that promised a conversation later. lo'ak bit back a groan.
that night, lying in the unfamiliar marui assigned to their family, lo'ak couldn't sleep. his mind kept circling back to you. the way you'd looked at him, not with the disdain or pity he'd grown used to, but with simple kindness. the way you'd moved. that scent.
he shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the heat building in his body. this was ridiculous. he’d just met you. barely even spoken to you. and yet..
he couldn't stop thinking about the woven band across your breasts, the way it had clung to your skin. the layered loincloth that left your thighs bare. he wondered what it would feel like, that fabric. wondered if it would still be warm from your body if he-
stop it, he told himself firmly. stop being a creep.
but his body didn't listen. he was already half-hard, his cock pressing uncomfortably against his own loincloth. he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think of anything else. tried to focus on the sound of the ocean, the unfamiliar sway of the marui on the water.
it didn't work.
all he could see behind his closed eyelids was you. all he could imagine was that scent, stronger, surrounding him. he wondered what you smelled like up close. wondered if that sweetness would be more intense at your neck, your wrists. between your—
"fuck," he breathed, barely audible.
across the marui, neteyam shifted in his sleep. lo'ak froze, holding his breath until he was sure his brother hadn't woken. then, carefully, quietly, he slipped his hand beneath his loincloth.
this was wrong. he knew it was wrong. you’d been nothing but kind, and here he was, touching his cock to the thought of you like some kind of pervert.
but he couldn't stop.
he bit his lip to keep silent as he stroked himself, his mind filling with images of you. your smile. your eyes. the curve of your body. that scent. he imagined getting closer to you during the lessons, imagined catching that scent again, stronger. imagined accidentally brushing against you, feeling the warmth of your skin.
imagined you noticing the effect you had on him. imagined those bright eyes dropping down, seeing how hard he was for you.
the thought sent him over the edge faster than he expected. he came with a strangled gasp, spilling into his hand, his whole body shuddering with the release.
shame crashed over him immediately after.
what the hell was wrong with you?
but even as he cleaned himself up as quietly as possible, even as he tried to convince himself this was just a one-time thing, just the stress of everything that had happened..
he knew he was lying to himself.
tomorrow, he'd see you again. tomorrow, he'd be close to you, learning from you, breathing the same air.
and lo'ak had no idea how he was going to survive it without completely losing his mind.
the next morning came too quickly yet not quickly enough.
lo'ak had barely slept, his dreams a confused tangle of water and skin and that scent that had already burned itself into his memory. when he finally dragged himself up, neteyam gave him a knowing look that made him want to sink through the woven floor of the marui.
"rough night?" his brother asked, too innocently.
"shut up."
but when they emerged into the early morning light and lo'ak saw you waiting on the beach, any embarrassment evaporated, replaced by that same dizzying rush of want.
you wore a different loincloth today, still layered and intricately woven, but the shells caught the light differently. the breast band was the same style, but this one had tiny blue beads worked into it. your hair was pulled back, revealing the elegant line of your neck.
lo'ak swallowed hard.
"good morning," you greeted them, that same warm smile in place. "are you ready to begin?"
no, lo'ak thought. i’m really, really not.
but he nodded anyway, following you toward the water, trying desperately not to stare at the way your body moved, trying not to think about what he'd done last night.
trying and failing spectacularly at both.
this was going to be a long day.
te water was warm, but it did nothing to cool the heat building under lo'ak's skin.
you waded in ahead of them, the ocean rising to your waist, then your ribs, the water streaming down your body in rivulets that caught the morning light. lo'ak watched, transfixed, as droplets traced the curve of your spine, disappearing beneath the woven band across your chest. the fabric darkened where the water touched it, clinging to your skin in a way that made his mouth go dry.
"the first thing you must learn," you said, turning to face them, "is how to breathe. the way of water is different from the way of the forest. you must slow your heartbeat, expand your lungs. let me show you."
you demonstrated, your chest rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. lo'ak's eyes tracked the movement helplessly. the beaded band shifted with each breath, and he could see the shape of you beneath it, the soft curves that the thin fabric did nothing to hide when wet.
stop staring, he commanded himself. she's trying to teach you something important and you're being a complete-
"lo'ak? are you watching?"
his eyes snapped up to your face, heat flooding his cheeks. "y-yeah. yes. breathing. i got it."
your smile was patient, knowing. "good. now, all of you, try with me."
he tried. he really did. but it was impossible to concentrate when you moved closer, when you reached out to place a hand on his chest to feel his breathing pattern. your palm was warm even through the water, your fingers splayed across his sternum, and lo'ak forgot how to breathe entirely.
"too fast," you murmured, and fuck, your voice was soft, almost intimate. "slow down. like this."
you pressed a little firmer, and lo'ak became acutely aware of how close you were, how your body was just inches from his in the water, how if he just leaned forward slightly he could-
"feel how I breathe," you continued, taking his hand and placing it on your own chest, just above the band.
lo’ak nearly choked. his palm rested against your skin, feeling the slow rise and fall, the steady beat of your heart beneath his fingers. your skin was so soft, so warm, and he could feel everything, every breath, every subtle shift of your body.
this is educational, he told himself desperately. this is just teaching. don’t make it weird. don’t make it-
but his body had other ideas. he felt himself starting to harden, his cock stirring in his loincloth, and panic seized him. the water. thank eywa for the water. it would hide it. it had to hide it.
"better," you said, pulling back, and lo'ak nearly whimpered at the loss of contact. "now, we practice diving. watch me."
you dove beneath the surface, your body cutting through the water with effortless grace. lo’ak watched your form disappear into the blue-green depths, watched the way your legs kicked, the way your tail moved, the way the layered loincloth floated around your hips before settling back against your body when you surfaced.
water streamed down your face, your neck, between your breasts. a droplet clung to your lower lip before falling, and lo'ak wanted to catch it with his tongue, wanted to taste the salt on your skin.
"your turn," you said brightly.
lo'ak dove, grateful for the excuse to hide his face, to put some distance between you and his increasingly obvious problem. the water was murky enough, wasn't it? surely you couldn't see.
but when he surfaced, you were right there, closer than before.
"good," you praised, reaching out to adjust his arm position. your fingers trailed down his bicep, correcting the angle. "but keep your arms tighter to your body. like this."
you demonstrated on yourself, pressing your arms close to your sides, and the motion pushed your breasts together, the beaded band straining. lo’ak stared, unable to help himself, imagining what it would be like to untie those strings, to peel the wet fabric away, to-
"lo'ak?"
"right! yes. arms. tight. got it."
neteyam shot him a look from a few feet away, something between amusement and exasperation. kiri rolled her eyes. tuk was oblivious, practicing her diving with enthusiasm.
the lesson continued, and lo'ak's torture along with it. every time you touched him to correct his form, every time you demonstrated a technique, every time you smiled at him with that patient, encouraging warmth, he felt himself getting harder, more desperate.
at one point, you swam beneath him to show the proper leg movement, your body gliding under his, and he caught a glimpse down the front of your breast band, saw the curve of soft flesh, and nearly lost his mind.
she's just teaching, he repeated like a mantra. she doesn't know what she's doing to you. she’s being nice and you're being a perverted skxawng who can't control himself.
but then you surfaced right in front of him, so close your chest nearly brushed his, water streaming down your body, your lips parted as you caught your breath, and lo’ak knew he was absolutely, completely fucked.
"you are doing well," you said, and your hand came to rest on his shoulder, a casual touch that sent electricity racing down his spine. "all of you. we will practice more tomorrow."
as you waded back toward shore, lo'ak hung back, waiting for his body to calm down, watching the way the water sluiced off your skin, the way your loincloth clung to the curve of your ass, the way you reached up to adjust your breast band, retying one of the strings that had come loose.
you went and picked your belongings on a flat rock near the shore, a woven pouch, a small carved comb, but draped over the edge, another loincloth, the same one you were wearing earlier.
you must of changed out of it some time whilst he was in the water, not paying any attention.
lo’ak froze, staring at it.
that caught his eyes, fixed on it, his mind already racing with thoughts he shouldn't be having, with possibilities he shouldn't be considering.
you must have forgotten it in your hurry to get to your next task.
just a piece of fabric, he told himself.
it was just a piece of woven fabric. intricate metkayinan craftsmanship, the kind all the reef people wore. nothing special.
but he was already imagining what it would smell like. what it would feel like in his hands.
what it would be like to have something of yours, something intimate, something that had touched your skin.
his feet were moving before his brain caught up.
don't. don’t do it. this is wrong. this is so fucking wrong.
but his hand was already reaching out, fingers brushing the still-damp fabric. it was warm from the sun, soft from wear. and it smelled like you. salt and something sweeter, something distinctly you.
his cock throbbed.
lo'ak's eyes darted around the beach. empty. everyone was occupied with evening tasks. no one was watching. no one would know.
his heart hammered as he snatched the loincloth, bunching it quickly in his fist and pressing it against his stomach, hidden. guilt twisted in his gut even as arousal pulsed hot through his veins.
i’ll return it tomorrow. i’ll just.. i’ll give it back. say i found it.
the lie was flimsy even to his own ears.
that night, lo'ak waited until his family was asleep.
the marui was quiet except for the gentle sounds of breathing.
lo'ak's hand trembled as he pulled the loincloth from where he'd hidden it beneath his sleeping mat.
even in the darkness, he could make out its shape. could smell it.
as messed up as it was, his cock was already hard, had been half-hard since he'd stolen it hours ago. the ache was unbearable.
slowly, carefully, lo'ak brought the fabric to his face.
the scent hit him like a wave, salt and skin and you. he inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back, a soft groan catching in his throat. he bit his lip hard to keep quiet, his free hand already shoving his loincloth aside, wrapping around his aching cock.
fuck. fuck, you smell so good.
he imagined you wearing it. imagined the fabric pressed against your skin, between your legs, soaking up your scent throughout the day. imagined what you’d look like if he could peel it off you himself, if those hands that had touched him so innocently, today touched him with intent.
lo'ak stroked himself faster, the loincloth pressed against his nose and mouth, breathing you in. his hips thrusted up into his fist as he pictured you beneath him, those pretty eyes wide, your body yielding, those sweet moans slipping out of your mouth.
"lo'ak, you're doing so well," you’d say, breathy and wanting, not the patient teacher voice but something desperate-
his orgasm hit him hard and sudden, his whole body going rigid as he came across his stomach and hand, biting down on the fabric to muffle the sound threatening to escape. pleasure whited out his vision for a moment, intense and shameful as he tasted you on his tongue.
when he came back to himself, the guilt crashed over him immediately.
he lay there panting softly, cum cooling on his skin, your loincloth still clutched in his hand. what the fuck was wrong with him? this was, this was violating. creepy. if anyone ever found out-
if you ever found out..
his body buzzed with satisfaction.
he should return it. tomorrow. first thing. he’d leave it somewhere you’d find it, pretend he'd never seen it.
but even as he thought it, he was carefully folding the loincloth, tucking it back into its hiding place beneath his mat.
just one more time, maybe. just once more, and then he'd give it back.
lo’ak closed his eyes, shame and anticipation warring in his chest.
days went by.
lo'ak had discovered the spot a days into them settling here after exploring the island, a small cove tucked behind a formation of volcanic rocks, hidden from the main beach by dense tropical vegetation. the water here was calm, crystalline, pooling in a natural lagoon that caught the afternoon sun. more importantly, it was completely secluded. no one came here.
or so he thought.
it had become his refuge. his secret place where he could indulge the obsession that had taken over every waking thought.
he'd told his family he was going to practice diving alone, needed to work on his breathing without an audience. another lie to add to the growing collection. the stolen loincloth was tucked into his waistband, hidden beneath his own, a constant presence that made his cock half-hard just from knowing it was there.
now he sat on the smooth rocks at the lagoon's edge, completely alone, his own loincloth discarded beside him. the stolen fabric was clutched in his fist, pressed against his face as his other hand worked his rigid length with desperate, practiced strokes.
"fuck," he groaned into the fabric, inhaling deeply. your scent had only grown more intoxicating over the past few days, mixing with his own musk from repeated use. it was wrong, so fucking wrong, but he couldn't stop. didn’t want to stop.
he imagined you here with him, imagined pulling that woven band from your chest, peeling away your loincloth layer by layer. imagined the sounds you'd make, the way you'd smell when aroused, the taste of your skin. his hand moved faster, his hips thrusting up into his grip, his head tilted back as he breathed in your scent from the fabric pressed against his nose and mouth.
he was close, so close, his abs tensing as pleasure coiled tight in his belly. just a little more, just-
"lo'ak?"
his entire body went rigid, his eyes snapping open in pure terror.
you stood frozen at the edge of the clearing, maybe ten feet away, a woven basket clutched in your hands. your mouth was slightly open, your eyes wide with shock, locked directly on him. on his naked body sprawled across the rocks. on his hand wrapped around his cock, still hard and flushed dark. on the fabric pressed against his face.
on your fabric.
time seemed to stop. lo'ak's entire body went rigid, his heart lurching into his throat. for a split second, his lust-fogged brain couldn't process what was happening, couldn't understand why you were here, in his secret spot, staring at him while he-
oh fuck. oh fuck, fuck, fuck.
"oh my.." you breathed, and the sound of your voice shattered the frozen moment.
lo'ak jerked into motion, scrambling backward on the rocks, his hand releasing his cock as if it had burned him. the loincloth, your loincloth, fell from his grip, landing on the stone between you like damning evidence. his ears flattened completely against his skull, his tail whipping in agitation behind him as he grabbed desperately for his own discarded loincloth.
"i-this isn't-" his voice cracked embarrassingly. his hands shook as he tried to cover himself, but his cock was still painfully, obviously hard, tenting the fabric he'd barely managed to pull across his lap. "fuck, i didn't think anyone.. I'm sorry, i-"
his face burned with humiliation so intense he felt dizzy with it. his heart hammered against his ribs like it was trying to escape his chest. this couldn't be happening. this couldn't be real. maybe he'd fallen asleep and this was a nightmare, maybe-
but no. you were still standing there, your basket now hanging loosely from one hand, your eyes moving from his face to the fallen loincloth and back again. your expression was unreadable, somewhere between shock and something else he couldn't identify.
"i was just.." lo'ak tried again, his voice rough and desperate. "i was foraging for.. no, that's stupid, i wasn't-" he squeezed his eyes shut, his whole body trembling. "eywa, please just.. just forget you saw this. please."
you didn't move. didn’t speak. the silence stretched out, excruciating, broken only by the gentle lap of water against the rocks and lo'ak's harsh breathing.
finally, you set your basket down slowly, carefully, your movements deliberate. you took one step closer, then another.
"is that..." your voice was quiet, almost tentative. "is that my loincloth?"
lo'ak's eyes snapped open. he looked at the fallen fabric, then back at you, and the expression on your face, recognition, realization dawning, made him want to dive into the lagoon and never surface.
"the one that went missing," you continued, taking another step closer. "after our lesson. a few days ago."
his mouth opened and closed uselessly. what could he possibly say? what explanation could there be that wouldn't make this worse?
"i.." his voice came out as barely a whisper. "yes."
"you took it." still not a question. you were close enough now that he could see your pupils dilating, could see the way your chest rose and fell with quickening breaths. "you've had it this whole time."
"i’m sorry," lo'ak managed, the words tumbling out in a rush. "i know it's fucked up, i know i'm a complete pervert, i just.. i saw it on the rocks after the lesson and i couldn't help myself. i took it and i.." he couldn't finish, couldn't say out loud what he'd been doing with it.
but you were looking at him with those impossibly bright eyes, and he could see you putting it together. could see the exact moment understanding clicked into place.
"you've been..." you trailed off, your gaze dropping to his lap, where his cock was still obviously hard beneath the thin fabric. "how many times?"
the question caught him off guard. he'd expected anger, disgust, for you to call him sick and run back to tell tonowari, to have him exiled for being a creep. but your voice wasn't angry. it was something else. something that made his cock throb despite his mortification.
"every day," he admitted, the words dragging out of him. "multiple times. i can't- i couldn't stop thinking about you. about your scent. i know it's wrong, i know i should have given it back, but i-"
"what were you thinking about?" you interrupted, and your voice had definitely changed now, gone lower, breathier. "just now. when i walked up. what were you imagining?"
lo'ak stared at you, his mind reeling. this wasn't how this was supposed to go. you were supposed to be horrified, not asking him questions in that tone of voice, not looking at him with eyes that had gone dark and hungry.
"i..." he swallowed hard, his tail still lashing behind him but for a different reason now. "i was thinking about you. about what you'd look like without your clothes. what you'd sound like. what you'd..." he trailed off, his face still burning but something else building beneath the embarrassment.
"what i’d what?" you pressed, taking another step closer. you were only a few feet away now, close enough that he could smell you, that same salt-sweet scent that had been driving him crazy, but stronger now, mixed with something else. something that made his nostrils flare.
"what you'd taste like," lo'ak finished, his voice rough. his eyes locked on yours, and he saw your breath hitch, saw your thighs press together slightly. "what you'd smell like when you're turned on."
the words hung in the air between you, charged with tension so thick it was almost suffocating.
"lo'ak," you breathed, and the way you said his name, breathy and wanting, sent a bolt of heat straight to his cock.
something shifted in him then. the embarrassment was still there, hot and uncomfortable, but underneath it was something stronger. want. need. the same desperate hunger that had driven him to steal your loincloth in the first place, that had consumed his thoughts for past few days straight.
and you weren't running. you weren't disgusted. you were standing there looking at him like.. like you wanted this too.
slowly, deliberately, lo’ak let the loincloth fall away from his lap, revealing himself fully again. his cock stood rigid against his stomach, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. he watched your eyes drop to it, watched your lips part, heard the soft intake of your breath.
"yes," he said, his voice steadier now, deeper. "every day. multiple times. i’ve been touching myself with your loincloth pressed against my face, breathing you in, imagining it was you. imagining i could bury my face between your thighs and taste you until i can't think straight."
you chest was heaving now, your hands clenched at your sides. "that’s-you can't just say things like that."
"why not?" lo'ak challenged, his confidence growing with every second you didn't leave, didn't tell him to stop. "it’s the truth. you want to know what else i’ve been thinking about?"
you nodded, almost imperceptibly, and lo'ak felt a surge of arousal rush through him.
"come here," he said, and it came out as a command rather than a request.
you hesitated for only a moment before moving closer, drawn by something in his voice, in his eyes. when you were within reach, lo'ak's hand shot out and caught your wrist, pulling you down to your knees in front of him on the smooth rocks.
"yo want to know what i was thinking about?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. his free hand reached for the discarded loincloth, bringing it up between you. "i was thinking about burying my face between your thighs and breathing you in until I can't think straight." he repeated. "about making you come on my tongue while i memorize every inch of you, your taste, your smell."
"eywa," you breathed, and he could see your thighs pressing together, seeking friction.
"tell me to stop," he said, his eyes locked on yours. "tell me you're not wanting this as much as me and i’ll give this back, apologise, and never bother you again."
you were silent, your breathing heavy, you did want this as much as him.
"that's what i thought," lo’ak said.
he pulled you closer by your wrist, his other hand coming up to cup your jaw.
you didn't tell him to stop. you leaned in.
lo'ak closed the distance between you, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that started hungry and only grew more desperate. your lips were soft, yielding, and when you gasped against his mouth, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours. you tasted like salt and something sweet, and he groaned into your mouth, one hand tangling in your hair while the other slid down to grip your waist.
you kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands moving from his shoulders to his chest, fingers splaying across his skin. lo'ak could feel his heart hammering beneath your palm, could feel the way your body pressed closer to his, seeking more contact.
he broke the kiss only to trail his lips along your jaw, down to that spot just below your ear that he'd been fantasising about for days. when he pressed his nose there and inhaled deeply, your scent flooded his senses, stronger here, more concentrated, that clean salt-sweet smell mixed with the musk of arousal.
"fuck," he breathed against your skin, his voice rough. "you smell so good here. i've been thinking about this spot, wondering if it would be as intoxicating as I imagined." his tongue darted out, tasting your skin, and you shivered in his arms. "better. it's so much better."
"lo'ak," you whimpered, and the sound of his name on your lips like that made his cock throb.
his hands roamed your body, mapping every curve through the fabric of your breast band and loincloth. he traced the line of your spine, feeling you arch into his touch. his palms smoothed over your hips, gripping the soft flesh there, pulling you even closer until you were practically in his lap.
"i want to touch you everywhere," he murmured against your neck, his lips trailing lower, across your collarbone. "want to learn every inch of your body, figure out what makes you gasp, what makes you moan." his hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts through the beaded band.
you were breathing hard now, your chest rising and falling rapidly. lo'ak could feel the heat of your body against his, could feel the way you trembled slightly under his touch. he brought his mouth back to yours, kissing you deeply while his hands continued their exploration, one sliding down to grip your ass, pulling your hips flush against his.
the friction made you both groan. lo'ak could feel the heat of you even through the layers of fabric between you, could feel how wet you must be. he rocked his hips up experimentally, grinding his hard cock against you, and your head fell back with a gasp.
"feel what you do to me?" he asked, his voice rough as he continued the slow grind of his hips. "i’ve been like this for days. hard and aching and desperate for you." he kissed down your throat, feeling your pulse racing beneath his lips. "every time you touched me during lessons, every time you smiled at me, i had to hide how badly i wanted you."
"i didn't know," you gasped, your hips moving with his now, seeking friction. "i thought- i thought you were just shy.."
"shy?" lo'ak laughed, the sound dark and wanting. "i was trying not to embarrass myself by getting hard every time you came near me." his hands slid up your back to the ties of your breast band. "i'm done being shy. i’m done pretending i don't want you so badly i can barely think straight."
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his fingers working at the knots of your breast band. "tell me i can take this off. tell me i can touch you properly."
"yes," you breathed. "yes, please.."
lo'ak made quick work of the ties, slowly peeling the damp fabric away from your skin. his breath caught as your breasts were revealed, perfect and soft, your nipples already hard. "eywa," he muttered, his hands coming up to cup them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. "you're so beautiful. so fucking perfect."
he dipped his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, and you cried out, your hands flying to his hair. he sucked and licked, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud while his hand kneaded your other breast. the taste of your skin was addictive, salt and sweetness, and he could smell you even stronger now, your arousal perfuming the air.
"lo'ak," you moaned, and he switched to your other breast, giving it the same attention while his hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of your waist, the flare of your hips.
he pulled back, his eyes dark as he looked at you—flushed and panting, your lips swollen from his kisses, your breasts marked from his mouth. "stand up," he commanded, his voice rough. "i want to see all of you."
you obeyed on shaky legs, and lo'ak remained kneeling, his hands sliding up your thighs as he looked up at you. slowly, deliberately, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your loincloth. "can i?"
"yes," you whispered.
he untied the intricate knots one by one, taking his time, building the anticipation. each layer of fabric that fell away revealed more of your skin, and lo'ak pressed kisses to every new inch exposed, your hip bones, your lower stomach, the crease where your thigh met your body.
when the last layer finally fell away and you stood completely bare before him, lo'ak had to take a moment just to look. you were stunning, all smooth skin and soft curves, and the scent of your arousal was overwhelming now, making his mouth water and his cock ache.
"perfect," he breathed, his hands sliding up the backs of your thighs. "you’re absolutely perfect." he leaned in, pressing his nose against your hip bone and inhaling deeply.
his hands guided you down, helping you lie back on the smooth rocks. lo'ak moved over you, his erection straining against your stomach. he wanted to take his time, wanted to explore every inch of you before he buried himself inside you.
he started at your wrists, pressing kisses there, his tongue tracing the delicate skin. he moved to your inner elbow, then up to your shoulder, mapping your body with his mouth and nose.
when he reached your neck again, he spent long moments there, kissing and licking and breathing you in while his hands roamed your body. he palmed your breasts, rolled your nipples between his fingers, felt you arch and writhe beneath him.
"touch me," you gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders. "please, lo'ak-"
"i am touching you," he said against your skin, but his hand slid lower anyway, over your stomach, down to your thigh. he could feel the heat radiating from your core, could feel how wet you were without even touching you there yet. "tell me what you want."
"you," you moaned. "i want you.."
his fingers finally slid between your thighs, and you were soaked, slick and hot against his hand. lo'ak groaned at the feeling, his cock throbbing. "fuck, you're so wet. is this all for me? because you caught me with your loincloth?"
"yes," you gasped as his fingers explored your folds, teasing but not quite giving you what you needed. "yes, seeing you like that.. it was so hot.."
"yeah?" lo'ak's fingers circled your clit, making you cry out. "you liked watching me stroke my cock while i breathed you in? liked knowing how desperate i am for you?"
"yes, yes.." you let out a mewl.
he slid one finger inside you, and your walls clenched around him immediately. "so tight," he groaned, working his finger in and out slowly. "can’t wait to feel you around my cock." he added a second finger, stretching you, his thumb finding your clit.
you were writhing beneath him now, your hips rocking against his hand, chasing your pleasure. lo'ak watched your face, memorising every expression, every sound you made. when he curled his fingers inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars, you cried out his name.
"that's it," he encouraged, his fingers moving faster now. "let me hear you. want to know i’m making you feel good."
but before you could get too close, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. the taste of you exploded across his tongue, and he groaned. "eywa, you taste incredible. but I want more than just my fingers." he trailed kisses down your body, over your breasts, your stomach, your hip bones. "i want to taste you properly."
his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as he settled between them. he could see how wet you were, glistening in the dappled sunlight, and the scent of you was overwhelming this close, making him dizzy with want.
"spread your legs wider," he commanded, his voice rough. "let me see all of you."
you obeyed, your thighs falling open, and lo'ak groaned at the sight. you were glistening, swollen and flushed, your arousal evident in the way your pussy practically shone for him. the scent hit him like a physical force,concentrated, intoxicating, making his mouth water and his cock throb almost painfully.
"perfect," he breathed, his hands sliding up your inner thighs, thumbs spreading you open even more. "fuck, look at you. so wet for me already."
he leaned in, inhaling deeply right against your core, and the sound he made was almost animalistic. "you smell incredible. even better than your loincloth." his breath ghosted over your sensitive flesh, making you shiver. "i’m going to take my time with you. going to taste every inch."
lo'ak started slow, almost teasing, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, his nose dragging along your skin as he breathed you in. each kiss brought him closer to where you needed him most, but he deliberately avoided your center, building the anticipation until you were squirming beneath him.
"lo'ak, please.."
"please what?" he nipped at the crease where your thigh met your body, soothing it with his tongue. "tell me what you want."
"your mouth," you gasped. "i need your mouth on me."
"where?" he was being deliberately obtuse now, enjoying the way you writhed. "here?" He kissed your hip bone. "or here?" his lips brushed just beside your folds, so close but not quite touching.
"you know where," you whined, your hips trying to shift toward his mouth.
lo’ak gripped your thighs harder, holding you in place. "say it. want to hear you say it."
"my pussy," you finally gasped out. "please, lo'ak, i need your mouth on my pussy."
"good girl," he praised, and then finally, finally, he dragged his tongue through your folds in one long, slow lick.
the taste exploded across his tongue. lo'ak moaned against your flesh, the vibrations making you gasp and arch. it was even better than he'd imagined during all those nights touching himself to thoughts of you, better than the stolen taste from his fingers moments ago.
"fuck," he groaned, pulling back just enough to look at you, his lips already glistening. "you taste so good. better than anything." then he dove back in, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot, mapping you with dedicated focus.
he licked and sucked, his tongue circling your entrance before dipping inside, fucking you with it while his nose pressed against your clit. he could get drunk on this, on you.
"oh fuck, lo'ak," you moaned, your hands finding his hair, fingers tangling in the braids. "that feels so good."
he pulled back slightly, his chin wet with your arousal. "yeah? you like my tongue inside you?" ye thrust it back in to emphasize his point, and you cried out. "imagine how good my cock's going to feel."
his hands slid under your ass, tilting your hips up, giving him better access. he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked, and the sound you made went straight to his cock. he could feel precum leaking from his tip, his own arousal almost painful, but he ignored it. this was about you, about finally getting to taste you properly, about making you fall apart on his tongue.
lo’ak alternated between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on your clit, learning what made you gasp, what made you moan, what made your thighs tremble around his head. When he found a rhythm that had you practically sobbing his name, he maintained it, relentless and focused.
"don't stop," you begged, your hips rocking against his face. "please don't stop, i’m so close.."
he doubled his efforts, one hand releasing your ass to bring two fingers to your entrance. he pushed them inside as his tongue worked your clit, and you clenched around them immediately. he could feel how close you were, your walls fluttering, your thighs shaking.
"that's it," he encouraged, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in. "come for me. want to taste you coming on my tongue."
he curled his fingers inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars, and combined with the focused attention of his mouth on your clit, it pushed you over the edge. you came with a cry of his name, your body arching off the ground, your thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crashed through you.
lo'ak didn't let up, lapping up every drop of your release, groaning at the taste of you. your flavor intensified as you came, and he was addicted, wanting more, wanting to keep you in this state of pleasure forever. he worked you through it until you were pushing at his head, oversensitive, and only then did he pull back.
hid face was wet with your arousal, his lips swollen, and he looked absolutely wrecked in the best way. "eywa," he breathed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it clean. "i could do that for hours. could live between your thighs, die between them."
you were still trembling, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, and the sight of you, flushed and satisfied and still wanting more, made lo'ak's cock throb almost painfully.
he moved up your body, positioning himself between your thighs, and you could feel his cock pressing against your entrance, hot and hard and ready. his face hovered over yours, and you could smell yourself on him, could see the hunger still burning in his eyes.
"I'm going to ruin you," he groaned, his voice rough with need.
"i want it," you gasped, your hands sliding up his arms to grip his shoulders. "please, lo'ak, i need-"
he captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, and then he was lining himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. he paused there, just barely inside, the anticipation making both of you shake.
"been dreaming about this," he confessed against your lips, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "every night since I met you. imagined how you'd feel wrapped around my cock."
"show me," you breathed. "show me what you've been dreaming about."
lo’ak thrust in with one smooth, powerful motion, burying himself to the hilt, and you both cried out at the sensation. you were so tight, so wet, so perfectly hot around him that lo'ak had to freeze or risk coming immediately. his arms shook with the effort of staying still, his face buried in your neck as he tried to regain control.
"fuck," he groaned, his breath hot against your skin. "you feel incredible. so tight, so perfect. better than anything i imagined."
he could feel every inch of you wrapped around him, your walls clenching and fluttering as you adjusted to his size. the scent of you was even stronger now, mixed with the musk of sex, and it made his head spin. he breathed you in deeply, letting it ground him, letting it fuel the fire burning through his veins.
"move," you finally gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "please, lo'ak, i need you to move." you whined.
he pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, and then thrust back in hard. the sound you made, half gasp, half moan, was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. he did it again, establishing a rhythm, deep and powerful, each thrust making you cry out.
"this what you wanted?" he panted against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "wanted the freak pervert who stole your loincloth to fuck you?"
"yes," you gasped, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "yes, fuck, don't stop.."
lo'ak shifted his angle slightly, and the next thrust had you seeing stars. he’d found that spongey spot inside you, and he focused on it, hitting it with every stroke. his hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with your moans and his grunts.
"you're so wet," he groaned, looking down to where you were joined, watching his cock disappear inside you over and over. "so fucking wet for me. can you hear it?" he moaned out.
you could. the obscene sounds of your coupling filled the small cove, and it only made you wetter. lo’ak could feel it, could feel you dripping down his cock, coating his thighs, and it drove him wild.
he reached beside you, his hand finding the stolen loincloth, and he pressed it against his face as he continued to thrust. the concentrated scent of you from the fabric combined with your real scent surrounding him, the feel of you clenching around his cock, it was almost too much, overwhelming his senses in the best possible way.
"so good," he groaned into the fabric, his eyes rolling back. "you smell so fucking good, feel so good. can’t get enough of you."
his pace increased, becoming more frantic, more desperate. the hand not holding the loincloth slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. he wanted you to come again, needed to feel you fall apart around his cock.
"lo'ak," you moaned, your back arching. "oh fuck, i’m gonna-"
"do it," he commanded, his voice muffled by the fabric but no less authoritative. "come on my cock. want to feel you squeeze me."
he thrust harder, faster, his thumb working your clit relentlessly, and then you were coming, crying out his name as your orgasm crashed through you. your walls clenched around him rhythmically, pulsing, and the sensation combined with your scent overwhelming his senses pushed lo'ak over the edge.
he came with a guttural moan, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled inside you, filling you with his cum. the loincloth was still pressed against his face, and he breathed in your scent through the waves of pleasure, letting it prolong his orgasm until he was shaking with it.
his thrusts became slower, gentler, working you both through the aftershocks until finally he stilled, buried deep inside you, both of you trembling and gasping for breath.
after, lo'ak collapsed beside you, the stolen loincloth still clutched loosely in his hand before he finally let it drop. his breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat cooling on his skin. the post-orgasm haze settled over both of you, that delicious moment of complete satisfaction and exhaustion.
"so," he said finally, his voice rough, a hint of his earlier nervousness creeping back. "are you going to tell everyone i’m some kind of creepy pervert?"
you laughed, a soft sound that made him glance over. "hardly. that was.. definitely not something i’m going to complain about."
lo'ak's ears twitched, a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment. "you’re not mad? about the... you know.. loincloth?"
"next time," you said, your fingers trailing down his chest, "just ask."
"next time?" the word came out hopeful, vulnerable.
your smile was dangerous. "oh, definitely. i want to know exactly what goes on in that head of yours. all those fantasies you've been having."
lo’ak’s cock twitched, already showing interest. you noticed, of course. your hand dropped lower, fingers tracing him deliberately.
"already?" you teased.
"eywa help me," lo’ak muttered. "i’m definitely fucked.
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hi all, hope you enjoyed this and thank you for the request!! as always, any support is appreciated and i hope you have a wonderful day!! - maya 🪼
if you can can we get a mean ao’nung x quiet fem reader where he returns from a hunting party and sees another metkayina boy trying to flirt with you (hes had a secret crush on you forever) and gets in between and drags you to his marui where he confesses his feelings and shows how badly hes wanted her (breeding kink, choking, multiple orgasms etc)
I love your writing please add anything else that you possibly can you’re precious and amazing muah 🤍
⤷ mean!ao’nung x fem!quiet!metkayina!reader
- an: thank you for this request and i appreciate your kind words thank youuu!!! also apologies for how long this took to write, i’ve had it in my drafts for a while, practically complete but never posted it for some reason. i hope you enjoy!! :)
- cw: not proof read, lower caps intended, aged up!ao’nung, smut, p in v, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, fingering, brief cum eating, dirty talk, jealousy, possessiveness, praise, slight orgasm denial, multiple positions, slight choking, overstimulation, creampie, let me know if i’ve missed anything out!
- wc: 9.2k
- summary: after a week away consumed by thoughts of you, a quiet village girl, ao'nung returns from his hunting trip to find another warrior flirting with you. consumed by jealously, he drags you to his marui and finally acts on his months-long obsession.
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the first day.
the hunting party departed at dawn, their ilus cutting through the crystalline waters as they headed toward the deeper territories where the larger game dwelled. ao'nung sat astride his mount with practiced ease, his broad shoulders tense despite the familiar rhythm of the journey. he should have felt the usual anticipation. the thrill of the hunt, the camaraderie of his fellow warriors. instead, all he felt was a gnawing irritation that settled in his chest like a stone.
he'd seen you that morning, standing near the edge of the village as the hunting party prepared to leave. you hadn't approached. you never did, too quiet and reserved to push yourself into the crowd of well-wishers and families saying their goodbyes. but he'd caught you watching him, those luminous eyes tracking his movements before you looked away, a slight flush darkening your cheeks.
that brief moment had been enough to make his body tighten with want, a hunger that had nothing to do with the hunt ahead.
"ao'nung!" rotxo called out, pulling alongside him. "we should make good time if the weather holds. maybe we'll be back in five days instead of seven."
"maybe," ao'nung grunted, his tone clipped. five days, seven days. it was all too long. he urged his ilu forward, leaving rotxo behind without another word.
the other hunter exchanged a confused glance with each other, but said nothing. ao'nung's moods were legendary, after all.
the sun climbed higher and the village disappeared behind them, ao'nung's thoughts kept drifting back. he thought of the way you moved through the water, graceful and fluid like you were born of the ocean itself. the way your hair clung to your shoulders when you surfaced. the soft curve of your lips, which he'd spent far too many nights imagining pressed against his skin.
he shifted uncomfortably on his ilu, willing his body to calm. this was going to be a long week.
by the third day, ao'nung's mood had deteriorated from merely irritable to outright hostile.
"watch where you're throwing that spear!" he snarled at koro, who had just successfully brought down a medium-sized fish. "you nearly took my head off."
"i was nowhere near you," koro protested, bewildered. "i was at least ten feet to your left-"
"just be more careful," ao'nung snapped, turning away and diving back beneath the surface before anyone could respond.
underwater, he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to center himself. but even here, in the cool embrace of the ocean, he couldn't escape thoughts of you. he imagined you swimming beside him, your body sleek and strong. he thought about catching you around the waist, pulling you close, finally closing the distance he'd maintained for so long because he didn't know how to be anything other than rough and abrasive.
you were so different from him. soft-spoken where he was loud, gentle where he was harsh. you observed while he commanded. and eywa help him, he wanted you with an intensity that was starting to consume him.
at night, lying in his hammock strung between the trees of a small island where they'd made camp, it was even worse. the other hunters talked and laughed around the fire, but ao'nung remained apart, staring up at the stars and thinking about what you might be doing. were you thinking of him? did you lie awake at night, or did you sleep peacefully, untroubled by the kind of burning desire that was currently making his life miserable?
he imagined going to you when he returned, finally bridging that careful distance. he imagined the surprise in you eyes, the way your breath might catch. he imagined touching you, tasting you, hearing what sounds you might make when he-
"ao'nung, you want some fish?" rotxo called out.
"no," he growled, more harshly than necessary.
rotxo held up his hands in surrender. "alright, alright. just trying to make sure you eat."
ao'nung turned over in his hammock, presenting his back to the group. his body was tight with frustration, his mind refusing to grant him any peace. four more days. four more days of this torture.
day five rolled around.
"what is your problem?" koro finally demanded on the fifth day, after ao'nung had criticised his diving technique, his spear grip, and his choice of hunting grounds all within the span of an hour.
"my problem," ao'nung said, his voice dangerously low, "is that you're hunting like a child who just earned his first spear. we're supposed to be bringing back enough game to feed the clan, not playing in the shallows."
"we've caught plenty," another hunter, ateyo, interjected carefully. "we're actually ahead of schedule-"
"then we should catch more," ao'nung cut him off. "or are you all content with mediocrity?"
the hunters exchanged glances, a mixture of confusion and frustration evident on their faces. ao'nung was always demanding, always pushing for excellence, but this was different. this was personal somehow, though none of them could understand why.
what they didn't know, what they couldn't know, was that ao'nung was barely holding himself together. every day away from the village, away from you, felt like a physical ache. he’d been wanting you for months now, this quiet girl who'd somehow slipped past all his defenses without even trying. you didn't fawn over him like some of the other women. you didn't seek his attention or try to impress him. you simply existed in your own gentle way, and it drove him absolutely mad.
he wanted to know what you thought about, what made you smile, what you looked like when you came apart in someone's arms. he wanted to be the one to find out, to be the one you trusted with that vulnerability.
but he was ao'nung. rough, arrogant, sharp-tongued. what would someone like you want with someone like him?
the thought made him even more irritable, and he took it out on the next hunter who dared to speak to him.
that night, he couldn't sleep at all. he lay in his hammock, his body thrumming with pent-up energy and desire. he thought about you constantly now. it was like a sickness. he imagined the softness of your skin, wondered if you’d gasp or sigh when he touched you. he thought about kissing you slowly, taking his time despite the urgency burning through him, because someone like you deserved to be savored.
he thought about other things too, darker and more explicit things that made his body respond with uncomfortable intensity. the way you might look beneath him, eyes wide and lips parted. the sounds you might make. the feel of your body welcoming his.
he groaned quietly, running a hand over his face. two more days. just two more days, and he could go back. maybe he'd finally work up the courage to approach you properly, to stop watching you from a distance like some kind of coward.
by the seventh day. the final day. even rotxo, usually the most patient of his friends, was avoiding him.
"we're heading back today," ateyo announced, as if ao'nung wasn't already acutely aware of every passing hour. "should reach the village by evening."
"then stop talking and start moving," ao'nung snapped, already mounted on his ilu.
the journey back felt interminable despite his ilu's swift pace. ao'nung pushed ahead of the group, earning more confused looks, but he didn't care. he needed to get back. this week had been absolute torture, and every moment away had only intensified the want that had been building for months.
he'd been patient. he'd kept his distance, told himself he was being respectful by not pursuing you when you seemed so content in your quiet solitude. but this week had broken something in him. the forced separation had made him realise that he couldn't keep doing this. couldn't keep wanting you from afar, couldn't keep pretending that this hunger would eventually fade.
as the familiar waters of home came into view, ao'nung felt his heart rate pick up. would you be there when they arrived? would you look at him with those eyes that seemed to see more than he wanted to reveal?
his body was already responding to just the thought of seeing you again, and he had to force himself to calm down. the other hunters were already whispering about his foul mood all week, he didn't need them noticing anything else.
but as the village grew closer, ao'nung made a decision. he was done waiting. done watching from a distance. done pretending he didn't want you with every fiber of his being.
tonight, he would find you. tonight, he would finally close the distance between them.
and eywa help them both, because once he had you, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to let go.
the village was alive with activity when the hunting party finally arrived. children ran along the shore, calling out to their fathers and brothers. women gathered at the water's edge, relief and joy evident on their faces. the successful hunt meant full bellies and celebration. the ilus were laden with fish, the nets heavy with the week's catch.
ao'nung barely registered any of it.
his eyes scanned the crowd with singular focus, searching for one face among the many. his jaw was tight, his body coiled with tension that had nothing to do with the long journey home. the other hunters were laughing, embracing their families, but ao'nung moved through them like a predator stalking through tall grass.
where were you?
he pushed past rotxo, ignoring his friend's attempt at conversation. his gaze swept the beach, the gathering areas, the-
there.
his breath caught in his chest, and everything else fell away.
you sat near the edge of the village, in that spot you always favored. partially hidden by the large rocks that jutted from the sand, close enough to observe the community but far enough to remain apart from it. your legs were folded beneath you, your hands working on what looked like a fishing net that needed mending. your hair fell in dark waves down your back, and even from this distance, ao'nung could see the gentle concentration on your face.
beautiful. you were so fucking beautiful it made his chest ache.
but then he saw him.
takoa.
the name rose in ao'nung's mind like bile. takoa, a warrior from one of the other families, decent enough with a spear but too pretty for his own good, with his smooth words and easy smile. and right now, that smile was directed at you.
ao'nung's vision tunneled.
takoa was crouched beside you, far too close, his body angled toward yours in a way that made ao'nung's blood boil. he was talking, gesturing animatedly, and even from here ao'nung could see the calculated charm in every movement.
his feet were moving before he made the conscious decision to walk, carrying him away from the celebration and toward the rocks. each step made his heart pound harder, made the possessive fury in his chest grow hotter.
as he got closer, he could hear takoa's voice.
"...never seen anyone mend nets as skillfully as you," takoa was saying, his tone dripping with false admiration. "you have such delicate hands. so precise."
you didn't look up from your work, fingers continuing their steady rhythm. "it is not difficult," you said softly, your voice barely above a murmur. "anyone can learn."
"ah, but you make it look like art." takoa shifted closer, and ao'nung's hands clenched into fists. "you know, i’ve been meaning to ask you.. there's a gathering tonight, to celebrate the hunting party's return. perhaps you would-"
"she will be busy."
the words came out harder than ao'nung intended, sharp enough to cut. both takoa and you looked up, startled by his sudden appearance.
ao'nung stood over them, his shadow falling across your workspace. he was still in his hunting gear, his skin marked with salt and the evidence of a week at sea, and he knew he probably looked half-wild. he felt half-wild, especially with the way takoa was still sitting so close to you.
"ao'nung," takoa said, his smile faltering slightly. "welcome back. we were just-"
"i can see what you were doing." ao'nung's eyes flicked to where takoa's hand rested on the rock, inches from your thigh. "you should go."
takoa's expression shifted, a flash of irritation crossing his features. "we were having a conversation. i don't think-"
"i don't care what you think." ao'nung took a step closer, and there was no mistaking the threat in his posture now. "i said go."
your eyes had widened, hands stilling on the net. you looked between them, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden tension, but you said nothing. you never did. too quiet, too gentle to insert yourself into conflicts. it was one of the things that drew ao'nung to you, but right now it only made him more furious that you couldn't tell takoa to fuck off yourself.
takoa stood slowly, drawing himself up to his full height. he was tall, but ao'nung was taller, broader, and carried the unmistakable authority of the chief's son. still, takoa's pride made him hesitate.
"this is childish," takoa said, trying to maintain his dignity. "she can speak for herself-"
"can she?" ao'nung's voice dropped to something dangerous. "because from where i was standing, it looked like you were doing all the talking. getting real close. touching her things." his eyes flicked meaningfully to where takoa's fingers had brushed against her net. "did she ask you to sit with her?"
takoa's jaw tightened. "i was being friendly-"
"you were being a pest." ao'nung moved between you both, physically blocking takoa's view of you. "and you're still here, which means you're either stupid or you want me to make you leave. which is it?"
for a moment, takoa looked like he might actually challenge him. his hands flexed at his sides, his pride warring with his common sense. but then he looked at ao'nung's face. really looked. and whatever he saw there made him take a step back.
"fine," takoa bit out. "but you don't own her, ao'nung. she’s not your-"
"get. out. of. my. sight."
the words were barely above a whisper, but they carried enough venom to make takoa flinch. he shot one last look past ao'nung's shoulder, whether at you or just to salvage some dignity, ao'nung didn't know and didn't care, before turning and stalking away.
ao'nung watched him go, his chest heaving with barely controlled rage. the possessive fury was still coursing through him, demanding action, demanding he do something to mark his claim, to make it clear that you were..
his.
the thought crystallised with perfect clarity. you was his. you’ve been his since the first time he'd seen you, sitting alone and content in your solitude. his since the first time you’d looked at him with those knowing eyes. his since every moment he'd spent this past week thinking about you, wanting you, needing you.
only when takoa disappeared around the rocks did ao'nung finally turn.
you were staring up at him, your eyes wide, the net forgotten in your lap. your lips were slightly parted, and he could see the rapid rise and fall of your chest. surprise, yes. but something else too. something that made his blood run even hotter.
"ao'nung," you said softly, and hearing his name in your voice after a week of deprivation nearly broke his control entirely. "you did not have to-"
"yes, i did." he reached down, his hand closing around your wrist. not rough, but firm. unmistakable. "come with me."
"what? where-"
"now."
he pulled you to your feet, and you came without resistance, though your eyes were full of questions. the net tumbled from your lap, forgotten. ao'nung didn't care. he was already moving, his hand sliding from your wrist to your hand, his fingers lacing through yours in a grip that was almost desperate.
he needed to get you alone. needed to get you somewhere private where he could finally, finally, tell you everything that had been building inside him. show you everything he'd been holding back.
his marui. he would take you to his marui.
and then, eywa help them both, he was going to make you understand exactly who you belonged to.
the walk through the village felt endless and far too short all at once.
ao'nung's hand was hot around yours, his grip possessive as he pulled you along the woven pathways. you had to take quick steps to keep up with his longer stride, your heart hammering against your ribs with each passing second.
people noticed. of course they noticed.
tsireya looked up from where she was braiding a child's hair, her eyes widening as she watched her brother drag you past. a group of hunters paused their conversation, their gazes following with obvious curiosity. two elderly women weaving baskets exchanged knowing looks and whispered behind their hands.
you felt heat creep up your neck, spreading across your cheeks. everyone was staring. everyone could see ao'nung, the chief's son, the clan's best warrior, holding your hand like his life depended on it, his jaw set and his eyes fixed straight ahead with singular determination.
"ao'nung," you tried again, your voice barely above a whisper. "what are you doing? people are watching-"
"let them watch." his voice was rough, almost a growl. he didn't slow down. "i don't care."
your stomach flipped. you'd never heard him sound like that. so raw, so intense. ao'nung was always controlled, always composed even when he was being mean to others. but right now, there was something wild in the set of his shoulders, something barely restrained in the way his fingers tightened around yours.
you should have been more concerned about the spectacle you were making. should have been worried about what people would think, what they would say. but instead, all you could focus on was the heat of his palm against yours, the way his thumb kept brushing over your knuckles in an almost unconscious gesture, the broad expanse of his back as he led you forward.
your heart was racing for entirely different reasons now.
you’d noticed ao'nung before. of course you had. it was impossible not to notice him. he was beautiful and strong and carried himself with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was worth. but he'd always seemed so far above you, so untouchable. the chief's son, destined for greatness, while you were just.. you. quiet. unremarkable.
and he was mean. you'd seen how he spoke to others, the sharp edge of his tongue, the way he could cut someone down with just a look. you'd always kept your distance, content to admire him from afar where it was safe.
but the way he'd looked at takoa just now.. the barely controlled violence in his voice when he'd told the other boy to leave, that hadn't been the casual cruelty you'd witnessed before. that had been something else entirely.
possessive. territorial.
the thought made your pulse skip.
ao'nung's marui came into view, set slightly apart from the others near the edge of the village. it was larger than most, befitting his status, with intricate weavings decorating the entrance. he pulled you up the walkway without hesitation, finally releasing your hand only to push aside the entrance flap.
"inside," he said, and there was no room for argument in his tone.
you stepped past him into the dim interior, your eyes adjusting to the softer light. you’d never been in ao'nung's marui before. it was neat, organised, with weapons hung carefully on the walls and sleeping mats arranged in the corner. it smelled like him, salt and sea and something distinctly male that made your head spin.
the flap fell closed behind you, and suddenly the space felt much smaller.
you turned to face him, your hands clasped nervously in front of you. "ao'nung, what-"
"do you have any idea," he interrupted, his voice low and dangerous, "what this week has been like for me?"
you blinked, confused. "the hunting trip?"
"yes, the fucking hunting trip." he took a step toward you, and you instinctively took a step back. your shoulders hit the woven wall of the marui. "seven seven. Seven days away from the village. away from you."
your breath caught. "me?"
"you." another step. he was close now, so close you had to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. they were blazing, intense in a way that made your knees weak. "seven days of thinking about you. wondering what you were doing. who you were talking to. who was looking at you."
"i don't understand-"
"i’ve wanted you for months," he said, and the confession hit you like a physical blow. "months of watching you from across the village. months of finding excuses to be near you. months of wanting to touch you, to talk to you, to make you mine."
your lips parted in shock. "you.. what?"
"and then i come back," he continued, his voice dropping even lower, "and the first thing i see is takoa's hands on you. takoa touching what's mine. takoa thinking he has any right to you."
"i'm not-" you started, but the words died in your throat when he braced one hand against the wall beside your head, caging you in.
"you are," he said fiercely. "you’re mine. you’ve always been mine. i just haven’t made you aware of it yet."
your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. "ao'nung-"
"tell me you haven't noticed," he demanded, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to his. his touch was surprisingly gentle despite the intensity in his voice. "tell me you haven't felt this thing between us. tell me i’m the only one who's been going crazy."
you couldn't. because you had noticed. in the stolen glances, in the way your skin tingled when he was near, in the disappointment you felt when days passed without seeing him. you'd just never imagined he felt the same way.
"i noticed," you whispered, and watched something fierce and triumphant flash in his eyes.
"say it again."
"i noticed you," you said, stronger this time. "i’ve always noticed you."
the sound he made was almost a growl. "eywa, do you know what you do to me?"
he murmured with a groan, his hooded eyes staring into yours.
and then, within a blink, his mouth was on yours.
the kiss was hungry, desperate, like he'd been starving for it. his lips moved against yours with bruising intensity, swallowing the small gasp of surprise you made. one hand stayed cupped around your jaw, holding you exactly where he wanted you, while the other slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him.
you melted into him, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders. he was so solid, so warm, and the way he kissed you made your head spin. this wasn't gentle or tentative. this was claiming, possessive, a week's worth of frustration poured into the slide of his mouth against yours.
when his tongue traced the seam of your lips, you opened for him without hesitation. the kiss deepened, turned filthy, and you heard yourself make a sound you'd never made before. needy and wanting.
ao'nung groaned in response, the hand on your waist tightening, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. the thought sent a thrill through you.
he pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing yours with every word. "i'm going to make you mine," he said roughly. "completely mine. everyone in this village is going to know you belong to me."
"yes," you breathed, and felt him shudder against you.
"i'm going to touch every part of you," he continued, his hand sliding from your waist down to your hip, then your thigh. "taste every part of you. make you come on my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock until you can't remember anyone's name but mine."
heat flooded through you, pooling low in your belly. "ao'nung-"
"and then," his voice dropped to something dark and possessive that made you clench, "i'm going to fill you with my seed. going to breed you properly, make sure everyone knows who you belong to. you want that?"
you should have been shocked by the crude words. instead, you found yourself nodding frantically, your nails digging into his shoulders. "yes. yes, please-"
he kissed you again, harder this time, walking you backward until your legs hit his sleeping mat. you fell onto it with a soft gasp, and he followed you down, covering your body with his. the weight of him was intoxicating, the heat of his skin seeping through the thin material of your top.
"you're so beautiful," he murmured against your lips, his hips settling between your thighs in a way that made you both groan. "so fucking beautiful. do you know how many times i've imagined this? having you under me, soft and willing?"
his hand slid up your side, over your ribs, stopping just below your breast. you arched into the touch, desperate for more.
"tell me what you want," he demanded, pulling back to look at you. his pupils were blown wide, his lips swollen from kissing. "i need to hear you say it."
"you," you said without hesitation. "i want you. all of you."
something in his expression shifted, became even more intense, more possessive. "you have me. you’ve always had me." his hand finally moved up to cup your breast through your top, and you gasped at the sensation.
he kissed you again as his hands began to explore, learning the shape of you through your clothes. every touch was deliberate, possessive, like he was mapping territory that belonged to him. when his fingers found the tie of your top, he paused, his eyes meeting yours in silent question.
you nodded, and he pulled the string free.
the fabric fell away, baring you to his gaze. for a moment, he just looked, his eyes dark and hungry as they traveled over your exposed skin. you resisted the urge to cover yourself, held still by the intensity of his stare.
"perfect," he finally said, his voice rough. "you're perfect."
then his mouth was on your neck, kissing and sucking and definitely leaving marks. you didn't care. you wanted them, wanted everyone to see, wanted takoa and every other male in the village to know you were claimed.
his hand covered your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple, and you arched with a cry. the sensation shot straight through you, making you clench around nothing.
"so responsive," ao'nung murmured against your skin, doing it again just to watch you squirm. "i'm going to learn every sound you make. every touch that makes you gasp. every spot that makes you scream."
"please," you whimpered, your hands sliding down his back, feeling the flex of muscle under smooth skin.
"please what?" he moved to your other breast, his mouth replacing his hand, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. "tell me what you need."
"more," you managed, your fingers tangling in his hair. "i need more. i need you."
he groaned against your skin, his hips grinding down against yours in a way that made you both gasp. you could feel him, hard and thick even through the layers between you, and the knowledge that you did this to him. that he wanted you this badly, made you dizzy with power.
"i'm going to take my time with you," he said, kissing his way down your stomach, his hands working at the ties of your loincloth. "going to worship every inch of this body until you're begging me to fill you."
the fabric fell away, leaving you completely bare beneath him. the way he looked at you, like you were something precious and profane all at once, made you feel beautiful in a way you'd never experienced before.
"spread your legs for me," he commanded softly, and you obeyed without thinking, your thighs falling open.
his eyes went even darker. "fuck. look at you. already so wet for me."
you felt yourself flush, but before you could feel self-conscious, he was settling between your thighs, his broad shoulders forcing them even wider. the first touch of his fingers against your slick folds made you jolt, a sharp cry escaping your lips. his breath hot against your most sensitive skin. the anticipation alone made you tremble, your hands fisting in the ground beneath you.
"i've thought about this," he murmured, his lips brushing against your inner thigh. "every fucking day since i met you. wondered what you'd taste like. how you'd sound when i made you fall apart with just my tongue."
"ao'nung-" your voice was already shaky, desperate.
his hands slithered upwards towards your cunt, one finger gently sliding in.
he worked you open with patient determination, adding a second finger when you were ready, curling them in a way that made stars burst behind your eyelids. all the while, he kept talking. filthy, possessive words about how you were his, how he was going to breed you, how everyone would know you belonged to him.
when his thumb found your clit, you nearly came apart right there.
"that's it," he encouraged, working you higher. "let me see you fall apart. want to watch you come before i even get my cock in you."
the pressure built and built, your hips rocking against his hand desperately. you were close, so close-
"come for me," he ordered, and you did.
the orgasm crashed over you in waves, your back arching off the mat as pleasure flooded through every nerve. ao'nung worked you through it, his fingers never stopping, drawing it out until you were shaking and oversensitive.
when you finally came back to yourself, he was watching you with an expression of pure male satisfaction, his fingers still buried inside you.
"beautiful," he said again, slowly withdrawing his hand. you watched, dazed, as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "and you taste even better than i imagined."
before you could respond, he was kissing you again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. it should have been embarrassing, but instead it just made you want him more.
your hands went to the ties of his loincloth, fumbling with the knots. "off," you demanded against his lips. "i want to feel you."
he helped you, shoving the fabric away impatiently. and then there was nothing between you, just skin against skin, heat against heat.
you looked down between your bodies and your breath caught. he was big. bigger than you'd expected. and already leaking at the tip. the sight made your mouth water and your core clench with anticipation.
"see what you do to me?" ao'nung's voice was strained as he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock sliding through your wetness. "this is all for you. only you."
your breath hitched as you felt him there, hot and hard against you, the anticipation making your entire body tremble. his eyes locked onto yours, dark with desire but also searching, making sure you were with him, that you wanted this as much as he did.
but he didn't push inside yet. instead, he dragged the thick head of his cock through your folds again, coating himself in your arousal, the friction against your sensitive clit making you gasp and buck your hips.
"so wet for me already," he murmured, his voice dropping to something darker, more possessive. "i've barely touched you and you're dripping. did you get this wet for him?"
your eyes widened at the mention of takoa, and ao'nung's expression turned almost cruel.
"answer me," he demanded, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance but not entering, just teasing. "did you get wet when that boy was sitting next to you? when he was trying so hard to impress you with his pathetic attempts at flirting?"
"no," you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders desperately. "no, ao'nung, i didn't-"
"good," he growled, finally pushing forward just enough to breach your entrance with the tip. the stretch was immediate and intense, making you both groan. "because this cunt is mine. only i get to make you react this way. only i get to make you feel good. understand?"
"yes," you whimpered, trying to push your hips up to take more of him, but his hands on your hips held you firmly in place.
"yes, what?" he prompted, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back.
"yes, ao'nung," you breathed. "only you. please, i need-"
"what do you need?" he pushed in another inch, so slowly it was almost torture. "tell me."
"you," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "i need you. all of you. please."
"that's right," he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. "you need me. not that boy who was pawing at you. not anyone else. just me." he pushed in another inch, watching your face intently as your mouth fell open. "do you think he could give you this? do you think he could fill you like i can?"
you shook your head frantically, unable to form words as he continued his slow, torturous advance. he was so big, stretching you in ways you'd never experienced, and every inch felt like both too much and not enough.
"use your words," a'nung commanded, pausing when he was only halfway inside. "tell me he couldn't make you feel like this."
"he couldn't," you managed, your voice breaking. "he couldn't make me feel like this. only you, ao'nung. only you."
something fierce and triumphant flashed in his eyes. "that's fucking right," he growled, and pushed in the rest of the way in one smooth thrust.
you cried out at the sudden fullness, your back arching off the mat. he was so deep, so big, stretching you to your limits. your walls fluttered around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion, and you heard him curse above you.
"fuck," ao'nung groaned, his entire body trembling with the effort of staying still. "you're so tight. so perfect. like your body was made specifically for my cock." his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively. "tell me you're okay. tell me you can take it."
"i can take it," you gasped, even though you felt impossibly full, stretched beyond what you thought possible. "i can take you. please, ao'nung, please move."
"not yet," he said, his voice strained. he leaned down, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath hot against your lips. "i want you to feel this. feel how deep I am. feel how completely you belong to me now." he shifted his hips slightly, making you both groan. "that boy wouldn't know what to do with you. wouldn’t know how to handle this perfect body. but i do. and i’m going to ruin you for anyone else."
"i don't want anyone else," you assured him, your hands sliding up to cup his face. "i only want you."
he kissed you then, hard and possessive, his tongue invading your mouth the same way his cock was buried inside you. when he finally pulled back, his eyes were blazing.
"i’m going to make you come so many times you lose count," he promised darkly. "going to fuck you so good you forget your own name. and every time you see that boy, you're going to remember this moment. remember who you belong to."
then he started to move.
he pulled out slowly, so slowly you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, until just the tip remained inside. then he slammed back in, hard and deep, making you scream.
"that's it," he encouraged, setting a brutal rhythm. "let everyone hear you. let them know who's making you feel this good." each thrust was powerful and deliberate, hitting spots inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "let that boy hear you screaming my name."
"ao'nung!" you cried out, unable to help yourself. the pleasure was overwhelming, building with each thrust, each drag of his cock against your walls.
"louder," he demanded, one hand sliding up to grip your throat lightly. not squeezing, just holding, the gesture possessive and dominant. "i want everyone in this village to know you're mine."
"ao'nung!" you cried out louder, your inhibitions completely gone. you didn't care who heard, didn't care about anything except the feeling of him inside you, claiming you, making you his.
"good girl," he praised, his thumb stroking the side of your neck even as he continued his punishing pace. "such a good girl for me. taking my cock so well." his other hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and circling it with just the right amount of pressure. "now come for me. show me how good i make you feel."
the added stimulation was exactly what you needed. your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you with an intensity that made your vision white out. your body convulsed around him, your walls clenching rhythmically around his cock as pleasure flooded every nerve ending.
"fuck, yes," ao'nung groaned, fucking you through it, his thumb never stopping its movement on your clit. "that's it. that's my girl. feel so good when you squeeze me like that." he leaned down to bite at your neck, definitely leaving marks. "mine. you’re mine. say it."
"yours," you gasped, still trembling from the aftershocks. "i’m yours, ao'nung."
"that's right," he growled against your skin. "my woman. my mate." he pulled back to look at you, his eyes dark and possessive. "and i’m going to fill you up. going to pump you so full of my seed that everyone will know you're claimed. that you're carrying my child."
the dirty talk sent another wave of arousal through you, even though you'd just come. your body was already responding to him again, your walls fluttering around his still-hard cock.
"you like that idea?" he asked, feeling your reaction. a cruel smile curved his lips. "like the thought of me breeding you? making sure everyone knows you belong to me?" his thrusts became harder, more purposeful. "do you think that boy could give you this? could make you feel this good? could breed you properly?"
"no," you moaned, your nails raking down his back. "no, only you. only you can make me feel like this."
"that's fucking right," he snarled, his pace becoming almost brutal. "he's nothing. he could never satisfy you the way i can. could never fill you up and breed you the way you deserve."
his words, combined with the relentless pace of his thrusts, were pushing you toward another edge already. you couldn't believe how quickly your body was responding, how desperately you wanted more.
"ao'nung," you whimpered, feeling the pressure building again. "i’m going to-"
"not yet," he commanded, suddenly pulling out completely. you whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and desperate. "i’m not done with you yet."
before you could protest, he flipped you over onto your stomach, his hands gripping your hips and pulling them up so you were on your hands and knees. the position made you feel exposed and vulnerable, and you heard him groan behind you.
"look at you," he said, his voice rough with desire. his hands ran over your ass appreciatively, squeezing and kneading the flesh. "so perfect. so ready for me." one hand slid between your thighs, his fingers sliding through your wetness. "still dripping. still so desperate for my cock."
"please," you begged, pushing back against him. "please, ao'nung, i need-"
"what do you need?" he asked, and you could hear the cruel amusement in his voice. "tell me exactly what you need."
"your cock," you gasped, beyond shame now. "i need your cock inside me. please."
"since you asked so nicely," he murmured, and then he was pushing inside again, the new angle making him feel even bigger, even deeper.
you moaned loudly, your arms nearly giving out from the intensity. this position hit different spots, and you could feel him everywhere, filling you completely, stretching you impossibly wide.
"fuck," ao'nung groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "you feel even tighter like this. so fucking perfect." he pulled out and slammed back in, making you cry out. "this is how i’ve dreamed of having you. on your hands and knees, taking my cock like you were made for it."
he set an even harder pace than before, his hips snapping against your ass with each thrust. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the marui, obscene and primal, mixed with your moans and his grunts of pleasure.
"do you think he's ever had a woman like this?" ao'nung asked, his voice dark and possessive. "do you think he knows how to fuck properly? how to please a woman?" one hand slid up your spine to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back. "answer me."
"no," you gasped, the slight pain from your hair being pulled mixing with the pleasure in a way that made you clench around him. "no, he doesn't know. he couldn't.. couldn't do this."
"that's right," he growled, his pace becoming even more brutal. "he’s just a boy. he wouldn't know what to do with a woman like you. wouldn’t know how to touch you, how to fuck you, how to make you come." he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his lips at your ear. "but i do. i know exactly what you need. exactly how to make you fall apart."
his free hand slid around to find your clit again, rubbing tight circles that had you seeing stars. the combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust and his fingers on your clit was overwhelming.
"i'm going to make you come again," he promised darkly. "going to make you come so hard you forget that boy even exists. that anyone else exists except me."
"yes," you moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "yes, please, ao'nung, please make me come."
"such a good girl," he praised, his fingers moving faster on your clit. "begging so prettily. i love hearing you beg for my cock. love knowing that i'm the only one who can make you feel this way."
the pressure was building rapidly, your entire body tensing as you approached your second orgasm. ao'nung could feel it too, could feel the way your walls were starting to flutter around him.
"that's it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "come for me. come on my cock like a good girl."
your second orgasm hit even harder than the first, your arms giving out completely as pleasure crashed through you. you collapsed onto the mat, your upper body pressed against the woven surface while ao'nung held your hips up, continuing to fuck you through your climax with single-minded determination.
"fuck, yes," he groaned, watching you fall apart beneath him. "so beautiful when you come. so perfect. all mine."
you were trembling, oversensitive, but he didn't stop. his pace didn't slow, his cock continuing to drive into you with the same brutal intensity.
the overstimulation was almost too much, bordering on pain, but somehow it felt incredible.
"ao'nung," you whimpered, your hands clutching at the mat. "i can't.. it's too much-"
"you can take it," he said firmly, his hand sliding around to your throat, pulling you up so your back was pressed against his chest. the new angle made him feel even deeper, and you gasped. "your gonna take everything i give you. you’re mine, and i'm going to use this perfect body however i want."
his hand on your throat applied gentle pressure, not enough to restrict your breathing but enough to make you feel owned, possessed. his other hand slid down to your breast, squeezing and kneading, his fingers pinching your nipple.
"tell me you're mine," he demanded, his lips against your ear. "tell me you belong to me and no one else."
"i’m yours," you gasped, your head falling back against his shoulder. "only yours, ao'nung. no one else."
"and who makes you feel this good?" he asked, his hips still moving, still driving into you relentlessly. "who makes you come? who’s going to breed you and fill you with their child?"
"you," you moaned, your body trembling in his arms. "only you. only you can make me feel like this."
"that's right," he growled, his hand on your throat tightening slightly. "just me. only me."
he released your throat and pushed you back down onto your hands and knees, his hands gripping your hips again. his pace became even more frantic, more desperate, and you could tell he was getting close.
"going to fill you up," he panted, his fingers digging into your hips. "going to breed you so good. make sure my seed takes."
despite having just come twice, you could feel another orgasm building. it seemed impossible, but the way he was hitting that spot inside you, the way his cock was stretching you, the filthy words falling from his lips. it was all too much.
"ao'nung," you gasped, hardly able to believe it yourself. "i’m going to- i’m going to come again."
"fuck, yes," he groaned. "come for me again. show me how good i make you feel."
your third orgasm built quickly, the pressure coiling tight in your lower belly. when it finally broke, you screamed his name, your entire body shaking with the force of it. your walls clenched around him rhythmically, and you heard him curse behind you.
"that's it, that's my girl," he praised, his voice strained. "feel so fucking good. so perfect. mine. all mine."
he fucked you through it, prolonging your pleasure until you were a trembling, oversensitive mess beneath him. when you finally started to come down, he pulled out, making you whimper at the loss.
"not done with you yet," he said, his voice rough. he gently turned you over onto your back, and you looked up at him with dazed eyes. he looked wild, his hair disheveled, his skin flushed, his eyes blazing with possessive hunger. "want to see your face when i fill you up. want to watch you when i breed you."
he positioned himself between your legs again, hooking them over his shoulders. the position folded you nearly in half, and when he pushed back inside, he went impossibly deep.
you gasped, your hands clutching at his arms.
"look at me," he commanded, and your eyes locked onto his. the intensity in his gaze took your breath away. there was desire, yes, but also something deeper. something almost obsessive. "you’re mine."
"i’m yours," you whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "completely yours, ao’nung."
"and i’m yours," he said, his voice raw with emotion. "forever." he started to move again, slower this time but no less intense. each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting spots that made you see stars. "no one else will ever touch you. no one else will ever have you. you're mine to protect, mine to love, mine to pleasure, mine to breed."
"yes," you breathed, your eyes never leaving his.
his hand slid between your bodies to find your clit again, and you gasped at the sensation. you were so oversensitive that it was bordering pain, but his touch was skilled, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply.
"i know you're sensitive," he murmured, watching your face intently. "but i want you to come one more time. want to feel you come on my cock when i fill you up. can you do that for me?"
you weren't sure if you could, weren't sure if your body could handle another orgasm, but you nodded anyway. "i’ll.. i’ll try," you whimpered.
"that's my good girl," he praised, his fingers moving in slow circles on your clit. "just relax. let me take care of you. let me make you feel good."
his pace was slower now, more controlled, each thrust deep and purposeful. he was taking his time, building your pleasure gradually, letting it wash over you in waves rather than crashing down all at once.
"you're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your face, your body. "so perfect. i don't deserve you."
"yes, you do," you countered, your hands sliding up his arms to his shoulders. "we deserve each other."
something softened in his expression, though the possessive hunger never left his eyes. he leaned down to kiss you, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your toes curl.
when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. "i see you," he said quietly, the words almost lost in the sound of your heavy breathing. "i have been, for so long. watching you from across the village, wanting you, needing you. it’s been driving me crazy."
"i see you too," you whispered, and felt him shudder above you. "always, ao'nung."
his rhythm faltered for a moment, emotion overwhelming him. then he kissed you again, harder this time, more desperate, and his pace increased.
"going to fill you up now," he panted against your lips. "going to breed you properly. make you mine in every way possible."
his fingers on your clit moved faster, and you could feel another orgasm building despite your exhaustion. it’s different this time, slower, deeper, more intense. it built and built, a pressure that seemed to encompass your entire body.
"ao'nung," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "i’m close, i’m so close."
"me too," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "come with me. want to feel your pussy milking my cock, taking every drop of my seed."
the filthy words combined with his skilled fingers pushed you over the edge. your fourth orgasm was different from the others. it rolled through you in waves, deep and intense, making your entire body tremble. you clenched around him rhythmically, and you heard him curse.
"fuck, yes," ao’nung groaned, his control finally breaking. "that’s it, that's perfect. going to.. fuck.. going to cum."
he buried himself as deep as possible with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing inside you as he came. you could feel him filling you, the warmth spreading inside you, and it prolonged your own orgasm, making you shake and whimper beneath him.
"mine," he growled, his hips still moving, working his seed deeper. "all mine. taking my cum so well. going to give you so much. going to make sure it takes."
he continued to thrust shallowly, riding out both of your orgasms, making sure none of his release escaped. when he finally stilled, you were both trembling, covered in sweat, completely spent.
ao'nung carefully lowered your legs from his shoulders, then collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mat in a way that felt comforting rather than crushing. you could feel his heart racing against your chest, matching the rapid pace of your own.
for several long minutes, neither of you spoke. you just lay there, bodies still joined, trying to catch your breath. your hands traced lazy patterns on his back, feeling the flex of muscle beneath sweat-slicked skin.
finally, ao'nung lifted his head to look at you, his hand coming up to brush some hair away from your face. his touch was gentle now, tender, so different from the rough possession of moments before.
"are you okay?" he asked softly, his eyes searching yours with concern. "was i too rough? did i hurt you?"
you shook your head, smiling up at him despite your exhaustion. "i’m perfect," you assured him. "that was.."
relief flooded his expression, and he leaned down to kiss you gently. the kiss was different from all the others. soft, loving, full of unspoken emotion and promise.
"i meant what i said," he murmured against your lips. "i see you."
"i meant it too," you said, reaching up to cup his face. "and i don't want anyone else. only you, ao'nung."
he smiled, and it transformed his entire face. "good," he said, pressing another kiss to your lips. "because i’m never letting you go."
when he finally pulled out, you both winced at the sensitivity. you could feel his release starting to leak out of you, and ao'nung's eyes darkened as he watched.
"don't move," he instructed, his voice taking on that possessive edge again. you watched as he used his fingers to push his cum back inside you, the gesture both practical and deeply territorial. "want to make sure it all stays in. make sure you're properly bred."
you shivered at his words and his touch, still sensitive but not unpleasantly so. when he was satisfied that he'd pushed every drop back inside you, he laid down beside you and pulled you into his arms, arranging you so your head was on his chest.
"you’re incredible," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
hus arms tightened around you, and you felt him press another kiss to your hair. "i meant what i said," he told you quietly. "about you being mine. about wanting to have a future with you. i know we should probably talk about it more seriously when we're not both sex-drunk, but j need you to know that i’m serious. about you and about us."
you tilted your head up to look at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. "i’m serious too," you said softly. "i want all of that with you, ao'nung. everything."
he smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through clouds. he kissed you again, slow and sweet, before pulling back and running his hands over your body, checking for any injuries or sore spots.
"let me take care of you," he said, starting to sit up. "i should clean you up, get you some water-"
you pulled him back down. "in a minute," you said. "just hold me for a minute first."
he settled back down immediately, wrapping you in his arms again. "i can do that," he murmured. "i can hold you for as long as you want."
you smiled against his chest.
ao'nung's hand traced lazy patterns on your back, and you could feel him still watching you, as if he couldn't quite believe you were real, that this had actually happened.
"you're staring," you mumbled, though you didn't mind.
"can't help it," he replied, unashamed. "you’re beautiful. and you're mine. i still can't quite believe it."
you laughed softly. "believe it. you’re stuck with me now."
"good," he said firmly, his arms tightening around you possessively. "that’s exactly where i want you. stuck with me."
you lay there in his arms, feeling his heartbeat beneath your ear and his warmth surrounding you, you couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else.
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