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"poor baby.." ✮ hobie brown x fem!reader

a/n: what is up!!!! this is my first fic, AND IT IS NSFW. but i've had this idea stuck in my head and it literally won't go away so basically it's hobie being gone for a while from his universe because of a mission, and his reunion with reader (his gf) when he comes home very affectionate!! reassuring, and just hobes n reader being cutesy and in love nsfw will be below the cut!!! if you like this, pls interact and my reqs r open <3 word count: 1.6k!! notes: smut, scratching, riding, fingering, praise, eye contact, heavy affection, soft turned rough, established relationship, no protection, pussy eating (hobie is a munch n nobody can change my mind), subspace, aftercare

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 Hobie was tired. Exhausted, really. Pulling his mask up in the dead of night as he slipped into his apartment through his bedroom window. Throwing it aside. He was just happy to be back in his universe after a draining mission, because it was somewhere where he could properly relax. With his beautiful girl. Speaking of his girl, you laid on his bed unstirring. Wearing one of his hoodies and wrapped up in the blankets, sleeping peacefully. He had been afraid to leave you all by yourself in this shithole of a universe for a week, but you'd reassured him that you'd be okay. He chuckled fondly to himself at the sight of your peaceful sleeping face, stripping himself out of his Spider-Suit and into a pair of sweatpants instead. You quietly stirred, eyes slightly opening and blinking awake. Sitting up with a soft gasp when you realized what, or rather who, was in your house. "Hobes!" You squealed, getting up and latching onto him the minute you recognized the silhouette of his wicks. Always excited to see him. This mission had been extra long, and you'd missed him. Hobie grinned, gently wrapping his arms around you and placing you back onto the bed. Climbing on top of you, the dark moonlight barely illuminating his face. "Ay, luv. Missed me?" You pressed a kiss to his lips, nodding with a cute little smile and eagerly looking up at him. Settling back under the covers with him. "Mhm. How'd the mission go?"

He grumbled at the thought of that mission, kissing you back before muttering. "Fuckin'ell, was a handful dolly. Miguel never fails to get on me nerves. Just satisfied to be back here with ya." You pulled him down and cuddled up to him. He cooed, realizing what you wanted. "Poor baby. Must've been s'lonely." He teased, moving so he was sitting up in the bed with his back against the headboard, and you were straddling him. He peppered kisses all over your face. You whined in response to the affection and teasing, pouting. He grinned, leaning your forehead against his own and noticing how pent up you seemed. "Awww. What is it? Use ya words, I know ya can. Got somethin' to tell me?" "Need you 'Obie." You mumbled under your breath, and his eyebrows raised. "Oh, 's that it? Sweet lil' ting, been worked up all the time 've been gone? Huh?" He gently started to pull up your hoodie over your head, he'd already noticed you hadn't worn anything underneath earlier.

He cooed as you whimpered in reply, you didn't even need to use words. His hands slowly slid up your thigh all the way to your already glistening cunt. "Christ, y'really do want me. Don't think I even need to prep you. Gettin' wet at just the sight of me now?" But he did decide to prep you anyway, finger circling your clit before gently sliding down and into you. The cool metal of his rings on his hand making you shudder, a sigh escaping you. Nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as your body tensed, breathing heavily against his skin. Squirming as his finger curled inside your dripping entrance. He let you adjust to being stretched out, taking it slow before adding a second finger. Listening to your shaky moans as you got overwhelmed. The sound of your noises filling the room. "Takin' me fingers so well. Knew this gorgeous pussy craved me. You were the only thing on my mind." You loved him, and this moment. Those calloused rough fingers you'd seen him use to play guitar about a million times now stroking your g-spot. You were his 'warmup' as he called it, sometimes using you before a show to get his fingers ready. His thumb came up to rub your clit again, making you squeal. You grinded your hips down, and he took that as a sign you were more then ready. Pulling you into a passionate heated kiss as he slipped his fingers out of you, to quickly pull his sweatpants and boxers down. His throbbing erection springing free, hard and already leaking with precum. The sight of it almost made you want to get on your knees. "See what 'y do to me, baby?" He nudged your legs further apart with his hand, then lined himself up. You writhed as you felt his tip press against your aching slit. He moved to gently gripped your hips, slowly sinking you down. "Ffffuck, Attagirl." You let out a soft whine, always struggling to take him because he was just so big. You swore it felt like he was impaling you, and he liked it. He left a hand on your hips, the other hand wandering up to your chin to force your doe eyes to look at who was fucking you. "Eyes on me, doll. You know the rules." He spoke sweetly, a surprise, considering most of the time it was done harshly in a destroying-your-insides kind of way. This was soft, instead. He purred when you managed to look at him and his thumb soothingly rubbed your face. Starting to slowly thrust up into you as you sputtered out a cry. "Ssshhhh, that's it. Good girl. You can do it." He reassured, as you wrapped your arms around his neck to cling to him. Wanting him to be as close as possible, the sound of your wet cunt slapping against his dick only serving to make you both more turned on. You slowly started riding him on your own, but his other hand on your hips stayed to help lift you so you wouldn't get too tired too quickly, his own hips thrusting up to meet yours as well. "Missed you s'much.." You slurred desperately and he chuckled, observing your eyes as they clouded with lust. "I know, I know you did, sweet thing. Don't worry, I gotcha." Grinding yourself down onto his cock like your life depended on it. Clawing at his back and moaning when his tip hit that perfect spot, sending shudders through your body. He let out a soft grunt, as you clenched around him like a vice. With each piston of his dick, you became more of a mindless thing. He lets out a hiss as you continue to weakly lift yourself up and down, and he decided to switch your positions. Quickly pinning you underneath him on the bed and starting a deep pace. "S alright, baby. Relax. You did so well, j'st gonna take care of you now." He whispered into your ear as you wriggled and cried out. "God, your pretty little pussy is so tight. Tryna fuckin' milk me." He kissed down your neck, both hands now gripping her waist.

Your glossed over eyes stared up at him as he pounded into you, feeling him twitch. "Good fuckin' girl. Huh? Gonna let me fill you?" He laughed as you nodded eagerly, too fucked out to form a single thought. He gave one last push, before spilling his seed deep inside you. Panting as he let his head droop against yours, his grunts and groans slowly stopping. You pouted as he pulled out, managing a soft- "Obie? What're you-" as he settled between your legs with a 'Shhh'. Quickly getting to work. You wrapped your legs around his head, pulling him imminently closer to the spot you desperately needed him. His tongue lapped at your wet heat like he was a starving man, unrelenting and desperate. Mewls quickly spilling from your mouth as your slick and his cum dripped down your slit, now mixed with his saliva. You arched your back, already close from just how quickly Hobie had gone from railing you and abusing your cervix to eating you out like nothing else mattered. His tongue, pierced, circled your clit making you practically scream. Your hands scrambled to grip the sheets tightly beside you. "Hobie!" Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you reached that climax, letting out a loud whimper. You could've sworn you were seeing stars as white hot pleasure rushed through you. As you slowly came down from the high, you mumbled gibberish, tears streaming from your eyes. Hobie quickly gave your cunt one last lick before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close, realizing you'd slipped into subspace. Pressing kisses to your sobbing face. "S alright my darlin'. You did so good for me today. So 'appy to be back wit'cha." He whispered in a soft reassuring tone, as you cuddled up to him. Craving his warmth. "I love you so much." He keened and nuzzled into your neck, showing you all the appreciation he knew you needed. He liked nothing better then seeing your little face so out of it. He gently picked you and a water bottle up and carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on the counter and grabbing a cloth. Running it under warm water as he cleaned both him and yourself off. Your lips managed to find his, and he smiled and kissed you back. Filling up the water bottle in the mean time and pressing it to your mouth. "Drink." He commanded, though it was gentle. Your boyfriend loved you, and taking care of you was always his priority. "Good. Y'want to go back to bed? 'S pretty late now." "Mhm." You replied quietly, and next thing you knew the water bottle sat on the bedside table next to you and you were wrapped up under the thick fluffy blankets and Hobie. Shutting your eyes as they drooped and silently appreciating having your Spider-Man back home.

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Deleted footage: did Tsu’Tey’s Path change it for the better or not?

So here I am again, talking about a detail from Tsu‘Tey‘s Path comic book published by Dark Horse. I don‘t find it appropriate to spoil the entire comic, but, in my opinion, this particular moment intertwines with the scene from the original script and a bit with the episode from the extended cut. A very important moment which would add so much depth to the relations between the characters, I should admit. Yet we didn‘t get it in the final cut nor as one of the deleted scenes. And I don‘t get why, honestly.

First of all, the scene did remain the unedited one, no doubt in that, you guys can check it on Youtube. Still, if we followed the script, we‘d notice straight away that the moment when Grace meets Neytiri is skipped.

Here‘s an extract from the original script to Avatar. The meeting scene was completely left out: Grace‘s chat with kids is then cut to Jake and Neytiri being out in the forest.

Though the scene of Grace telling Jake about what actually happened in school did make it in the extended cut, the connection between Dr. Augustine and Neytiri didn‘t go beyond her image in the photographs Grace keeps on the fridge door.

Grace with Neytiri, Sylwanin (presumably), and other kids from the tribe.

The audience just weren‘t given any real life interaction between the two (except for when Grace faints in her avatar body and Neytiri rushes to her). The script literally tells us that it was supposed to be 'an awkward moment between them', and I can totally understand why. Along with her elder sister, Sylwanin, Neytiri was the best student Grace has ever had. She must have come to her school at a very young age, which I may prove by one of the pictures on the door, featuring Grace showing 'ears' gesture to her students.

The girl, copying the gesture, seems to wear a yellow flower-like headband, pretty similar to which Neytiri is used to wearing on special occasions. We could spot her wearing it during making out with Jake under the Tree of Voices and while being present at the ceremony of Jake’s consciousness transfer. I may suggest, it’s one of the early pictures of Neytiri taken in the process of learning. I haven‘t figured out yet who the boy on the table in the picture below is, however, it might be a younger version of Tsu‘Tey (I motivate my guess only by the alike hairstyle).

So how would it feel to meet the person you had spent years together, sharing knowledge, culture, and warm memories, who had suddenly disappeared from your life and had never come back until now? One would hardly find the right words to say, rather, it would be this uncomfortable moment of silence. I‘m not surprised that Neytiri and Grace just greet each other in formal way and that‘s it. Both would go through very powerful flashbacks. Neytiri may recall Sylwanin, falling dead in the doorway right before her eyes. Grace would feel guilty for letting all that happen, for not having checked on Sylwanin to reason her out of the idea of setting bulldozers on fire. Just a couple of seconds that would possibly make one of the most dramatic scenes of the entire movie.

Tsu‘Tey‘s Path is meant to tell the story from Tsu‘Tey‘s perspective. Not to spoil anything, the comic provides the opportunity to follow the character’s background and also gives a unique chance to observe some deleted footage. Let‘s see if it managed to make up for the lost.

So, what we can see in two pages down below (not gonna spoil which issue it is), is Grace meeting Tsu‘Tey instead of Neytiri. The reasonable question is if it’s good or bad for the narration. Well, hard to tell, since the comic story focuses on Tsu‘Tey‘s point of view, after all. Personally, I would answer in the following way: the short episode of Grace meeting Neytiri would be much more essential for the Neytiri’s character arc in the actual movie (and I‘m still unhappy about it having been cut out), while the comic does an incredible job in expanding the relations between Grace and the tribe of Omaticaya. Thanks to the comic, we know for sure that Tsu‘Tey matters to Dr. Augustine just as much as Neytiri and Sylwanin.

Grace is astonished at the fact that Tsu‘Tey still remembers everything she taught him in school, which suggests he may not have been the most hard-working student of all. Yet, since Tsu‘Tey calls Grace sa‘nok ('mother' in English), it‘s clear that he attended the same school as Neytiri and Sylwanin and so formed a strong spiritual bond with Grace. His command of English seems to be pretty good, as he‘s able to communicate with Jake throughout the movie and later translate Jake‘s speech at the Tree of Souls.

The only significant difference is in that Grace is wearing her casual outfit instead of the researcher’s one from the movie. She‘s also holding a baby na'vi, which doesn‘t appear in the extended scene, making us wonder if her encounter with Tsu‘Tey took place on another day.

The moment of holding Sylwanin‘s dead body recurrs in Tsu’Tey’s mind when Jake returns to Omaticaya as Toruk Makto. Tsu‘Tey seems to be a couple of years younger than his adult self in the movie, which again proves him witnessing the attack on kid rebels happen and being one of other students Grace managed to get out of school. Tsu‘Tey‘s latent fear of the Sky Person’s mightiness inside of Jake‘s avatar is way more comprehensible now, cause Jake, appearing on Toruk as a symbol of power, reminds him of how cruel and merciless humans can be. Hence he is sceptical about Grace coming back to the tribe, but his attitude changes as Grace calls his name.

To sum up, I believe, Tsu’Tey’s Path did succeed in reviving a rather important scene, which got unfairly edited out from the extended cut. It would certainly be ten times better if we were given the opportunity to watch Grace finally meet Neytiri after a while and their reaction to the encounter. Still, I also consider it a breakthrough that in just a couple of lines we were told the sad story of Tsu’Tey, having breathed so much life into his character.

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THREE : THREESOME <3

ROMANCING PANDORA EVENT

TSU'TEY X OC X SO'LEK

many na'vi have experienced their chance of a lifetime in bonding and mating with their partner they've had set their eyes on. getting to know them on a spiritual and and friendship level to remember their likings and passion to gain a smile and slight touch of their hand on theirs.

to experience the life of youth with love and happiness alongside your mate.

for so'lek, it was different.

a young, well respected warrior's life changed drastically when he lost his entire clan. ever since he didn't want to seek out a potential na'vi for his liking because he swore revenge on his people.

after planning to live alone in the wilderness, one na'vi decided to persuade him to stay. not a na'vi, a dream walker who eywa has chosen to live in her na'vi body.

selena. jake sully's sister.

he highly respects jake but not knowing he had a relative made it more difficult.

the second his eyes laid on her, his heart stopped then it accelerated from her friendly smile and wanted to talk with him. the way she moves differently than other na'vi women, her strong presence before him had his knees buckled, her overwhelming scent filling his nose. the hair style and wardrobe she put on fits her right in with the rest of the na'vi. her slender but built figure is so alluring.

she made him weak. she was the first to have him experience these new things. the first na'vi who gave him an experience.

selena caught him off guard when she hugged him all of a sudden that his tail wagged and his body tensed, "i'm sorry for what happened with your clan. if there's anything you need you can ask jake or you can stay here with the omatikaya. the other clans have decided to stay."

so'lek couldn't speak but he had to so he wouldn't weird her out, "i am alright. i don't need to merge with your clan. i am planning for revenge against the sky people if they return. i must take my leave." he felt guilty and stupid for passing up an opportunity to know more about her.

she nods with a sad expression, "of course. i understand. what's your name?"

his ears perked at the mention of knowing his name, "so'lek."

she smiled more and held his hands, "that's a nice name, so'lek. i hope to see you some day." with a kiss on his cheek, she left him alone with his thoughts as he touched his cheek where she put her lips on. he began to fluster madly at the affection.

the na'vi warrior brushed it off, gathering his things and left to venture off alone into the forest.

that was years ago when he felt a void in his heart and a vacant soul ever since. knowing he'd regret coming back and decide to follow his heart when he found a tree of voices, he returned to find the hidden clan.

many clues and traces passed when he saw a couple of hunters hunting the area and flew up the hallelujah mountains.

upon arriving at the hidden spot of the omatikaya, he was surrounded by them with arrows and guns pointing at him for questioning. he wanted to explain when selena came into view with her brother.

so'lek pointed towards her, "you know me. remember."

selena's ears perked when she heard his voice and stood in front of him with a smile, "i'd known you'd come back, so'lek."

there it was again. that same feeling. his heart began to thumping rapidly and his palms started to sweat. "yes i guess i came for you."

his answer shocked her but she continued to smile, grabbing his hand to pull him somewhere, "i'll show you around."

he didn't know where they were going but he knew by the new scent of hers, she wasn't alone. she was mated with another.

by the time he stayed with the omatikaya, he learned she mated with the infamous and brave warrior that survived a big fall and bullets to his body.

no matter that she was mated and bonded with another, he still desired her and wished to taste her and tsu'tey noticed this.

tsu'tey knows the lust and smell of hormones reeking of this young male na'vi wanting his tanhi. he wants to show this stranger that this woman was his alone but he saw how his mate expressed herself with the young male.

selena talks about him whenever she gets the chance and she was starting to smell like him from showing him around.

his mind went to imagining the possibilities of seeing her get her pussy rammed by another man's cock while looking at him, begging him to put his in. kissing her lips while he fucks her pussy and so'lek wanting to do the same but he can't, her lips are his. rubbing her clit hard while the male fucks her hole just to see her squirt and sucks on her nipple.

tsu'tey decided to bring up the topic of bringing in another person into their relationship and she was surprised since he's hostile and possessive when it came to his mate.

in the end, they agreed to have so'lek in their relationship in a poly and selena couldn't wait.

this is where they are now.

so'lek was sitting with selena sitting on his cock reverse cowgirl with his hands on her thighs, spreading them wide for tsu'tey to admire. tsu'tey went down to put his mouth on her clit to suck on while so'lek fucked her relentlessly because of good she felt when she clenched on him.

"so'lek....oh so'lek!" selena moaned with her tail wagging and found his tail to wrap around it while she turned his head to kiss him tenderly but passionately. the young male grunted against her lips and sucked on her tongue as he thrusted desperately into her pussy. tsu'tey was getting a little jealous of their intimate moments so he went to put her nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around the bud as he rubs her clit slowly and harshly to edge her.

selena whimpers against so'lek's lips feeling tsu'tey's rough tongue on her bud giving her the pleasure of recovering this kind of treatment from both males.

"ma tanhi, you are not paying attention to me." tsu'tey says in an annoyed tone but selena reassures him with caressing his ears and hair.

she separates her lips from him and kisses him and uses her hand to jerk him off and guide his cock to her pussy. she wants both of them.

"ma tsu'tey....don't be jealous. i love both of you. put it in, yawne." she says in between breaths and gasps from the tip of tsu'tey's cock rubbing her clit. tsu'tey slightly pushes his cock in and hisses at the pressure added with pleasure when it's inside with another. so'lek whimpers, continuing to push his deeper and faster so desperate to cum from her pussy alone.

so'lek thought this was impossible but now, it is not. he doesn't want to push it when they've barely begun as a poly relationship. either way he wants to take the leap.

so'lek grabs his queue and shows it to selena and tsu'tey to indicate what he wants. with his other hand around her waist and his lips nibbling her ear, "please....bond with me....i want to feel it."

selena didn't think twice, grabbing tsu'tey's and her braid, showing their tendrils to connect with so'lek's. tsu'tey didn't mind, he was going to share with the other male and willing to accept him as a mate as long they got along.

all three of them connect with each other and a surge of love and passion connects them spiritually as they drown in their love. both males thrust into their mate and take turns in kissing each other. so'lek felt happy and at ease at finally not having one but two mates who will cherish him. he's not alone now.

all three of them came together and lovingly nibbled, kissed, and embraced each other with the warmth of their bodies with their queues still connected.

NOTE : i think i want to make a so'lek fic with tsu'tey after this came to mind 👀

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IM SOBBING REAL TEARS TSU'TEY IS SO SWEET 😭

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'We're a good team. You're lucky to have me.' ♡

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When the party's over

pairing: Baptiste x Mauga

warnings: slightly spicy. nothing explicit, but its implied that they did the horizontal tango before the start of the fic, unrequited love, hurt but no comfort

rating: T

a/n: I wrote this in like 30 minutes, do not judge me. also i have no idea what the interactions between mauga and bap are like in game yet but we can all agree there was some kind of situationship going on, right? also, if you find yourself in Baptiste's position, run girl. you're too good for him

“Don’t you know I’m no good for you?”

Baptiste looked up at Mauga who was lying next to him, both of them naked as the day they were born. He hadn’t meant for it to go this far again, but when his friend had sent him a text asking him to come to the Talon Med Bay at 1 am, what was left of his judgement had gone out the window.

The audacity wasn’t lost on him, however. Mauga was the one that had sent the message, and now he dared to tell him he wasn’t good enough for him.

“Why do you keep contacting me outside of work then?” Baptiste pointed out now.

The tank chuckled. It was the one that Baptiste could barely resist, and he had to force himself not to feel the butterflies in his stomach from it.

“I mean to say,” his companion said, “that you don’t come here expecting there to be feelings and sentiment and that bullshit, right?”

I learned to leave you, can’t afford to.

“Of course not,” Baptiste said. “I’m an adult, Mauga.”

It was a lie, though. Not that he didn’t know there weren’t feelings on Mauga’s part. But that some part of Baptiste, however small it was, really wanted to believe that eventually maybe there could. “But you nearly gave me a heart attack when you told me you got hurt on your latest mission. There are other medics in Talon, you know.”

Mauga smirked. “I know, but none of their bedside manner’s as great as yours. Neither is their, well, should I say post-op care?”

Baptiste snorted despite himself. “I’d hardly call wrapping a few bandages around your wounds an operation. You’re lucky I’d been in the Talon dorms when you texted at all.”

He wasn’t.

Tore my shirt to stop the bleeding

Another smirk, and before he knew it Mauga’s lips were on his own leaving the medic absolutely breathless. It dizzied him and made him see stars. They fit so well together and were always so soft, no matter where he placed them. How could he make him so thoroughly drunk on his scent every time? So absolutely intoxicated with his touch? It was addictive.

 The medic placed his hand on Mauga’s cheek to pull him closer. He wanted to be utterly lost in him, but before it could go any further, the larger man pulled away from the kiss he himself initiated.

“What can I say? You’re my lucky charm.”

He said it so easily, like he hadn’t given Baptiste the kiss of his life. Meanwhile Baptiste fought to keep his breathing under control.

Before he could even get his bearings right after that mind-blowing kiss, he felt rather than saw the bed shift next to him and heard Mauga grunting as he put his clothes back on. The tank must have seen the look on his face because he quirked up one of his eyebrows. “What? Don’t tell me you were expecting me to stay?”

Yes. “No, of course not.”

But nothing ever stops you leaving

Mauga chuckled again. “Thought you’d gone all soft on me, Bap.”

“Never.”

Without so much as a look back, Mauga bid farewell and left the room, taking his warmth with him.

Quiet when I’m coming home, and I’m on my own.

It could’ve been 15 minutes that Baptiste stared at that door. He didn’t know. He hadn’t expected that last kiss. The two of them hardly kissed after. There was never any cuddling, either. A part of him hoped that maybe this was the time he would come back, that he would rush through the door, sweep him off his feet and—

“Jesus, I’m acting like a child,” he muttered to himself. “Really Baptiste? One kiss is all it takes to send you spiraling?”

Yes. Yes, it was.

No, it was better that the arrangement stayed the way it was. For the both of them. The world was a dangerous place, and they couldn’t afford to be distracted. Out there on the field when there were enemies everywhere, even one moment of hesitation could be life and death.

It was better like this. Definitely.

I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

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ミgood loving

🍓pairing: tsu'tey x human fem reader

🍓tags: nsfw, interspecies relationship, size kink, human x na'vi, jake is an embarrassing friend (but we're very grateful to him), oral sex (fem receiving), p in v sex, squirting, overstimulation

🍓word count: 16.6k (when i say i have no self control i mean it)

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reblogs are always enormously appreciated!

The Omaticaya clan gather around the cook fire every evening; communal meals are a huge part of their community, and it had taken quite a while after the expulsion of the RDA before the humans that had stayed on-planet were allowed to take part. It was a huge concession on the part of the clan, but it’s one that is met with great eagerness.

You join the clan for dinner almost every night. It’s taken some trial and error for you to discover what you can and can’t eat; some of the spices and meats don’t agree with human digestive systems, but you thoroughly enjoy the vegetables and sweet fruit desserts.

The company, too, is far more enjoyable than the company back at the science outpost. No offense to the science guys or anything, but you were never very close with any of them and spending extended amounts of time with them made you feel like you were losing your mind. 

No, you much preferred spending time with the Na’vi. 

“Strawberry milkshakes,” You say with a wistful little sigh, lounging by one of the fires.

Jake thinks for a moment, his big blue alien face all scrunched up. It had taken a long while to get used to seeing him like this, but you can still see his human features if you look closely. 

“Gatorade.” He decides at last. “The grape flavoured one.”

It’s a stupid game, listing out the things you miss most from Earth, and you know he’s mostly just humouring you. Jake is more at home here amongst the Na’vi in his Avatar body than he ever was back amongst humans – while you grow nostalgic and wistful, Jake seems as unaffected as if he were recalling a poorly remembered dream.

“Chocolate.” You say, tilting your head back to stare up at the darkening sky. Though it’s past eclipse, the forest is still alive with life – the trees overhead and the moss all around you glows, so beautiful that you wonder, once again, how any of this is real.

“You’ve said chocolate like, three times.” Jake points out, grinning. 

“Yeah, well, I really mean that one.” You sigh.

That makes him laugh, and he reaches out to shove hard at your shoulder. It’s something he used to do a lot when he was human and you had gotten too absorbed in your work at the lab, but now he’s twice your size and strong – you go flying straight off the log you’ve been sitting on and sprawl into the dirt.

“Oh, shit.” As always, he sounds surprised, as though his strength is still catching him unawares. “Sorry.”

You grumble a little as you push yourself up out of the dirt, but you’re not really annoyed. It’s good to see Jake in such good form – being blue and nine feet tall suits him more than his human body ever did, and you can’t drum up any irritation when he’s so visibly happy. 

“Ma’Jake.” A call comes from the forest behind you, and you turn your head.

The sound of Neytiri’s voice and soft footsteps has you trying to push yourself up and look unaffected; she’s always so elegant and composed, and it’s embarrassing to be caught sprawled on the forest floor like an idiot.

But then you catch sight of another figure following behind Neytiri, and you scramble up to your feet so quickly that you nearly overbalance entirely.

Tsu’tey is probably one of the most terrifying people you’ve ever met in your whole life. The Na’vi are all intimidating, courtesy of their enormous size and general dislike of humans, but Tsu’tey seriously takes the cake for being the scariest of all of them. He’s so rarely seen without a scowl on his face, and he tends to radiate an aura of authority and power that’s scary enough to have your knees weakening. And yet, after a period of outright hostility towards you and your kind, he’s finally started to soften just a little. You think your constant presence around the place has finally started to wear him down.

You fancy the hell out of him.

As Neytiri joins Jake and murmurs a soft greeting in his ear, you’re left staring stupidly at Tsu’tey. Damn, he’s so pretty. His proportions are exotically attractive, all broad shoulders and sculpted abdominals and an insanely narrow waist. You hope that it’s not obvious that you’re gaping at him like a fool, but since he’s not blind, you’re sure he notices.

“Hi.” You manage to say, though it comes out a little strangled.

Tsu’tey just looks at you with that same odd expression he always wears around you, as though he doesn’t quite know what to make of you. He's always been a little hostile towards humans, though he's never been anything but polite around you (and maybe a little awkward). You try not to delude yourself into thinking it means anything; most likely, he's trying to be cordial for Jake's sake.

“Demon,” He greets, frowning. “You have a stick in your hair.” 

“Oh,” You breathe, reaching up to bat at it. “Shit.”

That seems to mark the end of his attention towards you, because he turns back towards Jake and Neytiri before sitting opposite them on the log that Jake had accidentally shoved you off. Neytiri had already settled in beside Jake and handed him a waterskin filled with something that makes Jake grimace fondly after he takes a deep drink from it.

For a moment, you hover beside the three sitting Na’vi awkwardly. You’re uncomfortably aware that you’re just a human among them, an interloper on this planet and in this village. You’ve been friends with Jake for a long time now, ever since you both arrived on Pandora, but sometimes moments like this remind you just how much things have changed. Your friend isn’t human anymore, and you feel the familiar pang of loneliness settle deep in your chest.

“Hey, kid, you ever had unilpay?” Jake says suddenly, turning back to you and holding out the waterskin. “Try it.”

You’re startled out of the melancholy sort of air that had settled over you. You had been lost in self-pity, assuming that your presence had been forgotten – it’s a pleasant surprise to find Jake grinning at you as he holds out what you know is the Na’vi version of alcohol made from some sort of fermented sap.

His stupid grin reminds you of old times, and you grab at the waterskin eagerly. It’s probably a terrible idea to try alien alcohol, but you’re seized with the desire to fit in amongst this little group. Besides, you and Jake have never been known for thinking things through – Norm was usually the one to pull the two of you back, and he’s not around right now.

As you take a deep breath before carefully lifting your breathing mask up so you can sip at the unilpay, Tsu’tey continues scowling at you. He’s always so stern, so carefully guarded – you imagine he probably disapproves of you being allowed to join in on Omaticaya customs.

“Is that wise?” Tsu’tey asks, looking to Jake with a frown. 

Jake just snorts. “She’s had worse than this.”

That makes you snort too, and you don’t argue as you sip at the drink that he’s offered you. It’s far sweeter than you had expected, with a thick texture that coats your mouth and throat like syrup. It’s missing the acridity that you associate with human alcohol, but you can feel the familiar burn that you associate with alcohol creeping up your throat and into your nose, making you cough.

You hurry to press your mask back to your face as you cough and reach out to pass the waterskin back to Jake. “Damn, that’s strong.”

Jake takes it back then passes it to Tsu’tey, who drinks from it deeply. It looks as though he’s gotten over his disapproval of you drinking the Na’vi alcohol, at least for now, and you take the opportunity to subtly admire the soft bobbing of his throat as he drinks.

“I thought of something else,” Jake says, drawing your attention away from Tsu’tey. 

You glance at him, surprised yet undeniably delighted that he hasn’t forgotten about you entirely now that Neytiri and Tsu’tey have arrived.

“Oh yeah?”

The grin on Jake’s face is all teeth, and in this moment he looks more like his human-self than he has in a long time. 

“A nice, iced beer.” He drawls, looking immensely satisfied with himself.

Your mouth twitches, delighted that he’s still engaging in your silly little game. “I was always more of a cocktail girl myself.”

Jake laughs and nods in approval. “Oh yeah, good point. How good does a Sex on the Beach sound right now?”

Beside him on the log, Tsu’tey chokes on the unilpay. His expression betrays his shock, and the beads in his hair all clack together as his head whips around to stare at Jake in disbelief. Neytiri looks similarly surprised, but she seems to be familiar enough with Jake’s human idiosyncrasies that she’s willing to wait for an explanation.

You start to giggle, both in response to Jake’s comment and to Tsu’tey’s reaction. “Yeah, that does sound pretty good.”

Tsu’tey looks rather scandalised, and he whips around to watch Neytiri for a reaction. She’s too busy watching Jake with a narrow-eyed expression that’s scary enough that you wonder how Jake doesn’t realise that he’s in danger.

Taking pity on the two of them, you explain. “It’s a type of drink from Earth. Like this.” You gesture at the waterskin. “But sweeter and fruity.”

Neytiri’s face softens in understanding, and her shoulders relax as she leans against Jake once more. Tsu’tey, meanwhile, is still looking a little confused – mercifully, he drops it, and instead begins passing the waterskin around again.

For the next two hours or so, you sit with the trio of Na’vi in the flickering firelight. Your initial anxiety that they didn’t want you around begins to fade slowly but surely. It’s a little awkward at first, but Jake makes an obvious attempt to include you in conversations and soon you’re relaxed and happy in their presence. 

The three of them are so big that they take up most of the space on the log, but Jake manages to squeeze you in to sit in between him and Tsu’tey. You side-eyed him heavily at the time (he knows exactly what he’s doing, you just know it, but Jake pretends that he’s gone temporarily blind to your scowling), but now you’ve relaxed into the warmth radiating from their stupidly big bodies.

You can probably attribute your newfound relaxation to the effects of the unilpay – you feel comfortably loose and calm, your thoughts coming slow and easy as you lean into Jake’s side on the log. It’s not the same kind of tipsiness that you’re used to with Earth alcohol, but rather a softer and more comfortable sort of easy-going tranquility.

 For the most part, the three Na’vi converse among themselves. You’re content just to sit in the light of the crackling fire as you bask in the warmth of the smoky forest air, listening to the conversations going on over your head. They speak almost exclusively in Na’vi, but thankfully your language skills have improved massively since you’ve arrived on Pandora – you’re able to follow along with minimal difficulty.

The unilpay has made you a little sleepy, and your eyelids feel heavy as you relax into your little spot between Jake and Tsu’tey. You’re grateful for how easy the evening feels; sitting in their company feels effortless in a way that you’ve been missing dearly. Since Jake had left to live full-time with the Omaticaya, you’ve found yourself without any close friends among the rest of the humans in the outpost.

You may not be as familiar with Neytiri and Tsu’tey, but you still feel comfortable enough in the cosy light of the fire that there’s no awkwardness between the four of you.

Or at least, almost no awkwardness.

“What about Saeyla?” Jake is asking, his eyebrows wagging cheekily as he speaks to Tsu’tey over the top of your head.

A significant portion of your sleepiness had vanished the second Jake had started teasing Tsu’tey about the women in the clan. It had taken everything in you to keep from visibly perking right up at the topic – it’s a little embarrassing to be so goddamn invested in his answer, and even more embarrassing to feel the little embers of jealousy stirring in your chest, as if you would ever stand a chance with him. God, you’re so stupid. 

Neytiri clicks her tongue, answering in Tsu’tey’s place. “No. She is too arrogant, not suited well to him.”

Tsu’tey rolls his eyes, but looks amused at Neytiri’s insistence on answering for him. “It is as Neytiri says. I have no interest in her, and I have already denied her.”

“Ninat, then.” Neytiri says, raising the waterskin to her mouth and smiling coyly over the top of it. “She would make a fine mate.”

It doesn’t escape your notice that Jake’s eyes keep straying to her as though he can hardly stand to tear his gaze away from her, and you feel something in you ache wistfully at the sight of it. You’ve never looked at Jake in any sort of romantic sense – he’s only ever been your closest friend, but seeing that soft look in his eye has you wishing for a relationship like that for yourself. 

Pandora can be a lonely place for a human so far from home. Your eyes slide back up to Tsu’tey, though he doesn’t seem to notice. If anything, he seems to be avoiding looking at you.

Tsu’tey hums, giving it some thought. You try to keep yourself as unobtrusive as possible, curling into the side of Jake’s big avatar body and trying to hide the little glances you keep shooting up at Tsu’tey’s face as he considers Ninat as a potential mate.

“She would.” He says at last, but he doesn’t sound particularly enthused about it. “But I do not desire her, either.”

You have to try not to let your emotions show on your face. It would be stupid to get your hopes up about anything to do with Tsu’tey. He may not be Olo’eyktan anymore, having handed that mantle over to Jake during his near brush with death, but he’s still a significant figure within the village. 

His reputation is important, and he is so careful with what he says and does and how he interacts with the world around him. Even if he was able to get over his distaste for the entire human race, it’s not likely that he’d deign to lower himself to your level.

Maybe Jake can tell that he’s not going to get any juicy gossip out of Tsu’tey, because then he turns to look down at you. You recognise that glint in his eye, and find yourself tensing where you’re trapped in between the two big Na’vi men.

“What about you?” He asks, a grin beginning to grow across his face. “Max mentioned you went on a little date last week with that guy you were seeing. What was his name again? Toby, or something?”

Your eyes narrow. “There is no way he told you that.”

“He did.” He says smugly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You push yourself up with a sigh so that you’re not leaning into his side so much anymore. This means that you’re pressed a little closer to Tsu’tey, but you’re too preoccupied with being the sole focus of Jake’s attention to be self-conscious about it – it always means trouble when he’s focused on you like this.

“Because it was a bust, obviously, and all you’ve ever done is complain about him.” You say, scowling at him.

God, you just know Jake is bringing this up in front of Tsu’tey to try and fluster you. He’s such a dick – you’re gonna kick his ass later.

“You didn’t get lucky?”

Your eyes widen, and you immediately slap at his arm hard. Your smacking at him doesn’t seem to phase him in the slightest; he doesn’t even move away from you, just snickering as you slap at his arms. 

“Asshole!” You hiss at him. “Don’t ask me that in front of other people!”

The blank expressions on Tsu’tey and Neytiri’s faces are proof enough that they have no idea what that particular human phrase means, but that isn’t enough to ease your mortification.

“We’re all friends here.” Jake says, swatting your slapping hands away with ease. “No need to be embarrassed. What, was it not good?”

Oh, he’s doing this on purpose. He knows that you’re embarrassed, and he’s enjoying watching you squirm beside Tsu’tey. You are so going to get him back for this later. 

“We didn’t fuck.” You say bluntly, fighting past the burn in your cheeks so you can glare at him. “It wasn’t worth it.”

You can feel Tsu’tey react from beside you, but you’re not brave enough to turn and look at his face. Oh god, you don’t want to know what he thinks of this conversation. No doubt his face is all scrunched up in his usual expression of disgust, and you don’t think you can handle seeing it right now.

Jake clicks his tongue, though he’s clearly amused. “If he was bad in bed, you should have just told him. I told you that faking orgasms wouldn’t end up well – you’ve given him a big head now-”

“I told you not to tell anyone about that!” You hiss, taking a swipe at his head. Infuriatingly, even though you’re all sitting down he’s still too tall for you to reach him as he just leans back.

Because Jake is an asshole, he just laughs. And to think you had just been feeling so grateful for his friendship. Now you just want to throttle him.

Neytiri leans forward so that she can see you around the bulk of Jake’s body, her brow all furrowed. After a brief hesitation, she hands the waterskin out to you. 

“I do not understand,” She says as you take it. “He does not pleasure you, but you pretend that he does?”

Oh, sweet fucking lord. You push your mask up and chug at the unilpay, relishing the sweet burn in the back of your throat and praying that you somehow blackout in the next couple of seconds. The next time you manage to get Jake alone, you’re going to break his kneecaps. 

Your plan to drink yourself into oblivion is cut short when Tsu’tey’s big hand wraps around the waterskin and tugs it away from your mouth. Disgruntled, you let him take it and press your breathing mask hastily back over your face – you’re still not able to look up at his expression.

“Some guys don’t know how to please women.” Jake answers for you, his arm looping around Neytiri’s shoulders as he leans in to murmur into her ear. “Lucky we don’t have that problem, huh?”

“Ma’Jake.” Neytiri scolds, but she doesn’t really sound angry. If anything, she sounds pleased, as though she’s only chastening him for public appearances. Sickening.

The unilpay is strong, enough so that it mellows out some of the furious embarrassment that had felt as though it were choking you. It’s not quite a feeling of drunkenness, but it relaxes you enough that you feel pleasantly loose and tipsy.

“Is this a problem for Sky People?” Neytiri asks, apparently unwilling to let the subject go. “Not being able to please their women? They are not good lovers?”

You try not to wince. Fuck, this is so humiliating. It’s one thing joking about this with Jake – he’s your best friend, and he’s always poked fun at you for shit like this. You probably could have handled Neytiri’s questions too, though not without a little embarrassment. 

But the real source of your burning mortification is sitting to your immediate left; Tsu’tey’s body dwarfs you where you’re sitting, and his silence during this conversation is worse than anything he could have said.

“No,” Jake hurries to answer his mate, apparently concerned about what she might think about him and his own ability in bed. “No, it’s only a few-”

“I’ve never been with a man who’s a ‘good lover’,” You interrupt. Admittedly, you just say it to get a little vengeance on Jake for bringing up this conversation in the first place, but you’re still being truthful. “They’re always clumsy, rough, and totally fucking unaware of themselves, just hammering away at a vagina. They just turn into a sweaty animal hunched over you and grunting “baby you like that?” directly in your ear as they breathe all over you. It's not pleasant.”

Neytiri wrinkles her nose at the mental image that seems to conjure in her head. “Ah.”

“Damn,” Jake whistles, his eyes darting at something over your head before his grin widens impossibly further. “Someone’s frustrated.”

This time it’s Neytiri that swats at him, to your delight. Jake’s ears actually lower this time as he glances at her, but even the risk of Neytiri’s displeasure isn’t enough to shut him up for long.

“I’m just saying, obviously the guys you’ve been with have got no game.” Jake insists, making you scoff.

“Oh, and you know all about pleasing women?” 

Neytiri hums. “He is quite good at it.”

Your face collapses into a scowl, unable to control your expression, and Tsu’tey grunts in disgust beside you. Well, this is just typical. How did the attention all land so squarely on you, anyway? You had just been trying your best to keep to yourself and enjoy your damn evening.

Jake looks stupidly smug now, his arm slung around Neytiri tugging her closer to him. 

“What makes Sky demons good at mating, then?” Neytiri asks with poorly disguised interest. For all her distrust around the human scientists that have remained on the planet, she’s clearly curious – you can only guess that her interest stems from wanting to understand Jake’s human roots.

You can feel Tsu’tey shift beside you, and shrink down a little in the little crevice that you’re crammed into between him and Jake. Fuck, he must be so uncomfortable right now. You’re surprised that he hasn’t just stormed off yet, considering the topic of conversation.

It’s a small mercy that Jake answers in your stead, because you feel so mortifyingly aware of Tsu’tey’s big, overwhelming presence looming beside you.

“Easy,” Jake says pompously, smiling in self-satisfaction. “Three specific qualities.” He holds up three fingers, counting them out. “Excellent at foreplay, good stroke game, eats pussy.”

“Oh my god,” You groan, but you can’t suppress the laugh that bubbles out of you. “You’re disgusting.”

“I do not know this word.” Tsu’tey says suddenly. “Pussy. What does it mean?”

It’s the first time that he’s spoken in a while, ever since the conversation had turned towards human sex, and you’re mortified that this is the first question he’s asked. You choke, and Tsu’tey’s big honey-coloured eyes slide to you as you splutter, as though he’s curious about your reactions.

When Jake translates the word into Na’vi, Tsu’tey’s expression melts into understanding. “Yes, I see. And the other words? What do they mean?”

Jake’s expression turns sly. “Let me explain-”

That’s just about all you can take, and you struggle to wriggle your way out from between the two of them. “Alright! I think that’s my cue to go to bed!”

Jake is still laughing as you push yourself to your feet, but the majority of your attention is taken up by the way Tsu’tey is staring at you. He clearly can’t understand your reaction, which only humiliates you further. 

The Na’vi are so much more open about sex and relationships than humans are, viewing it as just a fact of life. It’s clear that neither he nor Neytiri can understand why you’re so embarrassed by this conversation, but Jake finds the whole thing absolutely hilarious. 

“You don’t want to help me explain foreplay to Tsu’tey?” He asks faux-innocently, his head tilting to the side as his lips tug in a grin.

“Jake.” You hiss at him, eyes narrowing. “I am going to fuck you up later, I swear to god.”

Jake looks as though he’s winding himself up to make another stupid comment, but a sharp look from Neytiri has him changing his mind. You’re impossibly grateful for her; you always thought she didn’t like you, but her intervention now along with her somewhat sympathetic expression has you wondering if perhaps she likes you more than you had thought. Or maybe she’s showing sympathy towards Tsu’tey; her gaze is darting over your head at his face, after all.

You take your opportunity to flee before anyone can say anything else. You’ve already suffered enough embarrassment tonight, you think as you bid them a hasty goodbye before beating a retreat.

As you disappear into the trees, you hear Tsu’tey’s voice murmuring, “Sky people have much shame when it comes to mating. It is strange.”

The water is warm and earthy-smelling, crystal clear as it laps against your skin like wet silk. The hot springs are like an open secret among the Omaticaya, and it had been with great delight that Jake had shown you how to get to them beneath the shelter of an arched cave weeks ago.

Unilpay may not have been like any human alcohol you had ever experienced, but the hangover you had woken up with the next morning was very familiar. Amidst the dull throbbing of your head and the light nausea, you decide that the only thing that could possibly help was a bath.

Now that you’re submerged in the silky hot water of the natural spring, you think that it just might have been the best idea you’ve ever had. Your face is flushed with a light sheen of sweat from the heat of the water, and you have your head pillowed in your arms where you’re half-hanging over one of the moss-covered rocks that line the pool.

It really is beautiful in here. The entire cavern is dimly illuminated by phosphorescent algae growing in the water and along the dampest patches of the walls, glowing a luminous blue. Along the rocky ceiling, it grows and glows like stars. Even the rocks glow a soft shade of green, padded by a soft, cushy sort of moss.

You’re lucky too that you’ve come to the springs so early in the morning. It’s rare to find them empty, and you delight in the fact that you’re able to enjoy the blissful solitude. The only problem is now that you’re alone, there’s no way to escape your thoughts.

The conversation from the night before keeps repeating inside your head, and every time it replays you find yourself sinking lower and lower into the rock you’re laying on. The unilpay must have been really dampening your reactions, because in the light of day the mortification is positively staggering.

Having a conversation about disappointing sex would be one thing, but to have that same conversation in front of Tsu’tey? The most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen in your life? The man already thinks that you’re a demon, and the thought of him sitting there and listening to a conversation about your embarrassingly disappointing sex life makes you want to curl up into a ball and die.

How are you ever going to look him in the eye again? You know that Jake had started that stupid conversation on purpose, just to embarrass you – he knows about your silly little crush, and never fails to poke fun at you when he can.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by the sound of bare feet scuffling against rock, and you blink your bleary eyes open and squint through the curling steam rising from the water.

For a moment, you think that what you’re seeing is a figment of your imagination conjured by the fact that you had just been thinking of him.

But then Tsu’tey keeps stepping forward, approaching the pool of water, and you realise that he is very real and very present.

“Hello, tawtute.” He greets, sounding bizarrely casual. It’s as if he had expected to see you here.

You startle, both at his presence and the fact that he’s actually greeting you. Your brain has stalled a little from his surprise arrival, and so it takes you a long time to comprehend exactly what he could be here for.

It’s only when his long fingers reach for the ties of his tewng that you fully register that you’re both in the hot springs for one reason – a bath.

“Oh!” You blurt stupidly, averting your gaze. Your entire upper body is exposed as you lay across the mossy rock with only your legs submerged in the water, but you’re quick to push yourself off and drop back into the pool in an effort to cover yourself.

Your modesty is wasted on him. The Na’vi are comfortable in their own skin, and nudity isn’t a taboo in their culture in the same way it is for humans. He barely even looks at you as he walks his way into the pool, though you can’t keep your own gaze from trailing back towards him.

The loincloth was the only thing he had removed. The rest of his jewelry remains tied around his neck and forearms, and you glance appreciatively at his narrow waist and the delicate white glowing freckles all over his firm pectoral muscles. He’s not the first Na’vi male you’ve seen nude, but this is the first one you’ve really wanted to see.

His legs are long and lean, and you try not to stare at his thighs as they flex when he wades into the hot water of the pool. Your eyes jump away when they reach the junction of his thighs, but not before catching a glimpse of what he’s packing there.

A little panicked, you duck down into the water until you’re submerged up to your nose, your gaze averted. Nudity may not be taboo to the Na’vi, but it still carries taboo connotations to you, especially considering this is a man that you’re attracted to.

You try to stifle your reaction as best as you can – it would be all too humiliating to have him realise just how you’re looking at him.

“I’m sorry,” You blurt, raising your arms so you can cross them over your chest. “I didn’t know there was anyone else here, but I was just leaving-”

Tsu’tey spares you a glance, though his eyes don’t linger on you. You can’t decide if the lack of attention is reassuring or insulting. 

“Stay.” He grunts, wading further into the centre of the pool, further than you had dared to go. It’s far deeper there, the water lapping steadily at his shoulders. 

He doesn’t say anything further, and so you end up hovering awkwardly in the shallow end of the pool with your back pressed up against the mossy rock you had been laying on. Though Tsu’tey isn’t paying you any attention, you keep your arms pressed tight to your chest in a weak attempt to cover your breasts.

Tsu’tey sighs softly as his shoulders relax in the warm water, one of his hands cupping the back of his neck as he rolls his head on his neck. The cave is quiet, the sounds of the softly bubbling water amplified against the wet rock walls, and you feel terribly self-conscious as you watch him dip himself in the water.

“You left quickly last night.” He says, his quiet voice almost lost amidst the soft sounds of the water.

You blink. It takes a moment for you to understand – he so rarely initiated conversation with you, always preferring to simply watch you in silence as you talked away.

“Oh.” You feel your face grow hot, and attempt to dip even lower in the water. “Right. Sorry about that. Um, Jake loves fucking around like that. He’s not very funny though.”

Tsu’tey hums, though his mouth quirks in amusement. “He is not funny,” He agrees. “But I learned much about human males. I did not realise they were so disappointing.”

“Oh my god.” You mutter faintly, eyes widening. The only thing you can think of that’s more embarrassing than standing in front of Tsu’tey naked is continuing the conversation about your disappointing lovers as you both stand nude in a bath.

Your soft exclamation draws his attention, and this time his eyes linger on your face. 

“Their inability to please you causes you shame?” He wonders.

You almost choke, recoiling a little at that question. Fuck, you always forget how blunt the Na’vi are, and Tsu’tey is even more straight-forward than most. But still, you’ve never spoken to him like this before. Yet here he is, asking you a very personal question indeed.

“I- I guess.” You manage to say, though it comes out a little strained. “I mean- it is a little embarrassing.”

Tsu’tey has hardly blinked as he watches you, and the intensity of his stare makes you unbelievably nervous. It takes everything you have not to fidget as he watches you; it feels as though he’s reading your thoughts right off your face.

Finally, after an impossibly long moment, he grunts dismissively before wading towards the edge of the pool. You watch him go, squinting to see what he’s doing as he reaches for something hidden among the glowing flora growing around the hot springs.

When he pulls back, there’s some sort of glowing flower clasped in his hand. It’s a pretty pink colour, luminous against Tsu’tey’s vibrant blue skin. You watch with interest as he dips it in the water before beginning to rub it along his arms and chest. You can’t see any point to it, and you squint curiously as he massages his skin with the silky petals.

“What is that?” You’re finally brave enough to ask. 

“Yursyulang.” Tsu’tey says, though he doesn’t raise his head to look at you. “The flowers are used to wash.”

You don’t reply, too distracted by the fact that his hands are now dipping lower in the water so he can wash at his thighs. You look away hastily, growing flustered, before turning to take a look at the vegetation growing around the edge of the pool just behind you. 

Sure enough, there are a few of the delicate flowers growing in the crevices between the rocks all around the pool.

You pluck one, peering at it carefully. The petals are a little bit waxy, though when they come into contact with your wet fingers the waxy texture turns oily. The stamen protrudes from between the petals, dropping white pollen all over your fingers.

Experimentally, you swipe the flower over your arm. It leaves an odd trail of oily residue in its wake, and you squint at it in confusion. 

When you look up again, you’re surprised to find that Tsu’tey has stepped much closer to you. You reach up to cover your chest again, startled.

“You are using it wrong.” He says bluntly, reaching for the flower in your hand. “Give it.”

You hand it over without a word, though you can’t figure out what he wants with it. You don’t think you’d be able to argue with him even if you tried.

He steps closer again, and you take a nervous step back. The mossy rock presses against your spine, halting your retreat. Tsu’tey steps forward again, before reaching for your arm.

You let him take it, taking a breath and holding it as his thick four-fingered hand closes around your wrist. Even in the heat of the pool, his touch feels scorching. 

“Like this.” He murmurs, gripping the flower and stroking it softly over the skin of your arm. 

Your mouth goes dry, and you watch with wide and confused eyes as he cups his hand in the water and pours it over the oily residue left by the flower petals. The water causes it to emulsify, turning milky against your skin.

By all rights, that should have been the end of his little demonstration. But to your bewilderment, he just keeps going. He’s more gentle than you would have guessed by his size and scowl, and you feel your already traitorous heart shiver and grow even softer. 

The yursyulang leaves your arm feeling clean but soft, without the usual dried-out feeling you get from soap.

You swallow thickly as his touch glides up your arm and over your shoulder, the silky sensation of the flower on your collarbones making you shiver despite the heat in the pool. 

When Tsu’tey speaks again you jolt, startled as the peaceful quiet of the cave is broken.

“You are too little,” He murmurs, one of his fingers tracing over your collarbone. “It is difficult to reach. Come here.”

He lowers himself down to your level, and your eyes follow him as he sits on a stone ledge built into the side of the pool. He gestures at you to come closer, and you follow his direction mindlessly. You spare a brief moment to wonder if you’re imagining this, but you really don’t care – you’re willing to soak up any little bit of attention he’s willing to give you.

You let out a soft noise of surprise when he grips your arm and pulls you up onto the ledge next to him. You hurry to cover your breasts again, despite the fact that he’s made no move to glance down.

“Why do you do this?” He wonders, reaching forward and tugging at your forearm where it’s held tight to your chest. 

“Um-” Your laugh is high-pitched and nervous, and you wince at the sound of it. “Humans aren’t as confident in their bodies as the Na’vi tend to be, I guess.”

He hums, then reaches out and drags the yursyulang across your chest, just over the swell of your breasts. You take a sharp inhale through your nose at the touch, though there don’t seem to be any ulterior motives behind it.

“Your people are strange.” He murmurs, cupping more water and letting it drip over your chest. “You do not like your own bodies, you do not connect with nature, you do not touch each other. It is no wonder that tawtute males are bad lovers.”

“Oh my god,” You roll your eyes, but you think he just might have a point. “Can we stop talking about this?”

Tsu’tey’s mouth twitches, and he tugs at your arm one more time. Reluctantly, you allow your arms to drop. This time, he does look at your tits, and you feel hyper-aware of the way your nipples have firmed up in the steamy air as he touches you.

“I have been thinking about what Jakesully said last night,” He murmurs, gliding his hand lower over the swell of your breasts. “He explained, after you were gone.”

You stare at him, wondering if you were imagining the tension that’s singing between the two of you. Why is he bringing this up now? He had been so quiet last night that you had just assumed he was as disgusted as he usually was around humans. You can hardly believe he’s touching you right now, and voluntarily too, as he brings up the subject again.

“I’m… not altogether sure I want to know what he said.” You admit a little hesitantly.

He chuckles at that, and startles you by closing his hands around your hips and hoisting you up over his lap. You end up sitting with your legs splayed around one of his thighs, your hands pressed against his chest as you grab at him for balance.

You let out a weird warble of surprise as he settles you firmly on his thigh, but he doesn’t seem to notice your bewilderment at all. He’s still acting as though what he’s doing is perfectly normal, and maybe it is.

Maybe you’re the one being weird. Communal bathing is normal among the Na’vi, and you know that it’s considered a type of bonding for them too. Maybe this act of washing you is supposed to symbolise his acceptance of you among the clan? 

“Tsu’tey,” You whisper, your brow furrowing in confusion as he washes your stomach. “What’s happening right now?”

One of his arms winds around your waist, and you melt against him when he drags the yursyulang over the bare skin of your back. His grip is so strong, his hand so large and warm that it makes your thoughts scatter into nothingness.

“You do not like me touching you?” He asks. His voice is a little huskier than usual, but he still sounds unbelievably casual considering the position the two of you are in. 

"That's- no, I don't mean that-"

It doesn't seem as though Tsu’tey is paying the slightest bit of mind to the way you’re getting flustered, because he just gives you a careless little smirk as his head tilts. He moves like a particularly graceful cat, and you shift a little nervously on his thigh.

"No?" His lips are beginning to curve up into a tiny, amused smile as he watches you scramble. "You seem confused."

You take a little breath in a weak attempt to collect yourself. You feel overheated and shivery, your thoughts slow and soupy. Fuck, you’re aroused. It’s the worst time possible to be sitting naked in Tsu’tey’s lap, and you’re just so grateful that the water your lower half is submerged in is covering how you’ve grown slick and sticky.

His gentle touch all over your body in the name of washing is one thing, but when one of his hands slides up into your hair you freeze. 

You may not have been certain about the connotations of bathing, but you know perfectly well what the connotations of him washing your hair is. This is an intimate touch on a level that you’re not sure a human could ever understand – a Na’vi’s hair is especially revered considering the proximity to their neural queue. This is a touch that is usually reserved for family or for mates.

When you glance up at his face, you find that he’s already watching you with those intense amber eyes of his, as though trying to read you for a reaction.

“Tsu’tey?” You ask, your voice wobbling a little. “Is this- I mean, are you-?”

“I have been thinking,” He interrupts, his blunt fingers massaging at your scalp. “About your unworthy human mate.”

“They’re not-” You begin, your eyes fluttering shut as he scratches softly through the roots of your hair. “He’s not my mate.”

Tsu’tey grunts, though he sounds pleased as one of his hands drifts low over your belly with the yursyulang. 

“Good. It does not sound like there are any tawtute males worthy of mating with.” 

You laugh, breathless and a little awkward as you try to pretend that your stomach hasn’t just clenched up like a fist at the feeling of his hand trailing over your navel.

“Well,” Your murmur, a little wryly. “Maybe if human men had to go through a big rite of passage before choosing a mate, they’d be a little more appreciative.”

Tsu’tey’s brow crinkles slightly. “They do not deserve iknimaya. And they do not deserve a mate.”

You laugh again, but this time it comes out strangled and weak. You’re beginning to get far too flustered sitting in his lap like this, but you can’t work up the willpower to clamber off him. Does he even realise that the way he’s touching you is considered sexually intimate for humans? You’re naked for god’s sake.

But then he must realise, you think. He’s washing your hair, and that’s a huge display of intimacy for Na’vi. Is there something you’re missing here?

Then he speaks again, and your doubts are very firmly shattered.

“I want to give you pleasure.” He says. His voice is low and rumbly and quiet, and yet in the quiet of the cave he may as well have been shouting. “Since you have never experienced it with a lover.”

You goggle at him like an absolute moron. Your thoughts have gone utterly, totally blank. It’s like your brain has been shocked into a hard reboot, and you stare uncomprehendingly as his words sink in. He watches you right back, the picture of patience. The only sign of his impatience is the flick of his ear.

Before you can answer, he buries his face into your neck and lays a hot, biting kiss against the sensitive flesh just beneath your jaw. You jerk in his lap, eyes blowing wide at the feeling of his hot, rough tongue and his sharp teeth. 

Oh god, this is actually happening. He’s actually touching you, kissing you, holding you. 

“What about Ninat?” You ask stupidly, then curse yourself. Why the fuck are you bringing up Ninat? Talk about self-sabotage.

Tsu’tey doesn’t even bother to respond immediately. He just takes a hold of your hips and lifts, gathering you into his strong arms effortlessly as he stands in the water. The movement comes as a surprise, and you clutch at him with wide eyes as he turns and settles you down on the same moss-covered rock you had been lounging on beside the pool when he had first come in.

Now that you’re no longer in the hot water, gooseflesh breaks out all over your skin and your nipples firm up obviously. You shiver a little as you watch his eyes drift down over your breasts and linger, before dropping lower over your belly.

“What about her?” He asks at last, though he seems to get distracted by the way your thighs are rubbing together.

You push yourself up to a sitting position on the mossy rock, your fingers curling into the soft vegetation. “Didn’t you say you were courting her?”

“No.” Tsu’tey says bluntly, crawling up onto the rock beside you and situating himself between your legs as he leans in to kiss your collarbones. “I did not say this. I am not courting anybody yet, despite my efforts.”

When his mouth drifts lower over your breasts, you forget your train of thought entirely. His tongue is big and rough as he licks over your nipple. He’s big enough that when he goes to take your breast into his mouth, he covers almost the entire swell of it. 

You push your chest into the wet heat of his mouth with a soft breath, but then he reaches up and pushes you right back down. His strength takes you by surprise, and all you can do is lay there and gasp as he licks at your tits like a man starving.

“Oh fuck.” You breathe, raising your hand to cup the back of his head. Your fingers wind into his braids, clutching at them as he bites unmistakable hickeys into your tits.

Even through your mask, you can tell he smells like the sweet-scented flower he had been using to bathe. The pleasant smell goes to your head, leaving you all hazy and wanting.

When Tsu’tey’s mouth leaves you, you nearly whine out a complaint. He hardly gives you an opportunity to make a sound though, because his hands keep running all over your body. The pads of his fingers trace over your shoulders, his palms coast over your breasts and belly, he grips and gently squeezes at the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Jakesully-” Tsu’tey begins, before pausing. A small frown furrows his brow, and he seems to be struggling with how to phrase his next words. “He courted you? Before he became one of the People?”

The shock of that question causes you to jolt, startled right out of your dazed state of arousal. 

“What?” You almost screech, attempting to sit up. Tsu’tey’s hand closes around your waist, keeping you still, but you still manage to scowl up at him in utter bewilderment. “No, fuck! We’re friends! We’ve always been friends! It’s not like that at all!”

Tsu’tey’s shoulders loosen, as though some tension you hadn’t even noticed he was carrying is beginning to leak away. “Ah. He seemed... familiar with your pleasure. Or lack of it.”

"We talk! Jesus-"

You’re still a little shell-shocked by the question as Tsu’tey returns to pressing kisses down the length of your stomach. Why would he have asked you that? Surely it was obvious that you and Jake were just friends? Neytiri would have struck you down if you were anything more, you were sure. 

You’re so preoccupied with your thoughts that it takes a moment to realise that Tsu’tey has stopped trailing kisses down your belly. Instead he’s come to a halt, and you can feel him staring down between your legs. The sudden interest has your breath catching and your cheeks burning.

When you try to close your thighs, his hands clamp firmly around your legs to keep you spread open and still. 

“You have hair here.” He comments, his brow all puckered in bewilderment as he reaches a finger out and drags it through the curls of your pubic hair.

“Yeah.” You say stupidly. You imagine it must look bizarre to one of the Na’vi, who are naturally hairless everywhere except for the thick, glossy hair on their heads.

“What is its purpose?”

You open your mouth, and then slowly close it, then open it again. “I, uh… I don’t know, really. It grows when humans reach puberty.”

He cards a finger through it, eyes sharp and curious. It’s a pretty weak explanation, but Tsu’tey seems satisfied enough with it. 

His touches grow bolder, his fingers moving with purpose down towards your swollen cunt. You had just started to curse yourself for not shaving, but then the pads of his fingers run over the puffy hood of your clit and you moan quietly as your thoughts scatter.

You pleasured little sounds seem to encourage him, because his touches get bolder. His fingers trace over the contours of your cunt, in between the slick folds as though testing to see how wet you are, before returning to your clit again. 

His other hand wanders down towards your legs, and he hooks his fingers around the soft pudge of your thigh. He squeezes lightly, and makes a soft grunt of amusement.

“Are all Sky People so soft?” He wonders, pressing his face into the swell of your tits as his mouth curves up in a smirk.

You don’t even answer, raising your hand to cup the back of his neck in an attempt to keep his head where it is. Your stomach is twisting in excitement and arousal, your chest heaving as you attempt to keep your breath steady inside your breathing mask. God, you want his mouth on your tits again.

He seems to know what you’re thinking, because he lifts his head up to grin at you. You’ve never seen him so expressive before – he’s usually so blank-faced and scowly, so to see his sharp teeth all bared in a wild grin, the skin around his eyes crinkling, nearly takes your breath away.

He kisses your left breast again, his rough-textured tongue rasping over your nipple and making you let out a soft, breathy little whimper.

“You like this.” He murmurs. There’s a little bit of wonderment in his voice, as though he’s pleasantly surprised by your reaction.

“Yeah,” You breathe, a little embarrassed. “It feels good. But- could you-”

He kisses your other tit, nipping gently at the underside of it, before lifting his face to look at you again. That amused expression hasn’t faltered at all, and one corner of his mouth twitches up into a smirk as he watches you struggle to express your desires.

“I will do what you wish,” He murmurs, “But you must tell me first.”

He bows his head and drags his nose up along your breastbone towards your collarbones. His breath tickles at your wet skin, and his plump lips trace little kisses all over you as he goes. He’s so gentle, but his touch feels positively electric and leaves a line of goosebumps breaking out in his wake.

You feel like you’ve been clubbed over the head. You’ve been crushing on Tsu’tey for so long, but never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined a situation like this, with him looming large and imposing between your legs and asking how you want him to please you.

What the fuck? You think wildly, before shoving your confusion aside. Who cares how you got here – you’re going to seize this opportunity with both hands.

“Will you touch me again?” You breathe, reaching down and wrapping your fingers around his large wrist. His hand is still between your legs, though it’s gone still as he waits for you to direct him. “My- my clit, just there-”

His ears twitch, and then he shifts and pushes himself down your body. He only pauses when his head is level with your hips, and you see his nostrils flare as he scents you between your legs.

Though you had asked him to touch you, your legs twitch shut as you try to close your thighs. You want him so badly, but it’s mortifying to see him sniffing at you like that.

He clicks his tongue, and grabs at your thighs to press them open again. He’s so strong, and regardless of how gentle he’s being you don’t stand a chance at resisting him. As soon as he has your legs splayed out wide once again, his head bullies its way between your thighs and keeps you all spread open. 

You can hear him breathing you in, taking deep eager breaths as he snuffles at your cunt before leaning in closer. His breathing sounds positively desperate, as though he’s just short of hyperventilating.

“You smell sweet, tawtute,” He groans, leaning his head against the plushness of your thigh. “I did not expect this.” 

Your clit is aching so hard that it feels like your whole cunt is pulsing between your legs. Honestly, a significant part of you had expected to be manhandled and fucked within an inch of your life after he had declared his intention to please you; that’s what the men you’ve encountered before have considered pleasing you, after all. And while you’re a little terrified to think about the sheer size of the weapon he’s got between his legs, that doesn’t seem to be what Tsu’tey is planning at all.

Instead, he demonstrates an abundance of patience as he spends his time mapping out every inch of your flesh with his hands, pressing kisses all along the inside of your thighs. You shiver under the attention, shuffling a little as you spread your legs wider; your self-consciousness is forgotten in your eagerness to feel his mouth on you properly.

Finally, finally, he nips and kisses his way up to the meeting of your thighs and lays his hot, eager tongue along the heat of your cunt. His tongue is… not particularly soft. It has a rough, almost sand-papery texture, though it’s slick and wet and it feels so, so good against your swollen and over-heated flesh.

“Oh, fuck!” You wheeze, tossing your head back against the squishy moss that coats the rock beneath you. 

When you wiggle a little, trying to encourage his mouth a little higher, his hands grasp at your thighs hard to keep you still.

“Relax, demon,” He rumbles against you, mouth curving up in a sharp grin. “Be patient. You will have your pleasure.”

It’s a different sensation to anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s not the first time you’ve been eaten out, of course. You’ve had partners offer in the past, but it had never done much for you. Your last partner would only do it to get you wet, and then his focus would switch without preamble to getting his cock inside you. You had never experienced a tongue that played between your legs with such obvious relish before.

As your body goes lax against the mossy rock, Tsu’tey rumbles in delight and pulls your thighs up over his shoulders so that his head is bracketed by your plush thighs. You try not to thrash too much, to relax like he’s told you to. He makes it easier when he bars one of his arms over your hips and presses them down, keeping you from squirming.

The action alone makes you a little flustered, and the fact that you now feel like you can barely move an inch has your head swimming.

Tsu’tey continues to lave his tongue against you. It feels much rougher than a human tongue; it reminds you a little of a cat’s. The texture isn’t painful…in fact, it’s kind of mind-blowing. It creates such a glorious friction that it has you squirming despite your best intentions.

“Oh god,” You wheeze as he drags that rough tongue over your sensitive clit, hips jerking out of your control at the sensation of it. “Oh god, yes-”

Tsu’tey seems to take every breath, sigh and whimper as a cue, trying to match his movements to what makes you react the most. Your toes clench uselessly along his back where your legs are still thrown over his shoulders, leaving you entirely powerless in his hold. 

When your breath hitches, he bears down with more intent and it’s too much, too fast. You shudder as an orgasm washes over you, vision whiting out as hot static pleasure radiates from your cunt out into every extremity. The release takes you by surprise, and you can’t stop yourself from whining and moaning and writhing while Tsu’tey keeps you as still as he can, never erring in his ministrations.

He only pulls back when the last shivering aftershock races through your nerves, and even then he only pulls back far enough to press a sloppy kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“That is one.” He murmurs to himself, his chest rumbling in a loud purr. The vibrations shoot right into through your nerves, and you’re oversensitive enough that you shudder mindlessly at the feeling.

You stare wide-eyed at the ceiling of the cave, chest heaving as you catch your breath. You’re still trying to wrap your head around what’s just happened.

“Holy shit,” You breathe, craning your head up so you can look down at him. “I’ve never- I mean, no one else has ever made me come before.”

Tsu’tey is still nuzzling his wide, flat nose into your inner thigh as he takes deep breaths, clearly enjoying the smell of your arousal, but your words draw him out of his relaxed state. He blinks, then frowns up at you.

“You have wasted your time with unworthy males,” He murmurs, his brow furrowed in aggravation. “I will fix this.”

With that, he lowers his mouth to your oversensitive clit and begins to lick at you again. In the same moment, he slides a single finger inside of you. Even one of his fingers is thick, and you let out a sharp, surprised sound, your head tilting back against the cushy moss as your eyes shut tight against the onslaught of sensation as he begins to stretch you out.

You can’t believe he’s still eating your pussy. You had massively underestimated his commitment and his drive, it seems; he isn’t showing any signs of stopping anytime soon. His eyes are closed as he devotes his entire attention to burying his face into your cunt and lapping at your clit. 

It’s almost like he’s trying to smother himself in you, as though tongue-fucking you is infinitely more important than breathing. You just barely catch on to the way his hips are moving; he’s grinding his cock into the spongey moss beneath him, letting out soft grunts into your pussy as he focuses solely on making you feel good.

After that first orgasm, there is no resisting anything he does. His head is between your thighs, his tongue is on your clit. You’re convinced that you’re about to reach heaven, because nothing has ever felt this good in your life.

And then he purrs, and you lose your mind completely. It’s like having the best vibrator in the world, pressed right up into you as he licks you wet and sloppy. 

You come again, squealing. He holds your hips still, making it so you can’t escape the pure onslaught of pleasure and sensation as his tongue rolls up into you, deeper than any human has ever reached before. 

“Two.” He mumbles against your cunt, the word wetly muffled.

This orgasm doesn’t last quite as long as the first one, and soon you’re whimpering, overwhelmed. He doesn’t slow down, but his movements do turn gentle. He adds another finger; you’re wet enough from both your own arousal and from Tsu’tey’s eager mouth that the slide of the second finger is easy, though the stretch still burns a little. 

His two thick fingers roll inside you, gentle but insistent. Your face screws up as he hits the spongey sweet spot deep inside of you, the sweet heat that blooms throughout your lower belly making your toes curl.

“Tsu’tey,” You choke out, sweat breaking out across your temples as you shudder. “Oh, fuck! Oh god, please, please, please-”

The steady rumbling purr is interrupted briefly by his chuckle. Encouraged by your reactions, his fingers start to rub over your sweet spot so insistently that your breath catches in your chest and your eyes roll back.

When his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks, you let out an honest to god scream as another orgasm slams into you, sending your vision whiting out like static. Tsu’tey seems to like that, moaning happily as you writhe against his face and taking the opportunity to add another finger. 

“Three,” He mumbles to himself, so quietly you hardly hear.

You’re stuffed full and trembling like a leaf, your eyes rolled back and your mouth dropped open as you pant like a moron.

“S’too much,” You moan, your words coming out all slurred and stupid. “Fuck, fuck, Tsu’tey, too much.”

With great reluctance, Tsu’tey pulls his face away from your cunt. He looks utterly debauched. His lips are slick and swollen, drool and slick smeared all over his mouth and chin, his hair all dishevelled from your tugging at it, and a hazy, lusty look gleaming in his eyes.

Fuck, you’ve never seen him look so pleased with himself.

Despite the fact that you’re still shivering from the electric little jolts that keep shooting up your spine from your poor, oversensitive clit, you find yourself anticipating his next move. However improbable, you want more.

Tsu’tey pushes himself up, his large palms coming to rest over your hips as he leans up to lay some more hot, biting kisses against your shoulder.

“You make such lovely noises, tawtute,” He murmurs, his lips dragging over the hot skin at the base of your throat. 

You’re still wide-eyed and short of breath, but you tilt your head back eagerly and loop your arms around his neck. He’s so much bigger than you that it feels as though his entire body engulfs you as he leans over you, and it sends an excited little thrill through you.

“Holy fuck,” You wheeze, your fingers curling into his hair. “Oh my god. I’ve never… shit. I think you’ve just ruined me for human men for life.”

That seems to do wonders for his ego, because he lifts his face from your shoulder so that you can see his stupidly smug expression. His tail is wiggling in the air, a clear sign of satisfaction. God, he’s adorable.

He still hasn’t pulled his fingers out of you, and you sigh stupidly as you feel them curl languidly inside of you. Your thighs are still spread wide, trembling a little from the muscle strain as Tsu’tey settles himself between your legs.

“Tawtute males have nothing to offer.” He says, with an obvious edge of loftiness in his voice. 

You wheeze a laugh, before pushing yourself up onto your elbows so that you can peer down the length of your bodies. Though his body is pressed tight to yours, you can still see the evidence of his arousal hanging heavy between his legs. He’s so hard, and yet he hasn’t made any move to climb atop you and start hammering away at you like you’re used to. It’s a little startling to realise that you kind of want him to.

Tentatively, you reach for his cock. He groans as soon as your fingers make contact with his erection, his head dropping down to rest against your chest.

“You do not have to, demon.” He murmurs, though his voice is strained and his hips rock a little into your grip as though he can’t help it. “I will keep using my mouth until you are satisfied.”

Well, that’s certainly a very enticing offer. You had never experienced anyone use their mouth like Tsu’tey had, so eager and driven and motivated by nothing but getting you off, and you can imagine getting addicted to his mouth with ease. 

Warm fondness blooms in your chest as you look at him all crouched between your legs, brow furrowed as he watches your face. Even with your hand on his dick, he’s not pushing you for anything more. Your crush on him seems to swell, your heart fluttering in time with your pussy as you reach for him.

“Your mouth is very good,” You breathe, a grin beginning to curve your mouth up. “But…”

Tsu’tey lifts his head, his eyes narrowing as his gaze darts all over your face. It’s like he’s trying to read what you want from your expression, to guess what you’re looking for before you can say it aloud. It reminds you of earlier, when he had said that he would do whatever you wanted, so long as you told him what it was.

Your fingers tentatively coast down the length of his stiff cock in an exploratory type of touch. It’s thick, but it feels… manageable. Na’vi cocks seem to follow similar proportions to Na’vi bodies; long, but narrow. That still makes him very thick compared to a human, but it feels only a little larger than an ex-partner you once had that was especially well endowed. Granted, that sex was terrible because he didn't know how to use it, but you’re positive this will be different. This is Tsu’tey, and you’re beginning to trust him whole-heartedly with your body; he certainly seems to know what he’s doing.

“Will you fuck me?” You ask. 

Your voice comes out a little shakier than you had intended, but it's just the nerves getting the better of you. It’s a bold question to be asking, and you’re asking it of Tsu’tey; one of the scariest people you’ve ever met and the one that you’ve been crushing on for months.

He expels a sharp breath of air as though it’s been punched out of him, and his face drops down to push into the curve of your shoulder.

“Yes, tawtute,” He groans, lips dragging against your neck. “I would be very pleased to, if you are sure.”

Your grin turns anticipatory, and then you wrap your hand around his cock and give it a proper stroke. He grunts, his hold on you tightening a little as his body curves around you, his hips humping into your fist.

The sense of power that washes over you is a little startling. Tsu’tey is over nine feet tall and stacked, and yet you have him grunting and groaning as he humps his cock into your tiny fist. He’s so sweet about it too, only taking what you give him and never demanding more. Fuck, it makes you want to give him the world.

His eyes are all scrunched shut, and as your fist twists over the mushroomed head of his cock, an honest to god moan is punched out of his chest, the deepness of the sound vibrating into you beneath him. It’s probably the hottest thing you’ve ever heard in your life, and your legs fall even farther apart in response to it.

Not only is his cock thick and long, but it has little raised patterns along it that seem to mimic the darker stripes across the rest of his skin. The velvety skin of his cock is also dotted with raised little nubs all over, and every time your hand strokes over them, Tsu’tey shivers a little as his ears twitch.

Apparently Na’vi males aren’t meant to be a smooth ride. You feel your clit actually pulse at the thought.

“Tsu’tey,” You gasp, your grip on his cock firming. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my fucking life.”

He lets out a breath, one that sounds like pure anticipation, before rolling off of you. 

You blink, bewildered as he shuffles himself off the rock and away from you. That is absolutely not what you wanted.

“Where are you going?” You ask, trying not to sound miffed.

“Patience, yawntutsyìp.” He says as he reaches for the loincloth he had placed aside when he had first come into the spring.

He sounds amused, which actually helps to settle you. He didn’t appear to have any intentions of leaving you here, wet and loose and ready to be fucked, which was a relief.

You watch him curiously, desperate to know just what it is that he’s looking for. He seems to be rooting around in a little leather pouch tied to his loincloth, though you can’t get a good look at what he’s searching for.

“Tsu’tey-” You start to say, but he straightens up and turns back to you before you can finish.

He moves back to you swiftly, his agility as impressive as ever as he leaps back around the mossy rock you’re all laid over. Within seconds, he’s resituated himself back between your thighs as though he never left, leaning over you and giving you an eager, anticipatory grin.

He looks genuinely excited, and you feel your stomach flip in response. Oh, you’re so fucked. Literally as well as figuratively, you hope.

“What were you-”

You’re interrupted again when he holds up a hand; clasped in it is a bottle that’s bizarrely familiar. For a long second all you can do is blink at it, bewildered.

“Where did you get lube-”

“It will make it better for you, will it not?” He asks, fumbling to snap the bottle open.

Your expression softens, mouth wobbling into a shy little smile, before reaching to open the bottle cap yourself.

“Yeah,” You murmur, watching him dribble the lube over his long, lithe blue fingers. “It will, but where did you get it?”

“I asked for it.” Is all he says, before dipping his fingers between your legs once again.

You abandon your line of questioning with a satisfied sigh, leaning your head back as he fingers you with one hand. Three of his large fingers stretch you wide as his thumb rolls over your clit, moving deftly. With his other hand, he reaches to rub some of the slick and gooey lube over his cock.

“Okay,” You breathe, your hips twitching a little as his thumb rubs smooth circles over the swollen nub of your clit. “Come on, come on, give it to me-”

He breathes a soft snort, his eyes bright and wild as he watches the way your hips move towards him. He seems to be enamoured with the fact that you’re apparently so desperate for him, and if he hadn’t worked you up so much you might be embarrassed about it.

“Patience, little demon.” He rumbles out, lowering his chest so that he’s pressed against you. “You still doubt my ability to please you?”

His chest reverberates against yours as he purrs, and you shiver in delight at the sensation. It feels as though he’s sending vibrations right down into your bones, and you arch your back as you push your breasts into him. 

“No,” You say it with a breathless laugh. “No, I trust you.”

“Good.” He hums, his teeth glinting as he grins.

When the thick head of his cock presses against your slicked entrance, you let your thighs fall open even further. When he starts to press in, all you can manage to do is shut your eyes tight and whimper. 

“Breathe, yawntutsyìp.” He whispers into your ear, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

He’s stretched you out well, and you’re loose and relaxed thanks to the orgasms he’s given you already, but he’s still big. He takes it slow and careful, but the stretch still burns and forces all the air out of your lungs. 

You take a shaky inhale as he works himself into you, somewhat stunned by the steady, inescapable pressure and the impossible feeling of fullness. Your body keeps clenching and relaxing, alternately accepting his girth and seizing up to try and force him out; Tsu’tey takes it as slow as he can manage, attempting to make it as easy for you to take him as possible.

“Oh god, oh god,” You warble, reaching up to cling onto his shoulders. 

Fuck, you feel like you’re on fire. You can’t think of the last time that you were so alight with desire. You ache, a sweet subtle hurt like a pure animal demand to be satisfied.

Your hips spasm towards him, frustrated by his slow pace, but he reaches down and snatches at your hipbones to keep you still.

“Don’t force it,” He whispers to you. You can hear the amusement in his voice, but he strokes his thumbs in circles around your hipbones to soothe you as you struggle with his size. “You can take it; just give yourself a moment.”

His grip on your hips is like steel, and you’re not sure you could move even if you tried. You’ve no option but to do as he says, and you go as still as possible.

“Fuck, your dick is big.” You wheeze, turning your face to the side and squeezing your eyes shut. You can’t quite bear to look at his face, and you’re mortified at the thought of him seeing your expression.

Tsu’tey rumbles what sounds like a chuckle, but his voice is strained again. It seems like taking it slow is a struggle for him too, no matter how cool and collected he seems to be.

It feels like it takes an eternity, but at last Tsu’tey bottoms out – he can’t fit entirely inside of you, but still you’re so stuffed full that you can hardly take a breath.

Tsu’tey has gone still too, and his own breaths are shuddering in and out of him in short bursts. It’s clear he’s in ecstasy, caught up in the tight fit of you, and he takes a moment just to breathe and collect himself as he holds you tight.

“Look at me, tawtute,” Tsu’tey grits out from between his teeth, nuzzling his flat nose along the length of your jaw. “Want to watch you.”

Once you open your eyes you have to blink several times in an attempt to focus on him. His deep blue skin is all dewy from the balmy heat of the hot springs and from a thin layer of perspiration, and the little dots of white sprinkled over his face and chest glow softly. 

Your eyes drop lower, over his wide shoulders and the well-built musculature of his chest and abdomen. Fuck, he’s so pretty.

You shift your hips just slightly, testing how he feels in you. The stretch doesn’t burn anymore, your body having adjusted to the size of him, but you still feel as though you’re being stretched to your limits. 

You bear down a little, flexing your muscles around his cock just to see his reaction. The growl it forces out of him almost takes you by surprise, especially when he rears back so that he’s sitting on his haunches.

In the same move, he uses his grip on your hips to pull you forward so that your ass is resting on top of his well-muscled thighs. It allows him to lift your hips a little, and you realise that this position gives him more control over the angle he can fuck you at.

“Are you alright?” He asks, his expression taut from the effort it’s taking not to move.

“Yes,” You breathe, arching your back so that your ass is pushed further into his lap, your shoulders pressed against the mossy rock you’re laying on. “Fuck yes.”

Finally, finally, Tsu’tey begins to move.

At first, he starts slow. His thrusts feel almost experimental. He’ll move, then adjust his angle and move again. When you feel pleasure rocket up your spine on his next thrust, you let out a gasped moan, tilting your head back and squeezing your eyes shut.

Tsu’tey gives a rumbling purr and leans forward so that he’s all hunched over you, his hands braced over your hips as he pulls you into him. He keeps that same angle as he starts to work himself up to a rhythm, his pace and strength increasing with every movement until he’s finally built up the perfect cadence.

All you can do is writhe underneath him helplessly, taking it. The mossy rock you’re laying on is smooth and slick, and you’re driven up it as he fucks you. The only source of stability you have is him, and his grip on your hips is the only thing that anchors you against his thrusts.

He’s moving with all the power and consistency of a goddamn machine. The rhythm he sets is almost hypnotic, so precise that time starts slipping away from you briefly as you’re caught in the roil of it. You count the seconds in breaths punched out of your lungs, your hands scrabbling uselessly at the wet mossy stone beneath you.

Holy fuck, you think wildly to yourself. Excellent at foreplay, good stroke game, eats pussy.

The three qualities Jake had listed as being important in human mating. Tsu’tey may not have understood the phrase when Jake had first said it, but he is nothing if not thorough and determined. It seems as though he’s making it his goal to embody those qualities as he fucks you.

As he sinks home once more in a smooth, long stroke, you think this might actually be the death of you. You can’t help the litany of moans and garbled half-words that’s pouring out of you. Everything feels so good and so hot. The humidity from the bath, the heat from Tsu’tey’s damp velvety skin where he lets some of his weight lie against you, just enough to make you feel trapped and breathless.

You’re content to just take whatever Tsu’tey deigns to give you… and blessedly, he is a benevolent and considerate partner.

His rhythm still hasn’t faltered, and it’s tearing you down to your very foundations, floor by floor. It feels like a constant assault on every button of yours he could possibly press, all of your senses being assaulted at once. Your free hand forsakes the smooth floor to latch onto Tsu’tey’s wrist, and for the first time, his hips stutter every so slightly before he falls back into that unfailing cadence.

You feel that familiar coil in your stomach tightening, and that’s when you start pleading. You aren't even asking for anything in particular, just a dozen instances of please interspersed with encouragements and hissed praises. 

You can hardly believe it’s possible, but you’re quickly rocketing toward another orgasm, and Tsu’tey’s consistent rhythm is swiftly unraveling you like a spool of yarn. Sweet, hot pressure is building between your legs, stealing your breath and blanking your mind.

You think you may be only seconds from madness when you reach up and clutch at Tsutey’s braids, gasping out a desperate, “Tsu’tey —please-!” 

It’s unintentional, but when you grab his hair you also grab his queue. You don’t pull hard or anything, but it seems as though just tugging at it lightly is enough to garner a reaction.

You had known that the neural queue is the most sacred and sensitive parts of the Na’vi body, but you’re still not expecting the low moan that’s punched from his chest, nor the way the whites of his eyes flash as his eyes roll back in his head a little from what appears to be overwhelming pleasure. That perfect rhythm of his falters for a second, his hips stuttering, but then his big hands squeeze at your ass and he devotes himself even more furiously to fucking you like a machine.

“Careful, tawtute,” He growls, his fingers flexing around the soft swell of your ass. “You can play with my kuru another time.”

His voice contains an element of promise, as though he’s excited about the idea, and it makes you grin a little in turn. You don’t tug at the long braid in your hand again, but you don’t let go of it either – his reaction was too thrilling to abandon your hold on him entirely.

He uses his grip on your hips to pull you further into his lap, lifting your hips up so that he can grind his cock into you at a better angle. The next time he ruts into you has you squealing like a moron. The swollen head of his cock hits against the spongey part inside of you with every thrust, and the little nubs and ridges along his length rub deliciously inside you every time he pulls out.

He keeps grinding against that one spot inside you that makes you feel as though you’re about to shake apart into pieces, your toes curling so hard they nearly cramp up. It’s all so intense, and every time he ruts into you it forces the air from your lungs, but you try to speak anyway, pushing the words out even as they almost catch in your throat.

 “Feels- feels good-!” You moan, one hand clutching at his shoulder as the other holds his queue. “I think I’m– oh fuck, I’m gonna come again, I’m gonna-”

“Yeah?” Tsu’tey pants, leaning forward to lay an eager kiss between your breasts. His hand wanders down from your belly to your pussy, and starts rubbing quick circles into your clit. 

You don’t know how he’s managing to maintain his dexterity, his lithe fingers working your clit and driving you higher and higher as he rubs at you while maintaining those long, smooth strokes of his hips. His breathing is heavy, interspersed with soft little pleasured grunts, but he still manages to hold his strength in place, never moving hard enough to hurt.

The combination of his cock rubbing and grinding against the soft spongey part inside of you and the messy stimulation of your clit has your legs trembling and heat growing rapidly in your belly. It feels like you’re being strung tighter and tighter as your orgasm draws closer, and your breath begins coming in rapid pants. The pressure in your abdomen feels a little different than usual, and you take it as a sign that you’re about to come really hard.

“Tsu’tey,” You choke out, mouth dropping open as your chest heaves. “Oh, fuck-”

It feels like a star exploding inside you when it starts. Your cunt spasms around him, gripping him so tight he has no choice but to slow his hips down, your body squeezing like a vice around his cock. He gives you two more solid strokes to your sweet spot before stilling completely. He lifts your hips up into his lap once more as he settles himself in you, knocking his cockhead into your g-spot and keeping it there so that he can just grind.

With that you cry out, your eyes rolling back and jaw dropping open as sweet release unfurls from your belly and washes over you in a warm wave of pure white. Your pussy grows so hot, warm and wet as the pressure in your cunt builds and crests and culminates in a veritable spray of release from you. 

You feel so overwhelmed, your back arching up in a smooth curve as you practically wail, unable to constrain yourself. You don’t think you’ve ever come so hard in your life, not with your fingers nor your vibrators nor that stupid removable showerhead installed back at the human outpost, and you’re startled by the sheer flood of liquid arousal that gushes out of you around Tsu’tey’s cock.

You’ve heard of squirting before, of course, but you had always thought it was just some unrealistic thing in porn. But the way Tsu’tey’s cock is bullying its way inside of you, grinding away at that spongey spot that makes your knees shake makes it feel as though not squirting would be the bigger challenge. You writhe beneath him, clutching him tight as you shake apart on his cock. It feels like your orgasm goes on forever, your whole body shuddering around him as everything goes white and hazy.

By the time you finally start to come down from your high, you feel as though your brain has been goddamn liquefied. It feels as though you’re hearing in colour, your skin sweat-slick and hot as your muscles tremble from the sheer onslaught of sensation.

Tsu’tey is still working his hips inside of you, prolonging the lingering waves of pleasure that keep jolting down your spine. You can’t believe he’s still going, moving like a fucking machine, his thrusts still calculated and steady to break you down.

“Amazing, yuey,” He whispers to you, his voice rough and gritty. “So beautiful like this.”

The compliment is unexpected, and you wheeze a surprised breath when he lets go of your hips and leans forward so that his entire large body is caging you in against the rock beneath you. His chest presses against your own, squishing your breasts, his hands coming to plant beside your head to support his weight.

“Oh, god,” You arch away from him a little, beginning to grow overwhelmed and oversensitive from the way his cock is lighting up every damn nerve in your pussy, the way he presses you so firmly into the mossy rock. “Holy fuck, Tsu’tey, fuck-”

He buries his face into your neck, and you can feel him grin against your throat. He’s so fucking proud of himself, self-satisfaction is practically radiating off him in waves.

You remember the way he had reacted before when you had pulled on his kuru, and your fingers tighten just a little around the smooth hair protecting it. Even that minor bit of pressure has him groaning softly into your shoulder, sharp teeth scraping against your bare skin.

You adjust your grip on the glossy braid, holding it close to the skull before tugging gently. His reaction startles you – he roars, the sound reverberating through you and shaking you to your bones. His eyes roll back once more, his mouth dropping open in a look of genuine surprise as pleasure seems to blindside him.

You feel heat filling you, and realise that his cum must be spilling out of you and mixing with the slickness of your own release between your legs. His fists clench hard in the moss by your head, his loud snarl tapering off into a low moan as he keeps humping his hips into you, pace sloppy and uneven.

He’s murmuring away to you as he shivers against you, his voice low and rough as he sighs in unmistakeable delight. It’s all in Na’vi, and while your grip on his language is decent, your brain is far too fried to be translating anything right now.

“What?” You mumble tiredly, your arms looping lazily around his neck as he begins to drop his weight onto you.

His hips finally begin to roll to a stop as he grows too sensitive to continue, though he keeps his face pressed carefully into your shoulder.

“Such a sweet thing,” He murmurs to you, one hand coming to rest on your hip and squeezing you there softly. “Better than I could have imagined. Are you okay, tìyawn?”

“Mmm.” Is all you can manage, head still spinning as you struggle to regain your wits. 

Even with your thoughts all slow and soupy and stupid, you can feel the way Tsu’tey tenses all of a sudden over you. You blink, confused by his sudden change in demeanor, and look up at him to find that he has raised his head to look over at the entrance to the hot springs.

“What?” You mumble, bringing your hands from his neck to stroke down over his shoulders. The muscles shift under your fingertips, hard and defined beneath the smooth velvet of his skin. The feeling of it distracts you, and you feel your cunt flutter around his spent cock despite your exhaustion.

He grunts softly at the feeling of you trembling around him, but his attention is still focused on the cave entrance. You had forgotten, so caught up in lust and the insane novelty of Tsu’tey wanting you, that the hot springs were a public amenity that was used often among the Omaticaya.

So it shouldn’t be much of a surprise when a young man steps around the corner, already undoing the tie to his loincloth. If anything, you think you should probably be surprised that someone hadn’t walked in on you earlier.

Tsu’tey bares his teeth in a snarl, a deep growl erupting out of his chest at the sight of this newcomer. He doesn’t look familiar to you, but judging by his lack of hair ornaments and bare waist, he appears to be a young warrior in training.

“Out.” Tsu’tey snarls, his expression nothing short of dangerous.

The young Na’vi takes one look at the two of you, eyes wide and shocked, before turning on his heel and swiftly disappearing back the way he had come.

An exhausted, mildly hysterical giggle escapes you. You think you should probably be embarrassed, but you’ve just been fucked six ways to Sunday and you can’t drum up the energy to care. 

One thing has surprised you, however; you had expected Tsu’tey to be ashamed on some level. Not necessarily of being caught in a compromising position like this, but of being caught in this position with a Sky Person. He’s a prideful man and an important figure within the clan, and you know he guards his reputation carefully. But he doesn't seem embarrassed at all; just annoyed and oddly protective, considering he's lowered his body over yours to cover you from prying eyes.

“Fuck,” You sigh, digging your fingers into his chest in an attempt to catch his attention. “Is that… is that bad? That he saw?”

You’re unsure if this was meant to be kept a secret or not, but Tsu’tey just makes a face at you as though you’ve asked him a very stupid question.

“No. The village will know soon anyway.”

That is an oddly ominous statement that your fucked-out mind can’t quite make sense of, so you elect to just ignore it. 

You’re distracted anyway by the way Tsu’tey shifts above you, his cock still overwhelmingly big even as it begins to soften inside of you. You think you’d like to keep it inside you forever, filling you up and igniting that sweet ache between your thighs, but Tsu’tey has other ideas.

His hands pet soothingly down your flank as he pulls out, his chest vibrating with a calming purr when you hiss in discomfort as his cock finally leaves you. There’s a sting between your legs as a dribble of cum begins to leak out of you now that he’s no longer plugging you up, and your face scrunches up into a little grimace of discontent.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this empty in your whole life, and you find yourself clenching down on nothing as you shiver.

“Did I hurt you, oeyä vrrtep?” He wonders, his hands tracing soft and gentle patterns over your skin.

His concern warms you, and you smile tiredly at him. “Only the good kind.”

That doesn’t seem to appease him at all. A frown creases the skin of his brow, and he pulls back so that his chest is no longer pressed tight against yours. You let out a small noise of protest, but it seems that he’s too busy checking you over to hear it.

“I did not intend to hurt you at all.”

“You’re big, Tsu’tey,” You point out, pushing his hands away when he attempts to pull back and peer between your legs. “Of course it hurt a little. But I liked it. Fuck, couldn’t you tell? I squirted all over you.”

That finally seems to placate him, if only because it soothes his male pride. His expression softens, his mouth tugging into a soft, smug smile, and he leans forward to gather you into his arms.

You squeal a little as he lifts you, exhausted muscles aching as you scramble to wrap your arms around his neck. He’s so strong, and you feel your cheeks grow warm as he lifts you so effortlessly.

“Squirt.” He repeats with relish, clearly enjoying the new word he’s just learned. “Is that what you call it?”

You just snort and push your face into his chest in an attempt to hide your expression. “Don’t ever tell Jake about this.”

You can feel the gentle rumble of his laugh deep in his chest, and you close your eyes and hide a smile of your own. He has such a lovely laugh; you don’t hear it nearly often enough. 

Tsu’tey takes great pains not to jostle you as he clambers back into the pool of water with you, holding you close to his chest as the hot water envelops the two of you. It’s soothing against your aching muscles, and you hum a satisfied little sigh against Tsu’tey’s chest as he strokes his big palm down the length of your spine.

“Why not?” He wonders, though you can hear the playful smirk in his voice anyway. “I must thank him, anyway.”

“What for?”

“He has been giving me advice on human courting.”

Your brain, already slow after the many excellent orgasms he has given you, takes a very long time to process that statement. Even after the words manage to sink in, you wonder if you had heard him properly.

You straighten up in his arms, pulling your masked face away from his chest so that you can stare at him. He stares right back at you, his expression calm and earnest as though he hasn’t just completely upended all of your expectations.

“Courting.” You repeat, all of his actions beginning to rewrite themselves in your head. The careful bathing, the washing of your hair, the insistence on being a good lover by human standards. The fucking pet names that you barely understood.

Holy fuck.

“Yes.” Tsu’tey says simply. He doesn’t seem to notice the way you’re gaping at him in starry-eyed bewilderment. “I thought a human mating display would be the best place to start.”

You’re still staring at him, though your confusion is beginning to grow. “Human mating display?”

Tsu’tey just nods, using a palmful of hot water to carefully wash between your legs. When you hiss a little and try to pull away, he lets out a soft little rumble of apology.

“Jakesully tells me that displays of sexual prowess are important in human courting.” Tsu’tey murmurs, and his chest puffs out a little. “I have proved myself, have I not?”

“Oh my god.” You breathe, squeezing your eyes shut. 

That dick. Trust Jake to bend the truth in an attempt to solve your sexual frustration. You knew that he knew that you fancied Tsu’tey (he’s been forced to listen to you wax lyrical about his abs many times), but you certainly didn’t expect him to take things into his own hands like this. From showing you the hot springs to orchestrating that conversation about good lovers to telling Tsu’tey that fucking you good is a human courting custom, to the fucking lube, Jake has been planning this whole damn thing.

You don’t know whether you want to kill Jake or to send him flowers.

One of Tsu’tey’s big hands curls around your back as he holds you close, dipping down into the soothing hot water with you balanced in his lap. He’s gotten so affectionate, his flat nose nuzzling against your temple as he reaches for a yursyulang to rub over your bare back.

“I have pleased you?” He asks, lips brushing over your jaw. “More than the other tawtute?”

“Yes,” You sigh, unable to help it. “Yes, fuck. It was so good.”

The noise he makes is pure satisfaction, his arms looping tight around your waist as he holds you up in the water. 

“You accept, then?” He asks, his big honey-coloured eyes gazing at you expectantly. “My advances?”

You had thought your reactions were obvious, but still you grin. “Are you being serious?”

“I am always serious.” He says simply, as though he can’t understand the meaning of your question. 

“I thought you didn’t like Sky People.” You say, an edge of insecurity creeping into your voice. “I thought you hated us.”

“I do hate Sky People.” He grumbles, his face falling into a little scowl even as one of his large palms coast down the length of your spine. “But I do not hate you.”

It feels a little like a dream, but you can’t help the shy grin that’s growing across your face. His eyes are sharp and intense, and he watches every shift of your expression like a hawk as though he’s trying to read your thoughts right off your face.

“I will be courting you in the tradition of my People, also,” He adds, as though he’s worried you need convincing. The idea is laughable. “I have a bracelet that I have woven for you, but I wished to prove myself in the tradition of your people first.”

Oh fuck, that’s so sweet. How can such a big and terrifying man be so generous and tender?

“Jakesully has approved already,” Tsu’tey continues, his tone turning cautious. “But I need to hear your answer.”

Fucking hell, he’s already asked Jake for permission? For a moment you feel a little indignant, before you remember that your friend is Olo’eyktan now, and that Tsu’tey is probably obliged to ask his clan leader if he can pursue someone outside of his own clan, nevermind someone not even his own species.

“You really mean this.” You breathe, your grin turning a little disbelieving. “Fucking hell. Yes. Obviously the answer is yes.”

Tsu’tey’s expression is carefully controlled, but he can’t seem to stop his mouth from settling into a smug grin and his eyes from brightening in clear delight. 

“Good. This is good, tawtute.” He murmurs, reaching up to brush some of your damp hair away from your face. “I will prove to you my ability as a potential mate, yawntutsyìp. Both in my tradition and yours.”

You return his grin, biting at your lip as he returns his attention to washing you with the same careful reverence from earlier. Is it really possible that you’ve hit the jackpot like this? That all the time you’ve been looking at Tsu’tey, he’s been looking back?

Flowers, you think hazily as you shut your eyes and lean into his chest. I’m definitely sending Jake flowers.

[szagaloree]

Realistic Mauga Hcs

I’ve head his voice lines on repeat and me and a few others have come to realize something….he’s like really close to yandere territory..and it’s kinda shocking. 💀

Sure before mauga forms an emotional connection he’s cool. Still a loose canon that doesn’t care about the lives he takes. Still blood thirsty but not obsessive.

Like let’s look at him and bap. Regardless if you think they were a thing or friends, mauga is very possessive! He’s been chasing him down and following him since he left talon. Hell, he even had his picture circled in red marker for sake!

So imagine you come around, you and mauga have pretty good chemistry and over time you grow attached to one another! Good. Right? 🧍🏽‍♀️ WRONG 🗣️ so very wrong at that. 😞

He likes and how you’re cooked. Prepare to have him all over you even before your an official item. Sure he would never get jealous I mean look at him. He knows how good he looks.

He’ll flex and show off. Be reckless just to have you patch him up. And if your the clingy type? Even better! He couldn’t care less. He’ll carry you around and stick besides you. You wanna go shopping? Sure let’s go right now, wanna go to the club? What without HIM? Not happening.

Not to mention how protective he’d be. Your so much smaller then him, he may not regard his safety or others but yours is taken seriously. And god forbid he catches someone hitting on you and making you feel uncomfortable.

All of a sudden they’re gone. A stalker? Nah, he’s the only one allowed to stalk you honestly. And that’s exactly what would happen if you tried to leave or run off without telling him.

He took the time to Learn all of your habits. He’s a good listener and when you first start off it’s cool that he loves learning about you, but when your in deep and want out? Kinda hard when he knows all your friends, family , favorite hangout spots. HE KNOWS IT ALL. 😭

He’d love marking his s/o to. Tones of hickeys, damn there EVERYTIME an old one fades he has to add at least one more. You wanna wear his bandana? Sure go ahead. In fact he’ll get matching ones. He’s the type to wear your rubber band around his wrist.

Basically? Mauga is really chill till your try to leave. ESPECIALLY after bap leaving? He can’t let another one of his buddies run off. You comply and behave and you have nothing to fear.

Cause sorry to break it to you? But running away from him is like super short lived. He’s relentless with his search and I don’t even wanna think about the punishment’s for having him go through the trouble. Worst part? He’s smiling the WHOLE time.

TAGS: @idciminlove @marituyoppa

[szagaloree]

Both Hearts Pumping

✮ PARING Mauga Malosi × Gender Neutral! Reader 

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS smut, overstimulation, blowjob (Mauga receiving), hand job (Mauga receiving), cursing, size kink

✮ SUMMARY You heard he has two hearts and it made you wonder… How much those two hearts could take?

✮ A/N I won’t explain myself, enjoy xD

It all started with a question that seemed rather innocent.

“Is it true that you have two hearts?”

The question was so innocent, Mauga did not pick up the malicious intention behind it. He thought you were curious. After all – it’s not like you meet someone like him everyday.

He confirmed with a grin that almost never left his face. You knew that grin way too well. And you already knew that you would wipe it off his face soon.

And that's how he ended up in your room, sitting on your bed, groaning and moaning as you made him cum for the fourth time. His thick and warm cum was on your already sticky hands once more, while you bit your lip, looking at Mauga like he was a treasure you couldn't believe you possessed.

His breathing was fast and uneven, his large hands gripping on the mattress. His eyes opened when he heard a chuckle that escaped those pretty lips of yours. His eyes darted to you, he studied your face for a moment, excitement rising in his stomach.

“Someone's enjoying themselves.” His usual grin made a way to his lip, revealing his sharp canines. You had to remind him who's in charge just in case he was about to think otherwise. You squeezed his cock gently, making Mauga groan. You felt his large cock twitch in your hands, begging for more.

“Doll, come on…” He hissed, throwing his head back. You snorted, your thumb brushed against his sensitive tip. He hissed, unintentionally spreading his legs. 

The beating of his two hearts was ringing his head. He couldn’t focus. It was too much, but he knew you wouldn’t stop there. And it excited him even more.

Then he felt it. Your mouth wrapped around his tip. He gasped. “Fuck, [name]!” The words came out louder than he intended.

You couldn’t take him all in his mouth, you knew it and he did too. So you used your sticky hand to stroke him, playing with his balls once in a while to keep it interesting. You knew exactly how to make him go crazy.

His large hand was buried into your hair, his legs shook. You never saw him like that before, being at someone’s mercy. He always seemed like the guy who liked to be on top, being the one to tease, milking the orgasms from you.

And yet, there he was – letting you do what you wanted. Begging you to not stop, as your tongue teased his tip and your hands gripped his balls.

“Don’t stop, damn it! Don’t you even think about it!” His voice was hoarse as his hand gripped your hair tightly. You shivered, his voice was already making you lose your mind.

He was close. So close.

Suddenly, you felt his grip tighten, pushing you onto his dick, making you take more of him. You gagged, before he came inside your mouth. He instantly let go of you, watching you push yourself away from him. 

The loud gasp was heard from you. He smirked, when he saw his seed on your lips. His thumb brushed against your lower lip, collecting the liquid.

“Don’t make it go to waste, sweetheart.” His voice was low as he murmured, he pushed his thumb inside your mouth. The way you looked up at him while sucking on his thumb, it all made him excited all over again.

It was gonna be a long night, he knew it, but he didn’t mind at all. You could make him cum all night, making sure everyone in Talon would hear his moans and growls. But as long as you were the one pushing him over the edge, he wouldn’t mind.

[szagaloree]

This is rated 18+ just in case minors don’t interact Maugaxreader

🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋

I’ve had Mauga brain rot since he came out and there not enough fan fiction for me so I’m weighting this because it’s a funny thought I had in my mind I may even make it into a series. Reader is AFAB. Mauga x reader, some fluff, just a lil smut (barley) maybe more in the future enjoy!!!!!

You were relatively new to overwatch, but you were strong. The team knew you had their back, and that’s all that mattered; it also helped you have omnikinesis. But you couldn’t control it that well; you were unstable.

That’s why you reached out to overwatch, to control yourself before you hurt the others around you again. It’s a good thing they found out about you before talon or who knows what could have happened?

Speaking of Talon, you are having a team fight against them now. They tried to destroy another omnic and human peace event. Some of the richest humans and omnics were attending.

So you, Ana, Mei, Winston, and Lifeweaver were on guard duty. And lo and behold, here comes Sigma, Sombra, Reaper, Moria and some other big guy you didn’t know to ruin the party. Everyone began to run around in the grand dining room.

Sombra was hacking communications, so you couldn’t check on your backup. Mei and Ana were dealing with Reaper, and Moria, Winston, and Lifeweaver were dealing with Sombra and Sigma. That left you with the hulking, raging giant with tribal tattoos.

You quickly dodge his machine guns, using everything around you in the room as a shield. You quickly hide, trying to regain yourself; if you lose focus, you lose control.

“HEY HEY HEY WHERE DID YOU GO?!”

You hear smashing and bullets flying, trying to think of a plan in your head.

“EITHER YA COME OUT OR I START SETTING SHIT ON FIRE YOUR CHOICE HAHAHA!”

“Ok your completely insane” You whispered

You snuck around the hulking hot head. You hype yourself up to do a sneak attack that hopefully won’t take down the whole building. You focus on all the skylights and chandlers, bringing them down on top of the hulking man before jumping on his back, ready to detain him.

Until you were encased in darkness.

You find yourself squished by the man who was trying to kill you just moments ago. You were lying on his chest and straddling his waist while he was scrunched up and bent forward. You look up at him, seeing the snarl on his face.

“Ummmmmm hi there” , his eyes narrowed at you.

“What the fuck did you do!”.

You look at him startled and confused. “What do you mean I thought this was you?”

He looks like he’s about to yell at you again untill you both hear somthing.

“(Y/N)! Can you hear me!” It was Ana “YES!”

“Sigma got you two stuck in there!”

The large man shouted right in my ear while his chest rumbled underneath me. “HE DID WHAT!”

“Ah Mauga my friend would you like to hear about my new project. I was trying to trap the other one but you’ll make a great tester as well!” you could hear the collective sighs outside.

“It’s a black cube! One could say it’s a miniature black hole, but not a black hole at all, just a void in cuboid shape. It’s supposed to hold matter and keep it stabilized in place. It’s purpose is to hold things until it fully disappears on its own. Can you hear the melody within the universe? ”

You could feel the man named Mauga stiffen beneath you, you stiffen as well.

“Does that mean we dissapear to!” You scream

“Hmm possibly or maybe it will disappear without you in it the possibilities are endless.”

Your about to speak again when you hear Mauga grunt, you look up seeing him move his head down, that’s when you realize it’s shrinking now.

“It’s shrinking now!”

“Don’t worry (Y/N) given the circumstances we will work together until your both out”

“Don’t die in there Mauga I still have use for you” You shiver hearing Moria speak in such a way it’s gross.

You look up and see Mauga looking annoyed and uncomfortable “I’m sorry”

“Why you didn’t do nothing”

“It’s just that, if it shrinks without disappearing you’ll die. I could probably protect myself if I think of a way but I don’t know how it would affect you I can’t fully control my powers.” All he does is hum in response.

“(Y/N)! Can you use your powers to force the cube open!” Now that’s and idea but before you could even think about it Sigma speaks again.

“If you try to force a black hole to seperate it may disrupt everything around it destroying us all”

but sigma speaks again “But if she uses her powers and makes a black whole within a black hole?”

“Then Mauga dies, it would be such a waist but it may be an easier option” Moria spoke again, you could see Mauga rolling his eyes “Fuck you”

You look back up at Mauga you can still see the cube slightly shrinking again. “Mauga who are you?” He looks at me confused not saying a word. You sigh and speak again.

“If I’m going watch someone die in a cube I at least want to know them.”

You can’t help but stare into his eyes; he looks very handsome. Just something about him being a giant hunk of muscle with a sharp tooth smirk had you enticed.

He looks at you and puts a smirk on telling you the basics: he fought a war, he got two hearts, he lives his life as he pleases, and the rest is history.

You learned he liked video games, he takes pride in being strong and actually works out, letting you know he’s not an experiment with Moria, he’s a hot head but he’s passionate, and you even learned you both own a pair of shark slides.

The cube really did seem to be some type of black hole because you lost track of time and talked for what seemed like hours.

“Since you wanna know me so bad you mind doing me a favor” you nod looking at him

“If I die in here do something for me” You stiffen and look away sadly; you didn’t want to think about him dying in here, especially being responsible for someone’s last wishes.

You may be able to save yourself with your powers, but not at the expense of Mauga's life. You could only hope you would get out before then.

“I need you to tell Bap that I was mad at him for trying to blow me up and for leaving me behind. I was willing to drag his ass back; I missed him. Tell him the next time he grows a conscience, don’t skip out on your friends.” You looked at him confused, but nonetheless agreed.

“Ummm ok I’m not even going to get into that, is that all” He looks away and ponders “Make sure my turtle plush and guns are buried with me to and make my funeral a celebration of me not some sad ass drag of a day”

“Considering we’re technically supposed to be enemy’s I don’t think I’ll be able to plan that who knows what they’d do to your body, but I’ll try my best”

“That’s all I ask”

We stare into each others eyes what seems like forever. Until he leans down more moving his forhead to mine “One more thing?”

You look into his eyes shyly looking away when his gaze got to intense. He looks at me giving me a wink and that damned smirk of his. “What is it?”

“I always said if I died, I’d be on my terms. I wanted go out happy with a gun in each hand and a smile on my face. But right now I think the only thing that could make me happy is if I was taken care of by a beautiful lady?”

You blush looking at him with wide eyes “Are you asking me to have sex with you!?”

“Can’t really do that in this position doll” He’s laughing his ass off, you want to wipe that smirk off his face.

“Then what do you mean?”

He looks down your breast and you blush getting and idea of what he wanted. “If you could let me lay my face in those big tits of yours that’s a way to go” he smirks.

You feel your blush go from your face to your neck. “We don’t even know if your going to die Mauga, they could be done getting us out any minute.”

You listen outside to see if I can hear anything.

“We are not destroying the cube Moria!”

“Why not Mauga can be replaced and that girl can cause the destruction of our universe she’s a liability and a threat”

You could only mumble under your breath. “Your ugly face is a liability and a threat to everyone’s day and stomach”

You hear Mauga chuckle. “Don’t worry I’ll make sure to fuck up all her lab shit if I get out of this”.

You noticed his words if. And you couldn’t deal with that. If he died you’d have been to useless to stop it and in that moment you didn’t want to think about him dying.

You can see the cube shrinking more but Mauga doesn’t make a sound of discomfort, it’s like he doesn’t want to bother you every time the cube gets smaller.

“Hey Mauga”

“What’s up?”

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and push his face down into your breast. You don’t know what possessed you, but the thought of giving him his last wishes made you confident in your decision.

Mauga snuggles his head in your chest. You hold him there pushing his head down , not wanting him to see your blushing face making this even more awkward.

As if he can sense your distress Mauga motor boats your chest making you laugh. “Hahaha what the heck Mauga!”

“Just enjoying my new home. I love it here.”

He pushes his face deeper in your breast, inhaling your sent. “Hmmmm I really love it here” You feel him lick your chest.

“Mauga! W-what are you doing”

You pull back to find him looking at you with lust in his eyes and a shit eating smirk.

“You looked nervous I wanted to break the ice. I want you to enjoy this too. Can I?”

You don’t know if it was the way he looked at you, or because this was the first time you’ve felt a man’s touch like this, or maybe it was the fact that you wanted to help him; either way you nodded your head giving him the green light.

He puts his forehead against yours once more. “I need words sweetie, tell me what you want”

You look down refusing to make eye contact “I want you to touch me Mauga”

He slowly moves in and kisses your lips, his lips are surprisingly soft he pulls back biting your bottom lip. He moves his face down back to your breast, kissing and biting them slightly, leaving read marks on your skin. You use the front of your hands to pull down the top of your dress, thanking yourself the dress you had on didn’t require you to wear a bra.

He looks up at you as he slowly licks around your breast, taking a nipple in his mouth. His hands cant reach your chest so he settles on placing them on your ass.

Your eyes roll back in pleasure as he suckles on your nipple, his tongue flicking against it softly. He gropes your ass, squeezing your cheeks roughly. You can’t help but moan softly in his ear.

He releases your nipple with a loud pop giving the same attention to the other while nibbling it.

You can feel something slightly poke at you. You realized Mauga got hard. He felt so big even behind his pants. You slightly raised yourself to sit on top of his dick and begin to grind on his erection.

Hoping to give him and yourself some relief, your panties were soaking wet from the attention. You didn’t want to think about the wet spot you were about to leave on his pants.

“Fuck~, you feel so good sweetheart.”

You were about to respond but the cube starts to shake rapidly. You quickly pull your dress up and hold on to Mauga. All you can think about is his safety wanting to put both of you in a shield that could protect you no matter what.

And it seemed like your powers agreed. Because the next thing you know, you and Mauga are in a giant bubble floating above everyone.

He’s looking at you with wide eyes his frown turning into a giant smirk. “I made you feel so good you broke the cube huh”

Your embarrassment must have faulted your concentration, because you two instantly fell from the sky. You land on top of him in front of everyone making it even more awkward.

Everyone looked down at you two before you quickly got up and walked towards your team while covering yourself, just incase you didn’t put your dress on quite right. Reaper spoke up

“Next time you all die”

Ana spoke before anyone else “Oh shut up Gabriel I’m sick of the death jokes”

As they begin to leave Mauga turns towards you giving you a wink.

“It was fun sweetheart”. And he walks away with the rest of talons members.

Mei spoke up while everyone else looked at me “Did he hurt you (y/n)?”

“No he didn’t, he’s just messing with me”

They all nodded and we all begin to retreat back to headquarters. You could only guess sombra hacked everything before you even tried to get back up because no one showed. You started to wonder if you’d ever see Mauga again.

That thought alone made you blush. Lifeweaver tapped your shoulder. He gave you a smirk showing you he was laughing at you. You look at him confused wondering what was so funny.

“What is it?”

He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“I hope he wasn’t to rough with you”

You looked at him in horror and confusion how could he even know! You looked down to your chest seeing dark red marks all over your breast.

Dammit Mauga!

[szagaloree]

Christmas Cookies 🎄

This is a 18+ minors don’t interact and have your age in your bio. NOTHING BUT PURE SMUT. (Oral.M Receiving, spanking, spitting, cum everywhere) 2000 something words. AFAB reader

Sometimes you wonder why you chose this life. Your parents were gone, leaving behind you and two siblings. Not like they had a choice; they died in the omnic crisis. So you had to make a decision: die with your brothers going into the system, or live and protect them. So you made yourself useful until somebody picked you up.

Being a healer in Talon wasn’t so bad. You weren’t cut out for violence or war, and you were terribly shy. But you had to do what you needed to take care of your siblings. Plus, Doomfist and Moria were impressed with your progress in healing the troops, so you were moving up with the pay grade. You stayed in the background, stayed out of the way, and kept everyone alive, so your job was easy.

Well, your job would be easy if a certain tank didn’t take a liking to you. According to him, he had a soft spot for medics, especially sweet ones like you.Ever since you joined, Mauga has done everything in his power to get you to open up to him. Always asked Doom to bring you out in the field with him. He trusted you to keep him alive for some reason. He’d flirt with you, pick you up, drag you off with him, and even bring you dinner when you patched him up.

Sometimes you felt like he’d get hurt on purpose just to see you. He’s so huge that bullets don't affect him, so seeing him hurt made you a little skeptical. But with all the time and effort he put into you, sometimes they really would send you out on the field with him. He made you stay well hidden, or he carried you on his shoulder. Late missions had become late nights with you patching him up, listening to his crazy ideas, and telling you about his home.

You both had gotten close, but you think your shyness to speak up let it get out of hand. After a while, you grew to have feelings for him, and Mauga could tell; he was even a little smug about it. Mauga was touchy—really touchy—and overprotective; you didn’t realize what you got yourself into. To the point where other Talon soldiers would avoid you because, apparently, it was an unspoken rule that you were off limits.

And you were fine with that because people left you to your own devices. The problem was that you weren’t used to his overly sultry nature. Even after the large man had taken your virginity, (another story for another time.) You both went from being friends to him claiming you and doing whatever he pleased (with consent, of course). He never said if you both were a couple, so you didn’t want to put too much of your feelings into it.

But he made it very difficult, always being very kind to you or following you around. You decided it was best to avoid him until your feelings calmed down. You didn’t want to get so invested in him only for him not to feel the same. Your heart couldn’t take that kind of pain in your life again. So you did your best, and it paid off; you avoided him for a week. But Mauga got sick and tired of that real soon.

So here you were trying to avoid him on Christmas, thinking he wouldn’t be at work. You spent the day with your brothers so you could come in tonight. You were in the kitchen baking deserts for the team. You didn’t mind; you loved baking, plus you got paid extra for coming in today. You even put on a cute Santa dress and thigh-high socks. You already made a cake, gingerbread, pies, and even fruit muffins. The last thing left was the second batch of sugar cookies. You placed them in the oven and set a timer.

While you opened the oven, ready to put them in. You felt something hard press against your ass. The next thing you know, you’re lifted into the air. “EEK!"

You try to grab onto something, but you are set on the counter. And loa and behold, Mauga is standing right in front of you while in between your legs, smirking at you.

"M-Mauga, what the heck! I was baking.” He ignores you and starts to rub your cheek with his thumb.

“You make something for me, sugar?”

“U-um……. You can have a muffin if you want.”

He chuckles, "Nah, I think I want something else. I think you owe me a pie, sweetheart."

You quickly move to hand him a pie. "Here, take one!”

He looks at the pie, then back to you. He takes it out of your hand and sets it back down. He pushes you on your back against the cold counter. “Your funny; how bout a cream pie?"

“I can make you o-mmmh." Mauga cuts you off by shoving his tongue down your throat. He pushes your body down on the counter. He grabs at your thighs, squeezing them.

“Pretty thigh highs,” he says, running his finger along the socks. “It’s like you made yourself into a present for me.”

He starts to bite and nibble on your neck while putting his hand up your dress. His tongue licks up the side of your neck until he nibbles on your ear, and you shiver. You hated to admit it, but you missed his touch. His hands grip your ass, holding your lower half up. He scoffs and starts to rub at your covered folds.

“Lace panties, huh... I'm starting to think you really did dress up for me.”

You try to look away; it was an embarrassing position for you. And even if you told him you didn’t do it for him, he wouldn’t believe you anyway. He grips your chin,forcing you to look at him. “You miss me? Cuz it seems like you’ve been avoiding me lately.” You push him back a little.

"Mauga, you know I have siblings to take care of. I've been busy."

He looks down at you, frowning. He’s a firm believer that if there are 24 hours in a day, some of them better be for him. He slams you back on the counter, kissing your forehead. “If you’re going to make excuses, I won’t go easy on you.”

He moves back to push up your dress, rips your panties off, and leans down. “Spread those fucking legs; show me that pussy.”

You spread your legs, and he spat on your pussy, making you gasp. He slides his tongue over your cunt and starts to finger you slowly. "Mauga, we can't; we’re in the kitchen.”

Mauga hums in agreement, his tongue diving deep into your wet folds. He licks and flicks your sensitive spots, making you squirm with pleasure. Before you could grab his hair, he moved away, making you whine. Mauga chuckles and pulls you closer, his hard cock rubbing against your ass. “Thought we couldn’t do it in the kitchen?" He grabs a handful of your ass cheek and squeezes it roughly, causing a pleasurable pain to shoot through your body.

“Wanna watch your ass jiggle while I fuck you.” He throws you over, putting you on your stomach. "M-Mauga, wait, maybe we should wait till I’m done cooking.”

He paused for a moment, looking down at you. “You may not think I know what’s going on in that head of yours, but you’ve been acting insecure and putting up walls, then you started avoiding me, so im gonna show ya you can’t leave me your mine and I’m yours got it.”

You start to tremble and turn around to look at him. “I’m…. I’m yours?” He doesn’t answer; he’s still holding your body up. You realize all you can do is hold on and take what he gives you. Mauga teases you for a moment, rubbing his tip at your entrance. He starts to slowly push his cock inside you, filling you up with each inch. He slowly thrusts in and out, causing you to moan in pleasure. On instinct, you arch your back for him. “That's it, baby. That’s my good girl."

He reaches around, grasping your breast and squeezing it hard as he continues to fuck you. Mauga growls while his cock is pounding against your wet pussy. He grinds his hips forward, pushing deeper into you. You feel him playing with your nipples, pulling them roughly, and you cry out in pleasure. He pulls back slightly, then slams his hips forward again, burying himself to the hilt inside you. You scream his name as he starts to fuck you harder and faster.

Mauga smacks your ass, rubbing the cheek softly to ease the sting. "I think you deserve a punishment for dodging me; how bout I spank that cute ass, hm? Redden you up a bit.”

“Maug-ga! I’m close! Please!”

He smacks your ass harder this time. Pushing your body into the counter as his hips smack your thighs. Your body is being pushed back and forth in the air while all you can do is weakly grab at the counter. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, getting thrown around like a rag doll while Mauga bottomed out in you was bliss. You couldn’t help but moan out his name like a mantra, losing your breath with every thrust. He grips your hips, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. “Want me to cum in this pussy or on that pretty face?"

“D-d….dont know Ahhhhh~”

You can barely answer him when he’s plunging his cock into you nonstop. His cock slick with your juices, making nasty squelching noises. He fucked you deeper while he whispered the dirtiest thoughts in your ear. His cock is stretching you past your limits. You make a weak attempt to crawl away, pulling yourself onto the counter.

Mauga grabs your hips, slamming you back on his cock. “Don’t you fucking run from me; take this dick.”

Mauga groans and thrusts a few more times. One more powerful stroke is all it took. Mauga started filling your pussy with his hot seed. He thrusts deep, feeling his cock twitch as he unleashes his load inside you. You can feel his cum seeping into your walls, filling you up with his essence. He keeps fucking into you while you cum on his cock, covering him in your juices.

You sigh and start to relax on the counter, catching your breath.

"You're not done, sweetheart."

You start to protest when he picks you up and puts you on the floor. He grabs you by the back of your hair, pushing his cock to your lips.

“Open wide, baby."

You open your mouth, and Mauga shoves his fat cock down your throat. You gag, tears coming to your eyes as you steady yourself, putting your hands on his thighs. Mauga growls, pushing his hips forward, his cock forcing its way into your mouth. "Fuck yes." He groans, his hands gripping your hair tightly as he thrusts in and out of your mouth. His cock is hitting the back of your throat.

You swallow his dick down to the base and begin to play with his heavy balls. Your sloppy noises echo through the kitchen.

Mauga's hips jerk violently as he feels your warm, wet mouth on his cock, his hands gripping your head tighter. "Fuck yeah, suck it, baby." He groans, his hips pounding into your mouth as he fucks your face with long, hard strokes.

Mauga's moans turn into grunts as his hips start bucking wildly as he loses control. "Mmmmh shit! Almost there..." He grips your head tightly, his cock jerking erratically in your mouth as he approaches his climax.

Mauga's entire body tenses up as he feels his climax come again, his hot cum filling your mouth and his hips jerking violently. "Fuuuuuck!" he moans lewdly, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum, filling your mouth to the brim.

He pulls out of your mouth, spraying the rest of his cum on your face, his cock still hard and throbbing, cum dripping from the tip onto your tits. "Swallow it all, sweetie." He commands, his voice rough with authority.

You swallow all of his cum, sticking your tongue out to show him you finished.

Mauga chuckles, thinking you look gorgeous with your face covered in his cum. “Frosted like your cookies."

Just then, your timer dings.

“Cookies done, babe, go on and take ‘em out. You can frost 'em after I’m finished fucking you again."

[szagaloree]

To Live Mauga x reader

I wrote this after reading a agnst Mauga fic it made me sad so I changed my past idea from slice of life to a fluffy moments with taking care of Mauga (gender neutral reader)

You didn’t ask Mauga a lot about his past, but you know it made him into the man he is today. As long as you’ve known him, he’s always had a carefree outlook on life. You’ve seen him angry, happy, horny, and even embarrassed.

But you had never seen him sad; nothing could wipe the usual smirk off his handsome face. To have a face of complete shock or dread was not something you were used to seeing. Mauga, the unshakable mountain of a man, was trembling, and you didn’t know what to do.

He came home distressed, covered in bandages. He took one look at you and instantly went to the bedroom, cooping himself up without saying a word. You made your way to the room to see the man you loved on the bed, slightly curled up, as if it would hide him from the world.

You went over to him and put your arms around him. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t even move. But somehow, you knew he didn’t want words; he just needed you. You continued to hold him, rocking him back and forth. And after an hour of that, he finally spoke.

“I almost died today." Your blood ran cold. Those are genuinely the last words you ever wanted to hear from him. You knew working for Talon would come with trouble, but being prepared for it was a whole different issue. You didn’t speak, deciding to wait and see if he’d continue.

“We had a mission to capture this dude. He owed Doom first a lot of cash. I should’ve known it would be bullshit when he sent the whole team. The guy we were chasing had us trapped like rats, trying to pick us off one by one. He had a lot of goons, too, until we finally caught up with him. The place was already torn down and still coming down on top of us. That asshole knew he couldn’t make it out, so he set himself off.”

You look at him, confused. “Set himself off?” Mauga nodded.

“He had bombs on his body, saying he wouldn’t give doom shit. He said he reached his goal, and he'd die knowing he did it with no regrets. I knew he was crazy, but I didn’t think he’d off himself before we could even capture him.”

Mauga leaned his head onto yours; he stayed quiet for a moment before placing his face on your shoulder.

“The whole building was coming down, and because I was the tank, I took the blunt hit off it. I was trapped behind the ceiling debris that fell. The whole building was falling apart; shit was on fire, and I was trapped. I thought I wasn’t gonna get out. When more of the ceiling fell on top of me, it broke open the floor. I fell through, but I had a chance. I had to crawl most of the way and use my guns to break whatever was blocking me off. I reached dead end after dead end, and I didn’t think I could get out. Shit was falling down on me, and I could barely breathe, and by the time I made it somewhere else, I thought it was another dead end until I dug through the debris and made it outside.”

You hugged him tighter, kissing his face all over. He had bruises all over his face. You kissed each of them softly, giving him an Eskimo kiss.

“I’m so glad you made it out, darling. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost you. My poor baby."

Mauga leaned into your touch, snuggling closer to your warmth. He kisses your cheek, finding his way back to your neck.

“Wanna know the most fucked up part when I got out. They were flying away, and the only reason they came back was because Sigma saw me and started waving, and Sombra came to look. They left me for dead, and I’m not even fucking surprised.”

You scowled “I’m not surprised either; I really wish you never joined Talon in the first place, but I know that as a mercenary, you have to do what you need to.”

He nodded while kissing your shoulder. He pulled you into his chest, and you rubbed your fingers over his bandaged arms.

“For the first time in a long time, I was afraid of dying. I promised myself after the heart surgery I’d live every day like it was my last; I just never thought that day would come as quickly as that. I was actually fucking scared of dying. I didn’t want to die that way, trapped and alone."

You held him tighter, and if you felt your shoulder getting wet, you didn’t say anything about it.

“I thought about you, how I couldn’t leave you, and how I had to get back to you. All I wanted to do was get back to the one person who gave a damn about me.”

“And you did. I’m so proud of you, my love.” You run your fingers through his hair and console him. "You're so strong. I know I worry about you a lot when you go on missions, but I never doubted that you would always come back to me."

You both hold each other while sharing sweet kisses and longing looks. Putting your foreheads against one another, Mauga squeezes your hips, bringing you closer.

“How about we take a bath together? I could look at your wounds, and after that, I’ll warm up dinner for you.”

Mauga nods, kissing your lips softly. “I’d love that, baby."

You got to the bathroom and ran the bath water. You can hear Mauga behind you getting undressed. You turn around and help him take off his wraps. He runs his hands through your hair, kissing your forehead as you slowly remove his bandages.

You couldn’t help but flinch at some of his wounds. You lift his hands, kissing each one of his knuckles. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You both stepped in the tub, but this time you got behind him. You take the shampoo and conditioner and start with his hair. He growled when you scrubbed his scalp; he always loved it when you played in his hair.

He growled and leaned his head back. As you rinsed his hair out, he leaned into you, kissing your jaw and neck. You softly push him away. “Let me wash your back.” He turned back around, letting you wash him.

“Wanna wash all of me?” You roll your eyes at him while he snickers.

“I’m not washing your butt, you dork," he playfully splashes you, causing water to get in your face and all over the floor.

"Oops"

After you both finish up, you dry off his hair, then clean and rewrap his wounds. He holds your waist the whole time, not giving you much room to move. “Do they hurt really bad?”

He gives you a pout, nodding his head. "Yup, kiss em for me?” You laughed at his foolishness. “You know what? Yes, I will.”

You lean in, kissing every one of his bandaged wounds. Mauga runs his fingers through your hair. He brings your face up to his, bringing you into a slow, passionate kiss. Your tongues caress each other, and his hands cover your face while rubbing your temples.

You lean back and kiss his chest, where his two hearts would be. “Let me warm your food up, then we could watch a movie."

He nodded. You both headed downstairs, and while you got his food ready, Mauga didn’t let you go. You are used to him being affectionate, but not this clingy. You didn’t mind, though he almost lost his life. You almost lost him. No matter how long it took, you’d be by his side, spoiling him until he was comfortable.

“Common Mauga I promised you cuddles and a movie."

And that’s how you both ended the night, cuddled up in each other's arms, sharing kisses and light touches. Mauga hands never left you. He nuzzled himself into your chest, and you played in his hair. Laughing at his cute antics.

“Gimmie kiss,” you lean down, kissing his lips.

"Another.” You start laughing; the sight of the giant man pouting and giving you puppy dog eyes was so adorable.

When you kiss him again, Mauga bites your bottom lip, sucking on it. Once he lets you go, you can’t help but ask something that’s been on your mind.

“You’re not going back to them, are you?”

“Don’t know"

You sighed, not really liking the answer, but not questioning it.

“Just know you don’t need them to make a living."

He looks up at you, kissing your nose.

“I know; all I need is you."

And after that, you couldn’t help but give Mauga all the kisses he wanted.

[szagaloree]

MAUGA X READER

A LITTLE BIT OF MISTAKE pt. 2

Warning: This content is rated 🔞. This might involve sexual relations. Do not read if you are underage.

(Previously)...

You blushed hard but at the same time, your heart started beating faster.

"No. No. No! NO!! YOU ASSHOLE! Don't you fucking dare touch me you perverted bastard!" You yelled, squirming beneath his grasp.

Mauga watched them squirmed, lifting them and smiles as he watched them contently.

(CONTINUATION)...

It's becoming more difficult for you to maintain your sanity with Mauga at your side because the two of you are still stuck within the damaged structure.

He gently lays you back down on the ground where you had previously fallen but this time he kept your arms pinned to your sides with one hand and placed his other over both of your wrists firmly. He looked down at your face, still covered with dirt and dust from the collapsed building. He leaned down close to you and spoke softly in your ear, "...I think we're done here, don't you?"

He suddenly pulls you into a standing position and pins you against the boulder behind you, holding you there by your arms. His face inches closer until you can feel the warmth radiating off of him.

"How about a kiss... to show you that you aren't useless anymore?~" He cooed.

You glared at him, "Not happening. Get off of me."

Your expression became murderous and you began furiously thrashing around against his grip, screaming at him, "If you were able to get out of this trap all this time then what's the hold up! What are you waiting for, huh!? Just kill me already! I know you want to!"

Mauga simply chuckled, staring down at you with those unnerving eyes of his, "Why, little bunny, I'd love to~ I'm just enjoying seeing the light in your eyes disappear~"

he grinned and laughed.

"You sick fuck! You sick piece of shit!! Stop messing with me!!" You screamed at him and struggled against his grip harder. You continued to struggle for quite some time, until Mauga suddenly stops moving and loosened his hold on your wrists,

and his large hands covers your eyes.

You stood there now confused, feeling utterly bewildered as you tried desperately to see what he's doing now. He seemed to be standing right beside you.

Before you could say something Mauga brings his lips to yours and kisses you passionately and passionately in return, making your blood boil.

You stood there in shock.

You try your best to fight back but you can't move.

You can't do anything except stare in darkness helplessly.

Feeling his lips as he kisses you passionately, his huge hand covering your eyes gently.

You don't realize that your eyes are closing until he breaks the kiss to take a breath.

"Wanna see how much longer you can last?" He whispers in your ears, sending shivers down your spine as he puts down his hand and stares at your revealed shock expression.

He kisses your cheek, your nose, your chin, your neck... anywhere he wanted, leaving soft kiss marks wherever he kissed.

You held back moan. Trying your hardest to suppressed them.

He keeps kissing you, his mouth traveling from your lips to your jaw and finally to your shoulder, his warm breath hitting your sensitive skin as he continued to kiss every inch of your skin with no regard to your struggles.

You stood there frozen.

'Wasn't he about to kill me?'

'Why is he so gentle?'

'He's an enemy'

'I cannot...'

'What is he trying to do?'

You tell yourself.

You feel your resistance gradually melting away until you lose any sense of logic left in your brain, just giving in to the passion that filled you and his kisses and touches.

You begin to melt against him, feeling overwhelmed and powerless and hopeless.

You don't even notice that the darkness has completely swallowed you whole until you are completely engulfed by it.

You pretended to stay strong, even though you didn't want to, even though you weren't ready.

You tried your very best to resist his kiss and words that made you feel weak and vulnerable, but it didn't last long before you break in and gave into his pleasured words and kisses.

Even now, as long as you live, you will never forget how hot, lustful, passionate Mauga's kisses were.

Mauga stops kissing you, but you can feel the wetness of his mouth where he kissed you, and you're sure he's licking it up with a satisfied smile on his face.

You feel your face flush bright red as you realize what you have done.

You stared with disbelief at the mess you've created. You've just kissed the monster who tried to kill you. You had no idea how you got yourself into such a predicament and what was worse, you knew exactly what it is that he wants from you, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You couldn't do it. You couldn' t give into him. There is no way you would let someone like him win.

You were determined to keep fighting until the end.

"How dare you!" you spat venomously, pushing Mauga harshly on the chest, causing him to stumble slightly before grabbing you by your shoulders and placing you back up in front of him, pinning you back against the wall again.

You glare up at him, refusing to look away or back down. You hated him, you hated everything about him.

"Be careful! I have two hearts inside of me, remember that. It's quite painful when I have one of them in my possession." He explained with a smirk, leaning down closer to you. "Don't test my patience too much, bunny." He muttered, his voice low and dangerous, "We wouldn't want that, now, would we?"

The two of you were silent. Both glaring and glaring daggers at each other, neither breaking eye contact not until...

You pulled him into a heated, desperate kiss, your teeth biting into his lip roughly.

Mauga groans, pulling away and allowing himself to be lost in the sensation of being with you. He wrapped an arm around your waist possessively and held you tight against him. The feeling of his big fingers pressing tightly against your hips was enough to make your knees quiver involuntarily.

He moved slowly, savouring the taste of your lips. His tongue explored your moist mouth as he deepens the kiss. You moaned in excitement as he licked your bottom lip teasingly, sucking on it gently, teasing you more.

Your hands roamed into his chest, gently touching his cybernetic hearts, loving the feeling as you stroked them with the pads of your fingertips. You felt them beating, almost violently, your fingers crossed to its tribal tattoos as you ran your hands along the edges of them.

As you traced the tattoo on Mauga's chest, he growled in pleasure.

"lo'u alofa," he says breathlessly, looking deeply into your eyes, "you're a temptress." He says with that huge smug look plastered all over his face.

You widened your eyes and now you have regretted what you have officially done.

You pulled away from him with a blush.

"I am going to die if I continue with this..." You whisper in horror You hadn't meant to kiss him like that, you didn't mean to make a fool out of yourself. Your eyes widen even further in horror and embarrassment.

Mauga chuckles, wrapping his arm loosely around your waist and bringing you back into his embrace, pressing his body tighter against yours.

"If your worried about your so-called Overwatch team, then don't worry about much," He mumbled, his lips brushing against your ear. "They ain't here."

"Then why don't you leave already!?" You snapped and pushed against his chest once more.

He smiled, his grin widening as he pressed his chest harder against yours.

"Because this is fun...and you're fun...and I'm so damn hungry." He grins.

You rolled your eyes at him and scoffed, crossing your arms against your chest.

"...You're a pig." You muttered.

Mauga smirks, "And what are you?" He retorted.

You glared at him angrily.

"I hate you."

Mauga just smiles at you.

Suddenly he picks you up bridal style and leaps from the imprisoned structure, shielding you, and the two of you are set free.

You stared in disbelief. You were free? You thought you were going to die! How could you be so stupid!?

"With your immense strength, you might have simply set us free. Why didn't you do that from the start!?" You exclaimed angrily in anger at him, not knowing what else to say, "We would have been free sooner if you just saved us first!"

Mauga just laughs amused at you, putting you back down on the ground, "I did save you. Now you're here."

You glared at him.

"No, you killed me, asshole!" You shouted angrily at him.

"And yet here you stand." Mauga smug triumphantly, pointing a finger at you. "You should thank me."

"Oh, fuck you..."

"Your welcome." He smirks.

Mauga looks around. It was still broad daylight but when the two of you were trapped together it felt like hours had gone by since your kiss. You both looked at one another.

And Mauga, that giant ass pig, smirked widely.

"Your friends aren't here either...that means you're alone." He said smugly.

You narrowed your eyes at him, your cheeks heating up.

"Well, they won't be for long because-" Suddenly, he grabs you by the waist and carries you bridal style,again. "Woah!" You exclaimed in surprise. "Put me down!" You yelled at him.

He smirks as he brings his face inches from yours. "Nope," he smirks.

You huff frustratedly as you roll your eyes.

Mauga together with you ran towards his place, wrapping your arms into his broad neck, praying to God that this man won't let go of you and drag you to his home.

When he reaches his house he drops you off at the door of his room.

"Welcome! ~" He chirped playfully.

You stared coldly at him before turning and walking briskly inside, avoiding him as he laughed heartily at you. Once the door closed behind you, you stood frozen on the spot, your cheeks blushing as heat spread throughout your entire body. That damned man was going to be the death of you.

"afio mai ile fale, alofa!" Mauga called out in a sing song voice as he walked back to his hut. "O le a manaia lenei mea!" He added with a laugh.

You stared with a bit of confusion. You don't speak samoan language, and you don't know that word, but Mauga spoke in it.

What does that word mean? You wondered.

You saw some bandages and some medicinal ointments laid out on a bed next to him, which you assumed belonged to Mauga. And then something else caught your attention: A small vial of clear liquid. You furrowed your brows. What was that? Was it medicine? Some sort of poison? Then beside the bed there was a table on top is a book.

It has Baptiste's picture circled in red, but you weren't able to make sense of it.

Why was there a picture of Baptiste on Mauga's bedside table?

Mauga closed the book, you were staring so much at the iillustration and suddenly he came up behind you, wrapping his large hands tightly around your waist.

Your heart started racing as he brought his head closer to you and placed a feathery light kiss on the nape of your neck.

"Why is Baptiste on your bedside table?", you asked curiously, completely forgetting that he had just kissed you. Mauga grinned at you mischievously.

"Baptiste, a friend who left me after a very bad time," he said darkly, tightening his grip slightly as though warning you to not cross him.

Mauga turned you around swiftly, pressing you forcefully against the wall behind you, his hand resting at the side of your neck. Your breathing became erratic as you stared into his glowing red eyes. Those eyes that reminded you of the blood stained on your arm; those eyes that made you weak. Made you weak because of the power and lust that radiated from them.

You swallowed hard as Mauga leaned down and took a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. His thumb caressed your cheek and he pulled away from you. You breathed heavily as Mauga placed another slow, lingering kiss on your nose, before he rested his forehead against yours and gazed into your beautiful eyes.

"Now I think you're ready to hear my explanation for that horrible kiss earlier."

You blushed hard, remembering how intimate and sexual it had become.

"Please tell me that wasn't actually a confession." You said hesitantly as you lowered your gaze and looked at your feet shyly.

Mauga laughed loudly, pulling you into his embrace, lifting you effortlessly in the air. His smile grew bigger as he carried you down to the bed. He placed you carefully on the mattress, propping himself up right next to you.

"If I am then, you're a terrible liar." He said.

You scowled at him, "I don't get that..." You said with a sour look. Mauga chuckled softly, rubbing your thighs with his thumbs. You shivered as his touch tingled your skin through the thin material of your underwear.

Mauga leaned in slowly. His lips brushed gently against yours as the corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a seductive smirk.

"I never lied when I said I was hungry..." He whispered, kissing you again. His kisses grew rougher, his tongue running along your bottom lip teasingly. Your whole body stiffened.

You tried to push him away but his large fingers held onto your wrists. He moved his head to your neck and began sucking marks into your skin.

"Mauga!" You gasped out between moans. His teeth dug harshly into your shoulder causing you to squirm beneath him.

"Hmm..." He hummed quietly, licking at your jawline as he pulled away. "... I can't! M-my teammates! I-I need to...to help them!" You protested but Mauga didn't listen to you anymore and soon his warm lips were back on yours, trailing over your collarbone, your neck and chest, his breath fanning against your naked flesh. He reached the edge of your panties and slowly lowers them like very slowly. You whimpered in protest but he only chuckled against your skin and continued to pull and peel away your clothes.

"M-mauga!" You whined as you grabbed hold of him, trying to pull him back towards yourself, to try and stop him. But he didn't move an inch and continued to tease your bare stomach. He pulled away from you, his bright, glowing eyes meeting yours.

"Don't worry about the others." He smirked evilly. "They'll be fine without you for awhile." He said before kissing and biting at your skin hungrily once more. His hot breath tickling and teasing as he teased you mercilessly.

"M-Mauga! No!" You begged as you squirmed, wanting desperately to escape.

"Mauga yes." Mauga groaned in pleasure.

"Your killing me... " "Good! I want this." Mauga whispered seductively in your ear, "Keep struggling. Keep fighting." He growled lowly, his deep voice rumbling within your ears. You couldn't help but whimper in excitement, but it soon died down as Mauga kissed you deeply. His tongue moving in sync with his hands, roaming your body with his hands.

"Aah..." You panted as you arched your back. "Mauga... "You cried out as you felt his mouth travel down to your breasts.

You whimpered and bucked your hips to bring him nearer to your entrance.

Mauga smirks and chuckles at your attempt to please him. He stopped what he was doing for a moment to look at you, amusement clearly written across his features.

"Oh yes." He whispers as he starts licking his way down your body, pausing every now and then to nibble at the sensitive skin.

"Hnnghhhh..." You moan and bite your lower lip nervously as goosebumps covered your skin. It felt so good. So right. Like it was meant to happen. It's been so long since you've had sex, or even been touched like this...and you knew it was all worth it.

"Ah~" you gasp as Mauga bites lightly on one of your breasts. You could feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes, and yet you kept looking at him and his eyes, searching for any hint of emotion that would indicate sadness, hurt or anger. Anything. But he remained calm, unaffected by your reactions and merely looked at you expectantly. You sighed sadly as you shook your head lightly.

"This isn't right." You told him as your eyes filled with regret. "I shouldn't have done this."

He looked up at you questioningly. "Done what?" He questioned calmly.

"Let you take advantage of me." You replied as you looked at the ground ashamed.

Mauga chuckled at this, "So you are interested."

Your eyes snapped up to meet his as you felt yourself flush scarlet at the realization. Oh no...

His lips curled into a wicked grin as he pushed you further into the pillows and leaned down and gave a passionate kiss. When he pulled away you stared blankly up at him for a moment, before you quickly sat up.

"No. This is wrong. I cannot do this to my team and you." You argued, feeling guilty.

"You say that, but we both know you will give in to temptation soon enough. And then what shall they do? The others are still out there looking for us." He argued.

"But this is wrong."

"And what if it is?" He challenged you. "Do you deny that our actions speak louder than words?"

You were speechless. How could you answer his question?

"If we keep going forward it may get harder. Difficult!" You reasoned. Mauga laughs loudly with that stupid beaming smile on his face.

"Difficult for whom? We don't see anyone here and they won't notice us, and besides you are already HERE. There is no other choice."

"That doesn't mean I am ready. If something were to happen to the team-"

Mauga licks your neck softly and trails a few gentle kisses down to your breasts. "What is 'wrong' with giving in to passion?" He asked huskily as his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his fingers massaging at the tight, engorged knot. You let out a small gasp of discomfort and pleasure at this erotic assault

"M-Mauga! Stop! This isn't fair to the team! Please...you can't force me-"

"And why would you want to leave anyways? What's to stop you from staying, being exactly as you are now?" Mauga murmured as his fingers started exploring your pussy. Your hands immediately went to his hair and tugged playfully.

"Is it because I'm your enemy, little bunny?" He growls, leaning in close to your ear to nibble on it with his sharp fangs. You bit your lip and turned around slightly so that your back faced him. Mauga grinned to himself as he watched you.

"Or maybe you just like playing dirty and having fun when things go bad." He murmurs, pressing a kiss against the base of your spine before he begins to lick you slowly.

You moaned loudly. You wanted to beg him to stop. To end it. But you found yourself unable to utter any word.

You lay helpless underneath Mauga while he played your body like his personal playground. He was relentless with his ministrations until your body trembled uncontrollably from the exquisite pleasure coursing through you. Mauga grinned victoriously as he saw his prey finally succumb and break.

"E lua fatu e pamu...." He mumbled as he trailed his fingers along your clit to find a place that excited him most. He slipped a finger inside you and stroked you gently.

You cried out, reaching down to grab onto his hand. He smiled to himself and started fucking you hard. Your breathing became erratic as his fingers continued to thrust into you.

His fingers were large and strong, almost too big for you but your entire body seemed to crave his touch. You moaned loudly, clutching at the sheets with your fists.

Mauga watched you eagerly. He enjoyed seeing you writhing under him like that. Every moan, every whimper and gasp he heard was delicious. Even though you were supposed to hate him, Mauga couldn't help but enjoy watching you suffer, and enjoying the sounds of your pleasuring. Pleasure flooded into his veins, making him feel stronger and bolder.

"Mauga..." You pleaded weakly and he felt his dick twitch.

"You can call out my name all you like." Mauga purred before he slid another finger inside you.

You closed your eyes tightly. It took all your strength not to release, to not scream out loud, but you had to remain strong. Mauga knew this.

"Please...please don't stop." You pleaded again.

"Never." Mauga promised softly as he moved faster and faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. Your walls clenched around his fingers, pulling and pulling them in and out of you. He loved hearing you scream like that. It made his cock throb painfully. He wanted nothing more than to watch you, to taste you, to make you cum all over his fingers.

He began to pump into you even faster and faster. Faster and faster as you tried to fight him. You needed this. You craved it. Deserved it. Wanted it. And you'd be damned if anything happened to ruin his fun.

You came in an instant. Your body shaking violently, screaming in pure ecstasy. Mauga smirked to himself. You looked absolutely beautiful when you climaxed. The sound of your screams mixed perfectly with the sound of your whimpers and pants escaping your mouth.

"Alofa, we're not finished. Not yet." Mauga breathed harshly as he watched you come undone, moaning incoherently. Mauga couldn't hold back the smug grin. After all, he was the one who had taken you there, so what did it matter that he was the one who was coming?

Mauga pulls his fingers out and grabs you firmly by the hips, pulling you up into him and slamming you down onto his tip. You moaned loudly as he slid his thick member in and out of you, your whole body tensing.

"T-too big!" You cried out, your eyes fluttering closed as he hit your prostate. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Just stay with me...stay with me..." He murmured in between grunts. "You want it just as much as I do." He added before sucking roughly on your breast.

The next minute you were moaning his name and begging for more as he fucked you harder and faster. His movements quickened to match your pace and soon you were gasping out his name repeatedly while his teeth tore at your nipple.

Mauga didn't stop there either. No. Not quite yet. He continued to pounds you fiercely and mercilessly as his tongue and teeth ravaged your body. You moaned and gasped loudly as you felt him push deeper and deeper inside of you. You wanted more, needed mmore

You both lost count how many times it happened. By the time he was finished and you had cried out again and again he pulled out of you completely, rolling off of you so that you were lying flat across the mattress, panting and sweaty from your orgasm, and completely spent.

You lay there, panting heavily, feeling lightheaded from the exertion and the lack of air, as Mauga laid beside you lazily, gazing down at you and grinning evilly like a child who had stolen all the candy from the store without permission.

His face was flushed and you could tell he hadn't stopped smiling since his climax. He was satisfied and very happy about it too.

You could tell by the way his eyes kept darting over your naked body greedily.

"Didn't think you'd last that long." Mauga muttered, still catching his breath. You rolled over to look up at him, trying to catch your breath also.

"I don't usually, but today was different..." You admitted softly.

"Oh? Because of my dick or the fact that we've been making love for a couple hours straight?" He chuckled, wiggling his brows playfully.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and you stammered incoherently as you sat up, turning away from him to try and cool down. You knew he was teasing you but it still made you blush furiously.

Mauga laughed as he watched you fuss in front of him. He crawled over to you and kissed your shoulder tenderly.

"Hey now bunny, I wasn't joking. I really did enjoy myself today." He whispered. You turned back to look at him and smiled.

He was right; he had enjoyed the experience more than he had expected. But the thought of you doing it for the first time made him excited and nervous all at the same time. He wondered how he would react when he got to the point where he couldn't take the anticipation anymore. He wondered how it would affect him if you decided to leave. How disappointed he would feel afterwards and what he would do to convince you to stay.

But that was later. Right now, Mauga had something much better to focus on. Something far better to occupy his attention. He grabbed hold of your wrists to pull them above your head. You yelped in surprise, looking at him wide eyed.

"I was thinking, it wouldn't be so bad if you didn't have those pesky bruises anymore." Mauga said as he lifted your hands above your head and began tracing kisses all along your arms. You shivered at the soft touches and moaned quietly as his lips trailed further downwards.

You forget about the team, you forget about your job, you forget about everything else. All you cared about was his touch and the way his lips were making you feel. Mauga reached between your legs and began massaging you gently, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. You writhed in pleasure beneath him, unable to contain the moan that escaped your lips.

"We'll continue this on our next mission~" He hummed as he slipped out his finger. "Maybe once you are ready I can take you back home, alofa."

He bent down and kissed you passionately. Your whole body tingled pleasantly and you could barely keep yourself upright as you returned his kiss.

Suddenly, your thoughts turned dark and you broke away from Mauga, gasping for air and trying desperately not to gag.

"OMG! My team!"

-End?

[szagaloree]

Bath Time Drabble

Mauga x Reader

Tw: suggestive, nudity

Word count: 2185

a/n: thought a bath fic would be cute to write about

Finding some time to yourself you decide a bath would be a perfect way to relax right about now. Mauga was away on a mission and although you two haven’t been together for very long you’ve learned to handle your stress. It was dangerous work, but you knew Mauga was more than capable. You already considered him the Atlas to your world; you didn’t want to put more on his plate by worrying to death.

Mauga would love for you to relax right now considering he’s a little late coming home. You’ve freaked out on him many times before and even though he has spent a few nights reassuring you it dawned on you that maybe this wasn’t exactly what he wanted to come home to. You took it upon yourself to work on that.

Now here you were waltzing from the bedroom to his rather large bathroom. Of course it had to accommodate for his size, however it was more than that. A high ceiling to match the bedroom and a deep bath built into the floor. Mauga always did enjoy the feeling of water all around him. The shower head rested directly above as if to give off the effects of a waterfall. You two shared this home out of impulse the day you both realized work and among other things have limited how frequently you would be seeing each other. Every moment he’s home with you reminds you of how grateful you were for the new arrangement.

You begin to prepare everything as you gather your choice of scents and lathers; even sneaking in some of Mauga’s beloved scents just to bask in them. The bath begins to fill before you drop whatever you prefer in it. As steam floods the room you breathe in the mixed smells and pick up on the soft spices combined with a touch of palo santo. Granted, it was his leave-in conditioners that sweetened his smell, but this was unmistakably him. It relaxes you in an instant. Turning to your phone you put on a playlist a friend of yours had shared to help settle your nerves. Niran was always looking out for you that way.

Placing your phone down on a nearby shelf and shutting off the brimming water you finally disrobe and gently lower yourself in. The contrast of the cool air and the steaming water forces you to take a minute to adjust before you’re submerged and content.

The smell of him makes your mind wander. You ponder his whereabouts and tense at the thought of him in a situation where he's finally bitten off more than he can chew. Perhaps this is the one time you should be worried. Were you not already in the bath you would have started to pace. Thankfully you wave off the thoughts before they can flourish and focus more on getting clean. As your bathing routine commences you fail to hear someone enter your home in the middle of your session.

Messaging the soap into your hair and skin puts you in such a trance that you start to lightly hum to the music; even after you’re done with the routine. You finish by grabbing the dark wooden bowl you left for yourself and proceed to use it to rinse off the shampoo and conditioner out of your hair. After all is said and done you position yourself on the edge of the bath to soak. There you lay resting your arms outside of the bath to cool off and support yourself as you peak out the window with your back facing the door. The moonlight pours over you and illuminates the bath beautifully as your humming carries throughout the room. Your friend had surprisingly good taste for choosing a genre you wouldn’t normally pick for yourself.

A long whistle snaps you out of your trance, “What a sight.” A deep voice almost purrs at you.

“Mauga!” You exclaim in both shock and relief. You rush to cover the front of yourself with your back turned to him at an angle as you look at him in all his naked glory.

“Don’t stop that singin’ on my account, sugar. Just thought I’d join ya.” He grins as he can tell you’re still in the process of getting used to his rather confident approach to nudity in this relationship. You try your best to keep your eyes above the waist despite really not wanting to. Even focusing on his various tattoos couldn’t save you. Settling for turning your head away you feel a wave push you towards the edge of the bath as water spills out at all sides. There’s an exaggerated sniff behind you before you hear him speak again, “Aw you missed me so much you had to use my stuff, huh?” He loved to tease you. Much to his pleasure you lightly bark back, “Well, you did take your sweet time getting home.”

His laugh shakes the water around him as you feel him move towards you. The water reached just a few inches above his waist but it was enough to completely submerge him if he were to lay down.

“There was some work drama-you know how it is.” Mauga chuckles to himself as he sugarcoats his last little debriefing with his team.

Now that he was in the bath with you it was much easier to look at him, although, it was now evident that he was staring at your ass through the water. “Ahem.” Your glare was easily translated as an empty threat that earned another deep chuckle from Mauga. “A text wouldn’t hurt.” You suggest.

He lightly scoffs, “You know I will always come home to you. Takes more than a bunch of nulltroops to take me out of the game.” When he’s met with silence he continues, “but… if it helps you relax I’ll send a text when I'm about to head home.” He returns the small smile you give him before it widens. You could tell by the look in those amber eyes that he was feeling mischievous. He was about to tease you relentlessly. You brace yourself by facing the window once more, but hardly focusing on what's outside. “You missed a spot, babe.” He spreads his hand against your back before sliding it’s way up to the back of your neck as he has leaned down to whisper in your ear. His free hand gently holds your stomach as he presses you closer to him.

“Maybe if you help me with that you might get something in return… if you’re good.” Despite your beating ribcage you grant him a sideways glance with those bedroom eyes that you know he goes crazy for. He licks his lips in anticipation before his deep voice shakes you to your core, “Anything for you, angel face.” A fitting name for you as the moonlight dances around you. You melt in his touch as he lathers you up and sneaks a few light touches with his free hand.

“Mauga.” You voice in a warning yet playful tone.

He only laughs to himself before he asks you something as if he is none the wiser, “How about that nice little tune you were singin’ before, huh?” He reaches for the wooden bowl and rinses your back. Mauga finishes his task by chastely kissing the back of your neck. It sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.

You hadn’t even noticed the playlist had ended a while ago. It must have slipped your mind to set it to repeat after it was over. As you were about to tell Mauga that you would really rather not, he stares down at you with such a gentle gaze as if he were being serious. Perhaps he was…

You play with the notion just a beat longer until you sigh and turn to him. He hides it well, but you could see the tired look behind those amber eyes. Finally you shrug, “Alright turn around.” He beams at you as he follows your command. He seats himself close to the edge of the bath and waits patiently for you to get into position. Mauga obviously already knew his reward. He gladly takes up the offer any chance he can get. Bashfully, you get out of the warm bath to dry your hands on the towel you’ve brought with you. With your hands now dry enough you replay the song you were humming along to. Luckily it was easy to predict the melody.

Placing a towel on the cold and wet bathroom floor, you seat yourself down onto it and gingerly lower your legs into the water. Mauga doesn’t waste any time in leaning his head back towards you. His reward was having you wash his hair for him. Your fingers through his thick raven locks could put him in a trance no matter what. You placed another smaller towel folded over your lap as you guide his head a little closer just as the music picks up. With that, your soft humming carries throughout the room once again. The smell of gunpowder and metal wafts towards you, “You better start washing yourself, Mauga. You reek.” You chuckle in his ear in almost a whisper before humming again.

He only grumbles at you as he lazily grabs his soaps from the edge of the bath and lathers himself halfheartedly while you finish wetting his hair. Nails lightly scratch at his scalp as you begin lathering. You delicately work through any tangles and simultaneously coat every inch of his hair with product. Mauga doesn’t even rinse the soap off his body as he leans into your touch. With his eyes lulled shut you pick up the pace with a little more vigor; enough for him to groan at the feeling, “Your hands are magic, babe.”

You laugh softly through your nose as you continue with your song. As everything was coming to an end you were careful not to get any soap in his eyes. You nudged him gently off your legs as he was getting dangerously relaxed. You weren’t exactly fond of when he would sleep on you and make you lose blood flow to your legs. “C’mon Mau’” you cut his name short as an alternative nickname on occasion, “Time to rinse this stuff off.”

Mauga stands almost to full height and sluggishly makes his way to the middle of the bath. A surprising amount of water has been drained. You were kind enough to go to the controls and switch on the water to a welcoming temperature.

While he finishes up you take it upon yourself to prepare everything for bed. This involved drying off and getting dressed as well as a few other nightly routines. Once you were comfortable in his massively huge bed Mauga emerges from the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Your eyes follow the few droplets of water that race down his chest and stomach. With that blissful look on his face you were sure he was going to pass out with just the towel. Or even without it…

“That is just what I needed.” He approaches you and thanks you with a peck on the cheek before swapping the towel for sweats. The waist band is tight below his abdomen; his treasure trail spilling out tastefully. Mauga wasn’t a fan of underwear, especially in his own bed. Not that you complained anyway.

“Yeah I was worried you were going to fall asleep on me again.” You quip.

“I said I was sorry.” Mauga quickly retorts with a wide grin.

“You had to carry me to bed after that.” It was a playful complaint that Mauga gladly went along with.

“As if you don’t like it when I carry you princess style.” His booming laugh was easily contagious as you chuckle in response, “Alright, fair enough. Come to bed already.”

His sharp canines poke at his bottom lip as he eagerly crawls over to you, “Anything you say, angel face.”

“Easy there, big guy, save it for tomorrow.” He laughs through his nose before kissing you on the shoulder and flopping down next to you. Mauga wastes no time wrapping you in his arms and pulling you close to him. “That’s more like it.” You snuggle into his chest; being mindful of his cybernetic parts.

He moves the covers over the both of you to keep warm. Lastly he buries his face into your hair taking in the scent. “Goddamn you smell good.” You only pat his chest in response to that. “That tired already?” Mauga inquires.

This time you’re quick to respond, “Yeah, you should be too.” It’s mostly muffled but it gets a quiet laugh out of him.

“Alright alright. Goodnight, sugar.” He squeezes your ass for good measure which drives a groan out of you before you both drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

[szagaloree]

Mauga x reader and y’all mainly voted one shots so here’s one haha 18+ so minors don’t interact

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Reader is worried about Mauga when he goes on missions with talon so Mauga eases her worries the best way he knows how. Mauga x afab reader. (Oral sex f.receiving, size kink, overstimulation , mating press, there’s a little manhandling going on .) I tried my best I’m not the greatest at le smut.

You were laying in bed, struggling to sleep. Mauga had been taking on a lot of missions with Talon lately. Now you knew your boyfriend was tough, but that didn’t mean his job as a mercenary didn’t come with consequences. He is such a free spirit, but sometimes his boss doesn’t like it, and you were afraid it would cost him his life one day.

You wanted to stay up just in case Mauga came back and he needed help. He didn’t like it when you worried for him, but you couldn’t help it. You look at the clock, seeing that it’s 1:45 a.m.

“Mauga… please be alright”

And at 2:00am, you let out a sigh of relief hearing the alarm turn off. You sit up, waiting for your boyfriend to show himself, knowing he would stay down stairs and eat his dinner you had left in the oven for him. Around 45 minutes later, you hear big stomps coming upstairs. He peeks his head in to see if you are asleep, and he frowns when he sees otherwise.

Mauga crosses his arms “baby I told you, don’t wait up for me. You need your sleep”

You sigh, you knew were this was going “I know… I just can’t help it… I wanna make sure your ok”

He walks toward the bed and wraps his arms around you. Every time he holds you, it’s like you drown in his big muscles, and it feels like safety. He grips your chin, making you look at him.

“I told you I’d always come back to you, even if I had to take every life I needed to, and I meant it. You understand me”

You nodded; you knew how serious Mauga was. It took a lot for you to accept that he works for Talon. What he does makes you scared of what could come from it. For you and for him, it took a lot of work, but you knew he loved you, and you loved him just as much. He stares into your eyes and makes sure you truly understand that he’s serious. Then let’s go of your chin. He reaches down and grips your hips.

“Good, lemmie put your mind at ease. Lay down”

“But Mauga” he stops you and pushes you on your back, gripping your hands above your head.

“Lay down, and don’t move”

You listen to his instructions and look away with a heavy blush on your face. It always gave you butterflies when Mauga got this way. You could never get used to it. He somehow always made you feel like it was the first time every time.Mauga chuckles when he sees you, his muscular body pressing against your soft skin. He leans in close to your face, his warm breath tickling your neck.

“So fucking cute, you like it when I’m rough with you huh" he whispers seductively before leaning in to kiss your neck

You moan in embarrassment not wanting to admit it. Everything about this man turned you on and you couldn’t help it. He was so big, and so was everything on him. Mauga takes your moan as a sign of approval and smirks, his rough hands trailing down your body. He grabs your ass, squeezing and kneading it as he continues to kiss and nibble on your neck.

“Gonna eat you out til you can’t worry that pretty little head about anything else.” He groans, his cock throbbing in anticipation.

“Please~”

When he made no move to continue, you knew it would take more than that. Mauga loved it when you begged; he loved it even more to tease you. He could play with you for hours and still wouldn’t let you cum. Getting you to the edge and making you want more is what got him going. He knew you would beg for him so sweetly. You always do.

"Please Mauga~, I wanna cum for you…please please please touch me!” You gaze at him with pleading eyes. "I'm begging you, Mauga. I can’t take it anymore. My body is burning to have more of you.” You gasp in between words, and your eyes shyly look away. “I won’t be satisfied unless it’s you”

Mauga's eyes darken, and he starts to smirk as he hears your plea. His hips start grinding against you. He grabs your face roughly, pulling your head to the side as he bites your neck hard enough to leave a mark. His other hand reaches between your legs, roughly tearing your panties off.

“Don’t cry about it being to much later" He growls, using his thumbs to spread you’re pussy lips "I'm gonna make you cum, over and over again doll"

Mauga's tongue darts out, tracing the outline of your pussy before plunging inside. He groans as he feels your wet heat, and his hands grip your thighs as his tongue thrusts in and out of your tight hole in a punishing rhythm. You begin to squirm and beg for more as he licks your wet folds.

“Maugaaa ngh~” you tried to grind against his lips but his grip was to strong

He growls low in his throat. “You're so nasty when ya wanna be; act all shy, then ya beg for it," he says before taking a long lick from your entrance to your clit. Savoring the taste of you on his tongue. He continues to lap at your pussy, pushing his large finger inside you, stretching you as he thrusts it in and out while sucking on your pearl.

“I can't wait to feel you cum on my tongue" he mutters against your pussy, his free hand gripping your hip tightly. He runs his tongue up and down your cunt while flicking your clit slowly. He could feel you clench around his finger, he sped up his movements. Mauga moans into your pussy as you grind against his face, the sensation driving him wild. He increases the intensity of his tongue work, flicking and sucking your clit, pushing his finger deeper inside you.

You could feel yourself about cum, your back arched and you started to feel your stomach tighten. The familiar release washing over you as you grip the sheets and released into his mouth. Mauga pushes his face deeper into your dripping wet pussy lapping up your cum and he doesn’t stop even when you’re shaking.

“Ahhhhhhhhh- Mauga.. I can’t…. s’to much!” You try to pull on his hair to move him back but Mauga smacks your thigh gripping it hard enough to leave a bruise. He pulls you back to him pushing his weight down on you.

“Stop moving and fucking take it you begged for it”

He continues to lap up your juices, his tongue swirling around your clit sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. You begin to shake from the overstimulation, but you had no choice but to take it. He was making a mess of you, kissing and licking on your pussy his saliva mixing with your essence.

Mauga begins to slurp on your sensitive pussy while getting your juices on his face pressing his nose against your clit causing more friction. His finger begins to rub against your g-spot and your eyes roll to the back of your head. While your legs start convulsing Mauga continues his attack on your sensitive folds. Not stopping no matter how much you beg. The sounds of him kissing your clit and flicking it with his tongue rang through your ears.

“Mauga please m’gonna make a mess”

“Go ahead sweetheart make a mess on my face”

You start to lose your breath. The familiar tightness in your stomach returns until you feel added pressure you never have before. “Fuuuuuuckk!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You end up screaming as you squirt all over his face. Mauga rubs his hands over your clit roughly making your juices spray out on his face and the sheets. He stares into your eyes as he slurps up your mess still shoving his face back in your pussy licking and sucking on your folds. You trash in his hold, not able to take his continued ministrations.

“W-wait…. Ahh~….. Mauga ! m’sensitive no more please!”

Mauga growls in annoyance as he grips your legs and pushes them up against the bed. Your ankles were in the air near you knew you were stuck. Mauga leans back and smacks your ass so hard it leaves a red mark behind. You couldn’t help but hiss in pain feeling the familiar sting on your ass. You knew you were testing his patience. Because he knew you could take more of it, you have before.

He starts to finger your pussy quickly trying to get another organism out of you. As you try to beg for mercy squirming in his hold Mauga ignores you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. Fat tears start to roll down your face as you release another orgasm. The overstimulation leaving you a panting crying mess unable to think straight.

“Told you to stop fucking moving” Mauga takes off his pant’s and gets on top of you bringing your legs back further he puts his legs on both sides of you trapping you in the position. Mauga could never fully fit in you at the start. He was atleast 10 inches, his cock was fat and heavy. Even when he was fully hard it could barely hold its weight. He strokes his cock a few times before rubbing it against your folds getting himself wet with your juices.

He slaps it against your clit a few times before he slowly puts his thick cock in you. He takes his time stretching you open, knowing how hard it is for you to take him in. He begins to thrust slowly inside of you giving you time to adjust. He pulls back only leaving his tip in before slamming back down inside of you. Once he feels you running your fingers through his hair he knew you were ready. He starts to go deeper as he feels your tight heat around him.

“M-Mauga….it hurts… m’to full” you whine feeling the sting of him stretching you.

“Hurts sweetheart? Lemmie rub that pretty clit, make you feel good”

He moves his hand down softly rubbing your clit in circles. You look at him through your eyelashes biting your lip finally feeling some relief. “Feel better baby?” You nodded at him.

His cock moves deeper and deeper inside you as you begin to relax. You moan louder, begging him for more, and the pain starts to turn into pleasure. He starts to pick up the pace, slamming into you harder and faster. Mauga smirks as he watches you lose control. He continues to thrust in you roughly, feeling your tight walls gush all over his shaft. The room was filled with your moans and his growls. The loud Pat Pat sounds of his heavy balls slapping your ass filled the room and turned you on even more.

You scratch at his back unable to do anything else but to take him fucking you while in the mating press. His movement gets more rapid as his thurst get sloppier as he feels you shake and tremble beneath him. The bed begins to creak and the headboard hits the wall as he roughly fucks you into the bed.

Manga’s entire body shutters, his hips bucking wildly as he feels himself about to release. He continues to fuck you into the bed, gripping your thighs, while his thrust becomes more sloppy. As you start to come undone, he lets out a deep moan, letting out spurts of hot, sticky cum inside of you. And he doesn’t stop for over a minute until you're full of cum, leaving your pussy a sloppy mess.

He lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing ahold of you, turning on his back, and bringing you to his chest with his cock still in you. You lay on top of him, satisfied with being filled with his cum and feeling full with him still inside. You lean up to give him a kiss, and he grips your ass cheeks, caressing them softly while your tongues are caressing each other. When you both separate, a string of saliva connects you. Holding each other, you both lay in silence until Mauga speaks up.

“Any time you think I’m not coming back to you remember that I’ll always do anything to be with you.” He kissed your forehead, and you genuinely believe him.

“I believe it….. just promise you won’t do anything to stupid”

“How about just the right amount of stupid”

“Deal~”

[szagaloree]

Mauga with chubby partner

✮ PARING Mauga Malosi × Gender Neutral! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS chubby! reader, suggestive, mention of harassment

✮ SUMMARY  Headcanons of Mauga with chubby partner

✮ A/N I think someone requested something like ‘do you think Mauga likes chubby girls?’. I must have deleted it when I was deleting requests I knew I won't be taking care of (sorry). But after some thinking, I thought why not? Just a little reminded that I don't really write stuff for fem!reader's because I don't feel comfortable with it, so the reader's gender neutral.

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♡ Personally, I think Mauga doesn't mind having a chubby partner, i would even say he likes it quite a lot

♡ He's definitely a thighs and ass man. He loves giving your ass a grab or keeping his hand on your thigh. He's kinda obsessed with those parts of your body

♡ Mauga won't let you be insecure about your body or weight. He thinks you're perfect just the way you are, he absolutely loves you just the way you are. He loves your cute chubby cheeks, even your rolls or stretch marks. He adores you!

♡ Like I mentioned, Mauga adores you and your body. And he's not afraid of showing it! He compliments you a lot, gives you kisses and playful touches. And when you're not in the mood for his playful behavior and want some peace, he's more than happy to cuddle with you or even just lay next to you if don't want to be touched

♡ He's going to encourage you to wear what you want. He won't judge you if you prefer not to show off your body that much, but will definitely remind you that he won't let anyone harass you. 

♡ The last thing he's going to allow I'd for people to make fun of you or/and harass you. Luckily, when the two of you are together, no one dares to even think about being mean to you. One look at Mauga and everyone knows he won't be afraid to rip them in half for one bad word towards you

♡ Mauga goes crazy when he sees you in lingerie, he can't take his eyes away from you. Or if he just sees you naked. If you don't believe him that he finds you really attractive, he won't be afraid to show you

[szagaloree]

POV: You're trying to have fun on competitive~ 🏝️♡👾