#Ao’nung smut

[bubblebaththoughts]

Sensory Deprivation

Lo’ak&Ao’nung&Neteyam x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

kinkmas masterlist

warnings: 18+ MDNI!, p in v, oral!fem receiving, teasing, blindfolded

translations:

It was just a dare.

More like, you opened your big mouth and Ao’nung took you way too seriously.

You now had a cloth wrapped around your head as one of them pounded into you.

It seemed like all of their voices morphed together.

“Who is it? Who’s fucking you?” Ao’nung whispered to you

“I don’t know!” You cry out trying to reach forward but one string hand holds your arms back

“Yes you do.” Neteyam groaned

“Just say a name.” Lo’ak chimed in

“Fuck- Neteyam?!” You whine

Suddenly the deep thrusts stopped and you’re pulled into a quick, sloppy kiss.

He pulls away with a huff. “Good girl, you know my cock, don’t you baby?”

“Get off.” Lo’ak grumbled

Neteyam pulls out completely, moving away from you.

You feel and hear them all move around, your ears desperately trying to track their movements.

“Gonna try something else,” Ao’nung announced

“Wanna see if you know whose tongue is whose.” Lo’ak explained

“Did so well before.” Neteyam praised

“Okay…” You timidly answered

You feel two warm hands spread your thighs. Without even beginning to taste you, he rubs his nose against your pussy.

And that immediately told you who it was.

Neteyam. He always did that.

His tongue went right for your clit, making purposefully slow circles around it.

After a second he pulls away.

Another set of hands grabs your thighs, these ones significantly cooler than Neteyam’s.

His cold fingers separated your folds, allowing him direct access to your clit. The hard tip of his tongue began to lick at your sensitive nerves, making you moan out for him.

You whine, bucking away from him. But he aggressively pulls you back by your hips and thighs.

His tongue runs down to your needy hole that was desperately clenched around nothing.

There was nothing you could go off of that would tell you who this was, so you didn’t know.

He pulls away and after a second, you feel another head between your legs.

Using the flat of his tongue, he licks a single stripe from bottom to top. Then, very sloppily and messy, he began to lap at your clit. You could hear the lewd sounds of his mouth.

Lo’ak. Always a messy eater. It had to be him.

Which made the second one Ao’nung.

He pulls away, and you feel the three of them looming over you.

“Who was the first one?” Ao’nung asked

“Teyam.” You meekly whispered

You feel his warm hand cup your cheek.

“Told you, she knows me best.” You could practically hear the smile in his voice

“Shut up bro.” Lo’ak elbowed him, making Neteyam hiss in annoyance. “Which one was I?” He asked

“Third.” You answered simply

Lo’ak laughed, hitting Neteyam’s arm. “Or maybe she’s just a slut.”

“I’m not a slut!” You dramatically whine

“Then what are you doing here? Pressed between your three boys?” Ao’nung taunted

“Leave her alone. She’s always a good girl for me.” Neteyam shoved Ao’nung lightly

“A good girl? With me she’s a nasty little slut.” Lo’ak scoffed

“Always a brat for me.” Ao’nung agreed

“Is that right?” Neteyam asked

You shrug, a cheeky smile overtaking your face.

“Well you two obviously don’t know how to handle her.” Neteyam shrugged “It might help that I’m clearly her favorite.”

“Oh yeah? Who told you that, her?” Lo’ak laughed

“Whatever.” Neteyam scoffed

Someone’s hand grabs yours, maneuvering it so your palm was facing out. It’s placed against skin, rippled skin… a stomach.

“What am I doing?” You asked

“Figure out who you’re touching.” Neteyam stated simply

You feel his muscles flex under your fingers as you grazed them over his skin. You couldn’t tell. So you decided to guess.

“Ao’nung.” You almost whispered

“Nope.” Ao’nung scoffed

“Lo’ak.” You corrected

“Good job.” Lo’ak praised

“Enough of this, it’s clear that I’m her favorite.” Neteyam smugly said

The rest of your time together seemed to go like that, them arguing over who was the favorite. Neteyam. And you laughing, refusing to tell them the truth.

taglist: @danniackerman @loaksslut

[bloomdim]

Aged Up Ao’nung x Size Kink | Human Reader

Warnings: Size kink, p in v, major size difference , belly bulge, dirty talk

He was staring, your tiny human body trembling under him the farther he pushed into you. That huge bulge in your stomach, the only thing his eyes were concentrated on. Shit did that look good on you, all nice and filled up by your giant of a boyfriend.

‘N-nung’ you whined out, quickly snapping him out of his trance. His eyes darting back to your flushed face, his hands moving towards your red cheeks.

‘Yes baby?’ He cooed lovingly, stopping at the tip of your cervix. Brushing the hair out of your beautiful face, so small and fragile he thought.

‘I-it’s so big’ you mewled, filling fuller then you ever had. His cock stretching out your tight little pussy, making a home for himself inside of you.

‘Cause your so tiny baby’ he teased, hands outlining the curves of your tiny frame. God were you adorable, 2 times smaller then him and a whimpering mess. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, smirking at the way your eyes fluttered closed at his touch.

Slowly his hips began moving, admiring the way he could see his cock move in and out of your tiny cunt. His mushroomy tip hitting your cervix as your small moans and whimpers became more frequent. His giant hand being able to wrap 2/3 of the way around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

‘Shit your tight’ he hissed from above you, the way you clenched around his length had him seeing stars. His lips found yours in a second, his tongue gliding into your mouth deliciously. Your small hands holding onto his head, gripping onto his hair tightly. He relished in the way you pulled onto him, weak hands forcing him closer.

‘F-faster nung’ you begged, pulling away as your hands wandered down to his shoulders, nails digging deeper into his turquoise skin.

“Tight little pussy” he grunted, his hands gripping onto your waist, leaving marks for tomorrow. The smell of your arousal and sweat mixing together as he pounded into you with a deadly speed. God did he feel good, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, arching your back as he pulled you closer.

‘Such a good girl’

[tiredmamaissy]

Can we get shy/sub Aonung getting head for the first time by his gf as a reward🤭

🔞 mdni; adult!shy!aonung

Sorry I got a bit carried away, as per usual.

“Ah—wait. Shit.” Ao’nungs hand flies to your head, balling your hair into his fist to gently tug you off him. Your head dips back, mouth open and tongue resting innocently against your bottom lip — saliva dripping down the column of your throat. You’re breathing solely through your mouth at this point, still glossy eyed from the happy tears you shed earlier when he delivered great news. “You… you don’t need to do that.”

Looking up at him from between his legs, you sit back into the dip of your feet in defeat. Brows pinching in confusion, your eyes fall to the sight between his legs — the sight of his clothed, throbbing bulge. It’s huge, to put simply. And it’s not even out of the restraints of the thin, taut cloth covering it yet. It grows bigger with every pant that comes from your mouth, right in front of your eyes. And then you see it — him trying to close his legs, and the wandering webbed hand that grazes past his thigh to cover his bulge.

Tongue quickly withdrawing back into your mouth, your eyes snap back up to his, which are filled with hesitancy. “Ma ‘nung, why do you hide from me?”

“Hide? I-I am not hiding.” He says quickly, cupping and squeezing his clothed cock.

“You are.” You insist, wrenching away his hand to reveal a dark spot on his tewng (loincloth). You swallow thickly at the sight of his slick seeping through his undergarments. “And you need not to, and I want to make you feel good.” You push his legs apart, “You…deserve to feel good.”

Ao’nungs face heats up until it shifts in colour, his chin meeting his chest to watch as your hands slide over the throb between his thighs. He’s choked up and can only let out a mere ‘haah’ when he feels your thumbs hook under the band of his tewng and tug it down. He’s completely exposed now, the strings of glistening precum leaking from his slit swaying side to side with every jump of his cock.

Fuck, you just want to taste it.

“I’ll be gentle. Take care of you real good, ‘nung. Do not be shy with me. I am your mate, am I not?” You practically pant the words as your flushed lips near his mushroomy head.

He only nods in agreeance, balling his hands into fists when your plump lips make contact with his swollen cockhead. He grits his teeth and clenches his jaw, hard — anything to prevent the filthy whine that’s bubbling up his throat from coming out his mouth. But when your mouth engulfs him in heat he can no longer hold it back. A whimper comes out, just as his hand flies to your head to grip the base of your queue. You smile, cock in mouth and all — your chest swelling with pride from making the new olo’eyktan crumble from only a few kitten licks.

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[pandorainmymind]

giving you an orgasm : atwow headcanon

[jake, neytiri, tonowari, ronal, neteyam, lo’ak, kiri, tsireya, ao’nung] x fem!reader

smut … obviously

tag list: @gurlypopsstuff @lizziesfirstwife @nijirozzz @dumb-fawkin-bitch @areislol @philiasoul and also tagging @netesully

jake:

⊹˖⁺ he wants you cumming around his dick. it's just so much more intimate and erotic to make you cum from his strategic hip thrusts.

⊹˖⁺ like he would stay in your pussy all day if he could. you just take him so well every time. just goes absolutely feral feeling you spasm around him, calling out his name, all of it

⊹˖⁺ coos you through your high, "that's it babygirl, give it all to me" and "you sound so pretty crying for me"

⊹˖⁺ likes to fuck down into you, while seeing every one of your expressions... so missionary is where he's at (don't get him wrong he loves spicing it up too)

⊹˖⁺ he's gonna let out the most guttural moans and grunts - omg and he knows it makes you crazy, clenching around him after every sound from him.

⊹˖⁺ it may make him just a litttttle cocky. "you're so dirty baby, i love it"

⊹˖⁺ likes to press the rough pad of his thumb straight onto your sensitive bud, making small circles as his thrusting slows slightly. just waiting for you to whine out for more

⊹˖⁺ i'm just saying - when he sees you shaking from pure pleasure when you do reach your high .. he's gonna wanna bust right there in you. ... AHHH breeding kink breeding kinkkkkkkkk

his hips snapped expertly straight into your sopping cunt as you frantically threw your arms around his neck. desperately tugging him closer to your face as pleading moans spilt past your lips. "j-jake" squeezing tight around his thick cock, he chuckles feeling the fluttering of your walls accompanied by your babbling cries.

"what is it baby? my cocks too much hmm?" he teases, a low grunt rumbling in his throat as your eyes roll back and your head bobbles to the side. unable to give him a response as he drops his large hand down to fondle your flushed clit.

“i know you love it though y/n, love having me fill you up mmh?”

neytiri:

⊹˖⁺ she wants to rip an orgasm out of you by her fingers

⊹˖⁺ the warmth of your wet heat actually makes her own pussy drip with arousal. it turns her on so much just absolutely abusing the spongy bundle of nerves of your g-spot.

⊹˖⁺ loves to shove her fingers into either her mouth or yours - after you cum, to taste your release (or she'll suck on her fingers, then shove them in your mouth to taste her)

⊹˖⁺ while she fingers you with such diligence, she's gonna take your nipples between her lips at least once, just absolutely making the pleasure heighten. suckling your hard nipples, lapping her tongue over the tip to tease you

⊹˖⁺ she definitely moans against the wet skin of your body as she falters her suckling AHHH

⊹˖⁺ and after she's done abusing your pussy, and the quivering from your orgasm dies down- neytiri is gonna lean down and press a soft kiss to your throbbing and soaked heat.

⊹˖⁺ thennnnnnn she's back up to kiss your lips, "you okay pretty girl?"

⊹˖⁺ she just gets so soft for you - she needs to ask if you're okay after the two of you finish having any form of sex

"you're practically sucking my fingers in baby." she purrs softly, a satisfied smile engraved across her cheeks. and you're quick to nod your head with eager, bringing your hand down to touch your throbbing clit. immediately resulting in neytiri slapping it away with her free hand, "ah - nope, you can't touch"

mewling out desperately from her working hand you give her a small frown - despite the glassed over eyes of pleasure you have. "this pussy belongs to me"

her words earn a staggered response of a nod and moan from you alongside a wiggle of your hips. "mmmh - yours..” you confirm without any hesitation. and neytiri gives you a proud gleam as she towers over your convulsing body. falling deeper in lust(love) with you at the sight and response of your obedience.

“that’s right my y/n”

tonowari:

⊹˖⁺ he wants to be straight between your thighs and eating you out and when you close your thighs around his head - he is going to let out the most MELODIC MOAN.!.! pleaseeee

⊹˖⁺ the man loves eating pussy, just absolutely making out with your heat ughhhh - lapping at all your juices, pressing his tongue flat against your folds, sucking your clit... omfg

⊹˖⁺ likes to rut into the bed/ground(or whatever he can)

⊹˖⁺ he's whipped - and gets so insanely hard from just pleasing you. he likes the pain of not receiving pleasure straight away ... loves being edged by you.. even when it's not on purpose

⊹˖⁺ switch... sub leaning - you cant change my mind. (or he's a service top ...)

⊹˖⁺ likes slipping his tongue in your warm entrance, with his nose pressed right on your clit AHHHHHH. "just can't get enough of you, this pussy... oh baby"

⊹˖⁺ please reach your hands down and pull his HAIRRRR... please please pleaseeeee his hips will literally rut up in response.. SO NEEDY

tightly shutting your eyes, you throw your head back with a lewd cry and a pronounced arch of your back. the sound of tonowari’s tongue slapping against the wetness of your core fills your ears and the blush only dusted across your cheeks, turns vibrant.

“w-wari, please” you whine out, fisting the hair of the large man settled down in between your legs. which leads into a vibrating sensation to wash over your heat as he moans from your tugging.

parting just for a couple seconds to speak, tonowari gulps down the remnants of your slick and looks up at you with hooded eyes.

“i’ll give you whatever you want y/n, just don’t quit pulling my hair” his words almost slur together as he felt in a daze, his raging cock grinding down into the matted flooring of your shared marui pod.

as he dives back to work, your hands embedded in his thick curly hair tug just slightly more as you pull him closer into your heat, his nose pressing up against your sensitive clit.

“oh-! tonowari.. ngh, don’t stop!”

ronal:

⊹˖⁺ she's gonna use whatever she can to fuck one out of you (strappppp onnnnnn)

⊹˖⁺ please, she loves a power dynamic with you... likes being a bitch .. only because she knows you love it

⊹˖⁺ likes to put you on her lap, so you can sink down on her. she's gonna STAREEEEE.!..!.!!!! just seeing her 'dick' disappear inside your pretty pussy makes her mind BUZZ

⊹˖⁺ the coolness of the sea glass strapon always makes your hips jolt at first in such a surprised sensation. and every time she'll just scoff at you and bite her lip

⊹˖⁺ slightly aggressive with her fondling.. she likes squeezing your boobs together and watching your eyebrows knit together

⊹˖⁺ loves when you're vocal with her, and talk dirty back. saying "your cocks t'so good" - or like, "you're stretching me out" with your little moans

⊹˖⁺ she'll literally melt but get so horny!! loves when you're comfortable enough to actually tease back at her.

⊹˖⁺ "my needy little girl, hmm?" a seductive laugh coming from her throat.

ronal smiles deviously below you as she gives a forceful thrust of her hips up into yours. the thick and curved stature of the strapon she keeps inserted inside your sopping cunt kisses your cervix as you cry out against the side of her face.

“oh fuck- so good” you pant out, the heat of your breath fanning down across the skin of her neck. your weak voice makes her hum out in approval as her hips swivel up into yours in a new rhythm and a strong grip of her large hands on your bouncing ass.

desperately rutting your hips down with a feverish effort, ronal’s eyes trail down the backside of your body, watching how your supple flesh squishes underside her hold. “is my cock making you feel good baby? mmh?”

turning your face to press a kiss to her jaw, you moan out loudly and give her a nod. “i’m so close, please don’t stop …”

neteyam:

⊹˖⁺ he wants to slurp up every last drop of your release, loves nibbling on your clit

⊹˖⁺ mighty warrior baby boy, physically drools when he becomes face to face with your pussy. no matter how many times he's gone down on you

⊹˖⁺ doesn't want to scare you off, but if you'd let him, he'd be between your thighs all day long... tasting you is a need for him, he gets so turned on having you on his tongue.

⊹˖⁺ the two of you both make so many whines and whimpers, you - being in such euphoria and neteyam - literally being pleasured by your juices.

⊹˖⁺ he's a biter. for sure. he loves to tease you before he even presses a soft kiss to your heat.

⊹˖⁺ gives you love bites all along your inner thighs, the smoothness of your body is so tempting to cover with his markings.

⊹˖⁺ and if you ever look past his erotic look sucking on your clit, you will ALWAYS see his tail almost wagging as it moves with satisfaction

the digging grip to your thighs and suction to your clit has had your back arched and neck practically snapping for the past moments of neteyam’s pleasuring abuse. his head dove between your legs, his tongue lapping desperately against the folds and the bud of your clit, his moans melting into your heat as he never ceases.

“my nete- OH!” you cry out feeling his teeth graze over your sensitive bundle of nerves, his tongue continually licking and twisting, not leaving any spot untouched.

your hips buck into his mouth and then pull back, causing neteyam to part, “baby…i can't get enough of you,” he says with a whiny tone as his grip to your thighs tightens with a little tug, pulling you back and even closer to his face. “just because you’ve came for me twice already doesn’t mean you’re allowed to leave yet” he huffs out watching your chest rise and fall “i'm not done.”

and finishing telling you how it is, he’s immediately down and eating you out again.

lo'ak:

⊹˖⁺ he's addicted to seeing his fingers gather all your slick, and feeling you clench around him

⊹˖⁺ it lowkey edges him, just from him imagining his fingers as his cock

⊹˖⁺ he's a horny boy, just one look from you with your eyes practically crossed and your mouth hung open in silent and airy cries has him holding his breath and shifting his hips. his cock pulsing with every sound and facial expression from you

⊹˖⁺ likes to put you between his legs with your back against his chest so he can play with your pussy like you would. snaking his arm across your chest a pinching at your perky nipples

⊹˖⁺ and in that position, his cock will THROB against your back as he tries to buck up for friction

⊹˖⁺ ultimately making you more turned on, and he can tell from the way you tighten around his digits

⊹˖⁺ takes after jake and coos you through your high, “you’re doing so well for me love” and, “do you feel how hard you make me baby?”

“fuck y/n” lo’ak grunts lowly into your ear from behind you.

pressed against his strong hot chest, your legs spread out for him, lo’ak’s large fingers dipped into the heat of your pussy pump in and out of you repeatedly at an addicting pace causing a ripple effect of needy sounds to fall from your lips

“your pretty moans are making me go crazy baby,” he lows out, his free hand switching from rubbing and pressing into your lower stomach, “can you feel how much you turn me on?”

his dirty question makes your head fall back against his shoulder, clenching around his digits as the pressure he puts on your lower abdomen creates a newfound pleasure. your eyes flutter shut welcoming the feeling, and truly recognizing lo’ak’s cock pressed hard against the base of your tail as his own arousal leaks from his tip and onto your back

nodding dumbly, you whimper out as your thighs start to tremble.

“you’re so h-hard… it’s so hot”

kiri:

⊹˖⁺ she also loves diving her hand down to fondle your pretty parts. feeling how wet you are makes her horny

⊹˖⁺ kiri loVES mutual masturbation... like yes she's going to pump her nimble fingers into your heat and pleasure you ... but she'll also crumble when you reciprocate her actions and tease her pussy back

⊹˖⁺ but when she's just focusing on you, kiri is gonna lay you out in front of her and just go to town

⊹˖⁺ likes to tease you and give you feathery touches around your pussy, and likes to squeeze your thighs as she gives your wet heat a cool blow of air

⊹˖⁺ she can’t help but let out a sweet and loving chuckle watching you cum around her fingers

⊹˖⁺ she’s just so in love with you and she’d give you the world if you asked

⊹˖⁺ kiri is incredibly dedicated to knowing how to pleasure your body, like every hitch of your breath and moan you let out from a different angle she hits at will automatically register and she’ll adapt immediately. #bestloverthings

the soft pads of kiri’s fingers trail down between your breasts, the feeling causes chills to roll throughout your system and your nipples to harden. the small gasp escaping from your mouth and wide eyes send kiri in a deep trance of your beauty.

“can i make you feel good, my y/n?” she asks with sincerity, her eyes blowing over with lust - and she already has you wiggling your hips in need of attention and friction. the slick of your arousal spreading to the inside of your thighs in a frantic anticipation of her touch

“please… kiri, i need you in me” you mumble out, as you bring up a hand to your mouth to nibble on the skin of your finger. and your brows knit together when she complies with your confirmation with her digits making their way to tease your inner thigh

her thumb rubbing circles against the soft skin, spreading the sticky wetness of your juices around. her other hand fully going down to lightly rub your throbbing clit.

the action erupts a throaty whine from you and a buck of your hips up into her touch

“you’re so pretty, i can’t wait to see you cumming for me”

tsireya:

⊹˖⁺ she takes after her dad, absolutely lured by the heat between your thighs. likes to mix your slick with her spit.. she gets a little messy

⊹˖⁺ her sweet voice whispers up to you with the most lewd sayings. (she wants to see your sweet face flush)

⊹˖⁺ "you know i always thought about eating you out before, when we were just friends... but being able to actually do it now is the most intoxicating thing i've ever experienced"

⊹˖⁺ please please rut up into her mouth so she has an excuse to give you a little slap to your outer thighs... before she completely pins them down.

⊹˖⁺ "come on pretty girl, i know you can take another"

⊹˖⁺ likes to make you cum at least two times before you pry her away from your pussy - but if you squirt around her …. don’t expect to get a break for a long while.

⊹˖⁺ she lOVES MAKING A MESSSSS PLEASE.. idc that she has a shy demeanor, she’s such a tease and sooooo dirty minded

“stop pulling away my love” tsireya chuckles out with a smile plastered across her dimpled cheeks, wrapping her hands around each of your ankles. “i’m still craving your taste”

clasping your shaking thighs together. the throbbing sensation of your pussy from the previous orgasm drives your heart rate up. and taking deep breaths, you mewl out feeling tsireya slide her hands from your ankles up to your knees.

hearing your sultry sound she pauses, humming out soothingly, “can you take another one?” she asks, making sure it’s okay for her to really continue her play time with your pussy

lifting your head up slightly to give her a knowing look, you sigh out with a playful roll of your eyes and a horribly hidden smile. slowly spreading your thighs apart once again, giving her a visual welcome to your heat - and when her eyes drop to take in the sight of your pussy again, you feel yourself clench around nothing in need.

“mmmh, yes… but i don’t think i’ll be able to talk by morning” you say with a tired laugh

ao’nung:

⊹˖⁺ he's gonna make you cum over his cock, it drives him insane just knowing he can pleasure you with just bouncing you on top of him

⊹˖⁺ he’ll give you all the sly smirks and low grunts as he watches you spasm over him in your straddling position with rutting hips.

⊹˖⁺ likes to guide you with a strong grip on your ass, spanking you slightly just to hear the small gasps escape your mouth.

⊹˖⁺ tbh i think he really just wants to let you do all the work as he sits back and enjoys the show - but at the same time he wants to pound into from below, and have you topple over him and let out your moans right in the crook of his neck.

⊹˖⁺ “fuck, y/n you cant even think straight enough to bounce on my cock by yourself” he groans out, creating slapping noises with the repetitive and forceful thrusts into your wet cunt.

⊹˖⁺ he might pull out of you just so you can beg for him to put it back in … he likes it when you beg AHHH , he’s into the slight power play as well

⊹˖⁺ and he’ll go either way with it too - be an absolute douche to you - or be your bitch to use to your advantage… he’s hard for it either way

your thighs burn with the constant bouncing of your ass onto the thick cock of your mate.

moaning out over and over, your volume slowly raises as you feel your insides spasm with pleasure. “shhhh”, ao’nung hushes you quietly with a grab of your jaw, his hand covering your panting mouth. smirking up at you, ao’nung brings his bottom lip in between his teeth with a low grunt from his throat. “baby- i know i make you feel so good, but you’ve got to keep quiet”

nodding your head the best you can in the hold of his large hand over your mouth, your eyes roll back with a muffled whimper when he gives a thrust up into your pussy.

hitting the hidden spongey nerves inside your velvety walls, your legs tremble with pleasure and your knees buckle. causing you to fall forward into ao’nung’s neck as his hold on your face falters. “harder… please, please-“ you chant hushed like, your lips pressed against his skin, your whole body shaking as his hips then begin to continuously rut up into you

“my helpless little girl”

[theblueflower05]

So I’m at work feeling particularly yuck(it’s okay I have a vacation coming up) and I don’t want to be in this office anymore-

So I escaped into my brain and conjured up maybe the most delicious maladaptive day dream ever.

Ao’nung x reader x Neteyam-

But the reader is human.

A human who was sent on the second wave to Pandora. And experiment of sorts. She sold her body to science and got a surgery that makes her able to breath Pandoran air(listen, logistics don’t matter)

She turned on the RDA and set out to warn Jake and the other rebel scientists about impending doom.

Blah blah blah.

She ends up in Awa’atlu with the crew.

And she can’t deny the hot rush of overwhelmed butterflies she gets when she catches the Matkayinan Prince staring at her.

Ao’nung is a slut. He loves pleasure; giving receiving it you name it. He’s slept around a lot and he’s very curious about the pretty little sky demon with wide hips and thick thighs. He wants to see what her full breasts look like when they’re not caged by her tawtute clothing-

Neteyam is having none of that shit.

He claims it’s because it’s on him to keep an eye on you like his dad had commanded back when you’d first come to them in the forest. You’re just another responsibility.

It has nothing to do with the fact that he’s been obsessed with you from the moment he met you. That the idea of another Na’vi trying to mate you makes him sick to his stomach.

Circumstances happen. Shit goes down.

Somehow you find yourself being courted by two fully grown, blooded royal male Na’vi.

And it’s like.

A lot.

A lot a lot. They’re overbearing and devoted and you’re just a human girl who’s always had intimacy and commitment issues.

All the attention feels as good as it does scary.

You get gifts of all kinds; jewelry and clothing, food by the pile. Pretty little trinkets that glow and glitter.

Ao’nung takes you to special secret places on the island. Goregous waterfalls and hidden tide pools.

Neteyam takes you on magical ikran rides, you soar above the sherbet clouds.

When you begin pushing them away- not able to choose and deciding that really it’s best that you’re alone anyway.

They form an unlikely alliance.

They both want you. They’ll just have to share.

Now here’s where it gets good.

Imagine these huge hulking beautiful men telling you that it’s okay. You don’t have to choose. You can have them both- as long as they can have you in return.

I could faint just thinking about it.

Starting a physical relationship with them?

Finding out that human pussy apparently tastes nothing like Na’vi women- you’re tooth rottingly sweet and potent and addictive to them and you find yourself with your legs spread and a big head forced between your quivering thighs on the regular.

It’s so much. Na’vi have insatiable appetites and stamina that is literally unbelievable.

As time goes on you learn about the two men.

Ao’nung is deceptively sweet. He’s a caring lover. All service top-y and devoted. He wants you to feel good. He wants you to have whatever you want. He spoils you absolutely rotten. Is pussy whipped from the jump. He is his daddy’s son.

Neteyam? Is mean in bed. He’s demanding and passionate. He loves overstimulation(both receiving and giving) sex with him always leaves you a bawling mess.

Both of them have that first born son chip on their shoulders. They’re more alike then they think they are. Every time you point it out they scoff.

More day dreaming-

Somehow you get kidnapped by Quaritch and Co and omg. The lengths your boys go to to get you back is actually terrifying?

And so hot?

Ugh.

This is my new fave imaginary scenario. I think I’ll escape into it for the foreseeable future byeeeeeee

Also @cinetrix I blame you for this. That new Ao’nung pic you posted has fucked me UP.

I do not have the time to write this but I want to so badly😭

[livelaughloveneteyamm]

“sit.” — ao’nung

ao’nung x fem!reader

warnings : oral (f), p in v, dirty talk, praise, teasing, fluff, daddy kink. i know this is not ao’nung in the picture but i feel like this is what he’d look like as Olo'eyktan. not proof read

today was the day ao’nung is to become Olo'eyktan, you hadn’t seen him all week because he was out doing things to get ready for this day so you were looking forward to finally seeing him during his celebration, you knew him all your life, the chiefs son and you were best friends with his sister tsireya because you were her age. when you were young you would admire him from a far, the way he was so fit but never had abs, the way he was so rude to everyone but you, that way he was good at everything he did. when you turned 13 and ao’nung turned 15 that’s when he started to notice you took a personal interest in him, the way he felt your eyes burning on him whenever he turned the other way, the way you would clench your thighs everytime he would tease you. when you would bite your lip whenever his hand brushed your thigh.

when he turned 16 and you turned 14 everything changed, ao’nung had lost it. he pulled you out of your tent in the middle of the night and just let everything out “i see you.” he whispered hands sliding onto your waist and he kisses your jaw and all the way up to your lips and closes the gap between you two, kissing you hard. he pulls back and looks you in the eyes “ Oel ngati kameie yawne” he says gripping his nails into your hips “Oel ngati kameie” you say out of breath.

by the time you were 16 the two of you were mated and this leads you to were you are now, you’re 18 and ao’nung 20. ao’nung never changed once personality wise but looks wise he was absolutely a different person, his body toned up so much more. the stomach that once had no abs has a 8 pack now.

you and whole clan are at ao’nungs celebration of him becoming the new chief, everyone is sitting quietly waiting for him to come out, you and tsireya and your family are sitting in the front row. that’s when you hear foots steps. then you see him. you take in everything about him, his long legs, his abs, his shoulders and then that’s when you see it. his new tattoo. that went from his shoulder to across his face. you swear you could’ve just came at the sight of him like that, everyone cheering but you drown out the sound just focusing on the way your mate looks.

ao’nung was walking around the whole time just greeting people as their new leader with you by his side until he no one left to greet. you and him were standing before everybody watching them dance and have fun. “you know, i really like it” you say catching his attention “like what?” he laughs, “this” your hand moves between you two and you trace your finger tips along his tattoo your fingertips brush along his nipple by accident making him inhale fast, you laugh at how sensitive they are, your movements fall onto the side of his face that was tattooed you cup his cheek “though i do miss seeing your pretty face without the tattoo, i still really like it” you smile at him making him smile two times wider at you, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder making you squeal “put me down ao” you hit his back while laughing.

he takes you away from the party. he takes you to where you first mated. a small cave with the floor completely covered in moss and flowers that would glow different colors depending on the feelings in the room. he puts you down finally. you stand in front of him looking him in the eyes, the flowers all turn pink “sit.” he says, you look at him dazed “hm?” you say “sit.” he says a little louder. you instantly submit. you usually put up a fight but today you felt as if you needed to listen. you sit on your calfs in front of your mate. the Olo'eyktan. looking up into his eyes as he slowly gets on his knee in front of you “lay back” he says rubbing your thighs, you let yourself fall back on the soft moss. he spreads your legs and slides his body over yours his hands up above your head are supporting him his eye contact lingers for a little while like he’s in a trance or something.

without a word he starts kissing your neck and down your shoulders, taking off your top and throwing across the floor somewhere for him to find later “i love you,my mate” he gives a little kiss to your right breast “i will never stop loving you” his kisses the other, the kisses trail down to your stomach “i will worship the ground you walk on.” he leaves another kiss on your stomach and slides off your loincloth and throws it aside. “and i promise to give you endless amounts of pleasure mentally and… physically” his tone is deep and his are eyes locked on your glistening pussy. he dives in right after saying that you immediately feel the heat spread through out your whole body, your hands fly to his newly done hair “fuuuk ao” you moan out trying not to mess up his hair.

he hums at his nickname that everyone calls him but only one gets to moan. his hands are gripping your thighs to hold them from closing on his head as he devours you sucking at your clit while you tweaked with your nipples, the attention he was showing your clit now falls onto your entrance, he lifts his head up and spits straight onto you cunt rubbing it in with his thumb “you’re such a good girl, you know that?” he praises as you trying your hardest not scream from the pleasure. you feel like you’re head is gonna pop from him shaking his head from side to side as his thumb works on your little clit, you feel the pleasure build up in your stomach “ao wait wait” you breath out, he stops and looks at you “i wanna cum with you inside me” you pled with him and he doesn’t waist a second sitting up and basically ripping his loincloth off his cock springing out and hitting his stomach he pulls you closer to him by your thighs. he rubs his angry cockhead against your clit, you whine just wanting him in you “stop teasing me ao!” you huff and it only makes him laugh “that’s no way to talk to your Olo'eyktan” he says as he pushes in you slowly, you had never fully taken him to say the least because you two never really had time. it felt like he ripping you into two but in a good way. your grab onto arm as he sets a steady pace snapping his hips forward looking for your sweet spot and when he found it. he had a field day.

“shit!” you cry whenever he starts speeding up hitting right where you needed it “is this what you needed my love?” he asks gripping waist and pushing him self deeper making tears blur your eyes “yes! please daddy please!” you scream not noticing what you just called him, he slows his pace making your eyes shoot open “what did you call me?” he’s smiles at you “ao i-” he cuts you off “mmm daddy. i like it”.

MY FIRST AO’NUNG FIC?!!?!?. and honestly i hate it so much. i might delete this. love y’all!!

[xstarsdiary]

ミ day 002 : 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ❦

@neteyamsyawntu 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 2023

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : slight nipple play, pet names, cum shot, i don’t even know- i’m tired as fuck.

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : ao’nung x fem avatar reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : aged up ao’nung, not proofread, very rushed at the end, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 𝟏𝟖+

When your avatar was created it really inherited your dna. The scientists in the lab were shocked to say the least when they saw how different your avatars body was from most.

You were a curvy girl, with bigger breasts and plumper thighs but nobody could’ve expected for your avatars body to be so simular to yours, it wasn’t usual for a navi woman to have such large breasts.

You weren’t complaining though, many men and women in the clan loved and worshiped your body and nobody really minded that you were actually a tawtute.

You assumed that it was because when growing up you were very close with the sully family, especially Neteyam. The two of you have been two peas in a pod since he was born only a few months after you.

Even Neytiri didn’t seem to mind your presence. She was grateful for you, for how hard you worked for the clan and for the joy you bought to her family, she couldn’t help but have the smallest soft spot for you.

Most nights consisted of getting your pussy pounded and pleasured by somebody, anybody in the clan that you could find who was needy enough to want you.

However, after you and the Sully family had to flee everything changed. You had gone with the family as Neteyam insisted, after having a gun pointed to your head by one of the vrrteps, he didn’t want you to leave his side ever. You were his best friend.

The trip to the Metkayina clan was long and rough, you could remember it like it was yesterday. You had traveled in your human body on Neteyam’s ikran with him, your avatar body in the helicopter which belonged to norm behind you.

Norm Spellman. A scientist well known around the lab. He had taken care of you since you and your friend Spider were born all the way up until your early adult years. He had suggested bringing a small link pod and transportable shack for you so that you can live there with your human and avatar body.

Everybody had immediately agreed to the idea though they were all unsure of how other navi would react to a tawtute living within their clan. Ronal, the tsahik of the metkayina was sceptical at first, worried and angered that the family of forest navi had bought a demon with them. It took a lot of convincing and pleading from Toruk Makto himself for her and the Olo’eyktan to allow you to stay.

You and the Sully’s had been living in Awa’atlu for a few months now and let’s just say that you’ve had your fair share of men and women. Definetly not as many as you had back in the forest as people were still wary of you but you still enjoyed the pleasure.

You did have a favourite though.. Ao’nung. At first you hated his guts, he was constantly picking on you and the Sully siblings but after a few beatings from Neteyam and Lo’ak themselves, he eventually grew out of his immature bully phase.

The first time you and Ao’nung really hit it off was a bit awkward, he was the very first of the Metkayina to ever lay a hand on you in such a sexual way and you didn’t know how to feel about that at first.

After a while though, more people of the clan began to seek pleasure in you and you began to seek pleasure in them, taking out all of your anger and stress with their skilful mouths and large dicks that could fill you up just right.

But you would always remind yourself that nobody could ever fill you up how Ao’nung could, no.. His cock was seemingly magical, a gift from Eywa herself.

The shape, size and every little detail of his pretty dick was imprinted in your mind, permanently stuck in there. You always catch yourself romanticising about him, thinking about how slowly he pushes inside of you, making sure that you feel every single inch of him fill you.

Those thoughts always made your loincloth or panties wet and some days, whenever you were in your human body - you were desperate for him to fill your tight little hole up.

You pushed that thought aside every time though, you had lost your virginity already in your avatar body but nothing except for your own fingers had ever breeched your pussy in your human body and you weren’t sure if it would stay that way forever or not.

Usually it was always you who would go running to Ao’nung, seducing him into pleasuring you.. however, today that was not the case.

Ao’nung had barged into your mauri, wide eyed and with a large and extremely visible bulge in his tewng. You had nearly drooled at the sight, eyebrows raised as you were stunned that he had just barged in like this.

“Ao’nung?” Your voice reached his ears as he groaned, his loincloth only seemingly getting tighter by the second. You watched as he lightly palmed the bulge in his loincloth, trying to give himself a little bit of pleasure as he continued to let out soft pants and groans.

“Need you- Need you right now, syulang..” he had rasped out, his voice so unbelievably sexy and luring, his face scrunched up in slight pain as he helplessly stared into your amber eyes.

You could already feel yourself becoming wet, knowing that your tewngwas also soon enough going to become moist as you took small steps towards the metkayina boy, him walking towards you as well before your lips crashed together.

It was a very heated and needy kiss, your fangs scraping against one another’s as both of your tongues fight for dominance inside of each others mouths.

He wasted no time in untying your pretty top which was made of string, beads and leaves from the forest. You felt his hot breath fanning your lips as he pulled away, watching his left hand grope your plump tit as you let out an airy moan.

His fingers slightly pinched and brushed over your nipple, every so now and then giving it a small tug as you let out soft moans, your hands roaming his body from his muscular biceps to his hard chest and all the way down to his slim waist.

“Fuck-“ his gruff voice comes you as your hand brushes against the huge bulge in his loincloth, ever so slightly teasing him. “Get on your knees f’ me, syulang.”

You do as he says immediately, gracefully dropping to your knees with your smaller hands holding onto his thighs, your face just above his dick. You had already lowered yourself, now face to face with his cock but your brows furrow when he shakes his head.

His fingers hook under your chin, your body following as he uses them to guide you up to the right height. Looking up at him, you can see the smirk on his face, the lust in his eyes and his fangs lightly biting his bottom lip as he hastily unties his loincloth.

In an instant his pretty teal cock springs out, his hand immediately reaching to give it a few strokes as to give him some sort of release from the torture he’s endured. Your pupils widen as you watch a drop of pre-cum leak from his pink tip, dripping onto the marui’s floor.

His hand leaves his cock as he moves to grab both of yours, guiding them to your perky tits as he uses your hands to push your tits together. At first you’re confused, about to ask what he’s doing before his cock thrusts upwards and in between your breasts, sliding in between them easily as he uses his spit as lube.

You quickly catch on to what he’s doing, sitting more upright and pushing your boobs even closer together as you listen to his grunts and groans, a whimper leaving his lips every now and then as he mercilessly thrusts.

The two of you had never done something like this before so you weren’t sure of what to do and how to act, the only thing you could think of doing is meeting his thrusts with small bounces to make it easier for him, your tits jiggling in your hands slightly as you hold them tighter.

The tip of his dick reaches just up to your mouth every time he thrusts upwards, just neatly hitting your pretty pink lips before disappearing into your cleavage. Your tongue instinctively sticks out so that his tip hits it, your saliva lubricating him even more as he glides easier between your tits.

This action only drives him crazy, feeling his release begin to build up. “So fuckin’ good. My girl, all pretty for me..” He praises you through groans and heavy breathes, his dick twitching every single time your tongue touches it in the slightest.

You can tell that he’s getting close, the taste of precum on your tongue causing your to smile and let out a breathy laugh, your chest bouncing with every giggle that leaves your lips as you push your boobs even closer together, creating a tighter space for his cock.

He’s nearly over the edge now, his hands finding their way into your loose hair as whines begin to leave his throat. He bites his lip as hard as he can to stop the lewd noises from coming out but he just couldn’t stop himself when you’re in front of his like this.

“Fuck- oh shit!” His release hits him like a truck, making his vision go spotty as his eyes roll to the back of his head, spurts of white cum painting your chest and tongue as his thrusts turn sloppy and uneven.

You’re a mess now, hair tangled and still his his hand which is now balled into a fist, face and chest messy, sticky with a thin layer of glistening sweat. You smile up at him, almost innocently- as if the two of you hadn’t just done what you’d done.

Ao’nung’s chest heaves with deep, raggedy breaths, his hand loosing its tight grip on your hair as he calms himself down. He peers down at you, face slightly flushed and his body also sweaty as he helps you stand, your perky tits which are still covered in his cum on display for him.

He moves over to his loincloth, picking up the piece of clothing and tying it around his waist as you continue stand there, watching as his muscles flex and glisten with sweat before watching as he walks back over to you.

Now standing directly in front of you, one of his hands moves to your right breast, groping it as his thumb swipes over your hardened nipple a few times. “We should do this again sometime, vrrtep evenge.”

And with that, he gives you one finally kiss, his tongue barely swiping against yours before he swiftly makes his way out of the marui, leaving you a sticky- horny mess as you sigh.

@plooto ❥

[yawntu]

Golden Hour

A/N: ngl i’ve been fiending to write more Tsu’tey but y’all can’t let me become a one trick pony fr. This one’s a little self indulgent my legs be kicking and shit. This isn’t proof read but will be eventually LMAO. I just wanted to get it out bc ppls were messaging me, I tried giving u actual plot this time. Sully reader, Neteyams twin <333 why does tumblr always eat the end half of my posts what the FUCK

pairing(s): Ao’nung x (Sully)(f) Reader

word count: 10k

warnings: NSFW MDNI, weed oop, squirting, 2 little slaps but they’re not hard, consent king, mating, standing sex?, dacryphilla, semi public, a little bit of degrading / mean bits but not really, he just thinks you’re real pretty idk, size kink, brat taming if u squint readers got a bit of a catty attitude, you both have attitudes, idiots in love, PINING, idk i have a soft spot for idiots in love, Ao’nungs so in love with u, i’m about to start getting ppl to read these over and do the tags for me bc idk how to

na’vi glossary: skxawng: moron, Ole’eytkan: clan leader, kurkung: asshole, vrrtep’ite: demoness, Nga yawne lu oer: i love you, tanhì: star, kxener: I took park of the word that describes the act of smoking, idk I’m out here making up Na’vi slang.

Perhaps you were in such a delightful mood today because of the rich scented soaps and the pretty shimmer body oils that left your skin hydrated and vibrant after your bath, or perhaps it was the fact that Tsireya had just done your hair with little pearls and shells the night previous.

You’ve grown to love so many things that Awa'atlu offered you. You think, however, that your favorite thing was the sheer amount of turquoise geothermal warmed springs scattered around the bustling seaside village. You had often found yourself alone now that you had grown up, appreciating the peace that solitude brought you. Soaking in the warm watered spring of the mangrove beaches not terribly far from the village only added to said peace. Besides being a good place for one to watch the sun rise in the morning, it was also a good place to be left alone. As it wasn't an increasingly popular place to bathe it meant you got to spend your morning with pretty scented soaps, oils and creams while eating fruit and enjoying a kxener all in your preferred solitude. It wasn’t that you didn’t love spending time with friends and family- in all honesty a war torn childhood made you appreciate them and the peace you now lived in even more.

A fact you attempt to remind yourself off when an obnoxious smack of feet against the rocky grounds of the warm springs past the mangals pull you from your fruit eating haze. Your head snapped over to the sound, ready to scold someone for disrupting your tranquil morning- yet your eyes fall upon Aonung’s advancing form. You can’t help but allow a quick smile before your act begins. Your faux scowl at his towering approaching form.

“I literally just got in, what could you possibly want of me this early in the day?”

It’s a lie you tell as you lean back on the rocky wall of the spring, pointing two accusatory fingers towards him. You had been in long enough to quickly wash your hair and body. Even enough time to oil the ends of your hair, and though you were quick with it if he ended your bath here you’d at least have enjoyed your little acts of self care. No doubt you’d have to get dressed and follow him somewhere to help with something you’d much rather not be doing on your supposed free day. If the Eyktanay was saunting over to you, then no doubt your perfect morning would be a fleeting moment crushed to dust at your feet.

He gives you an look of dumbfounded distress, brow muscle jutting up into an arch while his lip curls up into a contemptuous grin,

“And to think I thought we were dear friends who enjoyed each other's company, vrrtep’ite,”

He is silly looking, as he squats at the edge of the spring, large imposing arms dangling between his legs, his tail curved towards you, eyes unnaturally trained at the horizon despite the fact he’s apparently cross with you. You can’t help but grin up at him, enjoying the quips and banter he often offered you; yet showed you enough respect as to not oogle at you.

Part of you was surprised to have him stumble upon you, as of late he is usually too busy to share a moment with him before the eclipse. He grabs the kxener next to your bowl of fruit, and the flintstones, barely looking at you. It’s endearing, how he holds the smoke between his full lips, his too big hands managed to spark rocks together to light it. For his towering frame, Aonung moves rather gracefully. His jaw is sharp as it clenches when the herbs spark at his face, eyes fluttering. You watch the muscles of his neck and shoulders flex when he puts the tool down and moves to hold the kxener with his left hand. He grabs a berry motioning towards you,

“What?”

His voice is haughty as he notices you staring. Even as he talks out of the corner of his mouth, lips holding the kxener smoke from fully creeping past his pointy white canine and incisor. The way his face contorts makes you giggle, resting your arm on the rock he was perched on,

“I don’t know. It’s silly seeing you act so civilized,” you say as you run one of your nails down his ankle to mess with him, “Decide you want to enjoy my brunch, huh? What, wrestling a tsurak too brutish today?”

He is instantly making a face, mimicking your voice in a faux girlish shrill as he finally grabbed hold of what he was smoking, seating himself fully, then plopping the fruit in his mouth giving you a displeased look.

It had been a long time since he was a truly troublesome, rough edged hooligan and though you would have still called him a hooligan to this day, Ao’nung was proud of how he had grown. Though he had his stubborn and even volatile moments he had won the close friendship of your twin brother, and even the younger siblings he once put in perilous danger. You had all long let that dead pa’li lie.

“You are the jungle savage,” he jokingly sneers, handing the kxener back down to you, then poking at your forehead for annunciation.

The mix of the thickly sweet and tangy fruit on top of the sour, peppery and earthy taste of the kxener is pleasant, but the fact that you can taste the balm that was on his lips is what makes your tail swish slowly in the water. 

“You’re mad your mother likes me better than you right now,”

You nod matter of factly to the freshly added tattoo creeping up his shoulder, an obsidian addition to his growing collection. Ronal was displeased with who had done it, not so much the design. Soon he'd be covered in them, rarely a part of his pretty face untouched by ink. Ronal knew this, yet it was in her nature to be argumentative. You didn’t stick around for the argument as by the time Ao’nung walked completely into their home, you and his sister had made a quick dash out as to not inherit the wrath of Ronal. The two had been bickering over everything since.

“Ha!” His laugh is boisterous and booming like the storms that would crack down over the ocean, “I am my mothers favorite! She’d drown you before-“

Drown was a funny idea. And now that he didn’t have your lit morning smoke in his hand, there was nothing defending him from your swift hand clutching the wrist closest to you, dragging him forward into the depth of the spring. It was a quick decision really, you had been a little shocked you did it considering if you didn’t pull him with such force he’d have surely hit the rock you were currently seated on- and this rather foolish quick decision meant that poor Ao’nung was as equally not prepared for the assault. The splash of his bulking body is huge, unceremonious and forces you to quickly turn half your body to avoid the brute of its wave.

The mischief is worth it as he rises from the water unharmed yet in disbelief. His sea-foam eyes wide open, curls sticking to his forehead as they fall from his silly little bun. Seeming to be dumbfounded that you dared to pull the practically aquatic man into such waters. As if he hadn’t stepped towards a rocky plateau as he stood up, and that the water barely reached his belly button.

“At least you did not drown-”

Perhaps if it wasn’t for the pesky second eyelid of the Metkayina then the water would have blinded him long enough for you to playfully escape from the splash he sent your way; far too powerful of a crime as the ends of your hair rewet and stick to your torso. It’s a foreign feeling as your hair had already begun to dry under the intense heat of the sun previously.

“You’re the worst out of the lot of you,” he interrupts himself with a sneeze from inhaling the water he wasn’t prepared to breath in, “i’m still clothed, skxawng,”

It makes you laugh, he seems genuinely annoyed but it still bemuses you. They were always wet and in and out of the water. How could it have possibly mattered to him, you were sure he’d have gone diving once he was content with ruining the peaceful start of your morning.

You knew him. You knew he came here to pick on you in his usual manner until something else caught his attention and he’d leave you alone and unfortunately missing him. So you’d enjoy your moment of terrorizing him back. You liked humbling him. Especially now that he’s growing closer and closer to being Ole’eytkan.

You obviously wouldn’t have ever grown to be as forward with your hazing had his sister not emboldened you; and though he stands ahead of you, almost posturing, you both knew there was an unspoken rule that Ao’nung lets you tease him. Though you danced across the exasperated too-far line, Ao’nung would take a great deal from you with a playful surrender. You huff the herb one more time before passing it to his dripping form, a peace treaty.

“You interrupted my bath, it is only fair,”

You’re far too occupied with how soft the almost too warm skin of his hand was when it was wet, and the tantalizing shivers it sends up your arm when your fingers make contact with him to notice that he sees you. Maybe he had inhaled too much water as you had caught him off guard, or maybe he had just inhaled smoke too deeply immediately after you had stolen the physical breath from the vacuum of his lungs, but Ao’nung is entirely too entranced with the moment that plays in front of him that it makes him dizzy.

The sun rising behind him was finally starting to lose its pinkish hues, casting warm golden rays onto your freshly washed glassy skin. The oils across your azure skin reflected the sparkly luminance that only the crushed up shells of Awa’atlu could provide. He can’t help but think the sun looks its best reflecting off the amber of your eyes. Though you are one of- if not the most beautiful girl- he had had the pleasure of knowing, the golden rays of the rising sun dancing across the apples of your supple cheek weren’t where his eyes have trailed to. In fact, your long hair moved slightly from where it had been covering your out of the water torso. Though you had never really worn much coverings, the fact that you were not only nude, but comfortable enough to be relaxed nude around him made his chest feel just as fuzzy as his head.

He’s glad you’re lost in thought so he can take a split second to stare at you breast without you noticing, despite the almost painful desire to stare at your gracile forest form he doesn’t want to be caught staring. He’s only been caught staring at you once- not by you of course. For someone so clever he was surprised you were so oblivious to the world around you sometimes. No- he had been caught staring by your twin brother who had rightfully punched him right in the back, making contact with a rather fresh, and rather painful tattoo. Though it turned into a light hearted, overly rowdy horseplay between friends, Ao’nung understood the undertone. If he touched you, Neteyam might just kill him.

“If you wanted me to take a bath with you, you could have just asked,”

Why in Eywas great paradise did he say that? He was just thinking about how your brother might knock his teeth out for the fact that he had been staring at your bare chest and he felt as though stupid mouth spoke on its own accord.

He was glad you turned so red at his words though- probably out of anger at the implication. It overshadowed how he had embarrassed himself- drew your attention away from the embarrassing mauve heat creeping up his own neck. He hated how visible the contrast of flushed skin was compared to yours. The splash of the water you sent towards him forces him to hold the half done kxener far above his own head.

“I’m surprised you even know how to bathe, kurkung,”

He thinks it’s cute how quickly one arm covers your chest as you go to sit up slightly- suddenly very aware that you’re more exposed then usual, despite the fact you didn’t seem to care before- reaching to grab at his arm and try and snatch the kxener from his hand. It’s his turn to laugh at you know, and plop himself down on the water smoothed stone you had lounged on.

“I’m very clean actually. It’s hard to have such magnificent hair,” He hands you the kxener and with his other hand motions to his bun.

You snort, rolling your eyes and taking the herb you had both been using as a peace treaty from him. Your body turns towards him, head propped up on one of your pretty delicate hands, and the other holding the kxener to your pretty plump lips. Had he not embarrassed himself once already he’d have just sat here and blatantly watched you smoke in the morning light.

“It is going to grow thin if you keep it up all the time,” You motion to him.

Though you knew it was probably a pile of talioang dung, and that his hair would be fine despite the past five years of his well known bun- you couldn’t help but love when his long curly terraces fell down the expanse of his prodigious back. You wouldn’t waste an opportunity to convince him to keep it down.

“I’ll tattoo my bald head,” he’s grinning when he tells you, mimicking the way you had propped your head up on your hand, and reaches to swirl one of your own wavy strands around his finger, “Probably shave yours in your sleep to get back at you for jinxing me,”

“Your mother would scalp you if you did such a cruel thing, very unbecoming of the Eyktanay,”

You mock his status over you. He supposed that was fitting for you. The eldest daughter of the Toruk Makto was sure to have an issue with authority, 

“Well this is rather unbecoming of me. I could be doing countless other things but sitting in a spring with you smoking a kxener and watching the world go by,”

His argument is valid. Though you know he’s joking there is a twinge in your stomach. An argumentative spark that tells you he isn’t joking- that he did not prioritize you the way you had grown to prioritize him. 

The snippy comment rolling off your tongue dies as Ao’nung’s shoulders hunch slightly, leaning his head further down into your space. At this point you were close enough that he could hit the rolled smoke from your own hand.

It was ridiculous. Evil even. How Eywa dangled what you wanted so cruelly in front of your face. The cruel waltz of tension that has suffocated the friendship as you aged. The fact that you can feel your stomach drop at the feeling of his lips so close to your fingers, could taste the shared air between the two of you. Here you sat almost stunned in the shadow of his form.

The Metekyana were large- huge even. An’oung was large amongst them. Well into ten feet you’d assume considering he was ever so taller then his father when he stood straight up. In comparison to his big, stubborn bull-head, your sylphlike hands holding the mostly finished intoxicant to his tantalizing lips looked delicate and small. He could break you. He could toss you around like a rag doll and you’d even thank him after.

You feel bad for the addled look on your face, it’s just been increasingly vexing growing into adulthood due to this bastard. You know you really want to be grinning at his close proximity and the fact that he trusts you so close to his face with something burning. You should be cooing over the fact that he flutters his pretty eyes closed and admires his long eyelashes. Yet you couldn’t stop the bubbling of an attitude under your skin. You knew you were attracted to him, most people had known you had fancied him. Especially when he had grown comfortable enough around you to privy you to the earnest, callowly charming and flustered side of him- but there was something about the way life turned out that kept you both in this tense ‘we aren’t together’, but we are very obviously much more than friends.

You were an older sister at your core. Bossy and with a desire to be the center of attention; Ao’nung thought it was a game to play, and would never fall at your feet the way you charmed others into. At least he’d put up a fight in the pathetically self imposed game you had both committed to.

“Others would gladly take your place, leave then, find somewhere else to be,” you find your resolve finally, after your embarrassing pause. 

With a roll of your eyes, you snatch your hand from his lips. In annunciation of your irritation you had stood up slightly, careful to not remove your body from the turquoise waters of the mangrove spring as you began to move towards the end furthest from him.

He doesn’t really like the years-long game you’ve been playing at this moment, and he really doesn’t like that you have moved away from him. He’s tired of competing in this ridiculous long winded courting ritual with you. He’s been at it since he had made you sob when he left Lo’ak outside of the reef all those years ago. It was the first time Ao’nung had been embarrassed by his own actions. He had been spoiled his whole life, taking whatever he could want- and for the first time he realized he had taken something from someone else. He had taken happiness from someone. He thanked Eywa for letting Lo’ak return relatively unharmed, and swore the wretched sobs that had fallen from your lips never again even ticked the back of your throat.

Year's. Years he has gone out of his way to emulate the humility you so easily radiate. You had forced him to grow; for year's he's learned how to be a man who deserved you. He wasn't a perfect man, in his eyes still not very deserving of you; he was still loud, impulsive and painfully cocky. It’s probably what had pushed him to wrap a large hand around your delicate wrist, unceremoniously pulling you back until the back of your thighs touched him, tail squishing between you and the muscle of his thigh.

Though Ao’nung would pride himself in the fact that you haven't sobed once or even cried often in years, he can't say you didn't hiss. As you are right now, a soprano squeal of a hiss right in his face. Now that the kxener was finishing you were pleasantly buzzing; and the quick drawback of your body had made you dizzy. It’s not his actions that have you embarrassed; you're embarrassed your stomach is fluttering at the feeling of coming into contact with his legs and torso, comfortably aware of the heat he added to the warmth of the water. You try to hide the embarrassment of being close to him like this with only half-real annoyance. Had you not been so civilized Ao’nung was sure you would snap that pretty little jaw at him bite a chunk out of his face,

“I am naked!” Your voice cracks as you yelp, hand landing on his thigh, using the waters aid to help elevate yourself off of his lap, mortified as you were far too close to the water's surface to enjoy the privacy the turquoise water had provided you with yet the idea of your bare skin on his was somehow scarier.

“I am not,” he remarks, taking the kxener from you, moving the hand that had grabbed you to land on your thigh.

You freeze in his lap. Now that the sun's completely up there's nothing to hide you. No beautiful colors to bounce off of your face that you can pass off the blushes accreditation.

“Sit and finish it, you wanted to enjoy a relaxing morning- you do not seem so relaxed,”

You blame the softly buzzing high for the softness you feel for him at this moment. Assuring yourself that his stupid oval head wasn’t terribly handsome and that his warm blue eyes didn’t make your chest tighten. You wouldn’t admit to any of the stupid love sick thoughts that have plagued your mind the entire time he’s been here with you.

More so, you certainly wouldn’t admit that despite his usually rowdy behavior and need to bicker with you, sitting against his imposing form made you feel safer than ever before. It was the work of a herbal paranoid if he dared poked fun at you for how it did not take much convincing for you to sit yourself down on his lap. Flinching at the feeling of the fiber of his tweng against the nude back of your thigh and glutes. You hope he doesn’t notice, even going as far as to lay your head on his chest before doing as he told you and lifting the dwindling end to your lips,

“Don’t you want to finish it?” you ask him, refusing to look up at him. Instead you stared intently at the sun over the sea. He runs his fingers across the expanse of your shoulder.

“It’s yours, I want you to enjoy your morning. Besides, unlike you I have real things to do this afternoon,”

You huff at his jab, knowing he respected the work you did around the village and the aid you offered his mother. A small part of you aches over the lingering idea that he didn't think you enjoyed the time spent with him.

“I've already enjoyed my morning. It’s not often the future Ole’eytkan spares time for me and graces me with his presence,”

You know he's busy, you'd never actually hold that over his head. And when you feel him move your hair off of your shoulder and lay his head on top of your own you almost feel bad for reminding him he’s so busy. Especially when he so sweetly caresses your decolletage as well. You didn’t understand how you always danced this edge with Ao’nung. Years of this pining and yet you’d both always end up here. Stuck in a strangely intimate moment that neither of you would dare go past. You are glad to finish though, finally tossing the item that had kept you both in this painfully frustrating stalemate, maybe you’d go sulk the rest of the day as he was busy doing Eywa knows what.

It’s your ego really, that makes you want to end the morning. Or embarrassment. How could you be sitting naked on top of him; how could you have let this go on all morning. Not just this morning actually, how could you have played this game so long with him when you were so unsure of his own feelings.

“I’m going to prune though so we should get out,”

Your voice is snippy when you speak to him. Hurt evident in your voice as you look up, and finally notice that he’s staring intently down at you. Committing the sight of your nude lissome Omatakyan form perched on his lap to memory. His wagging tail rippling the water and allowing him to watch the waters reflection dance across the bare sapphire of your skin. You were often close to Ao’nung. He didn’t make you uncomfortable in the slightest. You had sat in similar positions, been casually intimate- hell when you were younger the whole group of you would sleep in piles. Being pressed against him wasn’t new to you, yet this is very different. He had made the situation you were in very different in the span of minutes.

“Ao’ i’m serious-“ your voice cracks, “We’ve been here far too long, i’m sure someone will come looking for you-”

“Only me, you and Eywa here,”

It’s said with such a coy yearning you can’t help but flush purple. It wasn’t often that he had ever caught you off guard- at least not to this extent. Despite his usual impulsive nature he was usually relatively predictable when it came to you,

“Y-you’re never serious,” your ears flatten, when you try to turn your head, however his hand is quick to catch your cheek, and he uses his thumb to smush both together. 

It’s not as easy for your tail to wag submerged in the water, not as easy as his does. You’re fighting against the water but you can’t help the flick of your tail- there was too much going on. You felt too much. You’re not really sure why you keep up the charade. He knew you had a great deal of admiration for him surely he wouldn’t have drawn this out had he not been interested in you?

“How could I not be serious when the most enchanting woman in all of Pandora is looking up at me like that?” and his big hand is dwarfing your cheeks and you can swear that you’d choke if you spoke, “Huh? All shy now are you?”

You weren’t shy. How could he call you shy? Shy was hiding away from him or avoiding conversation. He couldn’t call you shy if he did things to embarrass you into dumbfounded silence.

“You drive me ins-”

Your scold dies at the feeling of his kiss on your lips. It’s soft and his breathing against your face makes you smile. It's embarrassing how instant the grin is. How can you be mad when he’s kissing you finally. Perhaps you’d just say you were throwing a nantang a bone when your greedy berry stained tongue eagerly glided across his lip, or when your hips dug down into his lap, curling your tail around his thigh. Ao’nung could justify that his hands gripping and groping frantically as your sun warmed torso pulling you back into him was him doing the same.

And when one of your hands falls to caress your nails against the skin of his lower abs he can’t stop his hips from jerking and thrusting upwards into you, sending your body jostling up. Prematurely ending the oral exploration of both of your tongues.

There’s a string of his saliva connecting you together and his hands brace your jolted form. He means to ask you if you’re alright much quicker then he does. He can’t help but get distracted by your pretty flushed cheeks and with your wide amorous amber eyes. It set him a thrill with a sense of his own stomach warming bliss. He can’t shake his worry though. Worried he had pushed too far too suddenly.

“C’mon, you’re not ready for all this yet,” he rubs his nose against yours, and lets you kiss him softly again. 

        He paws at your hip, and then motions back towards the village with his head breaking your lips apart. How could you have possibly wanted to go back to the village now? You give him a queried look at his cocky barb,

“Perhaps you’re the one not ready for me,”

The raillery in your voice is a comfort that would have made his knees buckle had he not been seated. He smiles, because he knows you’re both right; and his cheeks hurt from the grin as he watches your eyes flutter close as your noses touch once more. A magnetic force that kept bringing your faces close to one another. You couldn’t see him now that your eyes were closed and you were enjoying the comfort of being close to him. It made him shift in his seat. You couldn’t see him. Not now. Not when he wanted you to see him so terribly. See how hard he had worked for you- see how badly he wanted you to just tell him you wanted him so he could move past this terrible feeling of insecurity he had over you. Then again perhaps, he thought it meant more in this moment that you knew him. Knew him so well that you could see past his coyness. As if to coax him further you bite down gently at his lip.

How could he leave you wanton like this? He relishes in the the sweet wiggle of your body at the gentle press of the pads of his calloused fingers roaming the length of your spine and dancing across the valley of your breasts. Soft and slow—just for the sake of caressing you. He has wanted to touch you like this for as long as he could remember. None of his lingering touches or platonic embraces could pale to the invigorating pulse your skin against his gave him. And he’s barely touching you- ghosting over your pretty sapphire skin and you’re trembling. Trying to squirm away from his lithe hands as to prevent his gliding fingers in their  pursuit towards your peaked nipples. He’s sure the drag of his fingers as he groped at you was probably more tortuous than any direct overstimulation he could cause you but he wouldn’t grant you that clemency. Not until he feels satisfied that you’ve been disproven. That he was more than capable of taking care of you, more than ready to.

Ao’nung is competitive, and you know this. He knows you know this. How often have you both gotten into trouble over silly competition? He can’t help but huff at the thought that you knew how to press his buttons and roll his hips up once more. The sound of water squishing between where you meet makes your ears fall flat against your head and your nails dig into the soft skin below his abs.

“Ya, yer gonna see,” He moves with you easily, sliding from under you and propping your knees up on the smooth stone you had both sat on previously, standing behind you. 

Ao’nung casts an imposing shadow over yourself and the ground around you. The water only offers to cover you to the top of your thigh, rendering you the most exposed you’ve ever been for him. You can’t help but shift your weight and squirm at the feeling of Ao’nung wrapping his hands around the freshly cleaned halo of curls that were your last sense of modesty. Now that he’s pushed your hair over your shoulder there’s nothing stopping him from seeing all of you. You attempt to focus on how the ends of your hair dip into the water, or how tan your freckling hands and arm appear next to the light lime wash of the smooth stony structures of the springs.

You feel strange, knees on the smooth stone you had originally sat on, palms bracing yourself on the stoney ledge as his prodigious hands dance up and down the shape of your curves while he causes in the water to plop rhythmic against your skin as he gives into his desire to rut against your form quickly. He is even quicker to catch himself and return his focus to you. You should feel much more vulnerable than you do at this moment- quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. Yet the cooling overcast of his form protecting you from the sweltering rays of light made you feel far more secure then you had previously thought. 

It’s tantalizing- dizzying even when you feel his fingers run down the expanse of your back. It was easy for him to become distracted with the enchanting visage of your form arched prettily in front of him.

He knows you were right. He was nervous. For more reasons than one. Firstly the longer the sun made its ascension into the sky the more likely anyone could have the misfortune of stumbling upon you. More importantly he knows he should not mate with you right here. That you deserve much better than this. He aches knowing this is the closest he has ever gotten to it despite years of literally grasping at sand for the chance to be mounted over you like he was now.

Ao’nung did not have the resolve of a man you deserved though. He couldn’t swallow the anxiety he felt over the fact that perhaps if he didn’t come across you today someone else would have. And you would have been bent over for them. He wanted to do this much better for you- as cliche as it sounded. Yet, when he watched his hand dwarf the intricate and soft dips of the dimples that framed the sides of your softly twitching tail, his resolve snapped.

“Yer’ gonna be my Tsahìk?”

He watches you jolt under his sudden slurred words, the added stimulation of his left palm gripping the pliable sphere of meat that was only centimeters from his own longing groin adding to your need. Gripping just a bit too roughly. He didn’t mean to handle you so impolitely, he could not bring himself to have any resolve as his fingers curl against your skin to pull you apart for him. He’s embarrassed at how excited he is to receive the reward of your pretty moan at his chilling intrusion. He had been blessed with hearing your whiney groans and faux whimpery cries many times before, but he had never been privy to such an entrancing sound as your desperate moan.

He can’t stop his upper body from clambering down, hands quickly bracing his imposing form down on the same rock that held you up. His face instantly in the visible crook of your neck. All you can do is turn and gaze dumbfounded at his hand that twitches almost too closely to your own while you listen to him practically pant in your alert ear. His panting breath cracks in your ear when you raise your hips slightly, the feeling of the ridge of your tail, and curve of your ass against his ever throbbing manhood results in his own guttural moan followed by a sloppy open mouth kiss under your ear.

“Ao’nung, please,”

You don’t know what you’re pleading for him to do and he can’t believe you could be the one pleading right now considering how tightly you had wound him up already. He can’t bring himself to understand the complexities of your own emotions when he can now fully feel his body on top of yours.

“Please what, huh? Want me to mate you? G’onna be mine?” He enunciated his words with uncharacteristically gentle kisses to your neck. 

You hear the wet plap of him forcing the fabric of his tweng down enough for you to feel the weight of him on your back. You’re unsure if the tender caress from your sensitive belly up to the valley of your breast from his free hand is what makes you shiver, or the feeling of the heavy tip of his cock that still manages to hang down onto your body despite Ao'nungs desperate grip at his own base.

Instantly one of your hands reaches to clasp around his wrist that has moved electrifyingly close to your breast, dinging your nails into him ever so slightly, causing him to jerk slightly. You huff at the feeling of his tip smearing precum across the small of your back.

“I thought you wanted me to enjoy my morning- why must you torture me instead,”

There was that pretty desperate whine. That inexorable and perpetual babble that you put on to get the things you wanted from those around you. He wanted to say he had better resolve then them, but the sound of your frustration laced whine has the weight of his cock twitching against the pudge of your ass. The wrist you had grabbed onto continued its ascension up your body, fingers dancing up your neck until he could hold your mandible.

It’s endearing really, the view he’s greeted with. With the easy squish of the cute chub of your cheeks together between his big hand, he’s effortlessly forcing you to look up at him. The Metkayina were expressive, maybe because they signed to each other a great deal- you wouldn’t know. But you’d still thank Eywa for it, as you can’t deny the aura of pure desire that radiates off of his face like the heatwaves the morning sun had begun to cast across the horizon. Eyes blown out wide, and the ends of his kiss swollen lips curled into a soft smile.

A soft smile that doesn't match the feeling in your stomach when his big hand leaves your ass and wraps around the base of your kuru. You swear you see Eywa in his eyes, and he swears he hears her in your gasp. He’s quick to push his lips back onto yours despite the unnatural position. And though your spine and neck ache from the arch he has pulled you back into you can’t help but clank your teeth together as you kiss again. You’re not sure who’s spit is all over you both; all you know is the sloshing sound of your mouths and the embarrassing sound of water sloshing at the disturbance of his rocking hips that ground his twitching cock against your ass. He wanted to reach down and force your tail out of the way so he could relish in the feeling of you hammocking his throbbing cock- but he had something far more important to deal with.

The most beautiful girl in all of Pandora was sparkling in the sun below him, and you wanted him as terribly as he wanted you. He really did want you to enjoy your morning and promised himself you’d enjoy every morning after this one too.

“I need you,” You’re whining into his mouth.

The very woman he has painfully longed after- the love of his life- was moaning into his mouth as he kissed them. The huffy and croaked out, “Need all of you,” should have been all he needed to hear from you. All he had ever wanted to hear from you. Nonetheless, Ao’nungs egotistical charm was a facade. In actuality he was terribly insecure. In fact he couldn’t truly wrap his head around how he had even gotten this far with you. He grounds himself in the feeling of your heavy breaths against his lips before he speaks,

“Tell me how bad you want tsaheylu. Tell me how bad you want me to be your mate,”

He doesn’t mean the growling undertone of his voice, or the side to side grind of his hips against your ass, but he loves the feeling of your cute little tail rolling over his cock at the motion and he can’t control how good he feels. Your wide eyes would be enough consent, the adoration in your topaz iris unmistakable.

“Nga yawne lu oer,”

One of your hands reaches up to hook around his neck, letting your delicate hand wrap around the base of his own kuru. And in the same breath you just loved him in, you assure him-

“I see you, Ao’nung. I see the real you. I want you so bad,”

He would normally laugh at the weakened tug at his kuru, but all you want is for him to kiss you again. How could he laugh when his pretty girl is begging him so nicely? How can he not kiss you once more and run his big hand down your delicate kuru. Dance his fingers across the pretty, intricate and adorned goddess loc protecting it. Had he felt a bit meaner he would have twisted the little curls that escaped it’s end just to hear you squeal and whine.

He had more pressing matters. Something far more interesting for him to focus on. You had a bundle of nerves practically dying to be connected to him, flailing tendrils kissing the bottom of his abs. Desperately swiping across the water slicked skin of his stomach looking for his own nerves to curl and wrap into. You wanted to feel him. All of him and it drove him wild. By the time his fingers trail the nerves of your tswin you’re crying. Actual tears that clump your pretty long lashes together and redden the tip of your cute crinkled nose.

His throat hurts. Choking on his breath at your sparkling tears. He can’t help but use one strong arm to cradle you into his body, pulling your torso taught against his own and relishing in the feeling of your boobs squishing against his arm. He tries to sooth you, hushing you with a voice uncharacteristically gentle for the man you had spent the end of your childhood roughhousing and bantering with. 

“Shhh, tanhì,” his head is besides yours again, and you welcome the feeling of your cheeks rubbing together, and the gentle nuzzling of his face into the crook of your neck, “Nga yawne lu oer, why do you cry pretty baby?”

He feels you clench below your tail when he asks, and he feels bad for the bead of precum that squeezes on the dip of your spine again. Your soft quivering,

“‘s too much,” as you shake your head a bit, “feel’s too much,” your rounded red eyes peer up at him again. You’re blushing now, purple and pretty for him.

“Let me feel it with you then, ya?” Your noses are slotted against each other when he moves to speak against the crown of your head, ending his question with a kiss to your slightly furrowed forehead. He lets the arm bracing you against him slowly begin to tweak your ridged nipple between his fingers. Letting himself enjoy the feeling of it hardening between his thumb and pointer finger, “Please, Ao’- wanna feel you,”

There’s a chuckling undertone in his huff as you drop forward on your arms again, bracing your palms onto the watery ledge. Though he had wanted to pull you back up, the sight of you arching your back and grinding yourself back into him grants you reprieve from having to hold yourself up.

It was almost difficulty, shaking your hips against him as well as you could from your knelt position, yet the stones assault on your knees was barely an afterthought as you had finally arched yourself in such a way that Ao’nung’s balls had finally began to drag blissfully across your swollen clit.

He doesn’t think you’ve ever sounded so pretty. Practically purring under him and gasping as you grind yourself against him and he paws at your breast. He’s proven wrong when he watches you jolt at the feeling of the hair at the end of his kuru raise towards where he dropped yours against your back. You feel the teasing kisses of his own tendrils on the skin just before where your own danced wildly waiting for him, “One more time baby, tell me you want me. I need you t’be sure,”

Had you not been driven mad by the slow pace he had subjected you to you’d have felt bad for the obvious crack in his voice. You hated that he thought you didn’t love him, it’s what drove you to reach up and grab for the base of his own braid,

“Ao’nung if you don’t i’m going to lose my-“

You don’t finish your reprimand. You can’t. Not when you feel his tswin latch onto yours, pulling you tightly into him. Tsaheylu. You had ridden ikrans and ilus of course- but this was different. Like a rush below your skin that left you panting in his arms. You had never felt like this before. Never throbbed like this before. All you could do was squeal as a relentless wave of wetness practically leaked from your twitching cunt. In a desperate attempt to ground yourself from the sudden rush of fire across your body you raise you hand from the base of his own kuru to the mass of curls held up in a bun.

You didn’t mean to yank at the tie that kept them out of the way. In fact, you were shocked when his inky tresses fell forward, covering you in a curled veil of obsidian and forcing you to drown in the smell of salted ambergris of the sea and smoke that was permanently locked in the ringlets of Ao’nungs mane. It blocked you from perceiving anything that wasn’t him, not only could you feel him, you couldn’t see anything besides him. He had engulfed your senses the same way he had engulfed your mind.

“Oh f-uck,” Eywa save you, his throaty whine makes you drop your body weight against the arm that had originally only been ghosting across your breasts, rendering you into a blubbering pile of putty forced to listen to him practically moan into your ear that, “I had no idea you were feeling so good baby,”

You can hear the swish of his paddled tail as it escapes the confines of the spring that you’d blame the sweat accumulating on your body to. You can feel how absolutely delighted he was. Though you couldn’t physically see where your nerves became his you couldn’t shake the picture between your eyes. As though the pretty loop of your braids had been branded behind the eyelid of your third eye by your mate.

“Ma’ pretty mate wants me so badly,” his opposite hand meanly grips at the fat of your hip, pulling you up to him.

You felt like a rag doll, pulled up against him just so he could grind you up and down against his length. He can understand why you were crying now. You felt a lot of emotions for having such a small form, it’s probably why you had the attitude problems you did. The mixture of panic and uncontrolled longing that tickled the pit of your stomach was an addicting feeling to him however. He makes a cruel grab at the base of your tail caressing his thumb on the smooth, sensitive skin under your tail.

“You’re either gonna move your tail out of my way or I'm going to move it for you,”

He’s straightening his back a bit as he speaks, arm sliding to let you go slightly, though his grip on your tit stays firm. Almost too quickly your tail curls up to give him a view he’s been dying for since he’s stumbled upon you this morning.

You’re swollen and flushed and so wet. He wonders how long you’ve been this sticky. And you don’t even care that he’s practically drooling over the sight of your pretty tail curled up because that pretty useless head of yours is too busy swirling with silly little thoughts about how much you loved him. He was sure it was some evolutionary effect to get people to keep having kids to keep their species alive, but to Ao’nung nothing has ever felt real to him. Maybe love was a scam for everyone else, but for him? Eywa herself couldn’t offer him more than the moment in front of him.

“Prettiest thing I ever fucking seen,” His hand had to leave your azure tail to palm at himself. He had only just began to realize how badly he was throbbing for you, “Need you so bad too,”

You rub yourself against him, pushing one of your hands down on the rock to offer more pressure

“Ao’nung please, i’ll be okay you can-“

You’re cut off with your own shaken breath when you feel him rub the blunt end of himself against your sticky slit. 

“Nu-uh,” he’s hunched forward over you again, rubbing the head of his cock against your slit, “you can’t take it like this,”

It’s your turn to feel shared panic. Not that you focus on it, choosing to clutch to his arms as the speed of his steadily rubbing intrusions picks up. It feels good. Too good on your still stoned, too stimulated body. Too good considering you can feel how good he feels. Every time the tip of his cock slides over your swollen clit and catches another glob of slick that only makes it easier to speed his assault up you moan.

Your thighs clench against him, but it does little to deter him. Not at his size. Not when he’s obsessed with the fact that he’s so much bigger than you. There wasn’t a thing you could do to keep him from making you cum. It really was foolish for you to clench your thighs. It only served to create a new angle for him to rub against. The smile you can hear in his moans is almost as embarrassing as the sloshing sound of your cunt at the enjoyable pace he had set.

He really did want to finger you, he wanted to feel your pretty cunt clench down around his pointer and middle finger too terribly but he can’t avoid the painful throb of his cock any longer. He’d been ignoring the pulse of his lower stomach since he had first seen the heavenly image of you sitting nude in the water watching the pink and lilac sky kiss stars goodbye. He was glad you seemed to like the intrusion of him practically jerking himself into you. Coating his cock in the enticingly scented albumen of your slick. He could cum probably, if he wasn’t already buzzing with overstimulation.

The naive part of him is confused when he watches your hips roll away from him, thighs clenching. Maybe it means you want him away from you, but all he can feel is the part of you screaming in his brain to keep going. So his hips follow yours so he can continue the sloppy drag of his cock-head though your folds. He’s starstruck when he catches on your clit rather roughly and is gifted with the sight of your spazzaming leaking cunt.

He’s so occupied with the liquid leaving you’re pretty swollen hole that the hand holding your chest up drops down to your tail again, yanking your hips up. He drops his cock from his hands to continue his assault on you with his fingers to rub faster then he previously was. You scream and he’s never been happier. The sight of him holding you up by your tail (that now wraps up around his forearm) while you brace yourself up by your hands as he rubs an orgasm from you, extending it as far as he could.

He knows he made you feel good and it only adds to how good he feels. If he was a bit more shameless he’d have probably busted the second you started leaking onto his swollen tip. His patience was almost in vain as he watched you lay your head on your arms, sitting up on your knees more to arch your back for him.

“Ao’ wan’ you to feel good too,”

So considerate of him always. He can feel the throb of your pretty pussy from where he still holds your tail. He laughs a little, he can’t help it. It’s a little mean when he sends a softish spank to where your ass meets your thigh. It’s mostly just to see your pretty body jolt under him, and to hear your pretty whine but it’s also to give him a second to compose himself. He’s not trying to claim your pretty azure skin with his cum yet.

And you look at him with those pretty slitted eyes, plump lips curled into the softest snarl he’s ever seen on your bratty little face. He doesn’t mean to so unceremoniously hunch down to catch your face in his palm and kiss you. He’s just so excited that he finally has what he wants.

“I can put it in ya?” He mumbles against your lips, 

“Gonna let me make you feel good?” He questions again, and it’s his turn for a twitch to shoot up his cock to the soft patch of fat below his abs at your pretty moan.

“Ao’ you can! You y-you don’t have to ask,”

He ignores the amusement over how snappy your sentence started, yet ended in hiccupy adoration filled stumbles. Once again he’s lining himself up against your slit, and with the added force you can finally feel the girth of him. You’re thankful he hasn’t let you see him fully yet, worried the sight might have unsettled you more than the feeling.

He has to refrain himself from shooting forward, shoving you full in one snap of his hips. Has to stand up and slide his weighty dick between your cheeks to lay it on your back just to remind himself how deep he’d be in you. Sliding against you for a few lazy thrusts just to admire the view. He's dumbfounded at how intrusive his cock would be in comparison to whatever Omatikaya loser Eywa had intended for you to be mated with before he had set his eyes on you. One hand moves to spread your cheek one more time, the other returning to its place on his cock to help guide him between your folds. He starts groaning as he pushes the tip in.

Warm. Fuck you’re warmer then the suns rays on his back. Warmer than the heat his downed hair traps around him. And you match his moan. A hypnotizing harmonization that’s only paused when he feels a foreign stinging. A warm burn where he had never felt pain before, and though it was nothing more than an inconvenience he couldn’t stand the idea of his girl in any pain. You didn’t even get a chance to whine at the stretch before two if his large fingers are clamoring over your bud, trying his best to roll tight figure eights to lessen the sting for you.

Ao’nung can’t help but be confused. He can feel you slicking up his cock as he pushes in, the sheer wetness welcoming him in with almost ease. The only resistance the clenching muscle could offer against his intrusion was the sheer tightness of it.

Why is one hand reaching up to dig your pretty nails into his thigh, to scratch and push at him even though you’re feeling so good? Do you forget he can feel you? Can he blame it on you feeling too good? He’s not even half way into you and yet your hips keep stuttering away from him. He’s even paused his movement to appreciate your little huffs over being split open on him,

“You are alright,” you feel one his hands wrap around your waist, guiding you to sit up on your knees all the way out of the water, forcing his cock to slide out slightly. He makes sure to guide your face up towards you, forcing your eyes to lock on his. 

His big hand then sides under your thigh and pulls your one leg up. It’s an embarrassing display, Ao’nung holding one of your legs up against your chest so he could force the remnants of his aching cock into your hole.

“Ya yer pussy knows it’s mine. Good girl sucking me right in,”

Both of your round exultant eyes are locked onto each other as he bottoms out, his words making you clench down. You marvel at the flush of his face and the hiss that falls past his teeth after the wet plap of his balls hit your ass. You swear you can feel him against your fruit filled stomach. As though he had truly impaled you on something. There was no way he could have prepared you for such a stretch. It was nothing like any of the self imposed violations against your cunt by your own fingers- what Ao’nung was doing to you was entirely different. This was beyond any girlish fantasy that had ever crossed your mind about the man.

"I need a second please-wait,” you sound so desperate for someone who knows that he’d never think of pushing you past your limit- not this time, not like this. Not when you’ve been so kind as to let him mate with you. He doesn’t answer you, kissing up and down your neck and shoulders. Allowing himself to bite and suck as he rolls your clit between his fingers,

“Deep breath baby, I already taught you how to breathe. Don’t make me do it again,”

There’s a smile against your throat as you feel him suck particularly hard, it makes you smile too. You don’t know why you listen to him, taking in a deep breath and craning your neck to lay against his chest.

His ego has skyrocketed. Feeling how much you liked being crammed down on his dick while he played with your pretty clit, legs spread wide for him. He hasn't even really gotten started and you feel twitchy like before you came. He can admit you’re clouding his brain quicker then he intended. He hadn’t felt so brain dead since his very first rut (which he had spent the entirety of silently fixated on you). He doesn’t really mean to shift his hips, doesn’t mean to push his fat cock deeper into your sweet little hole-

"Ah fuck, too big- it's too big!"

The sight of your furrowed eyes looking up at him makes his chest tighten and his dick a little harder. You didn’t mean it- even if he could feel the aftershock of the burn that dances across your nervous system into his. He knows you don’t mean it cause you’re grinding your pretty cunt against him. Chasing the high his fingers against your clit are providing. 

“Stop ya whining,” he knows he’s been nice enough to you. Which is why he pinches down on your swollen clit ever so gently, twisting softly between the pads of his fingers ruining how close to a second release you were. It feels good when it makes you jump and impale yourself deeper against his cock, "Maybe you're just really fucking tiny,"

And with his words he begins the slow roll of his hips forward. After the few experimental rolls of his hips in conjunction with his comforting mumbles that you would be fine, Ao’nung feels that he can finally pull almost all the way out of you. You hate the feeling of being empty so suddenly, and are almost too loud when he begins to deliver shallow thrust into you. The water of the spring is splashing below you, and the sound of the spring mixed with the violent wet slapping of your skin together would alert anyone who got too close to the springs as to the torture Ao’nung was putting you though.

As if he is reading your mind (he probably is in one way or another) his mean hand grips the fat of your thigh tighter, and forces the leg higher in effort to open you more- so far even that you feel your lips part completely- as he uses the fat of your thigh as reigns to deliver deeper thrust.

“Ya yer right, anyone could walk out here with your legs wide fuckin open for me, huh?” he starts, and you wrap your tail around his torso to keep yourself stabilized against his thrusts into you, “Toruk Maktos daughter getting fucked stupid in public,”

He’s biting you again, just to hear that pretty little squeal and feel your pussy clamp down on him. He knows he should wait just a little longer before revving up the brutality of his pace- but the sight of you drove him to madness. And feeling your fingers reaching up to knot into his hair and yank only spurs him on more.

Feeling you cum felt better the second time then the first time. Is dizzying how quickly this one crashes over you. He’s a little disappointed that there’s a lack of liquid to splash against his muscular thighs this time, but promised himself your third would be messy after seeing the creamy ring you left around his cock. A welcome addition of more lubricate so he could comfortably drag against your spongy wall. It mind numbing how good it felt to fuck you though it- he was sure you were tearing up his thighs with your pretty up kept nails but he couldn’t be bothered with the white hot burn when he feels the lingering throb of your orgasm.

“Wrap your arms around my neck, baby,” he pleads with his lips against you, thrusting at an almost animalistic pace. 

The up kick in the power of his thrust distracts you. You don’t move quick enough for him as he growls, smacking at the bundle of nerves between your legs. It’s all it takes for you to jolt and snap your arms above you and wrap them around his neck.

It knocks the wind out of your smoke assaulted lungs when his other arm loops around your other thigh. Heaving you out of the water into his arms. You see the world from an uncomfortably high angle as he stands straighter. Gasping as you grasp the inky tendrils of his hair in a painful tug.

“Oh fuck,”

It’s sinful, the way he’s slamming you up and down on him. Bouncing you in the air like a toy. Small and weightless in his hands as he used you to cum. There was an ache in your hips at the position, the sea breeze against your exposed cunt only edged you on more though. You were shaking in his hands, and he’s never seen you so delicate and vulnerable for him- he’d be sure to make fun of how quickly his dick turned your sour bratty mood into nothing but a brain dead euphoric smile.

“All you fucking needed all these years, huh?” he asks you, “Woulda saved me so much grief if I had just mated with you then, huh?”

He isn’t expecting an answer, just mindlessly babbling to himself as he slides against the spongey spot of your cunt. It’s amazing to him how you jerk in his arms, stretching yourself backwards to clutch onto his neck better, straining your head sideways to pull at his hair and yank him into another sloppy kiss. Your wet lips are chilled by his breath as he pulls away,

“Touch your pussy for me baby, I wan’na cum so bad,”

As if he needs to feel your orgasm rip across his nervous system to make him cum. How could you deny the pretty aqua eyes pleading with you. It doesn’t feel as good when you do it considering you had grown so used to his much larger fingers padding against you but it still felt good. Too good to be so dirty. Too good to be mated in the early hours of the morning in a public space. His hips jerk up to match the painful drop of your ragdolled body against him and it makes you see stars. Stars that were successful in blinding him as well.

“Ya that’s it baby, don’t stop-“

It hurts to clench down on him. The painful snap behind your belly button could only be met with you dead weighing your body down deeper onto his cock and the fluttering push of your plush cunt.

He could have topped over with the speed he used to look down over your shoulder. He didn’t want to miss the sight of your pussy cumming for him. Not when you show him how much his pretty pussy can gush for him. He thought the small splash of liquid from your first orgasm was squirting- but at the sight of the liquid that sprays against the rocks ahead of you his thrusts grow sloppy. He doesn’t know how he was so lucky to have your juices splash up into him but he’s thankful for it- never wants the smell of you to leave his face.

How can he not want to cum at the feeling of your body completely giving into him. Laying limp in his big arms while he fucked up into you. There was no clenching resistance of your fluttering hole or pulling yourself up off of his body. Only his pretty girl in his arms getting filled the way no other man could ever fill her.

He hates how bad it hurts to slide out of you when he feels himself starting to cum. You offer no support in keeping his composure as your fingers slide down from where they rested on your cunt and gently caress the tips of your fingers against his tightening ballsack.

“You’re gonna make me cum,”

He knows he’ll never live down the breathy gasp of his words or moaning the way he does for you. He prays no one is within earshot of the wanton moans that leave his throat but he can’t help himself. You’re so wet and warm and tight. He swore there wasn’t a pussy in all of Pandora that would milk him half as well.

And Eywa, when he finally finds the strength to give in and pull out and your small palm wraps around the head of his cock, twisting and jerking him until an embarrassingly fat load shoots from him- he can't stop the loud growl that his moans turn into.

He would accredit the buckle of his knees to the fact that you were failing at aiming his cum towards your belly due to the erratic jerking of your hand against the tip of his cock, sending his cum not only over your pretty body, but shooting haphazardly onto the floor and most likely into the water. But the real reason for his weak legs was the sweet and huffed way you were babbling that you would love him forever.

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Nobody tells me what to do (aged up! Ao’nung x fem! Reader)

Summary: Y/n was Lo’ak’s future mate back in the forest, when she comes to look for him after 6 years, she finds out he mated with Tsireya. Ao’nung is there to help her out and make her forget him.

AO’NUNG IS AROUND 20 IN THIS FIC

General warnings: cheating, the other woman cliché (my fav tbh), yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, forced mating, gaslight, smut, pussy eating, squirt, fluid drinking,

The pussy eating in this post is inspired by @justasimps-blog Ao’nung eating pussy headcanons. Thank you for such an amazing work <3

[ 3rd Person POV ]

Y/n walked slowly towards the shore, her ikran waiting patiently there. “Wait” a voice behind her said. She turned around seeing a boy she had seen hours earlier when she was looking for Lo’ak.

“You know” the boy fidgeted, suddenly nervous “for a jungle freak, you are pretty cool” he started off wrong, Y/n was burrowing her brows with not a pleased face. “What I am trying to say is… ugh!.. would you like to join me at dinner tonight, it is getting quite late and I don’t want you flying in the middle of the night, it is dangerous”.

She cracked a soft smile for the very first time that day, she accepted. “Just for your information, I am the future Olo’eyktan” Ao’nung puffed his chest in pride. “So you’ll be eating with the best guy around here” he smiled at her.

Later that night, Y/n sat beside Ao’nung, much to everyone’s surprise. Lo’ak was quite angry watching them for afar as he was sitting beside Tsireya and his family. Neytiri was quite delighted to see Y/n with Ao’nung. Jake was surprised, he thought the girl would go back to home.

Lo’ak’s parents weren’t very happy of seeing how their son left her without any notice.

Ao’nung smiled triumphantly at Lo’ak. His pale blue hand snaking around Y/n’s waist as they ate. Y/n blushed at this. During the night, Ronal and Tonowari smiled at each other, finding Y/n as a good girl for their son.

Later, Y/n was invited to stay at the Sully’s marui pod, since Lo’ak lived with Tsireya in other marui. “Oh, sorry but she is going with me” Ao’nung smiled slyly as he took Y/n to his house.

Lo’ak was pretty aware of that.

Once on the Marui, Y/n turned to Ao’nung. “I am thankful for your help, but truly I would like to go home” she spoke solemnly.

“Home?” Ao’nung chuckled “but you are going to be my mate. I have already chosen you”. His eyes narrowed. “But… I am not ready to be promised to someone again…” she responded, her heartbreak coming back. “Who has talked about promising? I am going to take you right here right now, mates for ever in front of Eywa” he smiled darkly, walking closer to her.

She began to feel nervous. “But first I gotta convince you, to show you things that he couldn’t do to you” he spoke with pride and disgust at the same time. The mention of he was pretty disgusting for Ao’nung.

“Ao’nung, what will your parents say? I… I mean, you are the future Olo’eyktan, maybe the Gad already found you a mate” she spoke quietly.

“Nobody tells me what to do” he smiled cockily, closing the gap between them, snaking his arms around her back and pushing her body flush against his. “You wanna be mine? Are you choosing me back, sweetheart?” He cooed next to her lips.

“Yes” she responded without thinking. He smashed his lips against her. His hands went down, squeezing her butt, making her squeal into the kiss. The kissing soon turned into a make-out session, which had both of them on the floor. Ao’nung on top of Y/n. He moved her beaded top away, softly caressing her skin with the tip of his fingers.

Once he broke off the kiss, he kissed her jaw, followed by sloppy hickeys on her neck to softly kissing her breasts. Firstly with love, then with lust. He sucked and nibbled at her nipples, making her moan and squirm under his power. He held her hips to stop her from moving.

“do you like this?” He question between soft kisses and nibbles. She moaned softly before responding “yeah”. His hand swirly made its way towards her loincloth, toying her pussy through the thin fabric. He stared at her with a sly smile, looking at her while she moaned and her eyes rolled a little bit back.

His kissed trailed down her stomach before stoping and pulling at her loincloth, successfully getting her naked. Ao’nung sensed her nervousness so he pulled his own loincloth off, that way they were equal. His dick was fully erect, glistening with precum as he lowered himself to start eating her out.

He first licked softly all the wetness accumulated, taking his sweet time. His ego was being boosted by the way she squirmed and softly moved with his movements.

He began tongue-fucking into her, pretty aware of the way his nose pressed flat against her clit, the nerve bundle bringing bolts up Y/n’s spine. He slurped the juices that came out of her, obviously trying to make them as obnoxious as possible.

Y/n was near her orgasm when he began sucking her clit and finger fucking her. So he had to use both of his strong hands to keep her thighs apart and to not let her wriggle away from him. He continued sucking her clit, even after her high.

Y/n had lost her voice and now she could only moan and sigh in a high tone or squeal with really high notes. Ao’nung had never felt prouder. The way he knew she was coming again, overstimulated and he just continued to suck and suck and swirl his tongue in circles. And Y/n could only moan, scream and unknowingly buckle her hips in the search of more pleasure.

He began finger fucking her again, changing both hands pulling her down to just one arm trying to hold her. As she tried to escape the oncoming orgasm, she felt as she could pass out, her toes began curling, her whole body jumping with the bolts that run up and down, she came undone.

Her sweet scream-moan could have been heard in the whole place. Her fluids coming out rather fast as Ao’nung tried to drink as much, most of it flowing down his chin into his chest and abs. His dick twitched with interest, more precum flowing out of it. He then lapped at her entrance, trying to get the last drop, she tried to pry him away, trembling and moving with sudden spasms all over her body.

“Did you like it?” He smiled cockily, her juices still on his chin, chest and abs, now reaching the base of his cock. She wasn’t able to respond “I said did you like it? Come on, use your words” he passed a finger up her slit, pressing ever so slightly on her clit, she twitched again, her vagina pulsing over nothing. “Now, did you like it?” He threatened with his finger pretty close to her warm and wet pussy.

“Eh… ye… yes… I… I like it… alo…. A lot…” she was breathing heavily, taking her time to get back to herself.

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“Everyone knows. Everyone knows. She f*cks you.”

Ao’nung headcanon (no use of yn!)

⚠️ All characters are age 18 or over in this story. I will not write Ao’nung in a suggestive manner unless he is aged up.

Wc: 1.2k

I myself haven’t seen anyone write Ao’nung as submissive so I was happy to. And personally, I think this fits him way more hehe. 🤭

includes: suggestive/strong language.

part two

• Because Ao’nung is such a dickhead and so headstrong all the time, I think its pretty damn obvious that it’s merely a tough front he puts on to throw any one off from finding out he’s submissive as hell, especially you. He’s actually a sucker for the woman he loves. This man literally WORSHIPS the ground you walk on and he lives for that shit. That big and bad act is simply a disguise to hide the fact that he’s actually a bitch boy. He would definitely listen to whatever you say and follow your directions to a T.

•He’s had women pine after him before but they quickly gave up because he’s so damn rude, leaving him with zero potential mates before you came along. No other na’vi woman was willing to put up with his attitude, or better yet, see right through that shit and squash it like you did. Or maybe no other woman had the power to. The mere thought of you was enough to get this man off, he was like putty in your hands; completely infatuated with you.

Something in your bones always told you that bully act was one big bluff. The first time Ao’nung hurt your feelings while you were dating, you denied his want to touch you for two whole days. When he expressed his disapproval of your decision, you made him get on his knees and beg for forgiveness, or he wouldn’t be able to touch you for two weeks. Two weeks without touching you for Ao’nung would feel like two years. It’s not a surprise that he’s incredibly clingy and gets upset when he can’t be near you 24/7, so you knew exactly what to hold against him when he made you mad. Jeez, what a fuckin baby. Talk about mommy issues.

“Baby, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it, will you forgive me?” He spoke softly and looked down at you with doe eyes, hoping to get off the hook and have this be over with. You stood in front of him and let out a dry laugh, arms crossed and expression unamused. Now he knew good and well you wouldn’t go that easy. Him being an entire foot taller than you didn’t phase you and he knew that. Some of the other men laughed when they would see a sight such as this. How is such a small, feeble woman controlling the olo’eyktan’s son like she’s his handler? What kind of spell did you put on him?

You stared up at Ao’nung through your long lashes, hard. Completely unwavered by his attempt at winning you over.

He sighed and reached for you, but before he could even brush a finger against your arm you swatted his hand away.

“You don’t get to touch.” You hissed, earning a whine and almost a frustrated stomp from the boy who seemed sooo tough.

God, you loved to see him squirm.

“Beg for it.” You demanded, your gaze mean and unfaltering. You didn’t feel bad, Ao’nung treated everyone else like this and you were simply giving him a taste of his own medicine. Besides, he liked it anyway. The boy has a thing for dominant women, who would have guessed.

He sighed, looking around at the other na’vi strolling on the beach and cursing under his breath. “Please, please forgive me.” He spoke, sounding so much smaller than before, both in voice and confidence.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Is this what you call begging, Ao’nung? That’s pathetic, you know better. Do not waste my time.”

“Ugh… right now? Like, here? People will see me.” He lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck and spoke in a hushed tone so nobody around would hear what he was saying. He had an image to uphold, the tough son of the olo’eyktan who didn’t take shit from anybody and gave shit to everybody. If anyone saw you controlling him like this, he feared it would damage his “reputation”. Or more so his ego.

You didn’t care though, this shit turned you on. And no matter how much he complained about it, you knew it turned him on too. He would never hide the way he looked at you as if he wanted to pounce, and his body gave him up as if you had offered it a cash reward.

“Fine, three weeks.” You responded plainly and shrugged after upping his timeout, turning on your heels to walk until he grabbed your wrist and sunk down to his knees before your footing could even change in the sand.

“Wait, wait! Please, my love… I’m sorry” He apologized, genuinely this time. You could hear the desperation in his voice and it made your core tingle with need. He held your smaller sized hand in both of his much larger ones and pressed his lips against the back of it, smothering it with kisses incessantly and apologizing between each one.

Ao’nung was aware of what he had just been told, no touching. But he couldn’t help himself, he needed his hands on you every minute of the day, whether it be him kissing the back of your hand as if you were royalty or you playing in his hair while he dozed away on your chest. At this point, you had long forgiven him but seeing this big so called ‘bully’ down on his knees in front of you to earn back something so simple as the right to touch you, made you hot. You raised an eyebrow and lifted your chin at him, taking your hand back and placing your hands on your hips in an attempt to look unimpressed.

His eyes widened slightly and he shook his head, wrapping his muscular arms around your torso he hugged you tightly from below.

“Please princess, I will do anything… whatever you want. I’ll be good from now on, I promise. Just take me off punishment.” He whined desperately, the side of his face pressed just below your navel, his grip on you strong.

Feeling your breath quietly catch in your throat as you watched him, you re-centered yourself to stop your legs from trembling. Many thoughts passed through your mind and you felt your skin heating up with his face pressed up against your body. You hummed, trying to decide on one of many options and gently brushing your fingers back between the lines of scalp next to his braids.

“Anything I want?” You cooed, chewing on your bottom lip slightly and earning an instant nod from the boy who was at your complete disposal.

“Ao’nung, up.” You beckoned and used your hand to raise his chin, seeing him look up at you in admiration from below as he quickly rose back to his feet at your direction. Taking his hand, you eyed him up and down deviously while he became more and more impatient with every second that passed. The shadow on his loincloth looked much different than it did when this conversation had started. The fabric was beginning to stretch, becoming taut and hinting at his arousal. He witnessed hunger and desire cloud your eyes, his tongue peeking out to lick at his bottom lip and his eyes watching you feverishly while he waited on your next move.

“Come.” You giggled, turning around and pulling him along like a lost puppy. A sigh of relief left his lips and the goofiest smile painted its way onto his face. You could damn near see the hearts flying in a halo around this boy’s head, he was so lovestruck. His ears perked up and his stride looked drunken as he allowed you to drag him back to your tent, his eyes falling to your backside and exposing how eager he was to fulfill whatever promise he had made to you.

a/n: Alright I’m back in my groove now yall! This was so fun to write and it came to me so easily. I’m a sucker for obedient men who do as they’re told, what can I say. 🫠 I’m not sure how far in detail i’ll go when it comes to smut with ao’nung or neteyam (aged up ofc). I do know that I’ll probably get requests for multiple parts so If I write more you might see an increase in strong language or suggestive/m🅰️ture themes but I’ll have to see about that. I hope you guys enjoyed! Please like and reblog if you can, it’s much appreciated. 💞

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Beach Sex

Ao’nung x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

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warnings: 18+ MDNI, p in v, oral!male receiving, sneaking around, bit of fluff at the end. One use of Y/n.

“Bro, just come with me, Neteyam said no and I know Kiri won’t go.” Lo’ak begged “You’re my only other friend, please.”

Tsireya had invited him to go to a party with the other Metkayina people.

He didn’t want to go alone, that was the problem.

“I never go to these dumb things, even before you got here.” You poked Lo’ak’s chest “It just like… one big orgy.”

“Please?” He whined “It’s the first one I’ve been allowed at!”

“Eywa help me.” You rolled your eyes “Fine, just this once, after this you’re on your own!”

“Ha! Thank you!” He smiled, “After last light is what she said… so meet me here?”

“Yeah, sure.” You grimaced

Lo’ak doesn’t know how or when to shut up. That’s what you’ve learned in your time of knowing him. Ever since he got comfortable with you, he’s always talking. About literally nothing. You didn’t mind it though, he would talk and you would listen.

Like now, for example.

He was rambling on about Tsireya while you listened to him.

You led him to the secret beach, and it instantly reeked of sex and alcohol.

“Lo’ak!” Tsireya called out, she definitely had been waiting for him, she came into view with a smile on her face, “Oh! Y/n! You came?”

You nodded, almost scared of her reaction.

“That’s great! You never come!” She smiled, bringing you in for a hug

“Right well, I think I’m gonna go find a drink.” You break away, waving them off as they snuck away together

Another one of your friends, Oreya, found you a drink. You hadn’t had one in forever, it made you wince.

“Can’t hold your alcohol anymore, Syulang?” A teasing voice made you look up, Ao’nung

You roll your eyes, looking back at him with a nasty look. “I remember it was you that couldn’t hold his alcohol.” You sassed

Ao’nung merely laughed, his shoulders shrugged as he backed off.

“You know how it is, Syulang.” He smiled “Why’d you come tonight?”

“Brought your future brother.” You teased

“My futu- Lo’ak?” His jaw dropped “He is not my future brother.”

“Well… where are they?” You gestured around “Sounds like someone’s sister might be making-“

“Shut up!” He groaned

“You’re really upset?” You laughed at his pained face

“Forest people and reef people shouldn’t be together.” He shook his head “I couldn’t imagine the outcome.”

“Of their little babies? Oh they would be adorable!”

Suddenly you’re being shoved against a rock, “Thought I told you to shut up?”

You shove him off of you, “You’re such an ass!”

He mocks you, pissing you off further.

You couldn’t deal with him like this, so you stomped off and did what anyone else would do, you started drinking.

You found yourself sitting at a fire, next to a couple that was making out. You weren’t drunk, just sober enough to be aware if your surroundings while also not having to think about anything too much.

You hear you name called from across the beach, you look up.

Ao’nung.

Just by a small nod, that signaled you to follow him.

As soon as you closed in on him, his lips were on you.

“Syulang,” He groaned “I miss you. You don’t play with me anymore.”

“We’re not kids.” You chastised “Not anymore.”

“You know what I mean.” He laughed, his hand cupping your pussy

You gasp in surprise, “Ao’nung!”

You’re shut up as his fingers begin to rub tour clit in perfect motions “Hm?”

“I know you too well, Syulang.” He whispers to you, “Know this perfect body too well.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whisper into his ear as he kissed your neck

You feel his smirk grow against your skin, “That’s what makes it fun.”

“Ao’nung…” You whine

“What is it?” He mumbled, still working your clit “You wanna come? Is that it?”

“Ao’nung… I shouldn’t.” You breathlessly whispered

“Yes, you definitely should.” He leans in, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss

You feel the warmth of his body against yours, and you can feel the energy between you two. His lips are soft and gentle as he kisses you, his hands exploring your body. You can feel the intensity of the moment, and you let the passion take control. You're completely taken by him, and you can't help but feel the electric current between the two of you. You can feel your heart racing as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. You can feel the emotion in the air and you can't help but give into it. You let go, completely lost in the moment, and you know that you never want it to end.

Your heart races as he pulls away, leaving you wanting more. The world around you fades away as you stay lost in his embrace.

He pulls his hand away from your needy pussy, “Did you miss me Syulang?”

“Ao’nung… I see you everyday.” You mumble

“Answer me.”

“Ye-yes, I missed you.” You stumbled

“Mm, I missed you too.” He smiled

He stands before you, looming large and waiting for your next move. You take a deep breath and slowly move closer, a sly smirk playing on your lips. You can practically feel the anticipation radiating off of him.

Your hands reach out and slide around his waist, your fingers tracing the contours of his body. Your touch sends a thrill through him, and you can feel his muscles tense beneath your fingertips. In response, you press yourself closer, your body melting against his.

The next thing you know, you’re backed against the rock and his mouth is on yours, his tongue exploring your depths. His hands roam over your body, igniting a fire within you.

“Get on your knees.” He demanded as he pulled away from your lips

You obey with a nod, dropping to your knees in the soft sand of the isolated beach.

“You know what to do.” He pushes your hair back

Ao’nung untied his loincloth for you, revealing his hard cock.

Your heart races as you kneel before him, the scent of his desire intensifying with each passing second. You take him in your mouth, your lips wrapping around him like a glove. His gasp fills the air as you start to move, your tongue swirling around him in a way that only you know. You can feel him trembling as you take him deeper, your throat constricting as you feel him swell.

He moans as you continue, your hands running up and down his length as you work your way further and further down. You can feel his breathing becoming labored, and you can sense that he's about to let go.

You take him as far as you can, your mouth and throat feeling like they're on fire as you milk him for every last drop. His body quivers and shakes as he releases, and you swallow every drop of his pleasure.

“Damn, Syulang.” He moaned, his hand holding your face gently

You can feel yourself trembling as you pull away, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue. You look up at him, and the look of bliss on his face is all you need to know that you did a good job.

He gets down on his knees with you, and he pulled you into a passionate embrace. His lips were soft and inviting against yours, and his hands moved to cup your face as he deepened the kiss. His tongue explored and caressed, and you felt your body melting against his.

His hands moved to your waist, and he pulled you closer. His lips trailed down your neck, sending shivers of desire through you. He cupped your breasts, and you gasped as pleasure surged through you. His hands moved lower, and he tugged at your loincloth, eager to explore more of your body.

You untied it for him, and his hands roamed over your body, caressing, exploring, and arousing you until you were trembling with need. He moved you back to the sand, and you sank into it as he settled between your legs.

He kissed your throat, and you felt his hardness pressing against you. He teased you, his movements increasing in intensity until you were both panting with desire.

With one smooth motion, he entered you, and you gasped as pleasure surged through you.

He moved slowly at first, and then faster, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. You clung to him, and he groaned with pleasure, his movements becoming more urgent.

He began to rut into you at an unmatched, animalistic, pace.

“Rub that little clit for me, huh?” He brought your hand down for you

You listen to him and begin to stimulate yourself while he fucked you.

“Gonna make me cum if you keep clenching down on my cock like that- fuck!” Ao’nung cursed

“Ao’nung I, I’m gonna…” You whimpered

“I know, go on baby, do it for me, cum on my fucking cock, do it.” He relentlessly thrusted into you, making your eyes roll back and your hands dig into his arms

Your orgasm almost broke you, made you over sensitive. He fucked you through it with reassuring words of praise with small kisses.

Once you came down from your little high, Ao’nung picked his pace back up, his own personal goal was to cum in your sweet little pussy tonight.

And oh how he did.

Refused to pull out even after, but when he did, he watched his own cum dribble out of you with awe, and then used two of his fingers to push it back in you.

He lies there with you, holding you to him as close as you would let him.

“Missed you so much.” He mumbled

“Missed you too.” You tiredly answered

taglist: @danniackerman @loakslut

[bloomdim]

Ab riding with Ao’nung | Smut

Warnings: Ab riding, pet names, f orgasm, spanking, dirty talk, smut

‘S-so good’ you whined out, hands gripping your mates shoulders. Your cunt clenching around nothing, as soft mewls and moans fell from your lips.

‘You like daddy’s abs huh?’ He teased, his grip on your waist growing tighter as his guided you back and forth on his abs

‘Mhmm’ blindly agreeing, too lost in pleasure to notice his teasing and sly remarks as your head was thrown back in pleasure.

‘Good girl, mhm just like that’ he cooed slyly, his hands roaming down your waist and down your sweaty back.

‘M-mm nungg’ you whined out softly, your knees shaking around his toned waist. Your back arching every time your clit brushed against his sculpted abs.

‘C’mon a little faster baby’ he hummed, his eyes set on your breasts bumping up and down. His hands slide down your back and onto the plush of your ass, his hand coming down and hitting you back into reality.

‘A-ah!’ You moaned out in surprise, your eyes shooting down to the sly grin forming on his face. You could feel the pleasure pooling and swirling inside you, begging to burst and spill out of your slippery cunt.

‘H-hah’ your voice breaking as your orgasm spilled out of you, your legs squeezing around his body.

He smirked up at you, his hands rubbing around your waist in a comforting way.

‘That’s my girl’

[aperiraa]

aonung part of the sassy man apocalypse i just know after he fucks the shit out of you he makes YOU be the big spoon and pull the blanket over yall

Oml YES I been saying this man sassy as hell baby he would give you the best dick of your life and proceed to lay on top of you or make you cuddle him and he just me laying there like a pretty lil princess oooh but whiny Ao'nung gmfu cuz imagine he on top giving you that dick but he in the crook of your neck sniffling and tears streaking his face and he still fucking the shit out of you and after he gon act like you was the one fucking him talking bout some "hold me"

[littleskittles325]

Teach me

Warning: Mentions of Sexual materials , Sensual attraction and Sex.

Pairing: Jake Sully x Reader

You been reading books about human intercourse and types of sex, one thing that caught your eye materials for it. You thought “ jakes was a human, he’ll know!”

“Jake how do humans have intercourse, please explain this”

“So you want to learn about sex?” He says sarcastically.

“I guess”

“Ok”

He teaches you about sex,about how stuff works,kinks,fantasies, and other stuff. After a while, he gets extremely fluttered then you ask him if he’d ever used any Bdsm methods or anything else. Then he asked you if you’d slept with someone, he’d described someone big,handsome,pretty,sexy( like him). You reply with,

“No,but I have this guy in mind and I want too.”

“I just don’t know how to ask him”

“You can kiss him first see if he likes it,in a private place.” Jake says.

“Well…ok” you say as you start to leave.

Jake grips your wrist, preventing you from moving any farther.

“I wanna show you some “sex” toys from the human world I brought back.”

You stare at him in confusion, as he let go of your wrist to get them. You were in some deep confusion about how there were toys for sex.

He comes back quickly with a closed box and sets it on the glowing ground, then gets up and looks at you.

“Go ahead,look at them”Jake says

You leap to the ground curious of that could possibly be inside.You open the taped up box with your knife and open the flaps of the box.

Your shocked to see dildos,vibrators,hand cuffs,ropes, and gags and lots more.

Your mouth drops open and you look at him, “what’s this for?” You holding up cuffs and gags.

He looks at you with a mixture of pleasure and excitement.

“Want me to show you?” He touches your arm affectionately.

You stand in confusion and awe, knowing you wanted to, wanted to feel his hands fall into contact with yours and him tie you up or down, but didn’t want to move too fast and push your own limits.

“Can you explain it?”

“Uhh-sure” Jake says in a ego-hurting tone.

You kept thinking you came off uncomfortable ,and felt like shit for some reason. You overthink a lot ever since you been around Jake, your always trying to be good for him and treat him right, freeze up when you talk to him, you’d even feel moisture in your loincloth when he’s even to the presence of you.

“Babes? You listen’in?” He puts a hand on your thigh, playing with the skin.

“O-Oh,sorry I was wasn’t”

“I think I should go to my hut now Jake” you get up and get a bit stiff.

“I’ll walk you” Jake walks towards you

“No,no I’m fine Jake!” You say walking off with obvious blush on your face.

“Ok” Jakes looks really confused while your walking away. He knows your shy,hell the whole clan does,but why are you pushing him away right now?

While your in your bed you think about what could have happened if you had stayed. Maybe he would have kissed you, jeez maybe you would ever have had sex. The thing is you WOULD have.

“I really need to stop overthinking this” you whisper to yourself, turning in you bed.

After a while(around 2am)you decide you want to make up to him next time you see him.

But, the question is………how?

Hope your having a great holidays,loves!

-littleskittles325🎄

[theblueflower05]

Ayo saying that Ao'nung is criminally underrated

So imagine he been like acting up right? Fights, tempers been blowing, and his 'punishment' is to do work with you/reader who is the clans designated calming woman 🤣 ?? Anyways, so like you been working with him for a week or so, he's made zero progress. You can't deny that he is indeed scrumptious so you offer another way for him to relax, to stress relieve him. Basically you become an outlet for him yknow yknow 🤣

- 🍒

I WANT TO KISS YOU RIGHT ON THE FUCKING MOUTH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING AONUNG I LOVE THIS MERMAN SO SO MUCH.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: stupid amounts of smut. Oral(male and female receiving) Cock warming. Ao’nung being obsessed with the reader and her magical healing pussy. You know, norm lol

Smut beneath the cut!

You fustrate Ao’nung.

Which is funny, because you do the complete opposite to the rest of the clan.

You’re highly spiritual, closer to Ewya then anyone she’s ever met claims his mother. You’re centered in who you are, mature beyond your young years.

You’re not the ocean, with its ever changing tides, but the beach. The sand, the earth.

You work closely with the Tsakarem, but your approach to medicine is different.

“It’s in the mind” you whisper, voice airy and light “your body can never be well if your mind isn’t”

It’s why he’s been sent to you.

His father had had it with his temper and the fist fights that resulted from it. Tonowari would not tolerate another minute of it.

Ao’nung could handle grunt work; shucking shells. Cleaning out the bed pots for compost. He was good with his hands, if he just kept them moving he’d be fine.

What he can’t handle is being stuck with you, for hours on end, doing nothing.

Your Mauri is on the smaller side, but cozy. It reflects you perfectly. Healing herbs grow from clay pots. Sun catches and wind chimes sway in the breeze from the open window.

Heavy fragranced incense plumes clog his nose.

He knows everyone else loves it in here, children and elders alike flock for your company and attention.

But he hates it. It’s stuffy and boring.

He thinks he puts on a pretty good mask though. Doesn’t outrightly tell you that he’s pretty sure you’re a fucking fraud and all of this is bullshit.

He sits with you on the woven mats infront of your alter. Legs crossed, hands resting on his knees as you lead him through guided meditation.

“Close your eyes” you’d instructed and he’d followed “Empty your thoughts let the Great Mother flow in”

You hum, the vibrations musical and pleasant sounding and all in all it shouldn’t be that horrible of an experience.

Except for the fact that he feels no calmer then yesterday. Or the week before. Or the month before that.

His face is all scrunched up, his hands fists on his thighs instead or resting palms. He’s so obviously wound tighr.

“Ao’nung?”

You call for him, and he peeks one eye open.

“This isn’t really helping you, is it?” You don’t sound upset or hurt. Just observant. Your big blue eyes patient and kind.

“Um-“ he starts fully intending to lie to you. But those eyes…”not really, no”

Your mouth quirks and your ears wiggle. Like your taking his words and focusing hard on them.

You stand then, all graceful limbs, and place a thin finger on your chin “when do you feel most relaxed?”

That’s not an easy question to ask. It’s too big- he can’t really compute it. Mostly because he can’t remember the last time he was truly relaxed-

He shakes his head. Shrugs his shoulders “Come on, Y/N. Let’s just get this done and appease my father”

“I don’t spend my afternoons with you to appease your father” you sigh, even then he can’t sense an ounce of frustration on you. Perma composed “I spend this time with you trying to help you, I want you to find peace”

He has to fight a scoff. Wants to roll his eyes. Peace, yeah okay.

“Think very hard- when was the last time you felt the weight of the world off your shoulders? The last time that you relaxed your jaw? Even if it’s silly, tell me” you push on, gently.

Huh.

The last time he unclenched his jaw?

He can feel the tips of his ears go pink as the memory resurfaces. A few nights ago he got a moment to himself, snuck down onto the empty beach. Shoved his hand in his tweng and fisted his leaking cock-

“I don’t know if it’s appropriate…”

You giggle, it twinkles like your wind chimes, as you approach him. Behind his broad back. Your small hands rest on his big shoulders. “When has that ever stopped you?”

You’re sun warm and smell of water flowers. Your presence steady and comforting behind him. It prompts him to talk.

“I made myself come about a week ago, it felt good. I felt relaxed” he admits and you hum again.

Your hands still on him.

“I see. You take a more physical approach to mental wellness, there is no shame in that” you start, as your dainty fingers begin to dig into the meat of his shoulders. Working at the tight knots with finessed expertise “Do you have a lover?”

He had many. “You could say that”

“No, no. I don’t mean a warm body to fuck for the night. Do you have a lover, that you can trust to take care of your needs?”

Again, his mind is blank. Why do you ask him these questions? And better yet- why can’t he answer them?

You don’t force him to speak. Instead you keep massaging him, as you start up that sweet little hum again. It feels so good that Ao’nung stars to lean back into you, biting down on his lower lip hard to stop the sounds that are building in his chest

“Do you know what brings me peace of mind?” You inquire, offhandedly, as your fingers creep into his hair.

You release the tight bun on the back of his head, and his dark hair falls in waterfall like curls around his head. The tension of keeping it so tightly back released. It feels so nice-

“Hmm?” Hes dazed. Melting into a puddle or your making.

“Trust” you say simply.

That’s so stupid. He tells you so. He regrets it though, thinking you’ll stop your ministrations.

You don’t of course, you keep going. Unfazed.

“I trust the people around me, our clan. Our village. We are good strong people, we take care of each other. I trust the ocean, the give and take of the life cycle. I trust our mother Eywa- I feel safe and held in her embrace” your words are hypnotic, spoken low and true “and I trust myself, to honor my needs. When was the last time you truly honored yours, Ao’nung?”

There only you and him in the empty room. Your humming and the smell of fragrant burning herbs surround him.

Trust, you say.

He trusts you. It’s a stark revelation. He almost can’t believe it.

“I…” he clears his throat, trying to continue “I’m supposed to take care of others. Not the other way around. I am future Olo’eyktan. I do not have time for such trivial matters”

Again. Those little sighs.

When you press your plush lips against his cheek he almost shoots up off the floor. His eyes go wide and he lurches a bit.

“I see now that I’ve been taking the wrong approach” you tell him, apologetically as you get up. Coming to stand in front of him once more.

You hold his gaze, never breaking eye contact as you begin to undress.

Your motions are fluid, it’s almost a dance, as you slide your tweng down your shapely legs. As you unclip the seashell pin that holds together your gossamer top.

You stand in front of him completely nude. He traces your womanly figure with his eyes. Your full breasts, the smooth lines of your flat stomach, the curve of your hips.

He zeros in on the mound of your pussy. He can feel his mouth water and a wave of desire surges through him as he reaches for you.

“Maway” you coo as you step into his arms. Sinking down into his waiting lap “calm, Ao’nung”

As he tastes mouthfuls of your skin he thinks that he might have found the antidote to his raging temper.

———————————

He tests this theory, often.

When he tangles his fishing net beyond repair, and then rips it right down the middle right as he’d almost had it loose-

He fucks you from behind on the moonlit beach. His hand clamped over your mouth as he loses himself in your heat.

When him and Tsireya get into a heated argument about how to handle an internal affair within the village- and she throws the fact that she’s older then him and will be Tsahik first-

He makes you bounce on his cock until you can barley move, your knees giving out and his hips snapping up to keep moving inside of you.

When a bad storm destroys docs and he has to spend days repairing it-

He fucks your throat, brutally. Watching as you sputter on his cock. Your eyes, always so sage and peaceful, water horribly. Tears roll down your pretty cheeks. When he comes, he makes sure to pull you off so that he can watch the fat milky globs soil you even further

It works. Your methods. You are a skilled healer after all, you have found a way to calm the chiefs son.

Everyone is surprised, in awe.

Tonowari is over joyed and Ronal is grateful. You try to take it all in stride. This is what you do. You help people find their inner peace.

But it’s not the same as everyone else. Ao’nung is so different, he means so much more to you.

While you had helped him find his own balance- he had unbalanced you. You’re needy, jittery. You crave his touch, his kisses, his thick cock.

His love. You crave that most of all.

As much as you meditate and talk to Eywa, you can’t seem to recenter. You’re not whole until you’re in his arms.

Most nights, Ao’nung ends up in your hut. Your bedding smells like him, he’s very familiar with their softness.

He has you spread out, exactly like he loves.

He his face inbetween your thighs as he eats your wet cunt. It’s like a cradle. He’s serene as he feasts on you. Eyes closed, Aonung prays to the Great Mother as you stroke his hair lovingly.

You have your alter- he has his. You sweet cunt makes him feel closer to the spirit of Pandora then any prayer circle ever did.

“Love it” he mutters, his tongue still lapping at your swollen clit.

You can’t form words. They were all tongue fucked out of you two orgasms ago. You can only squeal and nod.

“Love this pussy. Need it. Always” he continues, his voice muffled by your thighs. He sounds drunk. So relaxed “Need you always”

You’re too gone to fully comprehend it.

There was never any fighting it to begin with. The Olo’eyktan had tasked you with the taming of his wild son. Anything to quell that ever burning fire in Ao’nung.

Who knew that all it would take is you spreading your legs?

UM I LOVE YOU AONUNG. Seriously. He so fun and different to write for and everyone needs to start writing him and stop neglecting my lil fish baby. @cinetrix I thought about you while I wrote this because I know how much you love our best Metkayina boy!

But the real question is; how am I supposed to not make this a series? LOL YOU GUYS KINK REQIESTS ARE TOO GOOD.

[xstarsdiary]

𝐑 𝐄 𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 𝐓 𝐒 ༄

.;. 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 .𝟏𝟏

| @pandoraslxna kinktober 2023 |

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : pet names, teasing, threesome, p in v, oral ( r receiving ), they just be having their fun with you tbh..

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : ao’nung x neteyam x fem reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : aged up! neteyam & ao’nung, not proofread, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 𝟏𝟖+

Your lips curved into a smile as the teal boy beside you pressed featherlight kisses along your breasts all the way up to your jaw, the ticklish and pleasurable feeling causing you to pull at the ropes tied around your wrists and ankles, the other side of the ropes tied against the islands big trees.

The darker blue man beside you makes a “tsk” sound as you pull at the restraints, his hand slowly trailing up your inner thigh as you try your best not to squirm, failing as your hips jolt at the cold feeling of your mates fingers gently sliding between your wet folds.

He lets out a small hum as he smirks, looking up to ao’nung who is continuing his attack on your breast, sucking your nipples as he lightly pinches them between his teeth, pulling a whiny moan out of you as you smile down at him.

Your back arches as neteyam gets on the floor in between your legs, his lips pressing a kiss against your clit before he licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

He continues to tease your cunt with soft kisses and tiny licks as your hips buck against his face, causing him to let out a small laugh, “you want this so bad huh, yawne?” He questions as you let out a soft sigh, nodding at him as you bite your lip.

Your ankles ache as your legs tug against the ropes once again, causing you to let out a wince that quickly turns into a loud moan as neteyam roughly sucks on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your hands want so desperately to grab onto his hair, to pull on his smooth braids as he slurps up all of your juices, dribbling all over your cunt.

Ao’nungs lips detach from your nipple, his hand still kneeding at your other breast as he turns to face neteyam, who lifts his head up to show off your glistening slick that has covered from his nose down as he smiles, showing off his fangs before going back to devouring your pussy.

Ao’nung smirks down at you before he catches your lips in a messy kiss, your moans falling into his mouth as your brows furrow in pleasure. His tongue swipes against yours as you feel your saliva mixing, your head lifting as you feel him begin to pull away, whining as he breaks the kiss, “so pretty, so needy..” he murmurs.

You soon forget about ao’nungs lips parting from yours as neteyam sucks your clit again, one of his fingers entering you as his fangs graze against your folds, the feeling causing your back to arch as you try not to tug on the ropes which have now left red marks on your wrists and ankles.

You wish for this moment never to end, your heart practically smiling as both of your mates worship your body, giving you more pleasure than any other ever could.

Your eyes close in pure bliss as your pussy gets eaten, your mate acting if this was his final meal as his tongue glides through your folds, his single finger curling against your spongey walls, emitting more of your arousal to drip out of you.

Your brows furrow and your eyes shoot open as the pressure on your ankles is released, your mind only now noticing that your other mate is no longer beside you and is now untying the ropes before standing back up to untie the ones on your wrists.

Your eyes glisten in hope as you finally feel free, your hands moving to tug on neteyam’s dark black locks before ao’nung grabs your wrist, pulling it back as he ties your wrists together instead of to the tree.

Your legs kick as neteyam moves from between your legs, his large hands wrapping around your waist as he helps you flip over, pulling you to your knees as he presses your face to the floor, your hands pulled behind you to rest on your lower back as you let out a wince.

“Be good for us, syulang..” he mutters into your ear as you watch ao’nung walk around you, loosing sight of him as he now kneels behind you, neteyam now at your side as he whispers endearing words into your ear.

Your hips jolt and your eyes close as you feel ao’nungs tip rub your messy cunt, a soft sigh leaving your lips before he pushes into you, your hips pulling away before his hand smacks down onto your ass as a warning, causing you to let out a squeak of surprise.

“Be good.. mawey.” Neteyam whispers into your ear as you pout, letting out a breathy moan as your cunt stretches to wrap perfectly around your mates cock.

Your arms go to move again before you remember the ropes, your mouth opening as never ending moans and whimpers leave your lips, your body jolting forwards every time ao’nung thrusts into you, your ears being blessed as neteyam continues to praise you, telling you how beautiful you look in this moment as you realise how long this night is going to be..