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noctumbra · 1 year

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𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

summary ─ you’d support him no matter what. he was yours at the very end. and you were his.

pairing ─ brothersbestfriend!rockstar!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ light s*mut, +18, kissing, pet names, light dirty talk, h*andjob, bucky is the definition of “my boyfriend’s in a band”, fluff, they are in love your honor

a/n ─ helloooo. it’s been SO LONG since i have written and posted something on here. and tbh, this one happened in a blink so. lol. please ignore my mistakes bc it’s been so long i wrote something and i kind of forgot how to write lmfao. i really hope you like it. please leave a comment and reblog if you do! thank you so much <333

this fic is inspired by my lovely @pinkiebieberpie ‘s moodboard <3

Lounging in your brother’s best friend’s living room couch, you watched the uproar happening around you with an amused smile on your face.

Your brother was currently yelling over his friend’s, Steve, loud drumming and trying to tell him about this story. Steve, who loved fucking with your brother, was smirking and as he made more noises and earning a snicker from the other friend in the group, Sam who was a papa bear to everyone in his care-about-you-a-lot circle. You saw Sam rolling his eyes dramatically and chuckled.

“What the hell is going on?” A voice who was not included in the ruckus heard surprisingly clear over the noise the three men were making. You twisted your head and saw your brother’s best friend, who was the owner of the house you were currently lounging in, Bucky.

Steve and your brother looked at each other for a second before both of them pointed at one and other and said: “He started it!” Sam rolled his eyes again.

“They’re being children,” he grumbled. Then, he sent them a stinky eye. “And giving me a headache.” Steve smiled apologetically while your brother just narrowed his eyes. You snorted. Sam turned to you with mischief sparkling in his warm, brown eyes. “She, however, is just munching on whatever food we ordered for ourselves.”

Not breaking the eye contact, you grabbed a pizza slice and bit it, lifting your middle finger slowly up in the air for him to see in the meantime. You felt the sauce leaking from the corner of your mouth but didn’t bother to wipe it. “Mmm,” you faux-moaned. “Delicious.” Steve chuckled silently from his seat by the drums, and your brother gave you a thumbs up for fucking with Sam. You pointed the empty pizza box and said: “Want a slice?” Then, you faked an apologetic expression as you acted like you just noticed the emptiness of it. “Oh, there is none left, sorry.”

You heard Bucky snort from behind you, and then, felt his weight dropping on the couch, on your right. Suddenly, the half of the slice you were getting yourself ready to swallow disappeared as Bucky grabbed it and stuffed it in his mouth. He hummed approvingly.

“Delicious, indeed, love,” he murmured, winking at you as he sucked the sauce from his fingers one by one. You blinked as you watched him licking them clean until your brother groaned in protest.

“Look, I might be okay with you dating my sister because I’ve known Bucky for a long time, but it doesn’t mean I’ll stomach you guys giving each other fuck me eyes. Please take it somewhere else,” he grumbled. You blinked again and snorted. Bucky chuckled at his words. “Besides, we need to practice.” This time, Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You goof around, yell and act like children for hours and I can’t sit on my ass and greet my sweetheart for a minute?” He scoffed. You hid your laughter behind your hand. “That’s hypocrisy.”

Collective laughter rang in the small room. Bucky huffed and grumbled a little bit more before he smiled. He stood up from his place on the couch.

Bucky looked at your brother. “I don’t care if you gag or vomit, but I’m gonna kiss her hello.”

That was your only warning before he leaned in and captured your lips into a passionate kiss. One second, you squealed a little with shock and melted into his kiss in the second. Bucky placed his large and warm hand onto your neck and tilted your head up to deepen the kiss.

Surprisingly, it was Sam who booed first. Then, Steve wolf-whistled, and you heard your brother’s fake and intentionally loud gagging.

You parted away with a soft chuckle. Bucky shook his head lightly as he grunted stuff about hitting them with the microphone stand. You chuckled once again and kissed him chastely on the lips.

“We have the night…” You whispered. “Tomorrow you’ll be too done and exhausted, but I can take care of your nerves tonight.” He hummed and nodded. Before straightening up, he pressed a kiss in the corner of your jaw and walked towards the microphone stand. You smiled, leaning back and getting comfy.

You loved watching them rehears for concert, or small shows. All of them were apparently in their elements, playing beautifully and harmonizing easily.

Steve was on the drums, and he was a beast. His arms were moving with ease, feet kicking and playing even the complex stuff without sweating. Sam was playing the guitar, and his solos fucking rocked every single time. Your brother, Alex, was playing the bass guitar, and he was equally amazing. His fingers always quickly caught the new tunes during the live shows.

Then, there was Bucky, who was singing and adding even more quality to their already incredible songs. He sometimes picked up the second electro guitar, joining Sam and playing solos with him. His voice was… mesmerizing. He could be singing choirs and then, he could be doing brutal scream in one song if he wanted, and it was impressive.

It helped that he looked fucking sexy while doing either of them.

His long, recently-dyed jet-black hair was pretty and thick; it made a great handle in the bedroom. His steel-blue eyes were sparkling more thanks to his new hair color. He was usually clean-shaven but he hadn’t shaved yet, since the concert was tomorrow, so you could see the light stubble dusting across his strong, knife-sharp jawline. His bow-shaped, very kissable lips were plush and most of the time red, from either you kissing him or him liking and biting them frequently. He was tall, broad and muscled from head to toe. His thighs looked wonderfully thick in whatever he wore, ass looked so grabbable, and his chest was big and puffy. You sometimes mocked him that he had better breasts than you did, and he always made sure that you were worshipped thoroughly in that section of your body.

You sighed.

Bucky Barnes was your man, your boyfriend, your best friend as well, and your rockstar. He was yours, dammit, and you were his.

Nothing could change that.

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You hummed when Bucky dropped himself bodily on the bed, face-first, and groaned loudly when he hit the soft mattress. You rubbed his back with your hand, noting the sweat and heaving chest.

It was the second month of touring. You were currently somewhere in Europe, and tonight’s crowd was freaking amazing. You were at the concert, of course, and you watched them from the front. The four of them played and played and played. You could see how much fun they had, and it reflected on the audience. There were moments where the band went quiet and let the audience sang it for them. It was a great moment.

Bucky had told you to go back to the hotel room after they were finished. He had a couple stuff to do with the crew and band before call it a wrap for the day. So, you did. You only arrived at your room half an hour ago, took a shower and lay on the bed, waiting for you boyfriend to arrive.

And arrive, he did.

“Bucky,” you called out to him softly. He made a questioning sound. “You should take a shower before passing out.” He whined. You knew he was exhausted beyond belief, but he’d regret not taking a shower in the morning. You poked him. “C’mon, I’ll help you wash up.” He whined some more but lifted his head up. He was already sleepy. Your heart broke at the sight of him. You kissed his cheek. “C’mon, big cat.”

Getting off the bed, you made your way to the bathroom and turned on the water. You pulled out some comfy pajamas of his while he dragged himself off the bed and started shedding his clothes. By the time you went back to the bathroom, the water was nicely warm and he was naked.

If it was a different situation, you’d tease and appreciate the sight of him all naked and glorious, but he was almost dead on his feet, so you held back.

You held his hand and led him into the shower stall. You also took your clothes off, not minding taking another shower while helping him, and positioned him just right so that he could wet his hair with the littlest effort.

Bucky’s groan in relief when the warm water hit his body echoed in the marble covered, lavish bathroom. You smiled. You helped him wet his hair thoroughly but huffed. He blinked an eye open and smirked. He knew exactly why you were huffing. Chuckling very softly, he kneeled in front of you so that you could wash his hair easier. You felt your body warm up at him kneeling before you, but you shooed the feeling away. It wasn’t the time.

You got some shampoo in your palm and washed his hair, rubbing your fingertips gently and nicely against his scalp. Bucky hummed and let his head rest against your stomach. He shuddered as you continued to rub his scalp and nape, nicely washing the roots of his hair. Then, you got the shower head in your hands and carefully washed away the shampoo from his hair.

“Want me to use the conditioner?” You asked him. He nodded. You hummed and squeezed some conditioner in your palm, applying it to the ends of his hair. After washing that away as well, you grabbed his loofah and gently cleaned his skin free of sweat. Just as you got the soap and extended a hand to wash his private areas for him, he grabbed your wrist. You frowned.

“I swear I’m exhausted,” he murmured. “But I’m still comin’ down,” he added, and you understood. It happened before. You should have thought about it, actually, but seeing him swaying on his feet had you forgot almost everything.

Bucky was hard.

His dick was poking out, all erect and red on the tip. His body, no matter how long it was under the warm water, was tense as he anticipated a different sort of relief. You hummed. He shuddered again when he felt the air between you two crackling with sexual tension. You kissed his temple.

“Tonight’s about you,” you whispered. Kissing his cheek, you let go of the soap and trailed your other hand down to his groin. His breath hitched. “You did so good on the stage tonight, baby,” you kept going. Your fingers brushed against his now-wet happy trail, and you tsked when his hips bucked against your hand. You placed another kiss on his jaw, right under his earlobe. Bucky’s grip on your thighs tightened.

Finally sliding your hand to his cock fully, you curled your fingers around him. Bucky whimpered. His breath was hot and fast against your stomach, hands, now on your hips, tight. “You were amazing while singing like that,” you kept praising him. “You sounded like my favorite sin…”

“Love…” Bucky whispered, his voice, albeit low, was deep and slightly husky. “Please.” You hummed. You kissed his nose, his eyelids, cheeks and forehead as you moved your hand around him, slowly jacking him off. He buried a soft groan into your skin.

“Hmm, let me hear you, baby,” you told him. You tightened your hand around his hard cock and picked up your pace. During times like this, Bucky never lasted long. He was already riding high on emotions, and all he needed was a push over the edge. You were about to give him that.

Bucky moaned loudly, letting the wrecked voice of his echo in the bathroom. You hummed approvingly. Your hand was moving fast now, working him over with quick moves of your hand and wrist. Your nails were teasing the sensitive skin of his cock, making him shudder every single time one of them dragged somewhere close to his slit.

“’m close,” he whispered. His lips brushed against your skin, and this time it was your turn to shiver. He wrapped his strong arms around you as he lifted his head slightly, his nose nudging the underside of your breast. “Love, honey, ‘m so fuckin’ close, baby.” You didn’t say anything but picked up the speed. Bucky’s breath hitched, then he let loose a moan, and his hips started to move in sync with your hand.

“That’s it,” you whispered in his wet hair. Warm water was beating down his strong back. You felt him throb in your hand, felt his breath quicken against your skin. “Let go,” you told him. “Let go, baby.”

Bucky let out a sharp sound, and you felt the his hot come cover your hand with each movement of it. He moaned, loud and long, as he continued to thrust into the tightness of your hand. He was panting, still moaning softly and enjoying the last seconds of his orgasm. You kept moving your hand, although you were gentle and slow now.

Bucky slumped against you. You rubbed his back, pulled away the wet strands of hair away from his face and tilted his head up to you so that you could kiss him. Bucky sighed into the kiss.

“Feeling better now?” You asked him. He nodded.

“Calmer, yes,” he murmured. You pulled your hand off his cock and quickly washed the come away before reaching back to the soap, giving Bucky’s body a thorough wash with his help. Then, both of you were getting out and wrapping themselves with fluffy towels.

Honestly, it was a struggle to get his hair brushed and have him put on at least his boxers before he collapsed on the bed. His hair was still wet, but you knew there was no chance to get him off that bed again until the morning. You sighed. With effort, you managed to put a towel on the pillow and covered him up with the duvet. You dried yourself, put on your pajamas back and slid next to him.

Bucky grumbled some nonsense in his sleep before turning around and curling around your body in his sleep. You chuckled softly. You started playing with hair and only heard him let out a content sigh before you faded away into the dream land after him.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #rockstar!bucky #brother's best friend!bucky #i wanna be yours

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adoreeenina · 4 months

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I wanna be yours - Ch. 12

(Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet)

(Warning for this chapter: smut, oral(f receiving, loss of virginity, virginal penetration, first time, cockwarming, size difference, talk of past trauma, talks of mating, feelings being revealed, and much more)

A/N: this is the longest chapter I’ve ever written, so please give me feedback. This is my first time writing something like this so I hope you enjoy and I would love to hear your feedback. Love you and you support and most importantly your patience)

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“No! You can’t force me into this!”

“You will be the next Tsahik. It is done” Neytiri informs you. You gawk at both of your parents.

They had inform you will be engaged to be wed to Tarsem. Tarsem is one of the fierce warriors from the clan. He has proved himself many times and you agree he will be perfect to be the next Olo’eyktan. But you didn’t agree to be promised to someone you clearly have no romantic feelings for.

“You can’t do this to me! It’s-“

“Enough! Don’t talk back, Y/n! It’s what’s good for the people” Jake scowls deeply.

Your upper lip twitch, a hiss threatening to spill.

“What about what’s good for me? Have you thought about that?”

Your father sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, “this will be good for you”

“Good for me?! How the hell will this shit be good for me?” Neytiri eyes you warningly, hooking her fingers around your arm to tug you along.

“Hey, lose the attitude before I lose my temper. Where I come from, you’d have that sour face slapped clean off.” Jake warned, earning a sharp glare from your mother.

“Then why don’t you? I know you want to” you coldly remark. Neytiri looked between you and Jake , utterly appalled by what was being said.

“You and Tarsem are engaged to be wed soon. Is this how the future Tsahìk behaves?” Jake says and jabs a finger into your sternum. Neytiri swatted his hand down, hissing at their behavior.

“I never wanted to be Tsahik in the first place!” You shout. Your skin boiling as angry tears fall.

You turn to face your mother, “you were betrothed to Tsu’Tey, were you not?” Jake jaw ticked and your mother seemed taken back by the question.

“Then father came and took you away?”

“Hey!” Jake shouts at defensively, “that’s enough out of you!”

“Or what? You’ll hit me? Fuck you!” You snarl.

“Y/n” Neytiri gasp, she tighten her hand around your bicep, “you forget your place, Ma’daughter”

“Watch your mouth. Or I shut it for ya” Jake growls, “I didn’t raise you to be a fucking brat”

“Ma’Jake”

“Get out of my sight before I lose my temper, young lady” Jake warns you with a look that basically says ‘I dare you to talk back’

“You know what, dad?” You sigh defeatedly.

“What?”

“You protect everyone but you seem to forget to protect the people that’s supposed to mean the most to you” Jake harden gaze slightly falter, but you keep going.

“I’m not a soldier, a comrade, or one of your warriors. I’m your daughter. Someone that needs you. But you can’t even do that. You put others over your own children. You treat us like a squad but we’re your family. You always say ‘I’m a disappointment’ to you and yet you don’t realize how much that hurts to hear from someone who is supposed to be my protector”

Jake and Neytiri watch you with parted lips, Jake holds up a poker face but Neytiri eyes scarce with glossy residue.

“You’re a good Olo’eyktan and husband, dad…” you pause, “But you’re not a good father” with that, you leave, ignoring the way your name is muttered when you do.

Jake watch you scurry off with an emptiness he hadn't felt for a very long time.

You readied the harness on Rawm, attaching your bow and quiver to it before readying your queue for the connection. “Y/N.” You halted at the voice of Spider. She glanced at him, smiling. “Hey.”

Spider jogs up to you and seems to be in a hurry to catch up to you before you leave.

“What is it?”

Spider stops in front of you with his hands on his knees, taking deep breaths like he had run a marathon. Once he finally calmed his breathing, he stands to his full height and looks up at you.

“I heard what happened” that made you sigh frustratingly and look to your left, facing the outside of the cave.

“The word spread fast, huh?” You laugh bitterly.

“I’m worried about you. I know you didn’t take it well being promised to Tarsem” you shrug nonchalantly.

why would it matter? Your father is dead set on having you betrothed to Tarsem without your consent.

“It doesn’t matter what I feel, Spider. I just have to go through with it, whether I like it or not”

Spider bites the inside of his cheek. He knew you better than that, sometimes better than you knew yourself.

“You don’t have to put up a front with me, you know. You’re my sister, I’m always going to be here for you. No matter what” tears prick I’m the corner of your eyes.

You should’ve known better than try to hide how you really feel, Spider could see right through you. You could never lie to him.

“I know, Spider” you whisper, voice cracking, “I hate this. I hate this so much”

You kneel down in your knees in front Spider, and you let him wrap his around your shoulders, trying to comfort you.

“If I were Na’vi maybe we could go and mate right now so you don’t have to mate with Tarsem” Spider jokes lightly. You snort when you pull back and slightly push at his shoulder.

“Don’t be gross” you smile warmly at him. You know about Spider’s insecurities, you know he hates being human and wishes to be a Na’vi like you. But you love him just the way he is and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Spider, you’re more Na’vi than anyone I’ve ever known. Even me. You’ll always be my brother”

“But I’m not-“

“No! You’re mine. Our blood may not be the same, but you’re my family and always will be”

Spider couldn’t look at you feeling a little embarrassed at being vulnerable. You carefully cup his cheek and make him look at you.

“To the sun and the moon and all the stars” you say, Spider smiles up at you and wraps his hand around your wrist.

“Stay true to who you are” he finishes warmly.

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"Is all this really necessary?" You ask, running your fingers along the heavy duty guard secured around Miles' ikran. It was made of a similar material to the Recom's vest, so there was no way it was comfortable.

"It's gear. She likes it."

Cupcake let out a weak screech in disagreement, obviously not liking it. Ikran were meant to have light and form fitting saddles, not pounds of kevlar and gear. You roll your eyes, but smiled when Cupcake nudged at your side, wanting attention and sympathy.

"Seems she likes you too." Miles spares you a glance as he continued to load the side bags with ammo, food, two spare respirators for Spider, and everything else they'd need. Since they now had regular transportation, the Recoms were going to start longer recon missions in the field as they no longer needed to check back into Bridgehead as often.

"Ikran usually aren’t affectionate with anyone other than their bonded Na’vi."

"Well, I do like when you're all lovey dovey with me. Rubbin' off on her like you do me." You easily caught Miles' obvious attempt at a flirtation as you continue tracing the pattern of Cupcakes face.

“If I’m not mistaken. It was you rubbin’ off on me, Colonel” you say, switching your gaze from the ikran to Miles. His back was turned to you , but looks back with an amused grin.

“We headin’ out, boss?” Your spine stiffens hearing Lyle not that far behind you.

You didn’t know how to proceed after that make out session back at their room. You know you’re making it awkward but this was a dangerous territory for you. One is the reason you have a bullet wound on your side and the other is the reason why you’re here and forced to teach them.

You’ve tried to create distance between the two of you. But it’s been hard when you’re near each other 24/7.

“Yeah, get the squad ready”

“Yes, sir” you glance over your shoulder, intending to just to take a peek but Lyle’s eyes are already trained on you.

“You ready, darlin’?” Miles question was enough for Lyle to tear his gaze away from you and move along to his own Ikran.

Switching your gaze from Lyle to Miles. You nod.

“Am I allowed to ride on my own?” You ask.

Miles eyes you with his hands on his hips.

“I won’t fly away if that’s what you’re worried about” you respond, annoyed that he would even think that.

“It’s not like I could” Then you clutched the collar on your neck and jingled it loudly in front Miles.

Miles kisses his teeth with a hard glare towards the collar before looking down at his watch, trying to distract himself.

“Fine, darlin’. I’m putting my trust in you” he points at you with a warning look in his eye.

“Yes Colonel” you smile bright making smiles gaze soften for a moment.

You turn to jog toward the edge of the docks . You yip, summoning Rawm.

Cupcake's jaw dropped slightly as if the animal was excited to hear the noise; the other ikrans around did the same as their heads perked to attention.

Rawm, who soon appeared in front of you. You coo at the Ikran, holding the red and black plate that protruded from the underside of Rawm’s jaw as you stroke her.

“Can I go with you?” You turn to smile down at Spider who is standing close to you, he pats Rawm who chitters at the new affection.

“Is it okay with the Colonel?” You ask before glancing up at Miles, who is busy talking with Lopez and Z-dog.

“I think so” Spider shrugs. You raise an eyebrow at Spider who grin’s sheepishly at you. You couldn’t fight back a smile.

“Fine” you respond. Spider fist bumps the air before climbing on Rawm. You turn towards the Colonel’s directions, cupping your hands around your mouth.

“We’re ready when you are, Colonel” you shout, you heave yourself onto Rawm’s back, with Spider in front of you, you reach behind you to grab your kuru and slid the tendrils of her queue into Rawm’s.

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“Why do I have to fly with you?” You complain for the third time, leaning back against Miles.

Your height difference was perfect - your temple pressed right into the juncture of his shoulder. If he turned even slightly, his lips were at your hair line. Not that he'd thought about it once or twice. Maybe more but that’s besides the point.

“I already told you…” He leaned down to your level, ears pinned back in irritation, “after that stunt you pulled I can’t trust you on your own”

“I said I was sorry..” You mumble, refusing to look at him, actually feeling guilty.

You and Spider thought it would be funny to cut few of the recoms off as a prank, but you didn’t think it through when Rawm pushed Prager off his own Ikran. But it was an accident you swear.

“I promise I won’t do it again” ears pinning to the side of your head, you turn to look up at him with doe eyes.

Miles grins smugly before leaning down close to your ear - so close that you could feel the ghost of his lips on your ear, making you shudder.

“I know you won’t, babygirl” he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. One of his hands sliding up your thigh and fingering at the strap on your hips of your loincloth.

Your breath catches and your eyes widen as your thighs try to squeeze together, combating the rush of arousal that Miles words send straight to your core.

What the hell is wrong with you?

“You’re going to behave, sweetheart? Will you be a good girl for me from now on?” He ask.

“Y-yes” you stammer.

“Yes what?” He taunts.

“Yes sir” Miles pulls his hand away with a pat on your thigh before placing both his hands on your hips.

Damn you, you cocky prick.

After a few moments you couldn’t handle the silence much longer and having Miles hands on you like this.

“Where are we going? Are we there yet?” You ask with bored tone.

“You’ll see, darlin’” he assures.

You lean forward, trying to peer between Cupcake’s neck and wing to survey the terrain a little closer. Miles cursed and tightened his hold on your hips, pulling you farther back along the ikran's neck, as he imagined you slipping off and plummeting into the trees below. He tried not to look down at your bent over form - your ass was almost on full display and pressed into his crotch. Mental images of your bent over for him in other circumstances flooded his mind.

Your hair wasn't pulled back - only the front pieces were pulled back with your hand carved bone pin.

You groan annoyed when your hair wraps around your own face, and pulls it across one shoulder. With the hair secured down, your entire back was exposed.

Over the past few days, Miles and the other had grown used to the amount of skin your outfit reveals, especially the top - which had little coverage across your back. Besides a few cords that secured the front panel down, there was nothing across your entire back. Miles' eyes were drawn your back being littered with scars, some bad, some old.

It was an antagonizing half an hour before Miles finally ordered everyone to land. His blood was pooled at one spot of his body and it certainly wasn't his head.

The moment you touched down, Miles didn't have to worry about the warmth emitting from your body as you slid off the ikran, not even bothering to wait for him to disconnect the bond.

You look around the forest with a large river with a waterfall close by. You turn to look at Miles confused.

Why are we here?

“We’ve been flying a lot longer than we thought. We should camp out here for the night” Miles informs the squad.

They all excitedly start unpacking when Spider walks to your side and you both watch silently.

You notice a familiar ball of fiber in Miles hands. Your eyebrows raise in surprise.

“You kept it?” Miles turn to look at you before looking down at the hammock in his hands.

“It’s useful” Miles shrugs. You admire him, you didn’t think they would have kept it, you assumed he would have thrown them away.

“Hey mami!” You turn away from Miles to Lopez.

“Want to hunt with us?” Lopez points behind him at Ja and Mansk. You glance at Miles and Lyle. Miles seems to be looking at you in the corner of his eye. Lyle shamelessly looking at you as he unpacks.

You turn to look down at Spider. “You’ll be okay on your own?”

Spider smiles at you assuredly, “yeah go ahead, I miss the food from here anyway”

“Okay, I’ll be back soon” you smile before turning and following Lopez to the river.

As the day grew into night, the Recoms had settled around camp. Lopez and Mansk managed to catch two big fish from the river and Spider wanted to show off to the Recoms by demonstrating his cooking skills to everyone over the fire Mansk has built. The dish lacked a few key elements, but it was much better than any type of MRE the RDA had to offer and they couldn't survive on fruit forever.

“So Y/n” Z-dog says out loud which caught everyone’s attention, “I’ve been meaning to ask” she gestures at her own body before pointing yours, “how did you get those?”

“You mean my scars?” You ask with a raise brow. Z-dog nods. You sigh.

“I’m known being a trouble maker back at home. I always end up getting myself into situations that ends me getting hurt” you shrug.

You jerk back when you felt fingers trace over your back, and turn to whoever it was with a defensive hiss with your ears pinned back.

“Sorry” Lopez throws his hands up apologetically. You nodded for him to continue, your eyes squeezing shut as you inhaled a deep breath.

“I remember the ones on your back were fresh when we first took you. How did you get those?” Your ears peek at the question and you met the ember eyes of the man who had his lips on yours 2 days ago.

“I got them from the train tracks” you admit. Miles frown at the information you have given.

“Train tracks” Miles whispers under his breath until realization dawns on him and turns to look at you, “you were there when Sully hit the mag train”

“Yeah, I was too close when one of your Gunships starts launching missiles at us”

“What the hell were you doing there?” Miles growls, surprising himself from his reaction.

“Cause of Lo’ak” responds Spider. Catching Miles attention.

“Who?”

“Lo’ak. My younger brother. The one you had at knifepoint back at the shack” at the reminder, Miles looks down at his hands, trying to force down the guilt he’s been feeling.

“The one that flipped me off” Miles snorts. Yeah there’s no mistake Sully is the father of the kid. He got guts, he can respect that.

“Lo’ak is much of a trouble maker than I am. He wanted to be near the raid when we were supposed to be the look out. He went against order. I followed him. That’s when it happened” you mindlessly roll the beads of your songcord in between your thumb and forefinger, “We ran to get away, a missile was launched straight towards us, I didn’t have time to think, So I pushed him out of the way and I got hit instead. I got pretty banged up and got scolded for it” you roll your eyes when the memory of your father scolding you flashes in your mind.

“You’re the oldest?” Ask Ja.

Since you’ve been with them, they never really ask anything personal, it’s not because they didn’t want to more because they didn’t want to tick you off, afraid they’ll set you off at the time.

“Yeah I’m the oldest of five children”

“Five?” Shouts Lopez, you jump back in surprise by Lopez reaction.

“Lopez!” Scolds Miles.

“Sorry sorry” Lopez waves Miles off making him roll his eyes at him, “Damn, imagine still being with the same woman for that long, have that many kids and still love them”

You look at Lopez confused, what did he mean by that? Are humans rituals different?

“Na’vi mate for life” Spider says. That catches everyone attention.

“Life?” Ask Prager.

“Like I said before. Tsaheylu. The bond, is one of the most important thing a Na’vi can have access to when wanting to connect with the world and nature around us. and that includes each other” you watch as each of them look at each other before grabbing onto their own kuru.

You heard giggling on your left side and see Lopez and Prager jokingly push each others queues a little to close and pull them back when the tendrils slightly graze each other

“Hey!” You slap the back of Lopez head and pull on his ear, making him wince in pain.

Everyone watches you in amusement, fighting back grins, a few looks at Miles to see if he’ll stop you but surprisingly they see him smiling fondly at you and let you torture Lopez.

“Shit!” He winced, “ow, ow, ow, okay okay, I’m sorry”

“You yet to understand how deep and sacred a bond is, Skxáwng. you won’t be able to look at anyone else, you’ll be obsessed” you finally let go of his ear.

Lopez pouts as he touches the back of his ear and tries to soothe it. You look over at Prager who quickly covers his ears to avoid getting his ears pulled next.

“Once you make Tsaheylu, Muntxa si is connection to you, them, Eywa and no one else! It is honouring and making new life. You will not be able to mate with another both spiritually and physically”

The recoms listen tentatively, they don’t know much about the Na’vi culture or their traditions. They didn’t think the Na’vi mate for life, or they didn’t think much of them at all to bother learning their ways, until now that is when you came along.

“What would happen if they accidentally connected their braids? You’re saying they’ll be mates for life?” Jokes Ja, making a few chuckle, you frown at their childishness.

“Yes” that made them shut up real fast, they look at you with wide eyes,"You mate and once the bond is complete, it is a bond for life. It is a connection unlike any other. Once you share the deepest, most intimate part of yourself there is no going back. No action or amount of distance could manage to break the bond, only death."

Ja nudges your shoulders with a snicker, "so, you gettin' down and dirty with anyone before you mate?” The word felt foreign on his tongue as he ask the question.

“No” you respond with an eyeroll.

“You don’t fool around with anyone before mating? You know, have a taste of anyone else?” Ask Z-dog.

"Your culture is very strange. The Na’vi do not mate until they find the one, that what makes Tsaheylu very special for mated pairs” you wish to have that intimate experience with the one you choose for the rest of your life but sadly you won’t experience that instead you’ll be mated to someone you have no feelings for.

“And you’ll mate with this Tarter guy?” Lyle waves his hand. You deadpan at him, you know he’s saying Tarsem’s name wrong on purpose.

“Yes. My father made arrangements for me to be mated to Tarsem”

“Arrangement? Wait a minute,” Miles holds out a hand towards you, he pauses as he tries to process what you said, “you’re telling me you’re having an arrange marriage? What are we in the 1800’s?” He laughs in disbelief. He thought you were possibly in love with the guy to want to mate with him. He never thought Sully would be the type to force his daughter to be with someone.

You look at Miles confusingly, you don’t understand the human innuendo.

“Arranged marriages are quite common in our culture, more for the future Tsahik and Olo’eyktan” you respond.

“Atleast Jake didn’t make you have a third. Remember he almost wanted to wed you to Nanti” Spider shifts in his seat next to you before looking at you.

The memory of Nanti makes you roll your eyes, of course you remember. How can you not? Your father thought it would be good to have two Tsahik and one Olo’eyktan in the clan. Originally he wanted you and Nanti together and added Tarsem but you and Nanti didn’t get along. She was too controlling and jealous. You were glad your father ended the arrangement with Nanti.

“That a Na’vi thing, darlin’? Takin’ on a third?” Miles ask.

“Wait a sec… Polyamorous is a thing here?” Ask Ja in surprise.

“Polyamorous is unheard of but it’s uncommon. It’s rare but it could happen. But it’s best if they mate together” you explain. The recoms look at you confused. This was new and interesting information. They’ve never heard the Na’vi could have more than one mate.

“What do you mean?” Ask Z-dog

“They’ll have to mate at the same time. Two cannot mate then mate with the third or the fourth. That’s misplacing and disrespecting them in the mating ritual” you explain. You watch as the faces of recoms go deep in thought.

Everyone was listening intently at this point. After all, their job was to learn, absorb, and apply knowledge regarding the Na'vi to fulfill their mission. The Recoms were silent, processing the information. Rather than seeing how these mating bonds are the ultimate form of weakness within the Na'vi community, most of them became envious of the utter devotion mates have for eachother.

You didn’t realize how little they really know about the Na’vi, you might have taught them your ways but only the basics, not the culture or traditions.

“Soooo…” Lopez drags out, sparing a glance at Miles and Lyle, “what I’m hearing is you’re a virgin”

You gasps dramatically, eyes widening in disbelief at his giggling face. You hit Lopez shoulder with the back of your hand, “that is none of your business, Lopez!”

Lopez grins as he holds your wrist to avoid being slapped by you again, “I’m not hearing a no” he cheekily responds.

“Gah” you sneer when you pull your wrist out of his grip, Lopez laughs heartily, the corner of your mouth twitching. You know Lopez is just teasing you.

You move to stand up and dust yourself off, you were already walking away when Miles calls for you, “where you going?”

You pause half in the darkness “I’m going to the river to wash up. Do I need your permission to do so, Colonel” you sass. Miles grins as he licks his canines.

“Don’t be a brat” he lightly scolds you “you’re not going alone” he nods towards Lyle, “Lyle go with her”

You cross your arms over your chest, “I’m not going to make a run for it” you snarl. Miles outstretch his arm towards you a way to tell you to calm down, he means no harm.

“That’s not why, darlin’, it’s dark out. It’s for your safety, there could be predators out there” Your harden gaze soften at that, maybe you had reacted a little to fast.

You turn your gaze to Lyle who is already making his way towards you. You don’t know how to feel being alone with him again after what happened last time, you’ve been ignoring him for the past 2 days.

“C’mon baby, let’s go” Lyle places his hand on your lower back and gently pushes you forward.

The walk to the river is awkwardly silent. You’re lost in your thoughts, Meanwhile, Lyle ambles along at your side, matching your pace perfectly. He’s equally as quiet, but he keeps darting looks at you out of the corner of his eyes. Lyle is many things, but he’s never been subtle as long as you’ve known him.

By the time you reach the river, hardly a word has been shared between the two of you. Lyle stops mid step as he watches you kneel down near the river.

Lyle has started tapping his fingers against his thigh, and the frequency of his glances have increased yet again. He clears his throat, and finally speaks up.

“You’ve been ignoring me”

Your ears perk up at attention to his direction, you look over you shoulder, making eye contact with Lyle, you see the saddening and the longing look in his eye, it almost made you feel guilty. You didn’t think it would affect him this much.

“I wasn’t” you deny before going back to washing your hands, splashing water on your arms.

Lyle bitterly lets out a chuckle, shaking his head, “you’re lying to me now?”

You ignore him and don’t bother to respond and he doesn’t like that, not one bit.

“It’s because of what I am, isn’t it?” Hearing the clear insecurity in his voice, you turn your body sideways to look at him.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n” his tone getting a little more aggressive. You were taken back by his tone. Not once has he ever raised his voice at you.

Hearing your name coming from his mouth sounds foreign to you, this is the second time he said your name but this time it sounds like it hurts him to say it.

“Is it cause I’m a sky demon? Is that it? I’m not good enough for you?” He says, the bitterness in his tone is very apparent.

“No! That’s not it at all! How can you think that?” You practically beg. You stand up abruptly and take a cautious step towards him

“How can I not? You’ve been ignoring me like I have some kind of disease or something” he practically shouts.

You could feel yourself cowering back. You can’t do this right now. This was a mistake, something that shouldn’t have happened.

“It shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake” you drop your gaze, mentally berating yourself.

“Mistake?” Lyle lets out a breath of disbelief and turns away from you, “You can’t honestly tell me you didn’t feel anything”

You pick up your head and see the pain in his eyes, more apparent than ever.

“Lyle,I can’t do this right now” you shake your head, you move your legs to attempt to walk around him but he instantly grabs you by your arm and pushes your back roughly into the closet tree.

You look up at Lyle with wide eyes. He has that crazed and determined look clear on his face.

You attempt to pull yourself away but his arm was like a cage around you, unbudging. Your eyes looked up at his begging to be released.

He let you go after a few more moments of you struggling. Letting his hands fall on your hips, he gently strokes your hip with his thumb, his way of apologizing for being a little too rough with you.

“Something changed between us, and I know you can feel it too” Lyle says, after a few seconds of neither of you speaking.

“No. Lyle, please don’t” you practically beg, pushing at his chest to let you go.

“Why? Cause you’re afraid to admit your feelings?” He presses on.

“It’s not that simple” you can feel anger boiling inside of you. Tears coming down your face as you shake your head.

“It is that simple” your hands starts pushing and hitting at his chest.

“No it’s not!” You shout at him, Lyle grabs onto your wrist to stop you from hitting him.

“Why not? Tell me!” He shouts, the anguish in his voice hurting you even more, all the while he struggles to hold you in place.

“The whole point I’m even here is for you to hunt down my father!” you cry out as you manage to pull your arms out of his grip, “it’s wrong of me to fall for my father’s enemies”

“I stop giving a shit about Sully a long time ago!” Lyle says, anger seeps through, almost like he wants you to understand.

“Why are you doing this to me? Is this some sick game you’re trying to pull on me?” You sob. No, you can’t let anything come of this. This is wrong.

“For fucks sake Y/n” he breathes out, clearly frustrated with you, “I’m trying to tell you I’m falling in love with you”

“No.” You shake your head, not wanting to believe Lyle could feel that way about you.

“Baby…” Lyle whispers as he tries to reach for you but your mind is completely lost.

“You’re not capable of such things” you cry out, pushing his hands away from you.

Lyle uses both hands to cup your face and forces you to look up at him, his gaze softening seeing the tears slide down your cheeks, with his thumb he wipes them away.

“I am capable of anything for you, never doubt the power you have over me” he whispers to you before leaning his forehead on yours, “I would leave everything for you”

Your hands planted softly on his face, pressing your forehead against his. He bumped his nose with yours, taking one of your wrists and mouthing your erratic pulse tenderly.

“You don’t know what you’re saying” you timidly pressed your palm against Lyle’s chest. You pushed him back with all the strength you could muster, eyes blown wide as he stared down at you.

“I know exactly what I’m saying, I only felt this way about one other person, and I never told them. I’m not making that same mistake with you” he responds, moving his hands to your hips. Not once taking his eyes off you.

“There is no woman out there quite like you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. When I think about you, try to describe what comes to mind, I’m left speechless. No matter what I say I don’t think there’s words that could ever describe the way you laugh and how your smile lights up a room that makes me feel alive. You are a breath of fresh air, pure, honest, and loveable air.” The way he says it sounds so poetic, it makes your heart flutter. Feeling flustered, you looked away to avoid Lyle’s gaze.

“Baby, look at me.” He cups your jaw to make you look at him, “If you don’t feel the same, tell me. Look me in the eyes and tell me” He whispers, not being subtle when his eyes darted down to your mouth, watching your teeth bite into your bottom lip.

“Please, baby. I have to hear you say it” he begs in his raspy voice.

“I can’t”

“Why not?” he breaths out.

“Cause I’m falling for you as well” you finally admit. Lyle sighs in relief.

Bringing one arm up to your chin, he lifts you face more to him, leaning forward to softly kiss your lips. His face stays too close to yours, but nothing touches. “Lyle?”

“Yes, baby?” with every syllable you feel his lips push up against yours, and you want him closer to you.

“Kiss me again. Please.” Lyle’s hand glides around your neck, the hand on your hips pull you even closer to him until every part of your front is touching him. His lips crash into yours. Peppering kisses onto you until he stills, his tongue tickles around your lips, and you open your mouth, granting him access. Lyle took the opportunity to press his tongue into your mouth, exploring your taste and groaning at your willingness to accept the intrusion.

Needing to feel even closer to him, you move to wrap your arms around his neck, stroking your fingers on the back of his head. Sliding his hands down your body, he cups your nearly bare ass, lifting you up to him. At the feeling of his tented pants, you mewl. “Oh baby, we’ve barely even got started,” the deepness of his voice makes you choke up, unaware of how with just the sound of a voice could make heat pool in your belly.

His mouth left your lips to explore the rest of your face. He began by leaving open mouth kisses along the sides of your face before nipping at the base of your ears. The sensation had your movements momentarily pause as your own pleasure took precedence. "Lyle..."

You could feel the lust pooling in your stomach and quickly migrating downward. You may not have been mated, but you knew what it felt like to touch herself. The touch of another was foreign, but that familiar feeling was mounting even without direct stimulation.

Lyle bit at the base of your neck before licking over the reddened area. He didn't break skin, but if he used any more power he would've easily drawn blood. The sensation of his teeth dragging over your neck satisfied something primal within both. Your head lulled to the side to give him more access - a clear display of trust and want.

He mentally curses at the colt around your neck, disturbing him to claim you even more.

After allowing Lyle to continue for a minute, you pull back as his mouth chased after your skin. Your eyes were blown wide with lust, glimmering as the night light of the forest danced along your skin, deepening the shadows of your features. A glistening trail of saliva covered the entire right side of your neck, running from your collar one to your ear as light bruising was intermittently laid out. The sight had Lyles' pants reach a level of uncomfortable tightness. Your free hand pulled at his vest, despising the gear from keeping his chest out of reach.

Once he was within reach, you returned his favor from earlier, tentatively pressing a soft kiss to the base of his jaw before growing bolder and left sloppy, wet kisses up and down the base of his neck. Lyle groans - how could someone so sweet do this? His hand released your neck and found purchase on your waist, kneading and squeezing at the soft flesh. With the newfound range of motion, you were able to reach up and bite at the base of his ears as well. Lyles' knees nearly buckled at the sensation - the way his fingers tightened around your waist was going to leave fingerprints for a day or two.

"Fuck, baby."

Both of your pupils were blown wide - a side effect of the dim lighting and the lust building in each of your systems. Before Lyle made a move to further your little dance, he hastily unlatched his vest as the material suddenly became constricting.

You smiled before Lyle slowly lower you down onto the ground, his knees in between your legs, keeping your thighs spread, ready to ravage you for all you’re worth. He wasn't going to stop till you were shaking on the ground from too much. He needed you as much as you needed him.

Your hair splayed out beneath you - you looked like the sun. Bright and warm. An essential part of life - you were an essential to his life now.

“Baby, I can’t have you passing out on me,” Lyle’s fingers untie your top, pulling it aside to get a full view of your breasts. Cupping and fondling them until his mouth sucks on each nipple. His tongue circling around until they’re hard and pebbled. His eyes roll up to look at you, but his lips still trail down your body, and you’re overwhelmed by every touch.

Lyle smirks as he slowly traveled down your torso, pressing a sloppy wet kiss at the base of your sternum, “You drive me crazy, baby."

His lips kiss at your stomach, leaving a trail of saliva as he licked up the sweat that collected earlier in the day. You shiver as the moisture cooled instantly in the cool of the night. Lyle pause at the base of your naval before hovering there to glance up at the writhing woman who begged for him to return. Your hands found their way to the back of his head, trying to push it against you but he resisted the temptation to continue teasing you.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby”

You could barely form the words, your rebuttal coming out as breathy pleas for his touch, "please, Lyle, I need more."

Lyle nipps at your freshly exposed hip bone, “don't you worry - I'm going to take care of you."

You try to help as Lyle slips the rest of the fabric down your legs. Once rid of your loincloth, Lyle travels back up your legs, beginning at your ankles. Light touches and soft kisses were a juxtaposition to the harsh squeezing and bites as he passed over your knees. As he grew closer to the apex of your thighs, he could smell your arousal. You shifted against the ground in attempts to entice him into doing what you wanted, but there was no need for that. Lyle felt like he was already drunk off your pussy without experiencing it yet.

He inhaled sharply and peeled his gloves off, before throwing them aside.

The way your entire body twitches in excitement as he trailed his index finger along the inside of her thigh. The way your head would roll back and your back arched slightly off the ground, making the dark bruises around the base of your throat more apparent. He loved it all.

You whimper, slightly grinding into Lyles' hand, "Lyle, please."

"Gotta stretch you out first, baby, can't go hurtin' you," Lyle kiss your clavicle, feeling your heart racing in your chest. His voice trailed off, "wouldn't forgive myself."

Holding eye contact, Lyle ran a single finger up the length of your slit before slowly pressing inside, meeting little resistance as your slick eased the entry. He remained slow, especially as your face twinged in mild discomfort as one of his fingers was the thickness of two of your own. Lyle took your pleasurable whimper to continue, beginning to pump the single finger before adding another once your face relaxed.

"Shhh," Lyle hushes you, his large arms curl around your upper thighs and you were sharply yanked down towards him, "I want to taste you. If you'll let me."

Your eyes widen in desire as Lyle starts placing small kisses on your stomach, caressing the soft, rounded curves of your body with his tongue until he's between your legs, staring up at you ravenously.

He lets out a content sigh bathed in lust as he kisses the inside of your thigh, reigniting that fire his fingers had stoked. He kisses up the inside of your leg, closer and closer. So close you can feel the warmth of his breath on your aching pussy.

Lyle’s ember eyes meet yours for a moment, then they're gone, and you let out a moan of indescribable pleasure as Lyle’s warm tongue meets the heat of your pussy, sliding between its folds as he buries his nose against your clit.

Parted your lips the only thing that was released was a guttural groan when a warm mouth enveloped your throbbing clit.

"Lyle!" you whine.

Lyle licks and kisses your folds, occasionally letting his tongue dive between your slick folds to lap at the wetness there.

"Mmm, God Y/n you're so sweet," Lyle moans, using his teeth to gently take your clit between his lips. Your back arches in response and you let out a cry of pleasure as his tongue dances across the sensitive nerves, sending rivets of white-hot pleasure up your back, causing your vision to blur.

Jerking your hips and grinding it slightly, your hands flung forward to grasp Lyle’s wrists. You can feel Lyle smile against your heat, and your grip around his wrist tightens as his tongue dips deeply into your core, plunging into your entrance for the first time and wasted no time exploring.

Your hips spasm as you thrust against the feeling of his hot, slick tongue inside you - your walls squeezing tightly as your back arches.

"H-Hey, ah~!" Your breath was caught in your throat when his thick appendage purposefully grazed over both the shallow and deep sensorial spots inside of your walls.

Your grip on his wrists tightens as you tugged him harder - closer - against your cunt. Lyle let out a soft shaky whine and the hold he has on your thighs was almost unbearably tight.

"Mmmm," Lyle moans, his hands finding your hips as he pulls you even deeper onto his tongue.

"Fuck, Lyle, please," you beg. "I-....I need more," you plead.

Lyle obeys, and your eyes roll back as his cheeks hollow. He sucks and laps at your slick arousal, groaning in pleasure as he sends vibrations through your entire body - drinking from you as if desperate.

Your eyes clench shut as the pressure of Lyle’s tongue penetrating into you had your stomach fluttering. Your toes curled, thighs fighting to be released from his tight hold that was around your thighs.

His tongue reaches all the way down inside of you and tenderly stroked the soft entrance to your womb. You had never felt such a sensation, no this was something else - foreign.

Your stomach tightened and the muscles in your legs flexed. The overstimulation was begging to become overwhelming and you wanted him to stop so you could catch your breath.

However, Lyle did the exact opposite. He pulls away his tongue to swallow the juices he had accumulated before driving it inside deeply and basically stealing your natural lubrication.

The tugging on his wrists only grew harsher the more the ache in your belly grew. Lyle growls in such a low wavelength you almost wouldn't have heard it if it were not for the moan stuck in your throat.

Cool sweat coated your skin while your hair stuck to your jaw and the back of your neck.

Lyle’s tongue was like heaven with the way passion jolted and spread up your abdomen and legs. You were consumed in a hazy lust, entrapped in intense eros that had your tongue lying heavy in your mouth.

Drool dribbled down the corner of your lips and slid down the sides of your jaw. Your eyes were practically rolled into the back of your head as you ground against his face.

The sharp pointed edge of Lyle’s teeth lightly grazed over your clit that was beating like a nervous heart.

It instigated this feeling in your lower abdomen, it was a pulsating sensation that was growing stronger by the second, alerting you of your nearing climax.

Your throat was dry, your neck muscles ached from the strain, and you felt fatigued. It was already such a long and hard day that the slightest bit of energy you possessed was being seeped out of you.

With the nearing of your climax, your spine had a small divet in it that was arching off the ground. Your legs that were still forced into the mating press jolted and twitched in Lyle’s massive hands.

Lyle suddenly hums and graze his sharp teeth over your clit while his tongue inside of you still wiggled about.

Your hips bucked against his face. You were so close.

The feelings you were experiencing were unspeakable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulated.

You were approaching a beautiful release, right at the edge of the cliff where you'd plunge into a reservoir of dazing fulfillment.

And when Lyle forces your hips to grind against his face, your org*sm collided against your nerves and flushed all through your body, surging through your bloodstream while pounding your head with white bliss.

"N-Ngh, ah~!" You cry louder than you should have, bellowing out within the forest that you were sure anyone close by could hear.

Your stomach contracted, and the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing down on Lyle’s tongue.

You let out a loud gasp as Lyle slides two fingers inside you beneath his tongue, pumping them in and out as he never stop sucking and licking sending you into a dizzying spiral of sensations.

“Lyle” you cry out, your hand fisting his wrists as your hips thrust against his tongue. You throw your head back in ecstasy, bringing your other hand to your mouth to muffle your scream of pleasure as you release on Lyle's face, twitching and spasming as Lyle eats out your orgasm, his lips never leaving your sensitive folds.

You could feel that familiar build deep with your stomach. In the few times you experimented and touched yourself before, it had never felt like this - never this good or building this quickly.

With your spine arching from your climax, you lay your head back against the grass floor with your lips parted.

Unadulterated euphoria that displayed on your face was something that you would have been embarrassed to ever show anyone, but at the moment you didn't give a damn.

You were blundering mess from his tongue. Literally, you were seeing stars with your eyes that were still rolled into the back of your head.

If Lyle could have you like this just with his mouth, who's to say what you would become if he used anything else.

As you basked in your afterglow, Lyle devours the liquids of your climax, greedily consuming your essence as if it was the air he needed to breathe.

You pant, gently pulling on his wrists to bring him back up your body. But Lyle gives you two more stubborn sucks, causing you to jerk and shudder beneath him. It had you shaking profoundly underneath him, fidgeting from your oversensitivity.

You glance down at Lyle, holding his eye contact as he made his way back up. He was much slower on the return, nipping and biting at certain patches of skin, as he crawls up your naked body, placing wet kisses all over your skin along the way until he reaches your neck. But you turn your head at the last moment, catching his lips with yours as Lyle hums in surprise.

As you pull back, you admire how your juices linger his face, his entire lower face still covered in your arousal. And you feel a small, heated flutter between your legs once more.

Lyle reaches behind your head and gently caress his fingers over your kuru, making you shiver in anticipation. “Don’t” you whisper.

Lyle instantly removes his hand, respecting your wishes and boundaries.

Lyle grabs you by the hips, pulling you closer against him. Your weeping cunt pressed against his own hardened member, trapped under layers of clothing.

He stands up leaning back on his knees, he untucks his shirt from his belt and peels the shirt off his skin. Your eyes can’t decide where it wants to look at, constantly changing locations on Lyle’s muscular body. Discarding the shirt before unbuttoning his pants, smirking at you nearly drooling over him. Watching intently when he removes his boxers, his cock finally on full display and you gasp. “It’s okay, baby, you can handle it.” With the size of him, you’re not sure. Your body trembles as he kneels down between your spread legs.

“H-hold on,” you tell him breathless. Lyle stops his movement. Adjusting himself to hover over your body. Resting himself on his forearms his face is right at yours.

“You, okay?”

Lyle still lingers over you. His golden ember eyes soft as he watches your face. “Baby, we can stop.”

“No! I don’t want to stop. Please don’t stop” you say breathlessly.

Balancing his weight on one arm, Lyle bent over your torso to move closer to your head. Your eyes were entranced by his every move - his single arm wasn't straining in the slightest, even though he was balancing hundreds of pounds of muscle on the single limb.

Once close enough, Lyle hums again, nudging his nose against your cheek to move your head as he wish. You completed instantly.

“Jesus Christ, baby. You’ll be the death of me." he gives a soft kiss on your lips in which you hum, eyes fluttering shut. he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before guiding it to your wet entrance while putting his other palm beside your head to support his weight. He rubs his tip along your little bundle of nerves before slapping his cock against you. The quick jolts of your body has him even more excited.

You bite down on your lower lip trying to suppress a moan when he slides the tip up and down your cunt. mumbling a low ‘fuck’ at the slicky sound of your wet cunt. another loud groan rumbles off his chest when his cock slips in. Lyle stays still for a while before he sits up straight, hooking his hands underneath your knees, telling you to wrap your legs around his waist.

“I’m gonna go slow, okay?” you nod, holding tightly onto his biceps. Sliding his tip through your walls, you freeze, body stiff, as tears sting your eyes. “Relax,” his voice grunts out. You try, you really do, but your body is just tense. Feeling every centimeter of his cock while it slowly slides in.

The tears escape your eyes with the pain of his girth stretching you out. “I’m sorry, baby. You can take it. I’m only halfway.”

“Lyle,” you whimper. You wince a little, wriggling uncomfortably as Lyle pushes further in.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you gently.

“It hurts.”

“I know, baby,” he kisses you again, deep and slow, “it’s gonna a little, but you’re doin’ so well. Almost there. Just relax.”

At that, he snakes a hand between you, using his thumb to slowly massage your clit, still tingly from your orgasm. Everything instantly loosens inside you and he slips the rest of the way in with a stifled moan.

“Oh good girl,” he emphasizes, placing another kiss to your lips. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah, m’just… full.”

Removing his hand from your clit, while holding his position, he kisses away your tears. “Such a good girl for me. You’re doing so well baby”

His girth was the hardest to overcome, stretching you further than you’d ever been able to achieve on your own. There was a dull ache in your pelvis as he finally settled in.

Unknowingly, your vaginal muscles tensed as he pressed forward to the hilt, “fuck."

He was finally close enough that you could kiss him, trying to distract yourself from the ebbing pain as you grew accustomed to his length. He was more than happy to comply, but paused to suck in a breath each time your walls squeezed around him.

“Breathe, baby. Relax for me.” Lyle gently encourages you as he pulls away from your lips and on command, you take in a big gulp of air. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. you feel incredible.”

You blink back tears as you focus on your breathing, a shaky exhale of air that escapes your heaving chest while you are slowly split open by his heavy cock. It’s moderately painful, the way the foreign object coaxes your tight walls into expanding around it, unmistakably different from the accustomed stretch of his thick fingers, but with it a warm and inviting sense of unfamiliar pleasure lies just within your grasp.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well.” He praises with heavy pants. His fingers digging into your quivering thighs are sharp, almost possessive in nature as he lays claim to your body, molding your virgin cunt into a perfect home for his thick cock. His advice serves as a reminder to both you and himself as you squeeze unforgivingly tight around him. “Just relax, baby.”

Lyle huffs, his grip leaving your thighs to tangle with your fingers against the grass, dropping his head to lay in the crook of your neck while he remains snug within you. You can feel him twitching inside of you, so unfathomably deep you’re sure he’s greeting your insides, you can only spasm in consequence as he kisses along your hypersensitive skin.

“You look beautiful like this. So full of me. Does it feel good, baby?”

You nod weakly as you whimper out incomprehensible sweet nothings.

“Shh, shh.” His thumb brushes gently along your cheek as he observes your disheveled state. The unabashed, unwavering amount of love, trust, and desire he finds pooling in your teary eyes leaves him breathless as he silently vows to care for you the rest of his days. To leave you rightfully worshipped and satisfied as he makes love to you for the first time, and surely not the last.

“Ready for me, baby?” Lyle softly whispers.

“please move.” You nod, he retreats slowly. You feel weird as he slips out, like your pussy needs him back. When he slides back in, it’s a little easier, but there is still some resistance the further he gets.

As he fills you all the way, you feel the weight of his pelvis. It’s a strange sensation, but one you already sort of enjoy, and you begin to anticipate it.

Lyle repeats the process ten more times, speeding up a little with each thrust, and you can feel yourself relaxing more and more as dull pain slowly melts into pleasure.

“Lyle” gasp out when he thrusts a little harder. “Oh, fuck.”

“You like that, baby?” You nod immediately.

“Want me to do it again?”

“Yes, please”

He does— gently at first until he’s fucking you at a pace that makes your cunt ache. You can feel your wetness drip around him each time he pulls out, and when he drives back inside you, it helps aid his momentum, filling you entirely to the root.

The movement caused your eyes to clench shut, but he continued as your muscles became more relaxed. Once those sweet little sounds started to spill from your mouth, Lyle took it as a sign that he could dial it up a notch.

You gargled between thrusts, your entire body shifting along the ground as the momentum pushes you upwards, "Lyle... you - it feels - so good."

“Such a good fuckin’ girl, aren’t you, baby?” he whispers against your lips, teeth nipping at your flesh each time he sinks inside you. “So good for me.”

Words get lost in the back of your throat.

Lyle lowly moans, "cunt is so, so sweet, babygirl. I'm one lucky man. It's mine, right?"

You whine at his possessiveness, "yours."

Without missing a beat, Lyle continues, "sucking me in so good. Doesn't want me to leave. You want it? You want my cum?" You nod frantically, walls squeezing at the thought of him painting your insides. Lyle smirks, "oh ho ho, I felt that. You want me to fill you up? Have you drippin' when we get back? So much that I need to push it back inside. Gotta keep it where it belongs, yeah?"

You release a high-pitched moan, scratching at his back as the familiar pressure began mounting in your lower abdomen. Lyle felt it as well, but he was trying his damndest to hold off until you came around him. He needed to feel you cum clenched around his cock.

His fingers wind down your body, quickly squeezing your nipple before skilled hand navigated to the juncture of your legs, expertly finding that little bundle of nerves, coasting down to your swollen clit. Creating small circles on your pearl that match his thrusts. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down closer to you.

You felt light headed as everything suddenly was so overwhelming. You were deprived of air as Lyle continues to smother and kiss you. Your clit, already swollen from earlier, was being relentlessly circled with a heavy thumb. Your entire body continues to rock in time with his deep thrusts, each time pressing impossibly further into you.

"Lyle - I-" you blurt out, “I think I’m c-close

“C’mon baby, come for me. I want to feel you”

It all happens in a blur. Nothing but pleasure exists for a brief moment, however this time, the moment extends— prolonged by Lyle fucking you through it. It repeats over and over— your body seizing like you’ve been electrocuted, before sagging back against the ground, completely fucked out. Yet you keep jolting intermittently as lingering waves pulse through you.

In your moment of overwhelming pleasure, Lyle speeds up his hips in attempts to trail you as closely as possible. He holds you by the hips so tightly that it’ll be a miracle if you don’t bruise, and he snarls like a goddamn animal as he comes, emptying his balls deep inside you. half a dozen pumps of sticky cum lined your walls. His balls continued to tighten as they forced every last drop out, milking him for all he was worth

With one final thrust, Lyle presses as deep as he could, feeling his cock twitch as your walls continues to squeeze erratically. He holds you there for a long, long moment, letting your tight, tight cunt squeeze around him for just a moment longer before the feeling starts to edge into something bright and oversensitive.

Even so, he wasn't going to pull out anytime soon. No, he would stay deeply settled in the silky warmth. Pulling out now may be to jarring for you .

Once your full body twitching finally slowed to a stop, Lyle slowly rolls your conjoined bodies over so you lay against his chest. Nether of you knew it was possible, but you slip further onto his cock before falling limp against his chest. The first bit of cum slipped out, forming a semi-translucent ring around the base of his cock.

Leaning back slightly to look down at your sweat laden face, Lyle smiles at your first-time glow.

After catching your breaths for a minute, you begin tracing circles along his bare chest, “We should be heading back soon. They would be wondering where we are."

He presses a kiss to your sweaty hairline, trying to smooth it down, "let me worry about them, I want to hold you like this a little longer”

You hum, feeling exhausted.

After a while, you began to wince in pain as your hips tensed from the position. Lyle didn't want to lift you off, but it was going to happen at some point or another. He slowly sat up, making sure not to jostle you as you fought the urge to sleep.

Neither enjoyed the sensation as Lyles' strong arms wrapped around your torso to lift you off his soft cock. While the pressure was gone, you suddenly felt empty without him. Your walls constricted, forcing a glob of his cum to slip out of your stretched slit, landing right on his balls. Lyle groans at the sight, forcing himself to look away so he wouldn't grow hard again.

You fall limp against his chest as more of his cum began to slowly seep out, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as you try to find a comfortable position to rest your exhausted body.

Lyle rubs at your bare skin, loving the way your naked body feels against his "get some rest, baby”

You nod your head in agreement. You weren’t going to fight on that one, "but we should be heading back”

“Don’t worry about that. Rest, baby. You need it”

Your breath evened out in under 2 minutes, letting sleep consume you.

(This is my first time writing smut, so I hope it reached everyone expectations)

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