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yawntu · 1 year

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Okie your right bestie now that your ask box is open you have to do the avatar guys reacting to spicy body piercings. Neteyam, Roxto, Ao’nung and Lo’ak I AM BEGGING YOU

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a/n: Head so empty had to get this out though bc two other people agreed tongue ring was chefs kiss. We have a bunch of ancient cultures who pierced their tongues ritualistically so the Na’vi probably do it

Pairing(s): Ao’nung x reader, Neteyam x reader, Roxto x reader, Lo’ak x reader

word count: Little under or ~1k for each character

warnings: NSFW / MDNI, Characters are 18+, Spice under the cut, all characters are 18+, proceed with caution. Descriptions of sexual activity, Alludes to fallacio, Sexual situations, Vulgar language. Inspecting? They’re looking inside your mouth idk. Spit kink (Neteyam), idk man if there’s something i miss lmk

꧁ Aonung: is no stranger to bodily modifications. He can confidently say he did not love the feeling of being tattooed the way some of his aunties and uncles would swear they did. He didn’t brag that he could fall asleep though the pain of ink being malleted security into his thick skin. Which is why for a second Aonung cannot seem to comprehend how his squirmy little girlfriend could have sat through such an ordeal, cringing at the pang of jealously that rises in him at the idea that others would have the same foul thoughts regarding the adornment that he has.

One of his favorite places to be is the netted hammock that sways outside of his marui. He enjoys the cooling sea breeze through his downed hair while watching the waves dance in the wind. Mindlessly keeping an eye out for anything that may intrigue him. It was undoubtably a good place to be whenever he found himself to be stressed or tired. Even better- it was a peaceful place to relax with you. He can agree to himself that he liked this spot even better when your legs straddled his waist and he got to rub loving circles onto your body with the pads of this thumbs while you joined in on his sea gazing. Its only when you shift on his torso that he realities thoughts had wondered past the words you were speaking. It was not often that you would loose his devoted focus, however, he realized he was not really listening to you as you spoke. Not in a cruel or inattentive way way. He did not mean to disregard you. He was just too distracted at the soft slur you give off. That was different. He has spent so long grasping at every word you said- every noise to fall from your perfect mouth. So he knows that there is something wrong.

“You break a tooth?”

He knows he is rude for cutting you off and even ruder for jostling you up as he sits up slightly in worry. Evident concern that you had fallen or bit into something and broken a tooth and that is where the slur of your words came from. That you were in pain. Though it had been some time since the incident, he remembered when Tsireya’s best friend had faced a similar ailment and his mother had been forced to pull the tooth from her skull. He shuddered remembering the ordeal, and hoped you would not go though the same pain.

“Nuh-uh,” you assure rubbing a hand against his soft cheek, eyes softening in endearment at his worry.

Your sweet boy is sitting up further to move closer to you in query when you greet him with the sight of your pretty wet tongue sticking out past your soft lips. The prettiest adornment nestled on your tongue makes his lower stomach twitch. You can’t help but pull yourself back a bit in surprise at the sight of his imposing form sitting up quicker then you expect him to. The natural reflex of your body as he adjusts your position in the hammock you were both meant to be napping on. Your movement only results in his thick calloused palms making a firm grasp for your cheeks, holding your face steadily in front of him for his viewing pleasure,

“Open your mouth.”

He’s bossy, and for a second you worry he absolutely hates it and will instruct you to remove it once you give into his demand. The thought alone is what keeps you from listening to him quick enough for his liking. Which is probably why once your lips finally start to part again his pointer finger is quick to hook over your lower teeth, pulling your jaw open so he could inspect you once again. Not giving you a choice in closing your mouth once again.

All you can do is peer down at his inquisitive eyes that seem to be judging the very ivory of your teeth and whine at how intently he is staring down your welcoming throat. He does not mean to look so incredulous as he inspects your wet mouth. Your tongue is swollen and the intrusion of his long finger has your salivary glands working overtime coating the little ball in you saliva. You look perfect on his lap, spitting all over his finger as it hooks your jaw wide open for him. He only removes the binding finger from your mouth when he inquires,

“Who touched you?”

You’re confused for a second, not realizing he means the piercing until the pad of his finger caresses the tip of your tongue careful to avoid the sore center. He can’t help but wonder what burly large man had touched your pretty fleshy tongue that belonged to him. He feels terribly for the anger that bubbles at the thought of said man getting to see you sat obediently, mouth open and waiting. He could only imagine what thoughts they had as your big pretty eyes stared at them while they made a new hole in your body. As if you mean to scorn him you only giggle. You giggle at his jealousy, and though it should vex him more he can’t help but feel soothed at your reaction,

“Your mo’ther,” you giggle and the material clinks against your teeth, and you slur over a too long bar that accommodated for the swelling.

It soothes him a little. His mother- your mother- had pierced you and not one of the men he had known with said job. Now the only issue at hand was the fact that he was sure other men would see it and have the same first thought that had crossed his own mind.

“It was for Eywa,”

The holy name cuts him from his unholy thoughts. He instantly meets your words with his objurgate simper that you’re used to. A unique expression that conveyed a playful scold that he knew was sure to leave you putty in his hands.

“Nah, you know better. That’s there for me,”

His words make your face flush a pretty shade of plum and you find it increasingly hard to look up at him. It’s endearing to him really, your cheek warm against his open palm. He runs the finger covered in your spit against your bottom lip,

“Ya, can’t wait till it heals. Gonna feel real good when you gag on my cock, huh tìhona?”

꧁ Neteyam doesn’t really care what you do to your own body. It’s your own body; how could he possibly tell you what to do with it. Besides the fact that he thinks it was cute how brave you were for sitting though it, he can’t help but find the way you toy with it annoying. Neteyam still thinks it has its own unique charn though.

Neteyam is too aware. It’s probably why he struggles so much to relax. Something always draws his attention, and he can’t stop his brain's desire to hyper-fixate on it. For this reason Neteyam is well aware of your tongue ring. In your defense he was aware of the adornment from the beginning. He knows so much about it as he was there as the sharpened point was pushed through you outstretched tongue while his mother howled in laughter at the way your tail extended out in shock at the pain.

In all honesty, he has rarely caught a glimpse of the jewelry since you had done it. Despite your loud mouth, the jewelry stayed relatively hidden behind your ivory canines. he guesses you just don’t open your mouth that wide. It’s a shame he doesn’t get the luxury of just catching a flash of the adornment. Instead, he lays here on an old roll-out woven mat, basking in the warm sun with you draped across him. It should be a calming ordeal. Yet you preoccupied yourself with rolling your tongue ring across the ridges of your teeth with no regard for the safety of the bones.

This is supposed to be relaxing. That was the point of coming out here to nap away from the intrusions of your families and burdens of society. As much as laying with you is meant to calm his ever-increasing nerves the fact that the clank of your tongue piercing gliding across your teeth in some sort of stim is ever present and driving him up the wall.

“Cut it out,”

His voice comes with a bite to your fleshy cheek which makes your eyes blink open. You pass him a displeased glance from where you lay next to him.

“Why? Am I irritating?”

You ask him so sweetly that if he had not been so sleep deprived he would have assured you that you were perfect and nothing you could do would ever vex him,

“Very. I’ll rip that thing out of your mouth,”

You laugh because he sounds exactly like his mother, yet had the same scolding undertone his father had often taken on. He is almost pleased with you when he feels you roll over half onto him, thinking you had accepted defeat and would settle down for seep. Relishing in the feeling of you tossing one of your legs over his waist and propping yourself up on one elbow to quickly cuddle against him. His sweet purr as you run your fingers through his braids swiftly almost makes you feel bad for the fact that you lean down to run your wet muscle from the bottom of his jaw to the top of his cheek. It is almost scary how slowly his eyes open. He cannot even feign shock at the way you play with him and his dwindling patience. It is ridiculous- you are ridiculous. Yet you are still shocked (and delighted) at how quickly Neteyam is hooking his leg around yours and rolling the both of you over so your back presses firmly to the mat behind you in retaliation for your annoying actions.

“Does being a imp bring you satisfaction?” He asks, though there’s no indication of real annoyance.

You grin up at him so pretty too, he can’t help but appreciate your mouth. The plush of your soft lips, and the shine of your ivory teeth,

“Undoubtably!” you chip,

And then his thumb runs across your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly so he can look at the red of your gums.

“Open your mouth, annoying girl.” he huffs down at you.

Though you intend to listen to him he does not give you the time too. Squeezing your cheeks between his freed palm until you have no choice but to part your lips for him. With your leg wrapped around his waist your foot rests on the small of his back and you can feel the muscles of his lower back flex as his tail flicks between his legs in excitement at the sight. As you loll your berry-fleshed tongue out for him he wastes no time in returning the crude indecency of your previous actions to you. You’re not dumbfounded when his spit lands on your waiting tongue, but you do jerk under him with a huff. Nonetheless, you are so good for him still, waiting for him to smile and give you a slurred go-ahead before you swallow.

Neteyam guesses he likes the stupid thing. Gives him something to aim at.

꧁ Roxto is shy. Not with normal people. But when you speak to him so pretty him he can’t help but tense up at the way his mind wanders. Especially as you sit there blabbering about your home in the jungle, she should be listening but he’s too busy eying the piercing in your tongue and wondering what it would feel like on him.

Rotxo is sweet. So sweet that he feels terrible for the way he stares at your mouth from where he is lent opposite on a thick mangrove root while you speak. Chirping away at him because you had grown the closest to him out of everyone after your arrival.

Don’t get him wrong. He could spend his whole day and whole night (and whole existence) with you. He liked nothing more than sitting pleasantly next to you or with his head on your lap while you spoke. He had been thankful for the fact that you had gotten the closest to him out of anyone you could have chosen when your family arrived at his home. He truly thought you were the most interesting person he had ever met. Perhaps that is why he watches you so intently. As if he is worried he will miss even a fraction of what you had to offer. He felt like he had known a decent amount about you. Knew you well enough that he could predict what you would say before you had even said it. Which is probably why he is so eager to get his question out.

“What is in your mouth?”

He just faces the nalutsa head-on. Blurts his question out; almost cutting your sentence off early. Once your eyes snap up to meet his from where you picked at stones on the ground. Your tongue is rolling out of your mouth in response as you stand to face him,

“This?”

Of course you sound silly as you talk around your tongue, but Rotxo is just looking at the modification. His first question is did it hurt, and you gave him a deadpan ‘obviously’. Despite this, you seem to be far more interested in this line of questioning than you had been while you were rambling. Ears are drawn forward in his direction, arms behind your back while your tail twirled behind you.

When he asks why you would do such a thing (despite having tattoos himself) you tell him it was a thing some of the more spiritual people of your clan would do. He could not help but feel a little guilty at the fact that all he can think about is how it would feel twirling around the head of his cock. How pretty you would look sitting on your knees with your tongue out waiting for him to paint the shiny little adornment white. He doesn’t even realize that his eyes are trained down on you, and his tail sways between his legs.

But you notice. You notice the way he relaxes on his arms more. How his pretty sea-foam green eyes relax as he maintains tantalizing eye contact. The fact that his ears are drawn back, his jaw is clenched and his tail thumps slightly against his own leg, dragging across the ground behind him would be evidence alone of where his thoughts had traveled to. The thick bulging at the brown fabric of his tweng however seals his fate. You giggle at him. If all it took to work him up was a flash of your tongue then you will surely be the death of him. He is not even listening to why you had done it, what it meant. Ignoring all talks of salvation so he could look down at you and think of what you could only fantasize about.

“Ya, but you do not really care why I got it, huh?”

Your question catches him off guard, mostly because you are right and he’s too busy thinking about you to notice that you had once again begun to ramble. He is terrifyingly intrigued when your moving to stand right in front of him, head cocked up curiously at him, an amorous smirk on your lips.

“You just care about what I can do with it.”

Like the tease you are, you glance down at his hips. It is only then he realizes how tight the confines of his bottoms had gotten.

“You really are a devil huh?” His fingers are digging into the bark of the root he leans on as he huffs out the only thing he could think to say. He supposes there was no honor in hiding anything now- to bashfully try and defend the situation. That pretty tongue of yours sliding past your teeth to lick across your lips,

“If you want a vrrtep I can show you a vrrtep,”

Your voice is charmingly playful, and he can hear the click of the ring against a tooth. As your fingers dance across his lower stomach you’ve all but convinced him to be at your mercy with no effort. When you wordlessly drop to your knees before him he cant help the noise that ripples through his chest. Parts of him buckle at the idea of letting you be in charge and show him more of that pretty tongue ring but he can’t help but be honorable. Try to gain some sort of dominance. He thought he had gained the upper hand when at the contact of one of his big palms to the back of your head. The assumption was foolish of him. To think for a second he had the upper hand. The feeling of the cool material on your tongue sliding up his thigh has his fingers knotting in your hair and his breath coming out in huffs. He thinks it’s perfect- you’re perfect. He can’t wait to feel it everywhere.

꧁ Lo’ak doesn’t mean to not notice really, you were both so busy. You should take it as a compliment how hard he focuses on your eyes when you talk. But when he finally catches on that somethings different about you and you show him he can’t help but get too excited.

You were Lo’aks very best friend. In fact, you could not recall a point in life where he was not at your side while your gaggle of friends got into mischief. In all honestly you had spent your childhood following Lo’ak around like his shadow, and it is a habit that has followed you into your adulthood. You know he is plagued with an overabundance of energy and thus kept you entertained the best. Lo’ak was many things- emotionally aware, compassionate, charming, and with no effort made you feel alive. He’s probably why you were a bit of an adrenaline junky, and why you so eagerly agreed to the modification to your body after your Uniltaron. There was some reason behind the bleeding that you did not quite know if you cared about more then the fact that there was a cool piercing in your mouth.

Most importantly, you had hoped Lo’ak would have noticed the piercing quickly, however, the fact that Lo’aks own Uniltaron was the day before yours and he (like his father) had an intense experience, meant that you had uncharacteristically been apart for what you considered too long. Lo’ak had spent the days in which your tongue was at its most swollen (and thus noticeable) resting at home. Though you had been plagued with your own duties which made any meaningful interactions between Lo’ak and yourself non-existent since then. This meant that he just hasn’t noticed the new addition to a body he was rather familiar with. The lapse in time spent together was not something either of you had been used to, nor particularly fond of.

Which is why Lo’ak is blabbering to you wildly while you both eat your supper. You think he’s cute despite talking with his mouth full, and your dazed staring is what pulls Lo’ak out of his excitement and forces him to stare back at you. It is when he noticed you’re eating lighter than usual.

“Soup? It’s too warm for soup,” his tone indicates it’s an astute observation in his mind, “Are you sick?” He asks, reaching to touch your head. You snicker at him as you smack his lingering hand away,

“No, skxawng- you really hadn’t noticed?”

The playful faux sadness in your voice still barbs at his heart. It is quickly replaced with an indescribable feeling when you open your mouth for him and he’s greeted with a heart-stopping view. Eywa you were pretty, and for a second you looked like you could really be his- looking up right at him with your mouth wide open. It’s innocently possessive for a second, really he hadn’t thought too much into why he had reacted to the view in such a way. That was until he noticed the little ball perched on the center of your tongue. Like the little stones they found in the river mollusks they used as jewelry.

“Oh shit!”

His response makes you shut your mouth and snicker while your tail wags faster than you had been used to. You even turn your head in to avoid his ardent eyes. Though Lo’ak is quick to brace his hands on the wooden table to lean over and follow your gaze,

“I wasn’t done- hey,” and when he pinches your cheeks in his hand he almost knocks over your soup with the enthusiasm he exudes.

“You are acting like a fool,” your smiling half out of amusement, half out of pure inarticulate flabbergast at how quickly he had become interested in the orifice.

“Does it hurt?” He questions.

If it’s possible his smile grows larger at the shake of your head,

“Let me kiss you then,”

It leaves his mouth before you can even tell him how the pain has passed. It’s incredulous, how brazen Lo’aks words are considering his parents were barely out of earshot also enjoying their meal.

“Are you the one with a fever?”

Your voice crack is loud as you grip his wrist, and you make a note that you lean closer to him almost subconsciously.

“What? We have kissed quite a bit?”

In secret- in private- not when everyone you knew was right there, you were sure people presumed but you did not particularly feel the need to deal with the questioning eyes of either your families or your friends.

“You’re parents are right there, Lo’ak. I am not-” But his pretty wide smile cuts you off, and his tail swings down to snatch your swaying one

“We can go somewhere they’re not,”

There’s a snort in his voice like it’s the obvious answer. As though the both of you getting up and walking away together wouldn’t have drawn the same questioning gaze that kissing would have cast upon you, Eywa knows why you are dumb enough to nod at him. Quickly moving to stand up first, but pause when his tail stays wrapped right around yours halting your movement, and you look to him quizzically.

“You gotta wait a minute before we’re going anywhere,”

You’re confused. He was just so eager to be alone with you. How could he possibly be more interested in his previously abandoned meal? And how can he be chuckling at you- and why is the free arm he had propped on the table motioning towards the bench you both sat on and- oh. Thats why. The undeniable tent forming. A reminder why you so quickly agreed to be whisked away by him.

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jakescakeislateforourdate · 1 year

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Avatar Characters and their favorite kisses

Jake, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Neytiri, Aonung, Tonowari, Tsu’tey, Tsireya, Ronal, Rotxo

Nothing but fluff

Enjoy this garbage

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Jake Sully:

The peck

Jake is always on the move. Especially during war. There is no time for breaks and refuge. But Jake tends the relationship religiously. Any moment in between is spent with you. Most often it’s a hug before bed and in the morning. But the peck is key. He drops them left and right. So quick but so emotional. Easy to steal at almost any moment of the day.

Most often right before he mounts his ikran. You’ll be buckling on a saddle when you feel his hand on you shoulder. He pulls on you, begging you to turn and face him. His palm slides up to cradle your nape and he lays a soft kiss on your lips

The throat

These are reserved for private moments. Though Jake is not embarrassed about his affections for you, he prefers to have a little peace and quiet.

Naturally, if you’re laying next to each other in the hammock, swaying gently, he’ll tuck his head into the crook of your neck. His lips skate of the skin of your throat as he settles in. The kisses aren’t entirely absent of desire, sometimes a bit more suck than what’s good for the two of you (don’t know why but hi lies feel childish when you’re busy shooting crafts).

Mostly they’re just soft and sweet. He’s tired and so are you so there’s really no call to get down to business. He just cuddles into you and falls asleep with his lips at your throat.

Neteyam:

The hand

Honor, valor, dignity

Neteyam is a gentleman. Where he learned it from his father. Maybe. Maybe not. But Neteyam is intent on wooing you. You will be so flustered and flattered by his display of affection that you can’t resist him.

So a simple capture of your hand and a kiss to the knuckles ought to do the trick. It makes Lo’ak cringe and Tuk swoon.

Neteyam carefully laces your fingers together and lifts your hand to his lips. He looks you in the eye while he does it, maybe even with a subtle bow. It’s disgustingly sweet.

The midnight special

Despite what it’s name denotes, this kiss is entirely innocent.

Neteyam wakes you in the night, and drags you out of bed for an ikran ride. He pulls you on behind him, moving you arms around his waist where he plants a firm hand. Can’t have you falling off.

The ride is smooth and slow. Eclipse awakens the softer lights of the forest and Neteyam wants you to see. He likes to watch the glow in your eyes as you admire the bioluminescence.

You perch on a thick tree branch and Neteyam shifts your position so you can lie against him. He tells you about Earth, points out the distant star his father came from. Then things go comfortably quiet and you enjoy each other’s company. And then he looks down at you, tilts your chin up, and gives you a fat kiss.

Lo’ak:

The sneak

Lo’ak likes to think he’s smooth. In actuality he’s adorably clumsy. He plans out everything he’s going to say, you might even overhear him practicing to himself. But then when he goes to say it to you, he’s fumbling and stumbling like a newborn.

It comes out all wrong leaving him embarrassed and stuttering. He can’t help it. You have that effect on him.

His father actually gives him the tip. Jake notices his son struggling to flirt and he tells Lo’ak to just go for it.

So Lo’ak goes for the sneak. Petty theft.

He gets you alone, out doing some breathing exercises. Your hand is placed just under his rib cage. He sucks in a breath, controlling the flow, and then lets it back out. While you’re guiding him, he frequently glances at you, working up his courage.

Right as you pull in a breath, Lo’ak sweeps a hand up to the back of your head and leans in. It’s over before you can even process and Lo’ak is off your lips and searching your eyes to make sure he’s done things right.

Good night kisses

It’s the best way to end the day. There isn’t a night where he won’t hunt you down just for the kiss.

After all the trouble of the day, the bickering and squabbles, the lectures and lessons, he just wants a lil bit of comfort. He likes to walk you home, talk with you for a while, and when he feels tired he reaches out to stroke the crown of your head.

He examines your braids, thinking he’ll help you redo them tomorrow. Then his hand moves to your cheek. He smiles as he feels the pull of muscle under the skin when you talk. He rests his forehead against yours, believing that if he thinks hard enough about how much he loves you, you’ll know it without him saying it.

Lastly, he cups your face his rough palms and gives you a sweet kiss before running off to his family.

Neytiri:

The “you’re stupid but I love anyway”

Neytiri found you in the jungle that day, almost half eaten by viper wolves and making enough clamor to wake half the forest. Unfortunately for her, she has to teach you her ways.

How terrible.

But once Neytiri sees your diligence, she’s flattered. A dreamwalker trying so hard to master the Na’vi crafts, it’s unthinkable. Yet you amaze her with your determination to get it right.

She’s training you on the pa’li one day. Because you’re learning how to hunt, learning how to ride a direhorse will be important for when you get an ikran.

You boost yourself onto the rough plating of its back and link the tsaheylu. The direhorse squeals and jolts. Neytiri strokes it’s side and tells you to focus on the breath of the creature.

When she tells you to ride, she steps back and watches. At first you look like you’ve got it, but then the pa’li jerks to the side and dumps you into a puddle of manure.

She chuckles as you peel yourself out of the mess and hopeless try to remove it. And then Tsu’tey is laughing too. And Neytiri finds her joy smothered.

She shoos him off and guides you away to clean you up. While you wash away the crud in a small stream, Neytiri watches with this look in her eyes. She’s never enjoyed someone’s company as much as she enjoys yours. You fascinate her. She finds herself wanting to know more and more about where you came from and what you can learn.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

She realizes she’s zoned out and you’ve caught her. “You’re stupid,” she intends to smack the side of your head but it comes off as more of a pat, “ignorant, and very—”

How does she say… adorable?

Instead she dives for a quick peck that leaves you stunned. She disappears before you can react and you’re left in the stream, wondering if this is just a practice of the omatikaya or if she’s being sweet on you.

In passing

I’m gonna keep this short and sweet like the kiss.

Neytiri likes smol kisses.

Barely there kisses that only you can catch. Whenever she passes by you she leaves a few along your cheek or ear.

They’re just so convenient for her.

When she gets a moment they last a bit longer but this is great for when your in a crows of people and she doesn’t want to go big on the pda.

She’ll catch your shoulder occasionally and leave some along your collar bones and spine. Sometimes it’s a greeting or to let you know that she’s there. Sometimes it’s comforting for her to just feel you beside her.

Aonung:

The jackass

This idiot (affectionately), falls into that trap of “to get a girl to like me I must make her think I hate her” and so therefore, goes about everything I��m the wrong way.

Aonung is so new to this ‘pleasing’ thing so he goes about it in the only way he knows how. Trolling you. He once helped you put a saddle on your ilu and while you were buckling one side, he carefully scored the straps on the other so they were thinned to the near point of snapping.

You went in for the dive and with a horrible POP! The straps ripped and you fell off the ilu in a whirl of bubbles.

Once you summon your ilu back, you check the broken straps and see the cleanliness of the break. Aonung is swimming up with a boyish grin on his face and a chuckle in his throat.

While you glower and adjust the saddle straps so you can tie the broken ends together, Aonung pounces.

He ducks around your ilu, and steals the kiss from you. Asshat.

“Okay, okay, fine” aka the surrender

Aonung may be a real snot sometimes but he’s go his moments.

He’s very attuned to your emotions, always watching to make sure he doesn’t go too far with his teasing.

You’re very precious to him and he won’t have you upset over a dumb joke he probably shouldn’t have said.

With that being said, the beginning is a little rocky because he has to figure out the boundaries.

Whenever he sees you start to pour, eyes growing sad, he knows he’s done something terribly wrong and he must make peace quickly.

He whisks you away and and twirls you into a tight hug. He’s a bit stiff with hugs because he’s not used to them. He knows this and so he takes another step.

Careful to not to break his bratty little attitude, he teases a “fine, come’re” and gives you a shockingly graceful kiss to make amends.

Tonowari:

The cheek

This man, this man right here. I can’t think of a better companion. You’ve seen how he cares for Ronal, now imagine he looked at you the same way.

Tonowari has class. The Na’vi have a fine sense of romance. They know how to please. He’s mastered it.

He’s best at problem solving. He handles conflict head on yet so delicately. Whenever you have a squabble it’s almost annoying how you can’t stay mad at him. He’s just so whipped. A simp.

He can’t stand to see you upset so, naturally, he’s approaching you from behind, placing his strong hands on your hips and resting his chin on your shoulder. He waits until he feels you relax and then aims a kiss right into the fat of your cheek, maybe even tops it off with a little nuzzle.

The bridge

Planting kisses on the nose isn’t unheard of. The Na’vi don’t have the pointed human noses so they go about it in a different manner.

Tonowari likes affection. I think that’s very established as he cares deeply for you. He’s always focusing on the little things. The domestic moments when no one is looking. He’s got a thing about kissing as it’s his favorite method of love.

So expect him to be kissing you all the time. You hand, fingertips, cheeks, temples, lips, neck, and of course your nose.

But instead of kissing the tip, he aims for the spot just below your the valley between your brows. That ridge that forms a mountain between your eyes.

It lets him feel your skin and catch the scent of your hair. It’s usually a lingering kiss, maybe whilst in a hug. And one of his personal favorites.

Tsu’tey:

The crown

There’s this stench about Tsu’tey; the stench of ROMANCE.

He’s a traditional guy. He likes traditional courtship. While he was arranged to be with Neytiri, thing’s obviously fall through. Luckily, while Neytiri as has been falling for Jake, you caught Tsu’tey’s eye.

He begins with casual conversation, asking you to help clean a kill and prepare it for the people. He’s got jokes. He’s got style. I probably can’t write it but there’s this aura about him that just screams he knows how to please.

He notices a few of your braids coming loose one day. He ushers you onto a log where he meticulously finger-combs and rebrands your hair. After he’s done he sweeps the braids over your shoulders and plants a hearty kiss to the crown of your head.

His first gesture of love.

Clockwork

Tsu’tey is a busy man. He’s got things to do and places to be. So he’s set aside time for kissing. Time for you.

He’s got it down to a science. Pecks here, heated kisses there. All to be delivered at specific times during the day. He’ll even tell you to meet him when and where.

His punctuality isn’t to make his affection seem mechanical or forced. It’s to prove that he will always make time for you.

So don’t be surprised when he wagging a finger and telling you to follow so he can lead you away and enjoy a small kiss.

Tsireya:

No beginning and no end

Where to begin with her. Tsireya is gifted in social interaction. Which makes this a whole lot easier for you, especially when your family first arrives at the Metkayina’s doorstep.

You catch her eye and from that moment on you are her focus. She’s ecstatic about the prospect of teaching you her ways and sharing with you her life. Of course love blossoms quickly.

The relationship is easy. It’s easy to love Tsireya. But difficult to manage to learn when she’s teaching you.

She’s takes you aside to help practice diving. Your breathing needs work. So she runs you through the motions.

You just aren’t getting it so Tsireya takes matters into her own hands and decides that first you will learn to hold your breath above water.

The next thing you know her lips are on yours and she’s guiding you through breath holds while kissing you.

Suddenly a minute is both too short and too long.

Eyelids

This is one you almost never know about. If there’s ever a night when she can’t sleep, she seeks you out and lays beside you. You at least enchant her while she’s awake.

She studies you carefully. She runs her finger along your cheeks, feeling the texture of your pores and taps the tip of your nose.

She’s thinks you are so perfect. When she finally tires Ashe presses a kiss to each of your closed lids and wishes you a good night.

Ronal:

The happy accident

Ronal is a very headstrong woman. She knows what she wants and how to get it. I’m your case this is a very good thing because it means you’re going to be aware if she’s pursuing you or not.

But dang, you’re oblivious. Ronal has been trying to get your attention for weeks and you just don’t see it. She can’t tell if you like her or not. Which leads to the kiss.

She stages the whole thing, determined to get a rise out of you.

She asked for your help while she went to treat someone. She just needed an extra set of hands and you were right there waiting.

While cleaning up, she moves to hand you a basket, purposefully making sure she’s too close, and she snags your lips.

She grins at your stunned face and pushes the basket into your hands, bidding you to follow along.

The apology

Because Ronal is so strong in her judgement, bickering can occur. She’s simply trying to get you to see her point of view.

This kiss goes both ways, whether it’s from you or her, it holds a lot of value. The apology kiss appears to be like any other, the press of lips and the sharing of breath, but it’s not.

Emotion can be a hard thing for her when it comes to apologies. She either feels bad that she made you back down or that she was wrong about something.

So it’s an emotional kiss meant to mend. Which is what makes it her favorite. Knowing that within boundaries forgiveness is always an option with the right apology.

Rotxo:

The attention seeker

He likes to have you all to himself, this one does. He wants all the attention, all the affection, all the love.

So these kisses are meant to draw you attention to him. Whenever you’re out and about or busy with tasks, Rotxo comes sneakin’ around to distract you.

He’ll tilt your chin to get you to look at him and give you a kiss. He’ll kiss you cheek to distract you while he takes away whatever is in your hands. He’ll peck your forehead and purposefully block your view of wherever you were going.

He just wants you to pay him some attention.

The “better than thou”

Him and Aonung have been best buds since forever. Meaning they’re always in competition as much as they’re in companionship.

Logically, they one up each other with partners too. Rotxo was the first to get one, you. He’s so happy because he really likes you too and he wants to keep you forever.

So while Aonung is awaiting his, Rotxo has to rub it in every second that he has you. It seems most Na’vi don’t publicly display love but Rotxo loves a good smooch on the cheek.

Either he’ll tap his and tilt his head expectantly, or, he’ll swoop in and leave a wet kiss on your cheekbone for Aonung to see.

Dear Reader,

Thank you for making it to the end of this post, I hope you enjoyed your reading experience. You are welcome to request and read through other works on my Masterlist. Thank you once again, have a nice day.

-the author, Lady

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #Jake sully x reader #Neteyam x reader #lo’ak x reader #neytiri x reader #Tonowari x reader #Ronal x reader #Aonung x reader #Tsu’tey x reader #rotxo x reader

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puddle-nerd · 5 months

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2023 Avatar 12 Days of Kinkmas Masterlist

Here is my masterlist for the lovely @neteyamsyawntu's Avatar 12 Days of Kinkmas prompts. Hope you like them, you beautiful people

Prompt #1 - Cockwarming (Neteyam)

Prompt #2 - Titty Fucking (Miles)

Prompt #3 - Stockings (Spider)

Prompt #4 - By the fire (Ao'nung)

Prompt #5 - On an ilu (Lo'ak)

Prompt #6 - Thigh Fucking (Lyle)

Prompt #7 - Under the blanket (Tonowari)

Prompt #8 - Tail Play (Tsu'tey)

Prompt #9 - Xenophilia/alien genitalia (Lo'ak)

Prompt #11 - Breeding (Rotxo)

Prompt #12 - Kuru Play (Jake)

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#avatar12daysofkinkmas #masterlist #avatar #avatar smut #atwow #human reader #na'vi reader #neteyam x reader #miles quaritch x reader #spider x reader #aonung x reader #ao'nung x reader #loak x reader #lo'ak x reader #lyle wainfleet x reader #tonowari x reader #tsu'tey x reader #rotxo x reader #jake sully x reader

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pixiexdusts-world · 9 months

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Incorrect quote

Rotxo: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Ao’nung and Lo’ak’s conversation?

Neteyam: Me. I’m in the laundry basket.

Tsireya: I’m in the washing machine.

Y/n: I’m in the closet.

Neteyam: We accept you Y/n. <3

Y/n: No. I’m literally in the closet.

Neteyam: Love is love. <3

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theflowerofpandora · 1 year

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Golden Girl

Neteyam X F!Metkayina Reader

Word Count: 14.2K

Summary: You and Neteyam hate each other... Or so you both think. There is a fine line between love and hate. (based on this concept)

Warnings: (Neteyam, Reader, Rotxo and Ao’nung are aged up to 21) Swearing, Angst, Slut Shaming!!, Enemies to Lovers, Reader is a spoiled brat, Possessive and Mean Neteyam, Brief mentions of violence and death, ft some Rotxo x Reader (purely for the plot lol), SMUT (please do not interact if you are a minor)!!, Degradation, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Hair/Tail Pulling, Praise Kink, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Manhandling, Rough Neteyam but also Soft Neteyam lol

Author’s Note: ITS HERE!!!!! Enjoy besties!! I had a lot of fun writing this instead of doing my uni assignments heheh, please lmk your thoughts - comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

Neteyam’s patience was wearing thin.

Who the fuck did you think you were?

Like seriously.

Just because you were supposed to be the Metkayina clan’s Golden Girl did not mean you had to act like an entitled, bossy, spoiled brat.

Just because you were the eldest daughter of Olo’eyktan Tonowari and Tsahík Ronal. The twin sister of their eldest child and future clan leader, Ao’nung. A strong swimmer and healer with a temper like your Mother. A smart, skilled hunter like your Father. And the one who taught your younger sister, Tsireya, the softness and kindness of the world…

Just because you could be many great things, the clan’s Golden Girl, did not mean you should be allowed to prance around with a sway in your hips, batting your long thick eyelashes and puckering your lips with the flirtiest of smiles at any Na’Vi who so much as even glanced your way.

Neteyam couldn’t stand the way you smiled and the way it reached your eyes, making them shine with what seemed like fake innocence. It was far too enticing to the point that it made him nauseous whenever he was in your presence.

He couldn’t stand being next to you in the breeze when he could smell your natural aroma wafting over his senses, only for it to be overcome with another’s as their scent was still lingering on your skin from the night before.

He couldn’t stand the way your silky hair bounced in loose curls with every step you took or the way you flipped it over your shoulders whenever you laughed at something a potential mate said.

He couldn’t stand the sight of you coming out of the ocean; the sight of the saltwater droplets that were cascading down your smooth turquoise body and over the most beautiful stripes on skin that he’s ever seen.

He couldn’t stand the way that the tattoos on your torso, chest and legs emphasised your voluptuous breasts and hips. The detailed inking on your body signified that you had passed your Iknimaya and had earned them over the past few years since then.

He also couldn’t stand you and your tiny little loincloth and ever tinier chest covering. The shells and woven fabric of your top was barely even that, a covering. Why did you always have to wear such smaller clothing than the rest of your clan?

Neteyam laughed when you told him that it was because it allowed you to move more freely and was less restricting in the water.

Obviously, the mighty warrior didn’t believe you - which deeply angered you after you had all just had a pleasant afternoon.

You and your siblings had just finished going over breathing techniques with the Sully’s which is why you were currently face to face with the eldest Sully sibling.

Much to everyone’s amusement, Lo’ak struggled the most and everyone erupted into knowing chuckles when Tsireya commented on how his heart was beating too fast. It was clearer than the waters how infatuated he was with her.

The ocean seemed like a second nature to Kiri, which honestly impressed you a lot. She rarely struggled with grasping this new way of life and with the way she spoke about the Great Mother, you could sense a deeper connection and reasoning to why she found herself at ease in Eywa’s waters of Pandora.

Little Tuktirey was even doing well with the encouragement of you and her obnoxious eldest brother.

Neteyam seemed to struggle a bit which you never truly helped, neither did Rotxo and Ao’nung when they were consistently teasing him about his skinny and seemingly weak forest features.

You’ll admit, you knew your twin’s harsh mocking with the Sully boys was too much. But you didn’t do much to stop it as you found yourself laughing along sometimes because in all honesty, although the forest people seemed weak - they were far from it. You had seen how much strength they possessed and found the mockery rather ironic, so you snorted along with it.

“Why are you even staring at my clothes anyway, forest boy?”

“You don’t dress like the other’s in the clan,” he observed, expression filled with something you couldn’t decipher.

“Well, it’s just less restricting and I find it more comfortable flowing through the water with less getting in the way and getting caught on the coral.” You gave him a nod, firm and certain of your answer.

But then, he laughed - his chest puffing out as a deep chuckled boomed through it. As if what you were saying was ridiculous.

“What?” A scoff left your lips as you looked up at Toruk Makto’s firstborn who was grinning at you in disbelief. “You think it’s because I’m shamelessly trying to whore myself out or something?”

A smug look crossed his features as his larger, muscular dark blue frame stood over you on the beach. He crossed his arms, tauntingly leaning his head down to reach your height so he could stare into your fiery eyes. “I think it is exactly that, yawntutsyìp (darling).”

“You skxawng (idiot)!” With a hiss, your body felt hot with rage and you roughly kicked the sand underneath your feet towards Neteyam, suddenly spraying him with the sun-hot grains which caused him to choke and splutter in shock as the sand entered his airway instead of the salty sea air.

A satisfied grin graced you face whilst the forest boy continued gasping for air through groans of annoyance. He was hunched over, resting his hands on his knees with flat ears – trying to catch his breath whilst his tail moved agitatedly.

“No wonder why you can’t hold your breath underwater, you can’t even breathe on land!” You quipped, pivoting on your heels and rushing towards the calm waters of the shore with your thick tail swishing side to side behind you.

Scowling, he watched you walk away with his eyes focused on your long legs as he muttered to himself about how childish he thought you were.

Of course, your sharp ears instantly heard and they twitched in discomfort which only angered you more. “Oh, do be careful next time you’re swimming baby,” you cooed sarcastically before continuing, “there might just be an Akula waiting to bite you in half!”

“You’re just like your brother!” He snarled, referring to the time where Ao’nung stupidly left Lo’ak alone by himself outside of the reef.

You liked Lo’ak and your baby sister had a crush on him. You remember how scared she was when she found out Ao’nung and his friends had ditched the Omatikaya boy by Three Brother’s Rocks. You had an argument with your twin that day, outraged by his behaviour to have put someone in such a dangerous position - the someone who was growing feelings for your baby sister and vice versa.

But Neteyam didn’t know that. He didn’t know you had fought your brother over it because you were ashamed and disappointed by his actions to put another in danger. You were the one who got Ao’nung to tell Neteyam, who took your brother to his parents to explain what happened to Lo’ak, and begin a search party for the missing Sully member.

Sighing, your legs carried you further along the sand and into the shore with light splashes, you dove into the waiting calm ocean.

You couldn’t stand Neteyam. He was so rude, coming into your village and saying such mean things to you. You were beginning to wish that your father had never granted the Sully family uturu (scantuary) in Awa’atlu.

But then again - you had no direct issue with the family, just the eldest son.

It was infuriating how often he implied that you were a slut or a demanding and unhelpful brat…

But to be honest, how could you really blame him for thinking that?

You knew most of your friends were all interested in being more than friendly with you. And you’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t entertained it to an extent. You liked the attention and compliments and physical affection. And the funny thing is, you had only started craving it more often than usual since Neteyam arrived on the reef with his family.

Before the Sully’s arrival, you had maybe flirted and gotten psychical with a handful of clan members over the past few years whereas now you were needing attention from someone new every week. Deep down you knew it was purely out of replacement for something you couldn’t truly have…

You also knew that your attitude towards him wasn’t helping his poor thoughts towards you either. However, the more he made these comments, the more it lit a flame within you and you couldn’t help but continue behaving the way you were which only fuelled more comments from him until it had ended up becoming a vicious ongoing cycle.

It was all a game at this point, to see who could annoy or anger the other more. And it was a game which your competitive self, wanted to win.

Later that evening, after eclipse the whole clan was gathered for dinner. The hunting party had retrieved a great catch of fish today. The largest of the season, in fact, which was reason for a celebration to be held. There was music, dancing, laughter and relaxing as the entire clan feasted. After everyone had finished their meal, many of the people remained on the beach around the blazing firepit to socialise and enjoy the rest of the warm evening.

You began approaching your father and brother, effectively interrupting the conversation he was having with Toruk Makto and his sons. “Daddy?”

Tonowari pulled his attention towards you, gaze moving down to your pouted lips. You were after something. He quickly excused himself, pausing the current conversation. “Yes, ma sum (my shell)?”

“Yua has a new pearl necklace up for sale. It’s so pretty and would match perfectly with my new pearl embroidered top. I’d like it please.”

Yua was the clan’s jeweller, but it was a rarity that she crafted anything so beautiful. As soon as she showed you the delicate and intricate design you wanted it. You simply had to have it. Beautiful things made you feel beautiful, after all and once you had your sights on something you always got it.

Neteyam refrained from rolling his eyes. Were you seriously interrupting this conversation because you wanted new jewellery? You were so needy and materialistic. A spoiled brat. He hated it.

Tonowari’s expression remained firm on you despite his softening eyes. You often wanted new things to wear and it was something that he struggled to say no to after seeing how happy it made you. He was not one to deprive his eldest daughter of happiness, knowing that you would go after it yourself. The word NO was not a word that you heard frequently.

“Of course, what is she looking for in return?” Your father breathed out.

“Yua want’s a bigger mauri pod for her workshop.”

All of Sully boy’s eyes widened as they tried to remain reactionless to the excessive demand. A whole new pod in return for a necklace you wanted? They had never heard of such a thing happening within the forest. Lo’ak’s jaw was practically gaping open and he was wondering how you and Tsireya could end up so differently, especially when he knew you two were both so close and she looked up to you a lot, much like him with his own brother although he would never admit it out loud.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, ma sum (my shell).”

“Please Daddy,” you whined before turning to Ao’nung with glossy eyes. It was a look that you knew your brother wouldn’t refuse. He would do anything for his younger twin to see her happy, much like you would do for him too.

Neteyam coughed lightly in attempt to conceal the groan from leaving his throat. Of course, you were not just a spoiled brat but also a Daddy’s girl.

The Golden Girl of the clan was a Daddy’s Girl. It all made sense now and Neteyam couldn’t help but wonder if your father and brother knew how often you were being a handsy little flirt. He was certain that you wouldn’t be seen as the Metkayina Golden Girl if they found out.

“I’ll help organise the move for Yua, Father.” Your brother spoke up with a chuckle, resting a hand on your shoulder to reassure you that he’d help you get what you wanted and you instantly bounced on your feet with joy.

Neteyam was gobsmacked at how easily you swayed the men in your family. Had Kiri asked for such a thing, their parents would have instantly declined. In fact, she would have never made such a demand in the first place.

“Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, big bro!” You cheered before kissing their cheeks, catching Neteyam’s green orbs with your bright blue ones right when you began sauntering off again.

Now that you had Neteyam’s eyes on you watching your every move, you thought you would have a bit of fun with it. If he thought that you were whoring yourself out maybe, you would show him just that. Maybe then, he would finally shut up about it.

Although, it wasn’t like he hadn’t caught you before…

A couple nights ago Neteyam had caught you straddling one of your brother’s friends on one of the docks between the marui pod’s, wrapped up in a heated make out session with wandering hands.

He couldn’t deny that it had ignited something within him. He realised that hated seeing another Na’Vi’s hands on you. Or perhaps it was just that he hated knowing that you were getting some frequently and he wasn’t. At least, that’s what he tried telling himself. Yes, it was just that he hadn’t been touched since he had left the forest and he was beginning to desire the sensual affection which you seemed to receive from other’s so often.

There had been too many nights where he had snuck off into the forests that lined the beaches for some much-needed relief for the large bulge under his loincloth. He was desperate. So desperate that his mind was plagued with thoughts of your soft hands and swollen lips as he imagined how it would feel to shut you up by stuffing his thick cock into your mouth.

He would never admit it out loud, but he wanted you. You were so stunning and he couldn’t understand why you were just giving yourself to anyone who wanted it. Anyone but him, it seemed. But it wasn’t as if he had even tried in the first place.

One thing was for certain though, if he did try, he would make sure he was the last man on Pandora to ever lay his hands on you. He would make sure that you were so desperately gagging for him that his cock would become the only one you wanted.

That night Neteyam caught you, you had made eye contact with the mighty warrior in the near distance as you broke the kiss with your brother’s friend and laughed, pulling the boy into the ocean with you so you could continue your activities more privately without being under the watch of those unforgettable glowing green eyes.

Neteyam’s blood boiled when you took that Na’Vi into the water with you to hide from him. Your actions were making him feel crazy.

Unknowing about the forest boy’s true feelings towards you, now that you had his attention you were keen to give him a sight that he wouldn’t forget and would be too stunned to even mention again.

The mighty warrior’s gaze followed your swaying hips and bouncing hair as you walked across the sand on the beach to the other side of the bonfire where a group of yours and Ao’nung’s friends were hanging out with Tsireya.

“Tsmuke (sister)!” Tsireya called out with a bright smile, gesturing for you to come closer. “Have you seen Lo’ak?”

“I have indeed, tìyawn yayo (love bird).” You teased when you reached her, grinning as you saw her bashful expression at your words. “He’s with our father, brother and his own on the other side of the fire. I was just coming to find Rotxo and then we’re headed in that direction.”

She tilted her head questioningly, “what do you need with Rotxo? I thought you didn’t like him much.”

You shifted on your feet, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Well, people change and he’s not that bad.”

“Oh, tsmuke… you’re not.” Her eyes were wide, realising that he was about to become another one of your late night escapades. “Ao’nung will be so angry if he finds out.”

“Ao’nung won’t find out,” you assured her. “Besides, I am a grown woman and a great huntress and healer within this clan. I am not yet mated and can explore things until then… you know it’s harmless, Reya.”

“I guess you’re right.” Tsireya hummed, “but just because you don’t go all the way with these people does not mean that it’s not harmless.”

She was right. Despite you being a virgin and never having done more than stuff involving your hands and kissing with others, it didn’t make it harmless because of the people you were doing these things with. Most of them being friends of your twin. But it made sense as you were all within your early twenties and many of you were still unmated.

“Relax hì’i tsmuke (little sister), I’ve got everything under control.” You assured her with a smile before your gaze floated over towards Neteyam who was still watching you, seemingly unphased that you had just caught him looking at you again.

“Oh.” Tsireya began as if the answer to your actions these past few weeks had been right there all along. “You’re trying to make Neteyam jealous.”

You scoffed loudly, snorting out a nervous laugh. “You’ve been hanging out with Lo’ak too much. Look at you suddenly making jokes left, right and centre.”

She rolled her eyes at your deflection and opened her mouth to speak again until she was quickly interrupted by you shouting out.

“Rotxo!” The name rolled off your tongue with a smirk on your lips. “Come, I want to show you something.”

The young man’s eyes snapped up and he nodded eagerly, bidding everyone else goodbye before taking the hand that you were offering into his own large one.

“I’ll see you later, Reya.” You blew your sister a kiss, ignoring her tutting before walking away with Rotxo in tow.

“You look good tonight.” His eyes scanned over your features and nearly bare chest that only had two small shells covering your nipples.

“I could say the same for you,” you winked whilst pulling him back across to the other side the firepit and past the group of men you had just walked away from.

Neteyam’s thin tail flickered at the sight of you being hand-in-hand with Rotxo. Were you seriously going to be giving yourself to that skxawng? He was fuming at the thought, his stomach churning anxiously as you briefly made eye contact with him before continuing to tug Rotxo along into the beach’s forest past the treeline.

His father carried on speaking to Tonowari but he found himself being lost in the conversation beside his brother. He was only thinking about you and how his body was burning and screaming at him to follow you and stop Rotxo from touching you.

“You good, bro?” Lo’ak nudged his brother’s side with his elbow upon seeing his sudden discomfort.

“Actually, I’m feeling unwell.” Neteyam lied before excusing himself from the group and stating that he was going for a walk to try and walk it off. Another clear lie. He was going to follow you.

His feet carried him across the sand, away from the celebrations around the large bonfire on the beach. His head was spinning as he continued into the direction you and Rotxo had vanished in.

Your back was currently against a large tree trunk, hands resting on Rotxo’s chest as he feverishly pressed his lips to yours. His hands were moving along from your hips up to your tits, grazing the shells that were covering your hard buds.

“Fuck,” Rotxo mumbled between kissing sloppily along from your lips to your jaw and neck. “You’re so hot.”

You moaned in response, titling your head back to encourage his kisses to move along to that sweet spot on the crook of your neck.

Neteyam’s ears twitched at the sounds and stepped closer into the direction it was coming from. And then he saw it. He saw you and Rotxo. He saw you whimper under Rotxo, who’s hand was now cupping your pussy over your loincloth.

He wondered how many times you had let people touch you there. Probably more than he could count… and he quickly found himself wanting to cut Rotxo’s hands off to prevent him from doing it again.

Before Neteyam could even think about what he was doing, he cleared his throat loudly – effectively breaking you and Rotxo away from each other.

Rotxo pulled away from you in shock, looking seephish like a deer caught in headlights whilst you stood nonchalantly. You had been expecting him to show up, you just didn’t expect him to break the show apart.

Your breathing hitched at the sight of Neteyam. His tail was whipping around and his ears flicked up angrily. His body was tense, tightening the definition of his muscles as he clenched his fists and gritted out one word with a clenched jaw. “Hum (Leave).”

“Come on cuz, we’re just having a bit of fun.” Rotxo exhaled with a nervous chuckle, putting his hands up to feign innocence.

Neteyam’s eyes flittered from the boy to you. Panting loudly, your body stilled with your back remaining against the tree wondering what was going to happen next.

“I don’t think Ao’nung would see it that way.” Neteyam challenged before facing the Metkayina boy and continuing, “leave before I tell him how his best friend is fondling with his twin sister.”

Grunting, Rotxo glared at Neteyam before turning to you. “I’ll see you around, sevin (pretty).” He then begrudgingly walked off, bumping his shoulder into Neteyam’s as he did – earning a growl in response.

As soon as Rotxo had disappeared through the trees and was out of earshot, you stepped towards the infuriated forest boy with your arms crossed over your chest. “What the fuck was that, Neteyam?”

He unclenched his defined jaw, staring down at you but you were met with silence from him and the humming of the fauna which inhabited the beach’s small forest. Uncrossing your arms, you moved your hands up to his chest pushing your fingertips against his warm skin. “Speak.”

His large hands unexpectedly clasped around your small wrists, grabbing them and pulling you into him. With your body was flush against his, you could feel the heat of his breath on your face as you stared up at him wide-eyed. You heart was pounding against your ribcage, and he could feel it on his abdomen.

Inhaling deeply, his gaze moved down your body. “I can smell you,” he rasped. Your scent was intoxicating to him; your face felt hot at his comment. The wetness between your thighs was only growing more as he spoke to you. “Such a filthly little slut. Did Rotxo do that to you? Did he make you feel like that?”

“N-no.” You gasped out, trying to wriggle out of his firm grip. And it was true. Despite Rotxo’s touches, you hadn’t begun to feel aroused until Neteyam was there.

He snarled, sniffing in your scent more. “Liar.”

“What? N-Netyam no I was-”

One of his hands quickly released your wrist, cutting you off and he crouched down to lift the small drape of your loincloth to reveal the growing wet patch on the fabric covering your now sopping cunt.

“Then what’s this, hm? You let every Na’Vi who touches you, make you feel like this?” His breath was tickling your thighs now and you subconsciously clenched them together. You were embarrassed because nobody had ever made you feel this wet before. Neteyam was barely touching you and yet your body was fully prepared to submit to him.

You weren’t sure what to tell him. You wanted to say that it was all him but were fearful of the rejection you might face. Rejection was a concept you were not familiar with.

“Tell me, yawntutsyìp (darling).” He gazed up at you with a smirk on his face. The bioluminescent markings on his skin were glowing, emphasising his handsome features. It made it difficult for you to look away from him.

Inhaling sharply at the name, you struggled to find your voice – lips parting with no words able to come out.

“Oh, is the dirty little slut unable to speak now?” He grinned menacingly, dropping the drape of your loincloth and wrapping a hand around your thigh. You shivered under his touch, never having felt this way before about anyone touching you.

His kneeling position in front of you was only turning you on more and filling you with the desire to push his head into your cunt. The tips of his fingers lightly brushed against the back of your inner thigh and you could feel your knees grow weak.

“N-Neteyam… It’s not everyone who t-touches me…”

His forehead creased and a primal growl sounded past his throat. “Stop lying to me.” His grip around your wrist and thigh tightened.

“I’m not lying, you skxawng.” You hissed out, trying to wriggle out of his grip again but it only tightened more.

“Fine.” He looked at you with disbelief evident in his orbs as he stood up, towering over you again and finally releasing his grip on you. “Is it just Rotxo then?”

“No,” you huffed out, surprisingly missing his grip on you. “Rotxo didn’t make me feel like this.”

“What about the others?”

“Nobody has ever…” You fumbled with your words, unsure of how to tell him.

“Then why do I keep seeing you with different Na’Vi?” His fingers grazed over your stomach and down to the waistband of your loincloth. You wondered if he could feel the butterflies within you. “Let me guess… It’s because you are indeed whoring yourself out.” He gently tugged at your waistband, letting it snap back against your skin making a soft gasp escape your lips. “Which means you can find someone else to deal with that wet mess down there.”

He began to back away from you and in desperation you tried to reach out, wrapping your delicate fingers around his hard bicep. “No, please wait Neteyam! Let me explain!”

He only shook himself out of your grasp and continued walking, calling out in frustration as he made his way past a few trees. “I’m sure Rotxo will finish what he started.”

“It wasn’t Rotxo, it was you Neteyam.” You grumbled, sinking to your knees in frustration. He was too far to hear your words. To hear the truth.

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It had been a week since Neteyam left you high and dry. You did not even have the urge to seek out anyone else for any physical affection because all you could think about was him. Nobody had ever aroused you so much before and it was only adding up to the pent-up frustration you had towards the insufferable forest warrior.

The tension was thick between you both. More snarky remarks were made at each other than how it had previously been. All of your siblings were beginning to catch on to it too.

You and Neteyam had been bickering with each other all day. You were pointing out every time his diving techniques were incorrect and not helping him perfect them which was annoying him to no end.

“No, it’s like this.” Tsireya giggled at Lo’ak’s postion. He looked like he was going to cannonball. “You must place your arms tight on the side of your head before you dive and hold your core strong. You want to go deep; the correct position will help you glide down further into the water.” Tsireya lifted her hands up above her head to demonstrate before leaping off the wooden dock, moving into a pike position and elongating her posture again effectively flowing into the water with minimum ripples and splashes surrounding her.

You grinned at your baby sister, watching her effectively submerge her slim body deep into the ocean. She was perfect at demonstrating and teaching the forest people.

She reached the surface again and Tuk squealed out in excitement. “I wanna try!”

“Of course, you can all try!” Tsireya called out to the group, waving them to join her in the water.

Lo’ak was eager to join and did so, attempting to dive in – only to hit the water in a bellyflop position as he didn’t lean forward enough. The loud smack of his stomach hitting the ocean made you all laugh erupt into a fit of laughter.

“Do better forest boy!” Ao’nung shouted as Lo’ak reached the surface whining in pain and clutching his stomach.

Neteyam glared at Ao’nung and in turn, you glared at Neteyam. He rolled his eyes at the scowl on your face before turning his focus back onto his sisters.

Kiri and Tuk were next to join, with the older sister perfecting the dive with ease. However, Tuk didn’t jump out far enough and was due to come back up right under the dock. She would hit her head if someone didn’t pull her away quick enough and your adrenaline kicked in.

You inhaled and without a second to spare, dove into the clear waters searching for the young dark blue girl. She had dived in pretty deeply and you found her struggling to swim up to the surface. You were by her side in an instant with your tail and arms propelling you into her direction. Wrapping your hand around her small one, you gently tugged her with you to which she smiled gratefully through her air-filled cheeks. You stifled a giggled at her adorable expression.

Once you both broke the surface, a good distance from the edge of the dock, the young girl gasped out for air.

“What did you do to her?!” Neteyam demanded heatedly, wanting to know why it took so long for his baby sister to return to the surface because when she did, she was struggling to catch her breath and letting light gags of seawater out of her mouth.

“It’s okay, Nete! Y/N helped me!” Tuk coughed and tried to tell her brother upon seeing his cross demeanor.

“Mawey (calm), brother.” Kiri rolled her eyes. She saw you help Tuk beneath the surface and turned to nod at you in appreciation, bowing her head. “Irayo (thank you.)”

You smiled at her, “no worries. I didn’t want Tuk to hurt herself.”

“I know, it’s appreciated. Ignore my brother, he has been a bit hot headed since we left the forest.” She attempted to excuse her brother’s behaviour.

A short chuckle left your lips, “don’t worry about it, Kiri.” You knew that Kiri’s words may have held some truth but you knew that her older brother’s attitude towards you was partly your own fault.

“Ungrateful skxawng.” You rolled your eyes at Neteyam before going back under, swimming deep down to the coral reefs and surrounding yourself with the colourful fish that inhabited the area.

Neteyam suddenly felt a sense of guilt wash over him. You were only helping and yet, he assumed the worse. Maybe he thought too badly of you… he was just so confused about his feelings towards you.

“Your turn monkey boy.” Ao’nung nudged him with a smirk.

Neteyam scoffed at the name and moved into a diving position on the wooden ledge. Neteyam was about to leap into the water, but Ao’nung suddenly had another idea. He watched Neteyam jump, only to swing his leg up next to dark blue Na’Vi kicking him off balance.

Neteyam yelped out, air leaving his lungs as Ao’nung knocked him off balance. He knew the action was due to his accusation that you had done something to Tuktirey. He can’t blame your brother… he’s been in multiple situations where he’s protected and defended his younger siblings too. He would have been angry if not for his urgent need to preserve his breath before hitting the water from his deep diving position.

“Ao’nung!” Tsireya scolded as Neteyam hit the water with a splash.

You floated around the seabed, gently stroking the bioluminescent creatures that swam and crawled around you next to the coral. It was something you liked to do to help you unwind and when you needed a moment alone.

Neteyam had been driving you insane. You had so many mixed feelings towards him. Why did someone so attractive have to be such an arrogant asshole?

You clicked your tongue, calling some of the fish over to you and your soft fingers petted their smooth scales until you felt something brush up against your side.

Twirling around, you spotted a thin dark blue striped tail brushing up against your leg. Neteyam. Facing him, your forehead creased expectantly.

‘What do you want?’ You signed to him with your hands.

Over the past few weeks he had adjusted rather quickly to your clan’s sign language, or ‘finger talk’ as the Sully kids had called it.

Neteyam’s expression was focused as he moved his fingers but he looked tired, like the breath had been knocked out of his lungs. It seemed like he was going to need to go back up for air soon.

‘I want to say,’ he paused, ‘I’m sorry. Thank you for helping little sister.’

You smiled. This was the first time he had ever apologised to you for something. ‘It was no trouble. I understand you want to protect your siblings. You know I won’t ever let them be in danger and will help them if I can.’ You signed back before turning to swim away.

Neteyam struggled to swim up to you and his hand latched onto your tail, pulling you back before you could sim further away.

You spun around, eyes squinting at the forest Na’Vi. ‘What are you doing? You need to go back up to breathe soon.’

‘I will be fine.’ He was clearly not going to be if he didn’t go back up now. You were far too deep on the seabed and judging by the purple tones in his face from the sea pressure he was clearly running out of time and would probably pass out if he didn’t get air soon. You did not want to be the reason his skxawng ass could possibly die.

‘What else then?’ You rushed your hand’s movements.

‘I’m also sorry for thinking so badly of you.’

Head tilting, your eyes widened in surprise at his signed words. His eyes were soft as he looked at you. He was being sincere.

“And I’m sorry for my bad behaviour towards you.” He tried to sign but his movements were becoming slower. This was not a good sign and you needed to act fast before he lost consciousness, so you did the only thing you could think of.

You did not want to be the reason his skxawng ass could join the ancestors with Ewya today.

Your hands quickly found their way to the sides of face, cupping his jaw and pulled him into you. With your eyes closing, your lips parted as you placed them on top of his soft, plump lips and you gently flickered your tongue over his, wanting him to part them.

His eyes were wide as you kissed him and then realised what you were trying to do. He eagerly opened his mouth against yours and you slowly began to blow the air out of your lungs and into his mouth.

As he inhaled, his hands found their way to your waist, gripping on for dear life and in appreciation as you helped him breathe deep down on the ocean’s floor.

For a moment, he was so engrossed in the feeling of your mouth pressed against his that he had forgotten what was happening and that you were both not kissing each other for your own pleasures. That was until you pulled away.

‘Come. You should be feeling good enough to swim back up now.’ You signed after letting go of his face. His grip on your waist disappeared and you began to swim back up to the surface with him hot on your tail.

Feeling good enough was an understatement for Neteyam though. He found himself only wanting to kiss you properly when you both broke the water’s surface, gasping for air.

Your heart was racing whilst your face took in the sky and heat from the sun. Everything around you was blurred and your hearing was muffled as you heard your heart pounding over the distinct laughter of Tsireya with Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk.

“A-are you okay?” You let out a shaky breath, now facing the forest boy you had just kissed minutes ago.

“Yes.” He panted, treading the water.

“Good,” you started, lifting your hand up to his sharp ear and pinching it with a hiss, “don’t dive so deep without enough air in your lungs!”

“Ow!” He groaned, pushing your hand away from his ear. “I would have been fine without whatever that kiss was.”

“I did not kiss you!” You seethed, splashing water to his face in annoyance. “I was saving your life!”

He scoffed before the corners of his mouth curled up into a smirk. “Fine. Thank you. But, you know, if you did want a kiss you could have just asked.”

“I would never.” Your face felt hot but you were uncertain whether it was from the heat of the sun or not.

“Really?” He teased, “it didn’t seem that way last week when-”

“Tsmuke (sister)!” Ao’nung called out from a distance, interrupting Neteyam. He glides by you both on his Tsurak (Skimwing), coming to a slow as he neared you. “Some of us are going hunting outside the reef in a bit, want to join?”

“Yeah sure, I’ll come now.” You replied a little too quickly with a smile, eager to remove yourself from the current conversation with Neteyam and your pounding heartbeat.

---

Here you were again. Prancing around in your tiny little loincloth and small covering, embroidered with a range of pastel-coloured pearls, hanging loosely over your breasts. There were peals hanging of your ears and littered throughout your un-braided hair. But what was the most eye catching out of your attire was the large pearl necklace adoring your neck.

You were beaming as you practically skipped through the mauri pods. You were looking as gorgeous as ever and were beyond ecstatic for tonight. The Tulkun had returned after their migration again and the whole clan was already celebrating with festivities and the annual Metkayina rituals.

As you reached the last marui pod at the end of the dock, you excitedly dove in. Your senses were consumed with the coolness of the ocean and the songs of your clan’s spirit brothers and sisters.

You called out for Paysyul (Water Lily).

Paysyul was your spirit sister. A young female Tulkun. You had bonded with her when you were a little babe. She was fearless and graceful, full of strength and intelligence. Nothing in your 21 years of life had ever compared to the bond you shared with her. She was your greatest comfort, reassurance, and source of happiness. She understood you like nobody else did.

Her whaling echoed nearby, and you grinned. It sounded like music to your ears. Swimming in the direction of her song, you began to sing back. The harmonious noise erupting from your mouth along with a few air bubbles.

“Oeyä tsmuke (my sister). How are you? You seem different but as beautiful as ever.” She sang happily, softly nudging one of her large fins into you.

“Life has changed quite a bit since we last met. I have missed you dearly, Paysyul.” You signed, with a sheepish smile plastered on your features. “There are new people in the clan. Na’Vi from the forest. They look very different from us Metkayina.”

“So, that’s what is different with you. You have taken a liking to one of these newcomers, I see.”

Sometimes, Paysyul could see right through you. Even when you presented yourself as closed, you remained and open book to her. She understood your feelings before you even understood them yourself.

Your brows furrowed whilst a small frown appeared on your face. “I am unsure,” you gingerly moved your fingers, looking into her eyes. “He makes me so mad sometimes and I feel like I hate him, yawne tsmuke (beloved sister). But other times… he is all I find myself thinking about. He is the only one I want to become intimate with nowadays. I haven’t explored with another in a couple weeks.”

Over the next few hours, you continued to explain how infuriating Neteyam could be with his assumptions about you, how much you both argued with each other and how confusing his rudeness with you was because you had seen him be so kind, loving, and strong. You saw how smart he was and how skilled he was. You saw how protective he was over his family. And you couldn’t deny your attraction to him.

And you had told Paysyul about many of the scenarios you had been in with the forest boy. That night when he caught you with your brother’s friend, that night in the forest where he told Rotxo to leave and had barely touched you yet made you weak in the knees, the day where he apologised to you and you had to kiss him so he wouldn’t lose consciousness on the ocean floor next to the reef.

The Tulkun beside you, hummed – eyes squeezing shut before slowly opening again. “I sense that is your answer to your confused passion and desires. You do not hate him but feel the opposite.”

“Are you implying that I’m mistaking the passion for romantic feelings as hatred?”

“I am not implying. I am telling you that you are. And if, judging by everything that you’ve told me. He feels the same about you too.”

Your head and heart were swirling with emotion after your time with Paysyul earlier today.

Lanterns were lit everywhere around the beach, marui pods and docks next to the glowing ocean under eclipse. The people of the clan were either swimming with their spirit Tulkun’s or dancing in celebration on the beach but you remained by the docks, lost in deep thought.

Sitting on the wooden ledge, you kicked your legs, feet floating on the surface of the water with your toes dipped in.

“Why aren’t you with your spirit sister?” A deep voice interrupted your train of thought and your body jolted lightly at the sound, ears twitching in acknowledgement. You hadn’t even heard anyone approach and it took you by surprise.

“Why aren’t you joining in on the festivities?” You retorted, turning your head to face the intruder.

Neteyam stepped closer, gesturing to the spot beside you. “Mind if it sit?”

You hummed, sceptically eyeing the dark blue Na’Vi, “go ahead.”

He adjusted his movements, placing himself beside you and his muscular thigh lightly brushed against yours. His skin felt hot on yours and you sucked in a breath whilst his feet dangled lower into the water than yours were.

“I was with my spirit sister all afternoon. She’s playing with the clan’s newborns right now. Many of our people gave birth whilst the Tulkun were gone so she was excited to see them.”

Neteyam nodded in understanding, the bond between the Tulkun and Metkayina was one like family. Stronger than the forest clan’s bond with the Ikran it seemed.

“I was joining the festivities until I realised that I didn’t have this annoying presence disturbing my evening like usual,” he gave you a wink as he smiled at you.

“What a charmer.” You snorted but your insides were tingling. Had he really come to look for you?

“I always am.” He laughed, although it quickly died down and you were both left in a comfortable silence staring at the now dark sky and the twinkling stars which graced it. The air was warm as you both sat beside one another, and your head felt light at the feeling of his skin against yours. “The view of the stars from the reef is much clearer than it is at home.”

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Neteyam’s gaze was on your face, watching your eyes reflect the sparkling stars in wonder. The light from the moons were casting a shadow on your face with your bioluminescent markings glowed under. He couldn’t take his eyes off your breath-taking features.

“It is,” he agreed. “Very beautiful.” His eyes flittered back up to the sky. “When I was younger, my father told me and my siblings that he came from a star. That it’s why he looks slightly different to other Na’vi and that’s why Lo’ak and Kiri have hands like him.”

You smiled as he reminisced on his childhood but you noticed a sad longing hidden under his usual brooding expression. “Do you miss it? Home?”

“Every day.” He sighed. “I had a whole life and future planned for me there. I was training to become the next Omatikaya Olo’eyktan��”

“Of course,” you nodded in understanding. “You’re the eldest son. Did you not find it overwhelming though?”

He turned to you, eyes narrowing in thought.

“S-sorry, I’m not trying to pry,” you began, fearful that you may have angered him. Normally, you would have wanted to get a rise out of him but only under the right circumstances. He was opening up to you about the real him. The Neteyam that wasn’t constantly teasing and mocking and aggravating you.

He let out a light chuckle. “You’re not, I’m just thinking… I guess I did find it overwhelming, exhausting even, but I did not know any different until now. I’m not sure what my purpose is here amongst the Metkayina, yet.”

“I’m sorry,” you deflated upon hearing his uncertainty, gently placing your hand upon his thigh next to yours. “I know your circumstances are difficult.”

“Your father asked me to join the Metkayina warriors after I claim my Skimwing soon.”

“Oh, that’s good!” Your fingertips tapped his thigh excitedly and he grinned with his tail swishing behind him. “That means you’ll officially be one of us.”

Since arriving, as Jake, Neytiri and Neteyam were the adults within the Sully family, they were all slowly going through your clans’ steps of Iknimaya. The last step to officially becoming Metkayina was to claim and tame a Skimwing. One of the fiercest creatures within the Pandora oceans that Na’Vi could bond with.

“I will be… that means you’ll never be able to get rid of me and my skxawng ass.” Laughter left his throat whilst he lightly nudged you with his broad shoulder on the side and your face dropped.

“Oh Eywa,” you muttered, shaking your head in defeat. “You’re really gonna make my life a living hell, huh?”

“Only if you want me to, yawntutsyìp (darling).”

Neteyam was leaning close to your face now. So close that you could feel your breathes mixing. His green orbs drifted down to your lips and you stilled for a second before retracting your hand from his leg until his large hand firmly grasped yours and pulled it back.

With your breathing suddenly hitching, he took the opportunity to pull you closer and place his lips on yours before quickly pulling back.

Your eyes were wide and your heart was soring. He had just gave you a soft, delicate peck on the lips filled with teasing adoration. “Neteya-”

Before you could even finish your words, his eyes drifted shut and his lips were on yours again. Your eyes fluttered closed upon feeling the warmth of his mouth on yours. He tasted sweet, like the fruits on the reef and you leaned in for more.

This kiss wasn’t like the one you had both shared on the seabed and this wasn’t like the soft peck he had given you just seconds ago. This was deep and hungry and filled with desire like he was fulfilling something.

He had been desperate to kiss you again after you saved him on the seabed a couple weeks ago.

His tongue, flicked over you bottom lip and you granted him access, parting your lips and allowing his sharp fangs to graze your bottom lip teasingly, making you moan into the kiss. Your lips were moving in sync, occasionally tasting each other with your tongues whilst his hand guided yours up to his chiselled jaw.

Your hand gratefully pulled him into you as your other hand snaked around the back of his neck, loosely tugging at his braids. His hands then slid across your sides, roughly grabbing your waist and hips as if he was trying to pull you further into him.

“Fuck,” he moaned between the kiss, panting. You let out a small giggle. “You have no idea how gorgeous I think you are, yawntutsyìp.”

“I could say the same for you, forest boy.” You pressed your forehead onto his, the action soft and intimate and he felt his insides burst with excitement. “I want to show you something,” you whispered.

But this time, you wanting to show someone something. Show him something, had meaning. This wasn’t like your usual escapades. And you wanted it to be your last.

“Show me what,” the corners of his lips twitched up and he gave you a look full of inquisitiveness.

“The Cove of the Ancestors.”

“Aren’t Metkayina only allowed there?” He leaned back, eyes confused.

A grin appeared on your face. “You’ll be one of us, soon enough.”

You called out for your Ilu, clicking your tongue. After a few seconds he quickly approached, head sticking out of the surface beside yours and Neteyam’s feet dipping into the ocean. His head rubbed up against your ankles affectionately and you slid off the dock and into the water.

The seawater was warm tonight, reflecting the heat of the earlier daytime. You greeted your Ilu, stroking it’s neck and hastily made tsaheylu. Mounting the creatue, you stuck your hand out towards Neteyam encouraging him to join you.

He hesitated before taking your hand and pushing himself off into the water next to you before holding tightly onto your hand and climbing on behind you. His larger frame consumed your smaller one and you basked in the sensation of your back pressed against his front, your tail wrapping around one of his legs to secure his position.

“Are you scared?” You teased, feeling his increased heartbeat against you.

His hands slid around your waist, gripping it tightly as he leaned down. Lips brushing against your sharp turquoise ear, the heat of his breath making the hairs on your skin rise. “Never,” he whispered.

And without warning you took off, gliding deep into the water. His grip on you tightened and his tail wrapped around your thigh whilst your Ilu propelled off into the direction you had instruction. You both shot past the people of your clan within the water who were singing, dancing and playing with the Tulkuns.

Neteyam’s heart and mind were soaring as he clung onto you. He had been thinking about this day since he had met you. The day where he could fi ally have you all to himself.

Luckily, with majority of your clan occupied with their spirit brothers and sisters, The Cove of Ancestors was void of any other Na’Vi.

The underwater spirit tree was glowing, illuminating the cove in mighty shades of white, pink and purple. The bioluminescence of the area was radiant and your smiled as you instructed your Ilu back up to the surface.

Neteyam gasped for air behind you, eyes wide at his surroundings. “This is amazing.”

“There’s a place we can sit over there,” you nodded towards the half moon crescent shaped rocks which enclosed the cove. You broke tsaheylu with your Ilu and Neteyam dismounted the gentle creature with you, swimming beside you into the direction of the large rocks.

Once you both reached it, you hoisted yourself onto the soft, squishy moss-covered rocks and sat on the edge.

Neteyam stayed in the water, head twirling, taking in the landscape with a wonderous expression before lifting himself up onto the rocks to join you. The water droplets cascading down his abdomen and biceps made you swallow thickly… his effect on you had you in a trance.

“So,” he began, his deep tone mocking, “how many Na’Vi have you brought here?”

“None.”

His eyes were suddenly darker, flashing you with hunger and anger. “Are you lying to me again, yawntutsyìp?”

“I have never lied to you, Neteyam.” The offence was prominent in your voice.

“Why did you bring me here then? Surely you would be in trouble with Tonowari and Ronal if they found out you’d brought me here before I’ve completed my last step to become Metkayina.” His arms outstretched behind him, providing support for him to lean on as his legs dangled off the edge of the rocks and into the water.

“My parents will not know you are here. I had a conversation with Paysyul earlier,” you began, nerves budding within your stomach. “And I wanted to see if something was true or not.”

“See if what is true or not?”

You sat up, lifting your legs over his to straddle his hip- the sudden movement making his lips part in shock. With your hands resting on his broad shoulders, his hands moved to rest on your hips, his fingers softly stroking them and pulling at the waistband of your small loincloth. You inhaled, “let me show you.”

Eyes fluttering shut, you pressed your lips onto his, tasting him again. It felt right. So right and wrong and perfect all at once. He groaned into the kiss, beginning to trail his hands along your silky thighs, making you tingle all over. His hands trailed up your torso as your lips moved together in unison and lightly tugged at the pearls on your top.

“Can I?” He asked, eyes heavy with lust.

“Yes please,” you exhaled, giving him permission to undo the tie of your top which was holding it together over your chest.

“So polite,” he murmured as he peppered wet kisses along your jaw. His hands cupped your bare breasts making you moan at the sudden contact, nipples hardening under his touch. “Tell me how many you have let touch you here.”

“W-what?” your lips parted in a stutter.

His fingers quickly found your hardened buds and pinched them, causing you to gasp out loud. You sounded so pretty to him. “You heard what I said. Tell me, oeyä tìyawn (my love),” he rasped out at the feeling of you squirming on top of his lap. The bulge within his loincloth growing harder by the second.

“F-fourteen.” You whimpered as he pinched your hardened buds again. His words, oeyä tìyawn, ringing out in your head – making your heart thump inside your chest and building a heat between your thighs.

“How about now?” He smirked lazily, beginning to massage your needy tits in his large hands.

“Fifteen.” You moaned into him, pressing your lips to his and pulling him closer to you, trying to create more friction between your legs. You could feel his hard length under you and slowly began to grind your crotch into his.

“Such a desperate little slut, huh?” He hummed, a small growl leaving his throat as he felt your dampened loincloth on his legs. “You’d let anyone touch you, wouldn’t you?”

“N-no, Neteyam.”

His hands moved to your lower back whilst his lips trailed along your neck, sucking lightly on the flesh. A harsh, sudden smack landed on your ass cheek and your back arched into him as you were whimpering.

“Then why do you act like a dirty little whore?” He growled as your grip on his shoulders tightened.

“J-just wanted you to touch me.” Panting out, you finally told him what you had been craving for weeks. “Thought you hated me so I- I went looking elsewhere.”

“Oh, yawntutsyìp (darling).” He sighed, hands suddenly on either side of your neck. He pulled your face into his and slid his tongue into your mouth which you gratefully accepted. The heat of his mouth and the hardness between his legs made your core tighten and you feel your slick seeping through your loincloth.

He broke the kiss, quickly wrapping his arms around you and lifted you off his lap, carefully placing you on your back and settling himself between your quivering legs. His strong arms were now on either side of your head and your small hands grasped onto them.

“Neteyam,” you whined, lifting your hips to try and meet his.

“What is it?” he cooed, “is my little slut desperate for cock?” His hips suddenly snapped into yours, harshly grinding his bulging length into your damp heat causing you to moan at the friction.

“I want to touch you,” a mewl escaped your lips, hands reaching for his loincloth to remove it and he groaned in pleasure, allowing your fingers to undo the knot keeping it strapped around his hips.

His large, thick blue cock sprung out, hitting his stomach and your jaw dropped at the sight. His length was so much bigger than the few dicks you had touched before, and so much prettier too. The thick, mushroom head shaped tip was oozing precum and you reached forwards, gently grasping his long cock in your smooth hands.

Your thumb, slowly ran over the head of his cock, collecting the beads of precum dripping from it and you retracted your hand, placing your thumb in your mouth to taste him. Your tongue whirled around it and he moaned in stratification, “fuck.”

You smirked, hand reaching down to touch him again, only for him to pull back, keeling between your parted legs. “Lift your hips for me, yawntutsyìp.”

Obliging, your hips lifted from the ground, allowing him to pull your loincloth down your legs at an agonisingly slow pace. Your face flushed and as soon as he had removed it past your ankles, you had tried to snap your legs such in embarrassment. You had never had anyone stare at your so forward and directly down there and it made your insides squirm.

“Don’t be shy on me now,” he let out a deep laugh, strong hands resting on your knees and prying your legs open again.

His sheer strength was turning you on to no end and you began to feel the wetness drip down your untouched folds.

“Oh Eywa,” he breathed out, eyelids heavy as he took you in. You were sprawled out beneath him, tits plump and pussy glistening from slick. “You’re so pretty for me.”

“Now tell me,” he purred, hand grazing along your withering inner thighs until his fingers reached your slick covered, throbbing folds. You let out a high pitched gasp at the contact, legs parting wider in full submission to the dark blue Na’Vi above you. He stroked a finger between your lower lips and you whined, bucking your hips. “How many have touched you here?”

“S-six.” He quickly slid a long digit into your wet heat and you cried out.

“How about now?” He demanded in a low tone, slowly thrusting his finger out and back into you, curling it up into you.

“Se-seven!” You moaned.

His finger continued thrusting into you and your walls squeezed around him. “So fucking tight. Are you sure it’s only Seven?”

“Yes!” You whined, lifting your hips to reach his movements, only for him to add another finger and you gasped out again. Your body was jolting in pleasure. “Y-you feel so good, Neteyam.”

“I know, yawne (love).” He shushed you, leaning over to kiss you and continue moving his fingers inside of you. The squelching of your wetness filled the air and his cock throbbed. You eagerly kissed him back, relishing in the feeling of his fingers curling up into your spongey spot and scissoring you open.

Unexpectedly, he withdrew his fingers and you pouted at the loss of contact making him chuckle. “Lay on your tummy for me, yawntutsyìp.”

Instantly, you flipped over, shifting to your hands and knees and arching your back, lifting your ass into the air to present your ripe, dripping cunt to him. “Such a filthy little thing,” he mused, pressing himself to your back and kissing your shoulders. “So obedient… are you this obedient for the others?”

“No,” you exhaled titling your head back into his touches on your back, “only you, Netyam.”

“Good girl.”

You mewled, arching your back into him, feeling his hard, thick cock slide against your dripping cunt. It was a sensation you hadn’t ever experienced, and you suddenly craved more. You need more. You needed him.

His hand wrapped around the base of his length and guided the tip of his dick along your slick heat. He moaned against your skin, the deep vibrations on your shoulder blades filling you with need and excitement.

“How many?” He asked, fangs grazing your skin and playfully tapping his cockhead on your clit.

You moaned, bucking your hips back into him. “H-how many what?”

He growled, fangs nipping at your shoulder. “How many cock’s have filled you up?”

“None,” you breathed out. You instantly felt him freeze above your body and your heart sunk. He pulled back, leaning away from you, leaving you on all fours and you suddenly wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“Ne-Neteyam?” The crack in your voice sent a pang of pain through his heart, guilt consuming all of his sense.

You were a virgin.

And all this time he assumed that you were being dicked down by a new Na’Vi every week when in actual fact, you had never been dicked down at all. Regret quickly consumed him as all the harsh words and ways that he had treated you rushed through his mind.

You pulled your legs forward, curling yourself up into a ball, covering yourself with your back to him. You felt small and embarrassed and wanted to disappear. Maybe this was a mistake…

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“For what?” Sniffling, tears began to well up in your blue eyes.

His hands softly touched the sides of your arms as he crouched down behind you. “I didn’t know.”

“Of course, you wouldn’t,” a scoff escaped your now dry throat, “you just think I’m the clan’s royal whore. The Olo’eyktan and Tsahík’s eldest daughter who fucks everyone in sight, right?”

He swallowed nervously, sadness blooming within his chest. This was his fault. He had been so horrible to you because of all the assumptions and mocking. His heart was shattering as he realised how unfair he had been and how much it had impacted you as you now sat here with your back to him, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“No, Y/N, that’s not true. It wouldn’t matter to me at all even if it was,” he began, voice desperate as he tried to explain himself – hands comfortingly stroking your arms. He leaned his forehead into the back of your head, the curly strands and pearls in your hair, tickling his face as he pressed a kiss onto you.

“I’ve just hated seeing you with other people and I wasn’t sure why at first but now I know… it’s because oel ngati kameie (I see you) and I want you. And my behaviour towards you has been because I didn’t want to admit that to myself. I didn’t feel worthy enough for you so I started picking fights and being mean to you to try and come up with excuses as to why I didn’t like you. It was purely out of denial.”

“What are you talking about, Neteyam?” Your heart was bursting and pounding in your ears at his words. At his truth.

“I see you, Y/N. I see how strong and skilled you are. I see how you’ll try to protect anyone around you, even if it means you’ll put yourself in danger too. I see how caring you are with those you love and how considerate you can be. I see how you will stop at nothing to get what you want. And I see how truly and utterly beautiful you are from the inside to out. I have fallen for you since I arrived here in Awa’atlu and you are the chief’s eldest daughter. The clan’s Golden Girl. I didn’t feel good enough for you. Seeing you with other people made me think you didn’t want me so I was trying to pretend that I didn’t want you.”

Tears were falling down your face at his confession. Everything his said rang through with sincerity and yearning and your insides swelled in delight and relief. He wanted you as much as you wanted him.

“Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam.” The three words escaped your mouth, barely above a whisper but he heard them. He smiled against your hair, inhaling your sweet aroma and sighed, pulling you closer. “We’ve been complete skxawngs then, haven’t we? Nobody has made me feel the way you do.” You laughed lightly through your tears, leaning back into his embrace.

“We have.” He laughed with you before scooting around to face you, his hands reached your face and he used his thumbs to gently wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “Promise me that you’ll never let another touch you again?”

“I promise. I only want you.” You giggled, leaning in to press your lips to his soft, plump ones but you quickly pulled back with your hand reaching for your large braid hidden between your curly locks. He beamed at your words, eyes widening as you presented him with your queue. “I want to be mated with you, Neteyam. Only you.”

“Are you sure you want this, yawntutsyìp? To be mated for life?” Reaching for his own queue amongst his braids, he was searching for confirmation in your eyes.

You nodded, a small smile gracing your mouth. “I have fallen for you too, Ma Neteyam.”

His lips were on yours in an instant, hungrily chasing your touch as your arms snaked around his neck. With his hands grabbing your thighs, he hoisted you up, pulling you closer to him.

“I want you so badly,” you murmured against his lips, heart full of desire.

Without waiting any longer, he pulled back and lifted his queue up to yours. The tendrils danced and swayed ecstatically, reaching, and desperate to touch each other. You both held the ends of your queue’s closer, the tendrils effectively intertwining causing both of your pupils to dilate whilst you both gasped at the euphoric sensation.

You were breathing, feeling and thinking in sync. You could understand each other’s deepest thoughts and truest emotions. You were now connected and mated for life.

“I need you,” he purred. “Now.” Roughly holding your hips, he pushed you onto your back.

“Oh Great Mother!” You cried as Neteyam pulled your legs apart, lifting your legs over his shoulders. His breath was hot on your inner thighs as he pressed gentle kisses along them, fangs nipping on the flesh until he reached your core.

“Has anyone ever gone down on you before?” He pressed a light kiss on your mound and your shakily exhaled.

“No. I haven’t let them. I was waiting for you, my mate.”

He let out a primal moan, “so good for me.” And dipped his head between your legs, his wet tongue licking up your sweet, slick folds. “You’re delicious.”

Shivering, your hands made their way into his hair, tugging at his braids as he continued to taste your wetness. Letting out a whine, you begged, “I want to touch you, too.”

“Not today, we have the rest of our lives for that so, for now, I only want to feel your sweet pussy around me.” He began to place wet kisses below your belly button, as if he could feel the butterflies swarming within you at his words before continuing, “wanna hear you scream my name when you cum around my cock.”

Small vibrations tingled your skin as he spoke and you could feel yourself loosing all sense of coherent thinking whilst your core began to ache with need. “Neteyam,” you moaned out in desperation.

“You like the sound of that don’t you, yawntutsyìp?” He spoke lowly as he began to rub the pad of his thumb along your warm, wet folds. “So wet and needy… all for me.”

With your arousal dripping as Neteyam slowly slipped a slender finger into your heat making you moan out, you clenched around him and lifted your hips – grinding into him, signalling for more. “Want your cock now, Ma Neteyam.”

He only chuckled, starring up at you with wide, lusty green eyes. “We both know that I won’t fit if I don’t take care of you first, yawntutsyìp.”

“But Nete-”

He suddenly cut you off, pressing his tongue against your heat and licking up your clit making you moan at the heavenly feeling. He then pulled back, sucking wet kisses along your inner thighs whilst he casually slid another finger into your entrance before pushing into you knuckle deep as if he was reaching for beyond your g-spot.

Moaning, your hips lifted to his touch whilst his mouth attached itself to your throbbing clit causing you to gasp out. Moving his fingers, pumping them into you at a steady pace and curling them up into the right spot, you began to arch your back in pleasure, high pitched moans escaping your mouth as his tongue flicked over your sensitive nub.

“F-fuck.”

“Do you feel good, oeyä yawne (my love)?”

Eyes fluttering shut, your fingers laced between the braided locks of his hair, encouraging his movements. “S-so good!”

This made Neteyam’s cock swell with need and he increased the speed he was sucking and lapping at your clit at whilst adding another digit to pump into you. He loved the panting and soft moans which left your perfect lips as your walls tightened around his fingers that were coated in your arousal.

Clenching around his three fingers, he curled them up into you causing you to tug at his hair, tilting your head back in pleasure despite the slight stretch he was giving you as he spread his fingers apart inside of you.

Neteyam let out breathy groans upon the feeling of his hair being pulled at in regards to your pleasure, sending vibrations straight to your clit which his soft lips were wrapped over causing you to cry out. “I- Neteyam, I-.”

He leaned back, allowing your heaving chest to calm down to catch your breath. His eyes were concerned as he gazed up at your fucked out eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel strange.”

Confusion flashed in his orbs before he realised what was happening. He could sense that you were close to your orgasm through tsaheylu and he raised his brows with a smirk before he spoke lowly. “Has nobody made you cum before, pretty girl?”

Your wide eyes said enough. Nobody had ever made you orgasm before. Nobody had pleasured you enough to let you reach that point. Until Neteyam.

“Don’t worry, yawntutsyìp. The first time you cum, will be around my cock. And then when youre ready, I will make you cum in my mouth. Then on my fingers. And then I’ll let you ride my thighs if you’re lucky.”

His deep voice, filled your ears whilst he kissed along your torso up to your chest. Gentely kissing your hardened buds and flicking his tongue over them. Moans escaped your mouth and you felt like a hot, flustered mess.

“I need you, Neteyam.” Sitting up, you bit your lip, using all of your strength to grab Neteyam’s shoulders and push him onto his back. His head hit the mossy rocks beneath you both. You felt desperate and greedy and you wanted him now.

“Oeyä yawne,” you began in a slow, silky tone as you moved above your shocked mate, legs resting on either side of is thick thighs and pussy hovering over of his large, hard cock.

Trailing your fingertips up his thighs, a low groan escaped him as your small hand slowly wrapped around the girthy base of his dick. Veins were running along the base to the mushroom shaped tip of his cock which was throbbing, it’s slit beginning to leaking a bead of precum.

Neteyam’s cock was huge in your hand, you weren’t able to get your index finger and thumb to touch around it. It was mouth-watering, yet, you felt nervous. He was so big.

“Please let me have you,” you purred, placing your other hand on his muscular chest – feeling his fast heartbeat. He swallowed back a moan, moving his hand to wrap tightly around your wrist. Your eyes instantly flickered up to his lusty ones as he halted your movements.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” He began – snaking other his hand onto the curve of your hip, “we can wait.”

You giggled at your mate’s concern. “Please no, I want you so bad.” You lowered yourself until your heat lightly grazed the tip of his thick length. Your slick dripped onto him and he let out an airy breath.

Neteyam wanted nothing more and was absolutely craving to be inside of you and feel you around him. He released your wrist, reaching for the other side of your hip. “I’m all yours, yawntutsyìp.”

And with that, your hand guided the base of his thick, hard dick, lining the bulging tip up against your entrance. Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto his cock by an inch, allowing the head to separate your walls in a dull ache making your hiss at the feeling. However, you knew it would last much longer so you decided to continue sinking even lower onto him until your lit hit his pubic bone and he was buried inside you to the hilt.

Neteyam moaned at the feeling of your convulsing, wet heat around him before his eyes flickered to yours in concern, gently caressing your hips. Your cunt felt so warm, wet and tight around him and all he wanted to do was to flip you over and fuck you into oblivion. But he wanted to prioritise your comfort before anything else.

“Are you okay? You’re doing so well for me, yawne. So perfect.”

With your breath caught in your throat, you carefully exhaled – trying to relish in the pleasurable warmth of feeling every single inch of him so deep inside of you as you adjusted to him stretching you open. You placed your hands on his muscular chest to support yourself whilst you blinked hazily, clenching around him at his praise.

“F-feel so full.”

“Take your time, baby.” He lovingly took one of your hands between his to then place the sweetest kiss on the back of your hand.

“You’re so big, Neteyam.” You whined, fully enjoying the feeling of him filling you up. The pair of you were so comfortable like this, now. Almost satisfying the intimacy you had both needed from each other for so long.

He snickered with a small smirk, “I know.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment but now you felt that you were completely adjusted to his size, you wanted to tease him a little…

Rising your hips up high, his length slid out of you until only the tip of his cock rested between your folds and you quickly sunk back onto him making you both moan at the feeling of him filling you up so fast.

“S-shit.” He stuttered, tightly gripping your hips as he grinded up into you making your walls clench around him. With a small smirk on your lips, you began to repeat your actions – bouncing up and down onto his thick cock and setting a slow and hard pace.

“Such a good girl.” He praised you, eyelids closing as he tilted his head back and large hands grabbed your thighs to help guide you as your rode his length. “K-keep going. Fuck.”

You found yourself becoming desperate for more. Desperate for release. He made you feel so full and you adored the breathy moans and noises he made.

There was nothing better than having the man you used to argue with daily about silly little things, now as your mate underneath you and wanting more.

His hands trailed up your body to your bouncing tits and he gently pinched your sensitive nipples causing soft moans to fill the air until he suddenly grinded up into you, making your walls tighten around him. You cried out as the tip of his cock hit your cervix. He watched in awe when his length continued to slid so deep into you and out again, coating him in your slick whilst your breasts bounced and face contorted in pleasure.

Continuing to meet each other’s thrusts, you felt breathless as his cock continuously kissed the perfect spot inside of you, light cries of pleasure escaping your throat.

“You’re so perfect, Ma Neteyam.” You exhaled, face heating up at how flawless he looked, close to falling apart under you. His abs and arms were flexing, eyes in a love and lust filled haze, lips wet and parted whilst you bounced on his thick length.

He slowed his thrusts whilst you continued to take him. “My pretty girl. Doing so well for me, yawntutsyìp.”

You moaned, speeding up your pace on his length as you clenched around him. Your thighs were beginning to ache from your actions. “Fuck, Nete-”

Before you knew it, he was sitting up still sheathed inside of you and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to halt your movements. With your hands still resting on his toned chest, you breathed out – whines leaving your mouth and confusion crossing your features.

“Get on your knees for me.” He began with a low tone as he panted, “wanna take you from behind.”

Your cunt tightened at his words.

“Yeah, you want me to take you from behind? Your pussy just got so tight around me, dirty girl.”

“Yes,” you mewled, wanting nothing more, “fuck me hard. Give me everything, Neteyam.”

He placed his lips onto yours before pulling out of you and harshly flipping you over making you squeal in surprise. Yours hands gripped the spongey moss underneath you as his large hands gripped your thighs to spread them further apart allowing your arousal to leak out of you.

“Fuck,” your mate cursed under his breath as he dragged a finger along your dripping folds, causing you to push yourself back into his hand in desperation. Retracting his hand, a dark chuckle left his lips, “look at you, baby. So needy for my cock.”

Before you could respond, one of his hands gripped your hip and the other grabbed the base of his veiny cock – guiding it to your slick covered entrance and he easily pushed back into your core. The sensation of him filling you up once again, making you cry out in ecstasy.

Neteyam moaned, watching himself disappear into you before he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Your cunt is so pretty being stretched open by my cock and only my cock,” he growled into your neck, fangs almost piercing your soft skin.

You smiled, biting your lip back. “Bet it would be even prettier stuffed full of your cum.”

“Fuck, that’s it.” Neteyam instantly pulled back before slamming himself back into your heat, your words nearly pushing him over the edge. He continued his actions, repeatedly slamming into you with both hands on your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

Nothing could be heard throughout the cove apart from the sound of the waves crashing against the rock, skin slapping against skin, your fucked-out whines and Neteyam’s airy moans.

The pair of you were completely consumed in feeling each other and making each other feel good. In your lust and love driven hazes, it was like you two were the only people on Pandora.

Neteyam’s balls hit against your clit with every thrust he made, making you arch your back into him. The slightly different angle, allowed his cock to hit deeper within you, brushing against your g-spot causing small cries to leave your throat as you gripped the moss beneath you to steady yourself from his hard thrusts.

“F-faster,” you croaked out between his thrusts – head lolling forwards onto the ground and carrying the only thing you were able to think about: Neteyam.

His hips met your ass one more time before he slowed his pace, a veiny hand grazing along the bare skin of your back making you giggle as his fingertips tickled you. “I said faster, my mate.”

Neteyam laughed lightly, leaning forward, and pressed wet kisses along your shoulders. “Behave or I’ll pull your hair and tail.”

You groaned, pushing your ass back into him, letting his cock brush your cervix. “Please do,” you breathed out.

Once he began to thrust into you again, his hand wrapped around a fist-full of your hair and you moaned as the sensation, your head leaning back as your lips parted. Your walls gripped his cock like a vice and he grunted, using more force to slam his hips into you – a heated feeling of euphoria building up within you.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled between thrusts as your pussy squelched around him, “your cunt is clenching so hard, baby. You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

“Y-yes wanna c-cum s-so bad!”

He smirked, tugging harder on your hair with one hand whilst the other snaked around the base of your tail. You mewled as his fingers began to tighten around your thick tail and the tip of his cock hit your cervix, the pleasure almost becoming overwhelming and you knew you felt that strange sensation again. Neteyam could feel it too.

You could feel everything so intensely; from his cock twitching inside of you as he hit the deepest spot within you to his his hands pulling at your hair and tail. You felt so cared for, so full, so safe and in bliss as your entire body relaxed under his touch and was about to tip over the edge.

“N-Netaym! T-think I’m g-gonna c-cum!”

“I know, yawne, me too.” He panted, groans of pleasure filling the air with your gasps and moans. Speeding up the pace of his hips slamming into you, he began chasing his own high too.

“C-cum in me.”

“Don’t worry, yawntutsyìp. Gonna fill you up so much,” his voice was low and entrancing to your ears. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, cream all over my cock.”

With your cunt clamping down onto his thick cock on last time, you began to see stars as he finally burst with one last thrust, deep into you – thick white ropes of cum shooting out from the tip of his cock and onto your cervix. Your pussy began convulsing around him as your orgasm overtook you.

Loud cries of euphoria left your swollen lips as you came down from your high with shaking legs and Neteyam’s arms wrapped themselves tightly around your waist as he came down from his own orgasm, still buried deep and pumping his seed far into your womb.

“Oh Great Mother,” you breathed out, allowing yourself to collapse onto the softness of the moss-covered rock, letting your mates now softening cock slip out of you. He followed straight after, collapsing beside you, wrapping his hot, sweaty body around yours.

“You were so good for me. Made me feel so good. How are you feeling now?” He puffed out, eyes fluttering closed as he rested his head onto your shoulder after pressing a tender kiss to your soft cheek.

“So good,” you exhaled, chest heaving whist your twisted on your side to take a look at your fucked out mate.

“I’m so happy that you’re mine now,” he dreamily breathed through his nose, hands caressing your sides.

“Does that mean no more bickering?” A giggle left your lips as he pressed a chaste kiss to them.

“I hope not,” he laughed.

And that was it. No more miscommunications. No more hiding feelings. And no more of your exploring with others because Neteyam was the one you had been looking for all along. Of course, you both still bickered over silly little things, but that was what made you fall for each other in the first place.

Neteyam knew his future would be full of spoiling you, and now he wanted to. If excessive demands for new materialistic items would make you happy, then he would do it without hesitation. His mind was already wondering off to how you would show him your thanks for the efforts he would go through to get you whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted it.

It’s funny how how thin the line is between loving someone and hating them.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Can I please request female navi reader x avatar men rotxo, aonung, spider, neteyam, loak, tsutey, Jake and tonowari with reader coming back to them smelling like another guy (if this makes sense) and I don't exactly think the request works for Spider so maybe- idk he saw reader with another dude and got jealous or smth??

Big blue aliens being all jealous and protective is peak food! Thank you for this ask Anon.

Pairing: Jake Sully, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'Tey, Spider Quaritch, Aonung, Rotxo, Tonowari x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, possessiveness, jealousy, scenting, biting, tail shenanigans, growling, cuddles, kissing, grinding, mating bites

A/N: What would be your favorite method of them making you as theirs? Mind would be biting.

JAKE SULLY

He was jealous before, not to this extent because before he couldn't smell another person all over you. Now he can, now he knows when other people want you without seeing it. Seeing it would be even worse then this honestly, he can't have someone dancing around his girlfriend. Soft touches, nuzzles, his cheeks rubbing against yours, making sure his scent drowns out that of the other person is all he wants, all he needs, he doesn't know any other way to deal with these new sensations other then to scent you back, which you're more then willing to do back to him.

NETEYAM

His protective instincts increase tenfold when you come back smelling like another man. Without even thinking about it his tail wraps around your calf, the end of it tapping nervously as he avoids your eyes. Ah, that wasn't... well it was his doing but he doesn't mean to come off as needy or possessive. It's cute how he can do things like these yet be flustered about them after as if its not his natural instincts screaming at him to do it. When he feels your lips brush against his neck in apology his tail tightens, making you yelp then giggle at his adorable reactions.

LO'AK

He shows his jealousy by kissing you breathless, completely out of nowhere too and saying absolutely nothing about why. The truth is he himself doesn't fully know why he's feeling this strongly about it. You're already promised to get married, to become mates, everyone knows it. But still just having another man's scent on you drives him crazy, maybe its because the mating ceremony is getting closer now that you're both ready for it. That's probably the case because you've noticed him being more on edge lately, the anticipation and nerves getting to him even though he tries very hard not to show it.

TSU'TEY

Hisses as he walks up the man whose scent he smells over you. His hand is already on his knife, he's muscles tense with anger, he's presenting a challenge. There have been times where his temper has gotten him in some hot water, but this time it was justified, standing up for his mate, protecting you. One good punch is all that he needed to send him to the floor, grabbing him by the face and roaring at him to stay away from his mate.

SPIDER QUARITCH

Knows that he is at a disadvantage in every way when compared to a Na'vi but he still walks up to you wraps his arms around you and growls and hisses at the guy he saw flirting with you. To them he might not be much of a threat but you this gesture means a lot, that he's willing to go up against those bigger then him just for you. It makes you wrap your tail around his waist and lean down a little to kiss the top of his head. Now he's feeling all smug, flipping the guy off as you turn to walk away.

AONUNG

Ready to body whoever is sniffing around you like everyone doesn't already know you're dating him. In that case he's gonna have to make it even more clear. He's showering you with praise and petnames during training, kissing your cheek when you do things right and grabbing your hand whenever he feels like someone has been looking at you for a bit too long. Makes you a necklace that matches his and although he offers it to you in private he can't help but kiss your hand when he notices how proudly you're wearing it the next day and how your tail is swishing lightly when others compliment it.

ROTXO

Immediately gets you away from the other person, only turning around to glare at them but then giving you a shining smile. He does not want you to know that he's jealous. So he tries to go about his day as usual but you can see that there's something off about the way his tail is always somewhere on you. Its not until you have to part for the day that you confront him about the way he's been acting. He doesn't want to admit it but yeah, he did get a little jealous. He's not the strongest, the fastest, he doesn't really excel at anything so he got a little worried that you might leave him. Of course you wouldn't you're not with him for his set of skills, you're with him because he's charming, funny, caring, gentle with you. That's why you love him.

TONOWARI

His lips are on your mating mark the moment you get into bed with him. He's grumbling, growling, trying to leave his scent over you as fast as he can. Briefly considered going for a swim with you but you just got back from a hunt, so cuddling and nuzzling against you will have to do. Of course it also helps that you're arching into him, wrapping you tail around his and seeking him out, seeking out the bite you too left on his neck, releasing pheromones that drive him crazy with love, and other things too.

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blue-sadie · 10 months

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Lesson Learned

Aonung x Sully Reader x Rotxo

Summary: based off this post

Warning: double penetration, finger sucking, breeding, aged up characters

Yn/3rd person pov

"Come on" rotxo called as aonung dragged me along the beach "where are we going" I laughed the do this all the time, instead of teaching me they drag me off into eywa knows where.

"Just wait and see" aonung smiled back at me pulling me into his side as we entered a little out cove "so what did you guys wanna teach me today" I asked biting my lip in excitement.

They both looked at eachother before turning back to me smirking "have you ever pleasured two men at the same time yn" my face turned a bright purple "w-what" I murmured.

"Of course she hasn't she is a sweetheart" rotxo chuckled and watched as aonung pushed me against the cove wall aonung moving his knee in between my legs causing me to let out a small moan.

"Yeah your right" aonung sighed moving his hands to my waist undoing my skirt straps in one swift movement "aonung" I gasped as my skirt hit the ground.

Aonung stepped aside so he and rotxo can be infront of me "don't you want us to teach you" rotxo murmured as he leaned his hand beside my head I looked down before shamefully nodded.

"Then untie your shirt" aonung chuckled darkly I gulped and shyly moved my hands to untie my shirt they eyes watching my every movement.

They let out groans as my shirt fell exposing my breasts "fuck look at these tits" aonung growled as he started fondling them "fuck" I whimpered as he pinched my nibbles.

Rotxos eyes fell to my untouched pussy smiling to himself as he raised his hand and ran a singular finger up and down my slit "she's already wet" he groaned out and softly started rubbing my clit.

I squirmed and whined under their touch and they cooed and praised as started leaning into their touch "such a good girl" aonung whispered into my ear as he dragged his lips down to my neck and then breast sucking and licking my nibble and rotxo did the same.

"Guys" I mewled out, my eyes flattering as I feel a knot start to form in my stomach "aww is our little girl gonna cum" rotxo cooed fastening his rubbing pace against my clit I looked up at them pleadingly.

"Aww she wants us to let her cum" aonung smirked pulling away from my breasts he looked at rotxo "let her" he murmured and crossed his arms as rotxo made me cum "shit" I moaned out my back arching as I cam, my legs quivering.

"That was hot" rotxo growled as he slowed down his pace aonung hit him lightly "imagine what she's gonna look like when we fuck her" aonung chuckled.

They took off their loincloth and their cocks sprung out making my breath hitch they were huge.

Aonung moved me away from the wall and stood behind me before picking me up and spread my legs so rotxo could have a good view of my pussy.

He adjusted himself in till he slide in "fuck" I mewled leaning my head back against his shoulder as he started thrusting.

"Fuck she's tight" aonung cursed and rotxo chuckled as he came a bit closer "do it" aonung muttered and I looked in confusion till I felt a few of rotxo fingers enter my pussy as well.

I rolled my eyes in pleasure as rotxo moved his fingers as aonung thrusted inside me "shit" I moaned as I was becoming closer to my climax.

"That's it that's it" aonung groaned as I started spasming around him "cum" rotxo grinned and as if on command I cam around his fingers and aonungs cock "fuck yn" aonung muttered through greeted teeth as he cam inside me his seed coating my walls white.

Rotxo grinned as he pulled out his fingers and admired it as cum dripped down his fingers he moved his fingers to my mouth "suck" he murmured and I did rolling my tongue around his fingers getting him to groan.

He gently pulled them out with a pop his eyes half lidded as he looked at me "for fuck sake rotxo stick your cock in her" aonung grumbled adjusting me in his hold, rotxo rolled his eyes stepping closer to me.

"W-wait" I stuttered my eyes widening as rotxo moved his cock infront of my already full entrance "i-i can't" but they didn't listen and pushed in I screamed at the stretch, rotxo and aonung just moaned.

"That's is it princess taking our cocks so well we'll make sure to give you a treat" aonung muttered as they started moving my brain was becoming foggy and my eyes flattering.

"So full" I mewled out as little moans and whines kept falling off my lips they laughed at me before speeding up their pace.

Rotxo grinned as he started rubbing my clit with his hand "fuck rotxo" I whimpered as they started whispering praises to me while letting out groans and growls of their own.

"Shit shew clenching" rotxo muttered I moaned feeling their cocks start to pulse and twich "gonna cum baby" he growled "y-yes" I cried out as tears started to slip out my eyes.

"Let's breed her" aonung groaned my eyes widened as I looked over my shoulder at him "w-what" I asked "we're gonna breed this tiny cunt of yours" rotxo chuckled darkly I tried to speak but it was to late.

I orgasmed my legs started quivering and my breath became uneven as I clenched around them "shit" they cursed cumming inside me and slowed down their pace.

"Fuck we should have these lessons more often".

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Tsyeym

A/N: Yo I thought I posted this last night, took shrooms. Finally just woke back up came and checked and was like no way no one has interacted w this fic and then realized i never pressed post. Rotxo deserves more love so I decided in a little fic for him. Switch x Switch couples are just my cup of tea. This is not my fav but I am a sucker for love and romance. It’s grammarly proofread but not beta read 🤭 (might be looking for another beta reader)

pairing(s): Rotxo x f!Reader, platonic!Ao’nung x f!Reader (briefly)

word count: ~8k

warnings: NSFW / MDNI, Size kink, stomach bulge, face sitting(f!receiving), Cunnalingus, Cumswaping maybe?, Spit, he’s a messy eater you can’t tell me otherwise, beach sex, Jealous!Rotxo, he’s just so sweet and pretty, Unprotected, love taps on your butt, “girl” is used, it’s pretty soft for the most part, he’s obsessed and def a simp

na’vi glossary: sayrìp : handsome, skxawng : moron, tsyeym : treasure / precious

Playfully scrapping had become increasingly popular amongst your friend group since you had been introduced to each other's cultures all those years ago. It was commonplace to play amongst yourselves. Just earlier in the evening you and Ao’nung had just almost spoiled your dinner by shoving each other's faces into the sand after a slap-boxing horseplay over some crustacean turned into a rather enthralling spar that had both of your fathers rooting for and coaching from an imagined sideline (and mothers who were doing more yelling and hooting in excitement then offering tactical advice).

Rotxo had even watched in amusement as it seemed Ao’nung had succeeded in neutralizing you with a knee on your back. Unfortunately, Ao’nung had been a fool and got off of you to turn to his father with a grin. It took you only seconds for you to contort yourself into a crouch and launch yourself into the back of his legs sending him forward onto his knees. His shock gave you enough time to maneuver both of your palms onto the back of his head and dramatically push his face right down into the sand,

“That is for punching me,”

And Rotxo couldn’t help the pang of jealousy at the fact that your pretty thighs straddle his best friend's back. Or the fact that jealousy grew into a painful lump in his throat when Ao’nungs arm hooks behind him to support your frame as he almost barrel rolls half onto his back to pin your thigh under his body and halt your assault with a laugh.

All your family and friends are laughing at the two of you, and your mothers coo as they watch you wipe sand off of Ao’nungs face. Rotxo couldn’t stop the bitter resentment that bubbled in his chest at the sight. He hated feeling this way. He hated the way you made him feel not quite like himself.

Which is why he does his very best at keeping it hidden. Not that it’s hard for him to forget the resentment he feels for you the second you give him your attention. Even only hours after the disgusting display of affection with his best friend. When you kindly ask him to accompany you on a walk he can’t even think about how upset he had been. Even now while your chiding voice disrupts the peacefulness of your walk and the beauty of the light beginning to set over the reef.

“You’re mad because I will not spar with you?”

He cuts off your words. The duck of the young warrior's head, so he could speak to you face to face as you walked down the beach only insults you more. Had he been on the side closest to the soft waves you’d have no doubt shoved him onto his ass into the assaulting water. Obviously that is what you were angry about-

“Is it because I cheat when I fight Ao’nung? If he is so stupid as to keep turning his back on me after all this time then he is at fault,”

You sound genuinely confused as you try desperately to make sense of why Rotxo would rough house with Lo’ak or Neteyam and even Kiri but not you. It’s funny how conceited you sound even as you’re practically bouncing next to him and pestering him like a bug. Rotxo knew a little better than most though regarding the inner workings of your mind. It wasn’t that you were conceited- you were just stupidly confident. He didn’t doubt, however, that one way or another your small frame would beat him simply because he knew you wouldn’t dare give up until you did.

“Besides the fact that I vividly remember when you bit Tinangey in the cheek,” Rotxo try’s to defend his unwillingness to hit you with an annunciation to his story by holding two of his second knuckles to the apex of your cobalt cheek. Long, thick fingers curled against your glowy skin. The same place you had bitten the longed-haired, round-faced, barely tolerable boy all those years ago when you fought. Though in your defense Ao’nung and the group of boys had started a very real fight, and you had only followed in your brother's shadow of retribution.

“And I happen to hit much harder than Ao’nung does,” he adds.

For a second, Rotxo feels like he exudes your same confidence. It’s not an unwarranted comment, however. Ao’nung was less than a head taller than him, but Rotxo had grown into quite an impressive specimen. Wide and as immovable as the waves that crashed outside of the reef you do not venture past. That was more than half the reason why you wanted to spar with the Talioang of a man so terribly.

“You are no fun,”

He can’t help but frown at your words. He knows you aren’t serious- would you spend as much time with him if you did not find entertainment in him? The same insecurity that causes resentment to bubble in his stomach rears its ugly head once more. For a second he feels like he could believe that you had been aware of how he felt and that you used him for validation.

“You should be more thankful to me,” he chides, baring his fangs slightly in a half grinned snarl, “that I refuse to knock any more brain cells out of you,”

You complain he doesn’t horseplay with you the way the others do, but at this moment he organically wraps one palm around the back of your head to pull you into him slightly, so he could cruelly rub his knuckles against the crown of your head.

Because he does roughhouse with you. Rotxo always played with you. Was always there to entertain you because the idea of other men wrapping their hands around the pliable flesh of your flowing form made the ugliest parts of him surface. If it wasn’t Rotxo entertaining you it was your siblings or his best friend. As he had not made any formal claim towards you out of his nerves, unfortunately, had to tolerate it regarding his future Olo'eyktan.

You’re just a terrible little cretin that found delight in the chaos you left in your wake. It’s why you, Lo’ak, and Kiri get into so much trouble. It’s why you poked at Ao’nung. He can swear there’s a part of you that does it just to cause strife in his heart.

He can’t be bothered with pondering over the legitimacy of his accusation partially out of fear that he’s projecting, and perhaps you are just like Ao’nung. Though mostly it’s because of course you are swatting your delicate little hand at him and grumbling about how you’re smarter than him and that he was the stupid one to think otherwise.

It’s endearing how you walk backward as the two of you playfully bicker and fight. Though like always- Rotxo is catching your intended slaps and redirecting your arms to swoop past him. Sometimes even grabbing at your forearms so you can’t help but be pulled around haphazardly by him.

“You are so fucking annoying,”

Your shriek comes as Rotxo almost effortlessly maneuvered you to spin forward and walk ahead of him, while he pinned your arms across your chest. You both stumble over each other's feet as you can’t help but laugh over the fact that he’s made your arms an effective straight jacket. You wiggle and writhe and it halts his walking while you try to dig your heel into the top of his foot. It only results in one of your wrists being let go of and you being spun around like a toy by him.

He had half let you stumble while he used the momentum of your arms to spin you, but he was quick to grab hold of your other wrist, propping you right up.

You were out of breath from the game but you were thankful for the view he presented you with. The violets and oranges of sunset suited the aquamarine of his skin. Dancing between the intricate tidal markings on his body, and forcing your eyes to dance across the defined arms, chest, and neck that were covered in bold black lines. You feel a little silly, being so flustered before him with your whole face purpled. You can help it because he looks pretty at the moment. Absolutely beautiful like always. Like no one you had ever seen before.

Rotxo is quick to heave you up in the air and shake you around. Ruining the view that had just begun to calm you down. Riling you into hysteric laughter while playing with you as if you weighed nothing. You shake in his arms and toss your body around like a mad-woman and you’re cackling just like one.

When he begins to feel merciful you land on your feet, with his arms still pining your hands and arms against your ribs that are rapidly rising and falling. With the welcomed breaths you instantly go back to chastising him.

“That is not sparring, fish-boy! You were just being an imbecile.”

You’re snapping an arm fee so you can poke him in the chest. He can’t help but roll his eyes at your attempt and take your hand to lightly ‘smack’ your face with it.

“You are ridiculous,”

He tried to emphasize his words with a similar assault by your other hand but you offered resistance,

“If you just took me seriously I-“ you’re cut off as you struggle to keep him from playfully making you hit yourself. Thrashing your head around wildly. And he’s just laughing above you because he thinks it’s stupid that you assume he just thinks you can’t fight and that’s why he won’t spar with you. For Eywas sake he watches you win regularly.

It’s like you could read his mind without tsaheylu and the mention of your victories emboldened you. He hadn’t even noticed your leg raise to wrap around his locked knee leisurely supporting his weight while he tormented you.

He had buckled backward under the weight of his massive frame embarrassingly quickly. You had expected him to let go of your wrists as he fell, but he did not. Opting to drag you down into the sand with him.

He tries to control the mauve that dances across his skin but this is the reason he didn’t spar with you. He can tell himself it’s because he hates seeing you get hit, and that his heart breaks and chokes him any time he thinks about striking you even in that situation.

He knows however, it’s because he can’t be this close to you. He can already feel his ears perking up towards you and his eyes relaxing while he stares up at you. How pretty. Your sapphire skin was dazzling under the cool violets and dwindling oranges of an almost completely set sun. The stars had even begun to twinkle behind you between the other shining moons.

“You are the worst,” your pants finally die down, to match your soft glare,

“Is that so?” His cheeks dimple as he grins wildly up at you as you adjust to straddle his chest more comfortably.

“Yes. I swing at you and you don’t even try to hit me back.”

And there’s another attitude laced plop to his chest. More follow as you use said pops to enunciate your following words,

“You just toss me around like I am useless and cannot fight! You know I can. Yet you only fight my brothers, how are you meant to get better if you don’t-“

He stops listening to your scoldings. He doesn’t care what you’re saying when his heart beats against your inner thighs. When he can feel the pudge of your hips practically pooling on him begging for him to grab at it. Why couldn’t you connect the dots? Why were you so stupid? He can’t help but laugh at you, there’s even a bit of a bitter snide behind it. Even though he thinks it’s endearing how badly you wanted to prove yourself to him. He cuts you off abruptly,

“Go and fight with Ao’nung,”

And it’s got your pretty siren eyes widening at his words.

“What does he have to do with anything,”

The sight of his sea-foam eyes rolling into the back of his head has your snarl fixed down at him,

“Can’t step on the Olo'eyktan’s toes can I? Huh?”

He has an expression you’ve never seen cross his face before. Not on Rotxo’s. Not the sweet boy who you had spent so much time with,

“What are you talking about, Ro?”

Ro. You dare call him Ro at a time like this. It makes him sit up on in elbow, grabbing at the top of your now elevated thigh,

“What do you mean what am I talking about? Why do you need to spar with me when you can practice with him? Unless it’s just some weird mating thing you guys have going on-”

He’s never seen your face screw up quite like it is now. Red-faced at his accusation not out of embarrassment but out of anger. Angry that he’d made such a brazen accusation. The first outbreak from Rotxo leaves you stumbling over how to answer him, and you notice he looks hurt at your stunned silence.

“Yeah, ‘course that’s what it is. You make it quite obvious-“ and you feel him start to move under you- probably to get up and apologize and tell you you had to walk back to the village now because even with the hurt salted embarrassment he feels now he’d never leave you to walk back alone. Never let you be in danger. You know that and it makes you more upset,

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t make it obvious. I am not your fucking ilu- you do not know what I’m thinking.”

Your left hand reaches for the wrist of the hand that holds your thigh while your right pointer and middle fingers aim down at him accusingly.

“So you have no interest in him?”

Rotxo is speaking faster than usual. A trait you had noticed followed Rotxo anytime he was too hyped up. He was the softest boy you had ever known yet the gentle buzz of adrenaline that leaked out of his too-quick breaths reminded you that he was in fact a Metkayina warrior.

“Mhmm,”

You’re honestly surprised it has taken you this long to notice the mutual affection he had harbored for you. Blinded by your insecurities, the sight of him frantic over the idea of your affection belonging to someone else made you squirm.

“I suppose he would be a fine mate now that you mention it-” and you smile down at him, hoping he knows you’re kidding. That you just don’t know how to talk about your feelings “considering no one else seems to be all that interested in me,”

And you feel him go ridged under you, round eyes fixated on your own. You think he’s annoyed a little bit, staring dumbfounded at you. But you feel his fingers dig into the meat of your thigh.

“Was this your plan? Torment me into doing what you want?”

You don’t know if it’s the chill of the eclipses sea breeze or the fact that Rotxo’s voice was as modulated, deep, and mesmerizing as always, yet his face held the same intense stare that the Metkayina warriors were renowned for. You’re embarrassed at the way you twitch as he props both hands on your thighs and adjusts himself back into laying straight back.

“Nu-uh, but is it working?” And you're purring above him, flicking your tail across his stomach. It only added to the overstimulated feeling throbbing at the front of Rotxo’s skull. An uncomfortable pendulum swinging him between ecstasy at the sight of your pretty form sat on his chest and misery over the fact that he still couldn’t shake the insecurity that you were toying with him.

“No-“ He curses a crack in his voice with a swallow, “I will just stay tormented,”

His hands are warm as they paw at the top of your thighs. He can’t help but feel like he’s on fire at your position, at least the sand was starting to cool in the dark. It helped keep him from sweating below you even as he pants at the sight above him. Your knees are pushed under his arms and nestled against his ribs and he worries you can feel his heart pounding. You made the air hang hot around his head.

You’re nervous at how intense his dusk sullen aqua eyes maintain their contact with you but he doesn’t have a choice- if you scooted up less than a foot you’d be sat right on his face- there’s nothing he’s ever wanted more.

“Lost in thought?”

He cringes at your voice. Not knowing how you always get him like this. How you always have the high ground. He doesn’t know why he’s honest with you,

“I do not want you to fight with Ao’nung like that anymore.”

And you grin at him and place your palm on his cheek,

“Is that so? That means you will spar with me now?”

He couldn’t wrap his head around your obsession with being hurt? Did you pester everyone to fight with you like this? The thought makes his body move on reflex, craning his neck enough to open his mouth wide and comp down onto the exposed skin of your thigh. You bounce on his chest, pulling at his hair back with a whine in response.

“If you are jealous you can just say so you do not have to bite me, you child.”

He can only smile because it’s his hair you’re yanking at. You’re sitting on him and-

“I’m not jealous. Not in this moment anyways,”

One of his hands slides up your hunched forward torso, and he’s pulling you down by the woven fabric of your top. You’re not sure if he’s pulling you down to kiss him. You figure with the state of things though a kiss wasn’t an unwelcome advance, and you’re not surprised when his head lifts to kiss you back.

It’s better than any silly fantasy you had ever let yourself drift into because he’s warm and real and he’s kissing you like you’re fragile because he wants you to feel safe enough to be fragile. He wouldn’t have wasted so much time becoming a competent warrior if it wasn’t to keep you safe.

“How could you think I’d want to share a brain with Ao’nung huh? I’d kill myself.” you smile against his lips, “as if I’d ever want him over you,”

And he knows you’re not lying to him as the fluff of your tail tickles against a throbbing vein in his lower stomach. How could you be lying when you’re hunched over uncomfortably while you straddle him just so you could purr into a kiss? His big hands cradling your cheeks makes you ignore the ache in your spine, and you thank Eywa he’s so big as to add ease to the position.

By some stroke of luck, his hand travels down your spine as if to soothe the ache while your tongues swirled against each other. Despite the trembling ache that plagued your lower stomach at the endearing turn of events, Rotxo kisses you, softly. As if you’re not dying for him. Even though you straddle him his chest and move against him to relieve the pressure he inflicts on you. You’re very obviously making out with him. Willingly letting his mouth explore yours at his own pace. You can’t help but slide down his torso so you could lay on top of him properly.

You couldn’t get over how wide you still had to spread your legs to straddle his waist. Even though you laid over him caging his body under yours he engulfed you. You need to breathe far earlier than he does, and he finds it cute how you huff against his lips to catch your breath.

“You’re not going to let Ao’nung touch you anymore, ya?”

And he can’t help the dopey pitch of his voice as he catches your lips in a quick kiss. Not when you’re beaming down at him.

“Only if you touch me instead,”

You sound so coy considering you’re giggling above him. And when you enunciate your words with another kiss he can’t help the obnoxious chortle that leaves his lips- that’s until you bite at his bottom lip slightly,

“You are too bossy,”

But he kisses you the way you want him to. Pushing his nose against yours. He doesn’t think he can like anything more until he feels your hips grind against the lower abs of his stomach- that tighten and flex at the feeling of your now twitching core.

The confidence the both of you had mutually worked up to had you lost in your own world. You know it’s unbecoming of you both to be caught in such a situation but you had enough confidence in your privacy and even less confidence in your own self-control to do anything about it.

“Sit on my face,” it comes out as a gaspy whisper between your clanking teeth while you grind against him, “Let me take care of you instead,”

It makes you whimper above him and he swears it’s some sort of nirvana.

“I-I’ve never-” and you are mad at how wet the inside of your mouth is and yet it still offers no solace to the lump in your throat

“No’ gonna make you,”

You’re not sure if the sound of him slurring into your mouth makes you moan or the fact that your tail finds and runs across his erect member behind you.

“Obviously want you to,” and his palm is on your cheek, “wanted you on my mouth since you plopped down on me,”

He’s kissing you between his words and you know he means it. You can hear it in his voice. He just about died of excitement when he felt you propping yourself up on your knees.

Now that you’re back up he can admire your pretty body once again. He thinks this is the first time he’s ever seen you not take the lead. It made him blush- realizing how shy you had suddenly become. He’s gentle when he reaches for your thigh again, sliding up until his fingers reach the fabric of your tweng,

“Can I?”

You wondered how the sun would rise in the morning when it was trapped in his smile. Looking up at you as if you were Eywa herself. How could he possibly think you don’t want him to untie it?

You don’t know how to say yes without embarrassing yourself, so you do what any rational woman would do when the love of their life was laid between their legs. You reach up to the fabric tie of your beaded top, and let it fall from your body, plopping down in the sand next to you.

You can’t ignore the throb that plagues you at the widening of his eyes, how they instantly drop to your breasts. The only cover from his eyes are the few strands of hair.

You’re almost shocked at his fumbling fingers. Too excited to uncover you and too large for the delicate fabric, yet like all things that required a gentle hand- Rotxo succeeded at his task quickly. Obediently you let his palms guide your hips up. He is rewarded with one more sway of your tail over his quickly hardening length as tosses your bottoms in the opposite direction of your top.

You're breathing heavily when he cranes his neck to look at your most intimate flesh,

“Oh, Eywa,”

He can feel himself leaking all over his stomach at the sight of your bare cunt against his torso, and the warm feeling of you dripping could drive him to madness.

“C’mere, give me you.”

You listen of course. He feels bad that he likes you best like this. Tentatively crawling up his large chest to place your legs on the side of his head.

He doesn’t feel bad for enjoying the view of you hovering above his face. He can’t believe he had done this. He can’t believe you’re swollen, sticky, and wet for him.

His hands are wrapping around the fat of your thighs to pull you into open-mouthed kisses against your thighs. You’re mad it feels so good- he’s not even touched you and yet your thighs twitch where he kisses.

You reward him with a real moan at the quick swipe of his tongue from the bottom of your leaking hole right across your clit. Though he didn’t truly know what he was doing, he knew what he wanted to do. That was enough. You seemed to like what he was doing regardless. He likes kissing you. Feeling the way your lips twitch against his. His tongue finds a comfortable rhythm exploring your folds. You tasted like nothing he had ever eaten before. He couldn’t compare you to anything else- and there wasn’t a thing in Pandora he’d rather in his mouth.

Though you're panting and wiggling your hips in front of his face he still wants to give you more. Wants to wrap his arms around your thighs and take care of you the way you should be taken care of. He doesn’t know why he has such a need to take care of you, especially since you had caused him so much grief. He knows you’re more than willing and capable of handling him mating you without any of this - but he can’t help it. He wants to spoon-feed the world to you; do everything for you. Even if it means doing all the work to get that pretty pussy of yours to cum in his mouth.

His desire to take care of you is probably why one of his big hands finds your hips. Why it slides across your smooth skin and his thumb hooks under your tail to push you down and forward onto his wanting mouth.

“I said sit-” he speaks into your cunt, the vibrations of his voice making you clench your stomach.

He can feel his dick jump at the way you cry at the feeling of him grinding your sensitive pussy against his wanting mouth, legs clamping down against his blood-rushed ears. When he finally slides his tongue into your twitching hole again he can’t help but reach down to squeeze at the base of his throbbing dick. Just for a second, he could pretend you were clamping down on his cock and not his rapidly exploring tongue. You’re too busy following along with the motion Rotxo’s hand around your tail provides for you to notice what he’s doing, however. When you’re so blissed out that you lean back to brace your hands onto his chest he can’t help but take in the sight of your thrown-back head. Your hair was behind you now and he could watch the night sky illuminate the swell of your breasts. He can’t be bothered to feel bad at watching you so vulnerable and unaware when he’s the one to cause it.

With the added space of you leaning off of him slightly, he was able to drag his face across your leaking cunt as if he were a starved animal ripping into a meal.

You feel dirty- for the way your head quickly snaps forwards to watch the way he shakes his head back and forth between your legs. There’s no hiding the mess below you at this point. The twinkling night does little to hide the slick connecting you to him. And you feel yourself leak even worse when his relaxed eyes blink open and he catches you staring at him. When he slows his movements to take in the look on your face.

“Ro- don’t- Rotxo-“

Embarrassment is evident in your voice despite the fact he feels like his face is burning brighter than yours. He can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that you’re sitting on his face, you’re letting him eat you out.

He wraps his lips around his new favorite part of your body, sucking the nerve into his mouth with a cruel pop. Kissing it after you cry out,

“You feelin' good?”

His words are soft, as you feel his thumb caress the underside of your tail. You only try to sit back down on his face with a wiggle of your hips. Rotxo has finally found a happy middle ground where he felt confident with you, however. Gripping your tail tighter to keep your greedy cunt off of his face.

“Answer me,”

And with his words comes a gentle graze of his sharp teeth against the pulsating sticky skin of your clit. He’s never heard you make the noise that responds to his assault. A cry or a hiss he wouldn’t know- but it was his new favorite sound. He’s only licking you- it’s only at the work of his tongue that your legs are shaking so prettily on his cheeks.

“Yes- yes you know I am-“ You start, “can you keep going now?”

It’s the fake polite voice you use that makes him scoff. He finds it endearing how badly you try to grind yourself against him in the same rhythm he had previously helped you with. But with his grip on your tail, and the punishingly slow strokes of his tongue against your slit you stayed bubbling on the edge. You’ve never been so pliable for anyone before, he thinks. He’s never seen you so whiney over anything.

“Rotxo please!”

Your please is a little too mean. It wasn’t you asking him to make you feel good. You were being bossy and rude. Red face screwed up in frustration as if you had still been scolding him for the fact he wouldn’t hit you. Maybe it’s why his other hand leaves your hip for a second to swat at the fat of your ass.

Between you sidling forward onto his face, and the fact that your pretty little tail wagged across his painfully hardened cock he couldn’t help but moan right into you.

The guttural moan of his deep voice sends a shock wave up your body that has one hand digging into the sand next to his head and the other hand pulling at the mess of curls on top of his head. Maybe he understood your annoyance at his stubborn desire to hold back before. Because right now you are doing the same.

All he wanted was for you to cum. So one hand returned to your pretty tail to help you grind your clit against his face. It was cute how you tensed at the feeling of the tip of his fingers that had risen up against the hole that so willingly leaked all over him. You don’t even give him a chance to ask if you’re okay with it before you sink back into his fingers, ruining the kiss Rotxo had just begun assaulting your clit with.

The sight of spit connecting his swollen lips to your cunt, and the feeling of one of his finger reaching deeper in you than you had ever been able to touch makes you tremble above him. He’s rocking you against his face while he begins an almost punishing assault on your hole.

In his defense, he wasn’t truly aware of how punishing the pace was. The only thing he was focused on was the steady ripple of your ass against his knuckles. So blissfully unaware of how much louder your voice had gotten. The wet sound he was greeted with as he slid a second finger inside you only spurred the speed of his hand more.

“I- I… Ro I feel-”

And he feels the tip of your tail softly lay across his aching cock as though to anchor yourself as you arch forward into his face, thighs trembling. He moans at the ache of his scalp as you pull him into you and he can’t help but open his eyes wide.

Eywa is Rotxo glad he did. He knows he’s going to remember this for the rest of his life- the view of your pretty legs choking him in a vice grip and pussy clenching up on his fingers while you practically scream. You don’t listen to yourself though, not when you’re preoccupied with the sound of him slurping against you. As if he’s never enjoyed something more- and he’s smiling against you as he alternates, scraping his teeth against you, and sloppily kissing you though your orgasm. All while his fingers still slowly curl inside of you.

You feel like you should be embarrassed, panting above him- trying to force oxygen into your deprived lungs and brain. He doesn’t make you feel awkward though. Not even for a second. Not while he’s petting your thigh and smiling up at you between his movements.

“You’re alright?”

The hum of his voice was questioning. You couldn’t help that part of you felt as though he was telling you that you were alright though. Maybe that’s why you felt so at ease.

“Better than alright,”

Your coquettish grin has him pawing at your thighs to scoot you back down off of him. Even though he’s never enjoyed doing something more than taking care of you, the feeling of your tail twitching against the tip of his throbbing cock had raised an unfamiliar pain in his stomach. Besides, the sinful sounds you had been making for him; the pretty dazed face had coaxed you into had made him confident enough to not want to be under you any longer.

You instinctually wrap your arms around his neck as you feel him begin to sit himself up. One arm wrapped tightly under your ass (giving himself the luxury of wrapping one of his meaty palms around the meatier fat of your ass) to keep you from sliding down into his lap until he had sat up completely, and could position you comfortably.

You can’t help but smile at how disheveled he looks. His hair is all askew from you yanking at it and his face is completely blushed and wet from all the effort. The way the corners of his lips twitch into a smile by the time your bare slit makes contact with him is almost mischievous in a way. As if he was expecting the gasp that falls from your lips as he drags you down across the tweng that painfully constricts the parts of him that hadn’t hardened out of it. It finally relieves some of the pressure knotting at the pit of his stomach. You could never wrap your mind around how sitting on his lap could be so calming yet intimidating. You can’t help but reach for the sand covered curls at the back of his head pulling desperately to fill the gap the height difference caused. Wanting nothing more than for him to bless you with another kiss.

Of course, he obliges. He doesn’t think he could ever deny you a single thing now. Not when you’re grinding down onto him while kissing him. Dragging the fabric across the both of you, and Eywa when you run your tongue across his lips with a giggle he has to stop himself from cumming between the both of you.

Feeling the way his tip leaks against your belly button has your heart beating so impossibly fast that the rattling it causes in your rib cage hurts.

“We do not have to do anything else,”

He doesn’t want to remind you. He really does not. He wants nothing more than to sink you down onto him- but he doesn’t want you to feel pressured. To feel unsafe. If you had never touched him again he’d have lived happily with this moment like gold in his memory. He thanks Eywa however, when you whine at the insinuation, thread your fingers around his kuru, and your pretty snarl makes contact with his own teeth.

“Don’t make me go and find Ao’nu-”

You don’t even finish your hiss before he swats at your ass again, appreciating the way your skin recoils, and thighs tremble at his sides and for you to yelp into him. How dare you say his name with your hand where it was? Has he been too nice to you these years? Too gentle with you?

“Watch it,”

You had heard Rotxo growl before. Never at you- but you had seen what he was capable of when he did get aggressive with people. Yes, he was a sweet and gentle boy- but he was also rowdy, brawling, and all too bellicose. But because he was normally so saccharine to you, you had forgotten all about the rest of Rotxo. Big, honorable, and strong Rotxo who you had seen slam down elder warriors with years of experience on him like they were weightless. Those same muscular, intricately tattooed arms were now using the fat of your hips and ass to grind you down against him. As if to make up for the cruelty of your words your other hand reaches down, and though you had frustrated him he can’t help but buck his hips into you at the feeling of your hand sliding down the hood of his cock so you could run a thumb across his exposed tip.

“I want you. I thought I was being pretty obvious. Reya makes fun of me for it.”

You don’t know why you whisper to him, you don’t think you had ever been as soft-spoken before.

“I am just stupid-”

And his frustrations leave him at the feeling of your hands loosening around both his hand and kuru. He can’t help but slide his face against yours, slotting his nose against yours. He breaths against your face once before he speaks,

“You are not a stupid girl,” and there’s a kiss placed on your cheek under your eye as one palm raises to cradle the opposite one, “you are at least smart enough to undo a knot, yeah?”

He keeps his usual warm and syrupy baritone voice, yet there’s a condescending undertone to his voice that shoots straight down to your core. It makes your ears flatten against your head, and your eyes widen. He was almost bitter that all it took to intimidate you was to imply he wanted to impale you on his cock. Why did he waste all this time becoming such a revered deep-sea diver and warrior?

“Or are you, pretty girl?”

There’s more jest in his voice; his heart swelling at how cute you were when you weren’t being a menace. So cute in fact that he can’t help but kiss the crown of your head as he watches both of your hands reach down to untie his tweng. He supposes he could have just yanked it down, but he can’t help the rush that flows through him at the sight of you doing it. He swears he’ll ride this high for months- felt like he could fight a nalutsa all by himself.

That’s until he sees you sit up on his knees and realize what you’re going to do- what you want to do. It finally sinks in for him. You want him. Your fingers are on his kuru, your cums on his face- you chose him. Suddenly the sea breeze isn’t enough to keep him from overheating. He’s too aware of the sound of the waves and the sand that covers his back and hair and the fact that-

“Sayrìp,”

His eyes instantly leave your swollen pussy and raise to your face, locking with your eyes obediently. You smile up at him and he’s sure his pupils are as wide as yours.

“Are you okay?”

How can he not be okay when you're kissing his mandible? Teeth teasing against the pulse you’ve risen should drive him to dizzying madness but only acts to ground him back into reality,

“Jus’ cannot believe you’re here with me.”

It gives him a chance to swallow the lump in his throat,

“Who else would I be with, skxawng?”

And you're grasping at the base of him to hold his heavy leaning cock steady; he whines at the sight of your spit drooling past your pretty lips and hisses at the feeling of it plopping against him. He supposes you could use all the help you could get if you hoped to take him.

As you slide the girthy blunt tip against your slit he rewards you with a moan. A deep sound that reverberates against his chest. It makes you all too eager to try and sink down onto the tip.

But Rotxo’s arms are stronger than you and he doesn't want you to do that, so he uses that strength against you. Despite being so giving and nice on the regular, rolling over and letting you boss him around and do what you wanted he was going to mate you the way he wanted to, and you were going to take it.

When the jolt of his hands moving to hold your hips in place makes your pussy flutter against his tip he has to remind himself of that before he loses all of his resolve and pushes you down onto his length in one swift movement. The thought made him cringe. He didn’t waste all this time opening you up for him just to hurt you,

“You going to let me mate you, tsyeym?” He asks

If you think you could roll your eyes without invoking the hunter's wrath you would have. He was acting as though you hadn’t been pulling and tugging on his prettily kept braid since you had first felt his imposing length against you.

“I am not above begging,”

Though you’re chuckling softly in his ear your fingers are dancing down his kuru, and when your finally twirl the ends of his hair covering his tswin around your slender fingers he can’t help but slide just the first couple of inches of him into you. He can’t tell if he feels your fingers caressing his nerves more or the far too-tight ring of your pussy sucking him into you.

“Ma’Rotxo-”

Your free hand braces yourself down on his bicep, digging your fingernails into his flesh as if you’re the one overstimulated.

“Thought you were tough, huh?” He chides, “Wanna fight with me but can’t even take me bullyin’ my cock into ya, huh?”

If you were mean you would have tugged on his braid, giving him a semblance of the perineum sting you felt at the girth of him-

“Don’t be an asshole to me, Rotxo.”

You’re trying to be bossy still and it doesn’t suit the fact that your body feels so pliable in his hands. He doesn’t even dignify you with an answer, not when he wants you to be flush against his hips. Not when he wanted you to feel as much of him as you could before he made you feel even more. He feels a little bad that you’re so small in comparison to the Metkayina people. Though an embarrassing part of him loves the idea of spending the rest of his life drilling into your warmth until you’re molded to him he worries about how sore you’d be in the morning. He promises himself that he’d be extra kind to you tomorrow- tend to anything you could want. He will take care of you as a thank you for the way you were about to let him use you.

You couldn’t think of a time when Rotxo hadn’t taken care of you- this felt no different. So when you feel one of his hands caress you on the mission to reach around your body and pull you apart further so that more of him could slide inside all you do is huff and give into his guidance.

“Look at you,”

He sounds winded at the feeling of you clenching against him. You’re surprised he enters as easily as he does. Surprised the pressure doesn’t hurt as bad as you feared it would. Especially when one of his thumbs moves over your clit in soft quick motions,

“Just gotta relax a lil’ more.”

His eyes are fixed down; watching you take him inside of you. He doesn’t even care anymore that the end of his braid is held in your soft hand. He ignores the uncomfortable throb that shoots through it. He only has to endure seconds more of it before he’s rewarded with the slippery plap of your hips meeting. He feels bigger than ever when your hands leave their respected body parts to grab at his cheeks. He’s sure you meant to kiss him but you only managed to moan against his open mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he kisses you, “Took it all so good.” another kiss,

“Fucking Metkayina- too big,” Of course, you’re grumbling right now. Of course, you have a grumpy little voice even when he’s in your guts.

“You are rude,” one of his arms wrapped around you and pulled you flush against him, partially to appreciate your warmth but mostly so he could reach around and grab your own braid.

“Shouldn’t even touch this now, huh?”

His soft eyes give him away, and he knows you know him too well. You know that once you pull his braid over his shoulder that he’d rush to bring yours closer.

You were right of course, he’s quick to hold the bioluminescence of your tswin’s tendrils painfully close to his own. There’s something that makes your stomach tighten painfully at the sight. There was something so exciting about the fact that you were so close to being with him- all you had to do was dip your hand forward. The thought has you rolling your hips down against him to alleviate the throb of your clitoris. It’s all he needs before his other hand leaves your hip to grab your wrist that holds his tswin.

“Look at me,”

You’re so good for him. So obedient when your eyes instantly snap from where your hands almost make you one- to his eyes. He thinks you’re so beautiful. Sultry and warm and so undeniably wild. So easily he gives into the magnetic force that’s been trying to convince him to pull your tswin into his.

He thinks his heart stops at the way your eyes haze over and you melt into him. The way you practically purr as he feels his lap grow wetter. Now you were all of those things- but you were also his.

“Oh, Eywa,”

He feels bad for how roughly his one arm pulls you into him, he feels how much fuller it makes you feel but he has to feel your heartbeat against him. He thinks this is bliss- that he can’t get anything better than this. Then you begin scooting your hips back and forth against his. His hands are too quick to reach for your hair, digging his fingers into it.

The pretty way your face screws up as your pace quickens has him star-struck. The echo of your pleasure tickled his lower stomach. He can’t help but lift his hips to meet yours; the slapping sound of skin as you bounced against him is enough to spur him into near madness. Both of your throats are caught- stunned in silence over the sheer amount of feeling tsaheylu adds.

He feels bad because he knows you feel so good going at your own pace and using him to fill yourself to your heart's content. He can’t focus on that guilt when he has such an uncontrolled need to be on top of you. His hands halting your hips have you confused, and you’re only more shocked when he’s heaving you up and tossing the both of you until your back is against the sand and your hips are hiked on his firm thighs.

He doesn’t even give you a second to take in the change, slipping himself all the way into you in one fluid movement, palms returning to the fat of your hips so he could roll and grind down into you. He loves the way you clench as he rolls across your g-spot. The view is beautiful, and the way your hands reach between your thighs and rub your fingers against yourself for him only drives him further into ecstasy.

“So pretty for me,” He loves how easy it is to make you clench and throb. “My pretty mate,”

His eyes are fixed on the way your breasts bounce at the power of his thrusts and the way your stomach bulges. He knows if he focuses on your pretty face he’d be finished the way your wide eyes don’t focus on anything and the dark purple stain of your blush. He’s never quite seen your markings glow so bright. He’d never live down finishing before he even got a chance to fuck you properly- before he could really appreciate the view. So he grabs at your hips and wiggles you side to side in an effort to stimulate you further,

“Let me fuck you for real now baby,” and his hand travels up your legs that are bent against your bodies, straightening one leg over his shoulder so he could kiss your calf. How could you say no when he asks so sweetly while he was so deep inside of you?

“Please? Can you please move again?”

He forgot you could be so polite when you want to be. He’s all smiles, starting at a comfortable pace. His speed picked up quickly as he could use your whole leg as an anchor, but he still stays relatively shallow. Just to give you enough time to adjust before he picks up a punishing pace.

He knows he’s fucking you entirely too loud. He knows the way you moan under him is entirely too loud. He knows the nighttime waves aren’t loud enough to drown out what he’s doing to you but all it does is spur him on. He wishes you’d be louder but he knows you have more dignity than he does.

How can he slow down when you’re telling him he’s so good? You’re gasping as he falls forward onto one hand for more leverage. Still holding your hips up by one leg so he could slam into you. The change of position has you dragging sinfully across him and it almost distracts you from the sound of his grunts. It was magnifying seeing him worked up over you- he wasn’t even in a rut and had desired you so deeply.

“Gon- Shit. Roxto 'm gonna cum,”

The way he reacted to your words is what sends you over the edge. The way he hunches over and begins to slam into you while his eyes bore into yours. The sloppy sound of you cumming all over him and your eyes rolling into you head bring him closer more than the feeling of you clamping down on his cock. He didn’t think you could squeeze tighter and it’s embarrassing how easy you make him cum. Just barely enough time to slip out and shoot himself all over you.

He means to hit your stomach honestly, expecting it to pool where you had been slightly folded. Except he had forgotten how worked up you had gotten him- how badly he had wanted to cum in you. The sheer amount that painted your warm stomach and azure boobs should have embarrassed him but the sight of his cum shooting further and globbing on your chin and lips consumes him. You lay half folded under him, grasping onto him while you panted. Covered in his cum. No one could get near you without knowing you were his.

He can’t help but act on his desires and lean down to cage his big arms around you. Running his tongue up your chin and across your lips. You taste the salt on his lips when he immediately kisses you, and at the bite of his teeth, you’re opening your mouth so he can spit him into your mouth.

It should be raunchy and make you feel like a whore but he does it so softly and kisses you so libidinously that the swirl of his tongue against yours has you both purring into each other's mouth.

You’re perplexed at how quickly he’s back to sweet Rotxo. Kissing you gently and caressing skin that just knew the punishing grip of his strength.

He’s tall when he sits up on his knees, and now that he’s not hunched over rutting into you it truly dawns on you just how much bigger he is than you.

He scoffs as he looks around him and you’re almost confused until you watch him lean over to grab both of your bottoms before he’s grinning down at you and scooping his hands under you.

His cheeks hurt from smiling at the sound of you giggling foolishly at him as he heaves you into the air. You're both red-faced and covered in sweat and sand and he can’t wait to walk into the cooling water with you in his arms.

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