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wheneclipsefalls · 11 months

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Lesson Learned

Masterlist ao3 Part 2

Pairing: Neteyam (23) x Metkayina Fem Reader x Lo’ak (22)

Summary: You break one of the strict rules that Neteyam and Lo'ak have set for you. Now you must suffer the consequences.

Warnings: explicit (MINORS DO NO INTERACT), rough sex, creampie, p in v, spanking, blowjob, oral, dom/sub undertones, power imbalance, slight degradation, praise kink, sir kink, established relationship, male x female x male threesome

A/N: This is definitely the flithiest smut I have ever written. Nervous about this one so please be kind <3

[Yawne = beloved]

“Ow! I said I’m sorry!” You plead and whimper in pain while trying to detach the strong grip Lo’ak has on the base of your queue. His pace is relentless, dragging you along by your queue as angry huffs leave his flared nostrils.

“Save it.” Lo’ak hisses before you finally reach the entrance of Neteyam’s marui. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you anticipate the scolding and punishment that is to come. Your small fingers fiddle with your loincloth that Lo’ak barely gave you time to throw on before dragging you away. He yanks you past the doorway, grip unyielding.

Neteyam’s ears flick and tail swish at the sound of you two entering. He quickly turns away from his task of sharpening his knife to gaze at both of you. There is a look shared between the two brothers that holds a message you are not privy to. This is never a good sign, especially when it causes a heavy sigh to escape from Neteyam’s lungs.

“What did she do now?” The eldest Sully brother asks, looking between the two of you. If Lo’ak’s anger at your disobedience is anything to go off of you know that Neteyam won’t be far behind once he learns what you have done.

“Go on and tell him, yawne. Tell Neteyam what I found you doing.” Lo’ak’s voice holds the undertone of the smirk on his lips. Although he is upset, you can tell that he is looking forward to putting you back in your place. He revels in holding this power over you, in making you submit and truth be told you’re eager to bring those fantasies to life once again. The brothers can be rough and strict, sometimes giving you rules to follow that make you pout and curse their names but at the end of the day you know your body yearns for more. There is no greater pleasure than being between the two of them, taking whatever they desire like a good girl, falling apart underneath their touch.

Lo’ak powerfully tugs your queue, a warning to concede to his order before things get worse.

“I was…I was touching myself.” Your ocean blue eyes don’t dare to meet Neteyam’s gaze as your ears pin back against your curly hair. Still, you can feel the radiating intensity filling the room, capturing the air from your lungs.

“Oh yawne, what are we going to do with you?” Neteyam sighs with almost a fond tone, but you know better than to be fooled by it. He is playing with you. Letting your mind swirl with anticipation of what is to come.

“Needy little pussy can’t last even a week without getting some attention.” Lo’ak mocks as Neteyam stands to his full height, reaching past the two to close the flaps of the marui. Your cheeks tint a dark red, but you know there is some truth to Lo’ak’s teasing. You were already being punished for your misbehavior the week before. Neteyam and Lo’ak taking away your orgasms for a whole week to teach you a lesson. You were never allowed to touch yourself, unless it was for their amusement, but you got desperate over the last few days. It seemed that the brothers were aiming for you to mess up as they teased you at every opportunity possible.

“Perhaps you need a reminder of who this pussy belongs to.” Neteyam’s dark timber sends shivers down your spine. His warm breath is right against the shell of your ear and his braids hang and tickle at your neck.

“Nete, I’m sorry!” You whine, but your apology holds no weight for the older brother. You quickly turn your big blue eyes up towards Lo’ak, hoping to find better luck there. “Lo’ak please! I’ll be a good girl.”

“Good girls know better than to play with what doesn’t belong to them.” Lo’ak’s golden eyes hold a mischievous and alluring lust. He is too far gone to accept apologies now. There is no escape. There never was when it came to breaking the rules. Neteyam and Lo’ak rule you with a firm hand, delighting in your submission.

“Lo’ak’s right, babygirl. It seems that no matter what we do, you insist on being a naughty slut.” The two lead you to the middle of the room as you pout. One harsh look from Neteyam tells you all you need to know. Without a word you sheepishly strip off your beaded top and untie the frilled loincloth before tossing them to the side.

Despite the long night ahead of you, a thrilled burst of arousal coils in your stomach as you are naked and on display before them. Those twin sets of hungry golden eyes never fail to make you feel vulnerable and small, yet you can’t get enough. You can already feel the wetness gathering between your legs, some still left over from your time spent pleasuring yourself.

“On your knees, babygirl.” Neteyam orders and you quickly comply. They circle around you slowly like vultures, keening in on their prey. At this point you might as well be prey, hunted down and trapped in the den of creatures much more powerful than you. Your eyes follow their strong toned bodies from your place on the ground. They catch on the new tattoo Lo’ak has running along his hips. The younger Sully does not miss your interest and winks in response.

“We need a punishment that is going to last. Something that will remind our slutty princess to stop rutting against things like a bunny in heat.” Neteyam muses, although you are sure they have already decided on your fate. A small squeak escapes your lips when you feel a slim tail brush against your bum.

“Well her ass has lost some of that pretty red glow from last week.” Lo’ak chuckles and you can already see Neteyam’s smirk forming.

“Would be a shame to keep it that way.” The eldest responds, sealing your doom. Lo’ak drags you from the ground and makes quick work of bending you over the tall table. Your feet swing above the woven floor of the marui, unable to find purchase. Despite your better judgment, you try to weasel your way out of another spanking. You were just barely getting to a point where you could sit down without wincing.

“Please no more! It still hurts!” You beg while twisting to cover your upturned ass with one hand. Lo’ak pins both of your wrists to your lower back with one hand, ignoring the doe eyes you send him in search of pity. You can feel the pressing bulge from his loincloth against your ass, wrapping your coil of arousal tighter.

“But your bum looks so pretty with my red handprints.” Lo’ak mockingly coos while shifting his hips along the plush of your rear. Neteyam is nowhere to be seen with your restricted view but you have no time to ponder on that before a harsh smack is delivered to your rear. The pain ripples along your skin with a familiarity that you dread.

Lo’ak brings his hand down again with brutal force and this time you can’t keep in the whimper that was strangling your throat. The younger Sully brother sets a pattern and pace that is unpredictable, taking random breaks to rub over and appreciate the flush of your skin before randomly starting back up again. You wreath and squirm underneath the blows but his rough hands keep you in place without struggle.

Tears well up behind your blue orbs, threatening to fall along your cheeks pathetically. Suddenly Neteyam comes into view, beaded braids knocking against the wooden table. A gleeful smile curves along his lips. He doesn’t say a word before leaning forward and capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Lo’ak pauses his assault on your ass to run a finger along your soaked folds.

Your soft moan is swallowed by Neteyam’s greedy kiss. It starts off sweet and gentle, caressing your lips with a sincerity and care that has your heart fluttering. This, however, starts to shift as his tongue invades your mouth and Lo’ak’s thumb finds your clit. Lo’ak rubs at your clit with expertise till your legs are shaking from the stimulation. You can scantily breathe with Neteyam exploring your mouth leisurely, occasionally biting at your bottom lip with sharp canines.

The table shifts as you rut your hips back against Lo’ak’s skilled fingers. Neteyam slips a hand over to cup your cheek and deepen the kiss further. The pleasure becomes dizzying; overwhelming. Your orgasm is quickly approaching, having been lingering since Lo’ak soiled it earlier with his appearance. The younger Sully seems to pick up on this information as his efforts increase, two fingers spreading your slick lips to expose your clit to his view, rubbing at it with urgency.

It becomes more difficult to kiss Neteyam back as your brain is overloaded with white hot pleasure. He doesn’t seem to mind as he continues to nip and bite at your lips until they are pink and swollen. Lo’ak continues the assault on the sensitive bud while slipping one finger past your entrance. The combined sensation is enough to push you over the edge. Neteyam swallows your obscene noises as Lo’ak rides you through the orgasm.

Coming down from the high is an absolute relief, your body sore but happy from finally getting to release all of the pent up sexual energy from the last few days.

A sharp slap to your ass breaks you out of the trance and has you unintentionally sinking your teeth into Neteyam’s bottom lip. You’re not sure when Lo’ak pulled out his finger and decided to restart the spanking but your body is already humming with overwhelming sensations. The coppery taste of blood tickles at your tongue and you’re not sure if it is yours or Neteyam’s as both of your lips are swollen and red.

Neteyam pulls back and beams at you. Lo’ak spanks your ass without hesitation. Slap after slap brings a new hue to your skin that he enjoys seeing. It’s not long before he gets to see the mark of his handprint on your pretty ass.

“Please Lo’ak! Please!” You babble with streaming tears. However it is Neteyam who responds while Lo’ak continues the spanking.

“Ah ah ah baby, you have better manners than that.” Neteyam tutted, knuckles grazing along your flushed cheek.

“Please sir!” You correct yourself.

“I don’t know, mama. Spanked your ass red last time and it was still not enough to keep this pussy under control.” Lo’ak accentuated the words with a brutal smack. Your red skin is hot beneath his hands as they freely explore your ass. Neteyam casually perches on the edge of the table.

“Perhaps she needs a different type of persuasion.” Neteyam draws out while running the tip of his fingers from your clit to your entrance. His blue fingers become stained with the sticky arousal and cum leftover from your first climax. He hums in satisfaction while licking them clean. Hooded eyes look down at your tear stained face before smirking devilishly. Lo’ak runs his blunt nails along your red ass in amusement. Once again you are left out of the mix as the two brothers seem to come to a conclusion silently.

Neteyam pulls you off the table and back against his chest, bulge poking against your burning backside. His hand wraps around your throat, feeling your pulse fluttering beneath his touch, to keep you in place.

“Such a pretty girl.” Lo’ak coos, drinking in the sight of you. His fingertips dance along the edges of your ribcage before expert thumbs sweep over your hard nipples. Your whimpers fill the marui as Lo’ak mercilessly tugs and pinches at the sensitive points. Neteyam’s cock twitches in his loincloth at your sweet desperate sounds. As you try to twist away from the onslaught, Neteyam smacks your outer thigh then uses one muscular arms to wrap around your waist.

“I-it hurts.” Your complaint turns into a little squeal when Lo’ak twists one of your nipples harshly.

“Poor thing.” Lo’ak mocks with a feigned pout. Neteyam’s chest vibrates against your back into a deep chuckle. Once your peaks are red and hard enough for his approval Lo’ak steps back to gawk at his work.

“What do you say, babygirl?” Neteyam prompts you.

“Thank you, sir.” Your breathy voice is hardly more than a whisper. Lo’ak rewards you with a stroke to the cheek anyways.

“You know how to thank me properly, mama.”

You can feel your slick now coating your thighs, dripping down to your knees visibly but all your attention is focused on the hardon pressing against Lo’ak’s loincloth. The second Neteyam releases you from his grasp you are obediently falling to your knees and crawling over to Lo’ak. You instantly go to untie the knots of his loincloth but are stopped by four fingered hand slapping you away.

“Already forgot what we’ve taught you, huh? Can’t think straight with your pussy all wet?”

A dark red stains your cheeks to match your ass and as if in response, you can feel your entrance fluttering and leaking in search of attention.

“Please can I suck your cock, sir? Want it so bad.” You bat your eyelashes up at Lo’ak knowing how much he enjoys the sight. It’s a conscious effort not to squeeze your thighs together or rut against the marui floor at this point. The burning flame in your core has risen to a raging fire once again that needs to be quenched. Still, orgasms are privileges for good girls as Neteyam often reminds you, so there is no telling how much they will make you suffer.

“How can I say no to a face like that?”

That is all the confirmation you require before eagerly undoing the knots and throwing the loincloth aside. His long member slaps up against his stomach, the lines of his new tattoo creating an alluring path to the hard cock already sporting a bead of precum on the head. Your coiled arousal tightens at the sight. No matter how many times you’ve seen the bulging veins and bulbous head you can’t help but thirst after him in such a primal manner.

You try to kiss and tease at the head but you forget that this is punishment; not playtime. Lo’ak grabs your hair and forces his length down your throat till your nose hits his navel. His thick cock weighs heavy on your tongue and fills your throat so fully that it is difficult to get out shaky breaths. Lo’ak gives little time for you to adjust before he is fucking your face, using your mouth as a tight cocksleeve for his pleasure.

“Agh that’s it, mama. Such a good little cockslut for us.” Lo’ak’s fringed rough voice spurs you onward even though he is the one completely taking control of your movements. You know the sight of you is degrading and humiliating and yet you crave to be their little toy, there to please them in any way possible. You can already tell by the way the head of his cock is hitting the back of your throat that your voice will be raspy for the next few days. Lo’ak’s eyes are hooded as he looks down to see you staring up at him innocently with tears creasing out of the corners of your eyes. The sight is almost too much to bear and it has him increasing the pace to something almost impossible to accommodate.

You let out a small squeak when Neteyam grasps your hips from behind and pulls them back. His loincloth is gone, deposited somewhere in the mix and you can feel him running the head of his member up and down your sticky folds. The eldest Sully lets out an audible groan as he sees your arousal already dribbling onto his hard cock. The view only gets better as you desperately curve your back and push your ass up to reveal your aching pussy that greatly complement the red handprints along your cheeks. Neteyam kicks your thighs further apart, greedily wanting you to present every last inch of yourself to him.

“One cock not enough for you, babygirl? Your pussy feeling a little left out?” Neteyam purrs, thick accent cloaking the words. You can’t see it but you know that the dangerous lustful light is gleaming in his eyes, signaling his surrender to the primal desires that plague his mind. You try to gurgle out some form of confirmation but with Lo’ak’s member in your throat it is simply a whining moan that increases the stimulating pleasure for the younger Sully brother.

“I’d take that as a yes, bro.” Lo’ak chuckles but it comes out between gritted teeth, voice heavy with ecstasy. You can scarcely hear Neteyam’s soft chuckle over the ringing in your ears as your mouth is invaded over and over again. At this point you are rutting back against Neteyam mindlessly, only stopped by a harsh slap on your rear.

The mushroom tip teases at your entrance before slowly slipping past the rim. You whimper as your pussy takes his thick length in inch by inch. Neteyam’s eyes blow out till there is only a thin rim of gold outlining his pupils. The lewd sight of your greedy pussy practically sucking him in has a feral growl rumbling in his chest. He doesn’t stop till he is buried to the hilt. You swear you can feel him against your cervix, filling you to the brim. Impaled on both sides by their thick lengths you can hardly breathe, let alone think.

“So tight, babygirl. Little cunt squeezing me so good.” Neteyam hisses, fingers digging into your hips.

“She’s just so happy to be filled, aren’t ya mama?” Lo’ak halts his movements in favor of pressing your face against his pelvis once again to see you choke and squirm. One pelvis pressed against your ass and another along your freckled nose, you whine in a mixture of pain and euphoria.

“Our good little slut, finally getting what you’ve been begging for.” Neteyam’s baritone hums in amusement as he slowly pulls out till only the tip is caught on your rim. Without warning his hips slam forward and fill you completely in one fluid motion. Your eyes rolls to the back of your head and before you know it Lo’ak is following his brother’s pace. They slam into you from each side at a jackhammer pace. The pleasure of your sweet spot being hit by Neteyam’s cock at each thrust coalesces with the pain of Lo’ak’s banging into the back of your throat.

It’s a painful yet erotic dance that flows through your senses as you try to keep up with the movements. You whine at the increased soreness that comes from Neteyam’s hips slapping lewdly against your tender ass. Lo’ak on the other hand has a firm grip on your hair as he continues to use your mouth without a second thought. You are an absolute gagging whimpering mess with swollen lips, tear stained cheeks and an obvious glow on your rear and both men revel in the image.

Your legs and arms tremble with the challenge of not collapsing beneath you.

“That’s it that’s it. So close, gonna cum down your throat, mama.” Lo’ak groans, head thrown back in pleasure. “You want my cum, yawne? Gonna savor every drop like the good girl I know you can be?”

A mewl escapes the back of your sore throat, trying to beg with your eyes for exactly that. Neteyam’s brutal pounding of your sweet spot has your head in a blurry haze but you can recognize your desire to be a good girl. You want to make Lo’ak proud as you swallow all of his sticky seed.

“That’s what I thought.” The words barely escape his lips before his cock is twitching and squirting white cum down your throat. He holds your head in place firmly, not allowing you to move away but you don’t try to anyway. You suck greedily, trying to breath as your gag around his member. The sticky substance is salty and thick but you’ve grown accustomed to the taste. Once his moans of ecstasy die down, Lo’ak’s pulls out from your mouth with a ‘pop’.

“Swallow.” You immediately obey, throat aching at the simple gulp. Long fingers grasp your jaw, squeezing your cheeks slightly. “Open. Tongue out, mama.”

Your tongue is stuck out to show you’ve swallowed, all the while little distorted moans leave your open mouth, still stimulated by the brutal fucking of your pussy by the eldest brother. His smooth words of praise become only white noise as you reach the tip of your peak. Neteyam feels the way you naturally clench around him and takes it as his cue to reach underneath and massage your clit.

“G-gonna cum aah need to cum! Please sir!” You’re not sure which brother you are asking for permission from but it’s Neteyam that growls out an answer.

“Cum all over my cock, babygirl. Give it all to me.” His breathy command sends you over the edge. Stars dance along the outlines of your vision as you cum for the second time. “Fucking hell! I swear you’re trying to milk my cock, yawne.” Neteyam groans but you are too far gone to process his words. His thrusts ride you out through your climax.

Insistent fingers still thrum at your clit as you come down from the high and a whimper escapes your lips at the overstimulation. Neteyam doesn’t let up, the sound of slapping skin only becoming louder as he ruts into you aggressively.

“Too much! S’too much! Nete please!” You plead but Lo’ak is quick to shut you up. He kneels and forcefully takes you into a heated kiss.

“This is punishment, babygirl. It’s not for you to decide.”

There are no words that can be formed in response with your hazy focus and even if there were, Lo’ak has your mouth occupied again. His kiss is sharper, more demanding than his older brother’s. You struggle to stay present in it with the whiny gasps that push from your throat. You grasp at Lo’ak’s broad shoulders to stabilize yourself, your legs already on the verge of giving out.

The tendrils of oversensitivity wrap and weave their way through your veins, demanding every ounce of your attention. Lo’ak’s kiss is failing to restrain your begging pleas, but he shushes you tenderly with praises as Neteyam chases his own high.

“I’m gonna cum inside this little pussy just how you like it, babygirl.” Neteyam’s pace is practically ripping the air from your lungs at this point, expertly finding that spongy spot inside of you with ease. “Fill you up till my cum is leaking down your thighs. Always such a messy thing afterwards, aren’t you?”

Lo’ak begins to attack your neck with open mouthed kisses and you take the opportunity to gasp for air before responding to the eldest brother.

“Yes sir! Feels so good, please don’t stop!” You screech, hands clawing at Lo’ak’s shoulders hard enough to draw trickles of blood. Lucky for you Lo’ak barely flinches as he leaves hickeys along the column of your neck. You knew these are going to be more marks that have the other males of the clan staring at you, but there is nothing that seems to satiate Lo’ak’s oral fixation and marking kink.

“Then cum for me again, yawne. Be a good slut and cum on this dick again.” His demand tempts you to protest but Lo’ak slaps your ass in warning before you even open your mouth to speak. Neteyam rubs at your clit fiercely without reprieve and that overwhelming stimulation is washing over you again like a wave. Your climax comes without your permission and it has your mouth open in a silent scream.

Rope of sticky seed paint the inside of your walls, Neteyam’s hand leaving crescent shaped indents on your left hip. A cacophony of whimpers and growls stir together to fill the marui along with the squelching sounds of your tight pussy taking him in.

“Good fucking girl.” Neteyam rumbles, finally halting his hips before sliding out of you.You collapse into Lo’ak’s arms as the aftershock of the orgasm shakes at your nerves. Neteyam spreads your legs widely to admire his work while you are cradled and shushed in Lo’ak’s lap. You can feel the white cum dribbling past your entrance only to have Neteyam collect the seed with his thumb and push it back inside your pussy.

Lo’ak pets at your hair fondly while you bury your face against his stripped thighs. The two give you a short reprieve as you pant into Lo’ak’s lap. Hope that you have proven yourself starts to form and fester but that quickly dies when you are manhandled to lay on your back.

“Still one last bit of punishment that needs to be dished out, babygirl.” Neteyam softly pets your parted thighs.

“Something to make sure you never touch what belongs to us again without permission.” Lo’ak chimes in.

“Are you ready to take it?” You know what Neteyam is really asking. ‘Are you willing to keep going?’ The eldest is always the most responsible when it comes to checking in on you, making sure your limits aren't pushed too far. Surely it has become a habit after all he does to look after his siblings and friends. Your body is aching and sore but there is still a burning desire to continue, to make up for your disobedience.

“Yes sir.” The confirmation is barely a scratchy whisper but Neteyam smiles back in response. Golden eyes never leave yours as he spreads your thighs apart as wide as they can go. Your soft folds naturally part with the new position, still sticky with arousal and cum. Lo’ak fingers trace soothing circles along your ribs and stomach lightly, the gentle touches letting you know there is something painful coming your way.

Neteyam’s palm comes down on your cunt hard and fast.

Your thighs are quick to slam closed as the burning sensation travels along your core. The pain and pleasure are mixed so closely into a new found wave of electricity, but all you can think about is protecting your already sensitive clit and pussy from his spanks.

“None of that, babygirl.” Neteyam tsks with a shake of his head. “Keep them open.”

Your muscles ache with the forced movement of Neteyam spreading your legs once more.

“Shouldn’t have broken the rules, yawne. Now we have to spank your little cunt till she no longer aches to be naughty.” The younger Sully boy reminds you.

“Lo’ak!” You whine, head thrown back against his shoulder. Your complaints are only met with a dark chuckle and chaste kisses to your cheek.

The second hit comes without warning and the wet sound of the impact is obscene. Your ears pin back against your hair.

“Poor babygirl. When are you going to learn?” The patronizing tone from Neteyam is hardly processed in your brain as you struggle to keep your legs closed again. Although the mighty warrior can easily outmatch your strength, he calls upon Lo’ak for help so he can continue the harsh slaps.

Lo’ak easily slips his arms underneath your knees and pull them wide and up towards your ear so your body is effectively pressed in half. You are completely vulnerable and exposed to the torment and yet your body contradicts itself by releasing more slick that pools down along your red cheeks. Neteyam uses two fingers to gently part your lips and expose your swollen bud.

“Nete, I’m so-”

You are cut off with another smack directly on your clit. Your body jolts but is kept in place by Lo’ak as Neteyam raises an eyebrow at you.

“I’m sorry, sir!” Your trembling voice quickly corrects. “I won’t do it again I promise!”

“Of course you won’t, babygirl. Not after we’re through with you.” The eldest’s face holds a crooked grin while gently stroking a finger through your swollen folds.

“How many more?” His ears flick at your quiet question. The brothers lock eyes once more across your shoulder.

“What do you think, Lo’ak? How many more does our little slut need to behave?” Neteyam tilts his head to the side with a feigned beseeching look as if he has simply asked his brother about the weather; not the fate of your poor cunt. Lo’ak as always is a fan of drawing things out letting the trepidation and anticipation build till you are squirming in his hold.

Not that the added suspense is needed anyway. You are already a wreck, bent in half with messy hair, ass red and neck full of little love bites and hickies. Your brain works on half power as the mixture of Neteyam and your juices shimmer along your sensitive parts fully only display. The warm breeze rolling over your exposed body only serves as a greater reminder of the compromising position you are in.

“At least a few more to get her nice and warm.” The vagueness of his response is intentional, effectively leaving the other brother to do as he pleases without restraint. Neteyam takes the invitation without pause.

His hand comes down on your exposed folds and it wrenches a wrangled moan from your lips. It is hard to distinguish the lines between agony and bliss at this point. Either way, the exercise is useless so you surrender yourself to the experience instead.

Neteyam plays an agonizing game of alternating between working your clit and smacking your cunt within the same breath. Neteyam looks up through eyes glazed over with dark lust to see your pinched up expression and heaving chest panting for air. It sends a thrill through him to see you absolutely fucked out of your mind, no thoughts left but that of pleasure and pain and of course the need to please them.

“I need you to promise something, babygirl.”

“Y-yes yes I p-promise.” You sputter out before really processing his words. Lo’ak’s dark laugh vibrates against your back.

“He hasn’t told you what to promise yet, mama. Poor thing can barely form a thought, too cockdrunk.” Lo’ak nips playfully at your pinned back ear but the sensation is drowned out by another spank landing home on your clit.

“Promise that this cunt belongs to us. Promise that my brother and I get to play with it whenever we please.”

Lucky for you, this is not a new promise or concept. It takes little thought to swing together a response.

“It’s all yours! It’s always belonged to you two, sir!” Your heavy eyelids make it difficult to peek through to make eye contact with Neteyam while speaking but the proud look on his face makes the effort worth it.

“Good girl.” One last smack comes down on your cunt making you mewl pathetically. You scarcely notice when Lo’ak releases your legs and they collapse to the woven marui floor. Despite everything you’ve been through there is still one desire that burns at the front of your brain.

“L-Lo’ak.” He lets your improper addressing go, seeing how frazzled you are.

“Yeah mama?” Hot breath tickles your ear.

“C-can you pl-please…n-need you….” Your tongue seems to work against your best efforts to form a coherent sentence. From his place between your legs Neteyam coos at your destroyed state.

“You want me to fuck you, mama? Want my cock in your pussy?” You almost sag in relief, knowing that Lo’ak understand your mangled pleas.

“YES! Pl-please please need you!” It feels incomplete at this point to only have one of the brother’s seed trickling down your thighs.

“Don’t worry, mama. Gonna fuck you dumb on my cock.” Lo’ak makes the lewd promise with an angelic voice that contradicts all reason as he presses loving kisses into your curly hair. The brothers make quick work of switching places, your head laying back on Neteyam’s lap while Lo’a settles himself between your legs.

“You really did a number on her, bro.” Lo’ak bends down and kisses your clit gently. The flesh is hot to the touch and even the smallest sensation makes your toes curl. Neteyam meanwhile busies himself with running his calloused fingertips along the curves of your torso. He revels in seeing the goosebumps that appear beneath his touch and the way your sore nipples harden again with even the slightest breeze.

Your entrance futters out of sensitivity when Lo’ak’s mushroom tip pushes past the rim. Every ridge and vein is felt against your velvety walls, encasing him eagerly. You are too exhausted to keep your eyes open but the melodic groans that slip past Lo’ak’s lips are ones that you recognize well. His thrusts are smooth and long, making sure to bury into you to the hilt every time.

His balls slap obscenely against your sore ass while his pelvis causes a delicious burn when coming in contact with the heated flesh of your core. Still, you can tell that Lo’ak is trying to hold back for your sake, seeing how exhausted his yawne is. You are dazzled by your own body’s ability to start working towards its fourth orgasm of the night. The coil wraps even tighter when you dare to watch Lo’ak’s body move through the slits of your barely opened eyes. The dark curves and design of his tattoo beautifully accentuates the sheer power and muscle of his toned hips and lower abs.

There is a flitter of pride that always surfaces when you see either of the brothers, forest people by birth, sporting the Metkayina traditional tattoos and clothing. In some way it makes them feel even more like yours. Your forest boys turned ocean hunters.

“So gorgeous, yawne. Taking him so well.” Neteyam’s string of praises soothes your pounding heart as your climax crawls closer and closer.

“Already got me close, mama, fluttering around me like that.” Lo’ak chimes in through bared teeth. There is no strength left to respond to the words, only a constant spew of obscene noises erupt from you.

The concept of time is lost on you as your brain only focuses on the overwhelming stimulations racking from your core. It could have been a few minutes or hours but all you know is that when Lo’ak paints your inner walls white with ropes of his cum, your climax follows in suit.

“Yes! Oh yes mama, just like that!” The symphony of mixed moans and growls rattle in your ears until your orgasm finally stops shaking your bones.

Your eyes shut immediately, only vaguely aware of the sets of warm hands moving your body. When you manage to take in your surroundings once again you are sandwiched between the two brothers, head on Lo’ak’s chest as Neteyam cleans you with a wet cloth.

“Did you learn your lesson, babygirl?” Neteyam asks with a soft smile. You have just enough strength to nod your head and send a tired smile back.

“Go to sleep, yawne.” Lo’ak’s fond chuckle acts as a lullaby that pulls you into the heavy mist of sleep.

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loaksbitch · 1 year

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imagine jake sully telling you he’ll force an orgasm out of you yes? YES. no but like subby jake turns to softish dom in the middle sksksk — 1.04k wc

warnings - riding, marking, him thrusting upward when you ride him (if that’s a warning), pinning his hands above his head, p in v, deep stroking, growling, squirting but no biggie, subby yet switch jake? idk, but whiny jake is definitely there, biting, licking and talking dirty if you notice it

lmk what i missed on adding !! i love each and every one of you sm! take care,, like + reblogs are always appreciated please <3

“i will force it outta’ you.” — jake sully (⨳)

“baby,” jake would whine desperately as he’s trying to memorize every single of your curves, hands griping your flesh, breast, hips, ass and thighs. you’re so beautiful the thought alone makes him grow hard inside you

your soft mewls are bonus for him while you sink back down, taking his girthy length deep in you. “you’re so beautiful.” he traps his lips between his teeth letting a groan out from his pit of chest.

you look down at him and he stared back shameless, how your tits would bounce every now and then, how your tight cunt invites him in, he loved every bit of it.

you lean down to kiss your mate as he whimpers at your chest pressing against his, your erect nipples doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “so good, you’re so good.” it’s like a pat on your head and a rope that makes you clench on his fat cock

you kiss him deeply, exchanging moans until the demand for oxygen becomes too much and wins than devouring each other. you put your upper body on his but you kept going, kept rolling your hips and his thrusts up to you matched perfectly.

you moaned how he made you feel to his ear, whispering sweet praises making it hard for him to last longer. jake only heaves hard, breathing shallow and deep.

“need you close, princess” he cries, he fucking cries.

“i need you close.” you weren’t ready for his move when he planted his heels to the mat and brought his hips up to thrust upward. your breath gets knocked out as you fully lose your balance and tumble on his chest

his left, large hand leaves your hips and holds the back of your head softly, he’s so gentle with you. it’s like you’d break if he gets rough with you,

“you’re doing so good, ma jake” you would only gasp when he ruts to you upward, pressing your head to his crook of neck to hide you. “you make me feel so good, princess.”

his breath hitches every time he speaks

you intentionally tighten on him and he heaves. deciding to push him farther, you suck on the flesh of his neck and reveled in it, the sting makes jake’s cock stir in your sex

he would feel his stomach knotting and moan tears out from his chest. you in other hand lick on his skin after bruising it enough to show the na’vi’s he belongs to you, you lean back and watch the art you made before smiling

jake watches your hand sneak to his and frowns when you remove them from your skin to only bring them above his head, pinning both his hands to the ground. you make sure to take him further in and jake chuckles.

“what’re you doi— oh fuuuck.” his words cut when your clit grinds right on his pelvis making your wetness smear against his skin. “ngh,” you struggle to roll your hips and jake only closed his eyes focusing on taking breath not to cum before you

“need you to cum for me baby” he tells you but you’ve another plan.

make him cum before you.

his eyes are unfocused when he opens them and amber eyes lock with yours. “hear me? n-need…shit,” you’re rolling your hips and love how his eyes rolls back to his head

he was so breath taking when he whined under you. jake feels the cord of his release stretching and becoming hard with your movement and you moan when he grows large inside you, a sign that he’s so close

“do it.” you demand as your both hands are intertwined and pinned above his head. “cum for me, jake, do it.” your voice is so hot it makes it hard for him

“where do you want me?” his brows are knitted

“i need you inside,” you huff moving up and down on him, “cum inside.” and with that you feel jake instant pull his hands away from you. you’re about to ask what he’s doing when he jerked you both up and pulled out from you

you’re about to whine but him pushing you to the ground for a missionary makes you seal your lips.

jake can feel your surprised amber eyes keeps following him and he smiles at you before getting between your legs, “want you under me when i stuff you with my load, yeah?” you’re about to fight him back but he only pushes your leg wider

you use your elbow to support yourself and watch his cock press on your folds before slipping between them and entering your cunt

“jake!” it’s your time to whine

right after he bottoms out, jake brings his eyes up to take your face in and fuck he almost busted himself. your jaw dropped and brows furrowed, head fallen back… you’re so breathtaking

he began a slow, deep torture, watching your response to every thrust he delivers, he watched you unravel under his simple touch. your pouty lips are open, delivering soft moans when he pulls out and rubbing his girthed tip on your clit before sinking back in

jake looks down where you’re connected and his heart swelled. your cunt was pretty too.

“such a pretty girl with a pretty cunt you are.” he leans down and nudges your nose to the side to make you turn away. your neck is visible to him and he targets to mark you allover

you fight for air in your lungs and jake only tests how far he could go in you

his ears flatten against his hair when he fully thrusts and his balls rest on your folds. he kept his ground there and gets turned on how you squirm against him

“told you i need you to cum for me.”

you quickly shake your head, “not gonna do that?” he watches how your marked skin moves when you shake your head side to side

“fine, i will force it outta’ you.”

one hand goes to grip your right leg and place his arm under your the back on your knee, “jake that’s not fai–JAKE!” you scream when you’re dragged close to him by your leg and he knocks you

“you know i’m not gonna cum before you,” every word is said with a huff cause by when he pulls out and slams back into you. “hear me? need you to cum for me and i’ll make you cum.”

your eyes are now shut, body laid on the mat when jake uses your as a personal fuck toy

your voice gets high pitched when you feel bubble starts to form inside you and your eyes slammed shut tighter than before. nails are dug to your mates back but he only enjoys when you scratch him, creating extra stripes

your sound encourages him to go farther and tougher when he feels you tighten.

your pussy keeps squelching when his fat cock pushes into you and jake sniffs and chuckles. “hear that sound you’re making, you’re so wet, pretty girl.” at his words your muscles only grips him harder

jake’s ears perk up when he takes a hint you like being called that name. “pretty girl.” his deep voice again causes your pussy to clench and you whine, “you like it when i call you that huh? my prettiest girl.”

back arching, your head tilted to the side. your quickened breath was shaking and becoming raged.

and jake feels his own balls tighten, he needs you quick and milk him before he erupts his load in you. rough thumbs meets your attention seeking clit and your body jolts. jake flicked and pinched on your bud enough to make that bubble burst

“j-jake…” you call for him, desperate to hold on to him when your wetness squirts on his cock and allover. “‘m right here, right here for you pretty girl.” he’s still stimulating your nub until you push his write away from yours

just like he wanted you under him, you’re shuddering and recovering from his abuse against your walls when he suddenly grunts with a small “‘m close.”

he thrusts all the way in and stops, “jake, you’re too deep.” oh he knows, he clearly knows and enjoys that he’s almost in your gut. his breathing ceased until the first wave of contractions hit and his pelvis hurt from the feeling.

jake hides himself into the curve of your neck and whines when he rode out his last drop of climax, you could feel your cervix full from how he was cumming hard.

he lazily thrusts till his complete drop or load is inside you

out of breath and weak, both of you just stay like that for a while or at least until your lungs are calmed and taking air normally. jake slowly eases out of you and lifts himself on his elbows just enough to see your face and his heart calms at your expression

clearly you’re spent and tried but even with that? you manage to bring your hands to his cheeks and cup him before pulling him to a feverish kiss

you two feel yourselves smile into the kiss before letting giggles and chuckles filled with love out. “i really wanted to make you cum.” your lips perk and jake hums

“try next time beautiful.” he pressed his forehead against yours and you roll your eyes before huffing. “i love you” he manages to say and your lips curve, “i love you too.”

you both decide to cuddle each other and talk about some little things only filled with love, happiness and fairytales.

typos and shitty grammar happened and they’re not edited, apologies! hope you liked this,, lmk in the comments so i could write more for you babies! likes and reblogs are appreciated so so so much <3

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pastelclovds · 10 months

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pregnancy sex with jake sully…

but jake is the one who is pregnant!!!😍🥵😳😵💙💕

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nickgoesinsane · 1 year

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bond

jake sully x metkayina!reader x neytiri te tskaha mo’at’ite

cw: nsfw (minors dni), sub!jake, sub!neytiri, dom!reader, intersex na’vi, threesome, voyeurism, masturbation, vaginal fingering, hair pulling, oral sex, spit, tsaheylu, creampie, etc.

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You hum low in your throat as you roll your hips in a leisure thrust. Wet heat clenches around your cock, pulsing like a heartbeat. Jake drops his forehead against his folded arms, his back arching beautifully as he moans. “Pretty boy,” You sigh, smoothing a hand over the curve of his spine. The turquoise color of your skin clashes against the dark blue of his own.

“Oh fuck,” He curses in his Sky Person language, pushing himself back to meet the pistoning of your hips. “S’good. So deep.”

Neytiri takes her bottom lip between her teeth, rolling frantic circles onto her puffy clit with her fingers. Her cunt is flushed, puffy and pretty and slick with arousal that glistens and drips down her thighs to wet the woven carpet on the floor of your marui. Her fingers make loud squelching noises as they thrust into her cunt, curling in search of that spot inside her that makes her toes curl. She hasn’t been successful so far, but the sight of you fucking her mate into the ground has her nearing the edge.

You tangle your fingers into Jake’s hair and lift his head. He grunts at the pleasurable sting that blooms over his scalp, only to groan wantonly at the sinfully delicious sight of his mate. “Come here, mama,” You coo at her, your ears flicking at the way her breath hitches in her throat. She meets your eyes, her pupils blown wide with need. “Let him get a taste.”

She crawls forward and sits in front of Jake, spreading her legs. He immediately latches his mouth onto her clit, moaning at the taste of her desire. Neytiri holds him in the cradle of her thighs, weaving her slender fingers into his hair to guide him with the desperate bucking of her hips. You lean over Jake, giving a particularly firm thrust that has him whimpering into Neytiri’s cunt, and cup her cheek to pull her into a kiss. It’s a desperate, open mouthed kiss that has her gasping as you trace the points of her fangs with your tongue.

Thin strings of spit connect your bruised lips as she pulls away to breathe. Neytiri cups your face, staring into your eyes as you grip Jake’s slim waist in your hands, dragging him back onto your cock with every thrust. Little ah, ah, ah, ah’s leave his occupied mouth in between kisses and licks peppered onto Neytiri’s clit, three of his fingers thrusting and curling inside her cunt.

Her hand shakes as she reaches behind her to grasp the end of her tswin and bring it over her shoulder. She bares it to Jake, who nods almost frantically in response, and takes a hold of his own. You watch hungrily as the tendrils of their kuru interlock, and their bodies jolt as tsaheylu is made. The mutual pleasure proves to be too much for them, and they nearly scream as they orgasm. Jake grips her thighs tightly as cum paints the muscled planes of his torso, and Neytiri’s eyes screw shut as she gushes all over his slack mouth. You curse at the vice grip of Jake’s hole around your cock, doubling the force of your thrusts until he’s helplessly rocking back and forth. His thighs are a frothy mess of your precum and his slick, slapping wetly against your own.

“Inside—” He pleads in between ragged gasps, turning his head to look at you over his shoulder. He’s the image of debauchery, the lower half of his face soaked in Neytiri’s juices, “Come inside me, yawntu.”

Neytiri drags her nails down your front, hunger in her eyes, “Fill him.” She breathes.

The coil in your abdomen snaps, and your hips snap forwards one last time to sheathe the entire length of your cock inside his hole. You tug him onto his knees, pressing his back flush against your chest, and wrap your fingers around his half hard cock to stroke him . He throws his head back, crying out as another orgasm rips through him, echoed by Neytiri’s answering moan. You hiss through your teeth as your balls clench, emptying rope after rope of cum into his hole until it drips in thick streams of opalescent white.

“What do we say?” You murmur against Jake’s sweaty temple, mocking his own words.

He’s too exhausted to form a response, shaking in your arms with little pleased hums and whimpers as he pants. Neytiri shuffles closer, unbothered by the cum that smears onto her skin, and wraps her arms around both of you. She presses her lips against your cheek in a kiss, nuzzling her nose against your skin while her tail loops around Jake’s thigh, “Thank you, yawntu.”

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fluloa · 1 year

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SOAKED | jake sully x reader [mini series pt. 4]

only warning for u alien fuckers: it’s a bit filthy. mentally prepare yourself ig. TWO HANDS ON THE PHONE PEOPLE

You're sharpening your knife as you sit in the designated spot for your next lesson. You're dreading it, if you're honest with yourself. You have so many emotions bottled up, just waiting to explode and Jake's probably going to be the victim of it. The weather is a bit on the cold side, giving you gentle shivers and making goosebumps rise on your arms. Your stomach is full with a weird feeling, anticipation almost.

Jake's husked voice startles you, "Looks alright."

You sigh quietly. Speak of the devil. You don't look at him when he walks over to you, sits down beside you with his big body as he bends a leg up, leaning his arm over his knee. "It's tricky because you really gotta flick it at the tip," he ghosts a finger along the edge of your knife. "So that it's real sharp."

You flick it hard as he says, but he shakes his head, moving behind you. "Real tight grip here," he closes his hand over yours on the handle, shaking it a bit for exaggeration. You can feel the warm air of his breath, dipping down your neck and it's taunting you. "And— give me your other hand."

You don't give it to him. There's a second of silence before he takes your hand for himself, enveloping it with his own hand before he's lining it up at the thick girth of the knife's base, and striking it up, a nice shing sound coming out of it. He does it a few more times before he's letting your hands go, watching you do it by yourself.

"That's good. Keep it tight." His words of praise shamefully give you a rise, a cool shrivel slivering down your chest. You swear he's doing it on purpose, you swear.

While you flick at your knife with the silver sharpening tool, you look to the side, not directly looking at him but it's enough to grab his attention to your face. "Remember that hexapede I killed?" He hums in a curious tone, and you take it as a response to speak further. "Well, I tried looking for it, but it wasn't there. Some other animal must've snatched it up."

"Nah, I carried it back to the village," he announces.

"Right. When you left me?" you ask, tugging a sharper strike to your knife than the other strikes. Jake notices it. His jaw tenses, blinking to you with his eyes boring holes into your form.

"When I left you." He swallows, "Listen, I wanna apologise—"

"Oh, you want to apologise, Jake?" you laugh sarcastically, venom dripping from your words.

His jaw tenses, "I didn't want to leave you."

You snap your head back, a glare stung into your eyes. "But you did."

"You're making it out like it's a bad thing that I did."

You laugh dryly, chucking your knife onto the ground as you stand up. He immediately stands up with you, glowering over you. "You know that it is."

"Don't tell me what I know and don't know, girl." Jake warns, nose twitching. "I helped you, and then left. That simple."

"You can't tell me that you weren't just fucking me to help me. That's not how it works and if you say otherwise, you're lying," you snarl.

He's quiet for a second, searching back and forth between your eyes with his chest rising with a long breath in, "I don't—"

You give him a harsh shove to the chest, hissing out a groan of anger. His eyes blow out wide, then they relax into a dangerous squint. Your eyes widen. He reaches for you and grabs firmly at your wrist, his fingers clutched tight around your bone and your arm twitches with the sudden spring of pain. You attempt to slip your wrist out of his grasp, and when it doesn't work and he doesn't budge, you claw at his jaw recklessly. It's successful and he lets go of your wrist with a grunt.

He grabs your hair, fisting his fingers through your scalp before yanking it back. You swing your leg and kick him in the stomach, sending him back as you zoom past him.

He acts quick and grabs your tail, tugging you back towards him and for the millionth time this week, presses you against him. You stamp on his foot, digging your nails into the skin of his arm and he cries out, a half-hiss and half-groan. He flips you, finds the tree right beside you and pushes you flat against it. He takes both of your wrists into his hands as he shakes them angrily. You scramble and squirm in his grip. "I'll tell you what I know, girl, and you'll fucking listen."

You whine out a hiss, heart beating against your rib cage like it's about to pop out and splatter across the ground. He hisses back, edged fangs spiking out from his mouth and it makes your skin crawl in either a bad or a good way, you're not entirely sure.

"I know that you're the most beautiful person I've ever fuckin’ seen," he pants. "You don't know what you do to me, huh? Just your giggle makes my stomach drop. It annoys the shit out of me how you've got me drawn to you, it's damn stupid. I don't know what to do with myself anymore."

You try to wiggle your wrists out from his grip, but it proves to be helpless, a smug look flickering in his eyes that makes you want to clock him straight in the face. Jake picks your joined wrists up off the tree and slams them back onto the wood for a hard warning. "You— you think you're confused?" you sneer between huffed breaths. "Mr. I'mfuckingyoutohelpyouconcentratenotbecauseIwantto. Like that doesn't fuck with my feelings! By the way— it didn't help me focus, just like the last time, what a surprise."

His lips split into a snarl, an annoyed flick of his tail as he glares you down, his chest grumbling with a deep growl. You return him with the same feverous eyes, chest strong and upheld with no sense of backing down.

Then you catch it. The weakness of only a man; the millisecond of a pair of eyes dropped down to your heaving lips. Your eyelashes flutter, a new tension rushing in like a thick cloud of smoke. Your heads jut forward at the same time, teeth clashing in a rushed, wanted motion morphed into a messy kiss.

But it's different this time. It feels different, different than the first kiss he gave you the first time you were pushed up against a tree. You can't pinpoint it, but it's just different.

He lets your wrists go, grip fading to a none until your arms are flopping around his shoulders. His tongue slips with ease into the cavern of your mouth, as he uses a hand to cup the part of your neck just below your ear, bring your face even closer to his. You let your head tilt, allowing him a wider opening to your mouth that he groans lowly in thanks to.

He skims past your loincloth, palming your hot cunt and grinding the hard edge of his palm directly onto your clit. "This give you déjà vu from last time?"

You groan, back arching towards his head. "Shut up and put your fingers in me," you whine.

"I remember leaving with the biggest fuckin' boner. Seein' you all whiney and shit and like putty in my hands," he claims, seeming like he can just feel the pain from remembrance. "Good thing you can fix it for me this time."

He says this as he leisurely slides two fingers into your cunt, and you suck in a tight breath, the thick girth of them lengthening you out. "And just like that, sucking me allll the way in," he whispers in astonishment, just like the last time.

"Will you just shut up?" you groan, wheezing out a groan when his fingers curl into your walls. He strokes them in and out of you, slowly and steadily. He presses loosely at your clit, gentle circles on the sensitive bud.

Then he suddenly pulls his two fingers out, staring at the thin strings of your juices that stick to his finger pads, "Wet enough."

He kneels to the ground in a rush, taking you with him as he fumbles to untie your top. You drag your hands along his skin, touching every patch of hard bone and toned muscle you can manage. You're both kneeling in front of each other, grabbing at any clothing that gets in the way of each other's fingers. He pushes you back with a hand, laying you out in the grass as he scoops his hand down to your pussy, runs a thumb over your clit. Jake leans down, grabbing at the bone of your hips and jutting you closer to him.

Jake cooly wraps a hand around his cock, sighs as he starts to stroke the length in slow movements. He reaches out from behind him, and your stomach drops. He presents his tsaheylu to you with a sense of shyness, his head tilted down. You look between him and the glowy, spiky end of his platt.

Your silence speaks volumes to him, and just before he's going to say something to rub it off as a joke, you're reaching from behind you as well, body squirming in anticipation as you air your tsaheylu next to his. They twitch and fizzle, swaying so close and it's just that tiny bit of space that needs to be filled.

He looks to you, eyes softening in one last ask and you give him a reassuring, hasty nod. He readjusts his grip on his platt, leaning his tsaheylu just a little closer and they connect. A surge of electricity bolts through your body, biting in a gasp as your skin jitters. You feel it, you feel him, understand him. Understand everything.

Jake's blinking rapidly, as he leans over you just to nuzzle his face into your neck, his hot pants of breath pressing into your skin. He slurs over his words, "Oh my... fffuck, s' good, you're so good."

"Jake," you warn, voice wavering as you tremble underneath his warm body. "Need you ins— inside me. Right now, Jake, please."

He teases his cock at your entrance, letting out a shaky breath at your warm wetness trickling down his tip. You gasp when he slips it in with one thrust, bottoming out perfectly as he sits in snug. He breathes out a quiet laugh, "You're so... fuck, girl. So warm and— and ni—hice."

You dig your nails into his back, tail curling around his thigh. You feel everything he feels, connecting with him at such a level that all you can do is hold onto him, just needing to feel him, to hold him and kiss him and fuck him and do everything as long as it's him. You can only rasp one word out. "Jake."

He snaps his hips into you, starts at a pace that's brutal and uncalculated. His cock pushes into your tightness with ease, like it was made for him. You pull him in with each thrust he gives you, welcoming him in to the warmth of your femininity, your body that he's claimed as his.

Your pussy flutters around his girth with every single groan he lets slip from his throat, voice cracked and husky from the euphoria he's coated with. He lands a kiss to your neck, suckling at the skin before biting down, a sting that zips through your body all the way down to your cunt. You squeal, back snapping into an arch and he scoops an arm around it, giving him a better grip on your body to deepen his thrusts, to strive further up into your pussy.

He desperately grabs at your thighs, swings them up and over his shoulders as your feet dangle in the air. It opens up a whole new angle, and you scream out, his dick hitting steeper and stronger inside of you. Your hair is tangled from the ground, the skin of your back grinding against the dirt of it.

At the new found angle, he groans, head leaning up a little as his eyelids close halfway, his eyes bruised in a haze. He's completely lost in the way you squeeze around him, the way his cock feels sliding into your tight body. It's like a drug. A new found addiction.

"Shut up, hah— jus' fuck me," you babble, a moan ripping out of your chest when his hips thrust a sudden jolt into your pussy, brushing over your cervix.

"How funny," he pants out, smirking like a goddamn idiot and you frown.

"What?" you question, a quick moan breaking from you when a random wave of heat splashes through your stomach.

"Bet Selkath wishes he was wearing this necklace." He rasps, letting a harsh laugh fall from his mouth as he reaches up a hand and tugs on your ankles wrapped right around neck.

You make a weak hiss, turning into a groan when he lifts his body higher, angles his cock deeper up into your cunt. "If you don't shut up, maybe I'll let him."

Jake growls, eyes flicking wild, turning a dark and dangerous hue that you can tell is whipped with a color of jealousy, even betrayal. "You won't even be able to feel him graze your pussy once I'm done with you."

You feel a purr erupt from your chest, your inner woman squealing in delight because yes, she screams, he must breed you until all you can feel his body and only his and nothing else.

He brushes a hand over your cheek, face distorted in complete bliss and he stares deep into your face, tail swishing at the way your mouth agapes. His hands slip to your waist, thumbs digging into your stomach and he uses it as a leverage to bring you back harder onto his dick, lifting you up until you're practically leaning on his body to stay off the ground. He bends you to his will like you're a rubber band, like a toy.

"So warm," he coos, and you whine, digging your head into the grass laying beneath it. You don't want him saying that, don't want him climbing his stupid fingers into your heart and taking it any more than he already has. The feminine instinct fixed in the depths of you screams mate, mate, mate. Big, protective mate that needs to pound you into oblivion or you'll lose your mind. That along with the anger that burns inside you, like a match that's been lit way too many times and is about to snap underneath the pressure of his hands.

"Jake, just shut up," you snap, sentence ending on a hasty push when he smashes his lips onto yours, exploring your mouth with the thick flat of his tongue. He kisses you with a fever, an aching want with a grunt falling from his lips and straight onto the slick of your tongue. Jake crawls a hand up your body and to your head, fingers threading through your hair and he turns your head forcefully, allowing him to deepen the kiss and wrap his tongue tighter along yours.

"God, you're just fucking beautiful," he grunts, slapping your hips. "With this pretty fucking pussy, s' good for me and your little noises and— ssshhit, my girl. S' made for me, you're made for me."

My girl. It makes your stomach spin, makes you clench around his cock driving in and out of you and he groans, "You liked that, huh? My girl?"

You feel his pace inch a slower, and you're confused. His hand scrapes to one of your hands, slipping through the gaps of your fingers and he conjoins them together, pressing deep against the ground. His mouth breaks from yours, deep, panting breaths shaking out from his chest as he leans down to ravage your neck, licking and sucking at your skin like it's a ripe fruit.

You recognise the speed of his thrusts. Slow but strong, like he's trying to memorise each drag of his cock squeezing into your pussy, each squelch and pull of your walls gushing around his length. The rock of his hips is sweet, an act of something you can only describe as passion. You scratch out a whine. You squirm from underneath him, attempting to buck yourself up into him to speed it up, make him nail so hard into you that you see stars. But it doesn't work. He stays the same warm speed, slow rocks into your pussy as he lowly sighs with every calming push.

"No," you whimper, voice lower than a whisper, so quiet it could count as another breath. You huff out an angered patch of air out through your nose. You use both hands and push him, and he doesn't expect it because he tumbles back, flipping onto his back and hitting the trunk of the tree with a big thump. You ignore the cold air pushing on your wet cunt, the sudden loss of his cock deep inside of you making you shudder.

You crawl onto him, eyes wide with hunger and from what he can see, anger. Your tail flicks as you palm his shoulders, knees on each side of his legs as you air just above his dick. You grip at his tsaheylo and conjoin it to yours again, a flush rushing through you both. You catch the way his eyes flatten against his head for a second at your determined, heated gaze, now realising the rage you held. A woman who's not satisfied with her mate's fucking, there's nothing scarier. Especially after everything he's teased her for, everything he's done to her for the past week.

"Baby, you ain't gonna last two rocks with those little hips." Jake mutters, emphasising the words two rocks as he places his hands comfortable on your hips. You don't reply, instead lowering your body and inch by inch, sinking down onto his cock. He lengthens you up, and you feel so full and nice that you let out a sigh that screams finally, all the while hearing Jake take the biggest breath you've ever heard him take.

You're not wasting time as you start grinding against him, ears twitching, head falling back in utter bliss. Jake slips out a quiet laugh, and it sounds nervous. He watches as your breasts shift with each sway of your hips, and his cock twitches inside of you at the obscure scene. It's perfect, so, so perfect with the way his cock drags through you. But you need more.

You begin lifting yourself up, rocking right back down onto him, the motion of riding coming into play little by little. Jake's breath hitches, his hands twitching at your hips. Your cunt pulses around him, puffy folds tugging his dick so perfectly. He lets his head slump against the tree, the rise of his chest speeding up.

You lean forward, a sudden desperation taking over you, the anger flickering in your abdomen crackling to a fire. You grab at his hair, press your cheek against the top of his head as your hips move in an up and down circular motion. Jake chokes out a grunt, springing forward to kiss at your chest, shoving his face into your breasts as his tongue lolls out along your bare skin.

He pants, messy kisses along your chest as his mouth fans out hot breaths. "My g—"

"Shut. Up." You pull on his hair, forcing his head further back and moaning as you stride your body, moving his cock in so deep, then moving it just about out before you rock it back in. You shift a hand to grip at the tree for better stability, rising up before gravity whips you back down onto his dick. A whine leaves his lips, a literal whine. It's so, so quiet, but you hear it, and he knows it. He can tell by the way your ears flutter at his head. You puff out a laugh that's hilted with breath.

He leaves deep kisses along your chest, kissing at the plush fat of your tits and decorating the map of your torso with dark marks and tiny red hickeys. His tongue finds your nipple, swirling it around the hard bud and you move your hips faster, huffing out a moan as sweat beads neat at your forehead. The blunt of his nails dig deep into the skin of your hips, and starts to move your hips with his grip, sharpening your strokes into his dick and you hum an appreciated sigh.

You've left him stunned for words, mouth hung open as you grind your cunt deep along his cock, riding him like he's a goddamn stallion. You wrap your fingers around his leathered choker, leaning your head back and pulling him rough into an even rougher kiss. You can feel him pant into the kiss, his silent groans pressing on your tongue. His lips are wet and messed with saliva from previous times, all the while making them softer and easier to run your tongue over.

A broken moan escapes his mouth, muffled by your lips engulfed in his but it only whips the fire tangled inside your tummy, makes your body swing harder along his. You give him a sloppy kiss on the corner of his lips, before nibbling at the bottom centre of it, "Who's whining now?"

His hips jerk up into yours, a stutter of a motion and you can feel the vibration, the angry rumble of his chest and it only encourages you further to drive your hips harder. "Still you," he bites, but his pinched expression melts into a blissful one when you raise your waist higher, slamming back down onto him in one quick motion.

Anger fuels through your bones, all the way down your body to your toes that dig into the ground, dirt blotched on them from the constant movement and curl of them. Jake snaps his hips up into your sopping sex, gaining a low groan through his chest as he digs his messy head of hair into the tree against him.

Your body burns and shakes with every stride of your hips, sliding his cock into you with reckless rhythm. You're shivering with hot emotion, a blurred mixture of adore and vexation, and Jake can feel every single drop of it. You feel him shift underneath you, eyes squinting and his tail whacking the tree accidentally with a swift brush. He mumbles your name, the hoarse gruff of his voice sending a shivered bolt down your spine.

You already know he's preparing some rushed apology, some kind of reason as to why he's been throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes lately but you don't want to hear it. All your body and your being screams at you is to ride his cock and make him spill into you. Mark him as yours.

You want the release, can feel it burning up inside you and splintering at your fingertips, ready to explode into flames. Except this time it isn't him giving it to you, you're giving it to yourself, circling your hips around his cock like it's the last thing you're going to do.

And by Eywa, does Jake fucking love it. He's too focused in the way your perfect little cunt drives him, slipping his cock into your body like it's a piece of cake. He's entranced by the way your hips dance, the perky little bone of them sticking out against your skin each time you lean forward into his stomach. He's getting fucked dumb, and he can't even bring himself to give a shit. Never in his life has he ever met a girl that could ride like you. No, never in his life has a ever met a girl like you. And he doesn't think he ever will, not that he wants or needs to now. Your body is just too sickly sweet, and everything in his body screams at him to just keep his cock glued into you, fill you with his cum until all you can feel is it.

You feel it coming, feel the same mountain morphing as it soars above you. You use your hand to lean at his head, using it as your advantage to ride him rougher, dragging his cock firmer into your cunt. He lets you, now fucking up into you with matched energy and you're bouncing from the capacity. Sweat is slick on your skin, mending with his own and you just need to feel him, touch the soft skin he owns as you bounce on his length. Apparently Jake feels the same, as he pinches and grabs at any part of your body he can reach, mouth touching where his hands can't.

He drags out your name, desperation covering the word and filling in the air after with throaty groans. “Let me come in you, sweetheart. Come on, please. Need to, darlin’ please, need—“

“Yes,” you squeal, scratching at his skin while jutting your hips against him violently. “Pleasepleaseplease,” you beg, crave covering your voice in a high-pitched whine.

Then it hits you, like a bomb setting off, the fire in your belly exploding into millions of little red embers. The mountain erupts like a volcano, and you can feel every little piece cracking down into the ground and out your body. Jake yells out, croaking out a loud grunt as he spills into you, coating your walls with his sticky load. Your head’s spinning, eyes seeing a splash of colors and all you can do is rock in his arms, as you attempt to catch your running breath.

You’re trembling, quaking even as you lay still, Jake’s cock sitting limp in your body. The only thing you can focus on is your conjoined breaths, everything else seeming to hard to even look at. You don’t even realise you’re crying until the tears sink to your neck, and the sound of your quiet sniffles.

You don’t know how long it’s been until Jake begins to shift, and you pull enough strength to lean back. He looks to you, his face set into a hue of content, a small smug smile pulling at his lips. He reaches out to your face, wipes the tears on your face with his thumb lazily. “Holy shit,” he chuckles.

You let out a needed, soft laugh, and his smile widens at the noise of it, tail whisking up at your reaction. He pulls in a breath, chest rising up as he takes both his arms and cups your face. You lean into his warm touch, slumping your forehead against his.

“I see you,” he whispers gently, curling a few fingers around your neck.

“I see you.” You whisper back, mouth cracking into a giddy smile. And when you look into his eyes, you recognise the emotion behind them within a second; love.

wow. biggest chapter out of all of them and i can’t decide whether i like it or not

BIG SHOUTOUT TO @slxttedjakesullyenthusiast who helped me make this filthy fucking piece of whatever it is and if u don’t go follow her im kicking you in the pussy don’t test me

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Ours.

In which you and your wife plot on the boy that comes from a star.

Ours. Neytiri X Jake X reader (Small angst, fluff smut)

⚠️warning⚠️

Smut, cursing, moat being delulu, threesome, small text

“You know, I admire you Jake. You are strong, even when you’re on the brink of death.” You say, voice soft while you dip the tips of your fingers in the war paint. The man in front of you smiles softly as he listens to you, big amber eyes never leaving your pretty face as your fingers gently pressed against his jaw, and slid down the long columns of his neck.

He shouldn’t be feeling this way towards you, no, you were mated with his teacher for god's sake!

And she was mated with you, the worrier that would one day become the leader of this clan.

He took a shaky deep breath, throat bobbing against your slim fingers as he tries to gather his guilty thoughts.

It was time for his Uniltaron, his dream hunt.

The dream hunt was very dangerous, it is a rite of passage in which the Na'vi seek their spirit animal. Usually, the warriors participate, sometimes even the hunters.

In the beginning stage of the ritual, you are fed a glow worm, then stung with an arachnoid. Its venom slows your heart, bringing you close to death to help you find your bond.

Many navi die from this, but many survive, becoming our greatest warriors. You survived it, Neytiri, your mate didn’t have a chance to as she was destined to be tsahik, Tsu’tey also survived it. You know Jake Sully can, he will survive it.

“You are strong, brave… a little stupid.” You said the last part with a grin, plump lips coming back on your fangs as Jake chuckles. “I know the risks… your mate taught me well,” he says, voice barely above a whisper as your painted fingers go down his shoulders and chest.

“But I want to be with the omatikyan. I want- no I need to prove myself. I… want you all to trust me.” Finally peeling your amber eyes away from his blue skin, your eyes meet with his. He was genuine, eyes dilated as they were already stuck on yours. “Well…survive this Jake silly,” your heart flutters from the intensity of his eyes, tail thumping against your thigh.

He truly wanted to be one of you. “And not only will you be omatikyan, you will be family. You will be our brother… a strong worrier that is loyal to us..then you will choose a mate, and you will be loyal to them.”

“Yawne? Is he ready?” Her long legs were the first thing you saw as she turned the corner, beautiful white paint you placed on her beforehand was carefully painted against her face, shoulders, chest, and arms.

Eyes meeting your wife’s eyes, you smile softly, which she returns to you. “Stum, yawne. Come, help me get him prepared.” Neytiri hums softly, golden eyes scanning the unfinished canvas on his back.

“Hey.” The male gives your wife an awkward nod, always feeling a little intimidated by her. “Hello,” she greeted back as she walks behind him, and settled herself on her knees. “Are you ready?” She asked, gentle fingers dipping into the bowl of paint, before meeting the warmth of his back.

“Um-yeah, somewhat heh.” And that was the truth. He knew how dangerous the dream hunt was, but he didn’t know how to prepare himself, how he should act, how painful it would be. “There is no somewhat. It is yes, or it is no.” This time it was you who spoke, fingers softly gliding their way down his hard stomach, causing him to get goosebumps from how low your fingers were.

You weren’t stupid, you knew what you were doing. Painting one’s body was an intimate act, no one should do it except the person's lover, or themselves. And definitely not someone who’s promised or mated to someone else.

Eyes looking up from his soft abs, and above Jake's shoulder, you were already met with the soft gaze of your wife, then the slight smile and a nod as she looks back down at the patterns.

You didn’t make this decision on your own, the both of you wanted him.

“W-well yes. I’m ready… as ready as I will ever be.”

If someone were to walk in, two wives sandwiching a dream walker, hands going over his body in such a detailing, delicate way, you’d be looked at crazy, no, not that a poly relationship was frowned upon, they were actually quite common, but because Jake Sully was yet to be apart of the clan.

“Good, then let us go jake sully, the tsahik and Olo'eyktan are waiting for your arrival.” You stood up, hand reaching out for your wife, which she took.

He watches as you reached your other hand for him, he was hesitant to take it, but you raised your invisible brow, signaling him to hurry. He was quick to grab it, a gasp leaving his mouth as you pulled him up with ease, making him stumble against you, but you stood stiff, not even moving backward from the force.

He quickly sat up straight, eyes meeting your grin as you removed your hand from his, and placed it on his lower back as you lead your wife and him into the deep and darkest part of Hometree.

The hums from the spirit circle calmed down into a buzzing silence.

You and Neytiri glance up at each other, nothing but anticipation and nervousness floating throughout your bodies as you watch Jake go from grunting in pain, rolling in the soil to going limp, breathing heavily. He must’ve passed out, or this might be his last breath.

“He, has passed,” you almost raised from your knees to crawl to him, heart stuttering in panic as your mother-in-law utters those words “his test, he has passed his test.”

“Mother.” Neytiri sends a glare over to her mother, moat just sends you both a grin as you sink back down in the soil. Something is seriously wrong with that woman

“Come daughter, you are future tsahik, help me wake him.” Your mate was quick to crawl into her mother's space. Everything was already laid out

You watched as your mother-in-law and wife mixed and crush herbs before Neytiri took the bowl and poured it into a pouch. Moving close to the ground, your love presses the sack of herbs against Jake's mouth and nose.

He took in one large breath before his eyes snapped open and a fit of coughing escaped from him. “O-oh god! It’s like smelling salts, get it away!” He coughs out, face turning the opposite way. The crowd around him released a chuckle from the reaction. “What is god? What is smelling salts?” Neytiri asked while placing a hand on his back.

“My love, no time for questions.” Your smile was wide as you crawled to the avatar, large eyes scanning his neck for the arachnoid sting. It was irritated and swollen, but nothing major. “Jake Sully,” Eytukan speaks up, voice loud, eyes proud as he reaches his hand up for the male to take.

Neytiri and you stand together as your father-in-law gives Jake Sully a nod of approval. “Congratulations brother. We shall celebrate!”

And celebrate you did, the night was beautiful. After Eytukan placed his hands upon Jake Sully's shoulders, you as the next leader were honored to wrap the band around his waist. “You are now one of us Jake Sully… You will protect us as we will protect you. Don’t disappoint us.”You joked, smile never leaving your face. “Never.” He responded, a smirk on his face as he never breaks contact.

During the middle of the celebration you slowly pulled Jake away from the crowds. “Come. I must show you something important.” You ignored the man’s questions as you dragged him through the lit forest.

“Ma Jake, ma y/n!” Neytiri called out with a smile, hands extending for both of your hands. “This, is Utraya Mokri, the tree of voices” you explain to the male as you walked with them on both of your sides. You released their hand and turned to them, Neytiris tail swaying back and forth with excitement as she gently grabbed the tendrils and gave you and Jake one.

“Here, we connect with Eywa, to hear the voices of our ancestors. This is a place for prayers to be heard. And sometimes answered.” Your wife explains as she grabs her queue and lets the nerves wrap around the tendril, with you following along with a deep breath.

Jake watches the both of you with a parted mouth before he grabs his braid, and connects to the tree. “Whoa.” He whispers and sighs. He watches as you and Neytiri make eye contact with dilated eyes and a soft smile, whispers going through his head that didn’t belong to him.

“ They live Jake, within Eywa. It is something very special to us. Something we share with the people we love.” You spoke, four-fingered hand making its way around jakes bicep. “And you’re sharing it with me?…” he looks into your shining eyes, the lights reflecting from them so beautifully.

“Jake…” Neytiri starts, hand grasping her braid and disconnecting it from the tree. “Today you finally became one of the people, omatikyan. This is what you’ve been wanting, what we’ve been training you for. ” she smiles softly as you disconnected, making him do so as well.

“This means you can make a bow from the wood of home tree.” You began circling around the man, making him turn his head to follow your voice, but only turning it back to Neytiri as she speaks. “And you may choose a woman. If not a woman then a man.” Neytiri's eyes trail away from his in a jealous silence, you notice this and quickly make your way to your wife, holding her hand to pull her close.

As the two of you share longing looks, Jake slowly makes his way closer to the both of you. “We have many fine women, Ninat is the best singer.” You started off the list, eyes never leaving your wife’s until you felt the warmth of Jake's body closing in. “I don’t want Ninat.” He knew what he wanted, the first time the both of you threaten to kill him, he knew exactly what he wanted.

“There is Beyral- she is a good hunter.” Neytiri follows your eyes, also locking eyes with Jake Sully. “She is a good hunter.” With this, you gently squeeze your wife’s hand as she releases a sigh and looks up at the glorious tree above them. “But I don’t want her either.” You felt your heart relax in your chest as Jake raises his hands and places them on you and Neytiris cheek, thumb gently rubbing over her scar, pulling her attention back to him, and over your glowing freckle.

“I’ve already chosen.” His voice went softer as he looks you both in the eye, your tail wrapping around his leg as a way to claim him even if he hasn’t spoken his truth yet. “But these women must also choose me.” You break out into a smile, head turning to your wife, her eyes already facing you with excitement. “Jake…” you whispered, a hand coming to rest upon the curve of his jaw and neck. “They already have.” Neytiri finishes your sentence as you lean in close and capture his lips with yours.

The three of you sink down onto the glowing soil below you, lips detaching from yours to attach to Neytiris. For once you didn’t feel jealous and protective about your wife, this felt right, this is what was meant to happen.

As Jake pulls away from Neytiri, you waste no time on taking your braid in your hand, your wife mimicking your actions and Jake doing the same, breath releasing shakingly from anticipation. “Next, we bond.” Your smile was soft as you glanced at your wife, this being her favorite part, she was quick to bring her braid to the middle.

Jake watches her queue move around, arousal spiking throughout his body as connects his own to hers, and yours to his. Breathing in that euphoria and releasing a shaking breath, you grabbed Jakes hand and brought it up to your chest, to your fast-pacing chest.

“Do you feel us, Jake? Our hearts, our breath,” you drag his large hand down your beaded bra, then down your toned stomach until you get to the shorter cloth of your loin cloth. “How aroused you make us? Because,” you dropped his shaky hand and crawled up to him onto his lap to hold his head on your hands, your wife making her way behind him

“We feel the way we make you feel. You’re nervous,” he breathes out, mouth parted open and eyes fluttering as Neytiris mouth slides against the column of his throat. You leaned in, resting your forehead on his, feeling his warm breath on your lips “you want us.”

You attached your lips to his, kissing him with so much passion, Jake never noticed your wife untying the knots that kept your cloth upon your waist. “My love lay him down.” She whispered in your ears, and you listened to her,lifting your hips, causing the cloth to fall down, leaving you bare as you gently pushed him on the moss.

You pull away from his lips, cold breath filling your lungs as you catch it. “W-wait, are you guys positive this is the best idea?”

“Yes.”

“Of course.”

The both of you say at the same time, the tail behind you swaying up high in arousal. “Ma Jake, lift your hips.” His brows come together, but he does as Neytiri says, a shocking expression appearing on his face as he feels his cloth slide from his body and a moan leaving his parted lips as he felt his arousal slap against the plush of your butt.

“Yawne,” you leaned down above Jake, the tip of his hard-on grazing your plump clit as you hover your hips above his. “Ye-yes?” He stutters from the feeling, Neytiris thumb running against his swollen lips, strong gaze never leaving them, anticipating.

“Don’t you want our mate to sit on this sayrìp face of yours?” He feels his cock twitch at the question, goosebumps going up his neck and down the flesh of his queue, causing all three of you to feel it. He didn’t know what the hell you said, it could’ve been an insult but he didn’t care

“Fuck, yeah- yes do it” This was like a dream come true. You and Neytiri look up at each other, a small smile shared on your faces as she positioned her hips above his mouth. Without a second wasted, the two of you link hands while Jake wraps his arms around her thighs, pulling her down until her weight was damn near suffocating him.

You watch as her face relaxes, jaw opening slightly as she feels Jake's rough muscle slowly lap up her juices with a groan in his throat. “Sìltsan Neytiri~” you leaned in, giving her a kiss on the mouth. Releasing her hands from yours, weak fingers make their way below you to gently grip the hard-on that rubbed against your clit, causing the male below the two of you to twitch. “My love..” she breathes out “Are you ready?” You nod with a soft smile, nervousness shooting up your spine as you were about to lose your virginity to the man who comes from a star.

You release a breath as your wife lined him up with your slicked hole, her other hand coming up to grip your hips to help you glide down with ease. Pulling away from the sweetness above him, Jake takes in a deep breath as he feels your hot heat slide down him, causing his hips to jerk up.

“Oh fuck~” he curses out, fingernails softly digging into the skin of his future wife, making her whimper. “Jake~” both women moan out, you reaching the base while Jake pulls Neytiri back onto his tongue, lips going around her clit to suck.

It was going to be a long night.

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Yawne:beloved

Sayrìp:Handsome

Ma: hey(y’all be thinking it means my)

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