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conversations with AO'NUNG become frisky into the night
notes∶agedup!ao'nungxmetkayina!reader , men turn freaky after 10 pm and na'vi males are no different , 2nd ao'nung post but he's easier to write for than lo'ak or neteyam, I have a lo'ak fic in the works though so expect more soon. here are some translations if needed: akula-marine reef predator, tewng-loincloth, skxawng-idiot
warnings∶ handjob, blowjob, slight dick profile , kissing
wc∶2.4k (sorry if this seems rushed)
Upon the Sully family's arrival at Awa'atlu, two of your closest friends, Rotxo and Tsireya had been tasked with assisting their acclimatization, Tsireya's brother Ao'nung was also in the list of helpers, even though it could be argued that he did more harm than good, but the past is in the past.
Since both your friends who you spent the most time with were now busied with the duty of being teachers, you decided that you would tag along on their Metkayina adjustment classes. Offering assistance where you could, providing knowledge on your clan and most importantly straightening out Ao'nung when he would throw a jab at one of the Sully kids.
It was undeniable that the arrival of the Sully family made you grow even closer to your friends, and you all formed a tightly-knitted friend group. Even Ao'nung, who was once an arrogant, intolerant, narrow-minded skxawng, seemed to warm up to you all, spending more time with his sister and you, joining in on your daily escapades and engaging in deeper conversations with you.
You would not lie, you found yourself enjoying Ao'nung's presence, and maybe even developed a small crush on him, but you would rather be swallowed whole by an akula than admit that. Still, you couldn't hide the way your face would light up once you spotted him, or how you tried to be a little funnier around his presence and how you lingered close to him even when the group dissipated.
Like now, Alpha Centauri had long retreated away below the horizon, letting the moon call upon it's shimmer, causing the entirety of Awa'atlu to show off its bioluminescent beauty. There was a flame perched onto a brazier, which sat flatly near the root of the tree that Ao'nung usually leaned against, but for some reason tonight he found himself settled next to you on a flat stone.
You sat facing him, but he was pointed forward, eyes latched onto the incoming tide as if it was the most interesting thing on Pandora. The flame which danced against the wind casted an orange hue across his body, making the drying water on his thighs and abdomen glisten and you couldn't help but appreciate the way his hair looked extra shiny in this lighting.
How did you even end up here alone with him?
Earlier, you were all gathered here, discussing the upcoming iknimaya for the Metkayina clan, each of you expressing your worries for the rite of passage, the topic soon unwinding into playful taunts towards Lo'ak, the usual victim, until the Sully family had to venture back to their marui under Jake Sully's orders, then Tsireya had to join Ronal for afternoon tsahik training and Rotxo made up some excuse to leave, but not before sending Ao'nung a mischievous smirk.
Then there was you and Ao'nung, alone as the village calmed into the night, less na'vi were scattered in the ocean and nets were neatly hung onto woven fences, the ilus and skimwings settled and the glowy bacteria, algae, worms and crustaceans, just to name a few, were visible under the dark canopy of the night.
Despite the lateness, you and Ao'nung stayed back, keeping eachother company. It seemed as if your attraction to him pushed away your desire for unwinding and getting a full night of rest. But the pull was almost magnetic, you were both fully immersed in a conversation that seemed as if it had no ending, there was not a dull moment of silence, just your voice followed by his.
"My father keeps complaining that I am not training hard enough, he says at my age he was able to hunt two akulas at the same time." Ao'nung sighs, palm of his left hand coming to rub against his thigh in hopes of drying the water left on the skin faster, or maybe fidgeting due to nervousness?
"I am sure the only possible way to hunt two akulas simultaneously is if they are mating." you chortle, making Ao'nung turn to you, astonished at first before settling into a steady laughter, one that lets you know he was genuinely enlightened by your joke.
"I am yet to see the sight of akulas mating." Ao'nung says curiously, brushing away a piece of grass that laid on the tassels of your loincloth, his absentminded rectification making your heart skip a beat, embarrassingly so since you knew things like that was just in his nature and it had no deeper meaning. His actions almost made you ignore what he had just said.
"I am yet to see the sight of anything mating! Why do you seem so intrigued?" you enquire with a quizzical look. He releases another throaty chuckle, one that is effortlessly attractive due to his baritone voice.
"You telling me you're not intrigued?" Ao'nung asks, shooting you a playful smile, the pointy tips of his fangs making your face warm up slightly, you break out of your trance and shake your head aggressively.
"I do not wish to see two akulas mating!" you protest with a disgusted face scrunch, Ao'nung chuckles at your reaction and you feel him shift himself closer to you, the smell of him almost making you lean in to get a stronger whiff, a salty warm meditative fragrance that you can distinguish on him and him alone.
"I mean— mating in general." Ao'nung explained, voice dropping low and cerulean eyes boring into yours. You let out an embarrassing laugh immediately, almost as a defense mechanism, at a loss of words.
"Well.." you begin, trying to not seem like an awkward prude. "I mean doesn't everyone think about it?" you reply sheepishly, feeling his gaze burn hot as it trails down your face, his fangs make an appearance once more as he smiles lightly, and you suddenly feel as though you said the wrong answer, or as though your statement was incomplete.
"Some more than others." Ao'nung disclosed, suddenly turning away from you, the intimate moment of eye contact was now gone. "What is that supposed to mean?" you prod in an almost offended tone.
"Nothing, it's just that you seem like a righteous kind of girl. You probably don't even touch yourself." he remarks and shocks you with his lack of shame, and your facial expression offers no assistance in concealing your reaction. He's still looking at the tide in front of him, as you stare at his side profile, you watch his jaw tighten as he waits for your reaction.
"I—" you interrupt your own sentence with an amused laugh, utterly speechless. How were you even supposed to reply to him? Of course you touch yourself, who doesn't? But how were you supposed to say out loud to the boy that you've had an infuriating crush on, that you use your own hand to pleasure yourself sometimes?
"I do touch myself!" you admit, almost as if you were competing with him, the volume at which you interjected sent his head darting towards your direction and you internally thanked every na'vi of the Metkayina for not being outside at this moment, though just revealing the fact that you masturbate was enough shame to bear alone.
"Yeah?" Ao'nung probes with an amused, dopey smile. You gulp before nodding, "Probably doesn't feel as good as the real thing." Ao'nung contested, knee now pressing against yours.
"Well obviously, do you think your hand feels the same as a vagina when you wrap it around your own dick?" you blurt out, shame creeping into your chest and making blood rush to your cheeks. Ao'nung lets out an astonished chuckle and brings his hand to his line of vision, spreading his fingers and looking down at his palm.
He finally looks at you, then down at your hands which rest clasped together on your lap, nodding at you, and you copy his actions bringing your hand up to his, spreading your fingers like his and revealing your palm, he quickly grabs your hand with his already outstretched one.
Your heart jumps in your chest, and you don't even have the ability to question what he's doing as he takes his hand into yours and starts rubbing onto your palm using his thumb, the feeling sends a ticklish sensation up your wrist and straight through your chest, like a rough wave of warmness that keeps folding onto itself.
"Your hand is soft." Ao'nung finally declares, thumb stroking that familiar pattern onto your palm, "Much softer than mines." he elaborates.
"I think— I think a lot about what your hands would feel like." he reveals, making a golden flash of heat bolt straight through you, and you feel triumphant. There is no way Ao'nung just said that.
"Feel like on..." you taunt as your gaze drifts down to his loincloth finishing your own sentence with your implication, startled slightly when you see the bulge, the urge to touch it was irresistible, but Ao'nung still held onto your hand, still tracing those slow, tingling circles onto your palm.
"I think about what it would feel like to touch your dick— if I could make you feel good." you admit, shyly but with your proximity you felt as though it was now or never.
Ao'nung releases an amazed chuckle, bringing your connected hands closer to where the tent in his loincloth appeared, and when you felt the straining bulge you immediately squeezed on it, not rough, but firm enough to let him know how excited you were.
You tugged on it through his loincloth, feeling its thick outline and how aggravating it was that the fabric of his loincloth kept it hidden from you. You wanted needed to see it, feel it, taste it. You rubbed him up and down through his loincloth, hearing him suck in a breath when you approached what you could only guess was his tip.
"Feels so big." you praise him, hooking your foot around his ankle and scooting closer, now tracing the outline of his dick with a faster motion, careful not to be too aggressive so that his loincloth doesn't burn him with the friction, but you become insatiable when you realize that you could be experiencing so much more.
"Ao'nung, your tewng needs to go." you mewl, desperately reaching at the base of his dick. "Skxawng, we're still in public." he curses out in the softest voice, but tries to release his dick from the constraints of his loincloth nonetheless, settling for tugging it down slightly, just enough for his dick to spring free.
When you see his full length you literally gasp. He was thicker than you could ever imagine, with a length that you were grateful you were stroking and not taking because it looked like it could rip you apart, his shaft was the same color as the rest of his body but the tip was a soft pink color that was oozing with droplets of precum.
You grab him at the base and start stroking along the shaft, when you reached at the tip you felt your hand get warmer with his precum, which coated his entire dick now that you went back down to the base. Ao'nung's hips stutter forward slightly and he releases a curse under his breath.
"C'mon keep going." he demands, voice hoarse and broken, you use your vacant hand to reach behind his neck, coming in closer to kiss him, making him grunt in pleasure when your chest meets his, your hands do not stop their motion on his dick and you can taste how bad he wants this. Wants you.
His tongue brushes against yours and you feel his hips jut forward, your hand making wet, slick noises of filth as it pumps him. He groans and moans into your mouth and you only disconnect your lips to catch a breath of air, and fully focus on his dick in your hand.
"Does it feel good?" you ask with a whine, eyes slowly drifting from his glistening dick in the middle of your palm, to his face which was contorted into a beautifully pleasurable expression that made you grind involuntarily onto the rock, releasing a strained sigh that elicited a soft moan from Ao'nung.
"Feels— ah— so good!" he moans out, looking down at where your wrist flicked rapidly, stroking him so good he felt as if he was about to fall apart in seconds. "Well, I can make it feel better." you state, leaning down to take his dick into your mouth, trying your best to fit his big size into your mouth without your teeth scraping him.
"Fuck!" Ao'nung grunts as you suck onto the tip while stroking at the base, you swirl your tongue around the head and hear him hiss from above. You begin bobbing your head up and down, letting the tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag.
"S-sorry, you just feel so good." Ao'nung whines out, voice ruined as you use your tongue to flatly brush on the underside of his dick, "And you look so good.." Ao'nung professes breathlessly.
"Ah— gonna come.." Ao'nung stammers, and you feel his dick tensen in your mouth, you pull off of him slightly, leaving the head alone resting on your tongue, you hollow your cheeks and give him a forceful suckle, sending him over the edge.
He releases hot ropes of white which was deposited onto your tongue, you twist your face at the salty taste and shuffle around so you can spit it out behind some tall pieces of grass. You overhear Ao'nung's heavy breathing which developed into a chuckle as you spat onto the bushes.
Turning back to him you give a shy smile, waiting for him to fully put his dick away into his loincloth. "Well, did I make you feel good?" you entreated with inquisitive eyes, which only made Ao'nung chuckle, reaching his hand out to yours.
As Ao'nung takes your hand into his, he pulls you onto his lap, brushing his face against your shoulder gingerly. "Yeah, you made me feel really good." Ao'nung assured, now kissing the soft skin of your shoulder, eyes peering up, "Maybe someday I can make you feel good as well?" he asks in an innocent voice, as if he was planning on doing you a small favour.
You nod excessively and lean back into his touch, savouring the way his warm mouth made your shoulder warm and tingly.
the jjk men are bad! boyfriends
starring: ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro
masterlist part 1 part 2 part 3
sukuna cares about his pleasure more than yours.
yes he's big, yes he feels that "ego" feeling guys get about making their girlfriend come but he genuinely can't be asked to do anything but chase his orgasm. if you finish it's just a plus on the side.
sukuna doesn't let you see your friends.
you might think "aww he's jealous" in the beginning but it's so lame when your best friend's birthday is coming up and you have to be the annoying male-centered friend and ditch because you won't even bother asking him for permission.
sukuna literally thinks he's smarter, stronger and better than you.
it might even be true but jeez, he doesn't trust your planning, your time management, your driving, your math... it's not quirky, babe, you are lesser than him in his brain. well, everyone is, but you would think you're the exception.
sukuna is just rude as hell.
you think it's funny in the beginning when he's "jokingly" making fun of your makeup choices, or your outfit choices, but sometimes it feels like he genuinely doesn't like you. on the rare occasion you guys are going out (HE was feeling for some good steak and you make it too "cooked") his face twists up in disgust at the fact that you're "trying so hard" to look good... his words not mine.
sukuna punches holes in walls.
that's it lmao.
toji only tells you he has a son for sympathy.
you wouldn't know he had one unless he straight up told you because you haven't met him once and he hasn't even come to stay with toji ONCE. (it's your apartment he's living in so you would know)
toji doesn't do shit around the house.
he compensates for this in the bedroom because obviously. however, when his dark yellow piss is staining your toilet bowl you can't help but be fuming. too bad he doesn't care. "it's not even my place, stop wilding." -toji probably
toji makes everything about sex.
he's attractive and you even l-l-love him >_< but still that doesn't mean you're always hot and ready like little caesar's pizza. that doesn't dissuade him though, because you're very weak willed when it comes to him and he knows it.
toji is an addict.
he gambles away all his money, even though he makes a lot. you're expecting this expensive date he's always promising you but he's down at the horse race betting on number 7 because he's got a good feeling. he isn't gonna "snap out of it" with the power of love, girl.
toji is still in love with his ex wife.
you only found out he had a wife because you called yourself "mrs. fushiguro" and he laughed at you. he took her whole last name, and became a stand up guy for her. who are you? definitely not his perfect ex wife who can do no wrong and who he compares you to in his mind.
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what gacha life trope the jjk men would be
starring: ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro, nanami kento
masterlist part 1 part 2
sukuna is the demon hybrid delinquent
he also attends private school (?) at the most prestigious school in gachaville (you only attend because they only accept one POOR student every year or some strange reason that only makes sense to the creator)
there's definitely one part where he "defends you" from the popular girls who have blonde hair and wear hot pink and did the kylie jenner lip challenge
he is 100% a yandere
the y/n for this is definitely a shy quirky girl who says "meh cookie"
"how the half-demon bad boy stole my heart glmm 13+"
toji is the mafia boss' alpha wolf hybrid son (disowned though)
he's still an avid part of the "mafia" despite the creator having no clue what mafia business really entails.
he has to marry you to become "leader" and he seems adamantly against it (tsundere toji...)
he's also famous despite being a literal criminal and is lowkey mean and the creator has gacha heat allegations
the y/n for this is definitely a tomboy "not like other girls" girl
"arranged to be married to the perverted alpha mafia boss' son glmm 16+"
nanami.... hmm
nanami is the strict professor
the moral codes he's breaking lmfao.
he singles you out in class because you're sooo pretty and he can't help but give you special attention.
there's definitely a scene where you want to go to a club with your lecture friends after a class and he gets jealous.
the y/n for this is probably the stuck up daughter of a CEO
"my college professor is obsessed with me 12+ glmm"
your glitchy movie site has a pop-up about dilfs near you
starring: toji fushiguro
masterlist
smut below the cut (1.2k words)
moving out of your parents' house and into a college dorm was the best thing you could have done. well, that was what you thought before trying to rewatch your favourite show for the third time.
reloading the page over and over to see the same "you are not part of this household" screen, rolling your eyes and reloading again.
at some point you gave up and started trying to find some free, maybe illegal ways of satisfying your show-cravings. niche tiktoks about which site has the least ads and the best quality, hell even reddit threads.
you got through probably four links that may or may not have given you a virus before before finding one that seemed shockingly legit.
why did you even want to watch this dumb show? you're just bored and needed something to stare blankly into as you resisted the urge to rub one out before your roommate came back from their boyfriend's house.
you haven't even had a proper boyfriend yet, just situationships where you tried to be casual but ended up crying at 3am because they ghosted you.
you clicked the pause button, but before you could shut the screen and contemplate your existence for the third time this week you got a pop-up that was different from all the other gross AI hentai slop...
"need a real man?" read the bold red text over the picture of a man's abdomen. taking a closer look it seemed like it could be a gay porn ad but for some reason it was too intriguing to ignore.
the ad was pretty corny looking, definitely created by somebody older, maybe out of touch...
the thought that this could be real put a fuzzy feeling in your fingertips and you ignored everything that could say this was the most pathetic thing you could have done.
taking a closer look (your face inches from the screen) you noted the trail of hair slithering down the man's stomach to where it cut off at the bottom of the picture
pressing your thighs together, you needed to see what this was about
a few touches of your mouse leads you to something that makes you forget you even have a roommate. there's a grown man sitting in the view of a live camera. there's a chat going with some disgusting messages that you were definitely thinking.
it feels like his piercing eyes are staring right into your soul... you can imagine how they would feel looking down at you if your face is pressed into the front of his boxers... his grey boxers that he's seriously tenting.
oh my god you were becoming a depraved pervert! your mom told you to be worried about these kind of people...
"i don't give a fuckkk" you whisper under your breath with a low chuckle, practically throwing your panties to the other end of your room.
the man, who's username is bigdaddytoji, is so hot. so hot that you can ignore just how cringey his name would be in regular context. you feel hot too, just staring at this guy.
he had to have a sexy voice too, you needed to hear what this gift from god sounded like. frantically trying to find the audio or volume or something so you could be graced with the sound coming from his scarred lips, you had to end up creating a whole account.
sigh, the things we do for a good orgasm.
you thought you were the luckiest girl in the world when the low purr of his voice echoed through your laptop speakers.
"you like what i got here girlie?" he rasped, like he was talking to you directly. he was cupping his prominent bulge. his cock was thick and almost scary looking. it went down the leg of his briefs.
he looked like he had so much experience doing this, like he was in his element. he was basically beckoning you to put some pressure on your sore clit. you were hot and ready.
a donation flashed on screen begging him to start up one of his "famous jois".
"what the fuck is a jois?" you scoffed. when you heard him huff and a grin appeared on his face, you guessed he knew exactly what that meant.
all of the sudden, it was like he was in the room with you.
"c'mon, aren't you satisfied with just looking at me?" he smirked.
you shook your head, rubbing your hands over your clothed chest. you could practically feel his breath on your face as his mouth hung open slightly, rubbing his huge calloused hands over his length.
the leaky tip of his cock peaked out of his boxers and your mouth fell agape. your hand slipped into your underwear and you couldn't care to be shocked at just how wet you were.
"already? you're easy as hell, huh?" he mocked. your fingers sliding down to push your own buttons. your eyes were glued to the screen as he finally pulled the heavy appendage out of its fabric cage.
it bobbed up to his perfect abs, smearing pre on his stomach. you felt dangerously turned on. frantic circles over your throbbing clit to the mere sight of a random man's dick.
he wasn't random to you though, he was toji. toji toji toji toji toji-
"toji," you gasped watching his hand wrap around his pink tip with a hiss. he was teasing himself. he was huge, everywhere.
schlick, schlick, schlick, could be heard throughout the room. you didn't know if it was your pussy or toji. he was making low noises with every stroke of his hand.
"c'mon baby, slow down..." he grunted out. you keened, yearning to cum, but he was so hard not to listen to. "you feelin' all hot inside over me? you want this fillin' you up? yeah, i know you do,"
you couldn't hold it in.
"that's it baby, i could make you feel so much better than those fingers you got," he got into a steady pace. it was so vulgar, and you felt-
"pathetic." he finished your thought. "you need this cock? you're pathetic ain't ya?" he was talking down to you. it was condescending, it made you moan.
"you gotta wait for me to tell you what to do. you don't even know how to get yourself off anymore, huh?"
"oh my god," you shuddered, captivated by his breathy voice.
"go on, sweetheart. yeah, let it out. c'mon want you to come." he gritted out, his cock bobbing, overflowing with pre.
you felt boiling hot all over, just as he was about to speak you couldn't even hear what he said as a bounding orgasm washed over you. your mouth was agape and your breathing got heavy as the feeling washed over you.
he felt the same way, it seemed, it egged you on. his cum bubbled over and down the side of his veiny shaft as he moaned deeply, hips bucking up to meet his hands.
"100 bucks for that one, i ain't cheap." he scoffed, licking his dry bottom lip as he wrung the last droplets out of himself.
finally, you regained some clarity. oh my god did you just finish to a camboy? this was so immoral you needed to reflect and clean this up before your roommate-
"definitely outdid myself there, that was my best one yet." you heard toji's voice ring out in your head as you locked eyes with your roommate pushing the door open, the drawl of toji's voice and more wet noises coming from your laptop.
things turn steamy when AO'NUNG asks you to braid his hair
notes:agedup!ao'nungxomatikaya!reader, established relationship, i'm back and i'll be posting more avatar fanfics, I haven't posted anything avatar since 2024 and I'm not sure if this will do well ngl I might flop but I'm writing for the fandom and for myself so enjoy, here are some translations if needed:
vrrtep-demon, tsurak-skimwing, sevin-pretty.
warnings: cunnilingus, dirty talking, praise, porn w/ minimal plot,
wc:2.9k
You sat criss-cross on the taupe coloured woven walk-way outside your family's marui, all four of your blue fingers working diligently in weaving a new serape for sleep, since your youngest sister, Tuk, decided it would be a good idea to play dress up with her ilu, ultimately causing your article of clothing to be consumed by the ocean.
You sighed presently as you reminisced, fingers growing tired trying to harness the foreign ocean-sourced material your friend, Tsireya kindly provided for your dilemma, as you were used to the silky, wieldable forest fabrics of the Omatikaya, usually made from stringed plants and spun bark fibres.
These unfamiliar materials were harder to constrain and the colours were a bit too pale and exotic to your liking, nonetheless, you persevered, weaving intricate patterns you learned from young. The switch from mud, trees and grass to sand, mangrove and water was a stubbornly challenging accomplishment.
You knew of ikrans and direhorses, not traversing by ilu or the fierce volcano-coloured beasts the Metkayina called skimwings. You chuckled to yourself, recalling your first moons upon arriving at Awa'atlu, trying to conquer the water and harness the slimy ilus on first attempt, only to be ribbed by the chieftain's son—
"What are you making, forest princess?"
Speak of the vrrtep.
Ao'nung te Tsika'u Tonowari'itan, the Metkayina hunter that had decided to take an interest in you, despite your painstakingly obvious differences.
"Could you maybe announce your presence next time?" you scoffed, glancing behind your shoulder, allowing your canary coloured eyes to meet his soft blue ones, eliciting a shy smile from the implied perpetrator.
Your eyebrows raised slightly when you noticed his hair, his customary braided bun was given a break today and his long, loosely-coiled hair was free and tumbled around his broad shoulders. You returned his smile once he came and sat next to you, legs hanging over the edge of the walkway and emerging his feet into the water, his firm, muscular thigh pressed against your knee and you feel satisfied with the contact.
"I'm sorry, I had to be quiet, what if the great Toruk Makto was lingering, I'd be the beast's next snack." Ao'nung bantered, eyes fixed on the orange-tinted sea as Alpha Centauri sat inches above the line of the horizon.
"Lingering in his own home?" you questioned with a giggle, hands finding rhythm as they continued to weave. "Did you fight with a tsurak or are you trying to look more like your father?" you enquired, referring to his undone hair.
"I got sand in my braids and I had to let them out, plus my mother wanted me to try her new scalp oil." Ao'nung answered, lowering his voice when he spoke the second half of his sentence, his broad palm coming to rest on your knee, causing your skin to burn hot where his skin met yours. The sudden shiver as a reaction to his hand on your body almost made you lose track of the slightly embarrassing note he had just mentioned.
Dropping your weaving materials, you reach out to touch his hair, leaning in and getting a nice, hearty sniff, eyes closed and all. Ao'nung cracks a laugh, trying to hide the way his face suddenly becomes hot, "Smells nice, like a flower." you comment, leaning back to your original position with your hands still in his hair, combing through the curly strands that were slightly damp.
"Could you maybe braid it for me?" Ao'nung asks, barely even audible as he refuses to meet your intense stare. "Hm?" you ask again, despite knowing exactly what he just said, both hands now intrigued entirely with his hair, if he had known all it took was letting down his hair to get all this attention, then maybe looking like his father wouldn't be so bad after all.
Groaning internally, Ao'nung's face flushed purple, "I said could you maybe braid it for me?" he parroted, causing your hands to pause their motion throughout his curls, "Sure, if you want me to." you pause for a second before saying, your hands brushing his hair behind his shoulders before retreating to rest on his knuckles which sat atop your knee still.
" Well if I didn't want you to then I wouldn't of asked." he retorted playfully. You chuckled, standing to your feet, leaving your weaving materials on the woven pathway, "Come inside, I have some combs and string bindings." you invite him, expecting him to follow as you begun walking into your family's empty marui.
Ao'nung hesitated for a second, "Nobody's home." you call out from inside the marui and watch as he scrambles inside. Scoffing, you gather the comb you brought from the forest and some of your own oils to make the braiding process easier.
Ao'nung stood awkwardly inside your family's marui, eyeing the space, giving your environment a thorough inspection. Feeling self-conscious all of a sudden, your eyes dart around your marui, picking apart your surroundings incase it harboured any embarrassing items.
Spotting the crate your father used to stash his human weapons you suddenly felt your heart thud aggressively. You knew how most na'vi, especially the Metkayina felt about metal devices. Weapons of metal are forbidden. To touch them poisons the heart.
Ao'nung seemed to bypass your humanness when he decided to persue you romantically, however you could still recall his initial impression of you and your family, despite his countless apologies and forms of compensation—which you obviously accepted, you still couldn't get rid of the disgusting flare of embarrassment that came with being a half-breed.
In one swift motion, you planted yourself onto the crate, making yourself comfortable, acting like it was just a regular piece of Omatikaya-cultured furniture your eccentric family brought from the forest.
Your sudden movement caught Ao'nung's attention and he displayed a look of confusion, causing your nervousness to spike, "Come sit!" you eagerly spoke, in a shrieking tone, parting your legs slightly and setting the comb and oils onto the smooth surface of the crate.
Ao'nung's confusion dissipated and you let out a sigh of relief, as he settles between your legs, the back of his head facing you with his spine pressed along the crate, you take some oil into your hands and start combing through his hair.
"So have you decided what style you want?" you ask him while your fingers brush easily through his hair, the woody scent, familiar to you but foreign to him left a little marking of yourself onto Ao'nung.
"You know what I like, nothing different." he says and you can hear the smile in his voice, as he speaks and his chest vibrates you can feel the effect it has on you as the skin on your calves begin to burn, and as Ao'nung felt comfortable the back of his broadened shoulders pressed onto your calves, intensifying the heat.
You hum in response, enjoying the calming space. You pick up the comb and began brushing through his oiled hair, barely finding any tangles. But, when it came time to section Ao'nung's hair into parts, to start with the secure braids at the front, you needed him to move his head back.
"Ao'nung, can you move your head back slightly, I need to section from the front." you instructed, and he complied, well sort of. When he brought his head back and you used the comb to section his hair you felt some stray hairs tickle your knee, sending waves of tingles up your spine, yet you continued, or at least tried to.
Lazily, Ao'nung moved his head to the side, resting comfortably against your left inner thigh, his hair brushing the bare skin making you let out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a breathy giggle, which of course he noticed.
"I like that sound." Ao'nung declared aloud, causing your hand to jolt slightly, comb almost slipping out of your grasp, you let out a shallow breath but ultimately continue parting through his thick, lustrous hair. Seemingly motivated, Ao'nung continues to slowly rub the side of his head along your inner thigh, making you feel tingly and warm between your legs, his hair also poked your skin causing a ticklish feeling.
You let out a wholesome giggle and slightly jerk yourself forward, wanting to feel this tingly sensation on the more upper parts of your inner thigh. "Ao'nung you're tickling me with your hair." you snickered, trying to complain but your voice gave away how much you were enjoying this.
You could feel the corner of his lips grow into a smirk as the side of his cheek pressed against your inner thigh, he brings his hand and from under your legs he starts rubbing along the side of your thighs, slightly pushing your thighs closer to his face before planting a soft kiss onto the inner part of your thigh which was closest.
An affectionate smile forms on your face as you use the comb to brush his scalp, your movements almost mindless as you focus on the attention your thighs were receiving. Brushing inconsistent waves along the underside of your thighs, reaching dangerously close to your ass, but not quite there, Ao'nung presses wet kisses along the inner side, pink tongue coming out to swipe against your skin eliciting tingling pleasure at the sensation, essence of your arousal oozing out of your core.
"Ao'nung..." you moan, hand barely moving as the comb laid stationary in your palm, your body and apparently mind, was completely entranced by the way Ao'nung's mouth and hands worshipped your lower body, without even needing to touch your most sensi tive parts. The feeling was overwhelming but you could honestly receive this attention all day.
The hand on the underside of your left thigh was now attempting to pry your legs wider while Ao'nung sucked on the skin of your inner thigh, delivering a final kiss, he jolted upwards, turning around to meet you while still being on the floor below you. This was a view you could honestly get used to, Ao'nung settled between your legs, hair down and damp, cascading down his shoulders with his lips a glossy, supple pink colour and eyes that looked like they were ready to devour you.
You were awestruck, mouth parted, pupils blown wide and only carnal thoughts filled your mind, and the man situated between your legs just smirked.
"Spread your legs wider for me, sevin." he uttered, with one hand resting on either side of your legs, you opened up for him. "You don't know how bad I have wanted to do this." Ao'nung spoke, almost as if he was about to wake up from a dream, licking his lips and shaking his head in disbelief.
"Do what?" you ask tauntingly, playing with the strings of your loincloth, hips moving forward to press against the top of the crate which you sat on, to provide some sort of friction.
"Maybe you can tell me what you're going to do to me while I take off my loincloth, hm?" you suggested in a way which sounded more like instructions, but Ao'nung was willing to comply dutifully. As you slowly tugged on the strings of your loincloth on your left side you watched Ao'nung smirk, bringing himself closer to you.
"Make you feel good, using my mouth— my tongue." Ao'nung began, fingers spreading atop your thigh, moving up and down on the smooth skin as you finally pulled the strings loose on one side, nodding along to Ao'nung's words as he talked, thoroughly enjoying the pure filth he was going on about, but it was far from enough. You wanted more.
"I want to taste you, savour your sweetness, Eywa, I want to bury my tongue so deep into your pussy while you scream my name." Ao'nung groans, a silent growl leaving his lips as he speaks, his words were like music to your ears and fuel to the fire burning between your legs.
You whined in response, eagerly undoing the strings of the other side of your loincloth pulling the piece of fabric off of your heated core as soon as possible, it was as good as useless in this moment. Propping your hands behind your back you shifted yourself forward, keeping your legs spread as you revealed your throbbing, wet pussy to Ao'nung who looked like he had just seen a fresh fruit after months of starvation.
His tail thumped loudly onto the ground, "Can you please let me taste you?" Ao'nung begged, breath fanning your naked core at the proximity and you felt like your body could not do anything else but nod vigorously.
Upon approval, Ao'nung gripped your legs, pulling them further apart if that was even possible and you nearly slid off the crate, but your arms behind you kept you grounded.
His hot, broad tongue pressed up against your swollen clit, he began licking wide stripes against the sensitive area, tongue reaching your hole to move back up to your clit where he used your wetness paired with his spit to slide his tongue up and down your pussy, and everything became messy quickly.
His mouth was covered in clear juices of your arousal and he enjoyed every bit of it, the pads of his fingers dug into the plump, yet firm flesh of your thighs as he licked, sucked and swallowed your womanly essence. Your eyes rolled into your head as you were immersed in the tingly feeling, his tongue worked wonders on your pussy and you couldn't help but moan and whine, even shifting your hips forward to almost grind yourself on his tongue.
Soon, when his nose hit your clit, while he did as he previously stated, and explored your soppy hole using his tongue, you felt your toes press harshly into the underside of your feet, receiving a deepened tingle you've never felt before. His tongue was lodged deep into your weeping hole as his face moved side to side, he was completely busied with your pussy.
His hot tongue soon retreated from the tight dampness of your hole as he took some breaths, and immediately started sucking onto your clit as he regained his momentum. "Ao'nung, Oh! This feels so–" you dissmissed your own sentence with a throaty moan that emerged from your soul itself, when he took a finger and inserted it into your hole with a squelch.
His mouth withdrew from your clit and he looked up at you, your eyelids heavy and your bottom lip tucked behind your front teeth, heavy breaths went in and out your nostrils as your chest heaved, before his signature smirk could form onto his face he latched his lips onto your clit, sucking vehemently onto the swollen bud, fingers moving with the same excitement as they dove into your hole and came back out with the same speed at which they went in.
Ao'nung looked up at you again, in the midst of your eyes rolling up into your head, " Look at me." he grunts while quickening the pace of his fingers. You point your pitifully dizzy gaze down onto him and when you do he delivers another passionate suck onto your clit, followed by a wet lick. "C'mon, I know you're going to finish soon." he groans while looking up at you, punctuating his sentence with yet another suck onto your clit.
"Look at me when I make you come, so I can see the face you make when you fall apart just for me." he growls onto your pussy, fingers curling into your hole, feeling a spongy spot that produced the most disgustingly, sweet sounds from your mouth.
"Ah!Yes, fuck!" you whine out, feeling yourself uncontrollably react to all the attention Ao'nung was giving to your pussy, something in your lower stomach tightened and you remembered his words, trying your hardest to look down at his moving head, hair embarrassingly dampened and sticking all over, onto the side of his head, his neck, your inner thighs. And as his finger jackhammered into your weeping, pulsating hole, Ao'nung delivered a final suck to your clit, making you groan loudly in pleasureable fulfillment.
"Fuck! Ao'nung, I'm coming! I'm coming!" you whine out, toes curling and eyes threatening to close on itself, Ao'nung's face grew blurry as you rode out your high, and the muscles in your legs tightened rigidly before releasing, making you slump forward with a tired relief.
Your breaths heavy and uneven with each passing moment, slowly Ao'nung withdrew his finger from your slushy pussy, letting out a soft breath before cleaning off your release with his tongue. His action was barely noticed by you as you slumped forward, beads of your chest jewellery almost hitting him in the face and poking his eyes, if he hadn't held you up by the shoulders.
He chuckled at your state, a warm smile of pure satisfaction latched onto his face, resting your chin on top of his head as he held you up, you couldn't help but appreciate his hair for the millionth time that day, taking in the heady smell of your forest oils mixed with his mother's new scalp oil, you reach out to pat his head, like a 'good job' gesture.
"Your hair smells nice." you manage to say, feeling his thumb brush the skin on your shoulder, he chuckles in response. "Maybe I should leave my hair down, just for today." he asserted with an amused laugh.
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