“Up we go. Easy.”

He lifts you with ease, settling you against his chest so your head rests in the curve of his neck. You can feel the steady thump of his heartbeat under your cheek as he carries you down the hallway.

“I’ve got you, pretty.”

He sets you on the closed toilet lid only long enough to dig through the cabinet, finding the stronger painkillers you keep for bad days and filling a glass with water. He holds the glass for you while you take them, one hand steady at the back of your neck.

“I think these’ll work.”

Back in the bedroom he lowers you onto the mattress with ridiculous care, like you might break. He disappears for a moment and returns with the heating pad already warming, a fresh pair of your softest sweatpants, and one of his oversized hoodies.

“Arms up.”

You obey and he helps you change. Not rushing or making you feel exposed. Once you’re swimming in his hoodie, he crawls onto the bed behind you.

“Come here.”

He settles against the headboard and pulls you carefully between his legs so your back rests against his chest. The heating pad is tucked against your stomach, his large hands covering it to keep it in place. His chin rests lightly on top of your head.

“Just lean on me, I've gotcha.”

As you do, slowly the pain starts to blur under the combination of medicine, heat, and the solid warmth of him wrapped around you. Satoru stays quiet for a long time, only occasionally pressing a gentle kiss to your hair or adjusting the heating pad when it shifts.

After a while his voice comes again, low and a little teasing but still impossibly soft.

“You know, you should've just called me, baby.”

“I know, but I really thought those pain meds would help me.”

“Yeah, I think the stronger ones do the trick. But, I think the real secret weapon is just me. Obviously.”

You manage a tiny, exhausted smile against him. His arms tightening just a fraction.

“Sleep if you can,” he whispers. “I’m not going anywhere. Not ever when you’re hurting like this.”

His thumb strokes slow, steady circles over the back of your hand. The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the heating pad and the even rhythm of his breathing.

For the first time all evening, your pain finally feels like it’s going away.

this is my second time ever writing a fluff fic and idkkk, i also had some fire ideas for an ao’nung and a neteyam fic while on vacation but i forgot them UGH. i’ll definitely be coming up with more ideas for them soon thoughh !!

You nod frantically, rolling your hips down to meet him. The drag is delicious, rough denim and the thin barrier of your panties doing nothing to dull the sensation. Satoru sets a rhythm, slow at first, letting you feel every inch of his long, heavy cock sliding against your soaked pussy. He angles his hips just right, the head catching your clit on every upward thrust, making your breath hitch into broken moans.

His hands are everywhere, squeezing your ass, pulling you tighter against him so there’s no space left between your bodies. “That’s it, baby,” he praises, voice husky as he nips at your jaw, then your neck. “Grind on me. Use me. I can feel how wet you are through my pants… you’re dripping for it, aren’t ya?”

You rock harder, chasing the pressure, the heat building fast between you. The fabric grows slick with your arousal, making the slide even smoother. Every roll of his hips is precise, Satoru’s always been too good at this, reading your body like an open book. He grinds up in sync with you when your moans pitch higher, dragging the thick length of his cock right where you need it most.

“Shit—Satoru—” You clutch his shoulders, nails digging in through his shirt. The muscles in his arms and abs flexing with every thrust. He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating against your throat as he sucks a mark into your skin. “Louder. Want to hear how much you love dry-humping my cock like a desperate little thing.” His pace picks up, hips snapping up harder. He’s so hard it almost hurts, the outline of him massive and insistent against your throbbing clit.

You’re losing it, grinding down frantically now, thighs trembling around his waist. The coil in your belly tightens with every filthy drag. Satoru shifts one hand to your hair, tugging your head back so he can watch your face, blue eyes glowing with lust.

“Look at you,” he groans, voice strained. “So fucking pretty when you’re about to come on me like this. Don’t stop, keep riding it. Gonna make you soak my pants before I even get inside you.”

The words push you over. Pleasure crashes through you hard, your pussy clenching around nothing as you grind and shake against his cock. You cry out his name, hips stuttering through the waves. Satoru keeps moving through it, prolonging it, grinding deep and slow until you’re whimpering from overstimulation.

Only then does he slow, breathing ragged, lips brushing your ear. “Good girl… but we’re not done.” His cock twitches against your sensitive core, still rock-hard and leaking. “Think you can handle another round before I rip these clothes off?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, just kisses you again, deeper this time, already starting to roll his hips once more.

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You gasp against his mouth as his palm cups your mound. His hand warm and inviting. He pulls back just enough to watch your face, eyes darkening as he feels how wet you already are.

“So slick for me already,” he breathes, almost awed. “My little tawtute… so sensitive.”

One thick finger parts your folds, gliding slowly along your slit. The sensation makes your hips jerk. He chuckles softly, a deep rumble in his chest, and circles your clit with the pad of his finger, light at first, teasing, learning what draws those soft, needy sounds from your throat.

You clutch at his broad shoulders, nails digging into striped skin.

“Let me feel you.”

He presses the finger lower, finding your entrance, and pushes in slowly, just the tip at first. The stretch is new, intense, his fingers are longer and thicker than a human’s, and the slight webbing between them adds a strange, textured pressure. You moan, thighs parting wider instinctively.

“Easy,” he whispers, forehead pressed to yours. His free hand strokes your hair, soothing even as his finger sinks deeper, curling gently inside you. “So tight… so warm. You feel incredible.”

He begins to move, slow and deliberate, pumping in and out while his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing firm circles. Pleasure sparks up your spine. Your breath comes in short gasps, hips rocking to meet his hand. He adds a second finger, stretching you further, scissoring gently to open you up. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers working inside you mix with the waves and your own whimpers.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises, voice husky. “Taking my fingers like this… next time it’ll be more, I promise im going to make you feel so good.”

He curls his fingers again, hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes. Your walls clench around him, slick coating his hand as he quickens the pace just enough. Steady, relentless, perfectly attuned to every twitch and moan you give him.

The coil in your belly tightens unbearably. “Ao’nung—I’m—”

“Come for me,” he growls, mouth latching onto your neck, sucking a mark into your skin as his fingers thrust deeper, thumb pressing firm on your swollen clit.

You shatter with a cry, back arching hard against the rock. Pleasure crashes through you in waves, pulsing around his fingers as he keeps moving, drawing it out until you’re shaking and oversensitive in his arms.

He slows, then gently withdraws, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth. His eyes never leave yours as he licks them clean, a low, satisfied hum vibrating in his throat.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, pulling you against his chest. His hard cock strains against your thigh through his tewng, but he makes no move to take more. Not tonight. “We have time… and I plan to learn every way to make you scream my name.”

The tide whispers around you as he holds you close, lips brushing your temple, already promising more.

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You were riding him hard, his face buried in your tits, when the door swung open.

Doctor Santos froze in the doorway, clipboard in hand. “Dr. Abbot—oh my God.”

Jack didn’t stop immediately. One more deep grind that made you whimper before he stilled, still buried inside you. “Little busy, Santos,” he said, voice hoarse but steady. You hid your burning face in his shoulder as she backed out, muttering apologies.

He looked at you, half-laughing, half-still-hard. “Round two in the parking garage after shift?”

The Supply Closet

Second time was pure stupidity and pure horniness.

You needed sterile gloves. Jack needed you bent over. You compromised in the supply closet on the fourth floor.

He had you braced against the metal shelves, scrubs around your ankles, taking you from behind with those deep, punishing strokes that made your knees shake. One hand covered your mouth to keep you quiet. The other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he panted, biting your shoulder. You were right on the edge when the door rattled.

Dr. Robby walked in, reaching for a box of gauze, and stopped dead.

Jack froze mid-thrust, cock twitching inside you. You clenched around him involuntarily.

Robby blinked once, twice. “Jesus Christ, Jack. At least lock the damn door.” He grabbed what he needed and left without another word, but not before you caught the tiniest smirk.

Jack exhaled a shaky laugh and started moving again, faster this time. “We’re so getting fired.”

You came so hard you saw stars.

The Rooftop

Third time was almost romantic.

Middle of a brutal 24-hour shift. You both snuck up to the rooftop for air and ended up against the low wall overlooking the city. Jack had you facing away from him, pants pulled down, panties shoved to the side as he fucked you slow and deep.

His chest pressed to your back, one arm banded around your waist, the other rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you,” he murmured in your ear.

You were gasping, close, when the access door creaked open. Two residents stepped out for their own smoke break and got an eyeful of Dr. Abbot railing the new attending against the railing.

They immediately turned around. One of them actually said “Sorry, Dr. Abbot!” before fleeing.

Jack didn’t even slow down. If anything, he fucked you harder after they left, like the risk made it hotter. You came biting your own wrist to stay quiet.

The Locker Room

The fourth time was the one that actually got you both written up.

It was the end of both of your shifts and so, you two went in an empty locker room. Or so you thought.

Jack had you sitting on the bench, legs spread wide, his face buried between your thighs. He was eating you out like a man starved, long, filthy strokes of his tongue, two fingers curled inside you hitting that perfect spot. You were gripping his hair, thighs shaking, right on the edge when you heard the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat.

It was the department chair.

You tried to close your legs. Jack just held them open, gave your clit one last slow lick that made you whimper, then casually wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Evening, sir,” he said, voice rough. “We were… debriefing.”

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

The chair just sighed. “My office. Both of you. Tomorrow. Clothes on.”

Jack still smirks every time he sees you in the halls now. You’ve both been more careful.

But you both know it’s only a matter of time before the fifth time happens.

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You crossed your arms, heart pounding from the argument that had been brewing since you returned. “They’re my friends, Neteyam. I grew up with them. It was just a hunt and a dive, nothing more. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” He stepped closer, towering over you, flooding your senses with that unforgettable masculine musk. “You know what I see when you disappear with them? I see them wanting what’s mine. And you… you stay out there until the sky is dark, like my worry means nothing.”

Before you could snap back, his large hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist. He yanked you against his chest, hard enough to make you gasp. His other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so you had no choice but to meet his intense gaze.

“You drive me mad,” he hissed, breath hot against your lips. “I should tie you here. Keep you where I can see you. Where no one else can touch what’s mine.”

The kiss was punishing and demanding. His mouth crushed against yours, tongue pushing in without hesitation, claiming you with bruising force. You moaned into it, the fight in you melting into liquid heat as his hands roamed down your body, gripping your waist hard enough to leave marks.

Neteyam didn’t wait for permission. He spun you around and shoved you down onto the soft woven mats, following immediately to pin you beneath him. His weight was overwhelming. His broad chest pressed to your back, hips grinding against your ass so you could feel exactly how hard he already was.

“You want to act like you don’t belong to me?” he snarled against your ear, one hand yanking your loincloth aside roughly. His fingers found you slick and ready despite the argument, and he let out a dark, satisfied sound. “This says otherwise.”

Two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, stretching you open as his thumb circled your clit with rough precision. You cried out, pushing back against him, but he held you down with his body, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to sting.

“Neteyam—fuck—”

“That’s right,” he growled, pumping his fingers faster, curling them against that spot that made your vision blur. “Say my name. Remember who makes you feel like this.”

He didn’t give you time to recover. In one swift motion, he freed himself from his own cloth, his cock hot and heavy as it slapped against your ass. Thick, ridged, and already leaking for you. He lined up and thrust in deep with a single, brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

You screamed into the mat, the stretch burning so good it made your toes curl. Neteyam didn’t pause, he set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward hard enough to jolt your whole body with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the marui, mixed with your broken moans and his low, feral grunts.

“Too long out there,” he panted, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back, the other gripping your hip so tightly you knew you’d bruise. “While I waited here like a fool. Thinking about this tight little pussy wrapped around someone else.”

“Never—ah!—only you,” you gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts, the anger fueling the pleasure into something wild and desperate.

He snarled and fucked you harder, the ridges of his cock dragging perfectly against your walls with every angry plunge. His tail wrapped around your thigh, holding you open wider for him. Sweat slicked your skin, bodies sliding together as the tension from the fight poured out in raw, filthy need.

“You’re mine,” he growled, teeth grazing your neck. “Say it.”

“Yours—Neteyam, I’m yours—”

He reached around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast and firm while his cock pounded into you relentlessly. The coil in your belly tightened unbearably fast.

“Come,” he ordered, voice rough with his own building release. “Come on my cock like the needy thing you are.”

You shattered with a cry, clenching around him so hard your vision whited out. Neteyam followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a guttural groan, hips stuttering as hot pulses filled you.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. Then he collapsed over you, still buried deep, his arms wrapping around your waist more gently now. His lips brushed your shoulder, softer.

“…Don’t scare me like that again,” he murmured, the anger fading into quiet possessiveness. “I can’t stand it when you’re not here.”

You smiled faintly, reaching back to thread your fingers in his braids. “Then maybe next time you should come with me.”

He huffed a low laugh, nipping your ear. “Or maybe I’ll just keep you right here… like this.” His hips gave a lazy roll, still half-hard inside you, promising the night was far from over.

Those intense eyes find you immediately, scanning over your body, wearing nothing but one of his oversized button-down shirts, the hem barely covering your thighs, the top buttons undone so your full breasts strain against the fabric.

“Jack…” you say softly, standing up. “You look wrecked. Can I help?”

He drops his bag with a heavy thud and stalks toward you, eyes darkening as they lock onto the deep cleavage visible in the open shirt. “Bad day doesn’t even fucking cover it,” he growls, voice hoarse from hours of shouting orders and delivering bad news. “Lost three patients today. One was a kid, eighteen years old, motorcycle accident. We threw everything at him. Intubated, transfused, coded him twice. Nothing worked. His mother was screaming in the hall while I called it.”

You step closer, reaching up to rest your hands on his chest. The heat rolling off him is palpable. “I’m sorry, baby. Let me take some of that weight off you.” Your fingers trail down his body. “Use me however you need.”

Jack’s breath catches. He cups your jaw roughly, thumb dragging across your lower lip. “You sure? I’m not going to be gentle tonight.”

“I can take it,” you whisper, sinking slowly to your knees right there on the living room floor. “I want to help. Let me start with these.” You shrug the shirt off your shoulders, letting it fall to your waist. Your bare breasts spill free, heavy, soft, nipples already tight and aching. You cup them from the sides and push them together, creating a warm, inviting valley. “Come here, Jack. Fuck my tits.”

A low groan rips from his throat. He shoves his scrubs and boxers down in one motion. His cock springs out, thick and heavy, already hardening fast from the sight of you on your knees offering your breasts. The shaft is long, veined, the head flushed dark and glistening with a bead of precum. You lean forward and press a soft kiss to the tip, swirling your tongue around the slit to taste him before spitting on his length to get it nice and slick.

You wrap your tits around his cock, squeezing them tightly together. The warm, pillowy pressure envelops him completely. You start moving, slow, deliberate strokes up and down his shaft while you tilt your head down to lick and suck the head every time it thrusts up toward your mouth.

“Fuck… yes,” Jack mutters, threading his fingers through your hair. “After the shit I saw today, this is exactly what I need.” His hips jerk forward, sliding deeper between your soft breasts. “That kid… barely eighteen. His mom collapsed when we told her. I had to stand there and watch her break while we moved on to the next trauma because the Pitt doesn’t stop.”

You moan around the head of his cock as it pops into your mouth, sucking hard before pulling back. Your breasts jiggle with every stroke, nipples rubbing against his slick shaft. You press them even tighter, creating more friction, more heat.

Jack’s voice grows rougher as he starts fucking your tits harder. “Then we had a shooter come in, GSW to the. His buddy tried to pull a gun in the waiting room. Whole floor went into lockdown.

I still had to treat the bastard while the motorcycle kid’s body was still in the bay. Fucking metrics and admin breathing down our necks the entire time about costs and satisfaction scores while people were dying in front of us.”

His thrusts grow more urgent, the wet, obscene sounds of your saliva-coated breasts filling the room. You look up at him through your lashes, lips parted, drool and precum drip down your cleavage, making everything slippery and messy. You lap eagerly at his cockhead on every upward stroke, tasting the salt of his frustration.

“Goddamn, look at you,” he groans, hands coming down to help squeeze your tits tighter around him. “On your knees letting me fuck these perfect tits after the worst shift of my life. That resident froze during a central line. I had to step in while the mother of that dead kid was still sobbing outside. I wanted to put my fist through a wall.”

You feel him swelling thicker between your breasts, pulsing with need. Your own arousal is dripping down your thighs, pussy clenching with every dirty word and every thrust.

“Cum for me, Jack,” you beg, voice muffled against his cock. “Cover my tits. Let all that anger out.”

With a guttural roar, he does. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupt from his cock, painting your breasts, your collarbones, and splashing up to your chin. He keeps thrusting through it, milking every last drop until your chest is glazed with him. You keep your tits squeezed tight around him until he finally stills, breathing hard.

Jack hauls you up immediately, crashing his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue claims you as his hands roam over your cum-smeared breasts, pinching your nipples roughly. “Bedroom,” he growls against your lips. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist. His still-hard cock rubs against your soaked pussy as he carries you down the hall. The moment he kicks the bedroom door open, he tosses you onto the bed. You land on your back, legs spread, chest heaving. Jack strips off the rest of his clothes, revealing his muscular body, broad chest, strong arms, abs tightened with residual tension. His cock stands proud again, slick from your mouth and tits.

“Look at you,” he says, voice low and dangerous. “Already dripping for me. You like helping your man unwind after a hellish day?” “Yes,” you breathe, reaching for him. “Tell me more while you fuck me. Get it all out.”

He crawls over you and pins your wrists above your head with one large hand. His other hand kneads your cum-covered breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers until you whimper. “The shift started with a family car crash,” he says, rubbing the thick head of his cock up and down your slit, teasing your swollen clit. “Mom critical, dad dead on arrival. I worked on their little girl myself.” He pushes in suddenly, stretching you open with just the head.

You moan loudly at the burn. “She coded twice. We got her back… then she flatlined for good.”

Jack sinks the rest of the way in with one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The fullness is overwhelming, his thick cock stretching your walls, pressing against every sensitive spot. He doesn’t give you time to adjust. He starts fucking you in deep, punishing strokes, hips slamming against yours.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans. “That shooter lived while better people didn’t. I had to stand there and save him knowing what he’d done.”

His pace quickens, the bed creaking beneath you. “Admin called a goddamn huddle in the middle of it all. Talking about budgets while I still had blood on my hands from the kid.”

You cry out, legs wrapping higher around his back. “Harder, Jack. Take it out on me.”

He releases your wrists and grabs your hips instead, pounding into you relentlessly. Skin slaps against skin. His balls smack your ass with every brutal thrust. You cum hard around him, pussy fluttering and squeezing his cock as pleasure rips through you.

Jack doesn’t slow down. He flips you onto your stomach, yanks your hips up, and slams back in from behind. The new angle makes him hit even deeper. He spanks your ass hard, leaving a stinging handprint.

“That resident nearly got shot. I had to keep my shit together while chaos exploded around me.” He reaches around to rub your clit roughly, fingers slick with your arousal. “All I could think about on the drive home was coming back here and wrecking this sweet pussy.”

You cum again, moaning into the mattress, body shaking. Jack keeps fucking you through it, his dirty talk flowing like a release, every frustration, every death, every bureaucratic nightmare spilling out between thrusts. He pulls your hair, arching your back, then flips you again so he can watch your cum-covered tits bounce as he rails you.

Hours seem to blur. He takes you in every position, folded in half with your legs over his shoulders, riding him while he grips your hips and slams you down onto his cock, pressed against the headboard. Your body is slick with sweat and his cum, pussy swollen and creamy from constant use. You lose count of your orgasms.

Finally, his rhythm starts to falter. “Gonna fill you up,” he pants, voice strained. “Take every fucking drop of this nightmare day.”

“Yes, please, Jack. Cum inside me.”

With a deep, animalistic groan, he buries himself to the hilt and explodes. Pulse after heavy pulse, he floods your pussy with thick, hot cum. So much that it leaks out around his cock as he keeps shallow-thrusting through his release.

He collapses on top of you, both of you breathing raggedly, bodies trembling.

After a long moment, Jack lifts his head and kisses you, slow and deep this time, the fury finally draining from his body. “Fuck… you have no idea how much I needed that,” he murmurs, still buried inside you. “The Pitt tried to break me today. Coming home to you, fucking these perfect tits, then unloading everything into this tight cunt… it resets me.”

You smile softly, clenching around him. “Anytime, Doctor Abbot. I’m here whenever you need to let it all out.”

He chuckles darkly, already starting to harden again inside you. “Good. Because I’m not done with you tonight. Round two in five minutes. This time I want that pretty mouth wrapped around me while I tell you the rest.”

The night stretches on, Jack’s pent-up frustration pouring into you again and again until the only thing left is exhausted satisfaction and the quiet comfort of his arms.

A soft, reverent sound escaped him. He leaned down and kissed you deeply, slow and exploring, his lips warm and slightly rough. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, queues brushing lightly, sending little sparks of connection through you both.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, fingers tracing down your neck, over your collarbone, and lower to the simple top you wore. “Eywa has blessed me with the most perfect mate.”

He undressed you with patient reverence, kissing every inch of skin he revealed. When you were bare before him, he sat back on his heels, drinking you in with wide, adoring eyes. His own loincloth was already straining, the outline of his arousal obvious, but he made no move to rush.

“Look at you,” he praised softly, voice thick with awe. His hands smoothed over your thighs, gently parting them. “So soft… so wet for me already. My brave, beautiful girl.”

You shivered under his gaze and touch. Neteyam lowered himself between your legs, broad shoulders spreading you wider. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, then higher, until his tongue, hot, textured, and eager, found your core. A broken moan left your lips as he licked you slowly, savoring every last inch of you.

“Neteyam—”

“Shh,” he soothed between long, languid strokes. “Let me taste you. You taste so sweet, yawne. So perfect.” His praise vibrated against your sensitive flesh as two thick fingers carefully pressed inside you, curling gently, stretching you open while his tongue circled your clit.

He worked you patiently until your legs trembled and your fingers tangled in his braids. Only when you were gasping his name did he rise, shedding his loincloth. His cock sprang free, heavy, ridged, and glistening at the tip, larger than you’d expected.

Your breath hitched.

He noticed your slight nervousness and immediately gathered you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. “We go slow,” he promised, nuzzling your neck, his tail wrapping around your waist. “I will never hurt you. You are doing so well already, my love. So good for me.”

He positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the thick head up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. Then, he pushed in. Inch by careful inch, watching your face the entire time.

“That’s it… breathe for me,” he groaned, voice strained with pleasure. “You feel incredible. So tight… so warm around me. Taking me so beautifully, yawntu.”

The stretch burned sweetly. You clung to his shoulders, nails digging into blue skin as he sank deeper, filling you completely. When he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours, he stilled, trembling with the effort of holding back.

“You are mine,” he whispered against your lips, kissing you softly. “All mine. And I am yours. Feel how perfectly we fit?”

After a long moment, he began to move, slow, rolling thrusts that dragged every ridge along your walls. Each stroke drew a moan from you, and he swallowed them with kisses, murmuring praises between them.

“Look at you taking all of me,” he breathed, voice rough with reverence. “Such a good girl. My perfect mate… so wet, so eager. You feel amazing.”

His hand slipped between you, thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts. The pleasure built steadily, overwhelming. Neteyam’s tail tightened around you, his glowing freckles brightening as his own pleasure mounted.

“I love you,” he panted, forehead pressed to yours again, queues fully connected now, flooding you both with shared sensation. “I love you so much. Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

The praise, the fullness, the overwhelming intimacy, it crashed over you.

You cried out his name as you came hard around him, clenching rhythmically. Neteyam groaned deeply, hips stuttering.

“So good—fuck, so good for me,” he praised through gritted teeth. A few more deep thrusts and he followed you over the edge, spilling hot and thick inside you with a broken moan of your name.

He collapsed gently over you, careful not to crush you, still buried deep as he nuzzled into your neck. Soft kisses rained across your face and shoulders while his hands stroked your sides soothingly.

“You were perfect,” he whispered, voice full of love. “My beautiful, brave girl. I am so proud of you. Rest now… I have you.”

His arms wrapped around you protectively, tail entwined with yours, as the forest continued its quiet song around your joined bodies.

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“Ma’yawntu,” he rumbled, voice low and rough like distant thunder over the reef. He crossed the space in three strides, large hands catching your waist and pulling you flush against his chest before you could even greet him properly. His skin was warm despite the water, muscles taut beneath your palms.

“Ao’nung,” you breathed, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “The hunt went well?”

“Well enough.” His grip tightened possessively, one hand sliding down to cup your hip, fingers splaying wide as if to remind himself, and you, that you were his. “But all day, my thoughts returned here. To you. The way you feel beneath me. The sounds you make when I claim you.”

Heat flushed through your body. Before you could respond, the patter of smaller feet announced your children. Tsireya bounded in first, her braids swinging, followed by the younger ones, clinging to a carved toy

“Father!” They called brightly. “Did you bring back any—”

Ao’nung’s ears flicked back, his tail lashing once in clear agitation. He didn’t release you, keeping your body tucked against his side as he turned slightly toward them. “Not tonight, my children. Go to your grandmother’s marui. All of you.”

“But we haven’t eaten—”

“There is food at your grandmother's house,” Ao’nung said, voice firm but not unkind. His thumb stroked slow circles on your hip, hidden from view. “Take what you need and leave the rest. Your mother and I require… privacy.”

“Come on,” your oldest said, grabbing her siblings’ hands. “We’ll tell stories with Sa’nok.” And within moments, the children had slipped out into the night, their voices fading along the walkways.

The moment the woven curtain fell shut behind them, Ao’nung moved. He lifted you effortlessly, your back meeting the soft woven mats of your shared sleeping area. His massive body followed, caging you beneath him.

The possessive growl that left his throat sent shivers racing across your skin. “They are gone,” you murmured against his neck, lips brushing his pulse point. “Good. I do not wish to share your attention tonight, yawne. Not even with our own blood.”

His teeth grazed your collarbone, not hard enough to mark, but enough to stake his claim. “You are mine. My mate. My tsahík.. My everything.” You arched into him, fingers threading through his braids. “I’ve been yours since Eywa bound us, Ao’nung.. Nothing changes that.”

He pulled back just enough for you to see the fire in his eyes, pupils blown wide with need. The hunt had left him restless, the weight of leadership pressing on those powerful shoulders, and now he sought release in you, the one place where he could simply be Ao’nung, not Olo’eyktan.

His hands roamed, large and calloused from years of spear and tulkun bond. He peeled away your woven top with reverent urgency, exposing your breasts to the cool night air. A deep rumble vibrated in his chest as he lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled, teasing, while his hand kneaded the other. You gasped, hips bucking instinctively.

“So responsive,” he praised, voice muffled against your skin. “Even after all these years, your body still sings for me alone.”

You tugged at his battle loincloth, fingers clumsy with desire. He helped you, shedding the last barriers between you until nothing separated your heated skin. His cock sprang free, heavy, ridged, already glistening at the tip with precum. The sight of it always made your mouth water; thick enough to stretch you perfectly, the natural bioluminescence faintly pulsing along its length.

Ao’nung noticed your stare and smirked, that rare possessive pride flashing across his features. “See what you do to me? All day, hard and aching for this.” He guided your hand to wrap around him, groaning as your fingers squeezed. “Only you, my love. No other could ever satisfy this need.” He kissed you deeply then, tongue stroking yours in a rhythm that promised what was coming.

His hand slipped between your thighs, finding you already slick and ready. Two thick fingers pressed inside, curling just right against that sensitive spot within. You moaned into his mouth, legs parting wider. “So wet for me,” he growled, pumping slowly, thumb circling your clit. “My perfect mate. Ready to take everything I give.” You rocked against his hand, chasing the building pleasure.

“Ao’nung.. please. I need you inside me.”

He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste you with a satisfied hum. Then he positioned himself, the broad head of his cock nudging your entrance. With one powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt.

The stretch was exquisite, filling you completely.

You cried out, nails digging into his back as your walls clenched around him. Ao’nung stilled for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.

“Eywa, you feel so good,” he whispered. “So tight. So mine.”

He began to move, slow at first, deep rolls of his hips that dragged every ridge along your inner walls. Each thrust pushed a gasp from your throat. His tail coiled around your ankle, holding you open for him. One hand braced beside your head while the other gripped your thigh, lifting it higher over his waist.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly. Your eyes locked, and the intensity there stole your breath. “I want to see your face when I make you cum.”

His pace quickened, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the marui alongside your mingled moans. He angled his hips, hitting that perfect spot with every stroke. Pleasure coiled tight in your belly, building higher.

“Ao’nung —” you whimpered, clinging to him.

“Yes, yawne. Let go. Give it to me.” Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave against the reef, vision whitening as you pulsed around him. He growled triumphantly, thrusting through your climax, drawing it out until you trembled beneath him.

But he wasn’t done. With surprising gentleness for his size, he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you knelt before him. His large hand smoothed down your spine, then gripped your waist.

He re-entered you in one smooth glide, deeper in this position. The new angle made you keen, pressing your face into the mats.

“Mine,” he repeated, voice rough with possession as he drove into you. “No one else will ever have this. No one else will ever hear these sounds.” His hips snapped harder, the slap of flesh growing louder. One hand reached around to rub your clit again, never faltering.

You pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. Another orgasm built quickly on the heels of the first. Ao’nung leaned over you, his broad chest covering your back, braids falling around you like a curtain.

His teeth found the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, biting down just enough to mark without breaking skin.

The possessive claim sent you spiraling again. You came with a sharp cry, walls fluttering wildly around his cock. This time, he followed you over the edge. With a deep, guttural roar that echoed through the marui, he buried himself deep and spilled inside you, hot pulses filling you until you felt full and claimed.

For long moments, you stayed locked together, his weight a comforting blanket as you both caught your breath. He nuzzled your neck, pressing soft kisses along the fresh mark he’d left.

“Forgive my haste tonight,” he murmured eventually, voice soft now. He carefully withdrew and rolled you both so you lay curled against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, one hand stroking your hair. “The sea called me to hunt, but my soul called me home to you. I could not wait another moment.”

You smiled, tracing a finger along one of his tattoos. “I will never complain about my mate needing me. Especially when you send the children away so thoroughly.” He chuckled, the sound vibrating through you. “They will survive one night with their grandmother. And tomorrow, I will take them riding on the ilu to make up for it.”

His hold tightened slightly. “But tonight belongs to us. I may be Olo’eyktan to the clan, but here… I am simply yours. And you are mine.”

You nestled closer, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your ear. The ocean sang its eternal song outside, bioluminescent waves lapping at the stilts below. In Ao’nung’s arms, surrounded by the scent of salt and him, you felt utterly cherished, possessed in the most loving, protective way.

As sleep began to tug at you both, he whispered one last promise against your hair. “Rest, my tsahík. When you wake, I will show you again just how deep my need for you runs.”

The night stretched on, full of quiet touches and murmured affections, the great reef around you standing sentinel as Eywa’s chosen mate held you close, possessive, devoted, and entirely yours.