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đ pairing: neteyam x human fem reader
đtags: nsfw, aged up neteyam (obviously), jealousy, alien cultural misunderstandings, oral sex (f receiving) vaginal sex, size kink, voyeurism, brief na'vi oc x reader, mentions of reader sleeping with other na'vi men
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notes: okay i had to split this into two parts because it surpassed the tumblr word limit đ hereâs part 1, and Iâll post part 2 in a day or two!
adult neteyam art created by the incredibly talented @cinetrix, whose work motivated me to write for adult neteyam in the first place!!
The tsahĂŹkâs hut is cool and dark, offering a much needed reprieve from the hot balmy air of the day outside. Itâs been a quiet day for you, though you canât complain about that; itâs a pleasant change of pace from the usual hectic rush of people that usually pass through.
Itâs one of the rare days that Moâat has left you to tend to the duties of the healing hut alone; it had taken years to reach this level of trust with her, and you find yourself almost deliriously proud to be able to help out. Naâvi medicinal practices are very different to human ones, but your training in first-aid has given you enough knowledge and experience to hold your own when it comes to helping out with the smaller day-to-day ailments that tend to pass through the healing hut.
Besides, youâre always happy to give Moâat a break. She had claimed that she needed time to commune with Eywa, though secretly you suspect that she just likes to take some time to herself in her old age. But thatâs fine â youâve always found helping out in the healing hut soothing, and your heart swells at the fact that Moâat trusts you enough to leave you in charge, even if itâs only for a few hours.
It also helps when your patient is a big, hunky alien warrior with more muscles than brains, who sits in front of you as you smear a herbal paste over the scratches he had gotten in training earlier that day.
Txeyto is not an easy patient; he flinches when you prod his wounds, whines when you clean them, and complains as you smear the paste on his scrapes. Itâs a little irritating, but the sight of his big broad shoulders and chiselled abdomen is enough to soothe the worst of your aggravation.
âAre you nearly finished?â Txeyto complains, flinching away from your fingers once more.
You bite your tongue and force a smile. Patience has never been your strong suit, and Txeyto is certainly testing the short reserves you have left. But heâs very handsome, and very skilled at archery, and you feel that his physical attractiveness outweighs the minor personality flaws.
âYes, just another few moments.â You murmur, keeping your voice low and soothing as though speaking to a child.
Txeyto settles a little when you use the baby voice on him, and you struggle to keep your face blank at the ridiculousness of it all. Men are such children, even the big strong Naâvi warriors that should be above such behaviour. Heâs lucky heâs handsome.
âHow did you get these injuries, hm?â You ask, using a light touch to dab some of Moâatâs specially formulated healing paste onto his scrapes. You keep your fingers as gentle as possible, but Txetyo still winces dramatically.
He perks up at your question, his tails swaying low over the floor where youâre both sat cross-legged. âI have been training very hard. I am one of the best archers in the village now.â
âNo doubt.â You murmur distractedly as you work.
âBut it is important for a tsamsiyu to be competent in many forms of combat, so I must practice my hand-to-hand combat also,â Txetyo continues, apparently forgetting to wince now that heâs talking. âNeteyam has been helping me train.â
Ah. You canât help the face you make at that, and youâre thankful that Txeytoâs back is facing you so that he canât see your expression. You also canât help the way you cast a quick glance towards the entrance to the hut, as though worried that simply speaking the name aloud will summon Toruk Maktoâs eldest son.
âIs that right?â You say, keeping your tone carefully neutral. âSo, heâs the one that got you all scraped up like this?â
Txetyoâs shoulders flex under your hands, and you realise without looking at his face that youâve stung his pride.
âI scraped him up also.â He grumbles, shifting to try and peer over his shoulder. âThey are wounds to be proud of, as I got them in combat.â
You donât think that a couple of minor scratches from wrestling around in the mud with one of the villageâs biggest dickheads count as combat wounds, but you donât argue. You just hum non-committedly, paying more attention to his bruises than is entirely necessary.
âYou should be careful,â You say instead, running your fingers carefully over one of the bruises discolouring the pretty blue skin of his defined bicep. âItâs a shame to see these lovely muscles all bruised up.â
Thereâs a long momentâs pause. It seems as though the cogs in Txetyoâs head are working slowly, because he seems to be struggling to understand your flirty tone of voice. But when it finally seems to click, he turns his head to peer at you with wide, curious eyes.
âAh,â He says, his shoulders squaring as he seems to preen. âYou like them?â
God, he really is a little dumb. But thatâs okay. You donât necessarily need a man with brains.
âMhmm,â You hum, allowing your hand to rest on the bulge of his bicep. âI like strong men.â
Thatâs true, if a little bit of an oversimplification. Youâve lived as a human on Pandora your whole life, but it was only in recent years since youâve reached adulthood that youâve started really paying attention to the people around you. And good lord, you had some impressive specimens to look at.
You find yourself drawn to their athletic and toned bodies, their radiant blue skin, their cat-like grace and agility. Maybe itâs because you had grown up on Pandora with no humans your age other than Spider, but you find yourself especially drawn to your size. The sheer size of their hands alone are enough to fluster you, especially when your brain is flooded with images of those big hands in other contexts.
And luckily for you, thereâs no shortage of Naâvi that are interested in experimenting with humans, too.
Txetyo visibly perks up, his ears twitching forward as he finally seems to notice the way your much smaller hands are lingering on his body as you patch him up.
âI am very strong.â He says, tail thumping against the ground.
You fight the urge to sigh. Heâll never make a great conversationalist, but thatâs alright. Heâs big and strong and handsome, and you just want to relieve some tension.
âI know.â You murmur, your lips quirking a little as you shuffle around so that youâre kneeling in front of him, your knees pressed close to his thighs. âBut I could still kiss your scratches better, if youâd like.â
Kissing wounds better is definitely a human colloquialism that Txetyo doesnât understand, judging by the furrow of his brow, but he doesnât seem to care. He reaches out and wraps a big hand around your waist, and you feel a pulse of arousal low in your belly in response.
âYou like my muscles so much that treating my wounds has aroused you?â He asks, the smugness in his voice impossible to miss.
His pompousness is a little irritating, but you can ignore that because his hands are big and warm and itâs exciting to feel his palm start to push its way under your cotton tank top. The few Naâvi men youâve been with before had been absolutely fascinated with the soft squishiness of your human breasts, so your breath hitches in anticipation as his hand reaches up to grope at your tits over your bra.
Okay, you can probably admit that youâre a little pent up. Itâs probably a terrible idea to allow Txetyo to feel you up like this in the middle of the healing hut, but youâre horny.
If youâre telling the truth, youâve been hoping for a chance like this all week â but thereâs one thing, one irritation, that has been preventing you by interrupting every damn chance youâve gotten alone with any man.
In fact, youâve been interrupted so often and so many times that youâre almost expecting it, even as Txetyoâs big hands squeeze at your tits. Heâs a little rough with it, but heâs so much bigger than you that you suppose thatâs unavoidable â besides, his strength only adds to the thrill.
Then, just like clockwork, as though thereâs some kind of sensor that goes off whenever youâre about to get some, thereâs a rustling sound by the entrance of the hut before the little woven drape covering the doorway is pulled back.
And then, who else would be standing there, but Neteyam. One of the few people on the whole planet that can actually ruin your whole day just by showing his stupid face.
His eyes find you, but his expression doesnât change as he glances over your flustered expression and the hand that Txetyo still has shoved up your top. He tilts his head, and it feels as though heâs examining every damn detail all at once; the ointment smeared all over Txetyoâs bruises from training, the way youâve shuffled so close to Txetyo that youâre practically straddling his thigh, your unsteady breathing behind your mask.
âAh. Am I interrupting?â He asks with a hint of wry humour to his voice, as though he hasnât interrupted every attempt at getting laid youâve made this month.
It has to be on purpose. That, or he has some sort of nearly supernatural sense for when youâre horny, because he always seems to show up every goddamned time. Somehow itâs gotten worse in the last few weeks, too. Youâve barely been able to get a moment alone with whoever youâve been chatting up before Neteyam has appeared, snapping at them to get back to training or duties or whatever lousy excuse heâs been able to come up with in the moment.
âWhat do you want?â You snap, impatient and too strung tight to waste your energy on pretending at politeness.
A very delayed reaction finally hits Txetyo, and he scrambles to remove his hand from the inside of your top. His hand alone is so large that the outline of it is painfully obvious even through your shirt, and you close your eyes with a sigh as he clumsily pushes himself away from you in a rather ungainly attempt at pretending nothing was going on.
âNeteyam!â He blurts, his ears flattening against his skull. Heâs clearly mortified at being caught in such a position by Toruk Maktoâs son, and he overcompensates by attempting to scoot away as though he hadnât even been touching you.
You try not to roll your eyes â youâre used to this, after all. Youâve been with several Naâvi men, but they all seem to have the same sort of embarrassment about actually being open with the fact that theyâve hooked up with you. You canât be all that annoyed about it, you suppose. You understand where itâs coming from. Youâve been around the Omaticaya your whole life, and while the taboo of having Sky People around has faded somewhat, that doesnât mean that anyone is actually willing to admit that theyâve been with you.
Youâre used to it. Itâs fine. Youâre just a little mortified that Neteyam is currently witnessing the scramble for Txetyo to get away from you.
Heâs watching the other man with his head still tilted to the side, his big golden eyes dark in the cool shade of the hut. A muscle in his jaw is flexing, like heâs trying not to laugh.
âI will- I will see you later?â Txetyo whispers to you as he stands. He probably intended for his voice to be low enough that it stayed between just you and him, but the hut is quiet enough that thereâs no doubt Neteyam can hear him just fine.
âMhm. Yeah.â You murmur back, watching Txetyoâs big broad back as he steps away from you, all hasty and flustered.
Txetyo gets as far as Neteyam, whoâs still standing with his arms crossed in the doorway. Neteyam doesnât so much as shift, his eyes dragging with lazy satisfaction over the myriad of scrapes and bruises that he had left on Txetyo during their sparring earlier.
Txetyo shifts on his feet, visibly nervous in the face of his future chiefâs judgement. âAh⊠Will we train again tomorrow, Neteyam?â
Neteyam hums non-committedly, before finally stepping away from the doorway. He brushes past Txetyo, and you wonder if heâs always so dismissive of his fellow warriors or if heâs just being an even bigger dickhead today for some reason.
âWe will see.â Neteyam says shortly, though heâs not even looking Txetyoâs way.
Taking that as the dismissal it so clearly is, Txetyo nods awkwardly before disappearing out of the hut, leaving you and Neteyam alone.
For a long moment, you do your best to avoid looking up. Youâre beyond irritated right now, made so much worse by the fact that your panties are kind of wet and youâre so fucking desperate for attention right now. The little wooden bowls knock together clumsily as you try to arrange them without looking up, but it becomes difficult when Neteyam lowers himself down to sit opposite you.
âThe tsahĂŹkâs hut is a bold place for such activities.â He says, and you donât have to look up to know that thereâs a stupid smug look on his face. âWhat would my grandmother think?â
As he sits down, he places a woven bag by your knee. You donât need to look at it to know what it is; heâs always bringing stuff to the healing hut for his grandmother. Herbs or medicinal plants, fibres for weaving bandages, even animal bones that he had whittled down for needles for suturing.
Even you can grudgingly admit itâs thoughtful; but he only ever seems to bring it when youâre around. Itâs like he just wants to rub it in your face that he excels at everything he does â itâs extremely annoying.
You finally look up, your face already scrunched in a scowl. âWhat do you want?â
He raises his hairless brows at you, an expression he no doubt learned from his father. âI would like my cuts from training treated. What else would I be here for?â
And now you know that heâs just messing with you, because while Txetyo was covered in bruises and abrasions from his tough training session earlier, Neteyam doesnât have a single visible scratch.
âWhat exactly am I supposed to treat?â You ask, voice tight.
Neteyam shifts, proffering you his shoulder, and you see a single scrape along his otherwise flawless striped blue skin. You purse your lips, staring at it in mild disbelief.
âYou canât be serious.â You say, deadpan.
But itâs clear that Neteyam is serious, because heâs already stretching out on the comfy woven rugs of his grandmotherâs hut as if he belongs there. Itâs obvious that he has no intention of moving â he must have come here just to torture you.
You blow out a frustrated breath, the inside of your respirator mask fogging up briefly before rapidly clearing. Neteyam is infuriating. He gets under your skin in a way that no one else does, as though he knows every goddamn little button to press just to aggravate you.
Maybe itâs just a by-product of having been raised as next in line to lead the Omaticaya, or of being Toruk Maktoâs oldest son, but youâve always found Neteyam closed off and distant.
Truthfully, you canât say for certain if heâs always been this way. When you were young teenagers, you hadnât had much contact with him; he was always busy with his own training, and then the whole Sully family had left for Awaâatlu. When they had returned, several years later, Neteyam had been more reserved, and yet somehow even cockier and more confident than ever.
âI donât understand you. Thereâs no need for you to get this scrape seen to, and you know it. You just like wasting my time.â
He just watches you as you complain, his eyes hooded and dark in a way that honestly leaves you a little heated. He doesnât deny it, which only irritates you further. You knew he was just trying to annoy you!
âItâs your job to treat wounds when youâre here, isnât it?â He asks, and you can see the way his tail is lazily undulating behind him, skimming across the woven carpet. Heâs enjoying arguing with you.
You huff out a put-upon sigh, before grabbing two of the jars. The ointment is naturally antiseptic but it goes on with quite a sting; you try not to feel satisfied about that as you coat your fingers in it before dabbing it onto the scrape on Neteyamâs shoulder. Youâre not as gentle as youâd usually be either, your patience is too thin for you to be considerate with him right now.
But this is not Txetyo. This is Neteyam, and he doesnât so much as flinch as you rub the paste over his still sluggishly bleeding scratch, even though you know it must sting. You try not to feel irked by his stoicism.
As you work, Neteyamâs head rolls back. In a move thatâs almost imperceptible, his nostrils flare and he scents the air. You assume itâs the fairly astringent scent of the herbal paste youâve just pulled out thatâs bothering him, and you raise an eyebrow at him.
âProblem?â
His lips quirk, though he manages to keep his expression neutral. âNo. I am simply enjoying being under your tender care.â
You narrow your eyes at him. Heâs mocking you now.
The fact that he had walked in on Txetyoâs hand up your top as he groped at your tits feels like a heavy unspoken weight in between you as you dab at his minor wound. You keep waiting for him to bring it up, to laugh at you for it, but he remains stubbornly quiet as you work, his golden eyes watching you in quiet contemplation.
In fact, heâs never brought up any of the times heâs interrupted you right before you got with someone. Heâs caught you in varying levels of undress, with Naâvi men over you, under you, holding you, touching you, kissing you, but somehow just before anything good actually happened. Every time the men had scrambled away from you as though you were something diseased, mortified at being caught with a tawtute by Neteyam, a man that (for some reason you canât comprehend) they seem to have an awful lot of respect for.
In the beginning, you were inclined to come up with excuses for him; he was Jake Sullyâs oldest son, and was inevitably going to keep track of his peers and where they disappeared off to when they had duties that they should be attending to. But now, you think heâs doing it to spite you specifically. It might be a bit of a self-centred thing to believe, but youâre almost certain of it.
You shift on your knees beside him, raising yourself up a little to ensure that youâve covered all parts of his scrape. You donât want him returning tomorrow to complain that you didnât do a good job.
You have to bite back another sigh as you do so, your thighs rubbing together in a way that sends a sharp jolt up your spine. Youâre horny and needy and so, so resentful of the fact that youâre now treating the same man thatâs the direct cause of your state right now.
Neteyamâs attitude wasnât the only thing that changed in his time away, however. You have to keep your eyes fixed carefully on his bruising shoulder, because if you didnât you know that your gaze would wander, and thatâs a dangerous game to be playing in the presence of someone as perceptive as Neteyam.
But itâs difficult not to look. Time and ocean air has been kind to him; heâs grown as tall as his father, and whatever sort of training or work he had been doing with the Metkayina has resulted in broader shoulders and a more sturdy build than is typical of the Omaticaya. Itâs galling to admit, and makes you feel as though youâve eaten something sour and unpleasant, but Neteyam is hot as hell.
He might be aggravating and smug and too cocky, but no one in their right mind could deny that heâs attractive. Not even you. Especially you, if youâre being honest with yourself, considering your penchant for enormous blue alien men that could snap you in two with a pinkie if they felt so inclined.
God, you really have to think about something else. Youâre so wet that your panties are starting to get uncomfortable, so you focus determinedly on the resentment thatâs still simmering over the fact that Neteyam had interrupted what was promising to be a very productive encounter with Txetyo.
Neteyam shuffles a little where heâs sitting in front of you, and your eyes track the way his muscles bunch and shift under his vibrant blue skin. Damn, but seeing Naâvi musculature up close never gets old, even if itâs Neteyam.
Youâre almost finished with dabbing paste on the tiny scrape (and you hate to admit that it had taken you longer than it should have due to your distraction), when Neteyam half-turns his head towards you.
âMy back is sore, also.â He murmurs, though his eyes remain downcast.
You pause, staring at him. âOkay. And?â
Thereâs a moment where the two of you just look expectantly at each other. When nothing comes of that, Neteyam speaks again.
âYou are playing healer today, are you not?â He asks, and his left ear twitches oddly. âOr is your attention all reserved for Txetyo, hm?â
Your cheeks heat in humiliation and your jaw clenches. You knew he wouldnât be able to help himself from making some sort of stupid comment.
âLay down.â You snap, prickly and embarrassed.
âYes maâam.â Neteyam purrs, probably all satisfied that heâs gotten under your skin. He reclines, all of those lithe muscles flexing and bunching as he rolls over onto his stomach.
You grab another pot of ointment, and then take a moment to steady yourself.
You know that heâs winding you up on purpose, just like always, but you can never figure out why. He doesnât treat you like any of the other men in the village do â they might enjoy fucking you, but theyâre rarely caught dead in public with you, worried about what it might mean for their own reputations.
Neteyam is bolder, more confident; though the burden of responsibility that he carries is unmistakable, he never seems to get caught up with the petty whispering and musings of the village people. Itâs just unfortunate that he seems so set on bothering you.
Your mouth goes dry as your eyes drop mindlessly over the expanse of his long, pretty back. His skin is stretched tight over lithe muscle, little luminescent white freckles glinting like little stars. He looks so smooth, though the flawlessness of his body is marred by thick pale scars that litter his skin, courtesy of the near legendary battle with the RDA that you hear happened off the coast of Awaâatlu.
You glance down, flustered. Fuck. It would be so much easier to hate him if he wasnât physically perfect.
âProblem?â Neteyamâs voice is a little lower in register than it was before, perhaps because heâs lying on his stomach with his head pillowed under his crossed arms.
You twitch. Shit. You had gotten distracted, and had lost yourself staring at him.
âNo. Shut up.â You blurt reflexively, dipping your fingers into the oily ointment used for easing sore muscles.
Neteyam huffs quietly, a sound that could be a grunt or a laugh, but doesnât bother responding. It makes you feel as though youâve lost a game you didnât know you were playing.
Antsy and on edge, you lean forward and survey his strong back properly. When he's laying out in front of you like this you can see the way his back is knotted with tension and his shoulders are hiked up around his ears. It doesn't look too bad, but it can't be comfortable either.
You take one more moment to admire the musculature of his shoulders, before gathering yourself and dipping your fingers into the ointment. It's balmy against your fingers and smells a little bit like blueberries, and begins to tingle when your hand is entirely coated.
"Where does it hurt most?" You ask, your voice quiet.
In the silence, you can hear Neteyamâs throat click when he swallows.
"My neck and shoulders." When he speaks, his voice is a little deeper than expected.
The very first touch to Neteyamâs back pulls a quiet sigh out of him; it sounds like relief.
Considering his size, it takes surprisingly little to have him melting under your hands. Your fingers spread under his scapula, finding a knot in the muscle and pressing in hard. It takes a bit of finagling, but after some firm pressure you feel the muscle begin to soften beneath your touch.
Gaining confidence, you return your kneading fingers to his neck. He really is terribly tense, and shivering spasms flit up and down the muscles of his back in regular intervals as you drag the warm palms of your hands over him. As your fingers work into his tense muscles, he lets out quiet little grunts that are muffled by the cradle of his arms.
âWhy were you so hard on Txetyo during training?â You ask as your fingers dig into the tense tissue of his back. Your voice is unintentionally loud in the quiet of the hut. âHe looked as though he had been attacked by a thanator when he was here earlier.â
Neteyam just grunts. âTxetyo is an overconfident skxawng. He is not nearly as skilled as he thinks he is.â
You click your tongue, dissatisfied with that answer. âI could say the same about you.â
Just like all your attempts to insult him, your words seem to bounce right off him. Stupid thick-skinned bastard. His pretty mouth tilts up in a smile.
âI have the skills to back it up, paskalin.â
Your lips purse at the name, your cheeks hot. God, heâs such an asshole.
When you exert pressure as you run your fingers down his spine, Neteyam grunts softly into his arms. The sound is startling in the quiet, interrupting the steady rhythm of your quiet breathing.
"Does that hurt?" You ask. Your voice comes out a little shakier than youâd like.
"No." Neteyamâs voice comes out in a low, gravelly rumble. The sound of it almost startles you into snatching your hands away, but you manage to refrain yourself. "Keep going."
You just swallow thickly, and try to keep yourself on task. âHe just wants to be better. He was excited to train with youââ
âLower.â Neteyam groans, shifting under your hands.
You clench your teeth. Really, you should probably just walk away from him. Thereâs no real need for you to be doing any of this. Heâs not even injured, and who knows whether heâs telling the truth about his back being tense.
But youâre stupid, and youâve never been good at walking away, from either fighting or fucking. This strange encounter feels as though it lies somewhere in the middle of those two things. Your palms drag down to his lower back, and he flinches briefly before melting under your touch.
His body is so big that itâs difficult to get a good angle to knead properly at his tense muscles, and before you can think too hard about it you swing your leg over his hips. You settle back, perching your weight cautiously at the base of his spine.
It's a braver move than you would usually make, but you try not to second-guess yourself â like this, you have so much more leverage to rub at the rigid sinews of his back. You drag your knuckles down the length of his spine and he groans into the cradle of his arms.
You try to ignore the excited flutter in your belly. Itâs just Neteyam. Youâre not actually getting turned on from this; the only reason youâre so affected is because you had been horny with Txetyo. You shift where youâre sitting on his back, but you have to force yourself still almost immediately, because the friction nearly makes your lungs seize.
âComfortable?â Neteyam murmurs, and you can hear amusement in his voice.
âShut up.â You say reflexively, before scowling. âI canât believe you interrupted me and Txetyo just for this. You have, like, one bruiseââ
âItâs a very sore bruise.â He murmurs lazily, sounding unbothered. âDo you think squeezing your tits might help? That seemed to help Txetyo feel better.â
You pause, jaw dropping in indignation. âIâ shut up!â
Neteyam makes a noise that sounds like a snicker, and you dig your fingers down the planes of his back vengefully. His waist narrows into an elegant taper, and when you reach the part of his back where his ass begins to swell, you exert firm pressure against the base of his tail.
If you had done it to a human, you know it would have hurt. But instead the tightness of the muscle unfurls under your fingers, and Neteyam gives a long, low groan. The sound is delightfully gravelly, and you take a breath as you feel molten heat ooze down into your belly and settle between your legs. Itâs not a reaction you had been expecting.
You sit back onto his lower back, avoiding his tail. From here, you have a truly captivating view of how slick his back looks from the ointment, and how his skin glows in the dim light of the hut. His body really is perfect, and your eyes track over the taut shiny scars that litter his skin.
âMmm. May I get up? Or do you want to sit on me a little while longer?â Neteyamâs low voice breaks you out of your stupor, and youâre horrified to find that youâve just been sitting there with your wet panties pressed against his back beneath your thin shorts.
You scramble off him quickly, flustered and clumsy. It had been a bold move to straddle him in the first place, and now you feel very stupid about it.
âYou should apologise to Txetyo.â You blurt, just to say something into the silence.
âWhy are we still talking about Txetyo?â Neteyam has always been a relatively tolerant and even-keeled man, but you can hear irritation beginning to bubble up in his voice.
âBecauseââ You start to say, but then Neteyam rolls over so that heâs laying on his back.
Now that he's lying on his back, stretched out all long and lithe, your eyes rove over his face and then down his throat, his chest, his stomach, his hips. Your eyes catch on the protrusion between his legs and stick there, your mouth dropping open in surprise when you see that his loincloth is tented.
âBecause- he⊠you were tooââ You try valiantly to finish your sentence, but your thoughts have scattered to the wind.
Heâs hard. Why the fuck is he hard? Is that just from you rubbing his back? Oh my god, what are you supposed to say? It feels like his hard-on is staring at you.
Neteyam pushes himself up into a sitting position, his hands planted on the woven rug behind him as he pushes himself up so that heâs sitting looming over you. Once heâs upright, Neteyam flexes his shoulders and groans slightly as he goes. It doesn't sound like a pained groan, thankfully.
The movement brings him closer to you than you had been expecting, and you end up freezing. Like this, you can see the way his expression has smoothed into one of relief. His shoulders are looser too, no longer held bunched up around his neck.
Neteyam doesn't seem to notice your close proximity, nor the way you have tensed at the lack of space between them. Youâre not touching, but youâre so close that you swear you can physically feel the air between you.
âIf Txetyo is so upset about being beaten by me in training, then he should focus on getting better instead of slinking away with his tail between his legs and trying to screw you in a corner of my grandmotherâs hut.â
You gape at him like an absolute idiot, floored by the acerbity in his tone. Youâve always thought Neteyam was a bit of a dickhead, but that was mostly because of his nearly insufferable need to always be the best. Always the best warrior, the best son, the best brother, the best future Oloâeyktan. The best role model to his peers.
âSo thatâs what this is about.â You say, your voice coming out distinctly accusatory. âYou donât like that your friends are fucking a human, is that it?â
Neteyam doesnât even bother answering. He just rolls his now loosened shoulders and watches you carefully. He doesn't tell you to back off, or wrinkle his nose at you, or act as though he's repulsed by you. He just stares at you across the miniscule space between you, and that only angers you further.
âIs that why you keep interrupting whenever Iâm with any of the other tsamsiyu?â You demand, fists clenching. âWhat, you donât like that your friends find a tawtute attractive? Is that why you keep cockblocking me?â
Neteyam huffs a quiet snort, as though he thinks youâre being stupid.
âI hear what some of the Naâvi in the village say, about how itâs shameful to be with a tawtute.â You hiss. âI just didnât think youâd be one of them.â
And if youâre honest with yourself, it sort of hurts. Neteyam has always gotten on your nerves with his confusing mix of overconfidence and jagged insecurities, and he had really infuriated you when he had started to interrupt all of those illicit little meetups you had planned with some of the boys in the village, but you hadnât actually thought that he had any disdain for you like some of the other Naâvi.
And then you do something so stupid that it shocks even you.
Your eyes drop back down to the tent in his tewng, eyeing it thoughtfully, before reaching out and running your fingers over the hardened outline of his cock through the fabric with purpose.
Neteyam hisses, and his hips actually lift off the floor in an attempt to follow your touch.
âGod, youâre a hypocrite, arenât you?â You breathe, fighting to keep your voice casual. âHow can you judge your friends for fucking around with me when youâre this hard after just a backrub?â
âTheyâre not my friends.â Neteyam grunts, his jaw clenching as his head tilts back. His hips rock into your hand.
Your touch goes firmer, and then your hand slips under his loincloth. Youâve had plenty of sexual encounters with Naâvi men, but this is different.
This is Neteyam. This encounter feels like proving a point. A very sexually charged point.
His cock is silky smooth and hot to the touch, and you feel a little drunk as your fingers close around it. And damn, it feels big. All Naâvi cocks are big compared to your hands, but this⊠feels different. You were aroused anyway, youâve been feeling pent up all damn week, but now that your hand is on his dick your nerves are fizzing up.
Itâs a surprise when Neteyamâs big hand settles on your waist to tug you closer, and you feel your stomach swoop when he pulls you forward. You donât release his cock even as he pulls you to settle over one of his thighs, your legs slotted in between his, and you can feel him harden even further beneath you.
You wonder absently if it's really you that's causing his very obvious arousal or if it's just a natural consequence of the massage; either way, when his hips flex up towards you, they press right in between your legs.
You shiver almost violently, the sensation of him pressing hot and hard against your core frying your nerves and wiping your thoughts clean. The part of your brain that had been screaming about what a bad idea this whole thing is has become muffled now, and your own hips jerk against his.
âYouâre such an asshole,â You say, though your voice comes out reedy and breathless. âYou of all people donât have a right to talk shit about those guys just cause theyâre into humans, especially when your cock is this hard, and especially considering where your dad came fromââ
He lets out a soft, quiet noise as you move against him, and uses his grip on the back of your top to pull you tighter against him yet again. âDonât talk about my father when you have my cock in your hand.â
It takes what feels like a monumental effort to wrench your hand away from him, and he lets out a wordless grunt of dissatisfaction as his hips twitch in an effort to follow your hand. Itâs delightfully pathetic, and you feel your ego swell at the sheer sense of power that washes over you; itâs a rare feeling, especially when youâre faced with a big blue alien almost twice your size.
âYou should apologise to Txetyo.â You sound like an out of breath idiot. âItâs not like you can judge him for being with a tawtute when youâre that hard from me just touching you.â
Neteyam just stares at you, his jaw clenching and his honey eyes dark as he takes several breaths through his nose. Youâve never seen him like this before; youâve never seen any of the men youâve been with like this before. It looks as though heâs holding onto a thin veneer of control, and you wonder if heâs angry with you, if youâve perhaps pushed him too far.
âThat was never the issue.â He says and fuck, his voice has gone so gravelly. âAnd donât pretend that youâre not wet beneath those clothes of yours. I can smell it.â
Your thighs squeeze together as you swallow hard, struggling to maintain your aura of indifference and no doubt failing.
âThatâs because of Txetyo.â You say, and it tastes like a lie on your tongue. âYou interrupted us.â
Neteyam laughs quietly and humourlessly. His expression suggests that he doesnât find anything about this conversation funny, and his hand is still splayed across your back. Youâre so damn conscious of how big his palm is as it spreads across your spine. Why the hell hasnât he let go of you yet?
âAh, I see.â Neteyam murmurs. âYou would have fucked him in my grandmotherâs hut?â
Your mouth is so damn dry, and you swallow compulsively. âItâs not any of your business who I fuck.â
Neteyamâs smile is grim. âTxetyo would fuck his own shadow if he were nimble enough to catch it. You have terrible taste in men.â
You rear back. Youâre surprised by how much that hurts. Living as a human on Pandora is lonely, and itâs not like you have people lining up outside the human outpost looking to spend time with you. If you want any sort of companionship or intimacy, you have to accept any attention that you can get. And sure, most of that attention comes from men that only want to get their dicks wet, or the experience of being with a tawtute, but itâs better than nothing at all.
âWell, we canât all be the Oloâeyktanâs son.â You say, your voice stiff and cold. âWe donât all have countless suitors throwing themselves at our feet. Some of us have to accept attention from whoeverâs interested.â
Neteyamâs expression shifts, an odd look appearing in his eyes, and your stomach swoops. You donât think you could bear to see pity in his eyes, so you pull away from him, shaking his hands off.
âYour scratch is fine.â You say, your voice thin and a little thready. âYouâre all treated.
âHeyââ
As you stumble to your feet, Neteyam reaches out as if to stop you. You dodge his hands, unable to look him in the eye.
Panic is starting to set in now; what had you been thinking, touching him like that just after he had chided you for flirting with Txetyo in the tsahĂŹkâs hut? God, you feel like such an idiot. He must think youâre so pathetic.
Like a coward, you turn on your heel and flee out of the hut. You need air, you need to be out of the cool darkness of the hut, you need to be away from the overwhelming weight of Neteyamâs presence. Through the blood rushing in your ears you can distantly hear Neteyam call to you, but youâre too desperate to escape from the whole humiliating interaction to stop and listen.
You stagger out of the hut, squinting at the evening light; it seems blinding after spending all day in the dim musty air of Moâatâs healing hut. You pat at your rumpled shirt and creased denim shorts, flustered and frenzied as you try to straighten yourself out.
âTawtute?â
You jerk, gasping, and whirl to find that Txetyo is sitting on a log a few feet away from the hut, apparently waiting for you to finish up with Neteyam. You feel like youâre burning up from a mixture of mortification and confused arousal and youâre certain that Neteyam is about to follow you out.
âIâ I have to go!â You blurt, already stepping back towards the forest.
Txetyo frowns, obviously bewildered, but he doesnât stand. âDonât you want toââ
You donât wait for him to finish. Youâre already fleeing, disappearing into the trees as you run the whole way home.
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It might be a little cowardly, but you avoid the village for days after that.
You stick to the outpost, watching Norm and Max and the other scientists work. You try not to die of boredom, and you try not to overthink and overthink and overthink.
But you have too much time on your hands as you slink around the outpost, and you canât stop feeling guilty about abandoning your attempts to help Moâat out in her healing hut.
You also canât stop thinking about the shift of Neteyamâs muscles in the low dim light, or the silky hot feel of his cock in your hand, or the soft breathy grunts he had let out as his hips rocked. It feels like the experience has actually rewired your brain, as though youâll never recover from it.
Growing up on Pandora as a human has been lonely. The only other human your age is Spider, who had become the closest thing you have to a brother â and you love him even when you feel like throttling him, but sometimes you just yearn for more.
You want companionship, you want understanding, you want romance, you want sexual intimacy. You donât think itâs too much to ask for, and if you have to turn to big nine-feet-tall Naâvi warriors who just want to say theyâve had the experience of sleeping with a tawtute, then thatâs⊠fine. Even if itâs only temporary.
Part of you is honestly relieved when Spider finally manages to force you out of the outpost and back to the village. Itâs a relief to get back into the forest, to the village, to the life youâre used to. The outpost has nothing on the vibrancy of the village life, and you feel as though you can breathe for the first time in days upon stepping back into the village, even if itâs through your respirator mask.
Thereâs been a big hunt today, and the village is buzzing with excitement. You pass by several willowy Naâvi covered in celebratory paint, and follow the sound of the heavy thumping of drums.
The evening after a hunt is always a joyful affair, and you gradually start to relax throughout the night. You feast on collected fruit, hum along to some of the music, and sit comfortably with Spider all evening. At some point youâre joined by Loâak, which you donât mind either; Loâak has always been the kind of outcast that fits comfortably between the edges of you and Spider. Those edges have smoothed out as he got older, but heâs always been a cool guy to hang out with.
When heâs not joining Spider in ganging up on you, that is.
âSoâ so wait, wait, let me get this straight,â Loâak is waving his hands as though trying to settle down a group of rowdy children, even though itâs just the three of you present. âNeteyam walked in on you fucking again, but this time it was in grandmotherâs hutââ
Youâre sat around the large campfire in the middle of the village, tucked away from the main celebrations. Part of you is flourishing being in this environment again, but another part is withering at this damn conversation. You glance around nervously, hoping that no casual observers can hear you guys talking.
âTxetyo only had his hand up my top!â You hiss hastily. âWe werenât actuallyâ and we would have gone somewhere else when it came down to it!â
âTxetyo is a dickhead.â Spider complains, leaning heavily on your side. Heâs so frequently dwarfed by the Naâvi that itâs easy to forget that heâs over six-feet-tall and corded with muscle, and his bulk is heavy.
Irritatingly, Loâak leans into you the same way on the other side, though heâs more careful about leaning his full weight, and you end up crushed in between the two idiots.
âHe isnât.â You protest, pushing back against their weight. âHeâsââ
âNah, he is.â Loâak interrupts before you can defend him. âTotal skxawng. You know he keeps telling people heâs the best archer in the clan? And yet he didnât manage to catch anything in todayâs huntââ
You try not to wince at that. Itâs impossible to miss that while Txetyo may not have been successful in the hunt today, someone else is being lauded for their skill and success.
Neteyam has been given a place of honour by the fire next to his parents, and the careful swirls of paint all over his body canât hide the proud glow on his face. Under the smooth veneer of Neteyamâs smiles and cheer was the jagged edge of his inferiority complex, his need to always be better and to be liked. Funnily enough, his insecurity has always been your favourite part of him. It felt real in a way his cockiness didnât.
You canât stop yourself from glancing over. Night has already fallen and there are many couples dancing, the flickering firelight sending wild shadows across the gathering. But even in the unsteady light, you catch the intense golden stare of Neteyam watching you from across the circle.
You hastily turn your face away, pressing your lips together tight as you try to pretend like you hadnât been looking in the first place.
ââHeâs better than Artâalak, at least.â Spider says, continuing on the conversation that you had checked out of for a few moments. âThat guy was awful. I mean, what did you even see in him?â
You roll your eyes, sinking further back into the stupidly heavy weight of Spider and Loâak in a silly attempt to hide yourself from view. It almost definitely doesnât work, and you can still feel the weight of Neteyamâs stare on you, even as you fixedly ignore him.
âPretty sure we donât want the answer to that one, man.â Loâak says, snickering.
His eyes glance around, before flashing across the gathering as though he can also feel Neteyamâs attention. You frown as Loâak hastily removes his arm from around your shoulders, even leaning away from you a little.
âIâm allowed to want company.â You say loftily, though youâre certain that your voice is a little shaky.
It feels like your skin is heating up under Neteyamâs eyes, and you feel yourself getting shifty. Why wonât he just look away?
Loâak obviously notices his brotherâs attention, because he leans a little closer so he can speak quietly in your ear.
âMy brother can be unbearable,â Loâak murmurs, âBut heâs not a bad guy.â
âGross.â You wrinkle your nose playfully at Loâakâs rare display of sincerity about his brother and he hisses at you, swiping at your head.
Itâs all in jest, which is obvious given how gentle his hands are with you, and you laugh and lean away.
âI justâ I donât understand him.â You sigh once your laughter has tapered off. âI mean, I get that he doesnât approve of the whole interspecies thing, but itâs like he goes out of his way to catch me in embarrassing situations. If he finds it gross, why seek it out?â
Loâak purses his lips and avoids your eyes. âUhâŠâ
âAnytime he shows up, the guys Iâm with go running.â You continue, your brows knitting into a frown. âI mean, itâs getting ridiculous. Why canât he just mind his own business?â
Loâakâs eyes dart over your head, and you just know that he and Spider are sharing a look together.
âHe doesnâtâ I wouldnât say he disapproves of interspecies relationshipsââ Loâak says, but he fumbles a little in his attempt to get his words out and darts another panicked glance across the fire towards where Neteyam is sitting with their father.
You just scoff, crossing your arms defensively across your chest. You feel a little vulnerable talking about this; usually, youâre content to suffer through the embarrassment of having your sex partners pretending they donât know you in public alone, but since Neteyam had started walking in on you, now he knows that theyâre doing it too.
âHe scolds them like theyâre children whenever he walks in on us, talking about how theyâre neglecting their duties and all that,â You mutter, scowling. âBut itâs obviously because heâs annoyed that his friends are messing around with a Sky Person.â
Spider shifts at your side, making an odd sound beneath his breath. You turn to look at him, but heâs staring rather fixedly at a tree branch overhead. Loâak clears his throat, similarly looking off to the side to avoid your eyes.
You frown. It feels as though theyâre hiding something from you, and the thought is unsettling.
âWhat?â You demand, sitting forward and staring intently at them.
âNothing,â Loâak protests, but his voice is a little too high-pitched to be believable. âUh⊠Itâs just⊠well, I really donât think that Neteyam has a problem with interspecies relationships. Our dad came from the Sky, too!â
You think that Loâak probably intended for that to be reassuring, but instead you find your stomach sinking miserably.
âOh.â You say, pursing your lips. âSo itâs me that he has a problem with.â
âNo!â Loâak protests, but then he pauses. His mouth opens and closes as he struggles to form a response under the weight of your narrowed eyes.
When no explanation comes, you end up just averting your gaze and looking towards the fire. Itâs stupid, but youâre not sure what you were even expecting. Neteyam has always been perfect in his personal life, his duties, his relationships within the clan, his looks. Itâs hardly a surprise that heâs developed a distaste for you â you know what Sky People represent to the Naâvi, after all.
Across the gathering, two Naâvi girls are shooting looks at Spider. You almost think theyâre looking at him in disgust, but when Spider catches their eye and smiles back they both look away giggling.
You click your tongue and roll your eyes. You wonder when exactly it was that the Naâvi your age stopped seeing you as human nuisances that haunt the village, and started instead seeing you as people with possible sexual appeal.
âThat is just unfair.â You intone dully. âYou get Naâvi girls flirting with you from across the campfire, and I get Naâvi boys fucking me in corners and then pretending they donât know me. And thatâs only if I donât get rudely interrupted by Loâakâs asshole brother.â
âMen.â Loâak says in a disparaging tone that sounds as though itâs meant to be sympathetic, but it falls short as heâs biting his tongue to keep from laughing. âMaybe you just have bad taste.â
Spider laughs too, though heâs still looking in the Naâvi girlsâ direction. Thereâs a pink flush in his cheeks, and his smile looks distinctly pleased.
âYeah,â You grumble, sinking down where youâre sitting. âIâm hearing that a lot.â
The conversation moves on then, Loâak nudging at Spider over your head and grinning as he recounts the highlights from the hunt earlier that day, but youâre distracted. You hardly even hear a word they say, too busy staring broodingly into the fire.
Luckily, neither Loâak nor Spider mind your silence. Theyâre perfectly content to fill the quiet themselves, chatting and babbling and joking over your head.
Youâre drifting, lost in your own thoughts until you hear Loâak and Spider go quiet. You glance over to them, only to realise why theyâve stopped talking â Neteyam is walking your way.
You stiffen, eyes narrowing behind your respirator mask as he comes to a stop before you all. He greets his brother and Spider briefly, distractedly, before his big amber eyes settle on you.
All you can do is wait, tensed. You have no idea what heâs going to do or say, but if he says something about that day in the healing hut you might actually scream.
But Neteyam doesnât immediately say anything. He crouches in front of you, his gaze as measured and even as ever, and proffers a wrapped utumauti leaf to you. For a moment, you just stare at it as though itâs something venomous.
âA portion of yerik meat,â Neteyam clarifies, not even blinking as he watches your face. âFrom the hunt earlier.â
Oh. Now you see. Heâs just showing off, like he always does. Heâs always doing things like this, just to show off his skills, his prowess, how strong he is. Itâs irritating; everyone already knows how great he is, and heâs already practically revered throughout the village. You donât know why he keeps trying to flaunt his greatness in front of you, other than the fact that he must love to annoy you.
Spider nudges you in the side, and you reach out to take the wrapped meat from Neteyamâs outstretched hand.
âThank you.â You say, a little tersely.
Neteyam just nods, his tail coiling. He watches your face for another moment, and all the unspoken tension between you from the other day seems to swell to unbearable heights. His ears twitch, and then he glances over his shoulder to where his parents are sitting by the fire. Theyâre watching, which makes you feel itchy and embarrassed.
âI should return.â He says simply, before standing and nodding at you, then Spider and Loâak, before straightening up and walking back to his place by Jake, his tail swaying low.
Thereâs a long moment of silence, where you can feel Loâak and Spider staring at you.
âDonât.â You say sharply when you see Loâakâs mouth open, and he closes it with a click.
This feels embarrassing, as though Neteyam is mocking you somehow. Itâs not the first time heâs given you food, always making sure to let you know he caught it himself. Itâs like he has a damn pathological need to show off his skills, to try and prove himself, to prove that heâs better than anyone else. Itâs aggravating, even more so now that Loâak has made it clear that itâs you that Neteyam has a problem with.
Eventually, Spider and Loâak return to their conversation and you pull back, sitting silently between them. You pull your mask off for a brief moment to nibble at the meat. Youâre a little irritated to admit that itâs delicious, and you sit back to lean into Spiderâs side as you chew at it sullenly.
Youâve just begun to wonder if this night is a total bust altogether when you catch movement out of the corner of your eye. You raise your head, surprised to see the sight of Txetyo stepping towards you.
At your side, Spider and Loâak share a look before sitting up straighter.
âTawtute,â Txetyo greets, nodding his head at you. He casts a single cautious look towards Loâak, before focusing on you properly.
He is keeping his voice purposely low so that no one else can hear, but you canât bring yourself to care. This is the most public setting that any man has ever actually approached you in, and you can feel your expression brightening already.
âHello.â You murmur, smiling sweetly at him. The last time you had seen him had been right after you had fled the tsahikâs hut, right after you had touched Neteyamâ and no, you are not thinking about that right now.
âI would like to speak with you.â Txetyo murmurs, his voice low as he darts one more quick look between Loâak and Spider before settling on you again.
You brighten. Youâre under no illusions about what Txetyo wants to âspeakâ about, and you can safely assume that there will be little to no talking involved at all.
Yes. A distraction. This is exactly what you need.
âSure.â You say, your lips curving up in a coy smile as you unfold yourself from where youâve been sitting between Spider and Loâak.
âUhââ Loâak starts to say, but youâre already beginning to step away with Txetyo, whoâs beginning to lead you away from the gathering.
Maybe itâs a little impulsive, but youâre feeling reckless tonight. You can still feel Neteyamâs eyes boring into your back as you follow Txetyo towards the treeline, but you determinedly refuse to look. The celebration should be enough of a distraction to keep him busy and away from you for a while so you can finally get laid.
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You resist the urge to check the time on your battered old wristwatch as Txetyo slides down your body and repositions himself between your legs.
It feels like such a long time since youâve hooked up successfully with anyone, with no interruptions, which is probably why youâve been so affected by all-things-Neteyam recently. You were hoping that this encounter with Txetyo would restore you back to normal, to get rid of all the thoughts of Neteyamâs intense golden stare and pretty face and silken hot cock that are absolutely haunting you.
Yet, so far, the nightâs been less than stellar. Txetyo had led you away from the celebrations, and you had to try hard to pretend like you donât see him looking around compulsively to make sure that no one else has seen him leave with you. You had followed him into the trees, and had brightened up when he took your hand as soon as you were out of sight of the gathering.
Before you knew it, you were on your back on the forest floor with your panties around your ankles and your dress rucked up around your waist as Txetyo loomed over you on his hands and knees.
Txetyo is handsome, and heâs big and strong and heâs not opposed to hooking up with a Sky Person, but heâs not much for conversation and it seems like heâs only really got one thing on his mind. Apparently, your list of criteria might be a little lacking, because Txetyoâs also proving to be woefully bad at sex.
He spreads your legs and buries his face there. You blink at the canopy of glowing foliage overhead, grimacing. Honestly, youâd think that anything tongue-adjacent would feel good against a clit, but thatâs just not true. Txetyo seems to have an affinity for moving his tongue rapidly and aimlessly against you, resulting in nothing better than the occasional teasing â definitely by accident.
You shift a little, try to angle your hips so that Txetyoâs mouth is over your clit, but he doesnât seem to pick up on what youâre attempting to do at all. He just moves his mouth away, jabbing his tongue sort of aimlessly at your left labia.
âCould youâ a bit higherââ You say, trying to shift again.
Txetyoâs mouth is rather sloppy against your pussy, but youâre not actually sure what heâs doing down there. He seems to be missing every possible nerve ending that might feel good, which is actually a little bit impressive.
You sigh, and just resign yourself to getting bad head. You let your head thunk back against the mossy forest floor, your legs hanging off of Txetyoâs big shoulders as he hunches between your thighs.
Itâs almost imperceptible, but the quiet âcrackâ of a twig breaking underfoot has your head snapping around in a panic.
Though night has fallen, itâs never truly dark on Pandora. The moss beneath you glows faintly, illuminating the outline of your body as you lay there with Txetyo getting busy between your legs. The trees and foliage around you are similarly phosphorescent, your surroundings all lit up in luminous vibrance.
Pandoraâs bioluminescence is beautiful; it also means that you can see Neteyamâs figure all dimly lit up as he leans against the trunk of a tree about fifteen feet away.
Neteyamâs head is cocked to the side as he very obviously takes in the scene before him, his head turning to scan up and down your body. His little luminous freckles are lit up and glowing, and itâs impossible to miss the fact that his golden eyes are fixed on you, so intense that itâs almost breathtaking.
You almost scream. You mean to, but instead you moan, completely by accident, and Txetyo groans between your legs.
You donât know what to do. Youâre gaping at Neteyam, who seems all too content to just watch you, meanwhile Txetyo is totally oblivious. Heâs still doing nothing right, but something deep inside you pulses.
Moments later, much to your horror, Neteyam takes a small, tentative step forward. He stands only a few feet away, behind Txetyo and in plain view of you.
Go away! You mouth, staring at him in disbelief.
Neteyam scratches his head, feigning confusion, and then he takes another step forward.
He doesnât say anything. Why isnât he saying anything? Itâs not the first time heâs walked in on you in a situation like this, but usually by this point heâs started making snarky comments, which in turn makes the men youâre with scramble away from you like youâre diseased.
Your dress is pushed up clumsily around your stomach, exposing your pussy. Thereâs a man between your legs. Youâre in the process of getting fucked and Neteyam is watching, goddammit.
It definitely, absolutely is not hot. And yet⊠your hips twitch, and your breath hitches.
âThat feel good?â Txetyo asks, peering up to grin at you. Your attention is dragged back to him and you blink, dazed.
âYeah,â You lie. âSo good.â
âMm,â Txetyo hums in satisfaction, slipping two fingers into you. âGood.â
You grunt at the stretch of his thick fingers, breathing deep. His mouth returns, his fingers jabbing kind of aimlessly, but it hardly matters. Your attention is locked on Neteyam, and itâs somehow making Txetyoâs useless attempts feel somewhat invigorating.
âOh god,â You gasp. Youâre so confused. Part of you is still waiting for Neteyam to speak up, to make a sound or to clear his throat. Something. But he just watches on, his pretty eyes dark.
âMm, so pretty,â Txetyo murmurs from between your legs, still blissfully unaware of your onlooker. âCan I fuck you now, tawtute?â
Despite yourself, you find your eyes darting over to Neteyam. The stupid fucker is still looking, and when he sees that youâve looked at him his lips quirk. Your whole body flushes deep with heat, and you try to pretend like you arenât taking direction from him; usually, his appearance would have stopped this entire encounter dead in its tracks. But youâre continuing, and the fact is, you feel as though you need his permission or something.
âY-yes.â You say.
Neteyam purses his lips, and raises his non-existent brows. Fuck, what does that mean?
âHow would you like me toââ
âJust like this.â You blurt. It feels, for some reason, as though you canât risk Txetyo noticing Neteyam. This is the only way you can see Neteyam without Txetyo noticing him, anyway.
Txetyo shuffles up your body, his bulk dwarfing you. Thereâs a momentâs struggle as heâs lining himself up against your pussy, groaning low as he pushes into you. The stretch is intense, and a little painful, as always; you never quite get used to the bone-deep satisfaction of that achey biting stretch in your cunt.
The stretch is satisfying, like it always is, but itâs not necessarily special. Txetyo is not as evenly proportioned as he looks, and his cock is smaller than other Naâvi youâve been with. That is, mostly, a good thing; it means he can fuck you without lube, which you usually have to use to accommodate the shocking stretch of taking a Naâvi cock. It also means that you adjust to having him inside you a little quicker, your muscles easing gradually around the intrusion of his dick.
What is special (or at least unusual) is the fact that Neteyam is still watching. You stare back, maintaining a bewilderingly intense sort of eye contact. Txetyo groans as your cunt clenches down on him, and he lowers his face to bury it in your shoulder; like this, your view of Neteyam is completely unimpeded.
âAh! Youâre so tight,â Txetyo hisses. âThis is okay?â
âYes,â You gasp. âYou can move.â
And by God, does Txetyo move. He jerks in and out of you with a complete lack of coordination. You bounce and flop against the luminescent bed of moss beneath you, occasionally throwing a hand over your head to try and anchor yourself to a tree root behind you, just to stay put for a second or two.
Neteyam is undoubtedly amused. He has a hand pressed to his mouth, and the skin around his eyes is scrunched up with mirth. At one point, when Txetyo starts humping into you so desperately that you grunt, wincing, Neteyam doubles over himself completely, laughing silently.
âOh, oh,â Txetyo groans. âTawtute, I am going toâ you are so tight, so hot insideâ"
You smack one of Txetyoâs hands away from where heâd been rubbing determinedly at the side of your vulva. You rub at your clit instead in fast, harsh circles, staring at Neteyam desperately. You donât actually know what youâre looking for, or what you want him to do⊠but you want him to do something.
Neteyam reaches down to palm the bulge at the front of his tewng that you hadnât even noticed until now, and you moan. You rub yourself even faster, attempting to angle your hips in any way that could increase your pleasure from Txetyo. It seems impossible, but you manage to catch one or two good strokes.
âPlease, pleaseâ!â You gasp, eyes wide as you maintain eye contact with Neteyam over the wide bulk of Txetyoâs shoulders.
Neyeyam moans. Itâs low, barely noticeable under Txetyoâs own strangled sounds, but you hear it clearly. Your body seizes up and then youâre coming, gasping high and quick as you drink Neteyam in with your eyes, frozen under Neteyamâs gaze in turn.
âUnnng,â Txetyo grunts as he comes too, thrusting into you through the last shocks of his orgasm.
You barely even blink, your eyes fixed wide open as you tremble, your breaths shaky. Neteyam doesnât break eye contact either, watching you so damn closely that it feels bizarrely as though heâs watching a show youâre putting on, as though all of this is for him. The worst part is you feel as though youâd be lying if you said it wasnât.
Neteyam silently turns and slips away through the foliage, and Txetyo flops onto the mossy ground beside you moments later, breathing heavily.
âThat was good.â Txetyo sighs, his voice thick with satisfaction.
You donât reply, still staring at the place Neteyam had disappeared into the trees. Youâre partly unable to believe what just happened and partly turned on beyond belief, just knowing it did.
Iâm really sorry if this one seemed a bit messy, because I was trying to convey the feelings from multiple POVâs at the same time instead of just one. ps. i will drown in the Loâak x Tsireya ship. My OTP for life.Â
âą Pairing: Dad!Jake Sully x Oldest daughter!Reader, Loâak x Tsireya, Dad!Jake Sully x Loâak
âą Word count:Â 4kÂ
âą Genre:Â angst, family comfort
- Warnings: cursing, Jake being a bad dad for once but we still love himÂ
âČ Description: âYou have shamed this family.â Words hurt and they sting. Yet you make sure your dad gets to feel that very pain in the wake of Loâakâs return.Â
â» pairing: ??? x fem reader
â» genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut
â» Word Count: 4.5k
â» Rating: M
â» Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba
â» summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but youâll have to make do with what fate has handed to youÂ
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mists of celeste
act one ⻠part one
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âYou said that youâre with the military? I donât recall the military having ships as small as yours.â If possible, your eyes would roll all the way back in your head at the manâs comment. Instead, you plaster a smile on your lips, gaze flitting around the bridge as you do.Â
âYes, Ambassador Salvadore. They sent me on a transport ship, as I am here to relieve the captain of his dutiesââ
âThat is not necessary, Miss.â
ââon military orders, Ambassador.â Your grin continues to stretch as you gauge the state of the bridge. It is severely lacking in terms of soldiers, which is good for you on multiple fronts, but the ambassador before you is proving to be more difficult than you first anticipated.
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Nothing breaks Simonâs heart more than seeing you cry.
He hates it, it makes his skin crawl, and he feels helpless.
He watches the tears roll down your cheeks, leaving shiny streaks down your face. Your eyes red rimmed as you wipe at them furiously with your hands.
He feels terrible as he pulls you into a bone crushing hug. One hand on the back of your head pressing your face into his large chest. The other around your waist, holding you tightly against him.
His grip tightens when your knees give out, both of you slowly sinking to the floor. Until heâs on his knees trying to hold you together, trying prevent you from shattering to pieces in his hands.
His lips press to your hair as he rocks you slowly back and forth. Soft murmurs fill your ears as he tries to assure you that itâll be okay even though he knows it very well might not be.
He holds you, long after his legs start to ache, his muscles tense from being in the same position for so long. He listens to your sobs quiet, your breathing slowing as you manage to calm down.
The soft âsorry..â that comes from you makes Simon feel sick. You should never apologize for showing emotion, for being human. For experiencing sadness.
Rage bubbles in his chest as she listens to you try to explain your emotions away, listens to you apologize for âfalling apartâ and saying âit wonât happen again.â
Simon suddenly wants to rip whoever made you feel like you couldnât express hurt to shreds. To feel them shake beneath him as he makes them take back what they said to you. Makes them say sorry for making you feel like you werenât allowed to cry.
But he doesnât show you how upset he is that someone had made you feel like you canât cry. He doesnât tell you hoe his knees have gone numb from kneeling on the hard floor. He just continues to hold you, his arms sore.
As you collect yourself all Simon wants to do is see you smile. To see your lips turn up in even the smallest smile. So he does what he does best in situations like this.
âWhat do you call an angry veggie?â He asks, pulling back ever so slightly so he can see your face.
âUhâŠâ you pause, your face scrunched slightly, âwhat?â
âA steamed veggie,â he grunts, and for a moment heâs worried he said the wrong thing. But then your lips twitch, and a small smile breaks out on your face. along with a dramatic roll of your eyes has Simon letting out a small breath of relief.
Simon hates to see you cry, but he also loves being the one to make you smile after.
he lowkey (highkey) has a degrading link which is why heâs always mean to you or an asshole in general, almost like heâs challenging you just to have you say something mean back to him.
reader finds this out on accident somehow and heavilyyy uses it to her advantage
i just feel like since heâs such an asshole, finding out he likes to be degraded would actually be the biggest turn on LOLLL
thank you!
Thanks for your request anon! I had a lot of free creative space with this one but I hope it's to your liking!
~ AO'NUNG X FEM! SULLY! READER ~
Little secret
includes: spicy content, insults, dirty talk, kinks, degradation, physical touch, sexual touch, aged up to 18 for legal reasons
NSFW, MINORS DNI, 18+
1.6k words
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As Tuk had told you that once again, Ao'nung had bullied her, you decided that it was enough. Someone had to teach him a lesson and you didn't want any of your siblings to get into trouble, so you took the matter into your own hands.
You went out to look for him, finding him and his two other friends a bit further away from the village where they could gossip in peace.
"Ao'nung you bitch!" you roared from afar, nostrils flared in anger.
His face switched from a bored look to full amusement as he turned to face you, watching you stomp over to him.
"That would be me" he grinned, as if he was excited to see you.
"You're a fucking pussy! Stop picking on my sister when she's all alone!"
The other two guys only chuckled as they saw how you came dangerously close to the chief's son.
The young man smiled to himself as he fed on your rage.
"Don't you freaks deserve that?" He purred and crossed his arms as if he was only waiting for you to say something back.
"Listen here you disgusting cunt, if I ever catch you doing that to my family again, I'm gonna destroy you. I will make you regret the day you were born. Did I make myself clear?"
At your words, his expression only grew. With one hand, he signalled to his friends to leave you two alone. Only hesitantly did they follow his request, but in the end they turned to leave.
Ao'nung came another step closer, eyeing you carefully.
"A worm like you doesn't even stand a chance against me."
"Watch your tongue, fucker."
Yet the man just grinned and bit his lower lip before he reached out to graze your neck with a few feathery touches.
"You know", he cupped your face with one hand, "you're cute when you get mad. I like that~"
Without any second thoughts you leapt at him, making him stumble backwards. Rage coursed through your veins at his words, causing your impulsive side to take over.
His back crashed into the ground unpleasantly while you yelled, throwing yourself at him angrily. "You're nothing but a coward and a disgusting bitch!"
You knelt over Aonung with narrowed eyes, hitting his face with full force. He tried to block your fists, but the expression on his face didn't change. His amused look didn't cease on bit.
"(Y/N)!" you suddenly heard your brother's, Kiri, Tuk and also Tsireya call out for you, which made you lose you focus for a moment and you looked up to see them all coming closer. His friends also turned back, now that the fight had escalated.
Ao'nung quickly used the opportunity to hold you by your wrists so you couldn't hit him anymore.
You tried to get off of him, as his hands quickly switched to hold you in place. His nails dug into the flesh of your hips causing you to flinch before he gave you a serious look all of a sudden. It almost looked as if he was scared.
"(Y/N), I-I didn't mean it, please-"
"You scared of my brothers, stupid bitch? Your friends won't be able to save your wothless ass this time!"
"Really, that's not helping right now, we should talk this out."
Your siblings stormed over to help you while you still struggled to get off of Ao'nung, yet his grip around your hipbones got even tighter.
"Talk this out? I'm gonna smack your lights out!"
"Seriously, (Y/N)."
He bit his lower lip while you struggled to get off, until he swallowed his pride and pressed you down onto his lap.
Your breath hitched at the feeling, now that you understood why he couldn't let you get up. He was rock hard beneath you.
You looked up into his eyes with a triumphant smile as he got all silent and he tried to look away from you.
He swallowed heavily, still clawing into your skin.
"Not so tough now, are you?" you mumbled, watching his cheeks turn dark.
"You can't let them see, please..."
"You disgust me..."
He sighed softly, his manhood twitched at your words.
"Not helping..."
As your siblings and his friends came closer you thought about what to do. Let everyone see his bulge? Ridicule him? Play along?
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself, getting turned on like that, grinding your needy cock against me like a desperate whore." Your voice was herely a hiss.
"(Y/N), you're only making it worse..."
You could feel his erection press against your core through your loincloth.
"Get your hands off my sister!"
Lo'ak yelled as he and Neteyam got closer to pull you away from him. The fear and shame in Ao'nungs eyes was clearly visible.
You sat up straight, letting go of Ao'nung. His eyes widened as you rolled your hips against his erection, causing him to swallow a moan.
"All good, I don't need your help."
The genuine smile you gave your siblings was pretty suspicious to them. "I got this. He just wants to talk."
"And you have to sit on him for that?"
Neteyam asked, eyeing the situation carefully.
"Sure, to hide his boner~"
Ao'nungs grip got painfully tight as you exposed him. Yet the way you said it got everyone huffing, thinking it was a joke.
"We're good. You can leave."
"Are you sure?" Lo'ak asked, but you just nodded. Slowly but surely your audience withdrew from the scene, leaving the two of you alone again.
He was too proud to thank you verbally, but he did it with his eyes.
"Who could've guessed you're so fucking disgusting?" you asked him, teasingly grinding your hips again.
"The mighty future olo'ekytan, so weak..."
He panted ever so lightly, trying as hard as he could not to buck his hips against you, even if he would've loved to do so. He couldn't show his weakness now, there was no way, and yet his body betrayed him.
"How many times have you touched yourself already after an argument with me, huh?"
His grip around your hips softened a bit at your question. He refused to answer, being way too proud to do so.
"You want me to call my brothers back here? Maybe your friends too? I'm sure they would be amused about seeing you so hard and needy? Answer me, or I'll make everyone see what a disgrace you are."
He visibly panicked at the threat.
"They can't know!"
"Then answer me, bitch."
You watched him swallow hard before he hesitantly spoke again.
"Maybe once or twice..."
You rocked your hips against him, causing him to whimper in shame.
"NETE-"
"Alright, alright! ... A few times..."
It was fun to see him like this. So ashamed and almost obedient all of a sudden.
"If only your friends knew, or your parents... You like being a pain in the ass, huh? Get's you off real good, does it? To get degraded like a little slut..."
Hearing your words almost sent him into a trance of pleasure. Without even intending to, he subconsciously moved his hips against yours.
"Fuck, look at yourself. All hard for a few words, and now this... Are you that needy?"
Ao'nungs eyes fell shut, he hated to admit it but hearing your words while  having you sit on his erection felt like heaven. His whimpers got more frequent with each of your words.
He shivered at the streams of saliva which you spat across his face in disgust, it only worked like oil to his fire. Unable to hold himself back, he pressed your hips down at each desperate thrust.
You watched him lick your saliva of thr corners of his mouth.
"Don't tell me you're into that too, huh?"
Instead of answering, he just continued and his body shivered beneath yours.
Deciding that he had enough fun, you used his trance to get off of him, just as he was about to reach his high. Once he felt the friction being removed, he looked up only to see you slip away quickly.
"(Y/N), you can't just go now! H-hey!"
He got up onto his shaky legs, following you until he had caught up. Ao'nungs hand clenched around your wrist to stop you, and so you did.
"Promise to leave my siblings alone, or I'll spread your little dirty secret all around in the village." you cursed with narrowed eyes, to which he agreed panting.
"I'm not gonna pick on your siblings ever again, I promise, just...please... "
He bit his lower lip and pressed your hand against his crotch. Even if he hated to admit it, he needed you to finish him.
"Swear it, and you'll get your redemption." you mumbled, then grabbed onto his length through his loincloth.
Without hesitation, he answered, wishing for nothing more than you freeing him from his lust.
"I swear it, I'll never insult them again. I'll leave them alone, really!"
You nodded at his words, then rubbed your hand against the precum-stained bulge.
"What an obedient slut you can be..." you mumbled, rewarding his vow with the last few touches that he needed to cum into his loincloth.
Ao'nung panted heavyily, tried to suppress a last loud moan while holding onto you, still shivering from his high.
"You're a disgrace to your own clan."
With a disgusted groan you smeared the semen that had seeped into your hand across his face, to which he sank onto his knees. His legs couldn't carry him any further right now.
"Go wash yourself. Not gonna help with how ugly you are but at least you'll stop looking so damn used."
I NEED MORE FREE USE GHOST .. Like, he could be on the phone by the window, talking business, and you would just come up to him and tug his trackies down, bend over and slip him in. He's praying to every saint he knows he won't be groaning into the call. bye !!!!!!
'Oh fuckâ' was the last singular thing Simon thought before his brain short-circuited on him.
Christ, you're so tight, baby. Why in the fuckâgod, you feel so goodâwhy in the fuck did you do that?
If it wasn't business, he's sure he'd be groaning into the phone by now. He prays to every fuckin' god there is that no one caught wind of the hitch in his breath or the split second in his response time. Prays to every fuckin' god that no one caught the soft grunt he let slip on accident when he dared to slightly thrust against you.
He wants to take you, wants to fuck you right there against the window for everyone's viewing pleasure but duty calls.
But it's the way you deliberately squeeze around Simon, the way you grind on his your cock to make him choke on his words.
Okay imagine this. Neteyam and reader having a moment and get interrupted my tuk. Of course her being little doesn't know what she saw. Until its dinner time and she brings it up . Out loud ....infront of the entire clan.
"Baby, you have to keep it down, people are going to hear you."
"Let them hear, yawne. What's wrong with everyone hearing how good you fuck me every night?"
Famous last words.
Suffice it to say you were mortified. It's not everyday your baby sister... or Neteyam's baby sister, in fact, but at this point, she might as well be yours... walks in on you... doing things... things that no child should ever see, things that no adult should ever have to explain to a child, things that were so beyond what you could reasonably justify. To be fair, though, the flap of the tent was closed, and it was the middle of the night, and you were making noises that pretty much every other human being over the age of like 15 would be able to gauge for what they were and keep a respectable distance. But Tuk... sweet Tuk, innocent Tuk, the-cutest-pie-to-ever-live Tuk, she was attracted by the noises that she thought were indicative of you being in pain. That, in addition to the fact she was rudely awoken by Lo'ak's incessant snores again and felt she would fare better sleeping in your tent, led to this horrifying moment of blind panic and haphazard movements, trying to untangle your limbs and cover your bodies in sheets and blankets.
"Are you alright?"
"Oh, my God, Tuk! What are you doing here, baby?"
"I thought you were hurt, you were screaming!"
Neteyam couldn't help the burst of laughter that escaped him, and neither could you help the scowl that you sent in his direction.
"Oh, baby. I'm alright, I just had a... cramp. Neteyam was on top of me because he was... helping me... massage the spot where it hurt."
The next morning, you forcefully placed a pack of nose strips that you stole from Norm in Lo'ak's hand.
"Here. Use them."
"Why?"
"Because your snoring will bring this family to its knees."
Lo'ak raised an eyebrow at your annoyed disposition.
"You don't even sleep in the same tent as us."
"Yes, but Tuk does. And she can't sleep because of you."
"Yes! I had to sleep in brother and sister's tent last night because of you, Lo'ak!"
You looked at Neteyam from the corner of your eye, praying that the conversation ends there.
"Oh, ma prrnen, did you sleep well at least?" Neytiri came close and knelt by her baby's side, patting her head affectionately.
"Not that well, sa'nok. I was worried for tsmuke since I didn't want another cramp to hurt her, she was in a lot of pain when I came in. But whatever Neteyam was doing on top of her seemed to help, so I thought I could help too if she had another cramp."
You groaned, feeling an actual cramp coming when all the heads in the room snapped in your direction, and as soon as Lo'ak and Jake started cackling and Kiri started making gagging noises, you knew you would never hear the end of this.
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The ceiling over your head is drab grey and water-stained, the old paint peeling away in strips. Itâs an ugly sight, but you barely see it; youâre too busy trying to catch your breath.
The sheets beneath you are uncomfortably damp with your sweat, but you donât have the energy to roll over just yet. You feel hot and itchy with frustration, and you scowl up at the ceiling above you as your fingers curl into fists. But even though you feel like laying in your now grubby-bedding for the rest of the evening, you canât let yourself wallow. Thereâs going to be a knock on your door any minute, and this is not a position you want to be found in.
With an irritable groan, you haul yourself off the bed and to your feet. Your muscles ache and you feel too warm, but you reach for your clothes anyway. The worn cotton of your shirt feels scratchy against your skin, but maybe thatâs just because youâre still over-sensitive and irritable.
You can never quite bear to look at the aftermath of what youâd been doing, so you avert your eyes as you gather up the bright silicone and plastic devices littering your mattress. Itâs embarrassing now that the adrenaline has worn off and disappointment is beginning to set in, so you end up gathering them all up more roughly than necessary.
The term âtoyâ seems incongruous to you. It sounds too childish, too immature. It makes you sound like a stupid kid, as though you arenât a young adult past twenty fumbling your way through sexual self-exploration. Itâs embarrassing, and much more frustrating than you ever would have predicted â despite all of your clumsy, desperate attempts at pleasuring yourself, youâve never quite managed to reach that peak of pleasure youâve heard other people talking about.
You grumble quietly to yourself as you try to wipe away the sticky lube thatâs still coating your thighs. Your muscles are a little achy from all the tensing youâd been doing trying to come with that stupid vibrator, not even accompanied by the satisfaction you had been hoping for.
Itâs not as though youâve never gotten the opportunity to experiment with others; youâre not unforgivably ugly, you donât think you have a bad personality, and for the past few years youâve been surrounded by military men that certainly arenât known for being picky. And it certainly isnât like you havenât received your fair share of offers.Â
It just never seemed right. Youâre not overly concerned about âsavingâ your virginity or anything like that; itâs just that putting yourself into such a vulnerable position is scary. Youâre aware of the irony, of course, that youâd trust many of these people with saving your ass from catching a bullet in the field, but allowing someone to see you so intimately feels like a step too far.
Youâre still sweaty and flustered and naked when a knock sounds from your door, and you freeze. The doorknob turns, but doesnât open; in that moment, youâre deliriously grateful that you had turned the lock â itâs something that youâve forgotten to do on far too many occasions.
âLass, you in there?â Oh god, itâs Soap.Â
Cursing quietly to yourself, you jolt into action. Your pants are crumpled at the bottom of your bed where you had shed them, and you hurriedly gather them up and struggle your way back into them.
âGimme a minute!â You yell, praying he doesnât notice the somewhat frantic edge to your voice.
You stagger slightly as you worm your way into your pants, and then lunge to grab the stupid dildo youâd just been trying to use. You feel your skin prickle with humiliation as you try to force the stupidly large silicone cock into your already full underwear drawer, jamming it shut roughly to hide it from sight. You donât want to even imagine what Soap might have to say if he were to see what you had been doing; you think you might have to go full deserter mode and abscond into the wilderness.
âDid ye forget about drinks?â Soapâs drawl carries through the thickness of the door. He doesnât sound even slightly put out â if anything, he sounds a little amused.
You pause, close your eyes, sigh. Fuck. You had not, in fact, forgotten about drinks, you just thought you had more time.
âNo, Iâ just a minute!â You yell back, shoving your shoes on and trying to fix your hair.
You had completely lost track of time, and now you donât even have time to rinse your sweat-damp skin off â youâre going to have to sit through drinks with the squad all grimy, like a physical reminder of what you had been up to for the last two hours.
When you finally unlock the door and wrench it open, Soap is standing on the other side tapping a staccato rhythm on his thighs with his open palms. Heâs dressed casually in just blue jeans and a black muscle shirt, and he gives you a look of semi-disbelief.
âWhat the hell were youââ
âGym.â You interrupt, landing on the only explanation you can think of for your sweaty skin and messy hair.
Soap blinks, but apparently decides itâs not worth the effort to continue that line of conversation. He just shrugs, then turns and starts making his way down the hall, slowing his pace for you to catch up.
You exhale; Soap can be like a bloodhound when he suspects thereâs gossip to be had, and youâre relieved to have dodged a round of his relentless questioning. You suppose he can be surprisingly tactful sometimes, and he knows you well enough not to press you. Or, perhaps itâs because you come across as such a non-sexual being that it doesnât even occur to him that there may be another explanation.
Thereâs an unofficial tradition that when the squad is on base, everyone gathers in the sparsely decorated recreation room for drinks and card games on Thursday evenings. It usually makes for an enjoyable night; Gaz and Soap can always be trusted to supply whatever bottles of alcohol theyâve managed to get their grubby little hands on, and itâs always amusing to watch Captain Price get increasingly more irate as Soap pretends not to understand the rules of whatever card game theyâre playing. The whole illicitness of having contraband on base only makes the whole thing more exciting; the COâs on base often turn a blind eye to the activity, so long as itâs kept under control.
But tonight, youâre distracted.
The others had offered a bit of good-natured ribbing when you and Soap had turned up late, but before long youâre all settled in a loose circle on the poorly-stuffed couches in the corner of the room. Gaz has already unstoppered a bottle of bourbon, and is attempting to convince a visibly unimpressed Price to play a game of Kings with them. You curl up on one of the worn-out couches opposite them, watching with a small if slightly stiff smile.
The atmosphere is relaxed and pleasant, almost enough to make you forget about the irritating buzz of unfulfilled arousal under your skin. You shift, trying to keep your movements small, subtle, to avoid the notice of your team. Your denim jeans are nowhere near as comfortable as usual, and you wonder briefly if you should have simply worn your cargo pants just to avoid the harsh friction of the denim.
You sit there feeling⊠unmoored. You fidget, drink your smooth bourbon in sips in an attempt to avoid wincing, and try not to look as obviously out of place as you feel. Itâs been like this, recently. Joining the task force has been an accomplishment for you, a source of immense pride â youâre the youngest member (just narrowly beating Gaz for the title) and a woman to boot, and though the squad has never treated you any differently itâs hard to kick the belief that you have something to prove.Â
You engage in conversations the best you can, but youâre distracted and you know it must be obvious. Your preoccupation gets you a couple of furrowed brows and glances, but there seems to be an unspoken agreement to give you some space.
You donât even realise the extent of your distraction until a big body settles down on the loveseat next to you, and you jolt. True to his name, Ghost had appeared near silently, escaping your notice until he lowers himself down to sit next to you.
And damn, you forget how big he is sometimes. Itâs an average sized loveseat, but the lieutenant takes up over half of it. Heâs obviously being mindful not to consciously crush you, but heâs not being overly cautious when it comes to avoiding touching you. Heâs dressed unusually casually, and his thick, muscled thigh is wrapped in blue denim as it presses carelessly against yours.Â
âYou alright?â He asks, his voice low and smooth as he nudges your knee with one of his big knuckles.
You havenât been a member of the task force for long, but you would know Simon Riley by his hands alone, by the earthy salt-spice in your nose as he leans a little closer to peer at your face. You tilt your head up, unable to stop the small reflexive smile that breaks over your face at the sight of him.
âYeah.â You breathe, hurriedly straightening up where youâre sitting. âYeah, sorry. Just thinking.â
His sudden proximity isnât doing your current state any favours, and you take a quick sip of your drink in an effort to collect yourself. Itâs taking a herculean effort not to stare at the way his biceps are bulging against the straining material of his black cotton t-shirt.
âWhatâre you thinking about?â Ghost asks as he stretches out his legs with a tired groan. The sound is gruff and gravelly, and you feel blood rush uncomfortably to your cheeks.Â
âNothing.â You say quickly.
He doesnât believe you, that much is obvious, but Ghost never pushes and he rarely speaks more than he has to. He just gives you a glance, brief and knowing and far more penetrating than it should be, before turning his head back so he can watch the boys playing their card game. Heâs holding a crystal tumbler filled with dark amber liquid, but he hasnât yet pulled his mask up to drink from it.
Your eyes drop to the thick, pale scars that mar the backs of his hands. You trace the path of the scar tissue, eyes lingering around the thick knuckles and broad palms, the way that he holds the glass so casually confidently. Heâs got nice hands, probably made all the more attractive by the fact that you hardly ever get to see them. Seeing Ghost without his usual long sleeves and gloves makes you feel like a Victorian pervert snatching stolen glances at a passing ladyâs ankles.
A quiet snicker causes your eyes to dart back to his face, and youâre mortified to find that heâs caught you staring.
âWhatâs got you in such a mood?â He asks. Even through the mask you can tell that heâs smirking, though it doesnât feel as though heâs making fun of you.
âJust one of those days, I guess.â You say without meeting his eyes.
Itâs an evasion at best, but Ghost nods ponderously as though heâs giving this great thought. His stare is penetrating, those big brown eyes watching you as though he can see right through you. Maybe he can. You try not to get too caught up staring at his pale eyelashes, darkened by smears of eyeblack.
âDid something happen?â He asks. The question is casual enough, asked as he lazily swirls his whiskey around in his glass, but his gaze is sharp and assessing.
âNo.â You sigh, finally looking properly at him.
Itâs a little frustrating, but the squad has been like this with you from the start â protective. Your whole military career has consisted of you veritably clawing your way up through the ranks, and youâve been surrounded by coarse, gruff men that have underestimated you all your life. 141 is different â they donât baby you, but the way they treat you is unmistakably softer than how they typically treat each other. The concern can be touching, if a little tiring sometimes.
And maybe itâs because heâs your lieutenant, but Ghostâs attention has always been just this side of overwhelming. It feels like youâre pinned beneath his dark eyes, his gaze somehow sharpened as he watches you from beneath his more casual balaclava, the skull pattern printed on his jaw adding another layer of intimidation. But his shoulders are relaxed as he sits next to you on the small couch, settling the weight of his attention over you like a blanket.
Youâve always respected him, admired him. How could you not? Heâs practically a living legend, his reputation larger than life, and heâs scary as fuck. But heâs also softer than you had expected, gentle when he needs to be. He still rides you hard in training, pushing you to your limits and taking no quarter, but you canât begrudge that. Not when you know heâs working to keep you alive. Perhaps thatâs how the attraction had first bloomed; once it started, it was hard to stifle.
Ghost hooks one finger into his balaclava and pulls it up just high enough to expose his mouth, and he presses his glass to his lips to take a sip of his drink. You struggle not to stare like a moron, but he makes it so difficult. His lips are full and pink, and thereâs a rugged scar bisecting his top lip. His stubble is dark blond and short, and it doesnât hide the various scars and marks that decorate his strong jawline.Â
You almost jolt when he pulls the mask back down, hurriedly averting your eyes and forcing yourself to look out across the room. Itâs not just the 141 thatâs decided to take up in the rec room this evening; there are soldiers from other units littered all around the room, laughing and joking, playing lazy games of pool on the table in the corner and smoking. The smoke alarm has been jimmied off the ceiling and the window is open, and even Price is turning a temporary blind eye to the blatant disregard for regulations in favour of puffing on one of his cigars.Â
Ghost shifts on the worn-out fabric of the couch, and lays an arm over the back of the headrest behind you. Itâs a casual, thoughtless movement, but it ends up pushing his body slightly closer to you in a way that makes you feel as though youâre about to catch fire.
You cross your legs, but the seam of your jeans presses into your pussy in a way that sends a frisson of heat up your spine. You hurriedly uncross your legs, and attempt to school your expression into casual neutrality as you force yourself to tune back into the conversation.
ââach, câmon, Captain,â Soap is saying in a wheedling tone that he probably thinks is endearing. âOne round of strip poker wonât kill yaââ
âNo.â Price says in a voice like thunder, brooking no argument as thick cigar smoke pours from his nose. It gives the impression of an enraged bull.
Soap either is ignorant to the warning, or is choosing to wilfully ignore it. Judging by the sly gleam in his eyes, you can guess which. He turns to you then, and waggles his eyebrows.
âCâmon, lassie, youâll play, wonât ya?â He asks with a grin that promises trouble. âI guarantee youâll be a sight better than any oâ these louts.â
âSpeak for yourself,â Gaz pipes up, already grinning. âI was looking forward to seeing the Captain in his jocksââ
Price promptly knocks his drink back, before pushing himself up to his feet with a grim groan. âRight. Thatâs enough of you lot for one night.â
Gaz and Soap break into peals of laughter, settling back into their seats as they watch their captain march away.
âOfferâs still open, love,â Soap says, still snickering when he looks over to you. âWanna play?â
Ghost shifts, his wide thigh knocking into yours as his arm stretches behind your shoulders. He lets out a short exhale through his nose, but when you glance up at him you find him as stoic and hard to read as always.
You just roll your eyes. Itâs not the first time that theyâve tried to rope you into strip poker, and youâre sure it wonât be the last. You can always trust Soap to start stripping his clothes off when heâs three drinks in, whether heâs playing a game or not, so itâs not surprising that he tries to involve other people in his bad decision making.
And itâs not a big deal, really. Thereâs been countless missions and operations that have ended up with all of you staying in uncomfortably close quarters with each other. Youâve seen them naked countless times, and the same with them for you. Itâs never meant anything, and you know that Soapâs teasing is exactly that â you donât think theyâve ever once looked at you through any sexual lens at all.
But even still, the joke flusters you more than it should.
âThink Iâll be joining Cap in going to bed, actually.â You say, clearing your throat and setting your glass down on the low table in front of the couch.
The playful booing from Soap doesnât do much to change your mind, and you stick out your tongue at him and Gaz as you push yourself up from the couch. You try to ignore the loss of heat at your side when you move away from Ghost, though you canât help but glance back at the lieutenant. Heâs not looking at you, his gaze directed into his glass. You try not to feel disappointed about that.
You say your goodnights, and retreat from the rec room.
By the time you make it back to your dorm however, youâre already playing the conversation back over in your head and wondering if you had made the wrong decision.
Perhaps you should have just played the damn game. Despite your inexperience with all things sexual, youâre not actually all that shy about your body. On missions, you and the squad are often forced into tight quarters, and they've all seen you in various stages of undress before. It's hard to be self-conscious around a group of people that have seen you at your worst, whether thatâs soaked in blood, unshowered, sleep-deprived, or injured.
But you were so keyed up from your earlier failed attempts at masturbation that the thought of being so physically exposed in front of your squad is mortifying. It feels as though your unresolved arousal is still simmering through your veins, turning your thoughts slow and soupy and stupid.Â
Itâs not so surprising. Your preferred method of dealing with stress is coming back to your private bunk and messing around with your vibrator until youâve forgotten all of your problems. The problem is, youâve never quite been able to reach that climax youâve heard so many talk about.
Itâs not for lack of trying, and itâs not as though you havenât come close to that toe-curling finish you crave so much. But itâs like thereâs some sort of block, something that always holds you back before you can go plummeting over that edge. Something that makes the buzzing pleasure dissipate before your eyes like smoke, leaving you worked up and so frustrated. Itâs probably inevitable that all those ruined finishes have built up like sludge in your veins, leaving you slow and distracted and irritable.
You eye your underwear drawer thoughtfully as you perch on your bed, before reaching inside and drawing out the same dildo you had been using earlier. You wonder if it would be too much to try again tonight â the muscles in your calves still feel a little bit over-worked from training all day, and you have a feeling that straining in an attempt to reach an orgasm youâll likely never attain will only make it worse.
But the thought of Ghost in that stupid tight cotton shirt stays firmly stuck in your mind, and that really makes the decision for you. Before you can think too much about it, youâre sliding your jeans off and climbing atop your mattress. The sheets are dirty anyway, after all. May as well have some fun before you change them.
You slide your panties off next, then kick them to the side. Itâs difficult not to feel a little pathetic, but you push those feelings aside. So what if you have an embarrassing little crush on a superior officer? Itâs not like thatâs unusual within the military, and youâre quite certain that dealing with all that unresolved attraction like this is the most sensible thing you can do.
You fish out the bottle of lube you had been using earlier, and drizzle it liberally along the dildoâs length before setting it aside on the blanket. While youâve used your dildo plenty of times, you still struggle to grow accustomed to the stretch of it. Itâs a good dildo â a vibrating one in the rabbit style, designed to stimulate your g-spot and clit at the same time. It was damn expensive too, but itâs one luxury youâre willing to indulge in.
You close your eyes, slide it between your legs, and hit the power button. A low bzzz emanates from between your thighs; you jerk at the immediate barrage of pleasure, your abs tightening and your legs twitching apart, creating more room between them.
Your body is quick to react, sweat prickling under your armpits and your heart thudding quickly in your chest. You can feel electric pleasure coursing through you as you press it against your clit, your toes curling into your sheets.
You bring the vibrator lower, your clit throbbing a little at its sudden absence before you press it inside, sighing. It slips inside much too easily â youâre almost embarrassed by the easy slide. Youâre so wet, both from your failed attempt at masturbation earlier and from sitting beside Simon fucking Riley all evening. Itâs a deeper, subtler pleasure now, and you clench around it with a quiet moan.Â
You cycle through the vibratorâs different settings, making it buzz at odd intervals or lower intensities in your usual attempt to build up an orgasm. You wish, with sudden and mortifying clarity, that it could be replaced with a person. More specifically, a person with big hands and firm muscles that still have some soft give to them, and a toe-curlingly gravelly voice.
You squirm, shifting your hips to change the angle of the vibrator inside you. Without meaning to, you imagine Ghost. Itâs hard not to, considering your close proximity to him all evening. Your cheeks heat as you imagine Ghost actually being here, watching you all still and silent with that penetrating dark-eyed stare of his.Â
You huff out a breath, arching off your bed. This is always the best part. You have to ensure that you relish the build up, before it all fizzles out from between your fingers. You whimper, soft and quiet, clenching around the stiff silicone as it buzzes away inside of you.
Right as you press the soft little vibrating bunny ears to your clit, thereâs a knock on the door. Then, horrifically, like a scene from your fucking nightmares, your door opens.
âKid, youââ
Ghost is already half-way through the door when he lays eyes on you, and then he goes completely still in your doorway.
âFuck.â You hiss, scrambling to knock the stupid thing off.Â
You fumble for it, panicking. The end is slippery and you can barely manage to grip it. When you finally do, itâs difficult to pull out, your body still attempting to hold it inside. Itâs another agonising few seconds to turn it off, the vibrator unfortunately featuring one of those awfully thought-out designs that makes you have to cycle through every single one of the settings rather than hit an off-switch.
And then, finally, silence.
Ghost is living up to his name right now; heâs as stock still and silent as a dead man, stiff as a board as he stares unblinkingly at you. Youâre not even sure that heâs breathing, but you can see the whites of his eyes as he gapes at you, frozen.
You stare back at him blankly, hoping that your bed comes to life and swallows you whole just to put an end to your mortification.
At last, Ghost blinks, then finishes his sentence. âYou left your phone.â
He lifts his arm. In his large, thick fist, is your stupid goddamn phone. You must have left it on the couch when you had gotten up to leave. You might have wondered at the lieutenant voluntarily bringing it to your dorm for you, but youâre hit with a wave of humiliation so strong that it wipes your brain completely blank.
âAh.â You say, and your voice cracks. âThanks.â
Thereâs a moment of mortifying silence, and then Ghost steps into your room. Your heart jolts right up into the base of your throat as he closes your door behind him. The click of the door is as loud as a gunshot in the silence thatâs settled over the room.
Ghost still hasnât blinked. Heâs watching you with eyes that look almost black in the dim light of your room, intense as a predator.Â
âIââ You attempt to speak, and your throat clicks dryly. âI didnâtââ
Far too late, you realise that your legs are still splayed open. You snap them shut, inhaling a choked breath through your nose.
âI thought I locked the door.â You finish lamely.Â
Ghost apparently decides to simply disregard that, which youâre honestly a little grateful for. Instead he steps towards you â the enormous bulk of him feels as though heâs completely filling every bit of space in the room, sucking out all the damn oxygen.
â...âS this why you were so distracted this evening, hm?â He says as he approaches the bed. âYou were in a mood âcause you wanted to get back to playing with yourself?â
Itâs not a question, exactly. At least, itâs not phrased like one. Ghostâs tone is knowing, with an undertone of gruff amusement. Youâre certain that youâre not imagining the rough, breathless quality to his voice either, though the thought sends nerves fizzing through your bloodstream.
âNo.â You deny uselessy; itâs plainly obvious what you were doing, after all. âNo, I justââ
He doesnât wait for you to finish. His eyes are still glued to you, even though your thighs are now pressed together. Before you can stop him, he reaches down and takes a hold of your hot pink vibrator where you had been trying to hide it beneath your thigh.
âCute little thing.â He comments, tilting his head to look at the dildo hanging between his thick fingers.
Mortification burns through you. A panicked sort of screech escapes you and you yank it back out of Ghostâs stupid big hand, shoving it under the blankets.Â
Perhaps if it had been anyone else, your humiliation wouldnât be burning quite so intensely. But this is Ghost â your lieutenant, the gruff man that youâve looked up to ever since you joined the task force. Heâs not a man famed for his patience, nor for his eloquence, which is making this situation all the more unbearable.
âLt,â You wheeze, scrambling to sit up and cover your pussy with your hands as you squeeze your legs closed. âI swear I didnâtâ Iâm sorryââ
But Ghost doesnât seem interested in your apologies. Heâs still watching you as though he can see right through the damn blanket, as though heâs measuring you up and trying to come to a decision about something. In that moment, you hate your reaction to him â no matter how humiliating this situation is, you want him to approve of you, even now.
âDidnât mean to interrupt.â He grunts, and then he sits down on your bed.
You gape at him. It feels as though your brain has stalled; youâre pretty sure youâre not reacting correctly right now. You probably should have screamed when the lieutenant walked right into your room without knocking. That surely would have sent him straight back out again. And even now, you should probably be ordering him out, telling him to leave.Â
But you donât.
âI was.. um.. finished anyway.â You manage to croak out. You sound so pathetic that you nearly make yourself cringe.
Ghost doesnât answer immediately. He just watches you, his eyes as dark as ever beneath the mask. For a moment, you think heâs not going to answer at all.
But then he says, âDidnât look like you finished to me.â
Blood rushes to your face so quickly that it makes you light-headed as you catch his meaning. Oh, what the fuck. This is just adding salt to the wound now.
âI wasnât trying toââ You start, then cut yourself off. âThatâs not why I wasâ I was just trying to relax.â
In the ensuing silence, you realise how silly you sound. At the very least, Ghost doesnât laugh; he just tilts his head to the side, consideringly.
âLet me see.â
You gape at him. âIâ sirââ
âLet me see, sergeant.â
Itâs not an order. Not quite. Ghostâs voice is effortlessly assertive, but it falls just short of being a command. You have room to refuse. You could tell him to get out of your dorm right now, and heâd do it. Knowing the lieutenant, heâd never bring it up again, either.
You drop your knees apart, spreading your thighs in an unpracticed, self-conscious sort of motion.Â
Under the lieutenantâs sharp gaze, your skin prickles and your nerves strain. Even sitting down on your bed, heâs a veritable behemoth of broad shoulders and thick corded muscle. His hulking form towers over you even now, and you feel so damn small as you lay there propped up against your pillows in nothing but a t-shirt.
Ghost has seen you naked before, obviously. You canât afford to be prudish in the military, where you never know when youâll next have true privacy, and youâve changed out and showered with the squad countless times. Itâs never meant anything, and the men in 141 have never made you feel anything less than comfortable with them.
This, however, is different. This isnât just a case of catching a quick glimpse of your nude form as you shower in the group shower rooms when youâre out on missions â your whole damn pussy is out on display for him, still glistening wet and sticky from your ministrations and the lube youâd used.
Ghostâs inhale is as loud as a thunderclap. Youâve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable in another personâs presence. You feel a little ridiculous laying like this as he watches you, but another part of you feels so humiliatingly desperate for some kind of approval from your lieutenant.Â
At first, that approval is nowhere to be found. Ghost is notoriously difficult to read, and youâre beginning to sweat as you lay there waiting for a response â any response.
At last, he makes a noise. Itâs part grunt, part hum, and part groan.
âYouâre still wet, sergeant.â
Are you imagining it, or is his voice an octave deeper than usual?Â
Your eyes trace his face, trying to imagine what he looks like beneath the mask. You can see the suggestion of his nose, the square curve of his jaw. His darkened eyes are watching you so carefully that you feel as though youâre physically being pinned in place.
You swallow. âItâs justâ Iââ
âYou didnât get to finish.â Ghost interrupts, with the air of completing your sentence for you.Â
You try to speak, but nothing more than a strangled sort of murmur escapes. You swallow hastily, then try again.
âI wasnât going to. Sir.â You tack on the title at the end as an afterthought, but this whole situation is so far beyond professional that you probably neednât have bothered. âFinish, I mean. I⊠I never do.â
Youâve admitted it before you can really think about it, and then you regret it wildly. You canât help but wonder if youâve overstepped a boundary, but then again the boundaries are currently so blurred that theyâre virtually impossible to discern.
âYou never finish.â Ghost repeats it. Slowly, staring right at your face, as though heâs confirming what youâve just said.Â
It sounds so much worse in his deep, gravelly voice.
Embarrassment blooms, thick and sickly in your stomach. Your legs start to twitch closed, too embarrassed to be having this conversation with your cunt bared like this, but then Ghostâs big paw of a hand reaches out to settle over your knee, keeping you open and exposed. Itâs so rare to see his hands ungloved, and the bare skin of his callous-roughened hand feels almost scorching hot against your inner knee.
âI donâtâ Iâve tried,â You say, and you canât help but feel as though youâre just digging yourself further into a hole, here. âBut I donâtâ Iâm not able to. I mean, Iâve come close, Iâm just not able to⊠you know.â
You trail off lamely, feeling like the biggest fucking loser ever. Why are you telling him this? Why the fuck havenât you reacted properly, and kicked him the hell out of your room?
Deep down, a shameful little part of you already knows the answer to that. Youâre feeling awfully, sickeningly hopeful. Having Lieutenant Riley in your dorm, sitting on your bed and staring so hungrily at the wet, swollen parts between your legs feels like something out of your wildest wet dreams.
His eyes flick towards your pink silicone rabbit dildo, half-hidden under your blanket, and he grunts consideringly before reaching out and taking it into his hands again. Itâs standard-size, but it looks small in his big hands.
âYou ainât doinâ it right, then.â He says, so bluntly that you just blink at him. âShow me how you use it.â
For a brief, wild moment, you wonder if youâre experiencing visual and auditory hallucinations right now. Surely you canât really be experiencing this right now â and yet the lieutenant is still watching you, and youâve never disobeyed a direct order before.Â
He hands you the vibrator, then waits expectantly.
And⊠well. All you ever try to do is impress him.Â
You shuffle your legs open a little wider, ignoring the flustered heat that scalds your cheeks. Youâve never been all exposed like this in front of another person, and the weight of Ghostâs eyes on you is reminiscent of being under a spotlight.
You swear his eyes darken even further when you press the stiff silicone rabbit dildo to your cunt, if itâs even possible for that gaze to get darker beneath the thick balaclava and eyeblack smeared over the narrow strip of skin thatâs visible.
The dildo sinks in so easily that itâs almost embarrassing, and your breath catches both from the stretch and the way Ghost leans in a little closer to see. Far from turning you off, you feel your body throb in response to his proximity, and your cunt flutters pathetically around the plastic toy. You shift, attempting to get a little more comfortable, but you canât dispel the nerves fizzing in your blood as you attempt to push the dildo a little deeper under Ghostâs sharp gaze.
His big, hulking body is so perfectly still as he watches you that itâs making you a little nervous. The only reaction that you get from him is a small, considering hum, but even then you canât figure out what it means. Your movements are a little clumsy, so hyper-conscious that heâs watching every single thing you do that you end up fumbling a little. Heâs looking at you in the same way he assesses threats, his intense dark eyes examining every movement and reaction you make. It makes you feel small and jittery, especially when you realise that heâs judging you by what youâre doing.
âYou gonna turn it on?â He asks, and oh god his voice has definitely dropped lower and huskier. You know youâre not imagining it.Â
You canât even bring yourself to respond with words. You just make a strangled sort of sound of agreement, then clumsily hit the on button. The toy buzzes to life once more, and your toes curl absent-mindedly into the sheets as the soft silicone bunny ears pulse against your clit.
It feels nice, but you canât manage to concentrate on the feeling. Hyper-aware of Ghostâs attention, you let out a quiet moan as you shift the vibrator inside you. Itâs a little exaggerated, but you canât help it â you feel like you should be putting on some kind of a show.Â
You glance back at Ghostâs face, trying to guess what heâs thinking; even through the mask, you can tell that heâs frowning. You feel your stomach clench anxiously. Have you done something wrong?
âThis how you usually do it?â He asks.
You swallow thickly, feeling a bit stupid. âUm.. yeah.â
Ghost grunts. He doesnât sound impressed.
âNo wonder you canât come.â He says wryly.
You go still, eyes widening. In the silence, the bzzzzt! of your stupid vibrator is louder than ever. A sudden wave of shame washes over you, and you start to close your legs again in an effort to block the sight of the toy stuffed into your pussy.
âOh,â You snap sourly, your embarrassment making you irritable. âSo youâre the pussy expert now?â
That startles a loud bark of a laugh out of the lieutenant, a sound so rare that you find yourself desperately trying to commit it to memory.
âThink I might know a bit more than you, sweetheart.â He says. Heâs relaxed now, his wide shoulders rolling back. Heâs always so effortlessly confident, always so assured in himself and his abilities in a way that makes you feel like a silly little girl.Â
Judging by the way the corners of his eyes are just slightly wrinkled beneath the mask, Ghost is smirking at you. He finds this funny.
âWhat about when youâre with other people, hm?â He asks, and his eyes drop back down to try and get a look at you again. When he realises that your legs are clamped tight together, he reaches out to guide your thighs apart again. âNo oneâs ever impressed you?â
His hands are big and rough and hot, and your willpower crumbles like wet paper as you allow him to open your legs all over again. The vibrator is still buzzing sadly inside you, mostly forgotten about; the stimulation is nice, but itâs never been enough for you.
You huff a weak laugh. You should have known that this would come up, and now you find yourself floundering a little.
âNo oneâs ever tried.â The confession comes out like a whisper, like a secret.
You can see the moment Ghost understands; realisation settles heavy over him like a physical weight, and the whites of his eyes flash as they widen just slightly. For a moment, he says nothing at all. He doesnât move â it doesnât even look like he breathes.Â
âNo?â He says, except it doesnât really sound like a question. It sounds rough, and you can feel the almost convulsive motion of his fingers tightening around your knee.Â
You shake your head wordlessly, beyond embarrassed now.
Ghostâs wispy blond eyelashes flutter softly as his eyes dart down to your pussy, still humiliatingly stuffed with your stupid little vibrator. He takes a moment to stare, then looks back up to your face. Heâs so frustratingly confident about everything he does, not an ounce of shame in his posture even as you wilt beneath him.
âNever messed around with anybody?â
âNo.â You say, and it comes out on a wheeze. He holds your gaze without faltering, and you realise that heâs expecting you to elaborate. âNo, Iâ it just never happened. I was never⊠um, I was just always too busy, I guess.â
âToo fussy, more like.â He mutters, quiet enough that it seems like itâs a comment meant just for himself. You donât know how to take that, so you chew your lip and stay quiet.
His eyes drop down to the vibrating dildo again, and you recognise something that looks like a flash of hunger. It feels like thereâs pressure building up beneath your skin, tight and hot, and your thighs fall open a little further. You feel raw and so, so exposed, but you donât even care when Ghost is looking at you like that.
âLet me try.â He says, the words falling out sharp and harsh as though he theyâve burst out of his mouth before he can stop them. Itâs not like Ghost to speak without thinking it through, perfectly calculated, and your breath catches a little at the offer.
How could you ever say no to that? You donât really think that heâs going to succeed in making you come â at this point youâre pretty sure your body is a little bit broken and youâre just not capable of orgasming at all, and thatâs whatever â but the chance to get fucked by Ghost? To lose the lingering vestiges of your viriginity to your ridiculously hot, mysterious, massive lieutenant? Itâs like something out of a dream.
âOkay.â You choke out, nodding stupidly. âYeah.â
You want to be touched. You donât think youâve ever actually felt the yearning for physical contact this strongly in your life; youâre practically holding your breath as you wait for Ghost to make a move.
Finally, he reaches out. His first move is to pull the stupid little dildo out of you, still vibrating, and you feel yourself clench convulsively around nothing as he leaves you empty and wanting. He spares it a brief, evaluating glance, and you feel yourself burn as you realise heâs examining how youâve soaked the toy.
He tosses it to the side, barely even taking the time to switch it off first, then turns his attention back to you. Heâs got that same kind of laser-focus he usually only gets out on the field, and you take a moment to feel incredibly grateful that youâre never going to be on the receiving end of that terrifying scrutiny on the battlefield.
It feels like your skin is too tight for your body, every nerve and synapse strained and primed as you wait for him to touch you. But heâs slow about it, as though he just wants to torture you a little bit.Â
When he finally reaches out to lay his hands on you, he doesnât touch where you want him to.
His callous-roughened hands land on your hips, and pull you down the bed towards him. In the same move, he half-climbs up on the mattress, his huge form practically dwarfing you. Your head and shoulders are still cushioned by your pillows, but your legs are splayed open around Ghost where he kneels on your bed.
You glance down, unable to help yourself, unable to resist trying to catch a look at the outline of his erection pressing against his trousers, and oh. Fuck. Heâs big. You knew heâd be big, of course, heâs big all over, but Jesus Christ, maybe youâre a little out of your own depth hereâ
His thick fingers tangle in the hem of your t-shirt, stretching the fabric out. âTake this off.â
You scramble to do as he says, grabbing at your top and pulling it up clumsily. You realise a moment too late that youâre not wearing a bra, but you suppose at this point it hardly matters. You drop your shirt to the side, and try not to feel too horrifically self-conscious beneath the burning hot gaze of the lieutenant.
Though you canât see Ghostâs face, you can hear the soft exhale he blows out through his nose, just faintly muffled by the fabric of his mask. His eyes are trained on your chest, darting between each of your tits as though he canât decide which one to settle on. After a long moment, he reaches forward and cups your left tit with one of his enormous hands, thumbing absently at one of your nipples.
Itâs silly; Ghost has touched you before. Lots of times. A nudge of the elbow accompanied by a conspiratorial eye roll, a clap to the shoulder, rough hands pulling you to your feet after training or applying white-hot painful pressure to injuries. But this â youâve never been touched like this before, not by Ghost, not by anyone.
The shaky breath you let out as his big, rough thumb rolls over your firm nipple comes out as a strangled sort of moan that honestly startles you a little. The noise catches his attention, and he snorts.
âCanât be that sensitive.â He mutters, but then he reaches to thumb at your other nipple as though trying to be sure.
Itâs because youâve never been touched like this by another person before, you tell yourself. Truthfully, youâve never even touched yourself like this before. Youâve never bothered to play with your own tits; youâve always just gone straight to breaking out your vibrators. Now, with every brush of Ghostâs scarred fingers over the tight bud of your nipples, you think you must have been crazy to skip over this part of yourself. But then again, thereâs no way that your own hands on yourself would elicit the same sharp jolt that shoots from your breasts down your spine.
âSirââ You breathe, struggling not to squirm where youâre laying. You wonder, somewhat deliriously, if it might be rude to demand your lieutenant stuff his thick fingers into your pussy. You can already tell that theyâre going to feel so much better than your own.
Ghost glances up at you, his eyes unreadable as he watches you bite at your lip. God, his little wispy eyelashes are so blondâ
âWhat?â He says, his voice deep enough that you swear you can feel it rumbling through your bones. âSay it.â
âWant to try your fingers.â You breathe before you can second-guess yourself.Â
The laugh that rumbles out of Ghostâs chest is low and smoky. Itâs probably impossible to miss the way your eyes have been drawn to his hands all evening, so big and corded with veins and muscle and scar tissue. Youâve witnessed those hands crack bones and snap necks and break down doors, and yet you canât help but wonder desperately what theyâre going to feel like when he starts touching you properly.
He adjusts himself on the bed; heâs a big man, hulking and huge as he kneels on your mattress, his weight causing it to dip. His palms wrap around your ankles with ease, and he hauls you into place with a grim efficiency that goes straight to your pussy.
âBig brute.â You say, a little breathlessly.
He ignores you, using his arms to hold your legs open and wide for him. And all you can do is just lie there as he stares, because goddamn itâs like heâs been carved from steel and you canât break out of his grip. Not that you want to break out of his grip anyway, but youâd really appreciate it if he actually got moving instead of just staring.
âFuck,â He grunts after a moment, with the air of talking to himself. âBeen hiding this all this time, huh?â
âJesus.â You breathe in response, subconsciously letting your legs drop open even more.
He makes a low noise of appreciation, and finally reaches out to touch you properly. One thick thumb swipes through the seam of your cunt, and you feel the way heâs smearing the clear sticky wetness thatâs been leaking steadily out of you. With his now slick thumb, he drags up towards your clit and circles it with agonisingly light pressure.
You let out an embarrassing choked whine, your toes curling at the sensation. Somewhat ironically, Ghost is handling you far more gently than you usually touch yourself, and you find yourself flexing your hips in an attempt to get him to touch you with more pressure. He ignores your attempts, keeping his pace implacably steady and slow.
âDâyou always get this wet?â
You canât even tell if heâs asking you mockingly or if heâs being genuinely curious; it feels like every inch of your focus has narrowed down to the feel of his big thumb rolling those tight little circles around your clit, his touch scorching against you.
Itâs not exactly surprising that Ghost is good with his hands. Youâve seen the way he handles weaponry, locking and loading and aiming to fire with the kind of swiftness that comes from muscle memory, working with unwavering speed and precision. Heâs the same in hand-to-hand combat, moving with aggressive fluidity that overwhelms his opponents. Youâve caught hits from him before in training, and you know from experience that a punch from those big hands feels like getting hit by a cinder block.
But even knowing how deft and skilled his hands are, it knocks the breath out of you when he slides his middle and ring fingers inside of you, still rubbing steadily at the swollen bump of your clit.Â
When you exhale, it accidentally comes out as a moan. Your cheeks burn, but thereâs really no space in your brain right now for embarrassment to sink in. Two of Ghostâs fingers are the equivalent of at least three and a half of yours, and you feel yourself break out into an overwhelmed sweat when they twist and rub against the sensitive squishy spot in the front wall of your cunt.
Youâre so damn worked up, your arousal coiled like a knot in your lower belly from your failed attempts to get yourself off all day. Your back curves, humping yourself near mindlessly back up into his hand as he plays you like a goddamn instrument.
You barely even have time to consider how unfair it is that Ghost is so good at playing with you like this when he doesnât even have a pussy himself, because then he pulls his fingers out of you.
âOh, no, donât stopââ You start to protest breathlessly, your chest still heaving, but the quick glance the lieutenant sends you has you falling silent.
Ghost glances down at his fingers. Theyâre all glossy from fingering you, and he takes a moment to eye up the way they glisten in the dim light of your bunk. You might have felt self-conscious about it, if you couldnât see the unmistakable gleam of hungry interest in Ghostâs dark brown eyes.
He wipes his hand on the crease of your hip, but you donât even get the chance to protest before he reaches up to hook his fingers into his mask. You go still, holding your breath in surprise as he pulls the material up until it bunches up around the bridge of his nose.
And thatâsâ well. Youâve seen his jaw before, and his mouth (Jesus, you had seen it earlier that evening, when he had been sipping on his smooth whiskey of choice), but the sight of his strong jawline and blond stubble and corded scars on his pale skin always manages to knock the breath out of you. And this time, heâs rolled his mask up even further than before, revealing a nose thatâs clearly been broken at least once before.
You probably shouldnât stare so blatantly, especially knowing that Ghost always takes such pains to keep his face covered. Youâre not even sure if the other guys on the team have seen his uncovered face, except for Price, and you know that theyâve developed a habit of averting their eyes when he pulls his mask up for whatever reason. Itâs a habit that you never quite managed to develop yourself; youâre never able to stop yourself from gaping at him like a moron, drinking in all of the minutest details. Heâs never said a thing about your penchant for staring, so you can only hope that heâs chosen to ignore it.
Youâre so busy staring that it takes you by surprise when he grips your jaw with one massive hand and pulls you into a rough kiss.
The sound you make is small and startled, but itâs swallowed by Ghostâs demanding mouth. His lips are dry and a little chapped, but they feel scorching hot against yours. You reach up to grab at his arms â mostly just to ground yourself â but you find yourself almost immediately distracted by the firm bulge of his biceps beneath your hands.
Listen, youâve kissed people before, plenty times. Youâre in your early twenties, and just because youâre inexperienced sexually it doesnât mean that youâre inexperienced full stop. But this, right now, kissing with Ghost, makes you feel as though youâve been doing nothing but fumbling your way through all of those encounters, like youâve been kissing wrong all this time.
Itâs slow and deep, at first. All-consuming. It lights a fire in your gut, which expands and spreads throughout your body until you find your fingers grasping desperately at the short cotton sleeves of Ghostâs t-shirt where itâs stretched over his thickly muscled arm.
Ghost doesnât just kiss with his mouth, either. Itâs like a full-body experience with him; he puts his hands, his whole damn body into the kiss. He clutches you to him, holding you close even as the force of his kiss bends you backwards into the pillows beneath you. At the same time, itâs all you can do to concentrate and respond to the kiss itself, your attention stretched and strained by the feeling of Ghostâs hands running over you, stroking you sides and squeezing at your breasts and groping at the soft flesh of your hips and ass.Â
 âHah,â You gasp out when Ghostâs lips slide sideways to find the corner of your jaw. His mouth is hot against your skin, bruising, and you feel yourself grow embarrassingly wetter, just from a little kissing.
âYou good?â Ghost grunts into your throat as he nips at the base of your jaw.
âUh huh.â You manage to get out, still clutching at his meaty arms like theyâre a lifeline. âSo good.â
His breath is hot on your throat when he rumbles out a deep chuckle, and then his tongue flicks out against your earlobe. It makes you forget how to breathe for a second, and youâre distracted when Ghostâs hand changes course, easing beneath your legs so he can press his fingers against your clit again.
Then he pauses, and his fingers slide lower, lazily hooking back and inside you. You tremble, horny and humiliated as you realise that your arousal is glistening all over your damn thighs, impossible to miss.
âFuck,â Ghost mutters. âAll this for me, sweetheart?â
âHnng,â You whimper like an idiot as his fingers return to your clit, now slick and slippery. âIâm justââ
He doesnât wait for you to explain. Instead, he pulls his fingers out of you again and kisses you hard. The soft breathy noises you make are muffled into his mouth, and you wrap your legs around his waist automatically. Heâs built like a damn mountain, your thighs stretched wide to accommodate the bulk of him as he settles against the core of you.
He likes that â he presses in close, and you can feel the hard line of his cock pressing up against you through the roughness of his jeans. Youâre so sensitive that the coarseness of the fabric is almost unbearable, but youâre able to ignore it because youâre so distracted by the sensation of his erection because holy fucking shit that canât really be how big he is.
You gasp, the sound high and breathy, and you try to grind against Ghost, but itâs impossible because heâs so fucking heavy and heâs pinning you down on the mattress beneath him. Instead, all you can do is squeeze your legs and pull Ghost in even tighter, increasing the pressure between the two of you.
âIâm gonna ruin you,â Ghost whispers, and it sounds like a promise. He drags his lips up your throat, then talks against the corner of your mouth. âYou wonât be able to touch yourself again without wishing it was me.â
The wave of desire that rocks through you almost pulls you under, and you swear you might have actually gotten so horny that you blacked out for a second, because from one second to the next Ghost has somehow managed to muscle his way back down between your thighs so that heâs eye-level with your cunt.
âWhat are youââ You start to say, but then he loops his forearms under your knees to tug your legs wider, and you realise just how close his face is to your pussy. You swear youâre actually pulsing with arousal, and you wonder a little wildly if he can see that.
âOh, fuck, yes â please,â You blurt out, before Ghost has even gotten his mouth on you. He chuckles, low and amused. His grin looks predatory, but in this moment you really donât mind being the prey â not if it means youâll be devoured by that mouth.
Then Ghostâs mouth is against you, wet and burning hot. You cry out, barely noticing as Ghost throws one of your legs over his shoulders, spreading you open.
Itâs just the right side of overwhelming. Ghostâs mouth feels like itâs going to swallow you whole â his tongue is huge and flat and firm as he licks over your clit, making your thighs quake on either side of his head. Itâs entirely unlike any of the fumbling masturbatory attempts youâve ever made â you always enjoy messing around with your various little sex toys, but youâre swiftly beginning to realise that it could never compare to real human contact. Or at least, contact with Ghost.
His hands move from your waist to your asscheeks, his big palms squeezing the plump flesh there before using his grip to pull your body closer so that he can bury his whole face between your legs. The rougher material of his mask presses harshly into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, but you hardly even notice it.
Your pussy has never been this wet before; it feels like youâve sprung a goddamn leak. You might have felt embarrassed about it if it werenât for the way Ghost groans against you, his wide tongue laving flat and rough against the seam of your cunt as he practically gulps down all the sticky arousal you have to give him.
âOh godâ fuck! SirâŠâ You sigh, spreading your knees farther apart so that Ghost can wedge his head further between your thighs.
Your ears burn as your room is filled with sounds of him tonguing at your cunt, the lewd wet squish of him working you over until youâre keening, your hips twitching clumsily until his hands tighten where heâs gripping the plump flesh of your ass to keep you still. Then all you can do is twitch as he licks over your clit in repetitive lapping motions, working in circles and then dipping down to shove his searingly hot tongue inside you. You can feel his teeth press against your labia even as he sucks at your clit, and the sensation sends hot bolts of pleasure rocketing down your spine.
Though you donât mean to, youâre pretty sure that you make his job harder. You canât stop wriggling, tossing your head back against your pillows and squirming on Ghostâs tongue in a wild overstimulated dance, like a fish caught in a net.
Finally, Ghost seems to have enough of your unco-ordinated flailing attempts to grind against his face. He reaches around your thigh with one arm to reach your clit so he can keep it stimulated as he gulps at the sticky sweetness of your cunt like a man possessed â the action also works to keep your hips pinned down and still. You stop your frantic moving, but your spasms and sounds increase tenfold.
You can hardly believe it, but you feel something coming. A sweet, torturous build up starts in your belly, and you sweat and gasp as he licks and suckles at you relentlessly. Youâve never found yourself in this state so quickly before, with your legs trembling and your breathing heavy and shaky.Â
âOh.. ohâŠâ You breathe, beginning to arch your back.
You know this feeling â this is where that sweet climax builds and builds, only to dissipate at the last agonisingly close moment. But this time, with Ghostâs big head between your thighs as his mouth moves against you, sucking, tasting, eating up everything you have to offer, the breath-taking pleasure doesnât show any sign of slipping out of reach. It feels like for once you might actually reach that peak.
But then, right as youâre certain that youâre about to tip over that long-awaited coveted release, the bastard pulls away.
âNo!â You practically shriek, attempting to sit up. âNo, I was so closeâ!â
âLie back.â Ghost orders, his voice like the crack of a whip.Â
You drop back obediently before you can even register that youâre moving, so conditioned to react instantly to that tone of voice coming from Ghostâs deep rumbling baritone. Your eyes are wide and betrayed as you stare at him, admittedly a little baleful.
God, but itâs hard to stay annoyed when heâs staring up at you from between your legs like that. His eyes are dark and hungry beneath the mask, and since itâs all pushed up and rumpled around his nose you get a toe-curlingly good look at his lower face. His chin is wet and smeared with your slick, and his lips are plump and pink and swollen from all the kissing and suckling heâs done to you. In a moment of near-delirium, you think that you understand now why he covers his face â his mouth is pretty in a way that shocks you, in a way that needs to be hidden for decencyâs sake.
âYouâre gettinâ greedy,â He grunts, turning his head and sinking his teeth into the crease of your thigh just to make you yelp. âWait for it, love. Itâll be worth the wait.â
You donât think you have much of a choice, so all you can do is lay back and hold on for the ride. He presses his mouth to you again, and you whimper softly as he tongues at your clit.Â
âNo oneâs ever eaten you out like this?â He asks, the words muffled into the damp curve of your thigh. Itâs stupid, because you know he knows the answer to that is a resounding no, but it seems like he just wants to hear you say it out loud.
âNo.â You say, your breaths sawing their way out of your chest.
âHnn.â He makes some kind of grunting sound against you, his tongue flicking out to taste you again. âThatâs why youâve been so tense, huh? So fuckinâ desperate for someone to touch you?â
âThatâs notâ âm not tense,â You manage to get out, your breasts heaving as your thighs tense up where theyâre thrown over his shoulders. âMaybe.. Maybe youâre too relaxed.â
Ghost huffs a hot little laugh at your hip because you both know that couldnât be further from the truth. You doubt anyone has ever accused Ghost of being too relaxed before, but you donât have time to feel stupid for it â not when Ghost is devoting the full force of his attention on you, deep breaths huffing against the wet skin of your pussy and making you shudder.
âThatâs it,â He croons, his voice uncharacteristically soft and lilting. The rumble of it ripples through your limbs like lapping waves, his battle-roughened palm stroking and smoothing down your ass and thigh as he hauls you closer. âRelax, sweetheart. Fuck, such a pretty pussy. Fuckinâ criminal of you to keep this hidden away all to yourself.â And then, quieter, âFuckinâ Christ, youâre wet.â
Youâre not even sure that heâs talking to you. It seems more as though heâs talking to himself, and it just happens to be you heâs talking about. Your cheeks burn as the feeling of vulnerability sets in, but you keep your legs spread wide as he kisses your clit with his swollen pink lips. You want so badly to be good, for him to be pleased with you, that you push past your embarrassment as best you can.
Thereâs a budding anxiety in your belly that Ghost is wasting his time here. As much as you crave his touch and the build up, you worry that heâs going to get frustrated with you and your inability to actually orgasm.
But Ghost doesnât seem to be in a rush. He seems perfectly fucking happy between your legs, and even with his mask all clumsily rucked up around his nose he presses his face into your pussy with his eyes heavy-lidded and hazy. Even when you shift a little in an effort to get him to go a little harder or faster, he just pins you still and continues at his own leisurely pace.
When he reintroduces his fingers, pressing inside and stretching you out with a light sting, you hiss and try to lift your hips again. His rough calloused knuckles brush against the inside of your soft inner thighs, making them quiver as he goes three fingers deep.
âShhh, atta girl.â He mumbles into you, his words coming out wetly muffled since he doesnât even both pulling his face back. âFuckinââ shit, so good.â
The praise shoots liquid and molten through you, and you have to bite back a pathetic keen as you pulse around his fingers. Youâre sure he must feel it, because he lets out an answering rumble and laps against your clit, then closes his lips and sucks.
âOh godââ
âShhh.â Ghost scoots forward so your knee can hoist over his shoulder. Then he angles his chin to kiss the skin on the inside curve of your knee as he pumps into you with slow, slippery fingers and ungodly squelching noises that only sparks you hotter. You canât even tell if itâs sweat or tears dotting your face anymore.
Though Ghostâs eyes are heavy-lidded and a little fogged over, he hasnât looked away from you once. The focused intensity of his gaze spears you through, because youâve never been looked at like that. No one has ever seen you like this, no one has ever put effort into you like this, no one has ever been so determined to please you before. You donât know how youâre ever going to recover from this; you have a terrifyingly distinct impression that heâs going to live up to his promise to ruin you for anyone else.
It feels as though your blood is boiling beneath your skin, and you nearly sob when Ghost pulls back. Youâve never been so close, and you want to scream when he takes his gorgeous fucking mouth away from your clit.
âFuck.â You wet your lips, realising you were panting like a dog and your mouth is bone dry. âFuck, Ghost, justââ
âQuiet, lovie.â His reply is hoarse and firm, his throat working hard to swallow as he peered down between you, his clever thumb delving slick circles over the taut bump of your clit, his other three fingers fucking with easy rhythm and purpose. Itâs maddening, itâs infuriating, it makes you feel as though youâre about to break apart.
His fingers are pulled out, and then you feel firm pressure pressing into you yet again. Your head lolls as you attempt to sit up, your eyelids fluttering as you realise that heâs pressing your stupid dildo into you again.
âOh, you bastardââ You start to complain, but Ghost doesnât give you the opportunity to speak properly.
The dildo slides into you so easily, your sticky slick mixing with his spit making the slide almost effortless. You sigh, a build-up of pressure making your whole body feel as though youâve been stretched out and pulled tight.Â
Now that youâve been pushed to the edge, you linger by it. Ghost keeps you on that edge for what feels like hours, until your breaths are burning in your chest and the ligaments in your calves are screaming from all the straining youâve been doing. Every roll of Ghostâs thumb over your clit sends sparks racing through your nerves, and your breathing is harsh and uneven as Ghost starts fucking you with the stupid vibrating dildo. The rhythm he sets is firm and unrelenting, pushing the silicone toy in and out and visibly relishing the wet squish of your cunt as it takes it deep.
Ghost huffs against the wet skin of your inner thigh, making you shudder. It seems like heâs enjoying this as much as you are, judging by the subtle roll of his hips against your mattress as he absorbs himself in fucking you with the dildo.Â
He experiments with the angle, adjusting the dildo until you cry out, jerking against the bedding, and whining âThere!â. You neednât bother telling him, though; Ghost has a sharp eye, and heâs so goddamn attentive. Heâs already repeating the stroke, pushing the dildo in and bumping it against the same sensitive spot he had hit before.
It feels good, but itâs not enough. Now that youâve felt the firm hot pressure of his fingers spreading you wide and the wet hunger of his mouth devouring you, you donât think anything else will do.
He shifts, you catch the rolls of his hips against your mattress again, and you feel as though youâve caught fire. You think of the glimpse you had caught of his hard cock, pressing against his jeans and making the fabric stretch taut, and you find yourself speaking without thinking.
Ghost pushes the dildo in once more, and you reach down to grab at his wrist as you ask breathlessly, âCan I try yours?â
He pauses; goes so still that itâs honestly uncanny, his eyes practically boring holes into you as he stares at your face. You grow flustered, your own eyes widening in response to your own words. Just because heâs deigning to touch you with his fingers and his mouth, doesnât mean heâs actually planning to fuck you. Jesus, heâs your fucking superior officer. What were you thinking?
âIâm sorry,â You squeak. âThat wasnât appropriate. Fuck, forget I said thatââ
Even beneath the mask, you can see the bob of Ghostâs Adam's apple as he swallows thickly.
âYou sure?â He interrupts your rambling before you can get started. âI donât... âm not good with virgins.â
Thereâs⊠thereâs so much you could say in response to that. Namely, he certainly doesnât seem like heâs bad with virgins, as evidenced by the throb of arousal still pulsing through your soaked cunt. Heâs just had you sobbing at the mercy of his fingers and mouth, and all he has to say when you ask for more is that heâs not good with virgins?
Instead, what you say is a rather lame, âIâm not technically a virgin.â
Which is true. Sort of. Based on a technicality â you had bullied your damn vibrator through your stupid hymen years ago, and youâve always thought the idea of virginity was a stupid one, anyway.Â
âPlastic cocks donât count, darlinâ.â
Blood rushes to your face so fast you feel light-headed as humiliation burns through you. Jesus, okay. Thatâs just mortifying.Â
âOh, you think your cock is special, then?â You scoff, attempting nonchalance.
Ghost shifts, letting your legs drop from his shoulders, and kneels up on the mattress so that heâs looming over you. Fuck, every time you get a visceral reminder of how big he is, you feel a little faint. Itâs like having a veritable wall of muscle caging you into your bed. Your thighs are spread wide to accommodate the size of him, and you find yourself absolutely captivated by the sight of him with his muscles straining against that stupid tight t-shirt, still panting lightly from his greedy gorging on your cunt.
He reaches out and drags a hand slowly from your cunt up over your belly, between your breasts, up over your sternum, to rest over your collarbones. Itâs gentle â he doesnât put an iota of pressure against your throat â but all you can fucking see is the swell of his bicep and the dark ink of his tattoo and the prominent veins running down the chiselled muscle of his forearm.
Good fucking lord.
âYouâll find out.â He says.
And oh. Okay then. Yeah, you sure fucking will.
He reaches down and unbuttons his jeans, and you canât help but strain to try and watch. He pushes them down carelessly around his thighs, but doesnât make any move to strip them off any further. Youâre suddenly aware of the fact that youâre laying on the bed completely nude and exposed, while Ghost has only pushed his jeans down far enough to pull his cock out, but you donât have any time to feel self-conscious about it.
His cock curves up against his belly, red and twitching. Heâs fucking rock hard, and bigger than you had been expecting, bigger than any of your stupid little toys. Your mouth goes dry, and your eyes widen comically. Fuck. No wonder heâs confident. Heâs not lacking in any way.
âDâyouâve a johnny?â He asks, one big paw of a hand taking his cock and stroking lazily at it until a bead of pearly precum oozes from the angry red head.
Youâre distracted for a moment, staring at the way he fists his cock, before you blink back to yourself. âWhat?â
âA condom.â He enunciates slowly, as though speaking to someone he thinks is a bit thick.
âI know what you meant,â You snap, embarrassed. âButâ no. Why would I? Iâve neverâŠâ
You can see the way his eyes crease and realise that heâs frowning beneath the mask, and youâre hit with a sudden bolt of panic â is he going to change his mind now? You can see the hesitation in the lines of his shoulders, but you think if he changes his mind about fucking you, you might just die.
âIt doesnât matter,â You blurt, âYou donât need one. Iâm on the pill. Iâm clean.â
Ghost cocks his head, but remains still. Itâs almost unnerving, and you feel your toes curl into the bedsheets as you wait for an answer. He looks fucking predatory, hulking over you like a fucking behemoth as he watches you assessingly. You try your best to look confident, but you have a feeling that you just look desperately hungry.
He reaches up and hooks his fingers into the fabric of his mask and pulls it back down to cover his still slick-shiny mouth and jaw, and youâre gripped with sudden overwhelming panic and dismay that heâs changed his mind, that heâs about to leave you here wet and empty and wanting. In that moment, you throw your dignity into the wind.
âPlease,â You beg pathetically, wriggling a little bit against your sweat-damp bedding in an effort to grind yourself against him. âPlease, please, itâs fine, I swear, you donât need oneââ
âFuckinâ hell.â Ghost grinds out, his voice rough and a little hoarse. âHow can a virgin be such a fuckinâ slut?â
Some part of you wonders if you should be offended by that, but instead a frisson of heat runs down your spine. You know youâre not a slut â youâve never searched for any sexual attention, and youâve never even experienced someone elseâs touch â but goddamn you want to be a slut for your lieutenant right now.
Despite his harsh words, when Ghost hooks your legs over his hips and aligns himself with you, heâs gentle. Heâs acting like youâre something fragile; heâs so big that your legs are spread wide around his waist, his shoulders so broad that heâs blocking out the dim light from your lamp, and yet his touch is light against you as though heâs afraid to break you.
Heâs still gripping his cock hard, and he slides the tip of it against your slick heat. You have a brief moment of alarm; even through the haze of arousal, you can recognise that this is going to be a tight fit. You breathe deeply, then begin to wiggle your hips in an effort to take him inside you.
He hisses, then one of his big hands grabs at your hip. âFuck, stay still.â
âPut it in.â You beg, your voice coming out thick and stupid-sounding. âFuck, please, câmon, câmonââ
âKid,â Ghost bites out through clenched teeth, his voice low and gritty. âNeed you to shut the fuck up for me.â
You manage to bite down on your lip, but you canât stop yourself from pouting mopily at him with wide, wet eyes. You donât understand why heâs making you wait â canât he see how mean heâs being? Youâre so fucking wet, so empty as you clench down on nothing, and your clit is so desperate for any kind of stimulation that itâs throbbing needily. The head of his cock catches at your opening, dipping in for a second before resuming its maddening slide up and down.
Ghost is still watching you closely, his brown eyes flickering from where the head of his cock drags through your sodden folds up to your pleading pouting expression. You can only imagine what kind of a sight you make, because his chest growls with a choked sort of groan.
âI know,â He murmurs, almost mockingly soft with you. âI know, you want it. Gotta give it to you slowly.â
You want to tell him that he doesnât have to give it to you slowly, that he can go as fast and hard as he wants to, but some sense of self-preservation shuts you up. Instead, you nod clumsily as he rubs his cock over the slick folds of your cunt, lubing himself up with your own arousal. The feeling of his cock dragging over you, iron hard and velvety soft, so close to where you want it, is enough to have your head spinning dizzily.
You want to beg again, but youâre still trying to follow his order to be silent. You shift restlessly, biting back a whimper when he taps his cock thoughtfully against your clit.
Finally, he decides to put you out of your misery.Â
The thick crown of his cock pushes against the tight ring of muscle at the entrance of your cunt, and the gasp you let out is positively punched out of you. He goes slow, just like he promised, but you can still hardly believe it. He goes in and in and in, and yet heâs somehow not even halfway inside.Â
âFuck,â You wheeze, punctuated by a strange little yowl. âOh god, waitââ
You feel stuffed just from the first few inches, drunk already on the quiet little grunts heâs making. The stretch and the sting and the pressure inside you is glorious, so tight that you can barely even flex around him and you canât even decide if itâs good or if itâs too much. Your eyes are hot and wet as overwhelmed tears begin to overflow, and you find yourself arching in a weak attempt to flex away from him and the devastating stretch.
God, heâs massive. You knew he would be, of course, but his size seems so much more significant when youâre being impaled on the end of his cock. Fuck, you can feel your vision go blurry as your eyes fill with overwhelmed tears. Youâre mortified when a sob is ripped from your chest, harsh and thick.
âShh, shh.â Ghost coos, his deep voice syrupy thick as he leans over you, the enormous bulk of him caging you into the mattress until your whole world consists only of him. âJust a little bit more.â
âFuck,â You choke out, trying to arch away again but failing because heâs so big that thereâs nowhere to go. âItâs not gonna fit!â
âShh, lovie,â He rumbles, ducking his face down so that the rough cotton of his mask is pressed against the sweaty skin of your neck. âRelaxân let me in.â
âIâ âm tryingââ You whine, clutching at his biceps. âJesusââ
You blink your eyes open, vision blurry from the tears clumping your lashes together, only to be met with the sight of Ghostâs deep brown eyes staring at you from beneath the black mask. Heâs looming above you, his gaze made all the more intense by the fact that itâs the only part of his face you can really see.
âAll that messinâ around with those plastic cocks, but youâre still this tight for me,â He says, his voice so deep that you feel it reverberate into your bones. âDeep breath.â
The breath you inhale at his instruction is rough and ragged, and he snorts a low breathless laugh in response.
When he finally drives his cock all the way in with one smooth stroke, all the breath is driven from your lungs. It feels as though his cock has been pressed all the way up into your chest, and the noise you make when you squirm on it is utterly pathetic.Â
Ghostâs hands are like steel clamps when they close around the plump flesh of your thighs, holding them up and pressing them back until theyâre pressed against your belly. He looms over you, still almost entirely clothed as sweat beads over his thickly muscled neck. Itâs like getting pinned down by a mountain, and you whimper as youâre speared open and prone by the weight of Ghost pressing down upon you.
He hasnât even started to move yet, but you still feel overfull and raw.
âToo big,â You mumble, struggling to catch your breath. You choke on a sob and feel your eyes burn with unshed tears as your back arches. âGhostâ!â
âShh.â He grunts. âCall me Simon when I fuck you.â
That⊠that does something to you. Molten heat rockets up your spine and pools in your belly, and you swear your pussy floods. Itâs stupid, how being granted permission to call your lieutenant by his first name is somehow so much hotter than anything else heâs done so far.
âSimon,â You try it out. It comes out a little shaky, your voice little more than a weak whisper, but you swear you can see his eyes sharpen.Â
Apparently having come to the decision that youâve adjusted enough, Ghost pulls his hips back only to drive back in.Â
âOh!â You yelp, hips jumping, but thereâs nowhere to go.Â
All you can do is lie there as he slides out, out, out, slow and careful and long, and then his hips snap forward and he impales you, pressing all the way into him. He does it again, and again, and you try to bite down on your tongue, try to not sound so pathetically wrecked, but you canât. Itâs like Ghost is puncturing your lungs and every time he fucks into you, you let out the most pathetic little mewling ah ah ah sounds.
Youâre not quite prepared for how different this feels; itâs nothing like your stupid plastic dildo. Ghostâs cock is bigger, but itâs also hotter and with more give than you expected, and youâve never been able to fuck yourself like this. Your plastic toys could never compare to the sensation of being pinned by your giant of a lieutenant as he ruts into you.
Ghost reaches up and roughly pushes his mask up so his mouth is exposed again before he leans in deeper, almost folding you cleanly in half, stretching in to claim your mouth in a kiss thatâs not quite a kiss, but rather a fierce mash of lips and tongue as his rhythm picks up, riding you down into the mattress until you realised the screaming noise isnât coming from either one of you, but the cheap standard issue bed frame.
All you can do is gasp with each deep, raw fuck. There are tears tracking lazily down your cheeks, having overflowed from your burning eyes, and you honestly think your lungs might collapse. Youâre bent like a fucking pretzel, in a way thatâs making the muscles in your thighs scream, as Ghost pounds into you.Â
Heâs fucking relentless, but also shockingly aware of you beneath him. He doesnât put too much pressure on you when he holds you, he never goes hard enough to hurt, and he knows just the right amount of weight to pin you down without being too much.
Your pussy is sloppy around him, wet squishing noises getting louder and louder as he finds more rhythm against your tight walls. Your whole world of awareness has been narrowed down to Ghost and Ghost only; his fingers digging into your thighs, your name in his mouth, his sweltering body pressing against yours.Â
Heâs holding back, you can tell by the way his voice is caught in his throat. Heâs keeping all his dangerous muscles at bay as he pulls out and presses in again. Rough, fast, but not enough to break you, just enough to make you scream until you bury your face to the side and try to cover your mouth with your arm.
âYeah, you needed this,â Ghost grunts, his uncovered mouth nipping at the hinge of your jaw. âThisâs why you were so fuckinâ distracted earlier, hm? You thinkinâ about how much you needed to cream around a real cock?â
âUh huh, yeah,â You slur out, not even sure what youâre agreeing with. Your tongue feels too big for your mouth, every nerve in your body raw and sparking. You must sound so pathetic, but Ghost seems to like it.
âAinât gonna be distracted anymore, are ya?â He rumbles, laving his tongue over your jaw in a way that feels filthy. âJust needed your little pussy filled, thatâs all.â
You cry out for him because you canât help it, delight bubbling in your throat every time he plunges into you. He keeps his pace for a bit, all rushed and blazing, transfixed on watching you suck him in, leaving slick trails along his shaft. But gradually he gets bolder, more desperate, big hands squeezing from your thighs to your hips.
You get lost in the feeling of him in your belly, searing and harsh, fat tip rolling against the spongy spot inside of you until you feel like you might snap. You feel him in your ears, your head pounding with every snap of his hips. You swear you even feel him in your toes, lightning zaps of pleasure down your nerves.
Then he leans back, lifting his weight off of you so you can breathe properly. He leaves his hand on your collarbones like a placeholder, his palm spread over the base of your throat like a reminder, a way to keep your attention on him.Â
âFuck,â He grits out, âThatâs it, doll.â
Youâre vaguely aware of the fact that Ghostâs gaze has shifted, no longer focused on your face but now instead fixed firmly between your legs as he watches the thick shaft of his cock sink into you. He obviously likes how you feel inside; you can hear him cursing and grunting quietly as his free hand grips your hip for leverage.Â
With his mask rumpled up around his nose, youâre gifted with an incredible view of the way his teeth are sunk into his lower lip. Each time he sinks his cock into you again, he makes a raspy little groan, eyes fluttering briefly shut. Itâs so painfully endearing that your heart quivers in your chest.
Your legs burn from being spread around his thick waist â any attempt for you to lock them around his back is useless, your legs slipping everytime his ass flexes with his thrusts. Every hasty drive of his hips has the ridge of his cock sliding against the spongy spread of your walls, making you feel more stuffed every time he ruts into you. With every sudden movement you feel the entirety of his fat cock; the veins are throbbing, skin heated and silken within you. Part of you marvels how youâre even able to fit him inside you.
âNever seen you look like this,â he grunts. âAll fucked-out and perfect.â
Ghost leans in again, grips your legs so he can rearrange them over his shoulders, and you think you might die. The angle is different and somehow, impossibly, Ghost is fucking into you even deeper. You think you might actually be crying. Thereâs no question as to whether youâre drooling.
Your hands move to his arms, nails sinking into the hard muscles of his triceps as you cling on for dear life. He doesnât even seem to notice the sting of your nails scratching him; or perhaps it only urges him on, because his movements take on an edge of desperation.
âGorgeous girl,â He grits out, jaw clenched. âSqueezinâ so tight. Fuck. Gonna make you cream.â
 You had forgotten about his promise to make you come, too lost in the hazy pleasure of his cock. But now it seems as though heâs been seized by the compulsion to fuck you to the edge; he reaches a hand down so that his thumb can join the fray, and it startles you into moaning breathlessly aloud.Â
His thumb is merciless against your clit. Youâre vulnerable to his touch, clit spread and on display from the stretch of his thick cock inside of you, and he takes full advantage. His fingers are thick and blistering hot as he rubs at you, and you choke as your toes curl.
âSimonââ You manage to eke out before you lose the weak thread of your thoughts, scattering into nothing as he stimulates the stiff bead of your clit.Â
He grunts to show that heâs heard you, but he doesnât seem any more capable of words than you are as he rocks into the cradle of your hips. Youâre practically blinded by your wet eyes, blinking frantically to try and clear your vision as you reach out clumsily to throw your arms around Ghostâs blisteringly hot neck.
It feels as though your skin is stretched too tight over your body, hot and prickly and too much. Youâre trembling, your breaths coming in shaky gasps as agonising pressure builds in your lower belly.Â
âFuck, love.â Ghost says, his voice little more than a snarl. âYou gonna come?â
No, You think hazily. No, you never come. But even as you think it, part of you recognises that itâs never felt like this before. Your stomach tightens, toes curling, your lungs burning, your eyes rolling. You hardly even know whatâs happening.
You recognise that something is building, but it almost seems secondary to the way that Ghost is rutting into you like a man possessed, hitting that spongey spot in the back of your pussy that youâve never managed to reach yourself and making your legs spasm every time even as his thick thumb rubs frantic circles around the bump of your clit.
âFuck, fuckââ You wheeze, bucking your hips against him.
It doesnât grow and dissipate in the way youâre used to. Rather, it creeps up on you almost without you noticing, until youâre whimpering and clinging to Ghost like heâs a lifeline. Your bottom lip trembles as you sob weakly, practically on the brink of diving into an oncoming tidal wave of desire. Then that coil in your stomach snaps like a rubber band, sudden and sharp as a slap to the face.Â
Your back arches, your vision whites out, and you cum so hard that the world stops, your ears ring, your body goes limp. Your cunts sucks tight around him, pulsing, feeling every inch of him. It feels so sweet, that white-hot buzzing pleasure rushing over you and wiping your brain completely clean.Â
Youâre a little delirious from being stuffed with such a fat cock; every thrust just prolongs your pleasure, like his penetration keeps you from squeezing your very first orgasm out right away. Itâs mindless ecstasy, your nails burrowing into the skin of his biceps as you desperately clutch at him for some kind of leverage. Ghost doesnât falter, his hips continuing to work into you, wringing your orgasm out until you feel as though your brain is melting.
You sob â an actual, genuine, wet-sounding sob as your chest heaves for air and your eyes burn with overwhelmed, rapturous tears. Your head is spinning even as your climax subsides, leaving you limp-limbed and weak as Ghost continues rocking into you.
âLook so lovely when you come, sweetheart,â Ghost grunts into your ear, his bulky chest weighing you down as you clutch feebly at his shoulders. âGod, thatâs a sight. All for me, yeah?â
His praise only makes it worse, makes your eyes sting until thereâs tears down your cheeks and stars behind your eyelids. He sounds so smug, but you canât deny that he has reason to be. Heâs the first man to ever touch you, first man to ever fuck you, the first person to ever tip you over the edge and wring an orgasm out of you. Fuck, you think your brain might have been reduced to mush permanently; you wonder wildly if youâll ever be the same after this.
Despite the sting of Ghostâs punishing thrusts into your already oversensitive cunt, your body sings for him. The rhythm of his hips is getting gradually sloppier, as though he doesnât care as much for precision now that heâs succeeded in making you come. Soft, guttural little grunts fall from his mouth, and his arms wrap around your waist to reposition you so that he can fuck quick and shallow. Itâs almost tender, as though heâs aware of your growing sensitivity as you mewl under him.
Thereâs a profound, instinctual pleasure in seeing Ghost lose himself in your embrace. His dark eyes are heavy-lidded and his mask is still all rucked up, revealing the way his mouth is lolled softly open as he pants. You find yourself wishing feverishly that he had taken off his clothes too, because you think you would give anything to watch the roiling muscles of his chest and shoulders as he ruts into you.
Then just when you think youâre beginning to recover from the shattering, mind-numbing oversensitivity, Ghost comes inside of you.
He stops rutting to ride out his orgasm, his cock throbbing, pulsing, spurting inside you until you feel fuller than youâve ever felt. And he comes a lot.Â
Youâre stuffed so tightly with his cock that his cum has nowhere to go, and ends up leaking thickly from where your cunt grips around him, messy and hot and spilling over your thighs and his. The sound he makes is breathless, all open-mouth and head lolled back as he groans, blissed out as he finds release in your cunt.Â
The minutes afterwards are a blur.Â
You close your eyes for what feels like only a second, but the next time you blink your eyes open you find yourself feeling miserably, uncomfortably empty and sticky as all that oozy cum leaks out of you. You somehow missed Ghost pulling out of you, and your thoughts are muzzy and embarrassingly slow.
For a moment, you think youâre alone. Youâre becoming more aware of yourself, and you realise that youâre shivering weakly alone in your sweat-damp sheets. Where did Ghost go? Part of you, still a little hazy, wonders if he had left you alone as soon as he had come, and you feel your lower lip tremble at the thought.Â
God, you feel pathetic. You shift feebly on the sheets, and suck in a sharp breath when you feel the ache inside you, proof that youâre going to feel the shadow of Ghostâs cock for days. You feel drunk off the afterglow, yet youâre swiftly becoming more and more aware of yourself and all the aches and pains that are coming to the fore now.
It feels like youâre too big for your body, and youâre clumsy when you try to sit up. Pushing yourself up makes a whole new set of aches light up, and you let out a quiet keening grumble.
Youâre so caught up with trying to ground yourself that you jolt in surprise when big, paw-like hands land on you, pushing you back down onto the bed.
âShh, hey, lay down.â Ghost says, the rough edges of his accent softened. To your bewilderment, he has a damp cloth in his hand; he went to the bathroom, you realise hazily.
Maybe itâs just because you feel raw after your experience with him, pulsing like an open nerve, but you sniffle and blink and then suddenly there are tears dripping down your face.
âThought you left.â You mumble, trying not to sound like a needy little idiot.
Ghost glances up at you, unblinkingly. His mask is fixed firmly back in place, and he looks annoyingly put-together; itâs an embarrassingly stark contrast to the way youâre still nude and shivery and teary-eyed.
âNo.â He says simply.
The damp cloth is warm when it makes contact with your skin, and you relax as he drags it along your sweaty back and over your legs. Heâs a little rough about it, but you donât think itâs on purpose. Gentleness doesnât come naturally to Simon Riley, and yet you can feel that heâs trying and that makes a warm glow settle in your stomach, replacing the cold anxiety that had settled in when you thought that he had left you alone.
When the cloth reaches the tender skin of your pussy, you hiss and try to pull away. It all feels too sensitive, and you feel your face crumple up as he wipes away the mess of slick and cum between your thighs. He gentles his touch as much as he can, but you still mewl at the electric zaps of oversensitivity that jolt up your spine.
When Ghost pauses and pulls the cloth away from you, you blink your eyes awake. Your vision is still all wet and blurry from tears, but you can still see the shape of Ghost as he stares down at you. You can imagine you look nothing short of ruined right now, even after having been cleaned up, and Ghostâs stare is burning.
You wonder if heâs about to leave now â you can recognise this whole thing had gotten out of hand, and you just about manage to stifle the panic at the creeping realisation that youâve just fucked your superior officer. Ghost must have realised at this point that the two of you had just ripped through all those fraternisation rules, though itâs always been difficult to tell what heâs thinking. But you trust him â you have to, in your line of work. You have to trust that heâll handle things.
Ghost tosses aside the cloth, and his big overbearing body climbs back into bed beside you. Itâs a standard-issue bunk, and yet it feels comically tiny when Ghost has been added to the mix. Heâs surprisingly agile, even despite his big size, and you barely have time to realise that heâs joining you in bed before heâs wrapped a thick arm around your middle, hauling you closer.
Youâd love to act chill and cool about the fact that heâs now essentially cuddling you, but you miss the mark by a long mile. You take a breath, and allow yourself to relax into his big burly chest. Heâs still fully clothed, and the rough texture of his jeans against your tender bare skin makes you shiver lightly from oversensitivity.
Your hips are sore from being stretched so wide, your joints weak and watery, and youâre perfectly content to close your eyes and forcibly ignore all your concerns about fraternisation or how youâre going to face Ghost in training. Itâs a problem for another time.
âYou still alive?â Ghost grunts, and his palm coasts down over your back to settle at your ass, his fingers squeezing absent-mindedly into the soft flesh there.
He sounds amused, which makes you grumble in irritation. He takes up so much space, his big body filling up all the free space on the bed and making you feel so fucking small as he holds you so that your back is pressed against his stomach.
âI dunno,â You mumble, words a little garbled. âThink⊠think you might have fucked me stupid, Lt.â
Lying like this, with his front pressed against your back, you can feel his laugh rumble into you. Heâs touchy too in a way that surprises you; his hands are constantly moving, swiping over your sides and groping at any part of you thatâs squishy-soft.
âThink I might have,â He agrees, and you can hear the smirk in his voice even if you canât see it. âBut I think you needed it, sweetheart. You were practically cryinâ out for it all day.â
You feel your face heat at the insinuation that he had noticed the arousal you thought you had hidden so well. But you still feel so fuzzy inside, and you canât manage to drum up any genuine reaction.
Ghostâs roaming hand slips down between your legs, and you hold your breath as he reaches your swollen, tender pussy. His fingers are so big, but heâs aware of his strength and keeps his touch light, cupping rather than groping, his calloused palm catching on your puffy clit.
âTold you a real cock would be better,â He rumbles, and you feel the soft material of his mask rubbing against the back of your sweaty neck. âYouâve got a fussy little cunt â âs only gonna be satisfied by the real thing.â
Youâd love to jab back at him, but the feeling of him rough palm against your oversensitive clit has your thoughts fizzing out into nothingness. All you can do is let out a quiet little whimper, and rock your hips into his touch. To your utter bewilderment, you feel your arousal, which you had previously considered entirely sated, pulse back to life.
As if Ghost can feel your cunt throb beneath his hand, he snickers. âYeah. Fussy and greedy.â
He leans down, and you feel his lips brush against the back of your neck through the cotton of his balaclava. You quiver, and part your legs without conscious thought to give his thick fingers more room to work. Despite your exhaustion, and your soreness, and your sensitivity, you find yourself wanting. You wonder, with an edge of hysteria, if your body has somehow managed to rewire itself to only accept pleasure from your commanding officerâs hand.
âGhostâ Simonââ You breathe, your hips jumping as you grind into his palm.
âYeah,â He says again, as though he knows exactly what you need and want. âOne little orgasm wasnât enough, was it?â
âNo.â You choke out, throwing your head back so that itâs resting against Ghostâs broad chest. âNo, ât wasnât.â
You can hardly believe that your body is winding up for more, but Ghostâs touch is searing hot against your tender skin, and you can already taste the pleasure heâs going to bring you. This time, without the edge of urgency, you think you might even enjoy it more.
âGimme five minutes,â He drawls, his voice low and muffled in your ear. âAnd Iâll give you your second.â
đtags: nsfw, aged up neteyam (obviously), jealousy, alien cultural misunderstandings, oral sex (f receiving) vaginal sex, size kink, voyeurism, brief na'vi oc x reader, mentions of reader sleeping with other na'vi men
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It was just a fluke, you tell yourself. A moment of weirdness that had come about because⊠becauseâŠ
Okay, so you canât really explain it.
You donât like Neteyam! You never have! The sight of him appearing while youâre mid-rendezvous with Txetyo (the same man he had interrupted you with only a few days before!) should have sent you into an angry tailspin. And yet, you canât forget the pulse of excitement that had throbbed low in your belly when you realised that he was standing there watching you.
Really, you should have been the one to speak up. But it was like your brain had switched off, like all your rational thoughts had gone on a temporary leave of absence; why else would you have stayed silent instead of stopping Txetyo and drawing attention to Neteyamâs presence?
Just like after your last confusing encounter with Neteyam in the healing hut, you end up sticking close to the human outpost for the next week.
Itâs probably a little cowardly to hide instead of facing your problems head on, but you donât care. You avoid Neteyam, you avoid Txetyo, you avoid any of the guys youâve had flings with before because even the sight of them reminds you of what had happened that night in the forest. Inevitably, that leads to you avoiding the village entirely.
The outpost is as boring as ever, but itâs better than facing the mortification thatâs no doubt awaiting you in the village. But at the very least, itâs not lonely.
Spider is kind enough to keep you company in the outpost for the first few days, though you quickly wish he wouldnât. Thereâs not much to do, and Spider never deals well with boredom.
âQuit that.â You grit out, your eyes sliding sideways.
Spider is sitting next to you, drumming his fingers insistently on his thighs. He sighs, rolling his eyes up towards the ceiling and leaning back on the lumpy couch youâre both sprawled on.
âThis is mind-numbing.â He complains, throwing his dirty bare feet over your thighs. âItâs so boring here. I donât think Iâve ever spent this much time inside in my whole life.â
âYou donât have to be here.â You remind him, shoving his feet off you.
Spider sighs, swinging his legs back to the ground so he can sit up properly. âRight, sure. I could leave you here alone to mope all day by yourself in your dank little bedroom. Or you could tell me whatâs going on with you.â
You grumble, and avert your eyes. Okay, so maybe your avoidance has been a little more obvious than you had intended. Youâve barely missed a day in the village your whole life, and yet in the last two weeks youâve spent most of your time hiding out in the outpost.
âNothingâs going on.â You say, and it rings hollow even to your own ears.
Spider purses his lips. He seems pointedly unconvinced, and stretches back on the couch with his arms across the back of the headrest.
âSo it has nothing to do with whatever the hell happened when you went off with Txetyo during the hunt celebrations?â
You almost wince, but manage to keep your expression neutral as you stare at your knees. âNope.â
Spider hums. âAnd I suppose the fact that Neteyam very conspicuously disappeared into the forest about ten seconds after you left is also unrelated.â
That cracks your composure, and you take a shaky breath as you glance sideways at Spiderâs face. He doesnât look like heâs judging you or anything; heâs just waiting patiently for your answer, a single eyebrow raised.
âI donât wanna talk about it.â You mutter, avoiding his eyes.
Thereâs a long pause, and then Spider huffs out a sigh and tilts his head back to stare at the water-stained ceiling up above you. You feel a little bad about keeping secrets from him; usually you and Spider act as each otherâs confidants by virtue of the fact that the two of you are humans the same age amongst all the Naâvi. But this whole mess with Neteyam is something that youâre struggling to wrap your own head around â you donât want to start explaining the whole mortifying ordeal to someone who was as good as your brother.
âLoâakâll get it out of you.â Spider says confidently.
You groan, covering your face with your hands. âPlease tell me heâs not coming over.â
âHeâs worried.â Spider protests. âYouâve been acting super weird, dude.â
âHeâs nosey.â You correct.
Spider shrugs, unable to argue that point. âWell, whatever.â
Itâs as if speaking his name summons him, because the shoddy linoleum floor creaks behind you as a big nine-feet-tall body steps into the room. You catch a glimpse of bright blue skin out of the corner of your eye and groan, tipping your head back against the back of the couch and closing your eyes.
âSeriously, I am not in the mood to be interrogated by the Idiot Brigade today.â You complain. âCanât you come back and bother me another time?â
Thereâs a pause. And then, a low voice filled with amusement says, âAm I a member of this âidiot brigade?â
That is not Loâakâs voice.
For a moment, you donât even turn around. You just breathe slowly, your eyes shut tight. Maybe if you donât turn and look, Neteyam will just vanish from your presence as if he had never spoken at all.
But instead of Neteyamâs spontaneous disappearance, you get Spider shifting on the lumpy couch beside you before climbing to his feet. Your eyes shoot open at that, and your head whips around to stare at him in disbelief.
âWhere are you going?â You hiss, already reaching out after him.
Spider stops, hesitates, his eyes flicking between you and Neteyam. He looks as though he would rather be literally anywhere other than here; you know the feeling.
âUh⊠Iâm gonna go find Loâak.â Spider mutters, his eyes darting around cagily. âSeems like you two probably need time to talk some things out.â
Before you can even protest that, Neteyam is stepping forward, marching his way around the couch. You sit up, properly startled now, realising that your window for escape is rapidly narrowing.
âTell Loâak not to come.â Neteyam says simply, stepping nimbly around the couch so that heâs in front of you. Itâs like he knows that you were thinking of an escape, because he tilts his head as a subtle smile tugs at his mouth.
âYeah. Got it.â Spider sounds a little strangled, sending you a look that you canât quite decipher before turning and scampering out the door, letting it slide shut behind him with a quiet thud.
You stare at him for a long moment, your mouth hanging open like a moron. Neteyam just stares back, his expression even, as though heâs waiting for you to speak first.
You swallow thickly, then push yourself up so that youâre standing. Itâs a weak attempt to put yourself on a more even level with him, but it fails as you find yourself eye-level with his damn belly button.
âWhat are you doing here?â You snap, though it comes out a little weaker than you had intended.
Neteyam doesnât answer immediately. Instead he gingerly lowers himself down onto the ancient lumpy couch that you and Spider had commandeered for yourselves from the desolate wreckage of Bridgehead. Heâs almost comically large for it, his knees bent awkwardly up as he settles back, the springs creaking ominously.
âYou have been avoiding the village.â He says simply.
And⊠oh god, you canât stop staring. Itâs stupid, because youâve known Neteyam your whole life, you know what he looks like. But itâs like your eyes are taking him in differently now. You hadnât spent much time with him as kids; you were always chasing after Loâak, Kiri, and Spider, and Neteyam usually maintained a distance as he trained under the guidance of his parents. And then he was gone, departed for the reef villages, only to return after the worst of the war years had passed.
But itâs different now. Heâs a man, his shoulders broader than ever and his muscles more defined than is typical of the Omaticaya warriors â no doubt thanks to his time in the reefs with the bulkier Metkayina.
Your mouth is a little dry; itâs not a good time to be reminded that you find big, muscly Naâvi men really, really attractive.
âYeah.â You say, your voice scratchy. âUh⊠Iâve been busy.â
Neteyamâs hairless brow raises in an unspoken gesture of doubt as he leans back into the couch. Your eyes dart down nervously over his abdomen. Each sculpted abdominal muscle speaks of his physical prowess and the sheer discipline and dedication to his training, and his slim waist is accentuated by the woven battle band around his waist. Fuck, you want to touch his belly.
You can hardly believe that you had this manâs cock in your hand, or that he had been grunting and fucking your fist. Maybe you had hallucinated that. Looking at him like this, taking in his big amber eyes and strong jawline and high cheekbones, youâre reminded rather harshly of just why heâs one of the most sought-after men in the village by the unmated Omaticaya girls. It seems unlikely that heâd ever lower himself to allow himself to be touched by you.
And yet, you know you hadnât hallucinated him standing only mere feet from you in the forest, watching intently as Txetyo had railed you into the mossy ground.
As if he knows what youâre thinking, Neteyam speaks again. âAvoiding Txetyo? I do not blame you.
You almost choke at that. Good lord, the audacity of this man. He knows perfectly well that youâve also been trying to avoid him, judging by the smug look on his face.
âNo! He- he wasnât so bad.â You protest, though the words ring unconvincingly in your own ears.
âTawtute, youâre so tight!â Neteyam gasps mockingly, lowering his voice into a dude-bro register that decidedly does not sound like Txetyo. âFuck, youâre so wet, Iâm gonna cumâ"
You squawk, hastily stepping forward to swat ineffectually at his shoulder. âWill you shut up, thatâs not whatââ
Neteyam grabs at your wrist when you smack his shoulders, his long fingers wrapping all the way around you before tugging. You stagger, pulled off balance as he tugs you onto the couch beside him. You end up with your limbs in an ungainly sprawl as you attempt to collect yourself beside him, flustered behind belief. He doesnât let go of your wrist.
âAnd heâ he made me finish, so.â You say lamely. Youâre sitting next to him. Why are you sitting next to him? You should be trying to shove him up off the couch and shoo him out the door.
âIâm pretty sure you made yourself come.â Neteyam corrects, his head tilting. His glossy braids spill over his shoulders, colourful beads clicking together. âWhich wouldnât have happened if I wasnât there, by the way.â
âExcuse me?â
âJust pointing out the obvious.â Neteyamâs smug little grin is growing, and he leans in a little closer. âI donât think you were enjoying it at all until I showed up.â
You gape at him, stunned.
âI- you-!â You stammer, your breath catching from the sheer swell of your indignation. Who does he think he is, showing up here all muscled and gorgeous like this only to embarrass you?
âSpeak for yourself!â You finally manage to splutter, trying to sit up on the couch; Neteyamâs grip on your wrist prevents you from going too far, so you give up and resign yourself to being stuck beside him until he grows bored of tormenting you. âTxetyo wasâ That was pretty much par for the course. I meanâ it wasnât unusual, sometimes thatâs just how sex goesââ
Neteyam sits up straight, so suddenly that it startles you. His brow is furrowed, his eyes flicking rapidly over your face as though heâs trying to assess if youâre being honest.
Heâs⊠heâs leaning in rather close to you. You blink at him, but donât move back. Itâs so rare for you to be around Neteyam without your respirator mask acting like a shield over your face, and you feel a little naked now without it.
âThat was a standard experience for you?â He asks, and his voice has⊠changed a little. That smug amusement on his face has vanished, replaced with what looks like bewilderment.
You scoff at his surprise, rolling your eyes. âShouldnât you know what my standard experience is? Youâve interrupted enough of them.â
He doesnât respond to your snarky remark. He just stares at you as if heâs examining you, and you shift awkwardly on the couch, unsure in the face of his scrutiny.
âWhat, youâre surprised that all men arenât sex gods?â You ask a little testily. âThey want to experiment with a Sky Person, and I like sex with Naâvi men, so⊠win-win.â
Neteyam just frowns, pulling back a little. âNo, thatâs not⊠I donât understand. Why do you spend time with them if they are not successful in pleasuring you?â
Boy, is that a loaded question. You donât want to explain to Neteyam that itâs not really about sex, that itâs more about a pathological need for physical connection and comfort, especially when you try your very hardest not to think about it yourself.
âMaybe Iâm just hoping one of them will really impress me.â You mumble, a little sourly. âI guess Iâll keep holding out hope.â
Neteyamâs ears flatten, pressing low against his head as his eyes widen a little. He shifts, his body looming over you like a big blue behemoth as the couch springs squeal beneath his weight.
âI could.â He says. âImpress you, I mean.â
You snort, glancing up at him with a wry sort of smile that falls off your face almost immediately when you see the look on Neteyamâs face. His expression is perfectly earnest, his jaw set and his pupils dilated with an odd sort of urgency that youâve never seen from him. He⊠he doesnât look as though heâs making fun of you at all.
âWhat?â You croak, blinking.
And then you realise what all this about. Neteyam is always so determined to prove himself, to be the best at everything. Heâs always pushed himself beyond his limits and worked himself to the bone to be stronger and faster and wiser, to be a better leader and a better hunter and a better fighter. You probably shouldnât even be surprised that now heâs decided to prove that heâs better than his peers at fucking you, too.
âThis is just a competition for you, isnât it?â You scoff, yanking your wrist out of his hand. He shifts forward on the couch then as though preparing to catch you if you move to run, but youâre not making any move to leave.
âNo. They are not worthy competitors.â Neteyam scoffs as if the question is absurd. âThis is to prove to you that you have been wasting your time with men who are not capable of pleasing you.â
You scoff again, but itâs a much weaker sound this time. âIââ
âYou have bad taste in men, paskalin.â Neteyam murmurs, shuffling closer on the ancient couch.
You stare up at him, your breath catching a little in your chest. God, heâs so much bigger than you. You hate that itâs making your body heat up, and you feel yourself growing wet as he leans in close, smelling like fresh water and the forest.
âAre you going to let me?â Neteyam whispers, reaching out to trace a finger along your jawline. âLet me prove myself.â
You should say no. You should tell him to leave, to get out. You should absolutely not feed into his own ego by fucking him.
âYes,â You breathe stupidly. âOkay.â
Youâre expecting him to grab you immediately and flip you around onto either your back or stomach; in all your previous experiences, youâve gotten right down to it with your partners. But to your surprise, Neteyam leans in and holds your hips with his big hands as he presses his mouth to yours in a kiss.
Kissing is not something that youâre used to; the Naâvi youâve hooked up with have stayed clear of the human outpost, unlike the Sully kids who had paid frequent visits, which means that all of your sexual encounters have occurred in the forest or in empty corners in the village with your respirator mask firmly attached to your face.
Now your face feels naked and vulnerable, and you gasp shakily against Neteyamâs mouth when he leans in and kisses you firmly.
Itâs slow and deep, at first. All-consuming. It lights a fire in your gut, which expands and spreads throughout your body.
Neteyam doesnât just kiss with his mouth, either. He kisses with his hands, his whole body. He clutches you to him, holding you close even as the force of his kiss bends you backward, your body pressing into the raggedy couch cushions.
At the same time, itâs all you can do to concentrate and respond to the kiss itself, your attention stretched and strained by the feeling of Neteyamâs hands running over you, stroking your sides and clutching your neck and squeezing your ass.
âHah,â You gasp out when Neteyamâs lips slide sideways to find the corner of your jaw. His mouth is hot against your skin, bruising, and youâre embarrassingly wet already, just from a little kissing.
Fuck, heâs a good kisser. Thatâs so annoying.
You run out of breath too fast, and you have to gasp. Neteyam breaks the kiss for barely even a second, and shifts some of his weight to his elbows as he follows you down onto the couch, nuzzling and nipping at your jaw before returning to your mouth.
Thereâs a hand on either side of your head during that blink-and-you-miss-it break in the kiss, but then he moves his big hands to hold onto your face like theyâre afraid youâll escape, and now they donât want to let go at all. One of his hands cups your jaw, the other clasping around the back of your neck and tilting your head farther back, deeper into the couch, opening you up. You think about the fact that he can thread his fingers together behind your head with his palms pressed to your cheeks and nearly moan like a whore into his mouth.
Neteyamâs eagerness surprises you. The kiss is messy and graceless and airless and greedy, frantic and full of teeth, and you can only roll your hips in reflex, in mindless desperation, in a feeble attempt to buck, your mind repeating a refrain of yes holy shit holy shit YES. You canât even squirm, because holy hot fuck Neteyam is heavy, and heâs got every inch of you covered and owned.
God, have you always been this easy? Just kiss you, feel you up a little and want you enough and youâll end up happily whimpering under someone on the couch? Even someone like Neteyam, who youâve been so resentful of for so long?
You spread your thighs, and Neteyamâs narrow hips slot into place like a damn puzzle piece. Neteyam hums a small laugh and pauses, pulls back an inch or so, gazing steadily at your lips and smoothing the tips of his thumbs back and forth over your cheekbones. He takes a moment to fumble with his respirator and takes a deep breath before dropping it and leaning down to kiss you again.
âOh, fuck.â You whimper, your eyes fluttering shut when his hips roll fluidly against you.
You pull back from the kiss, just enough to get a look at his face. His eyes are a little clouded, his lips puffy and spit-slicked. He looks dazed, and there's a thin line of saliva connecting your mouths together. His brow scrunches in a frown, as though you pulling away from him is a personal offence.
Oh god, you think. I'm so fucked.
The hand that had been cupping your cheek releases you, slides down your body as well. Your breath hitches when he passes over your breasts, drags down the plush skin of your belly, before reaching in between your thighs to cup at your pussy over your clothes. His hand tightens, grabbing you. Cunt, pubic bone, the whole shebang, all of it right there in the palm of Neteyamâs shockingly big hand.
âBedroom.â You gasp, your head spinning as he just holds your cunt over your denim shorts. âBedroom now.â
Neteyam grins, and wraps his arms around your waist to haul you into his arms before he lifts you off the couch and practically staggers down the hall. His excitement surprises you, and you cling to his neck as he ducks his way through the corridor.
Mercifully the outpost is quiet today, with most of its human occupants out in the forest or in the village â that means thereâs no one around the witness the sight of Neteyamâs enormous blue ass squeezing himself in through the small doorway of the closet-like bedroom youâd claimed for yourself, with you dangling from his arms like a doll.
Youâre still breathing hard when Neteyam clumsily gets the door shut before placing you on your squeaky old bed, following you down on it. Heâs careful not to crush you with the bulk of his body, instead resting his weight on his forearms where theyâre planted on either side of your head.
The consideration makes something squirm in your belly, and you reach up to intertwine your fingers at the back of his head and pull him down to resume kissing him.
Neteyam rolls his hips into yours, and you can feel the thick ridge of his erection pressing into the seam of your shorts, right over your clit. The sound you make is absolutely humiliating, and you will deny ever making it until your last breath, but you twitch as you try to catch that exact same friction again.
And fuck, kissing like this may be new to you, but you never want to stop. You didnât even know that kissing with tongue could feel so erotic; Neteyamâs hands are on your face again, angling you this way and that way and however the fuck Neteyam feels like angling you, and goddamn he must be doing it just because he can.
You try desperately to remember any little kissing tricks youâve learned and draw a pathetic blank. Luckily, Neteyam seems intent on showing off. His creativity is more than enough to occupy you both, and youâre too busy being excruciatingly horny to really be self-conscious anyway.
Besides, your next exhale is a chest-rattling groan, and if Neteyamâs immediate grunt of approval and slow thirsty grind against your trapped body is any indication, then you're doing just fine by his standards.
But then, to your absolute distress, Neteyam pulls away.
âHhh â Shit! Shit, hang on. Shit.â Neteyam hisses, turning his face away and levering himself up on his arms. Heâs breathing hard, and the sound of the English curse words falling out of his mouth in that strained tone of voice has your thighs squeezing together pathetically.
âWhat?â You ask, your voice sounding dazed and stupid even to your own ears.
Neteyam huffs out a few centering breaths and then shakes out his head to clear it. He fumbles for the respirator, takes several deep gulps of air before dropping it again. He angles his hips away from you for a moment, breathing steadily.
âWhyâd you stop?â You hate the way the words come out as a whine; you feel as though youâre losing your mind, as though youâre actually going to die if he doesnât keep kissing you.
Neteyam breathes out a quiet laugh, sounding a little disbelieving as he drops his forehead down to rest on your shoulder.
âFuck.â He whispers, but he doesnât answer your question. Instead, he pushes himself down your body, sliding between your legs.
When he tugs your shorts, you lift your hips eagerly to help him shuck your pants off. As heâs tugging at your panties, you work on yanking your oversized pyjama shirt off you. It feels as though the two of you are descending into a frenzy, touching and kissing and tearing at each other like animals.
When youâre naked beneath him you shiver, staring up at him in eager anticipation. You wait for him to come back up and kiss you, to take his own loincloth off and stick his cock into you, but he doesnât. Instead, his head bullies its way in between your thighs.
âNo,â You whine, making a face. You donât want him to waste time with eating you out when youâre ready now. âJust put it in.â
Neteyam shoots you a reproachful look as though he thinks youâre acting crazy. âYou said you would let me please you.â
âButââ You frown, feeling a little ridiculous for having this conversation when his big head is blinking up at you from between the pudge of your thighs. âYou donât have to. I donât enjoy getting head all that much anyway.â
But instead of changing his mind, that just makes him snort as though youâd told a damn joke.
âLet me show you, syulang.â He whispers, turning his head and brushing his lip over the soft skin of your inner thigh. He kisses you there, and then sucks a hickey-like bruise into the squidge there.
And damn, you canât turn him down.
âFine.â You sigh, a little irritated, and spread your legs wider so that Neteyam can muscle his way in.
He grins as if he knows something you donât, grabs your legs and pulls them so your thighs are hanging off his big broad shoulders. You can feel his warm breath ghosting over you between your legs, and you prepare to lie back and let him lick you down there until he deems youâre wet enough to start fucking you properly.
But then he actually gets his mouth on you, and⊠oh. Oh.
You tilt your head back, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. That feels⊠better than you had expected, actually.
Each of Neteyamâs movements are calculated, precise. He laps against your clit, then closes his lips and sucks. You nearly yelp, but manage to tamp down on your reaction and merely wheeze instead. Neteyam points his tongue and presses inside of you, sucks and licks like heâs actually eating something. At one point, he even bites, and you jerk so hard that you accidentally grind against his face.
Itâs not like any of the head you have ever received. Youâve enjoyed it before, sure, but itâs never felt like this, and itâs definitely never made you come. And yet, to your honest surprise, you can feel a familiar coil of tension beginning to build deep in your abdomen.
âOh god.â You breathe, sounding a little bewildered.
You feel his tongue against your clit again, hardly noticing that his hands are gripping at your ass until he yanks you forward as he buries his whole damn face between your legs. His fingers return, delving into you, deep and searching. His mouth works against your clit and it feels like youâre being squeezed between the kinds of pleasure, worshipped and wrung out and attacked all at once.
âNeteyam,â You gasp like a fool. âOh, what the fuck, itâ Neteyam, hang on, itâs tooââ
Neteyam is still devouring you, sucking hard and persistent until you cry out. You try to clench your thighs around his head as he laps at you like a man starved, but his hands are still on your thighs, locking you in an iron grip, keeping you spread wide for him, and you can hardly breath because every time you think to try and take a breath his tongue is moving over your clit again and heâs sucking against you.
Your head swims, and you wonder why on earth you had been so resistant to allow him to make you feel good like this. Fuck, have you just been getting really bad head this whole time? You didnât even know it could feel like this.
Your heels are digging into his back, and the closer he brings you to the edge the harder your thighs clamp around his head. He barely seems to notice the force youâre exerting, merely groaning to himself everytime you squeeze tighter.
Your thoughts splinter and unravel, and you can do nothing but buck uselessly against his hold, desperately chasing more of his lips and his tongue.
âOh god, oh god, oh god.â You chant, eyes squeezed shut tight as you whine.
He's just so good with his tongue, and youâve never felt like this in your life. It feels as though you can't breathe properly, as though youâre melting from the inside out. None of those awkward, fumbling sexual encounters with those other Naâvi ever had you feeling like this.
Your breasts are heaving with the effort it takes just to breathe through the white hot pleasure crashing through you, and you stare down at him with wide eyes as he suckles again at your clit. When he sees you looking down at him, he throws you a cheeky wink as he laps at you.
You let out a helpless, gasping laugh at him, your hands clenching compulsively in his braids. Your giggle has him pulling back a little so he can look up at you properly; the grin he shoots you is extra shiny thanks to the fact that the lower half of his face is covered in his spit and your own slick, but he looks dopey and happy.
You manage one word, on a long and broken moan- âPlease!â
Neteyam laughs quietly, the sound vibrating through his lips and into your pussy, but then his tongue is on your clit again, sucking you into his mouth, and youâre shattering around him as he finally pushed you over that edge youâve been teetering on.
You keen and shake violently, spasming around Neteyamâs fingers and jerking into his mouth, coming so hard that you see black spots in your vision. Neteyam doesnât let up, pulling broken moans out of you with tongue until youâre writhing.
You squirm and whimper until suddenly itâs too damn much, and then youâre reaching down to push at Neteyamâs neat braids to try to get away from his relentless tongue. Damn, heâs acting like heâs hungry for you, like heâd swallow you whole if he could. He doesnât let up until youâre begging him to, albeit wordlessly â whimpering and shoving at his face, trying to arch away from the too-sensitive touch.
Finally, Neteyam relents. He lowers your legs from his shoulders and you practically crumple, going limp against your mattress. Neteyamâs face is wet and shiny, and he looks ridiculously smug. Youâre still trembling, throbbing with the aftershocks.
âMm, you sound so pretty.â Neteyam murmurs, his words coming out muffled and almost slurred as though heâs drunk.
âFuck.â You whisper to yourself, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes as you struggle to catch your breath.
Neteyam hums, pressing kisses all over your pubic mound and lower belly. He seems so damn pleased with himself, pushing himself up your body so that he can nuzzle into your neck, pressing sweet nipping kisses to your throat.
His breathing is a little strained, and you grab blindly at the respirator hanging around his neck before bringing the mask up to his face.
âBreathe, Neteyam.â You gasp out, still a little breathless yourself.
He grunts, as though irritated over something of secondary importance, and takes a couple of deep breaths before dropping the mask again. His pupils are blown so wide that his iris is barely visible, just a thin ring of gold around a pool of black.
You laugh, panting and overwhelmed at the sight of his shiny face, and reach up to wipe his slick face with the palms of your hands. He huffs a quiet laugh of his own, turning his face towards your hands and nuzzling against you like an oversized cat.
âThat was⊠that was better than I expected.â You say, still struggling to collect yourself.
Neteyamâs smile turns a little sly, his teeth flashing as he kisses at your palms. âImpressed?â
And you canât help but laugh at that, feeling as though this whole situation is spinning around far beyond your wildest imagination. Fuck, heâs really giving his all to this, just to prove to you that heâs superior to the other men of the clan.
âNot yet.â You whisper, biting your lip and hoping that he takes it as the challenge/invitation you mean it to be.
And luckily he does, his smile only growing.
âI should keep going then.â He murmurs, his hands stroking up your sides.
He gently caresses both breasts, a little knead of big, rough hands that can cover much more than just one tit and you love it. Your back arches as you shiver, revelling in how bizarrely gentle heâs being with you.
âYes,â You whisper eagerly, your legs spreading further until the muscles of your inner thighs are burning with the strain of it. âYou definitely should.â
You reach out to tug at the band of his loincloth, your fingers actually trembling a little as you try to unknot it at the sides. Neteyamâs own breath hitches, and his much more nimble fingers reach to help you untie it and draw it away.
And fuck, now heâs naked too. You sit up eagerly, peering down between your bodies to try and catch a look at him properly. You may have touched him that day in the healing hut, but itâs completely different seeing him.
Heâs big. So big. All the Naâvi are big when compared to you, of course, but this just⊠it feels different, because this is Neteyam. His cock is the same pretty blue shade as the rest of him, decorated with darker stripes and pretty glowing tanhĂŹ. Your heart thumps recklessly at sight of it twitching towards his belly, and you reach out towards it eagerly.
Your small fingers wrap around the hard length of him â heâs too thick for you to comfortably hold in one hand, but that doesnât seem to matter because he groans appreciatively anyway when you run your fingers down his length and then back up, feeling warm and sticky precome gushing from the tip to coat your fingers.
âAh!â Neteyam groans breathily, his hips rocking as your hand slides up the long, velvety length of him. âFuck⊠so good.â
You feel like youâre burning up, your skin sweat-slick and far too hot. The weight of his cock in your hand has your head spinning; you want him inside of you, stretching you wide and fucking you deep. If he fucks as good as he eats pussy, you feel like youâre in for a very good time.
âCâmon,â You breathe, writhing a little. âYouâ you promised me that youâd.. That you wouldâŠâ
âMm, I promised Iâd make you feel better than Txetyo ever could,â Neteyam finishes for you, leaning in to kiss your neck. âYou like âem big and stupid, huh? Thatâs why they canât please you, syulang.â
You toss your head back, your eyes fluttering shut as his sharp canines drag over the sensitive skin at the side of your throat. Fuck, maybe heâs right. None of those guys have ever made you feel this good before; you donât think youâve ever been this slick and eager in your whole life.
âGod, you have such a big head,â You huff, quivering. âMaybe youâre big and stupid too.â
He just laughs at that, a dark chuckle that has your nerves buzzing, and leans down to nip at your shoulder hard enough to make you jerk beneath him. âI am not like Txetyo, or Artâalak, or Pewalsku, or Urtiltey.â
You scoff, before reaching up to push hard at his shoulders. Youâre not actually strong enough to shift him, but he pulls back obediently, falling back to lay on his back on the bed. You rise up on your knees then, looming over him as he lays flat.
The way Neteyam is looking up at you, itâs like heâs seeing god. If he could worship you with just a look alone, he is. Itâs a little overwhelming, and you feel something deep in your stomach knot just at the sight of him looking at you like that.
âPrettiest little thing Iâve ever seen.â Neteyam whispers, reaching out to grip at your hips, guiding you into straddling his lap.
You donât think anyone has ever talked to you like this, or looked at you like this. You hardly know what to do in the face of his attention, so you revert to what youâre familiar with; you settle yourself against his lap and grind there, feeling the length of his cock glide along the seam of your cunt.
It feels as though your belly has been set alight, and you take a slow breath as you rock against him. His lips drag from the base of your throat up the length of your neck, then he nips gently at the hinge of your jaw. The softness of his breath against the sensitive skin of your throat elicits a shiver from you, and Neteyamâs hands pull you closer when he feels your reaction.
You make a soft sound against his mouth when his fingers clench tight around your hips. His hold on you encourages you to grind down against him. It's not as though you really need the encouragement, but the way his eyes darken as he stares up at you is enough motivation for you to tilt your hips and grind down just like he wants you to.
"Fuck." He breathes, his eyes going half-lidded as he tilts his head back against your bed to watch you move above him.
Heat is growing alarmingly quickly in your lower belly and at the apex of your thighs, and you tremble over Neteyam as you use your grip on his shoulders for leverage. The soft sounds of pleasure that are pulled out of his throat every time you roll yourself against him send sparks through your entire nervous system; it feels as though you just can't get close enough to him.
Your patience runs out, unable to keep up the teasing; Neteyam seems to feel much the same. When you raise yourself up, chest heaving, Neteyam grabs at his cock and holds it still to allow you to settle against it, the head notched against your entrance. He glides over the opening again, pressing in the barest amount. You can already tell itâs going to be a stretch. Neteyam is thick, and you want it in you, want to feel it pressing you open.
You clench around the head of his cock, trying to pull him in, and Neyeyam groans.
âYouâreââ He starts to say, his big hands clutching at your hips. âShit. Youâre tighter than I even imagined, paskalin.â
The idea that he might have imagined this is almost more than you can take, and you surge forward to kiss him again, your mouths clashing clumsily.
âYouâyou thought about it?â You manage to say, your words coming out a little muffled as he sucks at your lower lip.
He just rumbles a laugh, as though your question is ridiculous, and doesnât even bother answering. Instead he places one hand securely under your ass, the other adjusting himselfâthereâs a short, sharp burst of pain as you felt him start to push in, just the tip and your head is spinning. Your nails are digging into his shoulders but if he feels anything it doesnât show.
He kisses your cheek and then pushes in a little deeper as his mouth falls to yours once moreâswallowing up your sharp cry as another inch sinks into you, and you feel like youâre splitting open.
Fuck, you feel as though not grabbing lube was probably a mistake; you were too cocky, too confident in your ability to take him, so sure that heâd be as adequately satisfactory as the other Naâvi men youâve been with.
He goes in and in and in, pressing farther into you than you even thought was possible. The stretch and the pressure inside you is glorious, so tight that you can barely even flex around him. His mouth is open, each breath escaping him quickly, and you can see your own amazement reflected back to you on Neteyamâs face.
You dig your nails into his shoulders to offset the pain radiating through your core as he shoves himself deeper into you, chased by another wave of warmth as his free hand move between you, thumb settling gently over your clit.
âOhmygod,â You gasp, pleasure mixing with that burning ache. You squeal, but your noises are half-moans as you try to rock your hips against his hand even as you try to ease the feeling of his girth inside you.
âUngh..â Neteyam groans into you shoulder as he rocks another inch into you, until youâre sobbing and moaning by turns. âOh. Fuck. Txetyo didnât deserve this, syulang. Didnât know what to do with you.â
You whimper in his grip as he just holds you there, buried to the hilt, thumb still working at your clit and sending frissons of electricity up and down your spine.
âFeels good,â You slur. âYou feel good.â
Neteyam pulls out half an inch and fucks back into you from below, making your breath hitch. âYeah?â
âSo big,â You gasp. âI-I wantâ"
âI know, I know. Iâve got you,â Neteyam rumbles, his full lips brushing gentle kisses over your temple, right in your hairline. âTake what you want, lovely girl.â
And you do, rocking your hips and taking one of his enormous hands to pull between your legs so he can continue to rub at your clit with his fingers, so he can feel all the ways youâre leaking onto him as you lean forward to run your own hungry mouth along his collarbone, his pecs, as your hands grip his shoulders to try and lift yourself up and onto him over and over again.
It doesnât take long for that coil in your belly to swell, sweet and hot. Itâs as if Neteyam is intimately familiar with the way you want him to rub your clit, how you want it pinched but only just so between two fingers, as if heâs been taking fucking notes all those times he had walked in and interrupted you. It doesnât take long until youâre trembling and squeezing impossibly tight around him, taut like a violin string.
Itâs like Neteyam is puncturing your lungs, and every time he fucks into you, you respond with stupid sounding little âahâ sounds.
âAh, ah, ah!â You gasp, teary-eyed and desperate. Neteyamâs mouth is parted, his eyes wide. They flick over you quickly, drinking you in as you ride him.
Your movements are slow to build, but gradually you establish a steady, desperate rocking. It doesn't take long for you to realise that grinding in his lap feels better than raising yourself all the way up and down. Distantly, you feel little guilty â you know that grinding and rocking in his lap in the way that you are feels better for you than it does for Neteyam, but he doesn't seem to mind. He's watching you with a rapturous expression, his arms urging you closer so that your sweat-slicked chests are pressed close together and your foreheads are resting against each other.
You find a rhythm that both satisfies and stokes you, riding him with abandon as your thighs clench tight around his narrow hips. Neteyamâs hands slide from your hips down over your lower back, worshipful as they drift lower to clutch at your ass and use his grip there to help lift you up and down.
You ride him with mindless intent. His fingers dig at the meat of your ass, his mouth dropped softly open as he fights to keep his own breaths even â it takes a long moment for you to realise that he's fighting to keep himself still and to stop himself from thrusting wildly into you. His restraint and the realisation that he's really allowing you to have all the power in the exchange strikes you hard. Youâve never felt any real sense of agency in sexual intimacy until now, and the realisation that he's being so considerate of how youâre feeling only contributes to the intensifying of those flutters in your belly.
The rush builds in you, relentless, mounting with every jerk of your hips. There would be no catching your breath until it broke.
You rock on him, hard, hard and fast and there, there it is, thatâs it â that perfect deep unfurling. A moan rises from the depths of your chest as you gasp at it, your body trembling. Neteyam just stares up at you, mouth open, eyes gone wide and dark.
The wave crests, the world explodes around you, a kaleidoscope of sensation as you come undone in his arms, trembling even as he keeps sliding home into you. You keep moving over him through the ebb of it, through the helpless little sounds that break from his throat. Youâre still shuddering when he reaches up to take a firm hold of your waist. As though he can't help himself, his hips thrust up into you.
âYes,â Neteyam hisses, his flat nose all scrunched up in a feral sort of pleasure. âThatâs my girl.â
You tremble, gasp-moaning as your joints turn to jelly. Your orgasm very slowly gives way to thunderous aftershocks that rocket through your body every few seconds, shuddering your whole frame in intervals.
"Fuck," He groans, his breathing gone ragged. "I'm going to-"
He doesn't even finish his sentence before he seems to lose some of that iron control he's been exerting; his hips jolt up into you, and then again, until he's thrusting up into you with a sense of urgency that's almost breath-taking. All you can do is cling onto his hair and bury your face into the crook of his neck, attempting to muffle the embarrassing little gasping sounds that youâre making into his skin as his fucking into you prolongs the breath-taking pleasure of your orgasm.
You donât fuss when his big hands use his grip on your ass to lift you up himself, fucking up into you and letting loose. Then he's shaking, stilling, spilling himself inside you, and you watch eagerly as his face goes slack and relaxed.
You don't go still immediately. Your hips keep rolling slow and steady as you tremble against him, chasing that feeling of molten shivery pleasure that's still burning in your belly even as it starts to turn into almost unbearable oversensitivity. It's not a fully conscious movement, as youâre moving mostly on instinct, and after a few moments Neteyam takes a hold of your hips to slow you to a stop.
He stays inside you like this for what feels like an eternity, spent and nestled deep inside you as you sit in his lap, slumped against his large strong chest.
"Oh my god," You whisper eventually as another pleasant shudder jolts down your spine. It feels as though youâve been kicked in the chest, as though the breath has been knocked out of you entirely to make room for the lovely floaty lightness that's beginning to fill the space between your ribcageâ
"Mm." Neteyam hums quietly, his fingers tightening in the soft flesh of your hips as he tilts his chin up to brush his lips over your sweaty temple. "Alright?â
No, You think, with no small amount of panic. Youâre absolutely not alright. Neteyam may have just been fucking you to prove a point, because itâs always been so important to him that heâs perfect at everything he tries his hand at, but it feels as though heâs just cracked you wide open. You donât think anyone will ever make you feel as good as he just did.
When you donât immediately answer, one of his big palms cups the back of your neck so he can tilt your head back, and he leans down to kiss you again. He sucks your swollen bottom lip into his mouth so he can worry at it while you whine, toes curled where you tucked them under your legs, balanced on his thighs.
"Impressed?â He murmurs into your ear, his warm, dry hands stroking soothingly over your sweat-dampened skin.
You laugh despite yourself, and it comes out breathless and broken. âFuck. Iâyeah. Yeah. Iâm impressed. Asshole.â
Neteyamâs expression brightens, his ears twitch back as his smile grows. He leans in and kisses you again, once, twice, then three times in quick succession, and out of the corner of your eye you see his tail coiling lazily against your sheets.
âFeel like I need to lay down,â You say. âFor a week maybe.â
Neteyam just chuckles as you slowly lift your hips; when Neteyam slides out of you a soft sound of loss escapes from his mouth. You sympathise â you feel uncomfortably empty now that he's no longer nestled inside of you, but Neteyam is already gathering you into his arms and flopping back onto your mattress with you all curled up ontop of his chest.
It all feels so natural â youâve never cuddled after intimacy like this, and you never would have imagined that Neteyam would allow you to do this. But it seems like he craves physical touch as badly as you does, because it feels as though his hands are everywhere as he holds you.
"Don't look so pleased with yourself, dickhead." You grumble, though youâre already relaxing under the pleasant warm weight of his hands
Neteyamâs smile only grows. "Why shouldn't I be pleased with myself? Have I left you unsatisfied?
You groan loudly, before burying your face in the pillow. The worst part is that it's true â youâve never felt so satisfied in your life. You think that you could close your eyes and cheerfully float away on a cloud, but you don't want to suffer the humiliation of admitting that.
âIâm satisfied.â You admit, mortified. âItâ yeah. You won that stupid competition. Well done.â
That has exactly the effect you had expected it to have; Neteyamâs chest puffs up where youâre laying across it, his eyes crinkling up as he grins. God, heâs so fucking smug.
You manage to swallow down your embarrassment so that you can ask the question thatâs been knocking around your head since the first time he had kissed you.
âCan we⊠do that again, sometime?â You mutter, keeping your face pressed into his chest so he canât see the vulnerability on your face.
Neteyamâs chest rumbles in a deep laugh, and his large palm settles between your shoulderblades.
âWhenever you want, yawntutsyĂŹp. We have all the time in the world.â He murmurs, nuzzling his face into your hair. âWhere ever you want. Here, the forest, my hut in the villageââ
You laugh, blinking in surprise at his eagerness. You guess he must be absolutely pussy-whipped right now, which is pretty sweet.
âNext time we mate, weâll do it in the forest so Txetyo can find us.â He says, and you can feel his teeth against the top of your head when he grins. âLet him watch as I make you scream again.â
"I did not scream!" You snap, embarrassed, reaching to smack at his chest. But then his words actually parse in your head, and you push yourself up quickly on top of his chest so you can look down at him, wincing a little at the ache between your legs.
Neteyam obviously catches your wince because he frowns and one of his hands reaches for your thigh, but you grab at his wrist as you gape at him.
âWhat the fuck did you just say?â You blurt.
That must have been a slip of his tongue. Every man youâve been with before has been so damn careful to avoid the term mating, obviously terrified of you somehow getting the wrong idea; they made it painfully clear that it was just fucking, with no strings attached, because you were small and exotic and apparently the tightest thing theyâve ever gotten to put their dicks into.
Neteyam blinks owlishly, as though confused by your response. âWhat?â He asks, before his face relaxes. âAh, itâs only the thought of me watching that does it for you?â
âNo, itââ You blink at him. âYou said⊠you said next time we⊠we mate.â
âYes.â He says, wrapping one big arm around your waist to tug you back to him, as though he doesnât like the fact that youâre shifting away. âI enjoyed mating here, where I can kiss your face, but it is very...â
He pauses then, and glances around your room. For the first time, you see it through his eyes; itâs small and dingy, the electric lights buzzing and flickering as they run on the ancient generator that Norm and a couple of the other older scientists had dragged from Bridgehead. Even though heâs gotten comfortable cuddling you on your bed, itâs far too small for him; his legs are hanging off the end of it, his feet flat against the floor. Compared to the fantastical natural homes of the Naâvi, your little bedroom seems like a shithole.
âYou will be more comfortable in my hut in the village.â Neteyam says decisively, using the arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to his chest again. âI wish to take you in the forest, at Vitrautral, as is tradition.â
âMating.â You repeat, just to check if you had heard him right. âWeâthat was mating.â
âMhmm.â Neteyamâs hum sounds casual enough, but you can see the ridiculously pleased wave of his tail in the air behind him. âI told you that you were wasting time with those skxawngs, but I did not mind waiting for you. I did not like hearing them talk about you, about how you felt and how they pleased you, but⊠I knew I could prove myself a better prospect than all of them.â
âButââ Youâre still struggling with this, staring at him with a bewildered expression. âBut itâthat was sex. It wasnâtââ
âI will take you to Vitrautral tomorrow, and mate you properly,â Neteyam murmurs, and you feel his big chest rumble beneath you in a pleased purr at the idea. âYou do not need any other now. Yes?â
It feels almost too good to be true. Almost. Because damn, you want that so badly that it actually aches. After so many years of craving intimacy of any kind, it seems shockingly unlikely that itâs being offered by Neteyam, the very personification of an Omaticayan golden child. How have you gone from getting fucking in empty corners and deep in the forest to having the Oloâeyktanâs son talk about mating you?
You think of the herbs and plants he always brings to the healing hut, the bones and fibres he forages, the food he brings you after hunts. You had always thought he was just shoving how great he was in your face, but now all of that is starting to rearrange itself inside your head. Was he seriously just trying to impress you?
You laugh a little disbelievingly, and Neteyamâs arm tightens around you.
âI have a necklace,â He murmurs, nuzzling against your forehead. âMade with freshwater pearls from the ocean. I was going to give it to you earlier butâwe got distracted. It is in my tewngââ
âGet it later,â You whisper, clinging to his chest. Youâre so comfortable, you donât want to move, just in case the moment slips away forever. He made you a necklace. Fuck, he made you a necklace! Youâve only ever seen Naâvi mating gifts from a distance; the thought of receiving one is beyond anything youâve ever imagined.
Neteyamâs chest seems to swell, his expression brightening the moment you cling to him. He hugs you close, his purr now reminiscent of a damn chainsaw as he curls his whole big body around you.
Taking a chance, you do something that youâve always sort of wanted to do, ever since you found out what it was; you reach behind him and take his kuru in your hand, feeling the thick, glossy protective braid in your fingers.
Neteyam shudders under you, his rumbling purr stuttering a little as his eyelids flitter, his eyes going dark. He doesnât stop you, watching you with lightly parted lips as your hand closes around the most sacred, sensitive part of him.
âThis is okay?â You whisper, your vulnerability clear in your voice.
âOf course,â He whispers back, as though the moment is a soap bubble that could burst at a slightly raised voice. âIt is yours, syulang.â
Emboldened, you drag your fist down the glossy braid until you reach the end, where the glowing tendrils that make up the exposed manifestation of his nervous system. The fleshy pink tendrils writhe in the air, and you watch in eager amazement. Youâve only ever seen diagrams of this part of the Naâvi anatomy, and you want so badly to touch it.
âYou can play with it all you want,â Neteyam murmurs, and his voice is breathless.
You breathe a laugh, glancing up at him with a little grin. His pupils are blown, his lips parted, his chest heaving. You want to gnaw on his ribs, swallow him whole; heâs so cute.
âIâll save that for tomorrow,â You whisper, the words ringing like a promise.
Neteyam looks briefly disappointed, before his mood is promptly buoyed at the thought of mating you again at the Tree of Souls, as he had promised you. He buries his face happily in your neck as you pet absently at the protective braid covering his kuru. Itâs a non-sexual touch, and yet he goes entirely boneless, purring up a storm as you stroke your hand over it.
âTold you those others could not please you, paskalin,â He murmurs, his words slurring a little as his eyelids flutter with every soft touch to his kuru. âTold you they did not know what to do with you.â
You roll your eyes, but you canât help the fond smile pulling at your mouth.
âMm. You did. Guess I needed someone like you, huh? A mighty warrior?â You say, teasing him with that silly little nickname he always called himself when you were a teenager. At the time you had thought he was so annoying, but now, looking back⊠youâre willing to admit it was pretty adorable.
Neteyamâs drowsy face pulls up in a sweet smile, his flat nose brushing against your collarbones. It seems like heâs pleased you remembered, or maybe heâs pleased that youâre impressed with him.
He kisses your neck, then mumbles sleepily, âThe mightiest.â
đ pairing: neteyam x human fem reader
đtags: nsfw, aged up neteyam (obviously), jealousy, alien cultural misunderstandings, oral sex (f receiving) vaginal sex, size kink, voyeurism, brief na'vi oc x reader, mentions of reader sleeping with other na'vi men
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notes: okay i had to split this into two parts because it surpassed the tumblr word limit đ hereâs part 1, and Iâll post part 2 in a day or two!
adult neteyam art created by the incredibly talented @cinetrix, whose work motivated me to write for adult neteyam in the first place!!
The tsahĂŹkâs hut is cool and dark, offering a much needed reprieve from the hot balmy air of the day outside. Itâs been a quiet day for you, though you canât complain about that; itâs a pleasant change of pace from the usual hectic rush of people that usually pass through.
Itâs one of the rare days that Moâat has left you to tend to the duties of the healing hut alone; it had taken years to reach this level of trust with her, and you find yourself almost deliriously proud to be able to help out. Naâvi medicinal practices are very different to human ones, but your training in first-aid has given you enough knowledge and experience to hold your own when it comes to helping out with the smaller day-to-day ailments that tend to pass through the healing hut.
Besides, youâre always happy to give Moâat a break. She had claimed that she needed time to commune with Eywa, though secretly you suspect that she just likes to take some time to herself in her old age. But thatâs fine â youâve always found helping out in the healing hut soothing, and your heart swells at the fact that Moâat trusts you enough to leave you in charge, even if itâs only for a few hours.
It also helps when your patient is a big, hunky alien warrior with more muscles than brains, who sits in front of you as you smear a herbal paste over the scratches he had gotten in training earlier that day.
Txeyto is not an easy patient; he flinches when you prod his wounds, whines when you clean them, and complains as you smear the paste on his scrapes. Itâs a little irritating, but the sight of his big broad shoulders and chiselled abdomen is enough to soothe the worst of your aggravation.
âAre you nearly finished?â Txeyto complains, flinching away from your fingers once more.
You bite your tongue and force a smile. Patience has never been your strong suit, and Txeyto is certainly testing the short reserves you have left. But heâs very handsome, and very skilled at archery, and you feel that his physical attractiveness outweighs the minor personality flaws.
âYes, just another few moments.â You murmur, keeping your voice low and soothing as though speaking to a child.
Txeyto settles a little when you use the baby voice on him, and you struggle to keep your face blank at the ridiculousness of it all. Men are such children, even the big strong Naâvi warriors that should be above such behaviour. Heâs lucky heâs handsome.
âHow did you get these injuries, hm?â You ask, using a light touch to dab some of Moâatâs specially formulated healing paste onto his scrapes. You keep your fingers as gentle as possible, but Txetyo still winces dramatically.
He perks up at your question, his tails swaying low over the floor where youâre both sat cross-legged. âI have been training very hard. I am one of the best archers in the village now.â
âNo doubt.â You murmur distractedly as you work.
âBut it is important for a tsamsiyu to be competent in many forms of combat, so I must practice my hand-to-hand combat also,â Txetyo continues, apparently forgetting to wince now that heâs talking. âNeteyam has been helping me train.â
Ah. You canât help the face you make at that, and youâre thankful that Txeytoâs back is facing you so that he canât see your expression. You also canât help the way you cast a quick glance towards the entrance to the hut, as though worried that simply speaking the name aloud will summon Toruk Maktoâs eldest son.
âIs that right?â You say, keeping your tone carefully neutral. âSo, heâs the one that got you all scraped up like this?â
Txetyoâs shoulders flex under your hands, and you realise without looking at his face that youâve stung his pride.
âI scraped him up also.â He grumbles, shifting to try and peer over his shoulder. âThey are wounds to be proud of, as I got them in combat.â
You donât think that a couple of minor scratches from wrestling around in the mud with one of the villageâs biggest dickheads count as combat wounds, but you donât argue. You just hum non-committedly, paying more attention to his bruises than is entirely necessary.
âYou should be careful,â You say instead, running your fingers carefully over one of the bruises discolouring the pretty blue skin of his defined bicep. âItâs a shame to see these lovely muscles all bruised up.â
Thereâs a long momentâs pause. It seems as though the cogs in Txetyoâs head are working slowly, because he seems to be struggling to understand your flirty tone of voice. But when it finally seems to click, he turns his head to peer at you with wide, curious eyes.
âAh,â He says, his shoulders squaring as he seems to preen. âYou like them?â
God, he really is a little dumb. But thatâs okay. You donât necessarily need a man with brains.
âMhmm,â You hum, allowing your hand to rest on the bulge of his bicep. âI like strong men.â
Thatâs true, if a little bit of an oversimplification. Youâve lived as a human on Pandora your whole life, but it was only in recent years since youâve reached adulthood that youâve started really paying attention to the people around you. And good lord, you had some impressive specimens to look at.
You find yourself drawn to their athletic and toned bodies, their radiant blue skin, their cat-like grace and agility. Maybe itâs because you had grown up on Pandora with no humans your age other than Spider, but you find yourself especially drawn to your size. The sheer size of their hands alone are enough to fluster you, especially when your brain is flooded with images of those big hands in other contexts.
And luckily for you, thereâs no shortage of Naâvi that are interested in experimenting with humans, too.
Txetyo visibly perks up, his ears twitching forward as he finally seems to notice the way your much smaller hands are lingering on his body as you patch him up.
âI am very strong.â He says, tail thumping against the ground.
You fight the urge to sigh. Heâll never make a great conversationalist, but thatâs alright. Heâs big and strong and handsome, and you just want to relieve some tension.
âI know.â You murmur, your lips quirking a little as you shuffle around so that youâre kneeling in front of him, your knees pressed close to his thighs. âBut I could still kiss your scratches better, if youâd like.â
Kissing wounds better is definitely a human colloquialism that Txetyo doesnât understand, judging by the furrow of his brow, but he doesnât seem to care. He reaches out and wraps a big hand around your waist, and you feel a pulse of arousal low in your belly in response.
âYou like my muscles so much that treating my wounds has aroused you?â He asks, the smugness in his voice impossible to miss.
His pompousness is a little irritating, but you can ignore that because his hands are big and warm and itâs exciting to feel his palm start to push its way under your cotton tank top. The few Naâvi men youâve been with before had been absolutely fascinated with the soft squishiness of your human breasts, so your breath hitches in anticipation as his hand reaches up to grope at your tits over your bra.
Okay, you can probably admit that youâre a little pent up. Itâs probably a terrible idea to allow Txetyo to feel you up like this in the middle of the healing hut, but youâre horny.
If youâre telling the truth, youâve been hoping for a chance like this all week â but thereâs one thing, one irritation, that has been preventing you by interrupting every damn chance youâve gotten alone with any man.
In fact, youâve been interrupted so often and so many times that youâre almost expecting it, even as Txetyoâs big hands squeeze at your tits. Heâs a little rough with it, but heâs so much bigger than you that you suppose thatâs unavoidable â besides, his strength only adds to the thrill.
Then, just like clockwork, as though thereâs some kind of sensor that goes off whenever youâre about to get some, thereâs a rustling sound by the entrance of the hut before the little woven drape covering the doorway is pulled back.
And then, who else would be standing there, but Neteyam. One of the few people on the whole planet that can actually ruin your whole day just by showing his stupid face.
His eyes find you, but his expression doesnât change as he glances over your flustered expression and the hand that Txetyo still has shoved up your top. He tilts his head, and it feels as though heâs examining every damn detail all at once; the ointment smeared all over Txetyoâs bruises from training, the way youâve shuffled so close to Txetyo that youâre practically straddling his thigh, your unsteady breathing behind your mask.
âAh. Am I interrupting?â He asks with a hint of wry humour to his voice, as though he hasnât interrupted every attempt at getting laid youâve made this month.
It has to be on purpose. That, or he has some sort of nearly supernatural sense for when youâre horny, because he always seems to show up every goddamned time. Somehow itâs gotten worse in the last few weeks, too. Youâve barely been able to get a moment alone with whoever youâve been chatting up before Neteyam has appeared, snapping at them to get back to training or duties or whatever lousy excuse heâs been able to come up with in the moment.
âWhat do you want?â You snap, impatient and too strung tight to waste your energy on pretending at politeness.
A very delayed reaction finally hits Txetyo, and he scrambles to remove his hand from the inside of your top. His hand alone is so large that the outline of it is painfully obvious even through your shirt, and you close your eyes with a sigh as he clumsily pushes himself away from you in a rather ungainly attempt at pretending nothing was going on.
âNeteyam!â He blurts, his ears flattening against his skull. Heâs clearly mortified at being caught in such a position by Toruk Maktoâs son, and he overcompensates by attempting to scoot away as though he hadnât even been touching you.
You try not to roll your eyes â youâre used to this, after all. Youâve been with several Naâvi men, but they all seem to have the same sort of embarrassment about actually being open with the fact that theyâve hooked up with you. You canât be all that annoyed about it, you suppose. You understand where itâs coming from. Youâve been around the Omaticaya your whole life, and while the taboo of having Sky People around has faded somewhat, that doesnât mean that anyone is actually willing to admit that theyâve been with you.
Youâre used to it. Itâs fine. Youâre just a little mortified that Neteyam is currently witnessing the scramble for Txetyo to get away from you.
Heâs watching the other man with his head still tilted to the side, his big golden eyes dark in the cool shade of the hut. A muscle in his jaw is flexing, like heâs trying not to laugh.
âI will- I will see you later?â Txetyo whispers to you as he stands. He probably intended for his voice to be low enough that it stayed between just you and him, but the hut is quiet enough that thereâs no doubt Neteyam can hear him just fine.
âMhm. Yeah.â You murmur back, watching Txetyoâs big broad back as he steps away from you, all hasty and flustered.
Txetyo gets as far as Neteyam, whoâs still standing with his arms crossed in the doorway. Neteyam doesnât so much as shift, his eyes dragging with lazy satisfaction over the myriad of scrapes and bruises that he had left on Txetyo during their sparring earlier.
Txetyo shifts on his feet, visibly nervous in the face of his future chiefâs judgement. âAh⊠Will we train again tomorrow, Neteyam?â
Neteyam hums non-committedly, before finally stepping away from the doorway. He brushes past Txetyo, and you wonder if heâs always so dismissive of his fellow warriors or if heâs just being an even bigger dickhead today for some reason.
âWe will see.â Neteyam says shortly, though heâs not even looking Txetyoâs way.
Taking that as the dismissal it so clearly is, Txetyo nods awkwardly before disappearing out of the hut, leaving you and Neteyam alone.
For a long moment, you do your best to avoid looking up. Youâre beyond irritated right now, made so much worse by the fact that your panties are kind of wet and youâre so fucking desperate for attention right now. The little wooden bowls knock together clumsily as you try to arrange them without looking up, but it becomes difficult when Neteyam lowers himself down to sit opposite you.
âThe tsahĂŹkâs hut is a bold place for such activities.â He says, and you donât have to look up to know that thereâs a stupid smug look on his face. âWhat would my grandmother think?â
As he sits down, he places a woven bag by your knee. You donât need to look at it to know what it is; heâs always bringing stuff to the healing hut for his grandmother. Herbs or medicinal plants, fibres for weaving bandages, even animal bones that he had whittled down for needles for suturing.
Even you can grudgingly admit itâs thoughtful; but he only ever seems to bring it when youâre around. Itâs like he just wants to rub it in your face that he excels at everything he does â itâs extremely annoying.
You finally look up, your face already scrunched in a scowl. âWhat do you want?â
He raises his hairless brows at you, an expression he no doubt learned from his father. âI would like my cuts from training treated. What else would I be here for?â
And now you know that heâs just messing with you, because while Txetyo was covered in bruises and abrasions from his tough training session earlier, Neteyam doesnât have a single visible scratch.
âWhat exactly am I supposed to treat?â You ask, voice tight.
Neteyam shifts, proffering you his shoulder, and you see a single scrape along his otherwise flawless striped blue skin. You purse your lips, staring at it in mild disbelief.
âYou canât be serious.â You say, deadpan.
But itâs clear that Neteyam is serious, because heâs already stretching out on the comfy woven rugs of his grandmotherâs hut as if he belongs there. Itâs obvious that he has no intention of moving â he must have come here just to torture you.
You blow out a frustrated breath, the inside of your respirator mask fogging up briefly before rapidly clearing. Neteyam is infuriating. He gets under your skin in a way that no one else does, as though he knows every goddamn little button to press just to aggravate you.
Maybe itâs just a by-product of having been raised as next in line to lead the Omaticaya, or of being Toruk Maktoâs oldest son, but youâve always found Neteyam closed off and distant.
Truthfully, you canât say for certain if heâs always been this way. When you were young teenagers, you hadnât had much contact with him; he was always busy with his own training, and then the whole Sully family had left for Awaâatlu. When they had returned, several years later, Neteyam had been more reserved, and yet somehow even cockier and more confident than ever.
âI donât understand you. Thereâs no need for you to get this scrape seen to, and you know it. You just like wasting my time.â
He just watches you as you complain, his eyes hooded and dark in a way that honestly leaves you a little heated. He doesnât deny it, which only irritates you further. You knew he was just trying to annoy you!
âItâs your job to treat wounds when youâre here, isnât it?â He asks, and you can see the way his tail is lazily undulating behind him, skimming across the woven carpet. Heâs enjoying arguing with you.
You huff out a put-upon sigh, before grabbing two of the jars. The ointment is naturally antiseptic but it goes on with quite a sting; you try not to feel satisfied about that as you coat your fingers in it before dabbing it onto the scrape on Neteyamâs shoulder. Youâre not as gentle as youâd usually be either, your patience is too thin for you to be considerate with him right now.
But this is not Txetyo. This is Neteyam, and he doesnât so much as flinch as you rub the paste over his still sluggishly bleeding scratch, even though you know it must sting. You try not to feel irked by his stoicism.
As you work, Neteyamâs head rolls back. In a move thatâs almost imperceptible, his nostrils flare and he scents the air. You assume itâs the fairly astringent scent of the herbal paste youâve just pulled out thatâs bothering him, and you raise an eyebrow at him.
âProblem?â
His lips quirk, though he manages to keep his expression neutral. âNo. I am simply enjoying being under your tender care.â
You narrow your eyes at him. Heâs mocking you now.
The fact that he had walked in on Txetyoâs hand up your top as he groped at your tits feels like a heavy unspoken weight in between you as you dab at his minor wound. You keep waiting for him to bring it up, to laugh at you for it, but he remains stubbornly quiet as you work, his golden eyes watching you in quiet contemplation.
In fact, heâs never brought up any of the times heâs interrupted you right before you got with someone. Heâs caught you in varying levels of undress, with Naâvi men over you, under you, holding you, touching you, kissing you, but somehow just before anything good actually happened. Every time the men had scrambled away from you as though you were something diseased, mortified at being caught with a tawtute by Neteyam, a man that (for some reason you canât comprehend) they seem to have an awful lot of respect for.
In the beginning, you were inclined to come up with excuses for him; he was Jake Sullyâs oldest son, and was inevitably going to keep track of his peers and where they disappeared off to when they had duties that they should be attending to. But now, you think heâs doing it to spite you specifically. It might be a bit of a self-centred thing to believe, but youâre almost certain of it.
You shift on your knees beside him, raising yourself up a little to ensure that youâve covered all parts of his scrape. You donât want him returning tomorrow to complain that you didnât do a good job.
You have to bite back another sigh as you do so, your thighs rubbing together in a way that sends a sharp jolt up your spine. Youâre horny and needy and so, so resentful of the fact that youâre now treating the same man thatâs the direct cause of your state right now.
Neteyamâs attitude wasnât the only thing that changed in his time away, however. You have to keep your eyes fixed carefully on his bruising shoulder, because if you didnât you know that your gaze would wander, and thatâs a dangerous game to be playing in the presence of someone as perceptive as Neteyam.
But itâs difficult not to look. Time and ocean air has been kind to him; heâs grown as tall as his father, and whatever sort of training or work he had been doing with the Metkayina has resulted in broader shoulders and a more sturdy build than is typical of the Omaticaya. Itâs galling to admit, and makes you feel as though youâve eaten something sour and unpleasant, but Neteyam is hot as hell.
He might be aggravating and smug and too cocky, but no one in their right mind could deny that heâs attractive. Not even you. Especially you, if youâre being honest with yourself, considering your penchant for enormous blue alien men that could snap you in two with a pinkie if they felt so inclined.
God, you really have to think about something else. Youâre so wet that your panties are starting to get uncomfortable, so you focus determinedly on the resentment thatâs still simmering over the fact that Neteyam had interrupted what was promising to be a very productive encounter with Txetyo.
Neteyam shuffles a little where heâs sitting in front of you, and your eyes track the way his muscles bunch and shift under his vibrant blue skin. Damn, but seeing Naâvi musculature up close never gets old, even if itâs Neteyam.
Youâre almost finished with dabbing paste on the tiny scrape (and you hate to admit that it had taken you longer than it should have due to your distraction), when Neteyam half-turns his head towards you.
âMy back is sore, also.â He murmurs, though his eyes remain downcast.
You pause, staring at him. âOkay. And?â
Thereâs a moment where the two of you just look expectantly at each other. When nothing comes of that, Neteyam speaks again.
âYou are playing healer today, are you not?â He asks, and his left ear twitches oddly. âOr is your attention all reserved for Txetyo, hm?â
Your cheeks heat in humiliation and your jaw clenches. You knew he wouldnât be able to help himself from making some sort of stupid comment.
âLay down.â You snap, prickly and embarrassed.
âYes maâam.â Neteyam purrs, probably all satisfied that heâs gotten under your skin. He reclines, all of those lithe muscles flexing and bunching as he rolls over onto his stomach.
You grab another pot of ointment, and then take a moment to steady yourself.
You know that heâs winding you up on purpose, just like always, but you can never figure out why. He doesnât treat you like any of the other men in the village do â they might enjoy fucking you, but theyâre rarely caught dead in public with you, worried about what it might mean for their own reputations.
Neteyam is bolder, more confident; though the burden of responsibility that he carries is unmistakable, he never seems to get caught up with the petty whispering and musings of the village people. Itâs just unfortunate that he seems so set on bothering you.
Your mouth goes dry as your eyes drop mindlessly over the expanse of his long, pretty back. His skin is stretched tight over lithe muscle, little luminescent white freckles glinting like little stars. He looks so smooth, though the flawlessness of his body is marred by thick pale scars that litter his skin, courtesy of the near legendary battle with the RDA that you hear happened off the coast of Awaâatlu.
You glance down, flustered. Fuck. It would be so much easier to hate him if he wasnât physically perfect.
âProblem?â Neteyamâs voice is a little lower in register than it was before, perhaps because heâs lying on his stomach with his head pillowed under his crossed arms.
You twitch. Shit. You had gotten distracted, and had lost yourself staring at him.
âNo. Shut up.â You blurt reflexively, dipping your fingers into the oily ointment used for easing sore muscles.
Neteyam huffs quietly, a sound that could be a grunt or a laugh, but doesnât bother responding. It makes you feel as though youâve lost a game you didnât know you were playing.
Antsy and on edge, you lean forward and survey his strong back properly. When he's laying out in front of you like this you can see the way his back is knotted with tension and his shoulders are hiked up around his ears. It doesn't look too bad, but it can't be comfortable either.
You take one more moment to admire the musculature of his shoulders, before gathering yourself and dipping your fingers into the ointment. It's balmy against your fingers and smells a little bit like blueberries, and begins to tingle when your hand is entirely coated.
"Where does it hurt most?" You ask, your voice quiet.
In the silence, you can hear Neteyamâs throat click when he swallows.
"My neck and shoulders." When he speaks, his voice is a little deeper than expected.
The very first touch to Neteyamâs back pulls a quiet sigh out of him; it sounds like relief.
Considering his size, it takes surprisingly little to have him melting under your hands. Your fingers spread under his scapula, finding a knot in the muscle and pressing in hard. It takes a bit of finagling, but after some firm pressure you feel the muscle begin to soften beneath your touch.
Gaining confidence, you return your kneading fingers to his neck. He really is terribly tense, and shivering spasms flit up and down the muscles of his back in regular intervals as you drag the warm palms of your hands over him. As your fingers work into his tense muscles, he lets out quiet little grunts that are muffled by the cradle of his arms.
âWhy were you so hard on Txetyo during training?â You ask as your fingers dig into the tense tissue of his back. Your voice is unintentionally loud in the quiet of the hut. âHe looked as though he had been attacked by a thanator when he was here earlier.â
Neteyam just grunts. âTxetyo is an overconfident skxawng. He is not nearly as skilled as he thinks he is.â
You click your tongue, dissatisfied with that answer. âI could say the same about you.â
Just like all your attempts to insult him, your words seem to bounce right off him. Stupid thick-skinned bastard. His pretty mouth tilts up in a smile.
âI have the skills to back it up, paskalin.â
Your lips purse at the name, your cheeks hot. God, heâs such an asshole.
When you exert pressure as you run your fingers down his spine, Neteyam grunts softly into his arms. The sound is startling in the quiet, interrupting the steady rhythm of your quiet breathing.
"Does that hurt?" You ask. Your voice comes out a little shakier than youâd like.
"No." Neteyamâs voice comes out in a low, gravelly rumble. The sound of it almost startles you into snatching your hands away, but you manage to refrain yourself. "Keep going."
You just swallow thickly, and try to keep yourself on task. âHe just wants to be better. He was excited to train with youââ
âLower.â Neteyam groans, shifting under your hands.
You clench your teeth. Really, you should probably just walk away from him. Thereâs no real need for you to be doing any of this. Heâs not even injured, and who knows whether heâs telling the truth about his back being tense.
But youâre stupid, and youâve never been good at walking away, from either fighting or fucking. This strange encounter feels as though it lies somewhere in the middle of those two things. Your palms drag down to his lower back, and he flinches briefly before melting under your touch.
His body is so big that itâs difficult to get a good angle to knead properly at his tense muscles, and before you can think too hard about it you swing your leg over his hips. You settle back, perching your weight cautiously at the base of his spine.
It's a braver move than you would usually make, but you try not to second-guess yourself â like this, you have so much more leverage to rub at the rigid sinews of his back. You drag your knuckles down the length of his spine and he groans into the cradle of his arms.
You try to ignore the excited flutter in your belly. Itâs just Neteyam. Youâre not actually getting turned on from this; the only reason youâre so affected is because you had been horny with Txetyo. You shift where youâre sitting on his back, but you have to force yourself still almost immediately, because the friction nearly makes your lungs seize.
âComfortable?â Neteyam murmurs, and you can hear amusement in his voice.
âShut up.â You say reflexively, before scowling. âI canât believe you interrupted me and Txetyo just for this. You have, like, one bruiseââ
âItâs a very sore bruise.â He murmurs lazily, sounding unbothered. âDo you think squeezing your tits might help? That seemed to help Txetyo feel better.â
You pause, jaw dropping in indignation. âIâ shut up!â
Neteyam makes a noise that sounds like a snicker, and you dig your fingers down the planes of his back vengefully. His waist narrows into an elegant taper, and when you reach the part of his back where his ass begins to swell, you exert firm pressure against the base of his tail.
If you had done it to a human, you know it would have hurt. But instead the tightness of the muscle unfurls under your fingers, and Neteyam gives a long, low groan. The sound is delightfully gravelly, and you take a breath as you feel molten heat ooze down into your belly and settle between your legs. Itâs not a reaction you had been expecting.
You sit back onto his lower back, avoiding his tail. From here, you have a truly captivating view of how slick his back looks from the ointment, and how his skin glows in the dim light of the hut. His body really is perfect, and your eyes track over the taut shiny scars that litter his skin.
âMmm. May I get up? Or do you want to sit on me a little while longer?â Neteyamâs low voice breaks you out of your stupor, and youâre horrified to find that youâve just been sitting there with your wet panties pressed against his back beneath your thin shorts.
You scramble off him quickly, flustered and clumsy. It had been a bold move to straddle him in the first place, and now you feel very stupid about it.
âYou should apologise to Txetyo.â You blurt, just to say something into the silence.
âWhy are we still talking about Txetyo?â Neteyam has always been a relatively tolerant and even-keeled man, but you can hear irritation beginning to bubble up in his voice.
âBecauseââ You start to say, but then Neteyam rolls over so that heâs laying on his back.
Now that he's lying on his back, stretched out all long and lithe, your eyes rove over his face and then down his throat, his chest, his stomach, his hips. Your eyes catch on the protrusion between his legs and stick there, your mouth dropping open in surprise when you see that his loincloth is tented.
âBecause- he⊠you were tooââ You try valiantly to finish your sentence, but your thoughts have scattered to the wind.
Heâs hard. Why the fuck is he hard? Is that just from you rubbing his back? Oh my god, what are you supposed to say? It feels like his hard-on is staring at you.
Neteyam pushes himself up into a sitting position, his hands planted on the woven rug behind him as he pushes himself up so that heâs sitting looming over you. Once heâs upright, Neteyam flexes his shoulders and groans slightly as he goes. It doesn't sound like a pained groan, thankfully.
The movement brings him closer to you than you had been expecting, and you end up freezing. Like this, you can see the way his expression has smoothed into one of relief. His shoulders are looser too, no longer held bunched up around his neck.
Neteyam doesn't seem to notice your close proximity, nor the way you have tensed at the lack of space between them. Youâre not touching, but youâre so close that you swear you can physically feel the air between you.
âIf Txetyo is so upset about being beaten by me in training, then he should focus on getting better instead of slinking away with his tail between his legs and trying to screw you in a corner of my grandmotherâs hut.â
You gape at him like an absolute idiot, floored by the acerbity in his tone. Youâve always thought Neteyam was a bit of a dickhead, but that was mostly because of his nearly insufferable need to always be the best. Always the best warrior, the best son, the best brother, the best future Oloâeyktan. The best role model to his peers.
âSo thatâs what this is about.â You say, your voice coming out distinctly accusatory. âYou donât like that your friends are fucking a human, is that it?â
Neteyam doesnât even bother answering. He just rolls his now loosened shoulders and watches you carefully. He doesn't tell you to back off, or wrinkle his nose at you, or act as though he's repulsed by you. He just stares at you across the miniscule space between you, and that only angers you further.
âIs that why you keep interrupting whenever Iâm with any of the other tsamsiyu?â You demand, fists clenching. âWhat, you donât like that your friends find a tawtute attractive? Is that why you keep cockblocking me?â
Neteyam huffs a quiet snort, as though he thinks youâre being stupid.
âI hear what some of the Naâvi in the village say, about how itâs shameful to be with a tawtute.â You hiss. âI just didnât think youâd be one of them.â
And if youâre honest with yourself, it sort of hurts. Neteyam has always gotten on your nerves with his confusing mix of overconfidence and jagged insecurities, and he had really infuriated you when he had started to interrupt all of those illicit little meetups you had planned with some of the boys in the village, but you hadnât actually thought that he had any disdain for you like some of the other Naâvi.
And then you do something so stupid that it shocks even you.
Your eyes drop back down to the tent in his tewng, eyeing it thoughtfully, before reaching out and running your fingers over the hardened outline of his cock through the fabric with purpose.
Neteyam hisses, and his hips actually lift off the floor in an attempt to follow your touch.
âGod, youâre a hypocrite, arenât you?â You breathe, fighting to keep your voice casual. âHow can you judge your friends for fucking around with me when youâre this hard after just a backrub?â
âTheyâre not my friends.â Neteyam grunts, his jaw clenching as his head tilts back. His hips rock into your hand.
Your touch goes firmer, and then your hand slips under his loincloth. Youâve had plenty of sexual encounters with Naâvi men, but this is different.
This is Neteyam. This encounter feels like proving a point. A very sexually charged point.
His cock is silky smooth and hot to the touch, and you feel a little drunk as your fingers close around it. And damn, it feels big. All Naâvi cocks are big compared to your hands, but this⊠feels different. You were aroused anyway, youâve been feeling pent up all damn week, but now that your hand is on his dick your nerves are fizzing up.
Itâs a surprise when Neteyamâs big hand settles on your waist to tug you closer, and you feel your stomach swoop when he pulls you forward. You donât release his cock even as he pulls you to settle over one of his thighs, your legs slotted in between his, and you can feel him harden even further beneath you.
You wonder absently if it's really you that's causing his very obvious arousal or if it's just a natural consequence of the massage; either way, when his hips flex up towards you, they press right in between your legs.
You shiver almost violently, the sensation of him pressing hot and hard against your core frying your nerves and wiping your thoughts clean. The part of your brain that had been screaming about what a bad idea this whole thing is has become muffled now, and your own hips jerk against his.
âYouâre such an asshole,â You say, though your voice comes out reedy and breathless. âYou of all people donât have a right to talk shit about those guys just cause theyâre into humans, especially when your cock is this hard, and especially considering where your dad came fromââ
He lets out a soft, quiet noise as you move against him, and uses his grip on the back of your top to pull you tighter against him yet again. âDonât talk about my father when you have my cock in your hand.â
It takes what feels like a monumental effort to wrench your hand away from him, and he lets out a wordless grunt of dissatisfaction as his hips twitch in an effort to follow your hand. Itâs delightfully pathetic, and you feel your ego swell at the sheer sense of power that washes over you; itâs a rare feeling, especially when youâre faced with a big blue alien almost twice your size.
âYou should apologise to Txetyo.â You sound like an out of breath idiot. âItâs not like you can judge him for being with a tawtute when youâre that hard from me just touching you.â
Neteyam just stares at you, his jaw clenching and his honey eyes dark as he takes several breaths through his nose. Youâve never seen him like this before; youâve never seen any of the men youâve been with like this before. It looks as though heâs holding onto a thin veneer of control, and you wonder if heâs angry with you, if youâve perhaps pushed him too far.
âThat was never the issue.â He says and fuck, his voice has gone so gravelly. âAnd donât pretend that youâre not wet beneath those clothes of yours. I can smell it.â
Your thighs squeeze together as you swallow hard, struggling to maintain your aura of indifference and no doubt failing.
âThatâs because of Txetyo.â You say, and it tastes like a lie on your tongue. âYou interrupted us.â
Neteyam laughs quietly and humourlessly. His expression suggests that he doesnât find anything about this conversation funny, and his hand is still splayed across your back. Youâre so damn conscious of how big his palm is as it spreads across your spine. Why the hell hasnât he let go of you yet?
âAh, I see.â Neteyam murmurs. âYou would have fucked him in my grandmotherâs hut?â
Your mouth is so damn dry, and you swallow compulsively. âItâs not any of your business who I fuck.â
Neteyamâs smile is grim. âTxetyo would fuck his own shadow if he were nimble enough to catch it. You have terrible taste in men.â
You rear back. Youâre surprised by how much that hurts. Living as a human on Pandora is lonely, and itâs not like you have people lining up outside the human outpost looking to spend time with you. If you want any sort of companionship or intimacy, you have to accept any attention that you can get. And sure, most of that attention comes from men that only want to get their dicks wet, or the experience of being with a tawtute, but itâs better than nothing at all.
âWell, we canât all be the Oloâeyktanâs son.â You say, your voice stiff and cold. âWe donât all have countless suitors throwing themselves at our feet. Some of us have to accept attention from whoeverâs interested.â
Neteyamâs expression shifts, an odd look appearing in his eyes, and your stomach swoops. You donât think you could bear to see pity in his eyes, so you pull away from him, shaking his hands off.
âYour scratch is fine.â You say, your voice thin and a little thready. âYouâre all treated.
âHeyââ
As you stumble to your feet, Neteyam reaches out as if to stop you. You dodge his hands, unable to look him in the eye.
Panic is starting to set in now; what had you been thinking, touching him like that just after he had chided you for flirting with Txetyo in the tsahĂŹkâs hut? God, you feel like such an idiot. He must think youâre so pathetic.
Like a coward, you turn on your heel and flee out of the hut. You need air, you need to be out of the cool darkness of the hut, you need to be away from the overwhelming weight of Neteyamâs presence. Through the blood rushing in your ears you can distantly hear Neteyam call to you, but youâre too desperate to escape from the whole humiliating interaction to stop and listen.
You stagger out of the hut, squinting at the evening light; it seems blinding after spending all day in the dim musty air of Moâatâs healing hut. You pat at your rumpled shirt and creased denim shorts, flustered and frenzied as you try to straighten yourself out.
âTawtute?â
You jerk, gasping, and whirl to find that Txetyo is sitting on a log a few feet away from the hut, apparently waiting for you to finish up with Neteyam. You feel like youâre burning up from a mixture of mortification and confused arousal and youâre certain that Neteyam is about to follow you out.
âIâ I have to go!â You blurt, already stepping back towards the forest.
Txetyo frowns, obviously bewildered, but he doesnât stand. âDonât you want toââ
You donât wait for him to finish. Youâre already fleeing, disappearing into the trees as you run the whole way home.
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: .✠. :âïŸ
It might be a little cowardly, but you avoid the village for days after that.
You stick to the outpost, watching Norm and Max and the other scientists work. You try not to die of boredom, and you try not to overthink and overthink and overthink.
But you have too much time on your hands as you slink around the outpost, and you canât stop feeling guilty about abandoning your attempts to help Moâat out in her healing hut.
You also canât stop thinking about the shift of Neteyamâs muscles in the low dim light, or the silky hot feel of his cock in your hand, or the soft breathy grunts he had let out as his hips rocked. It feels like the experience has actually rewired your brain, as though youâll never recover from it.
Growing up on Pandora as a human has been lonely. The only other human your age is Spider, who had become the closest thing you have to a brother â and you love him even when you feel like throttling him, but sometimes you just yearn for more.
You want companionship, you want understanding, you want romance, you want sexual intimacy. You donât think itâs too much to ask for, and if you have to turn to big nine-feet-tall Naâvi warriors who just want to say theyâve had the experience of sleeping with a tawtute, then thatâs⊠fine. Even if itâs only temporary.
Part of you is honestly relieved when Spider finally manages to force you out of the outpost and back to the village. Itâs a relief to get back into the forest, to the village, to the life youâre used to. The outpost has nothing on the vibrancy of the village life, and you feel as though you can breathe for the first time in days upon stepping back into the village, even if itâs through your respirator mask.
Thereâs been a big hunt today, and the village is buzzing with excitement. You pass by several willowy Naâvi covered in celebratory paint, and follow the sound of the heavy thumping of drums.
The evening after a hunt is always a joyful affair, and you gradually start to relax throughout the night. You feast on collected fruit, hum along to some of the music, and sit comfortably with Spider all evening. At some point youâre joined by Loâak, which you donât mind either; Loâak has always been the kind of outcast that fits comfortably between the edges of you and Spider. Those edges have smoothed out as he got older, but heâs always been a cool guy to hang out with.
When heâs not joining Spider in ganging up on you, that is.
âSoâ so wait, wait, let me get this straight,â Loâak is waving his hands as though trying to settle down a group of rowdy children, even though itâs just the three of you present. âNeteyam walked in on you fucking again, but this time it was in grandmotherâs hutââ
Youâre sat around the large campfire in the middle of the village, tucked away from the main celebrations. Part of you is flourishing being in this environment again, but another part is withering at this damn conversation. You glance around nervously, hoping that no casual observers can hear you guys talking.
âTxetyo only had his hand up my top!â You hiss hastily. âWe werenât actuallyâ and we would have gone somewhere else when it came down to it!â
âTxetyo is a dickhead.â Spider complains, leaning heavily on your side. Heâs so frequently dwarfed by the Naâvi that itâs easy to forget that heâs over six-feet-tall and corded with muscle, and his bulk is heavy.
Irritatingly, Loâak leans into you the same way on the other side, though heâs more careful about leaning his full weight, and you end up crushed in between the two idiots.
âHe isnât.â You protest, pushing back against their weight. âHeâsââ
âNah, he is.â Loâak interrupts before you can defend him. âTotal skxawng. You know he keeps telling people heâs the best archer in the clan? And yet he didnât manage to catch anything in todayâs huntââ
You try not to wince at that. Itâs impossible to miss that while Txetyo may not have been successful in the hunt today, someone else is being lauded for their skill and success.
Neteyam has been given a place of honour by the fire next to his parents, and the careful swirls of paint all over his body canât hide the proud glow on his face. Under the smooth veneer of Neteyamâs smiles and cheer was the jagged edge of his inferiority complex, his need to always be better and to be liked. Funnily enough, his insecurity has always been your favourite part of him. It felt real in a way his cockiness didnât.
You canât stop yourself from glancing over. Night has already fallen and there are many couples dancing, the flickering firelight sending wild shadows across the gathering. But even in the unsteady light, you catch the intense golden stare of Neteyam watching you from across the circle.
You hastily turn your face away, pressing your lips together tight as you try to pretend like you hadnât been looking in the first place.
ââHeâs better than Artâalak, at least.â Spider says, continuing on the conversation that you had checked out of for a few moments. âThat guy was awful. I mean, what did you even see in him?â
You roll your eyes, sinking further back into the stupidly heavy weight of Spider and Loâak in a silly attempt to hide yourself from view. It almost definitely doesnât work, and you can still feel the weight of Neteyamâs stare on you, even as you fixedly ignore him.
âPretty sure we donât want the answer to that one, man.â Loâak says, snickering.
His eyes glance around, before flashing across the gathering as though he can also feel Neteyamâs attention. You frown as Loâak hastily removes his arm from around your shoulders, even leaning away from you a little.
âIâm allowed to want company.â You say loftily, though youâre certain that your voice is a little shaky.
It feels like your skin is heating up under Neteyamâs eyes, and you feel yourself getting shifty. Why wonât he just look away?
Loâak obviously notices his brotherâs attention, because he leans a little closer so he can speak quietly in your ear.
âMy brother can be unbearable,â Loâak murmurs, âBut heâs not a bad guy.â
âGross.â You wrinkle your nose playfully at Loâakâs rare display of sincerity about his brother and he hisses at you, swiping at your head.
Itâs all in jest, which is obvious given how gentle his hands are with you, and you laugh and lean away.
âI justâ I donât understand him.â You sigh once your laughter has tapered off. âI mean, I get that he doesnât approve of the whole interspecies thing, but itâs like he goes out of his way to catch me in embarrassing situations. If he finds it gross, why seek it out?â
Loâak purses his lips and avoids your eyes. âUhâŠâ
âAnytime he shows up, the guys Iâm with go running.â You continue, your brows knitting into a frown. âI mean, itâs getting ridiculous. Why canât he just mind his own business?â
Loâakâs eyes dart over your head, and you just know that he and Spider are sharing a look together.
âHe doesnâtâ I wouldnât say he disapproves of interspecies relationshipsââ Loâak says, but he fumbles a little in his attempt to get his words out and darts another panicked glance across the fire towards where Neteyam is sitting with their father.
You just scoff, crossing your arms defensively across your chest. You feel a little vulnerable talking about this; usually, youâre content to suffer through the embarrassment of having your sex partners pretending they donât know you in public alone, but since Neteyam had started walking in on you, now he knows that theyâre doing it too.
âHe scolds them like theyâre children whenever he walks in on us, talking about how theyâre neglecting their duties and all that,â You mutter, scowling. âBut itâs obviously because heâs annoyed that his friends are messing around with a Sky Person.â
Spider shifts at your side, making an odd sound beneath his breath. You turn to look at him, but heâs staring rather fixedly at a tree branch overhead. Loâak clears his throat, similarly looking off to the side to avoid your eyes.
You frown. It feels as though theyâre hiding something from you, and the thought is unsettling.
âWhat?â You demand, sitting forward and staring intently at them.
âNothing,â Loâak protests, but his voice is a little too high-pitched to be believable. âUh⊠Itâs just⊠well, I really donât think that Neteyam has a problem with interspecies relationships. Our dad came from the Sky, too!â
You think that Loâak probably intended for that to be reassuring, but instead you find your stomach sinking miserably.
âOh.â You say, pursing your lips. âSo itâs me that he has a problem with.â
âNo!â Loâak protests, but then he pauses. His mouth opens and closes as he struggles to form a response under the weight of your narrowed eyes.
When no explanation comes, you end up just averting your gaze and looking towards the fire. Itâs stupid, but youâre not sure what you were even expecting. Neteyam has always been perfect in his personal life, his duties, his relationships within the clan, his looks. Itâs hardly a surprise that heâs developed a distaste for you â you know what Sky People represent to the Naâvi, after all.
Across the gathering, two Naâvi girls are shooting looks at Spider. You almost think theyâre looking at him in disgust, but when Spider catches their eye and smiles back they both look away giggling.
You click your tongue and roll your eyes. You wonder when exactly it was that the Naâvi your age stopped seeing you as human nuisances that haunt the village, and started instead seeing you as people with possible sexual appeal.
âThat is just unfair.â You intone dully. âYou get Naâvi girls flirting with you from across the campfire, and I get Naâvi boys fucking me in corners and then pretending they donât know me. And thatâs only if I donât get rudely interrupted by Loâakâs asshole brother.â
âMen.â Loâak says in a disparaging tone that sounds as though itâs meant to be sympathetic, but it falls short as heâs biting his tongue to keep from laughing. âMaybe you just have bad taste.â
Spider laughs too, though heâs still looking in the Naâvi girlsâ direction. Thereâs a pink flush in his cheeks, and his smile looks distinctly pleased.
âYeah,â You grumble, sinking down where youâre sitting. âIâm hearing that a lot.â
The conversation moves on then, Loâak nudging at Spider over your head and grinning as he recounts the highlights from the hunt earlier that day, but youâre distracted. You hardly even hear a word they say, too busy staring broodingly into the fire.
Luckily, neither Loâak nor Spider mind your silence. Theyâre perfectly content to fill the quiet themselves, chatting and babbling and joking over your head.
Youâre drifting, lost in your own thoughts until you hear Loâak and Spider go quiet. You glance over to them, only to realise why theyâve stopped talking â Neteyam is walking your way.
You stiffen, eyes narrowing behind your respirator mask as he comes to a stop before you all. He greets his brother and Spider briefly, distractedly, before his big amber eyes settle on you.
All you can do is wait, tensed. You have no idea what heâs going to do or say, but if he says something about that day in the healing hut you might actually scream.
But Neteyam doesnât immediately say anything. He crouches in front of you, his gaze as measured and even as ever, and proffers a wrapped utumauti leaf to you. For a moment, you just stare at it as though itâs something venomous.
âA portion of yerik meat,â Neteyam clarifies, not even blinking as he watches your face. âFrom the hunt earlier.â
Oh. Now you see. Heâs just showing off, like he always does. Heâs always doing things like this, just to show off his skills, his prowess, how strong he is. Itâs irritating; everyone already knows how great he is, and heâs already practically revered throughout the village. You donât know why he keeps trying to flaunt his greatness in front of you, other than the fact that he must love to annoy you.
Spider nudges you in the side, and you reach out to take the wrapped meat from Neteyamâs outstretched hand.
âThank you.â You say, a little tersely.
Neteyam just nods, his tail coiling. He watches your face for another moment, and all the unspoken tension between you from the other day seems to swell to unbearable heights. His ears twitch, and then he glances over his shoulder to where his parents are sitting by the fire. Theyâre watching, which makes you feel itchy and embarrassed.
âI should return.â He says simply, before standing and nodding at you, then Spider and Loâak, before straightening up and walking back to his place by Jake, his tail swaying low.
Thereâs a long moment of silence, where you can feel Loâak and Spider staring at you.
âDonât.â You say sharply when you see Loâakâs mouth open, and he closes it with a click.
This feels embarrassing, as though Neteyam is mocking you somehow. Itâs not the first time heâs given you food, always making sure to let you know he caught it himself. Itâs like he has a damn pathological need to show off his skills, to try and prove himself, to prove that heâs better than anyone else. Itâs aggravating, even more so now that Loâak has made it clear that itâs you that Neteyam has a problem with.
Eventually, Spider and Loâak return to their conversation and you pull back, sitting silently between them. You pull your mask off for a brief moment to nibble at the meat. Youâre a little irritated to admit that itâs delicious, and you sit back to lean into Spiderâs side as you chew at it sullenly.
Youâve just begun to wonder if this night is a total bust altogether when you catch movement out of the corner of your eye. You raise your head, surprised to see the sight of Txetyo stepping towards you.
At your side, Spider and Loâak share a look before sitting up straighter.
âTawtute,â Txetyo greets, nodding his head at you. He casts a single cautious look towards Loâak, before focusing on you properly.
He is keeping his voice purposely low so that no one else can hear, but you canât bring yourself to care. This is the most public setting that any man has ever actually approached you in, and you can feel your expression brightening already.
âHello.â You murmur, smiling sweetly at him. The last time you had seen him had been right after you had fled the tsahikâs hut, right after you had touched Neteyamâ and no, you are not thinking about that right now.
âI would like to speak with you.â Txetyo murmurs, his voice low as he darts one more quick look between Loâak and Spider before settling on you again.
You brighten. Youâre under no illusions about what Txetyo wants to âspeakâ about, and you can safely assume that there will be little to no talking involved at all.
Yes. A distraction. This is exactly what you need.
âSure.â You say, your lips curving up in a coy smile as you unfold yourself from where youâve been sitting between Spider and Loâak.
âUhââ Loâak starts to say, but youâre already beginning to step away with Txetyo, whoâs beginning to lead you away from the gathering.
Maybe itâs a little impulsive, but youâre feeling reckless tonight. You can still feel Neteyamâs eyes boring into your back as you follow Txetyo towards the treeline, but you determinedly refuse to look. The celebration should be enough of a distraction to keep him busy and away from you for a while so you can finally get laid.
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: .✠. :âïŸ
You resist the urge to check the time on your battered old wristwatch as Txetyo slides down your body and repositions himself between your legs.
It feels like such a long time since youâve hooked up successfully with anyone, with no interruptions, which is probably why youâve been so affected by all-things-Neteyam recently. You were hoping that this encounter with Txetyo would restore you back to normal, to get rid of all the thoughts of Neteyamâs intense golden stare and pretty face and silken hot cock that are absolutely haunting you.
Yet, so far, the nightâs been less than stellar. Txetyo had led you away from the celebrations, and you had to try hard to pretend like you donât see him looking around compulsively to make sure that no one else has seen him leave with you. You had followed him into the trees, and had brightened up when he took your hand as soon as you were out of sight of the gathering.
Before you knew it, you were on your back on the forest floor with your panties around your ankles and your dress rucked up around your waist as Txetyo loomed over you on his hands and knees.
Txetyo is handsome, and heâs big and strong and heâs not opposed to hooking up with a Sky Person, but heâs not much for conversation and it seems like heâs only really got one thing on his mind. Apparently, your list of criteria might be a little lacking, because Txetyoâs also proving to be woefully bad at sex.
He spreads your legs and buries his face there. You blink at the canopy of glowing foliage overhead, grimacing. Honestly, youâd think that anything tongue-adjacent would feel good against a clit, but thatâs just not true. Txetyo seems to have an affinity for moving his tongue rapidly and aimlessly against you, resulting in nothing better than the occasional teasing â definitely by accident.
You shift a little, try to angle your hips so that Txetyoâs mouth is over your clit, but he doesnât seem to pick up on what youâre attempting to do at all. He just moves his mouth away, jabbing his tongue sort of aimlessly at your left labia.
âCould youâ a bit higherââ You say, trying to shift again.
Txetyoâs mouth is rather sloppy against your pussy, but youâre not actually sure what heâs doing down there. He seems to be missing every possible nerve ending that might feel good, which is actually a little bit impressive.
You sigh, and just resign yourself to getting bad head. You let your head thunk back against the mossy forest floor, your legs hanging off of Txetyoâs big shoulders as he hunches between your thighs.
Itâs almost imperceptible, but the quiet âcrackâ of a twig breaking underfoot has your head snapping around in a panic.
Though night has fallen, itâs never truly dark on Pandora. The moss beneath you glows faintly, illuminating the outline of your body as you lay there with Txetyo getting busy between your legs. The trees and foliage around you are similarly phosphorescent, your surroundings all lit up in luminous vibrance.
Pandoraâs bioluminescence is beautiful; it also means that you can see Neteyamâs figure all dimly lit up as he leans against the trunk of a tree about fifteen feet away.
Neteyamâs head is cocked to the side as he very obviously takes in the scene before him, his head turning to scan up and down your body. His little luminous freckles are lit up and glowing, and itâs impossible to miss the fact that his golden eyes are fixed on you, so intense that itâs almost breathtaking.
You almost scream. You mean to, but instead you moan, completely by accident, and Txetyo groans between your legs.
You donât know what to do. Youâre gaping at Neteyam, who seems all too content to just watch you, meanwhile Txetyo is totally oblivious. Heâs still doing nothing right, but something deep inside you pulses.
Moments later, much to your horror, Neteyam takes a small, tentative step forward. He stands only a few feet away, behind Txetyo and in plain view of you.
Go away! You mouth, staring at him in disbelief.
Neteyam scratches his head, feigning confusion, and then he takes another step forward.
He doesnât say anything. Why isnât he saying anything? Itâs not the first time heâs walked in on you in a situation like this, but usually by this point heâs started making snarky comments, which in turn makes the men youâre with scramble away from you like youâre diseased.
Your dress is pushed up clumsily around your stomach, exposing your pussy. Thereâs a man between your legs. Youâre in the process of getting fucked and Neteyam is watching, goddammit.
It definitely, absolutely is not hot. And yet⊠your hips twitch, and your breath hitches.
âThat feel good?â Txetyo asks, peering up to grin at you. Your attention is dragged back to him and you blink, dazed.
âYeah,â You lie. âSo good.â
âMm,â Txetyo hums in satisfaction, slipping two fingers into you. âGood.â
You grunt at the stretch of his thick fingers, breathing deep. His mouth returns, his fingers jabbing kind of aimlessly, but it hardly matters. Your attention is locked on Neteyam, and itâs somehow making Txetyoâs useless attempts feel somewhat invigorating.
âOh god,â You gasp. Youâre so confused. Part of you is still waiting for Neteyam to speak up, to make a sound or to clear his throat. Something. But he just watches on, his pretty eyes dark.
âMm, so pretty,â Txetyo murmurs from between your legs, still blissfully unaware of your onlooker. âCan I fuck you now, tawtute?â
Despite yourself, you find your eyes darting over to Neteyam. The stupid fucker is still looking, and when he sees that youâve looked at him his lips quirk. Your whole body flushes deep with heat, and you try to pretend like you arenât taking direction from him; usually, his appearance would have stopped this entire encounter dead in its tracks. But youâre continuing, and the fact is, you feel as though you need his permission or something.
âY-yes.â You say.
Neteyam purses his lips, and raises his non-existent brows. Fuck, what does that mean?
âHow would you like me toââ
âJust like this.â You blurt. It feels, for some reason, as though you canât risk Txetyo noticing Neteyam. This is the only way you can see Neteyam without Txetyo noticing him, anyway.
Txetyo shuffles up your body, his bulk dwarfing you. Thereâs a momentâs struggle as heâs lining himself up against your pussy, groaning low as he pushes into you. The stretch is intense, and a little painful, as always; you never quite get used to the bone-deep satisfaction of that achey biting stretch in your cunt.
The stretch is satisfying, like it always is, but itâs not necessarily special. Txetyo is not as evenly proportioned as he looks, and his cock is smaller than other Naâvi youâve been with. That is, mostly, a good thing; it means he can fuck you without lube, which you usually have to use to accommodate the shocking stretch of taking a Naâvi cock. It also means that you adjust to having him inside you a little quicker, your muscles easing gradually around the intrusion of his dick.
What is special (or at least unusual) is the fact that Neteyam is still watching. You stare back, maintaining a bewilderingly intense sort of eye contact. Txetyo groans as your cunt clenches down on him, and he lowers his face to bury it in your shoulder; like this, your view of Neteyam is completely unimpeded.
âAh! Youâre so tight,â Txetyo hisses. âThis is okay?â
âYes,â You gasp. âYou can move.â
And by God, does Txetyo move. He jerks in and out of you with a complete lack of coordination. You bounce and flop against the luminescent bed of moss beneath you, occasionally throwing a hand over your head to try and anchor yourself to a tree root behind you, just to stay put for a second or two.
Neteyam is undoubtedly amused. He has a hand pressed to his mouth, and the skin around his eyes is scrunched up with mirth. At one point, when Txetyo starts humping into you so desperately that you grunt, wincing, Neteyam doubles over himself completely, laughing silently.
âOh, oh,â Txetyo groans. âTawtute, I am going toâ you are so tight, so hot insideâ"
You smack one of Txetyoâs hands away from where heâd been rubbing determinedly at the side of your vulva. You rub at your clit instead in fast, harsh circles, staring at Neteyam desperately. You donât actually know what youâre looking for, or what you want him to do⊠but you want him to do something.
Neteyam reaches down to palm the bulge at the front of his tewng that you hadnât even noticed until now, and you moan. You rub yourself even faster, attempting to angle your hips in any way that could increase your pleasure from Txetyo. It seems impossible, but you manage to catch one or two good strokes.
âPlease, pleaseâ!â You gasp, eyes wide as you maintain eye contact with Neteyam over the wide bulk of Txetyoâs shoulders.
Neyeyam moans. Itâs low, barely noticeable under Txetyoâs own strangled sounds, but you hear it clearly. Your body seizes up and then youâre coming, gasping high and quick as you drink Neteyam in with your eyes, frozen under Neteyamâs gaze in turn.
âUnnng,â Txetyo grunts as he comes too, thrusting into you through the last shocks of his orgasm.
You barely even blink, your eyes fixed wide open as you tremble, your breaths shaky. Neteyam doesnât break eye contact either, watching you so damn closely that it feels bizarrely as though heâs watching a show youâre putting on, as though all of this is for him. The worst part is you feel as though youâd be lying if you said it wasnât.
Neteyam silently turns and slips away through the foliage, and Txetyo flops onto the mossy ground beside you moments later, breathing heavily.
âThat was good.â Txetyo sighs, his voice thick with satisfaction.
You donât reply, still staring at the place Neteyam had disappeared into the trees. Youâre partly unable to believe what just happened and partly turned on beyond belief, just knowing it did.
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You have no idea how youâve managed to get yourself into this position.
Well, thatâs not strictly true. You suppose it all started with your best friend stuffing you full with his fingers until you had trembled apart in his arms.Â
You awake the morning after, loose-limbed and jelly-jointed with a sense of bone-deep satisfaction, naked limbs tangled with Jakeâs big blue ones. Heâs comically overlarge for your bed, his legs hanging off the edge of the mattress, and one of his big arms is looped lazily over your back.Â
You had expected things to be awkward afterwards, but when Jake finally stretches himself awake he just greets you with a yawn, slaps your ass, and asks if heâll see you later on for dinner. When you agree he kisses the top of your head, wiggles his way back into his loincloth, and gives you a cheeky wink before sauntering out to return to the village.
Youâre left bewildered and alone in your room. Truthfully, part of you had expected him to freak out a little over awaking naked in your bed after indulging in inappropriate activities with you the night before; maybe panic and call it all a crazy mistake. You certainly hadnât expected him to act as though waking up with you naked in his arms was the most natural thing in the world.
You spend the day alternating between overthinking and relishing the memories of Jakeâs hands on you. Good god, had you been missing out on that all along? He had seemed so casual about it all, as though it was simply a given that he would finger you to climax if thatâs what you wanted.Â
You have to take a cold shower shortly after Jake leaves, partly to calm yourself down and partly to wash off the scent of Jake that still clings to you. If your dull human nose can pick up on it, you can only imagine that you must stink to a Naâvi, so you make sure to scrub at yourself with your berry-scented shower gel until you smell of nothing but artificial human soap.
Youâre still a little nervous when you wander into the village later that day, but youâre greeted as enthusiastically as ever by the whole Sully family. Jake ruffles your hair and winks at you before clapping Neteyam on the shoulder and leading him off towards the cookfire to gather meat for the family.Â
Youâre left with Kiri and Loâak, and you canât help but smile as the kids start to shepherd you towards the usual spot where you all usually take meals.
ââ and then Loâak fell all the way down and landed flat on his back,â Kiri is telling you a story with great relish, walking close to you. âAnd all the girls he had been trying to impress thought it was so funnyââ
âIt was on purpose.â Loâak blusters, picking up the pace so that he can come up on your other side and interject. âI was trying to make them laughââ
âOh yeah? Did you mean to burst into tears tooâ?â
âShut up!â Loâak hisses at his sister, but it comes out as more of a whine. âI did not burst into tears!â
The familiar sound of their bickering soothes away the last of your nerves. Your shoulders loosen, and you start to smile as you follow the kids towards their usual spot for dinner. Neytiri is already sitting there with Tuk, brushing back her youngest daughterâs hair and murmuring softly to her.Â
Your stomach clenches at the sight of her; you have no idea how sheâs going to react to you, and you have no idea how you should act around her. Youâre still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Jake pleasuring you like that had been her idea, and you feel yourself start to sweat at the thought that she might act differently around you now.
As Kiri and Loâak approach the log where their mother is sitting, she looks up and smiles when she sees them. She really is very beautiful; her amber eyes are bright, the skin at the corner of her eyes crinkling up with joy at the sight of her children. Sheâs graceful even when sheâs sitting down, her long limbs corded with lithe muscle as she stretches out next to Tuk.Â
Just the sight of her makes you feel clumsy and ungainly, and you feel your cheeks heat as you approach.
Her eyes flick from her kids to you where youâre following behind them, and you tense a little as you wait for her reaction. To your surprise, her face doesnât contort into an expression of disgust like you had been expecting â her smile gets smaller, almost knowing, but no less genuine as you come to a halt by the log sheâs sitting on.Â
Loâak and Kiri are still bickering as they flop down on a log next to their motherâs, but Neytiri is still looking at you. Her eyes flicker from your head to your toes rapidly, as though checking you for injuries.
Youâre wearing the Naâvi clothes that have been gifted to you again today, and you shift a little self-consciously under her gaze. You feel more exposed than ever, and youâre hyper-aware of the subtle bruising around your tits from Jakeâs teeth; you just pray that theyâre not obvious to anyone else.
Neytiri reaches out to you, and you blink in bewilderment as she grabs at a string of broken beads on your top that you hadnât even noticed before now. She peers at it critically, before looking up to your face with a small frown. For a moment you wonder if sheâs angry at you, and feel your stomach sink rapidly until she speaks.
âHe was gentle?â She asks quietly, and you twitch when her palm grazes the side of your breast. âHe forgets himself, sometimes, and you are very weak.â
âIââ Your tongue feels too large in your mouth. You stumble over your words clumsily; your whole world has narrowed down to that one, confusing point of contact between Neytiriâs hand and the underside of your tit as she studies the broken string of beads. âHe wasâ it was good.â
Neytiri hums, and you swear her mouth twitches as though sheâs holding back a laugh. âYou should have asked for it earlier. You know we would not have left you feeling neglected.â
You make an odd noise in the back of your throat, mortified. You dart a panicked look towards the kids, but Tuk has wandered over to Loâak and Kiri and theyâre all laughing together a few feet away, blissfully ignorant of your conversation.
âIâ I didnâtââ
Neytiri chooses to ignore your fumbling, instead leaning down closer to your chest so that she can tie the snapped string of your top. The back of her hand brushes over your nipple and you tremble, confused as warmth blooms in your lower belly.
âYou have needs that must be met,â Neytiri murmurs, her voice low enough that itâs just for you. âYou do not need to look elsewhere to have them maintained.â
Your heart leaps and your stomach flutters, and you hurriedly lower your gaze. This is far from the reaction you had expected from her, and it makes you nervous.Â
Stop it, you think furiously to yourself. Theyâre your friends! Theyâre married!
âRight.â You choke out, cheeks burning. âIâ um⊠thanks.â
She nods, but then pauses. Her face is hovering close to your chest so that she can look closely at the snapped string of beads on your top, but she leans even closer as her nostrils flare. A small frown creases her brow, and her pretty golden eyes snap up to look at you. Sheâs so intense, and being caught up in her gaze like this has you feeling like a fly trapped in amber.
âYou have used the demon soap.â She notes, still frowning.Â
One of her knuckles brush over your nipple as she fiddles with mending your top, and you end up jolting at the sensation as blood rushes to your face. You can only pray that she didnât notice your reaction.
âOh, yeah.â You choke out a reedy laugh. You know that the Naâvi donât like the artificial, acrid smell of human soap, but you had figured it was the best way to get the scent of your activities from the night before off you. âI, uh⊠I reeked of Jake. Thought it would be best to wash it off before, um⊠coming back to the village.â
Neytiri hums with a frown, and with one last deft movement of her fingers, the broken tie on your top has been temporarily mended. However her hands linger somewhat strangely, and when she withdraws from you her wrist ends up rubbing a little oddly over the side of your neck. You have no idea whatâs going on, and you have no idea how you should be reacting.Â
All you can do is swallow thickly, your throat bobbing against the warm skin of Neytiriâs wrist before she pulls away from you.
âIt is good that Jake pleased you,â She says simply, turning her head to look casually towards the fire. When you follow her gaze, you see that Jake and Neteyam are returning from the cookfire with their hands full of food. âI worried that he would not.â
That makes you choke out a surprised laugh. âWow. No faith in his abilities, huh?â
âIt is not that,â Neytiri hums, though you can see the corner of her mouth curl in a repressed smile. âHe was watching you all evening, getting worked up. I thought he may not be able to last long enough to satisfy you fully.â
That makes you laugh properly, surprised enough that youâre not able to hide your delight at hearing Neytiri roasting Jake. Your conversations with Neytiri alone donât often poke fun at Jake, and you feel oddly thrilled by it. She offers you a small smirking smile, and you bite at your lip shyly as you return it.Â
Youâre still stifling laughter when Jake and Neteyam reach you all again; Jake steps over to you and Neytiri as Neteyam carries his food over to the other kids.
âHey, whatâre my girls giggling about?â Jake drawls, sitting heavily next to you on the log. Heâs holding several nikt'chey filled with sweet meat and vegetables in one large hand, and a little wooden carved bowl full of teylu in the other.
Neytiri grabs at a plant-based nikt'chey, but instead of eating it she passes it to you. You smile, flattered; teylu is an important food for the Naâvi, but youâve never enjoyed the texture of the little grub worms. Youâve spent so many years sharing meals with the Sullyâs, but it still surprises you when she shows that sheâs noticed your preferences.
âI was asking about your performance,â Neytiri says casually, her expression growing coy. âTawtute believes you could have been better.â
If that pricks at Jakeâs pride, he doesnât show it. He just laughs as though Neytiri has told a very funny joke, before he turns to you. He wraps an arm around your waist and hauls you up into his lap, still clutching his food in the other hand â the motion is so familiar for the both of you that heâs able to situate you across his thighs with ease, even one-handed.Â
Jake has been pulling you into his lap at mealtimes for a long time now, and yet this time feels different. His hand lingers around your waist, coasts briefly over your thigh. Heâs always been touchy, but this time your brain keeps offering up memories from the night before; his big hot hands touching you, his mouth devouring you, his low voice murmuring insistently in your ear.Â
Your face burns, but youâre determined not to show it. You donât want to be the one to make this weird.
âNow I know thatâs a lie,â Jake croons, his breath warm on the back of your ear as he leans towards Neytiri. âYou should have heard her cryââ
âOh my god,â You hiss, whirling in Jakeâs lap to slap at his chest hard enough that your hand stings. âI did not cry, you unbearable jackassââ
âIt is normal to be overwhelmed by pleasure after so long ofâŠâ Neytiri pauses, her brow pinching just slightly as though sheâs trying to remember specific phrasing that sheâs heard before. ââNot getting any.ââ
Your jaw actually drops. The sound of the human phrase dropping from her lips is jarring, even more so when you know that itâs Jake she heard it from.
âOh, you guys are the worst.â You grumble, curling into yourself in mortification.
The two of them snicker together as you scowl, and Jake pats your flank as though trying to calm an irritated cat. Neytiri, at least, bites at her lip and tries to hide her amusement.
âNo shame in it, honey,â Jake says, and you can hear the stupid grin in his voice. âIâm just very good.â
You roll your eyes so hard that it almost makes you dizzy, and when you glance to the side you see that Neytiri has a similar expression on her face; this time, itâs your turn to laugh with her, with Jake as the subject of your snickering.
âDo not get too confident, ma Jake,â Neytiri croons, leaning in so that sheâs resting her body against his side. âYou have only pleasured her once, and it cannot have been that good â she has not said much about it.â
Jake makes a sound of pure offense even as he wraps the arm thatâs not holding you around Neytiriâs shoulders. âWhat? Nah, she loved it. Câmon, honey, help me out here.â
Neytiriâs eyes slide to you as she takes a dainty bite of her food, and you can see the conspiratorial little smile that sheâs trying to hide. Your own lips start to twitch in response, and you hide your own reaction behind your nikt'chey.
âOh,â You say lightly, keeping your expression as neutral as possible. âHe was okay.â
Instead of wounding his pride, your ribbing just makes him laugh. His arm tightens around your belly, holding you close to his chest as he ruffles Neytiriâs hair â she hisses playfully at him, though he just grins at her.
âOh, you asshole,â He murmurs into your ear, his chest rumbling against your back as his bulk looms over you, âWhat, I wasnât nice enough to you? I wouldnât have known it from all the whimpering.â
Blood rushes to your face, and you barely suppress the urge to hide your face completely in your hands. You hold the nikt'chey up in front of your masked face in an attempt to hide, mortified when Neytiri chuckles softly.
âAlright,â She says, reaching out to pat at your thigh with her large, slender hand. âEnough. Tawtute is embarrassed.â
Jake just snickers, but mercifully gives up on his playful bantering in favour of taking a large bite of his own nikt'chey. His hand stays firmly planted across your middle, large thumb stroking over your exposed skin there every couple of moments. His touchiness isnât anything new, but your skin is hot and sensitive and you have to fight back shivers every time he caresses your bare skin. Your stomach is alive with butterflies, shy arousal simmering at a low boil deep in your belly.
Youâre antsy, and itâs only made worse by the fact that Neytiri still hasnât removed her hand from your thigh. It just lingers there as she leans into Jakeâs side, as though itâs just perfectly natural and comfortable for her to allow her touch to idle around the exposed skin of your thigh.
You wonder distantly if youâre reading too much into this. Jake has always been touchy, and itâs not that unusual that Neytiri has left her large, soft palm resting against the expanse of your thigh with her fingers curling absently around the sensitive skin of your inner knee.Â
Sure, it might feel as though youâre boiling up a little on the inside from the overwhelming contact of their big hands on your exposed body, but you push your reaction down the best you can. Maybe youâre just super conscious now that the nature of your relationship has changed. It seems like youâre the only one that feels that shift though, because Jake and Neytiri are so casual about the way theyâre touching you, as though nothing has changed at all.
Youâre so busy trying to appear calm and measured and entirely unaffected that you hardly notice when Jake pauses his eating to turn his face towards you with a curious frown. He sniffs at you once, twice, before glancing towards Neytiri and raising an eyebrow with a barely stifled smirk.Â
She just blinks back at him innocently, though thereâs an unmistakable look of mischief about her eyes â whatever theyâre communicating about silently, Jake seems to find it amusing.Â
The interaction flies mostly over your head, too distracted with the way Jakeâs thigh flexes beneath you when he shifts on the log and the way Neytiri has started to draw absent-minded little patterns around your kneecap. While Jake has always been clingy, Neytiri has always been more reserved in herself. Now, with her touching you like this, you feel absolutely thrown. Itâs like someone has turned on a white noise machine in your head; all you can hear is static.
âSaânu,â Tuk warbles from a few feet away. âLoâak is being mean to me.â
âI am not! Tuk, stop being such a snitchââ
Neytiriâs eyes turn sharp, and she whirls to glare at her children. âWhat is happening over there?â
Jake rests his chin on your shoulder as he allows his wife to take the lead on dealing with the children. Itâs comfortable, and you allow yourself to melt back into his embrace, like usual. Everything feels so normal, as though last night was just a fever dream.
As Neytiri scolds the children, Jake turns his face so that his flat, cat-like nose is nuzzling into your temple. Itâs almost like heâs heard your thoughts and wants to brush them away.
âYou okay?â Jake murmurs in your ear. âLast night wasnât too much?â
You laugh a little wheezily. âNo, itâ no. It was⊠it was great. I was only joking, before.â
âYeah, I know.â He snorts, âYouâve never been a good liar, anyway.â
âFuck off,â You grumble, wriggling on his lap and nudging your elbow back into his stomach. He groans, but you can tell heâs exaggerating the amount of pain heâs in. âYour dick isnât nearly as big as your head is, you know that?â
Jake lets out a startled, full-belly laugh at that, his head tilting back as his arm tightens around your middle. He seems to find that very amusing, and heâs still snickering when he leans in to press a kiss to your temple under the strap of your mask.Â
Your stomach trembles a little, and you canât help yourself from leaning back into the warmth of his chest â Jake has always expressed his affection physically, satisfying your own desperate skin hunger, but now that youâve experienced his touch more intimately you find yourself craving more in a way thatâs beginning to freak you out a little. Youâve never really thought about Jake like this before, and you canât help but feel guilty.Â
After all, youâre the one whoâs looking at him differently now â as far as youâre aware, nothing has changed for Jake. Though he seems very flirty, thatâs the way he always is! The only reason he had touched you like that last night was because he wanted to help you out.
Neytiri turns back from the children after giving them one last warning glare, shuffling a little closer and tilting her head so sheâs peering down at you. Her hand is still on your knee; it hadnât shifted an inch even when she had turned to hiss at the children, and now she squeezes at it a little to get your attention.Â
âWhat is funny?â She wonders.
You clear your throat, a little flustered, and mutter, âYour husband is a moron.â
Neytiriâs lips twitch, and she darts an amused look over your head at Jake as his head looms over your shoulder.Â
âYes,â She agrees. âHe is a skxawng.â
âAlright, alright,â Jake says hastily, adjusting you on his lap so that youâre pulled right back against his chest, âNo ganging up on me, thanks. Besides, I know you both love me.â
Neytiri makes eye contact with you, then gives you a conspiratorial little eye roll. You giggle, impossibly pleased with the sense of camaraderie between the two of you. You even push your knee a little further into her hand, enjoying the contact.
âWill there be more dancing later?â You wonder, turning to look back at Neytiri with a smile. You remember the wondrous dancing from the night before, and find yourself hoping to catch a glimpse of the mating season dancing once more.
Neytiri hesitates, her head tilting to the side like sheâs confused. âYou are very interested in mating season,â She says slowly. âEven still.â She turns and gives Jake a strange look â one thatâs almost chiding.
Youâre not sure you know what she means, so you just shrug. âThe dancing was pretty. I enjoyed watching it.â
Neytiri hums thoughtfully, her mouth twitching. Her chiding expression turns playful, and she leans in to murmur to you, âWe will dance for you later, if you wish to see it.â
You almost do a double take at that, eyes growing wide as you choke on your own saliva in surprise. Behind you, Jake laughs at your reaction, his fingers stroking absently over the soft skin of your belly. It takes a moment for you to register that Neytiri must have been joking, and then you laugh nervously, unsure how to respond.
Jake just snickers, and leans over to nudge at Neytiriâs shoulder. Youâre still not used to how beautiful Jake and Neytiri are, how perfectly matched. They ebb and flow against each other, always communicating with just looks or gestures. Jake has always been pure raw passion, while Neytiri is more intimate and reserved about her emotions. They compliment each other so well, something youâve always admired about them.Â
Youâve always thought that you would love to find something like that for yourself, but now itâs like your thoughts have taken a turn. Now itâs like youâre looking at them and wanting them; it feels as though your brain is rotting from the inside out.
The village is bustling full of life, the smell of sweet meat sizzling and the sounds of the People laughing and children squealing filling the air for dinnertime. You force yourself to relax in Jakeâs arms, trying to act casual in the face of his and Neytiriâs teasing â fucking your friend was one thing, but now you find yourself utterly flustered at the thought of him and his wife dancing for you, of thinking about where things might go from there.
Itâs a mercy when Loâak shuffles over, his presence promptly putting an end to any suggestive conversation. Youâre almost desperately grateful; you donât think youâd be able to survive much more of their teasing.
Loâak is quiet when he settles next to Jake, a little moody. It seems that heâs come over less because he actually wants to talk to his parents, and more because heâs trying to escape Kiri, who is still teasing him over whatever embarrassing mistake he had made while training.
Undeterred by Loâakâs scowl, you lean over and give him a little smile. Youâve always had a soft spot for Loâak â you love all the Sully kids, of course, but Loâak has always been your secret little favourite. The kid is funny, so like Jake, and so starved for recognition in a way that you recognise from yourself. When you reach out to pat his head, he leans into your touch with a little pout.
âAre they bullying you?â You ask teasingly, brushing his braids back in an attempt to neaten them.
Loâak just scowls even fiercer, but he doesnât move away from your hand. âKiriâs being an asshole.â
âHey!â Jake says sharply. âDonât talk like that about your sister.â
You offer Loâak a sympathetic little smile, before leaning over to whisper, âAre you still upset about falling out of that tree?â
Loâakâs ears pin back as he winces, clearly embarrassed. âI didnât fall. I slipped.â
âAh,â You murmur, fighting a smile. âOf course. Completely different.â
From there, the evening mellows into a familiar, laid-back atmosphere that youâre familiar with. Spending time with the Sullys like this has always been easy, and you find yourself almost deliriously relieved that nothing has changed. You had been so anxious that sleeping with Jake would have totally ruined the dynamic between you and the whole family.
To tell the truth, youâre not quite sure what to make of the fact that it hasnât.
You sit sprawled across Jakeâs lap all evening, with one of Neytiriâs hands settled over your knee. Jake is always pulling you across his large striped thighs, supporting you with a massive arm around your back, but this somehow feels even more intimate than usual; or maybe itâs all in your head.
You try not to think too hard about it. After everyone has finished eating, the children all come to gather around Jake as he tells stories. Both you and Neytiri exchange eyerolls frequently â Jake is predictable, and always chooses the same tales to tell.
ââYour mother tried to kill me when we first met. She thought I was a moron, but I thought she was beautiful.â
Tuk looks absolutely enchanted by the story, despite having heard it a hundred times. Even Kiri, at the peak of her teenage angst, is listening with a little smile on her face.Â
Neytiri snorts, but sheâs smiling too. âI still think you are a moron, yawntu.â
The kids laugh, and you hide a smile of your own. You feel at home here, with Jakeâs family like this. That usual sense of pervasive loneliness that usually haunts you is entirely absent, chased away by Jake and Neytiriâs warm touches.Â
âWhat about umâma?â Tuk asks, shifting closer with a bright smile on her face as she turns her attention towards you. âTell us about how you met umâma, dad!â
You had been getting sleepy, but her question wakes you right up. The kids have always called you umâma, for as long as you can remember. Itâs like an affectionate name for mom, as far as youâre aware. Youâve always sort of assumed that itâs somewhat teasing. You know itâs not entirely unusual for Naâvi children to refer to older female figures in affectionate terms like that â the school children had called Grace saânok, a much more formal name.
âOh, god,â You breathe with a little wince. âNo, thatâs notââ
But itâs too late. Jake is only delighted to tell that story, too.
âThe first time we met, your umâma walked right past me.â Jake says, launching into his story before you can stop him. âI was trying to catch her attention, and she didnât even look at me once.â
âI didnât see youâ!â You attempt to protest, but Jake steamrolls ahead.
âI was in my wheelchair, so I was shorter than herââ
âShorter than umâma?â Tuk whispers in what sounds like bewilderment, her big eyes swinging towards you as if she wants to double-check your height.
 ââand she didnât see me when she turned around, so she actually elbowed me in the face when I tried to get closer to her to talk to her. Gave me a bloody nose and everything.â
To your horror, the kids are acting as if theyâre already heard this before. Neteyam is nodding along with Jake, and Loâak is already snickering. Tuk looks as enchanted with this story as she did with Jakeâs story about meeting their mother, starry-eyed as she leans on Kiri. Your stomach flips â how often has Jake told them this story?
âI was trying to impress her, and she didnât even look at me once.â Jake is still laughing, leaning forward over your shoulder so he can see his kids properly. âSo you can imagine how embarrassed I was, after the pretty girl I had been trying to chat up completely ignores me and then nearly breaks my goddamn noseââ
You blink, startled. What?Â
Jake has teased you about your first meeting several times over the years, always delighting in the fact that you had been so awkwardly clumsy, but you had never actually heard him recount the full thing from start to finish before. You had certainly never heard it told like that before.
âYou were flirting with me?â You blurt out. For a moment youâre worried that you had misinterpreted what he meant and that he might laugh at you, but no such thing happens.
Instead, Jake tips his head back and lets out a groaned little sigh. âOh, come on. You didnât even notice?â
Loâak looks delighted with this news, and nudges at Neteyam. âDude! Dad has no game!â
Jake shoots Loâak an irritated sort of look, his pride clearly somewhat stung, but his youngest son doesnât even seem to notice. Loâak seems to be too busy reveling in the fact that his father isnât as smooth as he thought; in fact, he looks far too pleased about this little revelation.
âI have loads of game.â Jake argues, turning to the rest of his family as though seeking backup. Neytiri looks down, visibly hiding a smirk, and says nothing at all. âYour umâma is just a difficult woman to impress.â
Youâre still gawking at him, bewildered by the turn of the conversation. Youâve been friends with Jake for a long time, and heâs always been playfully flirty â thatâs just his character. He makes cheeky jokes, heâs touchy, he calls you teasing nicknames, he gives you affectionate little kisses. Thatâs just Jake! Heâs always been like this! And yet right now, he sounds as though heâs being serious about his flirting.Â
You look at Neytiri, still a little bewildered, but she has a wry sort of smile on her face as Jake defends himself. And that confuses you even more. Her hand is still on your thigh, her fingers stroking absently over the soft skin there. The caress is sure and unhurried; itâs a kind of patience possessed by predators who are sure of their prey. Youâve never experienced a touch like this from Neytiri before. Your skin is a little too tight, your breaths a little too shallow.
You feel like youâre losing your mind. Itâs almost a relief when youâre interrupted, although you hardly even notice Olaânetuâs approaching figure until heâs stopped only a few feet from where youâre all sitting.Â
Itâs Neytiri that notices him first, as evidenced by the way her hand tightens around your thigh, but you soon feel Jake tense beneath you as well.
âOloâeyktan,â Olaânetu greets, his head dipping as he greets Jake with the traditional greeting gesture. âI see you.â
Jakeâs hands flex at your hips, but he offers Olaânetu a stiffly polite smile all the same. Foregoing any greeting of his own, Jake simply says, âWhat can I do for you?â
Olaânetu straightens, and his big golden eyes land squarely on you. Itâs unnerving to be on the receiving end of his sharp gaze, and you swallow nervously as your cheeks flare red. Itâs⊠a surprisingly bold move on his part, approaching you like this when youâre having dinner with the Sullyâs. Jake has always been a little overprotective of you, on account of you being so much smaller and more fragile, and right now his brow is drawing into a scowl thatâs honestly intimidating.
âI wish to speak to tawtute.â Olaânetu says. Though his tone is perfectly polite, the fact that heâs not actually looking at Jake is clearly making your friend antsy; he shifts under you, adjusting you on his lap, and holds you tight.
The silence that follows is awkward. You had been so blown away by the exciting strangeness of having messed around with Jake, and then the way that Neytiri had been caressing you, that you had forgotten about Olaânetu entirely.
At your side, Loâak straightens up from where he had been slouching lazily. Heâs got a little frown on his face, though heâs clearly a little confused, and he looks so much like Jake in that moment that itâs a little bewildering. He leans in a bit closer to you where youâre sitting on Jakeâs lap, and all of a sudden itâs like you have two Sully guard dogs with their ears pricked up.
âYeah,â You say, suddenly awkward. âRight, of course.â
Itâs a bit of a struggle to get out of Jakeâs lap. Not only do you have his hands holding onto your waist, but Neytiri is holding your thigh and Loâak keeps shuffling closer into your space. You actually have to practically worm your way out of their grip, before you stand in front of them all panting with the effort. You scowl a little at Jake, and he purses his lips in that way he does when heâs annoyed about something before he offers you a quick shrug.
Olaânetu leads you a couple of steps away from the family, before stopping just out of earshot and turning to you with a smile. He even bends down so that heâs at eye level with you. The village is bustling full of life, and the sounds of the People laughing and children squealing fill the air. Despite the hive of activity around you, youâre hyper aware of the stares of the entire Sully family burning into your back.
Olaânetu must notice the fact that the two of you are being watched closely, but he gives no indication of it. âI am pleased to see you here. Can I get you food?â
âOh,â You get a little flustered at his offer, trying hard not to look over your shoulder at the Sullys. âUm⊠Iâve already eaten.â
Olaânetu glances over your shoulder, presumably looking at Jake, before his eyes fall back to your face. Itâs a little difficult to read him; thereâs a friendly little smile on his face, but thereâs a small furrow in his brow that suggests heâs confused.
âJakesully watches you closely.â He notes, his tone careful. âHe is⊠always looking.â
âOh, heâs a little protective.â You laugh nervously. âDonât mind him.â
Olaânetuâs eyes linger on your face a moment. Thereâs a beat of silence as nostrils flare; youâve seen Jake do this often enough to realise that heâs scenting you. Itâs an embarrassing thought, made even worse when his brows furrow.Â
âAh.â He says after a moment, his head tilting a little. He looks confused, as though he doesnât quite know what to make of you. âHe has scent-marked you. Neytiri too.â
Your hand flies up to hold your neck. âThey what?â
Olaânetu hums, and reaches out to brush his fingers over the spot where Neytiriâs wrist had brushed earlier. Had that been an accident? Surely she would never have done such a thing on purpose.
Heâs still watching your face closely. âI do not want to⊠misunderstand. You always smell of Jakesully but⊠they have not yet claimed you?â
You nearly do a double take. Claimed you? You donât even know how to begin unpacking that. You wonder if thereâs some sort of cultural nuance that youâre missing here. Your fluency in the Naâvi language is advanced, but even still you sometimes mistranslate or misunderstand things.
âJake is my best friend.â You say with an awkward smile, hoping that answers his question.Â
You think of the way Jake had stuffed your pussy full with his fingers the night before, and the way Neytiri had been so subtly brushing her fingers over your tits earlier that evening, and you wonder how on earth to explain your relationship with them. Not even you fully understand it. Theyâre your friends, but even you have to admit that it often feels like⊠more than that. They feel like home in a way that the human outpost never has, and yet you have to admit that the dynamic feels a little different now.
âThey look after me.â You continue stupidly. Itâs the only way you can think of to explain.
Olaânetu looks thoughtful, but he nods slowly. âI see. But they have notâŠâÂ
As Olaânetu trails off, his brow furrows in a contemplative frown. It seems as though heâs thinking about his next words very carefully.Â
You dart a quick glance over your shoulder. Itâs not much of a surprise to find Jake and Neytiri watching you closely (just like they had the last time Olaânetu had approached you), but it is somewhat of a surprise to see that the kids are all watching you with hawk-like eyes as well. You offer them an awkward, close-mouthed smile to try and ease the tension. The only one who returns it is Tuk, who throws in a cute little wave as well.
Finally, Olaânetu seems to find his words. âThey have not yet mated with you, have they? I cannot⊠I cannot tell from your scent. You smell like Jakesully⊠but you always smell of him.â
Your mouth flaps open and closed moronically. Oh god. The bold line of questioning leaves you completely flustered. You hadnât expected him to be so forthright about things, and youâre certainly not prepared to admit that you had let Jake finger you until you were limp and drooling in his arms only the night before.
âI⊠I donât- I mean, no, they havenât mated with me.â You say when you finally gather yourself enough to answer. âTheyâre- theyâre mated with each other!â
That makes Olaânetu crack a smile, as though amused by your reaction.Â
âIt is not unusual for a mated pair to take on a third. Jake and Neytiri have not discussed this with you?â Olaânetu asks. When you shake your head, his big golden eyes dart over your shoulder towards where Jake and Neytiri are sitting behind you. âI had thought⊠they act as thoughâŠâ
Olaânetu doesnât finish that thought, though you wait for him to. The resulting silence is a little awkward, but then Olaânetu creeps forward a little. He doesnât reach for you, though it looks as though heâs thinking about it.
You shift on your feet a little awkwardly, and scratch at your elbow. Now that youâre actually in front of Olaânetu, you feel incredibly awkward. Youâve been looking at the Naâvi in a rather hungry way for a while now, and yet now that youâre faced with a male who actually seems interested in you, all you can think about is the way Jake had touched you the night before.
Itâs like the floodgates have opened inside your brain. Youâve been around Jake and Neytiri for years now, and yet now you feel shivery and bubbly with simmering arousal after experiencing their attention all evening. You wonder if thereâs something wrong with you.Â
This is your best friend and his wife! You feel like a weirdo for thinking about them like that.Â
âYou are interested in Naâvi?â Olaânetuâs tail lashes behind him as he watches you.Â
You swallow thickly. Oh, you feel totally out of your depth now. You can feel the eyes of the Sullys boring into you as you speak with Olaânetu; youâre just grateful they canât hear what youâre saying, because you donât think youâd be able to live the embarrassment down.
âUm⊠Yeah.â You say faintly.
 Your brain decides unhelpfully to offer up memories of Jakeâs big hands and pretty blue skin from the night before, and the ridiculous size of his dick. Jake may have only touched you like that so that you could experience being with a Naâvi for the first time, but you think he may also have unintentionally ruined you for anyone else. Your mind just keeps replaying the encounter in your head like itâs a damn slideshow.
âBut⊠you do not accept Jakesully and Neytiri?â Olaânetu speaks slowly, as though approaching a sensitive topic.
All you can do is blink, wondering if youâre misunderstanding what heâs asking you. It sounds as though he thinks that youâre the one making the final decision here, as though youâre the one with the power. The thought is comical.
âIâm not sure IâŠâ You trail off, bewildered. âWhat do you mean âacceptâ them?âÂ
âAs mates. They seem to be waiting for your decision.â Olaânetu murmurs, his eyes darting back over your shoulder towards when Jake and Neytiri are no doubt still watching. âBut you must be a difficult creature to impress.â
Thatâs so similar to what Jake had said earlier that you find yourself floundering. That couldnât have been what Jake had meant though, surely? You feel as though youâve been struck dumb â the connotations of what Olaânetu is suggesting is almost more than you can handle, and yet he keeps on talking before you can actually wrap your head around it.
âPerhaps it is that you are not ready to take on a mate?â Olaânetu says, his big golden eyes peering into your face. It seems as though heâs having difficulty assessing your thoughts thanks to your alien human features. âI, too, am not ready for a mate. But if it is exploring you are interested inââ
Youâre hardly listening to a word he says. You think back rather frantically to every reaction youâve had with Jake and Neytiri for the past several years. Itâs true that youâve always been close, probably closer than any other relationship youâve ever had in your life.Â
You spend almost all of your time with them when youâre not at the human outpost, you sleep in their bed when you stay over with them, their children call you umâma. And thatâs not to mention the tactile nature of your relationship with Jake. But thatâs how Jake has always been, even when he was human!
Okay⊠maybe you can see where Olaânetuâs coming from with his assumptions.Â
âWait,â You choke out, interrupting whatever the hell Olaânetu had been saying. âHang on, are you⊠are you saying that everyone thinks that Iâmâ that Jake and Neytiri areââ
You canât even figure out how to put your thoughts into words. You end up just standing there, gawping at Olaânetu like an idiot as your brain tries to sort all of this out.
Olaânetu frowns, tilting his head in honest confusion. âI had thought that you were mated for many years. But maybe they are just courting you?â
You positively goggle at him, struck dumb. You donât think you could form a reply even if you wanted to.Â
It should be a ridiculous notion. Jake has been your friend for years! Sure, you might be closer than most friends, but thatâs just how you two have always been. And Neytiri has become your friend too, treating you like family and even welcoming you into her and Jakeâs bed whenever you happen to stay the night. If Olaânetu had told you this a week ago, you might have even laughed at his questions. But now, after your experimentation with Jake and all of his and Neytiriâs suggestive touches and comments today, you find yourself baffled.Â
You never get the chance to respond. Footsteps sound from behind you, and Olaânetuâs eyes flicker above your head as a warm body presses close to your back. You glance over your shoulder, expecting to see Jake â youâre surprised to find that itâs Neytiri whoâs standing at your back, watching Olaânetu with sharp eyes.
âCome,â Neytiri murmurs to you, but her eyes remain fixed on Olaânetu. âYou have not finished eating.â
You hesitate for a moment, staring up at her. You wonder if youâre losing your mind â Neytiri is so beautiful, her features sharp and bold and her golden eyes intense as she stares down Olaânetu. Thereâs an awkward silence, but then you start to nod.
âIâll, um⊠see you later.â You say to Olaânetu, but your heartâs not in it. Youâre distracted, sending uncertain glances up at Neytiri. Olaânetu nods and raises a hand to wave, but youâre already stepping after Neytiri as she leads you back towards the family with a large slender hand pressed between your shoulderblades.
Jake is sitting on the log where you left him, but heâs leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees as he watches you return with Neytiri. Heâs frowning, his ears twitching; he looks strangely alert, although some of the stiffness in his shoulders eases as you and Neytiri join him again. The kids are all gathered nearby, and you can see them exchanging looks with each other in a little silent conversation.
You feel embarrassed that they all just witnessed you chatting with Olaânetu, but you try to shake it off. Youâve got nothing to be embarrassed about, after all, and itâs not like they heard you.
âWhat was that all about, sweetheart?â Jake asks when you get close enough, already reaching out to try and pull you into his lap.
But for the first time, possibly ever, you resist. You pull your arm back, refusing to go, and Jake blinks at you in bewilderment. You feel sort of guilty, but your head is spinning so fast that you feel dizzy â you need space, and time to think and sort out all of these bizarre thoughts and revelations.
âIâm⊠Iâm going to head to bed, I think.â You blurt, taking a step back.Â
Hurt flashes across Jakeâs face, and he sits up straighter. In all your years of knowing each other, youâve never pushed Jake away like this.
âYou are not staying with us tonight?â Neytiri asks with a discontented frown. She sits down next to Jake on the log, and you think you see her nudge him hard in the side.
You shake your head, swallowing thickly. Normally, youâd be only too delighted to spend the night, but everything has happened so fast and you need time to think.
âNo, Iâll just⊠Iâll see you guys tomorrow.â You murmur, forcing a smile as you step back.Â
Your expression canât be very convincing, because the kids exchange another look before turning to look at their parents. Loâak stands, looking between his parents before turning to look at you.
âIâll walk you back, umâmaââ He starts to say, but heâs cut off when Neytiri grabs his shoulder and pulls him back down.
Jake stands instead, and rests his hand on your shoulder. âIâll walk you back.â He says, squeezing lightly.
You canât bring yourself to refuse the offer â the forests of Pandora are deadly for a human alone, and you canât afford to go without an escort. You bite your lip, before nodding jerkily. This is fine. Jake is just looking out for you as a friend, like he always is. Youâre the one thatâs acting weird! You need to pull yourself together.
The walk home is awkwardly silent. Youâre lost in your thoughts, replaying every interaction youâve had this evening and picking them apart obsessively in your head. Meanwhile, Jake ambles along at your side, matching your pace perfectly. Heâs equally as quiet, but he keeps darting looks at you out of the corner of his eyes. Jake is many things, but heâs never been subtle.
By the time you reach the outpost, hardly a word has been shared between the two of you. Jake has started tapping his fingers against his thigh, and the frequency of his glances have increased yet again. He clears his throat, and finally speaks up.
âSo, uh⊠did you enjoy dinner, honey?â He asks. The levity in his voice is rather forced, and it contrasts with the little frown creasing his forehead.
You hum, but youâre distracted. âMm, sure. It was fine.â
Jake bites at his lip for a second, obviously thinking. His nose twitches, nostrils flaring. He leans a little closer, and you can see his pretty golden eyes dart to your neck.
âDid he touch you there?â Jaks asks. A scowl creases his brow as he reaches out to brush his fingers over your throat, right where Olaânetu had touched where Neytiri had scented.
You jerk back, and then itâs like the floodgates open. Youâre unable to keep your thoughts to yourself any longer.
âWhat the fuck is going on, Jake?â You blurt, eyes wide and bewildered as you take a step back. âI donâtâ Iâm so confused. Last night wasâ but then today! You were soâ and then Neytiri as well! I donât understand, and then Olaânetu saidâ but I donât get itââ
Jakeâs expression drops, all pretence at cheerfulness abandoned. He takes a knee instantly to put himself down at your level, his eyes wide and a little panicked.
âWhoa, whoa, slow down, sweetheart. Whatâs the problem? Deep breath.â He says, his voice low and soothing as he tries to shush you. He reaches out and puts his hands on your shoulders, his thumbs stroking delicately over your skin.
You push his hands away, still reeling. âOlaânetu thought we were mates. As in, you, Neytiri, and me.â
You wait for a moment, and allow that to sink in. Youâre not entirely certain what youâre expecting his reaction to be; will he laugh at that ridiculous notion? Will he be horrified? Disgusted?Â
But instead, Jakeâs face wobbles, as though he canât hide his expression fast enough.
âHe⊠and yet he was trying to put moves on you anyway?â He says, his nose scrunching in distaste as his fangs glint in the moonlight.
You gape at him. Jake misses the point so damn often itâs like he does it on purpose, but the fact that he doesnât see that youâre being serious about this infuriates you.
âJake!â You hiss, fists clenching at your side. âYouâre not even listeningâ!â
âIâm listening, Iâm listeningââ Jake throws his hands up in a gesture of surrender.
âYou said that youâd help meâ or, or that youâd help me experience Naâvi⊠um, bodies, and it was⊠it was really good, butâ I thought thatâ I donât know, I justâ you said that you were going to guide me through it before I went messing around with other Naâviââ
Jakeâs ears have folded back against the side of his head, and he listens to you with a frown. âI didnât think youâd actually want to mess around with other Naâvi after I took care of youââ
âOh what, you think your dick is just that good?â You fold your arms across your chest immediately, scowling.Â
Jake pauses for a moment, and you see his mouth begin to twitch into a smile. Your temper flares, and you glare furiously at him.
âDonât you dare.â You warn, already knowing that he has some smart remark planned.
Jake breathes a soft laugh, but then hastily wipes his expression clean when he catches sight of the glint in your eye. He sighs, and reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. He looks a little ridiculous kneeling in the dirt and bending over so that heâs on your level, his expression open and conciliatory.
âHoney, I donât understand whatâs wrongââ
âStop calling me honey!â
Jake gapes at you. Youâve never shouted at him like that; in all the years youâve known each other, youâve never gotten so mad at him that youâd yell, and youâve never once told him to not call you by his cutesy nicknames. For the first time, Jake seems to actually realise that youâre in turmoil over here.
âTell me whatâs wrong.â He says, and his voice has lost all trace of levity and humour. His expression is serious now, as though heâs dedicating his full attention to solving this problem.
You groan, reaching up to scrub at your face. You can barely even sort through your own thoughts in your head, you have no idea how to effectively go about communicating your feelings here. Throwing delicacy to the wind, you take a deep breath.
âI think I have a crush on you!â You yell close to hysterics. âAnd itâs ruining my life! I mean, fuck! Iâm ruining everything just cause I canât control myselfââ
Jakeâs ears twitch and his tail lashes wildly, as though he momentarily loses control of his extremities. His eyes go big and round, and you wonder if this is it â have you fucked everything up?Â
You had such a good thing going with the Sully family, and the thought of you ruining it just because you got flustered over Jake and Neytiri touching you in a way that was probably meant to be friendly anyway makes you feel ill.
âBaby, come on. Weâre practically married anyway, a crush is a good thing.â Jake says, reaching out to take a hold of your elbows. He shuffles closer on his knees, his back bowing as he ducks down to look you in the face.Â
His expression is open and earnest, and thereâs a faint trace of urgency in his eyes as he watches your reaction, and yet you find yourself rearing back and searching his face desperately for any hint of a lie.
âWhat do youââ You start to say uncertainly, but Jake keeps going before you can finish.
âThe kids call you umâma, you sleep in our bed, you do everything with us. Youâreâ I mean, weâre crazy for you. Canât you see that?â Jakeâs forehead is all creased up as he tries to keep your attention on him. âWeâveâ weâve been together for yearsââ
âWhat?â You blurt, bewildered. âWeâ no. Weâve been friends. You called me your best friend last night even when you had your goddamn face between my legsââ
âWe always call each other that! Itâs like⊠itâs like a bit or somethingââ He looks helplessly confused. âWhen you talked about Olaânetu I thought you were just curious, or that you just wanted to experiment or somethingââ
âWhy would you not tell me!â You shriek, throwing your hands up in the air. You feel like an absolute madwoman, and Jake is regarding you like youâre something fragile about to shatter. âOh my godâ so, you and Neytiri have been married for years, and the whole time everyone has thought that Iâm just some sad loser that follows the two of you everywhereââ
âNo!â Jake says, and now heâs raising his voice too. âNo, thatâs not what I meant! I meant that youâve been part of our family this whole time. You must have known thatââ
Oh god, youâre getting overwhelmed. Confused and embarrassed tears begin pricking at your eyes, and Jakeâs entire face drops when he realises that youâre about to cry.
âHow would I have known that, Jake?!â Youâre shouting loud enough that youâre certain the scientists inside the outpost can hear you, but mercifully no one comes to check whatâs going on. âYouâve never said anything! The only time youâve ever touched me in a way that suggests weâre more than friends is last nightâ!â
âIt never occurred to me to say anything!â Heâs clearly fighting not to raise his voice, trying to keep calm and composed. âI didnât realise that you didnâtâ baby, I have plenty of friends. How many of them spend the night in our bed, or sit on my lap? How many of them do I kissââ
âI donât know! Youâre a friendly guy!â You yell back, painfully aware of how stupid you sound right now. âButâ it doesnât matter how touchy you were, you never actually did anything! And yet now you expect me to believe that you really wanted me all this timeââ
âI didnât think you were interested!â Jake bursts out. âYou never talked about sex, not until last night! Iâve been hinting for years, I just thought that you werenât into sex or intimacy that wayâ which is fine by the way, me and Neytiri never minded that, you know that weâd take you anyway we could have youââ
âIâm only human, Jake! I haveâ I have needs!â Your cheeks are absolutely burning, but you manage to hold eye contact with him. âI mean, you never said anything! So Iâve been sitting lonely in the human outpost while you and Neytiri have been having babiesââ
âYouââ Jakeâs ears flick desperately, âYou want a baby?â
âNO!â You yell, flustered and frustrated.
âWhat?â Jake breathes to himself so quietly that you nearly miss it. He shakes his head quickly, as though trying to clear his head. âOkay, okay, I screwed up, obviously. I should have been more upfront, I should have talked things through with you, I shouldnât have just assumed we were all on the same page, I get that. But honey, youâve always been a huge part of our family, weâve been bringing you gifts of jewelry and clothes and food for yearsââ
Fuck, you feel so mixed up and confused. You run your hands frustratedly over your face, already shaking your head. Jake is getting steadily more frantic as he talks, clearly seeing that youâre beginning to withdraw.Â
He tries to take your hand but you step back, chewing at your lip.
âStop. Jake, stop for a minute.â You groan, turning away from him so that you can breathe for a moment. Your breath rasps through your mask, and abruptly you feel incredibly claustrophobic.Â
You canât wrap your head around any of this. Truthfully, you had been perfectly content with your life on Pandora up until a few weeks ago. Jake had satisfied your skin hunger with his caresses and cuddles, Neytiri had always made you feel welcomed around the village by providing you with pretty Omaticaya style clothes and jewelry, and youâve always been so close to the children that you never craved any of your own. The fact that you had gone so long without any sexual intimacy is surely a testament to how happy you were with the way things were, and yet now you find your head spinning.Â
Does this mean that you could have had more this whole time? That all those months of craving sexual intimacy, of your growing interest in Naâvi biology, was entirely useless because you had two enormous sexy Naâvi who loved and cared for you very much just sitting right there the whole time thinking that you werenât interested in sex? What the fuck?
âI canât do this right now.â You whisper. Youâre breathing heavily, as though all of your overthinking is taking an actual physical toll on you. âI have toâ I canât. I have to go.â
Jakeâs expression drops entirely, and he pushes himself to stand, already reaching out after you. âHang on, please. Look, kid, why donât you just come back home, huh? We can talk things out properly, all three of usââ
You shake your head as you step backwards towards the outpost door. You probably should talk this out, but you just canât right now. You need to get this mask off, and you need time to think to yourself about all of this and what it means for your relationships going forward.
âIâll see you tomorrow, Jake.â You whisper.
You donât let yourself listen to the way he calls your name as you escape into the outpost; you already know that if you see the look on his face, youâll crumble.
The heavy door swings shut behind you, the hiss of the hydraulics drowning out the last of Jakeâs pleas. Youâre finally alone for the evening, but for a very long moment you canât move at all. You just stay leaning against the heavy door as the oxygenation chamber begins to work, finally allowing you to tear your mask off and toss it to the floor.Â
You take deep, heavy breaths, before hiding your head in your hands. You canât help but feel as though youâve handled that rather poorly.
For the next several days, you donât leave the outpost once. Ostensibly, youâre helping Norm with his research. In reality, youâre likely just getting underfoot and annoying all the other scientists that are actually trying to do work.
Itâs cowardly and immature, but you just donât think you can face Jake or Neytiri right now. You canât stop thinking of the looks and whispers that the two of them had exchanged when you had talked about possibly being interested in Naâvi men and mating. Youâre so damn embarrassed, and you feel like a total idiot.
And yet at the same time, you feel so prickly and irritated. After so many years of friendship, how ridiculous is it that they didnât speak to you about this? Your irritation bleeds over into your mood as you sit around the base, and soon enough everyone else in the outpost starts to avoid you as best they can.
Three days may not seem like an extraordinarily long time to avoid your friends, but itâs the longest youâve gone without seeing them in⊠well, possibly ever.
Jake knows you well enough to know that you need space to think things over, which probably accounts for the fact that he hasnât yet shown up to bust your door down. But while Jake may be giving you space, no one seems to have given that memo to Loâak.
âWhatever dad did, Iâm sure heâs sorry.â Loâak blurts on the afternoon of your third day of self-imposed exile.
The two of you are sprawled out on one of the couches in the meagre corner that Max has attempted to turn into a recreation area â the couch Loâak is laying across was originally designed for Avatar bodies, and he spends enough time in the outpost that he looks perfectly at home here with a CO2 respirator hanging around his neck for him to sip at the air.
You sigh, avoiding his eyes. You know youâre not meant to have favourites among the children, but youâve always had a mushy little soft spot for Loâak. Heâs always so hungry for recognition and validation, and yet he can be so damn sweet. Itâs no surprise that heâs the one thatâs skipping his duties in the clan just to hang out with you at the outpost because heâs worried about you.
âYour dad didnât do anything, Loâak.â You murmur, though youâre still having a hard time looking at him.
Loâakâs brow puckers. â... Mom, then?â
âNo!â You say quickly, before taking a deep breath and continuing in a calmer tone of voice. âNo, itâs notâ look, itâs just⊠sometimes, grown-ups just need some time apart to think, thatâs all.â
Loâak is quiet for a moment. Heâs staring down into his lap, his brow drawn together moodily as he fidgets with his thumbs. Heâs obviously thinking hard, lost in his thoughts, though you couldnât begin to guess what it is heâs thinking about.
Loâak is more like his mother than anyone gives him credit for; just like Neytiri, he does a poor job keeping his thoughts and feelings to himself for too long.
âSpider said that Norm told him about a human thing called divorce.â He bursts out, finally raising his head to look at you. For the first time, you see the glimmer of panic in his eyes. âAre youâ youâre not doing that, right?â
You rear back, struggling to hide your shock from him. Oh god, now the guilt is starting to set in. In all your panic and embarrassment, you hadnât really considered what the kids must have thought about all this.Â
Loâakâs ears are pressed flat against the side of his head and his tail is coiled tightly against his body, giving you an insight into how vulnerable heâs feeling right now.
âOh, no, kiddo!â You blurt, sitting up on the couch and leaning over to place a hand on your shoulder. âItâs not⊠Itâs not like that.â
Loâakâs eyes are suspiciously glassy, and he immediately shuffles over to hide his face in your shoulder. The hug is a little awkward; heâs not nearly as small as he used to be as a small child, but heâs still trying his best to curl his much larger body into your chest. Itâs like cuddling a golden retriever that doesnât realise how large it is.
âMom and dad have been arguing since you left.â He mumbles into your shoulder. âWhatever they did to make you mad, theyâre sorry about it.â
Your heart aches, and you close your eyes and sigh as you kiss his forehead. Damn, now you really feel like an asshole. You never expected this to impact Jake and Neytiriâs relationship at home, and to hear that theyâre actually in conflict comes as a surprise to you. Theyâre usually a united front, so to hear that thereâs cracks in that front because of you is somewhat jarring.
â... What are they arguing about?â You murmur, feeling a little guilty for prying.
Loâak shrugs, as though the way his parents think is utterly mystifying to his brain. âMom thinks dad fucked up somehow, I dunno.â
He darts a quick look up at your face as though trying to check whether heâs going to get scolded for cursing, but you hardly notice. Youâre too busy thinking. You canât help but wonder exactly how Jake had recounted your little conversation to Neytiri, and you feel your cheeks burn at the thought of what she must have had to say about it. They probably both think youâre a total moron.
You sigh through your nose and pet Loâakâs braids absently. He seems happy to burrow close as you think, relaxing into your arms as though heâs not comically large for a fourteen year old.Â
Truthfully, you wonder if youâre overthinking this. Because if youâre being honest with yourself, the thought that Jake and Neytiri think of you romantically sends a thrill of excitement so pure running through you that it feels as though itâs going to knock you off your feet.Â
Youâve spent so long moping about being alone that you didnât even realise that you have two big sexy Naâvi sitting there interested in you but thinking that you werenât interested in sex? Fuck, how could you have misassessed the situation like that?
âHey, umâma?â Loâak mumbles, his voice all muffled by your shirt.
âYeah?â
Thereâs a pause. Then Loâak says, âOlaânetuâs a loser.â
âLoâak!â You scold, swatting at his head.Â
âItâs true!â Loâak complains. Your light smack to his head is so inconsequential that he doesnât even bother moving his head out of the way, choosing instead to shuffle even closer until heâs practically crushing you.
âItâs rude to call people losers.â You sigh.
Loâak just grumbles. âNot when theyâre trying to steal one of your moms.â
âThatâs notââ You start, before falling silent. Naâvi mating practices and culture still throws you for a loop sometimes, but to hear Loâak say that he considers you a mom leaves you feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. You had known he viewed you as some kind of role model figure based on how he used to follow along behind your ankles as a young child, but to hear him come out and say it is something entirely different.
âAw.â You whisper, unable to help it as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight. âYouâre so sweet, arenâtcha?â
Despite the fact that Loâak was literally just burrowing his way into your side, he starts rolling his eyes and leaning away. âUmâma, quit it!â
Youâre still laughing when you hear the sound of a door opening somewhere behind you, and you donât even bother looking around. Itâs Loâak who looks over your shoulder instead, and his face goes slack in surprise as his mouth drops open.
âMom!â Loâak says, pushing himself up onto his knees on the couch so he can stare wide-eyed behind you.
You whip around at that, and feel your heart actually skip a beat at the sight of Neytiri picking her way through the narrow walkway of the outpost. Youâre certain that your own expression matches Loâakâs surprised bewilderment perfectly.Â
Neytiri has never visited the human outpost before; she mostly tolerates the presence of the humans living beyond the boundary of the Omaticaya village, and is understandably wary of most of them. The sight of her walking towards you as she fiddles with the respirator around her neck is surreal.
Your stomach trembles at the sight of her. Youâre not sure youâre ready to have this conversation with her, but you already know thereâs no escape. If thereâs anyone that can match Jake in pure hard-headed stubbornness, itâs Neytiri.
âLoâak,â Neytiri murmurs as she approaches. âGo home. Your father wants you to go foraging with Kiri.â
Loâak groans loudly, and Neytiri shoots him a look so sharp that it practically cuts. He gets the message almost immediately, and obviously decides itâs in his best interest not to argue any further. He stands up off the couch and skulks off, though he glances over his shoulder at you before he rounds the corner.
âSee you at dinner, umâma?â He calls, his eyes gone soft and hopeful.
You hesitate, glancing nervously at Neytiri. âUh⊠Iâm not sure.â You say non-committedly, smiling weakly.Â
Loâak frowns, stopping dead-still as his ears pin back. âUmâma, please.â
Ah fuck, you never could deny that kid anything. You sigh, reaching up to rub at the space between your eyes. âRight. Yeah, okay. See you later, Loâak.â
As soon as Loâak disappears around the corner, Neytiri steps towards you. Flustered, you stand up to meet her as she stops just short of the couch. Sheâs watching you closely, her honey-coloured eyes tracking over every inch of you.Â
Youâre so thrown by the fact that sheâs actually here, in front of you, in the human outpost, that you barely even know what to say to her.Â
âUm⊠hey.â You say stupidly.
Thankfully, Neytiri decides to ignore your weak little greeting.Â
âI wish to talk, tawtute.â Her voice is soft, as though sheâs trying not to scare you away.
Right. Of course she does. Your eyes dart around the little rec area, all shifty. Towards the back of the open space of the outpost, you can see some of the scientists sending you curious looks. You canât really blame them; while the Sully kids are regular visitors around here, the sight of Neytiri must be rather startling.
âWe can talk in my room.â You mutter, stepping back and hurriedly leading the way towards privacy.
Neytiri follows along silently, though her attention is mostly taken up with looking around the building curiously. You usher her into your room quickly, your heart rate already picking up nervously.
Itâs more than a little unnerving to watch Neytiriâs tall, willowy figure stepping into your cramped, windowless room. She looks so out of place amongst the clutter of your stuff, and yet she steps forward and sinks down to perch herself on the edge of your bed as though she belongs there.
You barely manage to stifle a squeak at the sight of her sitting right where Jake had sat only a few nights earlier, right before he had fingered you within an inch of your life. Sheâs watching you as though she knows what youâre thinking, and you feel your face grow warm under her regard.
âJake said that you needed space,â She murmurs, breaking the expectant silence that had settled over the two of you. âAnd I trust him with many things. But he has already made a mess of this, hasnât he?â
You swallow thickly, fidgeting with your fingers. You canât help but feel guilty; it was you that had made a mess of this by hiding yourself away like this and refusing to face them after your obvious misunderstanding.Â
âIâm sorry.â You say stiffly. âI didnât mean to⊠well. I just needed time to think.â
Neytiri hums, though she doesnât appear too convinced. âJake tells me that you did not realise how we valued you as a mate.â
She says it as though she thinks itâs ridiculous, which certainly doesnât help things. She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she watches you. Her delicate little chest covering sways forward, and it takes everything in you not to stare at her tits.
âWhy would you wish to mate with someone you cannot connect with?â You ask, your voice quiet.Â
Itâs probably not fair to throw Neytiriâs own words back at her from the conversation you had had about Olaânetu on the first night of mating season, but you get a twisted sense of satisfaction from the way her expression cracks into surprise. She looks taken aback, her ears flattening.Â
âThat was not what I meant.â She protests, her brow creasing into a frown.
âYou were asking me to find âreleaseâ with the other humans!â You burst out. It might not be fair to get frustrated at her like this, but all of these thoughts have been brewing since your little argument with Jake and you finally get the chance to express them.
Neytiriâs tail lashes, revealing her own restlessness.Â
âYou never approached us forâŠâ She trails off, then takes a breath. âI assumed that you were seeking pleasure from your kind. It is like I said; sex is a way for bonding in mated pairs as well as outside of them.â
You blink at her, bewildered. You had thought that she was just making a sweeping statement about Naâvi sexuality. It hadnât occurred to you that she had been telling you this because she was including you in the mated subsection of the population.
âJake thought that you were not interested in sexual intimacy at all, because you never mentioned anything to him.â Neytiri says. âBut I had thought that you just preferred intimacy with your own kind. And that would be fine, tawtute. There is much diversity among Naâvi mating bonds, and there is almost no mating bonds between Naâvi and Sky People. We are learning as we go.â
Sheâs doing the same thing that Jake had done; keeping her voice carefully low as though trying not to upset you. Youâre a little torn; you canât decide whether itâs sweet or aggravating that they treat you like youâre something delicate that needs to be protected. You decide to settle on aggravated, even as she keeps talking.
âThere are other forms of intimacy; sitting in laps, grooming, cooking for each other, sleeping in shared spaces, spending quality time together. We do all of this, syulang.â
âIf you arenât interested in having sex with me, just say that.â You say, crossing your arms defensively over your chest. You know that you sound like a little brat right now, but you canât help it. âYou donât have to come up with all these different excuses.â
Neytiriâs eyes widen, her hairless brows raising.
âWe did not think we wereââ Neytiri struggles for a moment to find the right word. âCompatible. Sexually. We are too big, tawtute, we could have hurt you.â
âBut you never even tried.â You say stubbornly, a frown creeping onto your face. âJake wasnât too big when he fingered me the other night.â
You might be stretching the truth a little there, because Jake has fat-ass fingers that had stretched you until you had been an actual sobbing mess, but youâre trying to make a point here.
Neytiri reaches up and presses her fingers against her mouth, and it takes you a moment to realise that sheâs trying hard not to laugh.Â
âIf you wanted to be touched, all you had to do was ask.â She murmurs, before reaching her other hand out towards you.
You hesitate for a moment. Youâre not sure if youâre ready to let go of your annoyance so easily, but you step towards Neytiri all the same. Her tail is twitching, a clear sign of her anticipation. As soon as you get within armâs reach, she takes you by the arms and pulls you right up into her lap.
You squeak, flustered at the sudden movement. Itâs not like itâs strange for you to be hauled into a Naâviâs lap, but itâs never been Neytiriâs lap before. You grab onto her shoulders without thinking to try and steady yourself, and out of the corner of your eye you see a pleased smile playing about her lips.
âWhat did you think of Jake?â She asks, her voice low. Her long, slender hands wrap around your hips to keep you in place across her thighs.
âUmâŠâ Your brain has stalled a bit, completely distracted by the way your own thighs are spread wide so that youâre straddling her hips.Â
Neytiriâs tiny little smile is knowing, as if she knows that your cunt is growing wet and hot just from the feeling of your thighs being stretched wide over hers. Even more distracting is the way her long fingers are tracing over the exposed skin of your thighs where your dress has ridden up over your hips.Â
âYou wanted to experience Naâvi bodies, hm?â She murmurs, her fingers pushing higher as she traces little circles over your hips. âWhat did you think of Jakeâs?â
âIt wasâ he was⊠great.â You sound like an absolute idiot, and you feel like one as well. Itâs like your brain is actually grinding to a halt, as though every ounce of your awareness is narrowing down to the points of contact between you and Neytiri.Â
Neytiri hums, her eyes dropping down over your own body and lingering. Sheâs clearly curious about your cotton dress â you almost exclusively wear your Omaticayan style beaded top and loincloth when youâre in the village, and Neytiri hasnât actually seen you wearing your own human clothes in years. She tugs at the back of it with a tiny frown.
âGood.â She murmurs, her fingers tangling in the soft fabric of your dress. âBut just as you were unfamiliar with Naâvi bodies, I have never experienced the body of a Sky Person.â
You take a sharp breath. Youâve clearly been painfully oblivious of any signals that Jake and Neytiri may have been sending you over the years, and youâre not prepared to miss out on anything else just because youâre not willing to take a risk.
âDâyou want to?â You ask in a whisper. It comes out more breathless that you had intended, your excitement causing your lungs to squeeze tight.
Neytiriâs smile widens, the delicate skin around her eyes creasing right before she leans in and presses a full-mouthed kiss to your mouth.Â
Itâs messier and more heated than you had expected from her, and you moan without meaning to when her sharp canines tug at your lower lip. Neytiri kisses like she's got something to prove â her mouth is firm and unyielding against yours, and her teeth nip lightly at your lips in a way that sends a shiver rippling down your spine.Â
As you gasp into her mouth, her hands grip at your waist and haul you closer to her until your chests are pressed tight together, your thighs spread wide around her hips as she pulls you tight to her.
You whimper against her, unable to help yourself, and then to your immense disappointment she pulls back. Her mouth is wet and swollen, but she looks so pretty when she grins at you. When she tugs at your dress again, you pick up on her unspoken request and immediately begin tugging your dress over your head.
Youâre left in just your bra and panties, but youâre not given a moment to feel self-conscious. Neytiriâs big golden eyes are taking you in hungrily, but despite that hunger thereâs also a gleam of curiosity in her eyes. When you unclasp your bra and let it fall to the side, her eyes land on your breasts as though youâve just unwrapped a gift for her.
She reaches for your tits immediately, and her big hands practically swallow them whole. Youâre reminded of the way she had brushed her hands against your tits when she had fixed your top in a way that was almost casual, but in hindsight was unmistakably erotic.
âAh,â Neytiri murmurs, sounding almost surprised as her hands close around your tits. âThey are softer than I expected.â
âAre they?â You breathe a little dazedly.Â
She hums, and you bite back another squeak when she reaches up and pulls off her pretty chest covering. Youâve seen Neytiriâs breasts before, of course; the Naâvi are not modest about their bodies, and those beaded tops the women wear are mostly just for accessory.Â
But seeing is different to touching, and your breath catches when she takes your wrist and guides your hand to one of her tits.
Neytiriâs breasts are small, in proportion to the rest of her tall svelte body, but theyâre firmer than you had expected. It shouldnât be too much of a surprise, you suppose â the muscle structure of the Naâvi is insane, and thereâs almost zero softness to them. Neytiriâs breasts are probably the most pliable part of her whole body, but even still the flesh doesnât yield as much as you might have expected. You can certainly understand why Neytiri is so fascinated by the cushiony softness of your own chest.
Neytiri lets out a small, pleased sound when your thumb rolls over her nipple, and she lifts her CO2 respirator to take a quick sip of air before dropping it and clasping your jaw with one hand. She pulls you into another kiss, and you sigh happily as her tongue slides against yours. The size difference means that the kiss is a little awkward, but her enthusiasm makes up for that.
It feels like the world is spinning, and you let out a soft noise of surprise when her teeth sink into your lower lip. Itâs not hard enough to hurt, but the sensation has you shivering in her lap. You almost whine when she breaks away from you, but she just starts to trail kisses down your neck and across your chest.
âOh, fuck.â You breathe, your whole body jolting when she bites at the curve of your breast. It stings, and you look down at yourself to find a reddened bite mark at the top of your tit, right where it starts to swell.
âSo soft and pretty, syulang.â Neytiri mumbles, sucking a bruise on the top of your other tit.Â
Sheâs the oddest mix of rough and gentle with you; sheâs obviously very conscious of how much bigger and stronger she is, because sheâs holding you like youâre made of glass. But even as she strokes her thumbs over your hipbones, her hot, hungry mouth nips and kisses at your sensitive skin and leaves purpling bruises behind.Â
When her mouth actually closes around your nipple, you let out an absolutely mortifying sound of confusion mixed with arousal. She can fit so much of your breast in her mouth that when she actually suckles on it, your eyes practically roll back at the stimulation.
âGod,â You whimper, your hips twitching against her lap. The lace of your panties drags over the soft buttery fabric of her loincloth, and the friction against your clit leaves you shivery. âNeytiri, will you pleaseâ can youâ?â
Neytiri hums, reluctantly releasing your tit from the wet heat of her mouth. You shiver as the cool air of the room hits the spit-slick skin of your breasts, but Neytiri quickly places her hand over the spot she had been sucking, warming your skin as she squeezes lightly.
âSo eager, tawtute.â She coos, smiling at you like she thinks that youâre just adorable. She reaches her much larger hand into your panties, her long slender fingers sliding through the slick folds of your pussy with ease.
You groan like youâve just been punched, and drop your head down against her shoulder. Her thumb rolls over your clit and your hips jump, grinding in her lap. She chuckles at your reaction, and watches your face closely as she presses one of her fingers inside of you. While a single one of her fingers is much larger than yours, itâs still smaller than Jakeâs and you find yourself wanting more.
âAnother one.â You beg, already humping your hips into her hand.
Neytiri laughs softly, but does as you ask all the same. The second finger is a definite stretch, but youâre so aroused already that it only stings for a moment before your body adjusts, squeezing tight around her.
âPretty, pretty girl.â She whispers, ducking her face back down to your chest even as she fingers you.
Oh god, sheâs bitey. The wet heat of her mouth leaves trails of stinging bruises across your tender chest and shoulders, which she then soothes over with her large, catlike tongue. Thereâs going to be no covering the marks sheâs leaving behind, but you canât bring yourself to care.Â
Youâd likely let her do anything to you right now; you feel overheated and shivery, and you canât stop your chest from heaving as you rut your hips into her fingers, moaning as the heel of her hand grinds into your clit. Her hand is much too big to fit properly in your panties, but youâre far past the point of caring if she stretches the fabric out.
The only thing that could actually bring you out of the sweaty, horny haze youâve found yourself in is the sound of your bedroom door opening, and you freeze in Neytiriâs lap with your breathing embarrassingly loud in the silence.Â
For a wildly horrifying moment, you think that Loâak had returned for something, and you think about just dropping dead on the spot.
But then you look reluctantly over your shoulder, and you see Jakeâs big body standing hunched in your doorway, and you want to drop dead for an entirely different reason.Â
Jake is looking between you and Neytiri with wide golden eyes, his eyebrows raised so high that his whole forehead is creased. His stare lingers on your bare chest, then on Neytiriâs, and then drops down to where Neytiriâs hand is stuffed down the front of your panties.
âOh shit.â Jake breathes once he manages to get over his surprise. His expression brightens and he hastily shuts the door behind himself, shuffling quickly over to your bed to join you and Neytiri.
The little room you had claimed as a bedroom is far from large, but it feels even smaller now that you have both Jake and Neytiriâs nine-feet-tall big ass bodies joining you on your miserable, rickety little bed.
âI guess that your little chat went well, huh?â Jake murmurs, a shit-eating grin on his face as he settles next to Neytiri, leaning in close so that his hungry eyes can rove over your almost naked body.
Neytiri hums, though she hardly even looks up at her husband. Sheâs too busy nuzzling little kisses into your throat, pulling helpless little gasps out of your mouth every time her lips close over your sensitive skin. Her hand doesnât stop moving either, and you feel like youâre going weak in her lap every time the thick pad of her thumb rolls over the little bead of your clit.
âYou handled things badly, ma Jake. I told you I would sort it.â She says, and you can feel her lips curving into a smile against your throat.
Jake just snickers, and you can feel the warm weight of his palm land on your back. He strokes over the bare length of your spine, and then you feel his fingers tug playfully at the back of your panties. He purposefully tugs the lace fabric so that itâs wedged uncomfortably between your asscheeks, and you let out a soft yowl of complaint before half-turning and slapping at his hands.
âAh fuck, youâre wearing your sexy panties, huh?â Jakeâs laugh is a little hoarse as he tugs at your underwear.
Neytiri hisses at him in aggravation when his messing about leads to her hand being forced out of your panties, but Jake just grins. The two of them are so fucking big, theyâre practically looming over you right now. Even perched in Neytiriâs lap, you feel tiny in between them.
âThe fabric means something?â Neytiri asks, her attention now caught on your red lacy panties.
âOh yeah.â Jake mutters, his chest pressing up against your bare back, which consequently pushes your breasts against Neytiriâs. âWhy donât you tell her what your panties mean, honey?â
âJake.â You complain, though it comes out more whiny than you had intended.Â
He just ignores you, his chest rumbling quietly in amusement against your back as he leans down to murmur in your ear. âMeans she was hoping someoneâd take her clothes off to get a peek at her, isnât that right?â
You donât get the chance to respond, because Jake wraps an arm around your middle and plucks you right out of Neytiriâs lap. You end up sprawled in his lap with your thighs spread wide over his, your back plastered against his chest. One of his hands rests against your belly to keep you pinned against him, keeping you firmly in place against him.
You half expect Neytiri to be irritated over being interrupted, but if anything sheâs brightened even further. Thereâs a gleam in her eyes as she pushes herself off the bed, landing on her knees in between Jakeâs spread thighs.
You feel ridiculously exposed like this; itâs almost as if Jake has maneuvered you into this position with the express purpose of showing your body off. Your thighs bracket his, and when he spreads his legs yours are forced wider too, giving Neytiri an eyeful of your scarlet red panties and the absolutely humiliating wet spot thatâs currently soaking through the crotch.Â
Your back is arched too thanks to the way that heâs holding you tight against him, which forces your tits out and gives him a good eyeful of the nips and bruises that Neytiriâs greedy mouth had left behind.
âDamn, you did a number on her, didnâtâya?â Jakeâs big fingers trace over the tender marks across your breasts, and you swear it feels like the contact sends a little zap of electricity racing through you.
Neytiri just giggles, her cheeks dimpling as she smiles up at you and Jake from between your spread thighs. The close proximity of her face to your pussy almost takes your breath away, and your breath catches in your chest when she rubs her big thumb over the wet patch on the fabric of your panties.
Some part of you wonders if you should try to slow things down, to talk things out, but then Neytiri hooks her long fingers in the band of your panties and tugs them clumsily down your thighs and all sensible thought completely abandons you.
You let out a soft, wanting sound when Jakeâs fingers run through the slickness of your pussy, spreading you wide so that Neytiri can get a proper look at you. She even leans closer, and the heat of her breath against your oversensitive, damp skin has you twitching.
âWhat do you think, baby?â Jake asks Neytiri, leaning over your head and looking down at her with a grin. His fingers roll a teasing circle over your clit, and you groan as your head falls backwards to rest against his chest.
âShe is so small.â Neytiri coos, her own big fingers joining Jakeâs in stroking over you.Â
All you can do is lay there in Jakeâs lap, with your eyes wide and your chest heaving as their big fingers press into you, stretch you wide, and rub at your clit. Itâs like theyâre trying to outdo each other, trying to unravel you with their fingers alone. Their hands are so big that the combination of their touches feels overwhelming, as though the heat of their fingers is stealing the breath right out of your lungs.
God, you love how they make you feel so small and delicate. Getting manhandled and pinned down during sex is exciting normally anyway, but with two Naâvi twice your size that excitement turns into an outright thrill.
Neytiri kisses the inside of your thigh. Itâs such a sweet little motion, her plush lips dragging gently over the thin sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Itâs not much of a surprise when her lips add a little suction, a little nip of her canines, just so she can suck another little lovebite at the juncture of your hips and thighs.
âSo pretty, syulang.â She whispers, but her voice is muffled as she trails kisses tantalisingly close to where you want her mouth.
âNeytiri,â You whimper. You try to squirm, but Jake keeps you still. âPlease-!â
Jake chuckles, his chest rumbling pleasantly against your back. âCâmon, Neytiri, baby, help me get her ready.â
âSheâs so wet already.â Neytiri murmurs, her cheeks dimpling so prettily as she leans in and finally lays her mouth on you.
The wet heat of her mouth has your head tilting back onto Jakeâs shoulder with a moan, earning a quiet laugh from Jake as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. His big hands keep your thighs spread, and you end up with your legs spread wide and thrown over Neytiriâs shoulders as she latches onto your clit and sucks.
âFuck!â You yell, your hips jerking. But Jake keeps your hips pinned down so that your ass is pressing against the hardened bulge in his loincloth, his arms wrapped around your belly as he watches Neytiri eat you out from over your shoulder.
âShe tastes good, doesnât she, baby?â Jake croons to her, snickering when Neytiri moans out a garbled response, all muffled into your cunt.
Even from the corner of your eye, you can see the excited smile thatâs tugging at Jakeâs lips as he hooks his chin over your shoulder to get a better look at Neytiri hungrily licking you out. Judging by the stiffening of his cock pressed against your ass, he is more than enjoying the view.
Naâvi tongues are so oddly textured, like a cat-tongue almost, and Neytiriâs licks against you are rougher than they would be with a human partner. It also means that when her wide, rough tongue rasps over your clit, sparks practically burst behind your eyes as you cry out.
âThatâs it, honey. Just relax.â Jake whispers to you, his wide palm cupping your tits and squeezing a little.
Neytiriâs tongue slides down the lips of your pussy until she reaches your slit, and then her tongue is wiggling inside of you and youâre turning your head to the side and whining into the pretty blue skin of Jakeâs neck. He just hums, obviously enjoying the sight of his wife tongue-fucking you as youâre held spread open in his lap.
Jakeâs cock is pressing into the dip at the small of your back, scalding hot and hard as a goddamn rock, and you alternate between rocking against the length of his hard dick and back into Neytiriâs greedy mouth. She mouths along your pussy, her teeth grazing and scratching at the sensitive skin just right.Â
You let out an overwhelmed sort of sob, the air catching in your chest as you heave for breath, and you can feel Neytiri smile against the soft flesh of your pussy. Neytiriâs tongue traces your folds, pulling them into his mouth and suckling. You arch your back and moan into Jakeâs neck, though your own little sounds of pleasure are mostly drowned out by the soft, breathy moans she keeps making into your pussy everytime she licks into you.
The two of them are caging you in with their big bodies, holding you so gently even as they push you close to the edge. The sweet, hot tension in your lower belly coils tighter and tighter until youâre a trembling wreck, ready to shatter apart.
âOh⊠oh god.â You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut tight as your head rests back against Jakeâs chest. He just chuckles, and smooths some of your sweaty hair back off your forehead.
âGonna come, honey?â He whispers, his voice all coy and teasing in your ear. âOh shit, you crying?â
You are tearing up, just a little bit, from all the sheer stimulation of Neytiriâs mouth on your pussy and Jakeâs enormous hands groping at your tits. You still manage to smack Jakeâs bicep for that comment though, a weak little slap to his hard muscle.
âShit, Iâm⊠Iâm gonnaââ You start to say, your eyelids fluttering shut in anticipation as that beautiful, toe-curling tension starts to coil sweetly in your lower belly.
But right as youâre about to tip over that precipice into bliss, Neytiri pulls away and you nearly start crying for real.
âNo! Wait, donât stopââ You whine, your hips humping into the air in an attempt to follow after Neytiriâs mouth.
âShhh, mawey, syulang. Calm.â Neytiri purrs, another little kiss placed on your soft inner thigh. âSo perfect, yawntu.â
The pupils of her eyes are wider than youâve ever seen them, and she keeps leaning her cheek against the plush flesh of your thigh. She looks drunk almost, even as she keeps kissing all along your thighs and up over your tummy, before returning to your cunt just to give you slow, kittenish licks right over the bead of your clit.
Your entire body jerks with every kiss. Her tongue is hot and wet as she licks at you, and it feels like liquid fire erupts through your nerves. Your hips twitch and chase after her touch, but Jake keeps you in place with his firm grasp on your thighs.
Youâre desperate, frantic for any kind of release. This feels as though itâs been building for years, as though your body has just been waiting for them to touch you like this. God, it feels good. Theyâre so much bigger than you that any wrong move could end up with them actually crushing you between them, and yet theyâre so sweet and careful. You feel as safe with them as ever.
As if he senses your impatience, Jake kisses the spot just under your ear. âYou want more, sweetheart?â
âYes!â You hiss, already squirming in his lap. Your ass rubs against his dick and he groans, his arms tightening around your waist to pull you back onto him so that he can grind against you.
âWhat dâyou think, huh?â Jakeâs voice is rough and gravelly as he speaks to Neytiri, his arousal obvious. âIs our little lady ready for it?â
âShe is so small, ma Jake. It will be a tight fit.â Neytiri murmurs, her voice all muffled as her fingers dip back inside you. You roll your hips against her fingers, whimpering a little at the mouth-watering stretch as she pushes a third long finger inside.Â
âSheâll take it,â Jake murmurs, his flat nose pressing into your temple. âWonât you, beautiful?â
One Naâvi finger is probably the equivalent of two of yours, so the stretch is enough to send your head spinning. You barely even comprehend what heâs saying to you, but you nod blindly anyway, gasping wetly as Neytiri fingers you.
âUh huh, yeah, please.â You say stupidly, wiggling on his lap.
Jake lifts you a little higher, holding you close to his chest as Neytiri pulls his loincloth off. And fuck, you had almost forgotten how big his dick was. Heâs so hard, the delicate little glowing white freckles along the length of it twinkling like little stars, just like the ones splashed across Neytiriâs tits.
âHush, honey, weâre gonna look after you.â Jake soothes you, kissing your temple. âGonna be so good to you. Fuck, been waiting so long for this.â
Jake grunts a quiet moan when Neytiriâs hand closes around his cock, and he muffles his appreciative noises in the curve of your shoulder. Neytiri presses a playful kiss to the tip of his dick, earning another groan from Jake, before she looks up at you again.
âYou are okay, syulang?â She whispers, setting one heavy hand on your waist and stroking her long thumb over your stomach.
Youâve never been so eager for anything in your life. Itâs like your body remembers the feeling of Jakeâs fingers and the weight of his cock on your tongue, because it feels like every nerve is aflame as you wait for him to press into you and stretch you wide. Youâve been thinking about this since that night, lying alone in your quarters and stuffing yourself full with your fingers trying to imagine it was his dick. No matter what though, it never feels like enough.
You nod, and lean forward in Jakeâs lap to try and kiss Neytiri again. Youâre a little shy about it, still a little thrilled that youâre allowed to do this, and she ends up sitting up on her knees and placing her hand on the back of your head to pull you into a sweet, lingering kiss.
As she kisses you, the thick head of Jakeâs dick drags through your folds and you shiver in anticipation. Even just the tip of it feels big when heâs grinding it against your clit, and you wrap your arms around Neytiriâs shoulders for stability as Jake positions himself at your entrance.
âFuck,â The groan is punched out of you when you feel the insistent pressure of Jakeâs cock pressing into you. âJake⊠Your dick is too big, it wonât fitââ
âYou think I gotta big dick, sweetheart?â Jake laughs, cause heâs an asshole like that. His teeth flash in a grin.Â
âYouâre such a dickhead.â You complain, but you find yourself laughing breathlessly anyway.Â
His intention was to make you relax a little, and it works. Jake and Neytiriâs big fingers have been stretching you out, and youâre so horny and eager right now that itâs now or never.
Jake just snickers, and reaches over to your bedside locker. He opens it up and reaches inside, and pulls out the tiny plastic bottle of lube you have hidden away in there. You can't even think about how he knows itâs there because Neytiri keeps kissing you stupid, and you donât have any brain power to spare.
Neytiri trails kisses down your neck and chest, pausing at your breasts again. She takes a hasty, shaky breath from the CO2 respirator around her neck, before dropping it and leaning forward to wrap her lips around your nipple again while massaging your other breast with her free hand. Her gentle but eager touches feel genuinely addictive, like sheâs leaving trails of pure heat along your oversensitive skin with every brush of her lips.
Jakeâs cock, slick with lube, presses up into your cunt, and you let out a garbled whimper at the feeling of intense dull pressure. âOh, fuck.â
You jolt when Neytiri lets your tit go with a soft, wet little pop. She coos softly at you, cupping your cheek with her hand and brushing her thumb over your cheekbone. Her eyes are so big and golden and pretty, and sheâs looking up at you with an awed sort of smile, as though she can hardly believe sheâs seeing you like this right now.
Jake begins to press into you, stretching you wide and slipping inside inch by inch.Â
You gasp desperately as youâre speared open inexorably slowly, tears pricking your eyes as your mouth drops open. Your hips twitch, unsure whether to press back into him to get him deeper inside of you faster or to jerk away from the intense stretch, but his hands are clamped tight around your hips to restrict your movement.
âFuck, so tight.â Jake grunts, pausing. âStrangling my cock. Shhh⊠your pussy was made for this, honey. Youâll stretch.ââ
The noise you make barely sounds human, an incomprehensible mix between a moan and a squeal as Neytiri steadies you, her big hands settling on your waist. Sheâs staring between your legs, obviously transfixed by the sight of Jake rocking his cock into you in steady increments. Though you canât see yourself, you can only imagine that it must be quite the sight.
âJustâ put it in all at once!â You burst out, gasping as you squeeze your eyes shut. You feel as though youâre about to get totally overwhelmed, the breath driven right out of you as the shocking girth of him stretches you wide.
âEasy, baby girl.â He rumbles into your ear, breath coming in short puffs. He bites at the junction between your neck and shoulder as he slides another inch deeper inside of you. âYouâre doing so good.â
You try to calm yourself, taking your deep breaths, but for a heartbeat or two you canât breathe at all, hovering on a knife's edge of pain and pleasure as your body could only yield â it doesnât even feel like thereâs room in you even to inhale â
âBe gentle, Jake.â Neytiri murmurs, her thumb landing on your swollen clit and rubbing tight circles against it to soothe you.
âI know, I know, I got her.â Jake grunts.
Each ridge on his cock rubs against your inner walls, the slick, throbbing friction never flagging. His rough hands wander erratically, raking up your rib cage, over one breast and down again, grasping as if a handful of you is not enough as he moves his hips in slow humps to get his cock as deep in you as he can manage.
âFuck!â You moan throatily, dropping your head to hang low as you rock your hips experimentally back on his dick. âJake, you gotta⊠gotta move.â
It doesnât all fit inside of you, but Jake doesnât seem to mind â heâs grunting out quiet curses, his voice rough and deep as his cock rocks into the tightness of your cunt. The stretch is achy, but the weight and girth of his cock rubs against every goddamn nerve you have. Even though it feels as though heâs splitting you in two, you still find your hips rocking insistently against him, mewling at the sensation.Â
âOh honey, you been practicing?â Jake grunts, his sharp canines dragging along the side of your throat. âGoddamn, look at you. Sucking me right into you, arenâtcha? Look, baby, you seeing this?â
âI see.â Neytiri hums, still playing with your clit. She shoots you another smile, before leaning in and kissing at your tits again. âSo soft, syulang. So lovely. Doing so well, yawne.â
âFuck,â Jake groans as he watches his wife touch your tits and marvel at how soft they are. âThatâs hot.â
âGo faster.â You whine, tilting your head back to rest against Jakeâs shoulder. âFuck me properly, I can take it, I promiseââ
Jake chokes out a laugh, and pulls your back tight against his stomach as his dick grinds deep inside of you, stealing your breath and promptly shutting you up. The moan thatâs torn from you is absolutely filthy, your cunt fluttering around him as you fight to take him in, every nerve firing as Neytiri suckles at your breasts.
âShhh, just take what I give you, gorgeous. Feels like youâre gonna squeeze my cock off. So fucking tight, mama, goddamnââÂ
You try to lift yourself up, determined to ride him, to take some kind of control over the pace, but Jake holds your hips tight to keep you exactly where he wants you.Â
Itâs so frustrating, because youâre so desperate for more. You know you can take it, youâve been fucking your fingers just imagining this for days now, gradually stretching yourself out, and Neytiri has already ensured that youâre good and ready for this. You feel like youâre going to lose your mind if Jake doesnât just fuck you properly already.
Neytiriâs tongue rolls around your nipple, pulling a soft whine out of your throat, before she releases your titty and kisses her way up your neck, pausing by your ear.
âHe can be mean, canât he, pretty girl?â Neytiri whispers in your ear, her voice all teasing and playful. âYou musnât let him tease you. Take what you want. Do you want me to show you how?â
You nod, your mouth dropped open as you pant, your stomach fluttering in excitement.
Neytiri gives you a sharp, hungry smile, before pushing herself to her feet once more. You crane your head back to watch her, your breathing picking up. You must have missed her taking off her loincloth, but now sheâs entirely naked in front of you. Your eyes trace over her small but firm breasts, her toned belly, the impressive musculature of her legs, the pretty curve of her pussy. The beautiful bioluminescent freckles all over her jewel-blue body twinkle in the dim artificial light of your quarters, and your mouth goes dry as youâre seized with the desire to trace them with your tongue.
But sheâs already climbing onto your rickety bed, and shoving roughly at Jakeâs chest. He lets out a low, wanting sound, and lets her push him flat. Now that heâs laying flat on your bed, Neytiri coaxes you to turn â you have to bite back your laughter as you spin around on Jakeâs dick so that youâre facing him, and you can see the way heâs clearly fighting his own snickers too.Â
But Jake never gets to make a joke about the way you just spun around on his dick like a top, because Neytiri swings her leg over his head and straddles his face as though itâs nothing, her body facing you as she simply sits down.
âAh,â She moans, her eyelids fluttering as she grinds herself against Jakeâs mouth. âHe talks so much, doesnât he, syulang?â
You wheeze a laugh, hardly able to believe this is happening. Jake does talk a lot, but he seems very happy to be forced into silence like this judging by the way his cock is twitching inside you. His groans are muffled but no less pleased, one hand coming up to wrap around Neytiriâs thigh and encourage her to rock into his mouth.
Neytiri lets out a soft pleasured sound, before raising her eyes back to you. Her smile is lazy, her eyes half-closed as she relishes the feeling of Jakeâs mouth against her pussy. She reaches out and takes one of your hands, intertwining your fingers before she leans forward and kisses you so sweetly.
âGo ahead and move how you want to, tawtute.â She whispers, her tongue gliding over your lower lip.
You mewl a little, but do as she says. You place a hand firmly on Jakeâs belly for balance, before lifting yourself on shaky knees and dropping back down again. You groan at the feeling, and in the same moment Jakeâs hips rock up into you and his belly visibly tightens. His obvious pleasure buoys your confidence, and you do it again.
Your thighs burn â Jakeâs cock is long, and you have to lift yourself higher than youâre used to in order to ride him properly. But itâs a challenge youâre willing to take because even though the stretch of him burns, it feels delicious. You feel drunk on it, your mouth falling open as tears over overstimulation begin to leak from the corners of your eyes.
Neytiri watches you through her half-lidded golden eyes, a lazy smile pulling at her lips as her tails sways in the air behind her. One of her hands is squeezing absently at her tits, the other holding your hand tight as the two of you rock against Jake.Â
"Hah," You gasp out as you involuntarily squeeze around the girth of his cock. âAh⊠oh god, IâmâŠâ
âHow does it feel, syulang?â Neytiri breathes, watching the way your hips undulate over Jakeâs stupidly big cock, trying to get it to hit just right.
âFeelsâ shit, so big, but so goodââ You sob, overwhelmed yet so needy. Your legs are tiring already, thighs burning as you grind against him. âWant him to moveââ
Neytiri hums, before reaching out and smacking at Jakeâs hip. He groans into her cunt, the slick sounds of his mouth against her enough to heat your cheeks up, but he gets the message loud and clear because his hips jolt into action.
Each thrust shakes your bed, the springs of your mattress coming to life as Jakeâs hips thrust up, fucking you from below. Your pussy is drenched, aiding the lube he had soaked his cock as he glides in and out of you effortlessly, your body opening up for him as though you had been born for this.
His cock reaches something within you that has a sob ripping from your throat, your head tossing back as you wail towards the ceiling.
"Oh my god," You cry out, his cock spearing into you and hitting that spot with precision over and over again, "Fuuuck."
âIs that how you like it, yawntu?â Neytiri breathes. Sheâs getting close herself; you can tell by the jagged rhythm of her hips as she humps against Jakeâs face, and the wide blackness of her pupils.
âUh huh, yes!â You whine, your vision blurring. It feels like your body is drawing tense as a bowstring, your toes curling so hard it almost hurts.
Youâre not sure if Jake can actually hear you or not, considering Neytiriâs thighs are closed tight around his ears, but the hand that isnât holding onto her leg travels down to your hip and holds you tight. His thumb strokes over the swell of your ass even as he encourages you to rock against him. All you can do is grind against him every time his hips piston up, the thick swell of his cock settling so deep inside of you it feels like itâs in your stomach.
Your pussy is already fluttering, your belly tightening as your rising orgasm begins to prickle at the edges of your body. Fuck, you already feel as though itâs about to shake you apart at the seams, like youâll never feel whole again without the delicious stretch of Jakeâs cock.Â
To your surprise, itâs Neytiri that comes first. She cries out, her big hand encompassing yours as her eyes roll, her head dropping forward to nestle into your neck as her body shakes apart.Â
Beneath her, Jakeâs chest rumbles with a low purr of arousal as she comes all over his face â but heâs a man devoted to his mission, because he somehow manages to keep fucking into you all while he licks Neytiri through her own orgasm.
Youâre actually quaking at this point, grinding yourself desperately on top of Jake as his hips thrust up into, the friction so damn good even though you can tell that heâs trying so hard to be careful with you. This particular position isnât super conducive to your own pleasure, but being fucked like this while having such strong visual stimulation is nice â you can hardly tear your eyes away from Neytiri as her body goes lax, her eyelashes fluttering wildly as she humps lazily against Jakeâs face to ride the last shivery shocks of her orgasm out.
God, it feels as though youâre never going to get over this. You feel as though your nerves are right on the edge of frying, your lungs and muscles burning and your skin slick with sweat as you rock and writhe wildly, taking a cue from Neytiri and seeking your own satisfaction. You canât imagine ever feeling better than this; it feels as though youâre blooming under all of the attention thatâs being lavished upon you.
Once Neytiri stops shaking, she takes a moment to just gasp for breath even as her hips roll slowly over Jakeâs tongue. Slowly, she blinks back to herself, then her eyes fall back upon you. A slow, lazy smile spreads across her face, and then sheâs reaching out to you all over again, her fingers landing on your clit to rub over it in a teasing circle.
Her long fingers barely brush the fraught nerves before ecstasy settles between each of your vertebrae. Your pussy flares, gripping onto the throbbing thickness of Jakeâs cock. Shaking violently, your thighs squeeze Jakeâs slim waist as everything tightens, pulses, spasms.Â
Overwhelmed, whimpering sort of wails pour from your lips in a deluge, your jaw is slack, the waves of ecstasy rendering you utterly helpless to the instinctual rutting motions of your hips. You're rocking up against him while simultaneously attempting to escape the sensation, choking out gasping moans as you fall apart.
You must tighten up like a vice when you come, because Jake yells out, his hips bucking. His shout is muffled by Neytiriâs pussy as you squeeze down on his dick, trembling.Â
The way your cunt constricts around him proves too much for Jakeâs poor cock. You can feel the hot, thick spurts of cum as as he empties himself inside of you, his soft tummy twitching and trembling as his hips flex. You're exhausted, powerless to do anything other than bathe in the sensation of your cunt convulsing around Jakeâs twitching cock as he shakes under you, moaning into Neytiriâs cunt as she grinds lazily on his tongue.
When your thighs finally stop trembling, your over-fatigued body starts to go limp. It feels as though your muscles have been liquefied, and you start to slump over a little. Neytiri seems to take sympathy on Jake, because she finally lifts herself off of Jakeâs face in order to cup your face, kissing your cheeks and forehead.
Below you, Jake just groans, pausing to give himself a moment to breathe. He only takes a moment though before he starts slowly rocking his hips again, as though heâs just trying to fuck his cum deeper into you. It was too much, leaking out of your hole and over his cock, soaking into the sheets below.
âOh my god.â You pant, your lungs overworked as you try to catch your breath. âOh, holy fuck.â
Jake laughs, wheezy with his own disbelief. However wrecked you feel, Jake looks absolutely destroyed. His chest and stomach are glossy with sweat, his hips drenched in lube and your own release. His dreads are in disarray, his eyes hazy and a little dazed as his chest heaves. His mouth and nose are shiny slick too from both his own saliva and from Neytiri coming all over his face.Â
Despite his dishevelment, he looks impossibly pleased with himself as he fumbles for his respirator, taking clumsy breaths even as he smiles dopily to himself, his eyes glassy and unfocused.
Neytiri helps lift you off Jakeâs dick, which you end up being extremely thankful for when you find that your knees are watery and weak. You try to pretend you donât notice the sheer amount of come thatâs leaking out of you, thick and a little iridescent in the artificial light of your quarters.
Youâre so fucked out that you hardly even twitch when Neytiri pulls you back against her chest, settling comfortably back on the mattress beside Jake. You end up squished between them in a pile of sweaty slack limbs. You feel so tiny next to them, especially considering the two of them donât even fit properly on the bed â their legs are hanging right off the mattress, their feet planted on the ground as they nuzzle against you and each other.
Now that all the adrenaline is wearing off, you can certainly feel the ache left behind from all of your activities, and the sting from the sheer stretch of Jakeâs cock.
âOw.â You mutter absently, though it comes out muffled as your face is currently squished against Neytiriâs firm breasts.
She coos at you, her big hand stroking over the back of your head before she reaches out to smack at Jakeâs forehead. âYou were too rough with her, skxawngââ
âI was notâ ouch, damn!â Jake flinches back, ducking down and using you as a floppy sort of human shield. âOkay, okay. You alright, honey?â
âMm. Tired.â You mumble. You feel like youâve just had all the thoughts fucked right out of your head, because you can barely string a sentence together right now.
âI have balms back at home,â Neytiri ensures you, her lips dragging over your temple. âWhere you should be.â
You manage a breathless sort of laugh, your toes curling at the sound of that. Theyâve always invited you into their home, but youâve always been a little worried about overstaying your welcome. Now, all wrapped up in their naked embrace in your little blissful post-coital puddle, you find yourself almost deliriously thrilled about going back home with them.
âYou hurt?â Jake asks, his voice rasping pleasantly in your ear. It sends a pleasant tingle down your spine, but that disappears almost instantly as his big fingers prod at the oversensitive lips of your pussy.
âOw! Fuck, Jake, what is wrong with you-â You grouse, slapping his hand away from you. âNo, Iâm fine, but Iâm sensitive down there. I donât need your fat fucking fingers poking inside of me again.â
âYou loved my fat fucking fingers before.â He grumbles, but thereâs a teasing edge to his voice as he places a tiny kiss on the back of your neck. âNeytiriâs too, huh?â
Your cheeks heat in embarrassment, but thereâs no point denying that. You just grumble incomprehensibly, burrowing deeper into their arms. Jake snickers, shuffling closer so that heâs completely plastered against your back, his big arm wrapped around both you and Neytiri.
Neytiri hums, enjoying Jakeâs arm around her as her own hand trails over the valley of your waist and hips. âNo need for others, syulang. You have us, yes? We look after you.â
You breathe a weak laugh, but your answer is interrupted by an ominous creaking noise coming from beneath you. Thereâs a brief pause, and then an almighty crash as your rickety old bed breaks from the weight of the two full grown Naâvi bodies laying atop of it. You squeal, but thereâs really no need because Jake and Neytiri hardly flinch at all. They just glance down as though the wreckage of your bedframe is nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
âOh my god.â You squeak, sitting up to try and see the damage.
âDoes not matter.â Neytiri says dismissively. Sheâs stretching out, her lithe body elongating as she yawns like a big cat. âYou will just stay in our bed.â
Thereâs a pause. You nearly start laughing, though you manage to bite back your reaction. Oh god, youâve just fucked your best friends. It feels as though Jake has managed to screw your braincells right out of your skull, because all you can do is gape at their big, sexy bodies like an absolute moron. Not only have you just fucked your friends, but theyâre also clearly expecting you to come back home with them.Â
âLie back down,â Jake murmurs, reaching out to beckon you back to their sides.
âI should shower,â You mumble, but youâre already laying back down. Your hips are sore from being stretched so wide, and you have no confidence that youâre actually able to stand without your knees buckling. âI feel gross.â
âBathe with us back at the village.â Jake says immediately, his wide nose burying itself into the back of your neck. He breathes deeply, and his chest rumbles in a quiet purr. It sends soothing little reverberations down your spine, encouraging you to relax into his big body.
You have a feeling that he just wants you to walk around the village, stinking of the two of them. You also have a feeling that itâs the same reason behind Neytiri leaving all of those throbbing hickeys behind on your body wherever her mouth could reach, and you canât fight the tired smile growing on your face. Youâre too tired to argue, and just flop bonelessly between the two of them, enjoying your warmth. Itâs so familiar, laying in their shared embrace. Youâve been doing this for years, although admittedly itâs usually with the rest of the family and youâre usually clothed, but itâs still comfortably domestic and intimate.
You suppose youâll doze for a while, napping in wreckage of your shitty old bed in the pleasant afterglow of what was probably the best sex of your life. Jake and Neytiri have burrowed so deep into your life, your mind, your body, that everything feels so bizarrely natural with them.
You wonât sleep long, you think as you cuddle up against Neytiriâs smooth skin, with Jakeâs bulk curling around your back. Dinner will be soon, and youâre hungry.
Besides, you had promised Loâak youâd be there.
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The jungle is in its prime. Itâs been raining for days, rejuvenating the lush green after a period of merciless heat. Luscious fruit hangs from the branches, ripe and beaming with colour, and the forest air is full of the sweet smell of fertile, damp soil. Pandora feels alive, even more so than usual, bioluminescence flickering like a pulse along the deep roots and vibrant foliage, as though Eywa is breathing beneath your very feet.
The Naâvi in the Omatikaya village are similarly vibrant. Adorned in colourful beads and feathers and beautifully woven jewelry, their deep blue skin practically glows around the roaring fires that are all lit up around the centre of the village. Itâs difficult to tear your eyes away from them as they dance in the firelight, their long limbs lithe and exotically beautiful in the dim flickering light.
Youâd be lying if you said you werenât entranced by them. How could you not be? Itâs mating season, and youâre a scientist at heart.
You try to hide your interest the best you can by sneaking quick looks at their dancing from beneath your eyelashes, but youâre sure that itâs obvious to anyone who bothers to look that youâre simply fascinated. Their rituals are entirely foreign to you despite all the years youâve spent living on Pandora â this is the very first time that youâve been invited to the village at this time of year. The Naâvi are comfortable in their bodies and their sexualities, but that does not mean that theyâre comfortable with having their traditions observed by outsiders, by Sky People like you.
You understand their hesitance, and never seek to insert yourself into the village when youâre not wanted. Your life on Pandora works because you live in tandem with the Omatikaya, never pushing the boundaries too far. Truthfully, you think the only reason that the People have accepted you to the level that they have is because Jake has vouched for you. The weight of Toruk Maktoâs regard is enough to lower the hackles of most Omatikaya, and the rest of them simply ignore you when youâre around. Itâs only the most curious of them that actually speak to you, and youâve managed to build up a few tentative but mostly solid friendships within the village that youâre actually quite proud of.
Your attention is pulled away from the fluidity of the bodies dancing around the fire by a cry from behind you, and when you turn to look you only just have enough time to spot a familiar blue face before a small but strong body almost knocks you right off the log youâre seated on.
âUm'ma!â Tuk cries out, burying her face in your shoulder as she hugs you in one quick squeeze before dancing back, her sweet little face all scrunched up in a grin. âYouâre here!â
Sheâs almost the same size as you are but with all the strength and solid bones of the Naâvi, so her hug is more like a full body tackle.
âHi, Tuk Tuk,â You say, a little winded from the impact of her hitting your chest. âWhereâs your dad?â
âHeâs coming,â Tuk says dismissively, pulling back to look at you properly. When she gets a proper look at what youâre wearing, her beaming smile grows even larger. âOh, you look so much nicer than usual!â
You donât take offense to that; it must be a novelty for her to see you out of your usual denim shorts and worn tank tops and sports bras. The clothes that youâre wearing now are traditional for the Naâvi, sized down specially for you. The tewng is a little more revealing than youâd prefer, sitting high on your hips and revealing a wide expanse of your thighs, and the beaded top covers even less. Youâre not even sure if it is a top â you think it acts more as a very large necklace, and it only covers your nipples if you stay very, very still. But Kiri had made an extra effort to weave the garments especially for you, and you wear them with all the pride you can muster while being more exposed than you are generally used to.
âThanks.â You say, reaching out to run a hand affectionately over her braids.
Sheâs a sweet kid, and you smile fondly as she sits next to you on the log and begins babbling away about the various courting couples who are expected to mate by the end of the season. You listen intently, especially when she throws in some very juicy gossip about couples who are currently dancing (practically grinding against each other, really) by the fireside while in fact engaged in courting with other people.Â
You get caught up in her whispering, trying not to stare too long at the people sheâs talking about. Your eyes have fallen on Olaânetu, a strong male of the clan who is going through his seventh mating season. According to Tuk, he has turned down every woman in the clan who has expressed interest in him.Â
Itâs not necessarily unusual for a Naâvi to go through several mating seasons without finding a mate â they mate for life, after all, which means it is not a decision that is easily rushed into. What is causing such a stir about Olaânetuâs situation is that he allegedly shows very little interest in the women of the clan; it seems that he is largely preoccupied with watching the human scientists that live in the outpost just outside the village, if Tuk is to be believed.
Thatâs enough of a surprise that you find your eyes glued to Olaânetu where he stands watching the others dancing. He is tall, like all Naâvi, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist and impressive lithe muscles carved into his abdomen. He is beautiful, even in that classically alien way that youâre beginning to get used to, but thatâs not what has caught your attention. No, whatâs caught your attention is the knowledge that he might actually be interested in humans.Â
Itâs not unheard of â the Naâvi are comfortable and confident in their sexuality, viewing intimacy and sex as part of life, and humans are curious and reckless by nature. Sexual exploration between the two species is probably inevitable, and you often hear giggled whispers detailing their exploits. Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât been fascinated with the idea ever since you heard the whispers, and now you find your eyes straying towards the subject of little Tukâs gossiping.
âMommy is annoyed with him,â Tuk confides, leaning into your side. âShe says he is too interested in sky demons-â
A large hand lands on your back, the touch searing against the exposed skin, and then a deep voice speaks from behind you.
âWhat are you two gossiping about, hm?â Jake leans in from behind you, his big head shoving its way between you and Tuk as he winds an arm around both of your shoulders.Â
Tuk squeals, clearly taken by surprise at the sudden appearance of her father, and you jolt beside her too. You tear your gaze away from the dancing to find that Jake is already watching you, and you feel your face burn with embarrassment at getting caught staring at the other Naâvi.
âNothing!â Tuk says quickly, blinking up at her father with all the innocence she can muster.
Jake casts her a quick look, a single eyebrow quirking. His disbelief is unmistakable, but to Tukâs credit she just smiles sweetly at him.Â
âWhatâre you teaching my daughter, huh?â He asks, nudging at you playfully. âYouâre gossiping like fishwives over here.â
You roll your eyes at that, relaxing into his side as his arm drapes lazily around your back. âDonât listen to him, Tuk. Your daddy is the biggest gossip around.â
That makes Jake laugh, head tilting back as his hand curls around your shoulder. He doesnât even argue, because he canât â Jake loves being in other peopleâs business, and has spent many long lazy afternoons huddled up in the human outpost with you when he needs a break from his Oloâeyktan duties, whispering about the other scientists under the guise of checking in on how everyone is doing.Â
You watch Jake turn to Tuk, your eyes tracing over his blue, alien features. Being Naâvi suits him, more than being human ever had. Heâs taken to life with the Omatikaya like a duck to water, and itâs good to see him so strong and happy. However, that doesnât mean that itâs not lonely for you a lot of the time.Â
Jake has been your closest friend for many years, but things are different now â heâs older, for a start, and a father and Oloâeytkan for another, and to top it all off he's now an entirely different species. Though you try your best to see him as often as he can, sometimes heâs just busy and doesnât have the time for you. And though you understand that, you find yourself feeling melancholy about it often.
âWhy donât you go to your mother?â Jake murmurs, pressing gently at Tukâs back.
âBut I want to sit with um'ma for a little while longer.â Tuk protests immediately, her little face scrunching up.
You bite your lip, trying not to laugh. Tuk knows your name, of course, but none of Jake and Neytiri's children ever use it. The kids have always called you umâma, for as long as you can remember. Itâs like an affectionate name for mom, as far as youâre aware. Youâve always sort of assumed that itâs somewhat teasing. You know itâs not entirely unusual for Naâvi children to refer to older female figures in affectionate terms like that â the school children had called Grace saânok, a much more formal name.
âAnother time.â Jake says, more firmly this time, and Tuk groans loudly in defeat before reluctantly skulking away.
Now that itâs just you and Jake, he straddles the log next to you and spreads his knees out with a sigh. He rolls his broad shoulders, clicking his tongue softly as he shakes out his stiff muscles, before turning to look at you with a little grin.
âLook at you,â He crows quietly, his big golden eyes wandering down the length of your body as he takes in the traditional clothes youâre wearing. You think they look a little ridiculous on you, but Jake looks approving.
You fiddle with the delicately woven top, adjusting it carefully to make sure itâs covering your nipples and sitting very still to ensure that it doesnât slip. Youâve grown used to seeing the Omatikayan women wear their traditional clothing, but it is very different wearing it yourself, especially when youâre not used to feeling so exposed.
âI think I might look a little silly,â You confess, âBut Kiri helped me with the clothes, and she was so excited about it.â
Jake hums, then reaches out to catch your hands and to pull them away from your clothes. âQuit messinâ with it, you look good.â
You grumble, but allow him to tug your hands away. Your cheeks are warm from embarrassment; Jakeâs gaze is unexpectedly searing, and keeps dropping down over your chest and legs. Itâs not a type of look youâre used to getting from him, and you donât quite know how to react to it.
âMy tits are like, fully out.â You mutter, looking away from his face and squinting back at the dancing figures around the fire. âI know no one cares, but I feel super exposed.â
Jake hums, though he sounds amused rather than sympathetic. He spreads his legs apart even further, ignoring the way you grumble and slap at his knee when he manspreads his way into your space.
âCome here, then,â He wraps a big hand around your elbow and pulls you between his legs. âNow, no oneâs looking at you.â
Jake has always been a touchy person, saying more with his calloused hands than heâs able to say with his words, and heâs always been physically affectionate. The fact that heâs so much bigger than you makes his affectionate touches so much more obvious and overwhelming; his hands are so large when he moves you around like youâre a little ragdoll. You end up sitting between his legs, his thick thighs bracketing your hips as you press back into the cradle of his legs. Heâs so big where he looms over you from behind that youâre practically swallowed up by his size â the bulk of him effectively blocks the sight of you from any prying eyes.
You breathe a laugh, and relax back into his chest. You do feel a little better now, all nestled into Jakeâs stomach as he sits tall over you. You feel safe like this, and you use the opportunity to take another peek at the dancing Omatikaya.Â
As the evening gets later, the dancing begins to get more and more energetic. The couples go from dancing around each other to dancing on each other in displays of barely contained eroticism. Some couples have graduated into grinding on each other, and you watch with interest from the safety of Jakeâs arms â you so rarely get an opportunity to observe the Naâvi like this, so free and unrestrained.
Jake doesnât seem to notice that your attention has strayed; heâs giving the dancing couples his own curious look. He is obviously curious about his people as Oloâeytkan, but you also know that your friend is nosey and no doubt wants to know exactly who is getting with who. After a couple of moments of watching the dancing, he drops his head to murmur in your ear.
âSo, you never told me what you and Tuk were gossiping about.â He says, nosey as ever. âYou looked so invested in the conversation, must have been something important.â
You roll your eyes, curling into him further. The touchiness is nothing strange for the two of you; in fact, itâs normal enough that none of the Omatikaya so much as bat an eye at the way youâre practically perched in his lap. Youâre pretty sure that they look at you like a puppy or something, some kind of little lapdog that Jake keeps around as a kind of pet.
âWhy are you so incapable of minding your damn business?â You grumble, trying to shift around.
Jakeâs chin comes to hook over your shoulder, his back curving as he pulls you tight against him. Itâs the kind of move that keeps you pinned, and you grumble a little before going still. Living as a human on Pandora could be lonely, and youâve found yourself growing more and more touch-starved as time goes on. Having Jake all plastered up against your back is pleasant, and you canât work up the strength to pull away from him.
âCâmon!â He crows in your ear, jostling you. âTell me!â
âUgh!â You reach around to shove at his face, but you already know that youâre going to crack under his questioning. âI justâ Tuk was just telling me about some of the People, and who they were interested in for mating season.â
âOh yeah?â Jake asks lazily, leaning his chin on your shoulder as his eyes dart around the large open area thatâs been cleared for the festivities. âAnything interesting?â
âUmâŠâ You pick at your fingers, glancing out at the dancing again. âShe was telling me that⊠certain Omatikaya men were interested in humans. Men like Olaânetu.â
You can feel Jake stiffen from behind you, though you canât actually see his face.
âOlaânetu?â He repeats, and his chin shifts against your shoulder as he turns to look out over the People.
Olaânetu is easy to spot. He lingers by the edge of the crowd, laughing with friends as they tell stories and drink. That in itself is not unusual, but the way that he shakes his head in refusal at every woman who approaches him to dance is unusual for an unmated adult male. Especially an unmated adult male who has already announced his interest in several different mating seasons already; he is dressed to attract attention, with bright beaded jewelry and a finely woven battle band hugging his slender waist. It is strange that he is refusing dances when he has clearly declared himself interested in mating.
You canât help but wonder if Tuk is correct; if perhaps Olaânetu is not interested in the women who are seeking his attention because he is more interested in human women instead.
âHuh,â Jake says simply. He almost sounds as though he doesnât care, but you know him too well. You can hear the edge of irritation in his voice. âWhy would you be interested in that?â
âOh, come on.â You grumble. âWhy wouldnât I be interested in that?â
Jake shifts behind you, one of his big hands coasting around your waist to land on your belly. His fingers drum there thoughtfully, the roughness of his calloused skin against your bared stomach making you shiver a little.
âI didnât⊠think you were interested in other Naâvi men.â He says very slowly. His chin is still hooked over your shoulder, staring out at the group of hunters that Olaânetu is laughing with.
âIâve been single for a long-ass time.â You say quietly, shrugging. âAnd the human guys back at the outpost are great, but thereâs definitely nothing attractive about them, yâknow? Theyâre kind of gross, most of the time.â
âRight,â Jake says vaguely, still squinting out at his people. âYou sure youâre not just horny? Whenâs the last time you got some?â
You gasp, indignant, and turn in his hold to slap at his head. You have to reach high considering your height difference, but he doesnât bother moving; knowing that heâs allowing your weak little slap rankles even more than if he had stopped you.
âShut up!â You scold, before turning away irritably when he starts to laugh. You fiddle with your fingers as you wait for his snickers to die down, suddenly feeling shy. âI donât⊠I mean, what if itâs not just fucking Iâm interested in?â
âOh?â Jake says absently; you can feel that heâs still looking out at the dancing.
âWhat if itâs mating Iâm interested in?â
That finally gets you his full attention. Jakeâs head whips away from the fireside to look at you instead. His eyes are so intense that it feels like heâs boring a hole in your head, and you purposefully avoid looking at him the best that you can.
âMating.â He repeats, sounding distinctly thunderstruck. âMating?â
âYes,â You mumble, embarrassed and on edge. âItâs hardly a new concept for you. You have four kids-â
âI know what it is, smartass.â He snaps back immediately. Itâs probably pure reflex based on all the bickering you do usually, because he softens immediately after. âBut you'reâŠ" He trails off, visibly confused. "How do you know heâs looking for the same? Maybe heâs just a pervert. He might just want to fool around with a human, right?â
Your brow twitches, and you turn your face away from him again. Your lips are pursed, eyebrows drawn together in a frown as you peer unseeingly at the large bonfire roaring in the centre of the camp. You obviously know that the Naâvi mate for life â truthfully, you think thatâs part of the appeal. The thought that maybe Olaânetu was only interested in fucking a human out of some sort of morbid curiosity hadnât occurred to you, but now you feel a little silly.
You sigh, fiddling with one of the little beads on your chest accessory. âI dunno. I guess I just want someone to look after me, you know?â
For possibly the first time ever, youâve managed to render Jake dumbstruck. He goes perfectly still behind you; even his hand is frozen across your belly. For a long moment, he doesnât make a sound. You know heâs staring at you because you can still feel his eyes boring into you, but he says absolutely nothing. You can practically hear the cogs working in his head.
âI look after you,â He says at last, sounding confused. âDonât I?â
You groan quietly, reaching up to scrub tiredly at your face. âGod, Jake, come on. You know what I mean. Yes, you do, but⊠I donât know, Iâm lonely. You have your family, but I have to go back to the outpost to live with science guys that forget to shower for days on end. I just⊠I want more than that.â
âBut you'reââÂ
Whatever Jakeâs protest was going to be is lost, because the two of you get distracted by the tall figure stepping towards you. Itâs Neytiri, and for once she isnât accompanied by the children. Thereâs a sway in her hips as she approaches, her attention straying once towards the dancing around the fireside before returning to Jake with a grin.
She murmurs a greeting as she settles down next to Jake on the log, leaning in to accept a kiss when he turns to her. You shift between his legs, a little awkward with the position all of a sudden.
Neytiri doesnât actually seem to mind your presence, though you think you probably took some getting used to in the beginning. Now, Neytiri seems to have accepted that you just come along with Jake, like a two for one kind of deal. She rarely blinks an eye at your interactions, but you still feel vaguely uncomfortable with being stuck between his legs when sheâs sitting right beside you. Jake, naturally, seems entirely oblivious.
Her eyes dart between you and Jake, and her eyebrows raise at whatever she sees on your faces. âWhat is it?â
âNothing.â You say quickly, but your attempt at nonchalance is sabotaged when Jake interrupts you by saying, âTuk told her that Olaânetu is interested in humans, and now she thinks that she might be interested in Naâvi men.â
âI was interested in Naâvi men before that!â You hiss, before your cheeks grow hot and you end up retreating back into Jakeâs chest. Thatâs not necessarily something that you wanted to admit, but now youâve earned Neytiriâs attention.
Sheâs frowning, looking a little confused. Just like Jake, she looks out across the fire towards the groups of dancing, laughing Naâvi. Olaânetu is still standing at the side of the congregation, smiling and nodding with his friends. He has no idea that the Oloâeyktan and his mate are whispering about him with the little human tucked between their legs like a family pet, and your ears burn at the realisation that this is actually a rather pathetic position to be in.
âTawtute cannot make tsaheylu.â Neytiri frowns. âWhy would he wish to mate with someone he cannot connect with?â
You cringe. Sheâs right, of course. Naâvi mating bonds are intimate on a level that a human could never experience, and itâs ridiculous of you to assume that a Naâvi would sacrifice that level of intimacy for a few moments of taboo sexual curiosity with a Sky Person.
Over your head, Jake sends her a look. You canât see him properly, but you can guess that itâs chiding.
âHumans can form deep emotional and romantic bonds without tsaheylu.â Jake is quick to say, but you know itâs just a platitude.Â
Now, in the face of both Jake and Neytiri and their doubtful expressions, you feel absolutely ridiculous for your private musings and hope to find a partner for yourself that would care for you and understand you in the same way the Naâvi do for their mates. Itâs not that you had been thinking about it super seriously in any capacity, but youâd be lying if you said you hadnât considered what it would be like to have a partner so much larger than you, one that would treat you as though you were something precious, who would be tender with you.Â
Theyâre thoughts that tend to swirl persistently around your head when you listen to some of the more adventurous humans at the outpost giggling about their exploits, or when youâre alone in your bunk late at night surrounded by the snoring of your fellow humans on all sides. It canât be wrong to want something like that just for yourself, right?
As you had gotten somewhat lost in your thoughts, Jake and Neytiri had exchanged a full, completely silent conversation over your head; it consists entirely of facial expressions and ear twitches, and you pay it no mind at all. They know each other so well at this point that they donât even need words to communicate, and you doubt youâd be able to follow along with their wordless conversation if you tried.
âHe is much larger than you, tawtute.â Neytiri points out with uncharacteristic caution. âHe could hurt you.â
âWell, I wouldnât jump straight into it,â You say hastily, shifting uncomfortably between Jakeâs legs. His hand is still spread casually across your stomach, as though heâs forgotten itâs there, and you feel hyper-conscious of his touch now that the conversation has shifted like this. âAll the other humans that have experimented sexually with Naâvi have worked their way up to it, y'knowâ?â
Unsurprisingly, thatâs Jakeâs cue to leap into the conversation again. âWhoa, wait a second, wait a second, who was experimenting with whoââ
âThis is what I mean!â You hiss, turning in your place to swat at his arm. âYouâre such a whore for gossip, youâre not even listening to me properly-!â
âI am listening,â Jake says hastily, grabbing at your wrist. âBut you canât just drop that without explaining! You never told me about any human/Naâvi experimenting-â
âIt wasnât relevant, jackass!â
Neytiri ignores your bickering with all the ease of someone who is well acquainted with the dynamic of your relationship. Sheâs still watching the crowd of dancing Naâvi, her expression stern but thoughtful, and youâre reminded of what Tuk had said earlier; âMommy is annoyed with him. She says he is too interested in sky demons-â.
âLetâs just forget about it!â You burst out, desperate to be done with this conversation. Youâre beginning to worry that talking like this is going to change the way they look at you â make them judge you. âLetâs not talk about this anymore.â
Your words fall on deaf ears. Jake is still squinting around the gathering of Omatikaya as though he might be able to guess just by looking at them which ones may have fooled around with humans, and Neytiri has turned around on the log to take another look at you. Her stare is as intense as Jakeâs, but for some reason you feel as though she can see more.Â
âThis is your first time witnessing mating season,â Neytiri points out, slowly as though she has to think carefully about each word. âYou are dressed as one of us.â
When Neytiri reaches over to you, you have to fight a flinch. She has grown used to you and has accepted your presence around her family, but she doesn't often touch you if she can help it. And yet now she reaches out and adjusts your chest covering with her long fingers. It had been knocked askew when you had turned to slap at Jake, and you practically hold your breath as she sets it right delicately.Â
 âYou need a release,â Neytiri murmurs, eyebrows drawing into a frown. âThe other tawtute do not help you with this?â
âSheâs not just talking about a release,â Jake grumbles. âSheâs talking about mating.â
You hiss in aggravation. âWhy is that so weird? Iâm just sick of being alone!â
âBut youâre not alone,â Jake says, leaning over your shoulder and pulling you back against his chest to make eye contact with you. âYou have us. Sully's stick together, remember?â
Heâs as annoyingly earnest as ever, and is still missing the point. You canât blame him, not really â Jakeâs family is his fortress, as he loves to say, and you doubt he can even remember what it feels like to be really, truly lonely. Heâs carved out a place for himself here amongst the clan, and they accept him quicker than they ever would you thanks to his Avatar body.Â
âOh, shut up.â You grumble, but you allow yourself to lean on his chest to take the sting out of your tone.Â
Neytiri shifts beside Jake, her expression still and thoughtful. To your horror, she continues the conversation â and itâs not as though you can tell Neytiri to shut up the same way you can tell Jake to.
âSex is a means for bonding in mated pairs as well as outside of them,â She says. âIt is not unusual for unmated Naâvi to share intimacy in such a way, and to provide each other with release. Are you sure that this is not what you are seeking?â
Oh, how humiliating. You sink a little lower, hoping that you might disappear right into Jakeâs chest.
âYes.â You mumble, âQuite sure.â
In an effort to distract yourself, you avert your eyes from the couple you sit with and look out towards the festivities again. Over your head, Jake and Neytiri murmur to each other, but you block them out to the best of your ability. You donât want to know what they think about this or what they have to say about your situation. If youâre lucky, they'll think youâre rather pathetic and feel vaguely sympathetic towards you. If youâre unlucky, then Jake will do what he always does and poke his nose in your business in an attempt to sort things out for you. The idea fills you with a sense of horror; who knows what heâll say or do to people to get you laid.
As you look out across the gathering, one head in particular turns to look back at you in return. Olaânetu is looking your way, and your spine goes ram-rod straight when he smiles at you.
Like an idiot, you look around to see if thereâs anyone sitting nearby that he might be smiling at instead. Itâs possible that he was actually smiling at Jake, but both Jake and Neytiri are distracted with whatever almost silent conversation theyâre having over your head.
Slowly, you look back at him. His smile has gotten wider, as though he finds you funny. Your heart skips, eyes growing wide as you stare back at him. Youâre a little bewildered, but you canât ignore the sudden pulse of wild excitement that shoots through you. Heâs looking at you. Heâs looking and heâs possibly interested in humans, and does this mean something?
Tentatively, you smile back. Itâs more a nervous quirk of the lips, but Olaânetu seems to take it as encouragement because he begins walking over towards you.
âOh!â You blurt in a soft whisper, startled to see him approach. You press back into Jakeâs chest automatically, peeking out from the cage of his big arms to watch as Olaânetu makes his way around the fire towards where youâre sitting.
Jake doesnât seem to notice your distraction. He just adjusts his arms when you shuffle closer, still whispering with Neytiri with his brow furrowed. But Neytiri glances down at your quiet sound, and then follows the line of your gaze out towards the gathering. When she spots Olaânetu walking over, her eyes widen and she sits back in surprise to watch his approach.
Olaânetu walks with a swagger, with all the confidence of a warrior in his prime in the middle of mating season. Itâs a little overwhelming to have all of that directed at you, and you find yourself floundering a little the closer he gets.
When he comes to a stop in front of where the three of you are sitting, Jake finally seems to notice him. He turns his head, blinking up at Olaânetu when he comes to stand by the log.
âOlaânetu.â Jake greets him. Thereâs an edge to his voice that he doesnât usually have when he talk to the people in the clan, and you can feel his muscles tense a little where heâs pressed against your back.
âOloâeyktan,â Olaânetu greets, gesturing to Jake out of respect. His attention doesnât stay on Jake for long though, because then his big yellow eyes swing towards you where youâre curled up between Jakeâs thighs. âTawtute. Will you dance?â
For a long moment, youâre frozen. Though you had been talking about human/Naâvi pairings only moments ago, it had felt hypothetical. There was a big difference between Olaânetu possibly being interested in humans, and him being interested in you, after all.
You canât remember the last time you felt desired. You feel valued of course, thanks to your friends, but you havenât actually felt like a sexual being in a long time. But now this big, strong Naâvi warrior is standing in front of you asking you to dance during mating season, after spending all evening turning down dances from beautiful Naâvi women.
âI donât thinkââ Jake starts to say from above you, but you donât let him finish.
âYes!â You say quickly, wiggling your way out of Jakeâs arms. He seems to forget to actually let go of you, which means you have to practically wrestle your way free. âYes, Iâd like to dance.â
Olaânetu grins, and you feel your own expression break into an answering smile. A dance! No one has ever asked you to dance like this!
You allow yourself to be led out towards the rest of the gathering, your small hand enveloped by Olaânetuâs much larger one, and you donât glance back once to see the expression on your friendsâ faces.
The evening had gone better than you could have ever hoped for.Â
Olaânetu had been polite and courteous, clearly fascinated with your alien features but never to the point of making you uncomfortable. You had danced for what felt like forever; first, copying his movements as best you could from hip-height, but then as the dancing slowed down Olaânetu had crouched to his knees and guided you in a dance from eye-level. It had made you blush something fierce; the dancing of the Naâvi is often joyful and wild and unrestrained, but for mating season itâs slow and sensual in a way that had made your knees weak as Olaânetu had cradled you against his much larger body.
Even now, as Jake walks you through the forest back to the outpost, you can hardly keep the smile off your face. Youâre slung over Jakeâs back like a baby koala to save time, as Jake can move through the forest faster when youâre not stumbling over roots behind him â the position means that you can tuck your face into his shoulder and daydream about the whole evening, replaying it all back through your mind.
âDid you see when he was spinning me around by the waist?â You ask, leaning forward over Jakeâs shoulder in an attempt to see his face.
Jake just grunts.
âHe said my hair was pretty too,â You murmur, an absent-minded little smile growing on your face. âDo you think Tuk would braid some more beads in, if I asked?â
âMhm.â Jake doesnât sound as though heâs interested, but his big hand pats at your thigh where theyâre wrapped around his waist to show heâs listening. âShe would. You donât need that, though.â
Youâre too lost in your thoughts to reply, resting your head against Jakeâs shoulder and daydreaming. Itâs exciting to experience attention like that, and so unusual for you too. Even if nothing ever comes of it, you think that this entire interaction will fuel your confidence for months to come.
You hardly even notice when you and Jake reach the outpost, but itâs not as though he needs you to give him directions. He knows the layout of the outpost well, and is perfectly capable of navigating his way around without your help.
Itâs late, yet the outpost is still buzzing with activity. The scientists stick to odd hours, often getting so absorbed in their work that theyâre hardly even aware of time passing, and they barely even glance up at the sight of Jake carrying you into the outpost.
The area for living is a little cramped, but you have managed to secure a tiny room for yourself away from the rest of the human inhabitants. Itâs small, but itâs private, which is a rare luxury in the outpost.
Jake ducks his head in through the doorway, and plucks you off his back in the same movement. Youâre used to him man-handling you, considering how much larger he is, and so you donât resist as he pulls you around to hold you against his chest before settling you back down to the floor.
âMaybe Iâll come back around the village tomorrow,â You say, turning on your heel to beam up at Jake. âOlaânetu said that thereâll be a sturmbeest hunt tomorrow, and thereâll be a celebration in the evening.â
Jake grumbles, stepping forward and sinking down onto your lumpy bed. It creaks dangerously under his weight; itâs comically small beneath his enormous frame, his long legs hanging off the mattress as his torso spreads out over the bed.
âYou donât need a reason to come to the village.â He mumbles, his mouth opening wide and his fangs flashing as he yawns. âDefinitely not because Olaânetu invited you.â
You roll your eyes. âWhy are you being bitter? Let me be happy about this.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, and then Jake rolls over onto his side to watch you. When he doesnât speak immediately, you avert your gaze and turn your back to him. Youâre still wearing the Naâvi clothes gifted to you by Kiri, and youâre beginning to feel significantly more exposed now in the privacy of your own room than you had when you had been surrounded by other Naâvi dressed similarly to you.
âYou know,â Jake begins in a low drawl from behind you, âI didnât even know you were looking at the Naâvi like that.â
âIâm not looking at anybody in any way.â You grumble, moving over to your dresser. Youâre careful not to look back over at Jake on your bed, already flustered enough by the topic of conversation. âWill you look away? Iâm about to change.â
Jake completely ignores you; you can feel his eyes boring into you as you rummage through your dresser looking for your pyjamas.
âYouâre looking at the villagers like theyâre people you want to fuck.â
âJake,â You snap, growing irritated. âQuit it. Youâre making this weird when it isnât.â
âOh yeah?â Jakeâs voice grows amused, teasing, which is a little infuriating. You do your best to ignore him as you go rooting for a tank top. âWhat are these for, then?â
You glance over your shoulder, already on edge just from the tone of his voice, and feel your stomach drop at what you see. The drawer in your bedside locker is open â itâs where you keep all your underwear, and thereâs several pairs of panties hanging out from where Jake has clearly been rooting around.
Dangling from his big blue index finger is a pair of bright red lacy panties.
âJake!â You shriek, jolting forward and reaching out to try and grab your underwear off him. âOh my god, you big pervert!â
Infuriatingly, he just laughs and holds you at bay with a single hand placed across your sternum. It takes so little effort that it feels as though heâs dealing with a child, and you let out a little sound of frustration as you attempt to wrestle your underwear back out of his hands.
âOh, come on,â Heâs laughing, big hand spread all across your chest to keep you away. âWhatâre you getting angry over? Canât your best friend ask why you have sexy panties all hidden away?â
âThe key word there is hidden!â You snap, mortified. âWhy were you going through my underwear drawer, you absolute weirdo-â
When you slap at his chest, he simply loops one arm around your waist and hauls you up into his lap. Your irritation doesnât faze him in the slightest; he just looks amused.Â
âMaybe I was worried about you,â He says, finally allowing you to grab the lacy panties out of his hands in favour of pulling you closer to his chest. âAm I not allowed to be worried about my friend?â
âYouâre not worried,â You snap, holding the red lace to your chest as he adjusts you on his lap. âYouâre just making fun of me!â
Jake has always been touchy, but now that youâre sat in his lap in nothing but a Naâvi tewng and beaded chest accessory those touches feel heightened somehow â his hands are big and calloused and hot as he holds you still in his lap, his eyes watching you closely. Itâs not so dissimilar to how you had been sitting earlier in the village, but this time youâre alone and in your room and heâs making fun of you over your panties.
âNah,â Jake drawls, âIâm worried about you trying to take on more than you can handle. Are you even familiar with Naâvi anatomy?â
You nearly choke, flustered. âI-Iâve studied the People for yearsââ
Jakeâs grin only widens and grows sharper, as though heâs scenting blood in the water. âHave you experienced it outside of a damn textbook, sweetheart?â
You falter. He knows the answer to that, yet heâs watching you closely as you fumble with the question.Â
âNo.â You say at last, fingers clenching around the lace in your hand. âYou know I havenât.â
âYou want to?â
For a long moment, you wonder if you heard him correctly. You pull back and do a double take, staring up at him in bewilderment. Heâs staring at you hard, all big eyes and long lashes, and you swallow thickly. The atmosphere between you is thick and tense in a way that youâre not used to experiencing around Jake, and itâs making you skittish.
âIââ You begin, your throat spasming as you swallow nervously. The next words come out in a breathy whisper, completely missing the light-hearted joking tone you had been aiming for. âAre you offering?â
Jake chuckles quietly, one hand trailing down your back to rest on the base of your spine. Itâs an innocent touch, but your tewng is slung low over your hips and the texture of Jakeâs hand is rough and hot against the sensitive skin of your back.
âââCourse I am. You should have come to me straight away when you first started thinking about Na'vi cock. Haven't I always looked after you, huh?â Jake is still grinning, but he finally releases his hold on your hips.
You go scrambling back, almost falling right over onto your ass as you clamber back to your feet. Youâre still clutching at your sexy underwear, your cheeks burning â youâve never actually had the opportunity to wear them since you arrived on Pandora, and youâre humiliated that heâs found them and looked at them and held them. Youâre so distracted with the underwear situation that it takes you a moment to fully catch up to what Jake is really saying.
âButââ You manage, swallowing thickly. âBut Neytiri-â
âWerenât you listening earlier? Sex is a means for bonding in mated pairs as well as outside of them,â Jake reminds you, his head tilted as he watches you. âYou need a release, and you need someone to guide you through it before you go fumbling around with other Naâvi. Iâm your best friend, arenât I?â
You nod slowly, wondering how the conversation has taken this particular turn. Your pulse feels terribly loud, and you half wonder if youâre dreaming this whole evening â everything feels so strange.
âSo, go on,â Jake says casually, leaning back on his hands as his legs spread where theyâre hanging off the mattress, his tewng shifting. âTake a look, if you want.â
You hesitate, eyes wide. You can hardly believe what heâs offering, yet your stomach fills with anticipatory butterflies. Youâve never gotten the opportunity to explore a Naâvi body like this before; in the safety of your own room, you can sate your own curiosity thatâs been building for years. And even better, itâs with your best friend â Jake might tease you, but he would never judge you for this.
Tentatively, you step back towards Jake. Heâs still sitting with his legs spread wide on your bed, his eyes sharp and predatory as you move closer to him. His mouth starts to tilt up, but he keeps himself impressively still as he waits for your next move. It feels as though youâre in charge of this interaction, but it also feels as though that control is tenuous.
Youâre practically holding your breath as you reach out to brush your fingers over the musculature of his chest. His body is softer now than it used to be, his human DNA coming to the fore as the years go by. You actually prefer this to the lean litheness of his Avatar body when he had first gotten it; your fingers trail over his pecs, enjoying the soft cushions of his muscles. His skin has an almost velvet-like texture, and you take the chance to really enjoy the feel of it against your fingertips.
Jake holds perfectly still as your touch coasts over his chest, down towards his stomach; though heâs not moving, heâs watching you closely as you touch him. Your blood is roaring in your ears, your heart beating in your throat. It feels as though youâre walking a thin line here, and youâre worried that youâre about to cross a point of no return.
âItâs not just my chest you wanna see, is it, sweetheart?â Jake asks, his voice deep enough that his stomach rumbles beneath your fingertips. âWhere else do you wanna look?â
You swallow thickly, momentarily distracted by the pretty azure stripes on his belly. He has two freckles just over his belly button, and your eyes are drawn to them like theyâve been magnetised.
âCan Iââ You begin, your tongue heavy and clumsy in your overly dry mouth. âCan I see your, um... your tail?â
Thereâs a pause, and then Jake laughs. Itâs a dry sort of chuckle, as though your request has taken him by surprise.
âYeah, kid. Of course you can.â He says, still grinning, before shuffling forward on the bed so that heâs sitting right on the edge of the mattress.
Heâs so comically big sitting on your bed, his long legs all bent up as he leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees. Like this, his back is long and taut and his tail is perfectly exposed at the base of his spine.
A little thrill runs through you as you climb up onto the bed beside him, your eyes fixed on his tail. It undulates lazily in the air, as though anticipating your touch coming its way. If you were to be honest with yourself, youâve experienced the urge to grab at his tail many times over the years as it waves about, but never in the way you want to touch it now.
The base of his tail seems to attach right into the base of his spine, and you touch the little protrusion there curiously. The ties of his tewng wrap delicately around the base of his tail, and you run your fingers carefully over the butter-soft skin there.
Youâre faintly aware of Jake sighing above you, shifting just slightly as you stroke over his tail. It twitches, as though heâs not sure whether he should be pushing into your touch or away from it. Itâs prehensile and active, writhing in the air under your fingers. Itâs almost sweet, and you canât fight your little smile as it twitches under your hand.
âMmm,â Jake hums, and turns to look at you over his shoulder. A few of his locs have slipped over his shoulder, and hang over his face as he looks at you through heavily lidded eyes. âYou finished with that?âÂ
You are, but you find yourself nervous to move on. The whole situation feels as though itâs slipping out from between your fingers, and you glance nervously up at Jakeâs face in an attempt to read his thoughts. You donât know what your next move should be, and you try to pick up any hints from his expression.
âI guess.â You whisper, fingers lingering around the spot where his tail meets his spine.
Jake huffs a soft chuckle, reaching around to grab at your wrist. Heâs gentle when he tugs you away from his back, pulling you around to his front so that he can see you properly.
âWhatâre you so nervous for?â He asks in a murmur. âItâs just me.â
That actually makes you laugh softly with him, your shoulders loosening a little. Heâs right â this is Jake, just Jake. Heâs trying to help you.
âYeah,â You breathe, smiling back at him. You donât feel confident about it, exactly, but you relax into him enough that you feel comfortable enough to keep touching him, growing even bolder with your wandering hands.
Itâs natural for you to be curious about his queue, so thatâs where you reach next. You do so somewhat cautiously, waiting for him to stop you. Youâre well aware of the implications of this particular part of the Naâvi anatomy, and you didnât truly think youâd ever get an opportunity to examine it closer.
Jake doesnât stop you as you pull the thick braid covering his neural queue over his shoulder towards you, though you donât miss the nearly imperceptible shudder that goes through him. You keep your touches gentle as you explore the thick glossy hair covering it, your curious fingers travelling slowly down towards the bottom.
âCareful.â Jake says. His voice comes out thicker than usual, rough and gravelly, and the sound of it startles you into looking up. His eyes are like molten gold, except the pretty green-gold of his iris has been swallowed up by the black hole of his pupils as they expand.
âSorry,â You whisper, staring back at him with wide eyes. âDoes it hurt?â
Jakeâs expression twitches, his mouth curling into a self-satisfied, amused sort of smile. âNah, it doesnât hurt. Keep going. Just go easy â that bit is sensitive.â
You nod to yourself, and keep your touch as light as you can as you hold the end of his braid up to your face for closer inspection. Thin, pinkish tendrils writhe in the low light of your room, and you squint at them in fascination â itâs the first time youâve seen anything like this in person, and you feel your mouth form a little âOâ in awe. Youâre holding an extension of Jakeâs whole nervous system in your hands. Youâre struck by the sheer level of trust in you that he must have to allow you to do this, and you feel your stomach go a little gooey with sheer affection towards your friend.
âWow,â You breathe, watching the tendrils curl and react as your breath ghosts over them. âAmazing.â
Jake grunts, sounding faintly pained. You look up from his queue, startled, only to see that his back has rounded slightly as he sits with his elbows leaning on his knees.
âOh,â You blurt. âI am hurting you! You should have said! Iâm sorry, I didnâtââ
âNo, kid,â He breathes, turning to look at you with a grin. âLike I said, itâs sensitive. It feels good.â
You blink, startled. âOh.â
You canât help the way your eyes trail down towards his tewng, especially where the flap of the loincloth hangs heavy between his legs. His thighs are thick and well-muscled, and you shift on the bed beside him as you eye him up.
âTake the tewng off.â Jake guides you in a low rumble, his big hand spreading across your lower back and pressing you gently forward towards him.
âMine or yours?â You ask, eyes wide and a little nervous as you stare back at him.
That makes Jake laugh, his thumb stroking over the bare skin just above your own little loincloth. âThatâs up to you, sweetheart.â
Right. You swallow, your mouth dry with nerves. The ball is in your court here.
Slowly, you reach out to the sides of his loincloth with trembling fingers. It takes a bit of effort to undo the ties that keep him covered considering your nervous fumbling, but you manage to get the tewng untied without Jakeâs help â not that heâs trying to help. He just sits there and watches you with those big eyes of his, though theyâre half-lidded now as his tail undulates behind him.
Youâre genuinely nervous, but itâs like youâre being driven by a pure compulsion. You canât stop your hands from reaching for the coarse fabric, regardless of the anxious tremor in your fingertips. Now that Jake is sitting in front of you, willing and inviting as his legs spread wide for you, you are eager to explore his body as he offers himself up for you.
âOkay,â You breathe to yourself, hyping yourself up as you peel back the fabric of his tewng.
When you strip it back and move to set it aside, you practically freeze on the spot. His cock is big, and itâs half-hard where it springs up from beneath the coarsely woven material of his loincloth. For some reason, the sight of his obvious arousal takes you by surprise, and you take a sharp inhale of breath as you stare.
Jake is cocky, and he leans back on his hands as he spreads his thighs even wider apart. Under your wide, fascinated stare, you swear his cock swells further. Itâs not much of a surprise that the pretty blue stripes that pattern his body extend to his cock too, but the little dots of bioluminescence scattered over the length of his erection is a surprise. His cock is pretty, the tip of it the same adorable pink of his soft, cat-like nose.Â
Your palms itch at the sight of it, and your thighs shift and slide together â you want to touch him, so badly that the urge is physical.Â
âWell?â Jake asks; the bastard sounds a mixture of amused and proud. âWhat do you think of your first Naâvi cock, huh?â
You feel as though youâve been struck dumb. Heâs so damn confident about himself, and now that youâre faced with the sight of his erection jutting up from his body like this youâre reluctant to admit that he has reason to be confident. Youâd rather choke on your own tongue than admit that, though; you just know that his head would swell to unbearable proportions.
You clear your throat and affect a disinterested tone as you lie, âI thought it'd be bigger.â
Jake tilts his head back towards the ceiling and huffs a deep, throaty laugh. Your indifference is utterly unconvincing considering the way your eyes are practically glued to his cock and the way you shift around with your thighs sliding together.
âI can smell you, smartass.â He rumbles, exposing those sharp fangs of his in a grin. âAll sweet and musky. Smells like you like what you see.â
You release your breath in a surprised huff. You forget sometimes that the Naâvi have such superior senses; the reminder has you flushing in mortification as you scramble to think about all the other times Jake may have been able to scent arousal from you. He had almost certainly been smelling it all fucking evening as you had been watching the mating season dances.
âWell, maybe Iâm just impressed that thereâs a part of you that looks this pretty.â You say obstinately, tilting your chin up towards him. âItâs, like, the total opposite of your face.â
Jakeâs grin doesnât falter, not even for a second. He coos, affecting an expression of exaggerated hurt.
âYou donât think Iâm pretty, baby?â He asks, leaning closer to you so that your noses are practically touching.
You swallow, just barely stifling the urge to jolt back. Itâs so rare for him to be close to you like this without your exo-pack in the way, and the feel of his hot breath ghosting against your lips like this sends a little thrill down your spine.
âShut up,â You grumble, before clambering off the bed and sinking to your knees in front of him.
Jakeâs eyebrows shut up, his grin turning sharp and anticipatory. âYes, maâam. Who am I to interrupt your scientific exploration, huh?â
Scientific exploration, you think to yourself. Yes, that makes sense. Thatâs all this is. Jake is just helping you so that you donât make a total fool of yourself if it comes to intimacy with other Naâvi, because heâs your friend and he cares about you.Â
You shuffle closer to him on your knees, and reach out to tentatively take a hold of his cock. Like this, youâre able to get an even closer look â itâs such a pretty shade of jewel blue, all patterned with azure stripes and dotted with those lovely bioluminescent white dots. Thereâs even a little cluster of phosphorescent white freckles near the pretty pink tip, and you lean in to admire the way they glow.Â
Up close like this, you can see that there are veiny little ridges all along the shaft. You trail your fingers over those little bumps curiously, jerking your head back when Jakeâs hips twitch, pushing his cock further into your hand.
âFuck,â He breathes, âSorry, honey. Keep going.â
Jakeâs cock is so hard, harder than any human dick youâve ever felt. Itâs like holding a goddamn lead pipe all wrapped up in velvety soft skin. You canât stop staring at the delicate little glowing white freckles, fascinated with the way they pulse in time with the twitch of his pretty pink cockhead. Youâve never actually thought of a cock as beautiful before, and you resent the fact that itâs fucking Jake thatâs changed your mind.
You look up at him, his swollen cock cradled in your hands. âDo youââ You break off, swallowing. âDo you really think I could take something like this? Maybe you were right earlier. This might be out of my league.â
Jakeâs expression softens a little at that, and he reaches out to rest his hand on top of your head. His thumb strokes over your scalp softly, soothingly.
âThatâs quitterâs talk, kid,â His tone is antagonising and completely at odds with the softness of his touch. Itâs the kind of tone he uses when heâs challenging you during your bouts of bicking. âYou havenât even tried yet. Weâll get you ready for it.â
Heâs only trying to help, and yet you feel excited heat curdle low in your belly. You want his help so much more than you had expected â you donât know what getting you ready for it involves, but you crave it.
âOkay.â You breathe.Â
He taps your cheek with his index finger, all fond and soft as you turn your attention back down to his erection in your hands. Your grip is still a little uncertain; you barely know what youâre doing. This is so far outside of your past experience.
When your grip firms, Jake grunts softly and a delicate little trickle of pearlescent precum dribbles from his cockhead down over your fingers. His precum is tinged blue, which is enough of a novelty that you almost giggle at the sight of it. You use both your hands to explore his length, fingers trailing over all those delicate ridges. The little phosphorescent freckles along the top close to his tip are apparently sensitive, because when you rub your thumbs over them Jakeâs hips thrust gracelessly into the air.
âFuck,â He sighs, his big hand settling firmly over the top of your head. âThatâs it. Touch the bottom of it â thereâs a spongey part that feels good when itâs stimulated.â
You follow his instructions. Thereâs a curious swell around the base of his cock that just seems to be growing. One of your hands travels down to it curiously, splaying over it and then rubbing it at it experimentally. His hips rock forward sharply, a huff of breath leaving him as he grunts a muted, âFuck!â
Jake is so much more expressive than you had expected him to be â but then again, youâve never really thought of him like this. Heâs almost panting as he leans back on his elbows, craning his neck so he can get a look at what youâre doing. One of his sharp incisors is digging into the soft swell of his lower lip, a little furrow between his brows that deepens every time you rub at his erection.
âWhat is this?â You wonder, prodding curiously at the soft, spongey tissue around the base of his cock.
He huffs a laugh, rocking his hips a little further into your hands. âWeird, isnât it? Come on, I thought you âstudied the People for yearsâ â donât you know what this is?â
You flush, averting your gaze from his slightly mocking eyes. âYouâ no, I donât⊠I mean, it was more from an anthropological point of viewââ
Jake purses his lip in a little pout â itâs a mockingly sympathetic look. âNaâvi men donât have scrotums, honey. Instead we have these weird little squishy parts. To hold the cum, I guess, I donât know. Never really asked. Look, press down on it.â
Despite the less than satisfactory explanation, you press the tips of your fingers a little harder into the soft swell around his cock. More precum bubbles out of the little slit on the top of his cock, spilling over as though youâve just squeezed it out of the squishy base.
âOh,â You breathe, before looking up at him with an impish sort of expression. âI always knew you had no balls.â
That wipes the stupid smug look off Jakeâs face, although he tilts his head back and snorts a laugh. âOh, youâre such a dickhead.â
Your face melts into a grin, your head all tilted back as you watch him laugh. This feels more like your normal dynamic, and you relax where youâre kneeling between his thighs. Itâs reassuring to know that even with his hard dick in your hands dribbling precum all over you, your friendship remains unstrained.
Finally, you lean forward and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock. Itâs more experimental than anything; you want to feel that velvety soft skin under your tongue, to see how it tastes. The swollen flesh of his dick is hot, the weight of it pleasantly hefty on your tongue. Youâre a little surprised to find that it tastes similar to human dicks that youâve experienced before; a little more earthy, perhaps, a little sweeter to taste.
Jake tilts his head back with a little grunt, his fingers tightening a little in the roots of your hair. Encouraged by his reaction, you wrap your lips around the pretty pink tip and suckle there. Jakeâs stomach muscles tense, his hips making an aborted rocking movement; he only barely manages to hold himself back from shoving his cock right down your throat by sheer force of will.
He lets out a startled laugh, his surprise getting the best of him. âFuck. Oh shit, youâre hungry for it, aintcha?â
Your cheeks heat, and you pull your mouth off his cock so you can scowl up at him. Heâs bigger than youâre used to, so you have to reach up and wipe a trail of drool off your chin thanks to your mouth being stretched so wide.
âDonât be an asshole,â You whine, narrowing your eyes. âStop making fun of me.â
âOkay, okay, okay,â He concedes, his hips flexing slightly to bring his cock closer to your face again. âKeep sucking on it, I wonât say another word. Come on, you were doing so well. How much of it can you take?â
Heâs playing on your own scientific curiosity, and you hate to say it but itâs working. You donât know how much of it you can take, but youâre so eager to find out. It doesnât help that youâre horny; you can feel the tewng Kiri had made for you growing damp where itâs tucked between your legs, and you shift on your knees restlessly. Youâre so aroused that you can feel your clit pulsing, and itâs starting to seriously affect your decision-making skills.
You shuffle forward again, and dip your head so you can take his cock into your mouth once more. A quick, nervous glance up at Jake shows that his eyes are all scrunched up, his brow pinched together as his mouth lolls open. Youâve never seen an expression like this on him, and youâre startled by the flood of heat that coils in your belly and between your legs. He likes this â obviously, youâre doing something right. It seems like Naâvi men really arenât that different to human men, after all.
When you suckle softly at the tip of his cock, your tongue stroking curiously at the underside of the mushroomy tip, a soft rumble of a moan is torn from Jakeâs throat. You take that as your cue to take all of him in your mouth as best as you can, giving one more enthusiastic suckle to the tip before swallowing him down. You only get about a quarter of the way down before you have to pull back and try again. Your mouth is stretched obscenely wide around the girth of him, and you swear you can feel the weight of his dick pulsing on your tongue.
âOh, goddamn.â Jake grunts over your head. His thighs twitch, enclosing around you and keeping you pinned there. Heâs so fucking big over you, it feels as though itâs giving you a headrush.
You suck him as best as you can, but your jaw is starting to ache from being hinged so wide. You can barely even manage half of his cock in your mouth, even when you really try. You alternate between stroking his length and suckling on the head of his dick, looking up at him through your watering eyes as you attempt to gauge his reactions. The swell at the base of his cock has engorged even further, and you prod at it curiously with one hand as you work his length with the other. Itâs firm but oddly spongey, and everytime you poke at it Jakeâs whole cock twitches.
Youâre still all caged in by his big thighs bracketing your head and shoulders, breathing heavily through your nose as his cock weighs heavily on your tongue. His hips make the sweetest little aborted rocking motions, like he wants nothing more than to let go but is trying his best to restrain himself for your sake.
But then you suckle at the head, the flat of your tongue dragging over the slit on the tip of his dick in the same motion as you twist your fist around the base of his cock, right where the little swell is. The grunt thatâs torn out of Jakeâs throat is positively feral, and his hips twitch up to force his fat cock further into your mouth.
It chokes you, and you gag once before blinking up at him with teary eyes. You shoot a panicked look up at him, cheeks bulging and drool overflowing down your chin.
âOh, Jesus, fuck,â He tosses his head back so he canât see you, forcing his hips back down to the bed and holding himself very still. âDonât fucking look at me like that-â
You haul your head back, mouth popping wetly off his cock as you cough. âYou nearly fucking suffocated me, dickhead-!â
âSorry, sorry,â He gasps, his chest heaving as he pets blindly at your hair. âWas my cock too big for you?â
âUgh,â You slap at the inside of his thigh, making him jolt. âYou are actually unbearableââ
Jake just laughs, before leaning forward and wrapping his big hands around your forearms. He uses his grip to pull you up, lifting you right off the ground and onto the bed beside him.
âJake!â You complain, trying to wiggle your way out of his hands. âI wasnât finished!â
âYou can finish sucking it later, sweetheart,â He grunts, clambering up on the mattress after you, the muscles of his thighs flexing as he crouches over you. âBut this isnât just about me, is it? I promised Iâd get you ready, didnât I?â
âYeah,â You say in a weak sort of whisper, wiggling a little bit as Jake looms over you. He presses softly on your chest, pushing you to lay on your back beneath him. âYeah, you did.â
Jake pauses then, his big golden green eyes flicking over your face. Whatever he sees has his expression softening, some of that feral hunger mellowing out as his big hands land on your knees.
âSpread your legs for me,â He whispers, his fingers squeezing lightly around the soft flesh of your thigh. âNice and wide, come on.â
Your knees drop open without thought, breath catching in your chest. You donât even have the wherewithal to feel self-conscious before Jake pushes himself down so that his big shoulders are bullying their way between your legs, keeping you all spread out for him.Â
Jake reaches for the strings of your tewng, and unties it much more efficiently than you had managed to untie his. You wince a little when he peels it back, cheeks flushing when you feel the way it sticks to your slick, aroused pussy. He laughs softly, before leaning his head against your knee and inhaling deeply.
âFuck,â He breathes, his eyelids fluttering shut as his nostrils flare. âOh, shit.â
âAre you fucking smelling me?â You hiss, embarrassment swelling. âOh god, youâre such a perv, what is wrong with youââ
âShut up a second,â Jake grunts, wiggling his way closer until his wide, flat nose is pressed right up against you. He inhales again, his chest rumbling as he sniffs at the slickness at your entrance. âJesus Christ, kid. Youâre so wet. Is this all from sucking my cock?â
You close your thighs hard, trying to squeeze his head in revenge. âNo! Asshole. You said you could smell me earlier!â
âYeah,â Jake snorts a laugh, his ears flicking against the soft flesh on the inside of your thighs. He doesnât seem bothered by the way your thighs are squeezing around his head at all. âIâve been smelling you for years, sweetheart. Itâs all part of being Naâvi. But itâs a little different with my head between your legs.â
You barely even have time to let the whole âsmelling you for yearsâ thing sink in before Jake bats at your knees, spreading you wide again. He might not be sniffing at you anymore, but his eyes are wide and sharp and analytical as he holds your thighs open â heâs looking at your cunt thoughtfully, inspecting you.
âJake,â You complain, trying to wiggle your hips away. âQuit staring-â
âIâm evaluating.â He mumbles, grabbing at your hips to keep you still as he squints at you. His fingers prod at your folds, rubbing over the swollen bump of your clit and humming when you shiver. âYour cunt is small, honey. A Naâvi cock is gonna stretch you real wide.â
His big thumb rolls lazily over your clit, before his face pushes closer. His eyelids flutter as he inhales again, his touches to your clit growing more insistent. It feels good, and you bite at your lip as you watch him work his big fingers on you.
âWhat if-â You begin, before losing some of your nerve. You force yourself to swallow, and try again. âWhat if I want to be stretched real wide?â
A beat, and then Jake drops his head with a soft groan.Â
âFuck,â He breathes, hot against the inside of your thigh. âYeah. We can arrange that, I guess.â
When his fingers trace over your outer lips you jerk, the touch catching you by surprise. The sudden movement causes him to make a rumbling sound in his chest, almost like a warning, and you still. You can feel his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and you shiver just a little when he kisses along your outer lips. Itâs the anticipation thatâs getting to you more than anything, every nerve firing as you wait for his next touch.
When his middle finger prods at you, you take a breath and hold it. He presses in slowly, the large digit sinking in up to the knuckle. Youâre wet and eager and excited, and so it goes relatively easy; even so, one of his fingers is the equivalent to two of yours, and you whine softly at the stretch of it.
âThatâs it,â Jake encourages, his spare hand stroking over your thigh. âAw, look at you. Trembling âcause of a single fingerââ
You grunt â your irritation with him washes away the pleasant tingly feeling that his thumb rolling over his clit is building.Â
âGimme another,â You demand, leaning your head back against the mattress as you try to push your hips back towards him. âI can take another one.â
âTake it easy, tiger,â He says, his stupid handsome face contorting in a smirk. âYouâll get another when youâre ready.â
âIâm ready now-â
âShut up,â He grumbles, but he says it with a little chuckle. âWhy do you always think youâre right?â
âBecause I am always right- oh!â You break off, sucking in a startled breath when Jakeâs big mouth encloses over your clit and sucks.Â
His tongue is big and wet and rough, and you choke out a pathetic sort of moan, your hips twitching into his mouth. Heâs just so good with his tongue, it makes your breath stutter and rattle in your chest. When he sucks at your clit, you sit up on your elbows so that you can watch him. He meets your gaze and throws you a cheeky wink as he laps at you, and you just know that he feels you physically react to it by the way he laughs a little into your cunt.
âJake,â You wheeze, squeezing your eyes shut. âIâ oh, god-â
Irritatingly, he just pulls back a little and laughs. âCanât believe you had the neck to call me a perv when you get this wet at the thought of a big alien dick splitting you open.â
You draw your leg back to try to kick his head, but it seems like he expects that move from you because he catches your calf with his free hand and tugs it over his shoulder. When he dives back in face first, he laps and sucks at you so eagerly that you fist your hand in his hair reflexively as you twitch against him. All you can do is hang on for dear life as he devotes everything he has to eating you out.Â
Youâre so distracted by the feeling of him suckling at your cunt that the next finger he presses inside you takes you completely by surprise. Though you had been demanding another finger, the stretch of it stings a little. Two Naâvi fingers feel like the equivalent of a human cock, and you writhe a little, your breath stuttering as you push eagerly into his fingers despite the stretch of it.Â
You squeal and your hips buck, but Jake uses the hand thatâs not knuckle deep inside of you to press on your hip and pin you down, keeping you still as he suckles at your cunt.Â
âFuck!â You gasp, trying to tilt your hips away from his mouth. Itâs too much, too fast, but he holds you still and forces you to take it until youâre trembling in his hands. âFeels â ah! â good.â
ââCourse it does,â He grunts, his mouth twitching into a grin against you. âI told you Iâd take care of you, didnât I?â
He mouths along the lips of your pussy, his teeth grazing and scratching at the sensitive skin just right. You make a noise that sounds embarrassingly close to a sob, and feel Jake grinning into the soft flesh of your pussy.
âAnother?â He asks, tilting his head up to look at you. His eyelids flutter up at you, the picture of innocence as though heâs not currently stuffing you full and making you cry around his fingers.
âI donâtââ You start thickly, âI donât knowââ
âThatâs okay,â He coos at you. âLeave it up to me, yeah?â
âYeah,â You say immediately, muscles melting back into the mattress as you give into him. âYeah, okay.â
âAtta girl,â He hums, ducking his head back down and tracing your folds with his tongue, pulling them into his mouth and suckling. You relax a little, humming your pleasure. But then Jake is digging his tongue into the top of your folds and locating the nub of your clit with absolute precision, and you arch your back with a little scream.
He laughs, because heâs a bastard, but doesnât so much as pause. Heâs relentless, devoting everything he has to your clit. He laps at it, stiffens his tongue to a point and flicks at it, wraps his lips around it again and sucks. When he introduces his teeth and grazes it, youâre gone; your whole body seizes up and you keen as you come, but even then Jake doesnât pull away. He laps and suckles at you until youâre gasping and writhing from the overstimulation.
You canât catch your breath after your orgasm because his mouth is still busy with your clit. While your head is still spinning from the pleasant white haze of your orgasm, Jake pushes a third finger into you. The slide is made easier by how slick youâve gotten, but you still have to bite back the squeal that wants to escape from between your teeth, tossing your head back desperately into the mattress and whining.
Finally, he pulls away from your clit, and youâre able to breathe again.
âNice,â He breathes, resting his chin on your lower belly and grinning at you as he works his fingers deeper. âLook at you â stretched real wide.â
The entire lower half of his face is wet and shiny from your slick and his own spit, and he looks absolutely obscene as he grins. His tongue pokes out and licks the mess off of his lips, crooking his fingers into the spongey area at the front of your inner walls and snickering as you squeal.
âJake,â You whimper, turning your face away and nuzzling into the blankets all bunched up by your head. âItâs⊠itâs so much, itâs too muchââ
âNah, honey, youâre doing fine,â He breathes, reaching out to catch your chin. He pulls your face out of your little shield of blankets so that he can see you properly. âYou were right, werenât you? You can take it, you can take it so well.â
His eyes go half-lidded when he watches you take his fingers. Itâs so overwhelming, and yet you spread your legs wider and lift your knees, silently hoping heâll take it as the invitation that it is and fuck you harder. He complies happily, and the wet, squelching sounds that come from his fingers in your cunt only seem to work Jake up even further.
âFuck,â Jake grunts, raising himself up on his knees so that he can shuffle further up your body, all hunched over you as his fingers work deeper inside you. âLift up your top.â
You donât know what the point of lifting it up would be when the beaded weave of it is all splayed out around your chest, completely baring your tits. You make a face at him, though youâre all sweaty and slack-jawed and youâre pretty sure it doesnât have the effect you want it to have because Jakeâs irises just dilate further.
âWhy?â You mumble, humping your hips greedily into his fingers in an attempt to get him touching your clit again.
When you donât move to adjust your top, he does it for you. He leans over you, shoving the delicate beaded strands up so that your chest is bare and uncovered.
âLet me suck on your tits.â He grunts, lowering his head and wrapping that big, skilled mouth of his around your left breast.
His tongue is rough and hot and wet, and the suction against your nipple is enough to rip a startled gasp right out of your mouth. It feels good, better than you had expected, and you moan as he mouths insistently at your tits.
âYouâre likeââ You gasp, eyes squeezing tight. âFuck, youâre like a baby.â
That makes him snicker, though he doesnât pull back from your breasts.
âYeah.â He mumbles into your chest. âIâve heard that one before.â
He presses harsh, biting kisses all along your left tit, his free hand kneading at your other breast like a fucking cat. He nips and sucks along the swell of your breast, leaving little bruises in his mouthâs wake before wrapping his lips around your nipple again and sucking.
âFuck,â He moans, nuzzling at your chest. âWhy didnât you tell me you had tits like this, huh?âÂ
The angle of his fingers shifts, and you let out a startled, choked gasp as they press right into that spongey part at the back of your cunt that has your legs shaking. Heâs still grunting into your tits as he rubs the pads of his fingers against your insides. His thumb lands on your sensitive, swollen clit and rubs hard, and you nearly cry out as your back bows and you push eagerly into his touch.
âFuck yes. Arch your back a little more, come on. Look at you going nice and tight around my fingers.â He groans, watching your hips hump against his hand.
âHoly fuck.â You choke, grabbing at the sheets beneath you. Itâs too much and not enough, and your hips keep undulating like they canât decide whether to twitch away from the stimulation or to go back for more.
âFuck, just look at you riding my hand.â Jake mutters, nipping at your tits once more before pulling back to look down at the way youâre moving into him. âYou gonna do that around my cock?â
âYes,â You wheeze, eyes blowing wide at the thought. âYes. Are youâ are you gonna put it in?â
That makes Jake snicker meanly, which isnât what you had been expecting. His mouth is so hot and searing against your skin, his fingers working you up slowly and steadily as he works you up.Â
âNot yet, honey,â He grunts, âYouâre taking it like a champ, but you need a bit more practice, I think.â
Disappointment settles thick and heavy in your stomach, but it doesnât last too long before itâs washed away by pure liquid pleasure. His fingers feel so good, filling you up so well. It feels like heâs fingerfucking the thoughts right out of your head, eyes rolling back in your head as he insistently rubs at you.
Jakeâs mouth closes around your breast again, suckling lazily as his fingers fuck you steadily. Movement catches your eye, and you look down to see that Jake is now fisting his own cock with his free hand. The sight sends an electric little rush straight down your spine, and you arch your back as that sweet heat begins building and tightening in your lower belly.
Youâre so aroused that you swear your pussy is twitching, and youâre so close to your own orgasm that you let your impatience get the better of you. Your hips jerk wildly, and you clutch at his shoulders and cry out as his fingers hit that one spot inside you that makes you feel gooey inside. Your eyes are half-closed as you hump your pussy back on Jakeâs hand, letting out satisfied little cries as Jake fists and tugs at his cock like a desperate man.
The pleasure sitting in your lower belly is starting to coil tight, and your movements get a little sloppy as you desperately chase your release on Jakeâs fingers. The pleasure is so close to cresting when Jake bites down on your breast in the same moment as he presses his fingers in deep as his thumb rolls over your clit. Your nipples are hard and sensitive already from all of Jakeâs pawing and sucking at them, so the combination of his biting kisses and the overwhelming way he twists his fingers inside of you makes you think you might actually explode.
It only takes two more hard thrusts of his fingers before youâre tossing your head back and shaking apart with a short little scream, your entire body drawing up tight and tensing so hard that you can hardly see. Jake keeps his fingers moving, his own cock rutting into his other hand as he groans.
It feels like youâre cumming forever, the ecstasy drawn out by Jakeâs clever fingers as they drag along your insides and light up every nerve and sweet spot you have. The slick sounds of him working his cock with his fist are mostly drowned out by the soft, breathy moans that you canât keep quiet. Heâs not very good at keeping himself quiet either though; your own ears are pricked up for the quiet, pleasured grunts that fall from his lips as his eyes dart over your face to your chest to the place where his fingers are disappearing inside of you.Â
Your clit grows oversensitive, and you wince as you reach to push at his wrist. âJakeââ
He obediently pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you dripping and clenching down on nothing. You hadnât expected to feel so empty, and you whine in mindless complaint.
âAlmost there,â He grunts, gasping wetly as he tugs at his cock. âPush your tits together for me.â
Watching him fall apart between your legs is so compelling, and you watch with wide eyes as he shivers, his ears twitching as his eyebrows creep higher and his mouth falls open. You do as he says without thought, grabbing at your breasts and pushing them together for him. Your head is still fuzzy and stupid, and you watch him with wide, guileless eyes as he moans above you.
Jakeâs eyes have gone unfocused as the motion of his hips stutter and falter, but heâs still staring between your legs and at your tits as he fists his cock roughly, far harsher than you were when you were touching him. You watch avidly, your breaths hiccuping eagerly as you watch him twist his fist around the head of his cock.
When his whole body locks up as he strains against his orgasm, his hips spasming wildly, you almost flinch when a jet of hot cum bursts from his dick. The sheer amount of it surprises you, given his much larger size; he makes an absolute mess of you. His cum is a phosphorescent white-blue, glowing softly where it runs in rivulets over your exposed tits and ribs. You stare at it, fascinated, before raising your head to blink at Jake â you notice the swollen part at the base of his cock has deflated almost entirely, to the point that itâs hardly noticeable anymore.
âShit,â Jake breathes, his chest still heaving. His face is still slack and pleasured, and he rolls to the side so that he can lay out beside you. Heâs so big that most of his legs are hanging off your bed, but he still pulls you close to his chest and leaves his arm draped over your waist.
âOh my god.â You mumble, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.Â
Jake just hums, but you can feel him raise his head up so he can look down at you. His eyes trail over the veritable puddle of cum that heâs sprayed all over your tits and belly, and you can see the way his mouth twitches into a smirk.
âWe shouldnât have done that,â You whisper. Your brain is still slow and sort of stupid, but panic is beginning to seep in now. âOh god. Fuck, are you sure Neytiri wonât mind?â
Jake snorts a laugh, though itâs a little lethargic. Heâs curling himself around you as though he has no intentions of leaving anytime soon, and you hurry to stretch over to grab the CO2 respirator he had tossed lazily on the bedside locker. He takes it when you shove it at him and takes a lazy sip of air, before tossing it aside once more so that he can press his face into your throat and inhale.
âIt was her idea,â He says, his voice a little muffled in your neck. âSo no, she ainât gonna mind.â
âIt was herâŠâ You start to repeat, your brain grappling wildly with that idea. It seems spectacularly unlikely, yet Jake isnât the type to lie about something like that. But why on earth would his wife encourage him to do something like that?
As if he had heard your unspoken question, Jake sighs into your neck. âWhyâre you surprised sheâs worried about you? Didnât I tell you before that weâd look after you, huh?â
That actually ignites a warm feeling of butterflies in your belly, and you bite on your lip to hide a smile. Oh, you have no idea how youâve managed to get so lucky with your friends.
âI should shower,â You sigh, glancing down at the sticky mess heâs left all over you.
Jakeâs arms tighten around you as if itâs a reflex reaction, except then he doesnât let go. âNah. Leave it. We can shower in the morning.â
âIâm gross,â You complain, wrinkling your nose as you reach for an old t-shirt thatâs crumpled up by your pillow to wipe away the worst of the cum. The second part of what he had just said registers with you a moment later, and you glance up at him in surprise. âYouâre staying the night?â
âMmph.â Jake groans, tugging you closer again. Heâs so goddamn big and overbearing that you canât wrestle him off you, so you end up going limp and defeated in his arms. âGood fuckinâ luck tryinâ to move me.â
âDick,â You grumble, but your own eyes are beginning to sleepily slide shut too. âIâm pretty sure I stink right now.â
Thereâs a pause, and then a wet, rough sensation on your throat. Your eyes fly open as you screech, arms windmilling to slap at his head.
âAre you licking meââ
âTaste fine,â He mumbles, before tugging you closer and yawning. âTaste like me.â
That leaves you genuinely speechless. How the fuck are you even supposed to react to that? At a loss, you end up just laying there gaping at the ceiling on your tiny, pathetic little bunk thatâs currently creaking dangerously under the weight of your big stupid friend as he starts to snuffle sleepily beside you. If he hadnât just given you the best orgasm youâve had in years, you might be a little more annoyed.
Youâve just begun to think that Jake must have fallen asleep when he shifts, his tail coming up to curl lazily around your thigh. It seems almost like a subconscious gesture, except that his fingers chase after it, leaving soft trails of heat in their path.
âNext time,â He mumbles, his voice low and gravelly as he slips towards sleep, âWear your sexy little panties.â
You tilt your head back to look up at him, hardly daring to breathe. âNext time?â
Jake blinks those pretty golden green eyes open just so he can peer sleepily down at you. Even half-asleep, he manages to bare his teeth at you in a grin; itâs infuriating how good he looks even when drowsy.Â
âAw, honey,â He says, the low rumble of his voice sending a rush of heat to your belly. âYou canât think only one time was enough, can you?â