Liv.

Jake sully, the great Toruk Makto, the man who united the clans and led them to victory. All na’vi people knew his story; they all admired him, some even worshipped. But would they still feel the same way if they discovered that he wasn’t as great as legend made him out to be?

After all, would such a great man allow himself to desire a woman nearly half his age — the same metkayina woman his eldest son had spoken about a few nights before, one he wished to court?

Only It wasn’t just one of his sons who’d taken an interest in you, it was both of them. Jake noticed right away, the second you introduced yourself to the family. The boys were completely caught, staring a little too long, a little too obvious, it was as if they were in some sort of trance. Maybe if they hadn’t been so distracted by how beautiful you were, they might’ve realised they were wearing the exact same look as their father.

The way you’d waded out of the water so effortlessly would have any sane man drooling, jake told himself. It was nothing, just a flicker of attraction to a beautiful woman, didn’t mean a damn thing.

But Jake Sully was a big fat liar.

By now, It wasn’t just innocent glances between the two of you — no, it went far beyond that. The way your eyes would always find each other, the way your hands would linger a second too long, brushing as if by accident though you both knew it never was. You weren’t worried, you did it openly, right in front of people, hiding nothing at all and still, no one ever batted an eye.

“Jake, you breathe through here.” you explained, gently placing your palm against his chest, almost as if you actually wanted to help him steady his heartbeat, but he saw right through the act. Your hand slipped every now and then, tracing the line of his hard abs.

You were smart with your actions, always able to make them seem like harmless gestures so no one would suspect anything. Although Jake never retaliated or did the same, he never complained, you were well aware of what you were doing to him, and you relished in it. You loved how he’d shiver whenever you grazed his skin, his body betraying him as it leaned into your touch. He could deny it to himself all he wished, but the tension was there like an unspoken silence.

He knew he was dirty. He knew it was wrong — thirsting after the same woman both Neteyam and Lo’ak had looked at as he once looked at his wife, eyes full of love. However you were not just an ordinary woman, you were a woman that made him question everything: his title, his duty, himself.

Everytime he’d walk past a group of metkayina women they’d greet him with a smile, offering the ‘I see you’ sign in respect — all except you, who seemed to see him more clearly than anyone. You were brave, always teasing Jake anytime he asked for you for anything. If he thought you’d ever submit to him, he was deeply mistaken, it was more likely to be the other way round.

“The mighty Toruk Makto needs my help?” You exclaimed, feigning surprise as you batted your eyelashes at the older man before you who only groaned in response, his tewng growing significantly tighter at your mocking words.

He hated how much he was into it.

You were a minx, a flame that drew him dangerously closer, always staring at him shamelessly, even in front of prying eyes, like his wife’s. In fact, you reminded him of himself when he was younger, just a lot more of a brat — a brat he was more than happy to tame.

While you enjoyed the undivided attention you’d receive from the Sully brothers, how they’d fight over you, tug at each other’s tails if one of them was closer to you, compete for your time — you wanted more. Your body called out to a man who was already mated, but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. After all, why would you deny your body of it’s biggest need?

As of now, you feasted on a carefully prepared meal by the Sullys in their marui, Neteyam and Lo’ak sitting on either side of you with Jake directly opposite you. Everything was perfect.

“Mhm Neytiri this is amazing”

You moan, licking your fingers clean, holding direct eye contact with Jake as the sounds escape your lips. Sitting beside his wife, he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, you try not to smirk while Neytiri, who was completely oblivious to the tension, began to explain how she made the food.

He nearly chokes on his bite when he notices the fruit’s juice glistening on your chin. His eyes immediately widened, craving nothing more than to lick it off.

I wonder what’s sweeter, her juices or the fruit’s?

Would it be too inappropriate I were to lean over and gently wipe it for her?

Snapping out of his trance, Jake, looking visibly irritated at you testing him like that in front of his family, cleared his throat, “It’s getting late, isn’t it time you head back, y/n?”

Tuk whined at her father’s words, clutching onto your arm in a desperate attempt to get you to stay. You softly smiled down at her, “I’ll see you later, Tuk.” At the same time, both brothers reached out, each offering a hand to help you up. Of course, the gestures didn’t go unnoticed, Jake’s glare snapped toward them instantly. One might mistake this for the look of an overprotective father, but that couldn’t be any further from the truth.

And then, the bickering began.

“I’ll walk y/n to her maraui skxawng, I’m older.”

Lo’ak scoffed, biceps flexing as he crossed his arms over his chest, you had to admit it wasn’t a bad sight, especially considering that he was a younger version of his father. “You’re just making up any excuse to be alone with her!”

Neteyam was about to argue back before Jake finally cut in. “That’s enough, since the two of you are behaving like toddlers, I’ll be walking y/n home.” Although he tried to make it sound like this was something he was doing out of responsibility, it was an act. He’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t have done it — still, he appreciated the excuse.

A devious grin spread across his face as you looked up at him, curiosity clearly etched into your expression.

He was going to have a lovely talk with you.

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A sharp gasp escapes your lips when Jake pins you against a tree, his large frame now hovering over yours as warmth radiated off him. “Jake—”

“You think it’s funny?” He snapped, his body drawing even closer. “Always teasing me like that, always pushing me to do things i shouldn’t even want.”

You’re lost for words, your glossy eyes meeting his. It seems he has finally lost his temper. Your breath hitches when your hard nipple accidentally rubs against his chest through the gap in your beaded top, the friction sending shivers down your spine.

“Answer me girl, you didn’t seem this shy when you were shamelessly flirting with me in front my wife.” He commanded, his voice more stern now, more sexy. Despite his request, you remained silent, pushing his buttons further with your disobedience.

Neytiri would always obey him, no questions asked — in fact, everyone would. To them he was the great Toruk Makto, a superior, but to you?

To you, he was just a filthy old man — one you wanted nothing more than to see kneeling before you, to worship you how others would worship him. You’d already watched plenty of men (such as his sons) fall to their knees for you which only made Jake more irresistible. You took him on as a challenge. After your first meeting with him, it quickly became a contest to see who would surrender first.

After all, he may have fallen into a trance under your gaze, but would he truly forget himself?

Jake’s large hands settle on your hips, giving them a deliberate squeeze. He growls as he spins you around, your face now pressing against the rough bark of the tree. “You wanted to be quiet, so now you’re gonna keep it that way baby.”

He wastes no time and attaches his lips onto your neck. Attacking it with open mouthed kisses, he sucks directly at the pulse point, leaving mark after mark.

“Fuck baby, you taste so sweet.” He hisses, continuing to feast on your skin. Kicking your feet apart and placing his leg in between yours, you feel him press against your heat, “mhm!”

Your cunt was already dripping, knowing he could smell your arousal, you gently begin to grind on his muscular thigh that was positioned exactly where you needed it. “P—Please Jake” you whine, rubbing your folds against him through your loincloth, desperate for more.

“What was that slut? I thought you couldn’t speak.” He whispers in your ear in a condescending tone, his words mocking you the way you had mocked him for weeks. You’re the one whose supposed to have him begging for you, not the other way round, what the fuck was happening?

Gathering your braids tightly in his fist, he tugs at them, forcing your back to arch. Yelping at how rough he was being, you make the decision to respond. “I want you to f—fuck me Jake!” You hiccup, fingers digging into the tree beside you. Jake’s grip on your hair doesn’t loosen, instead he yanks on it once more before you hear the sound of his tewng falling on the ground. “That’s a good girl, stay still for daddy.” He coos, yet his words didn’t sound comforting in the slightest.

“Ahh!—" You moan as his thick length slides between your thighs, coating himself in your slick. Teasing the head against your entrance, he murmurs something about it being for ‘preparation,’ but you knew it was really just him getting you to beg again. And it worked.

“Please Jake, please fuck me.”

This had to be the most humiliating thing you’d ever said. Thank Ewya the older man couldn’t see your face, your cheeks burning a vivid purple.

“If you insist, baby.” He chuckles, finally ripping your bottom attire off, giving your ass a playful slap.

You roll your eyes, picturing the smug smirk on his face behind you. Cocky bastard, this is not how it was ment to go!!

He enters with you one brutal thrust, forcing you to take all of him. Not giving you time to adjust, he rams into your hole over and over again, his speed increasing with each thrust of his hips. His large hand reaches to grope your tits before he clamps it over your mouth to muffle your sounds. “Stay quiet, or do you want my wife to hear this too?”

You clench around him at the mention of Neytiri, the reminder that he was risking everything in this moment only made it better — the thrill, the excitement of being caught with the mated, half-your-age, Toruk Makto.

The sound of him pounding into you was loud, so loud that you were certain anyone from a mile away would be able to hear. Tears prickle in your eyes when he pulled out of you, only to slam back into you seconds later. Letting out a groan, he buries himself deeper as if aiming to rearrange your organs all together. Each thrust is filled with desperation, longing and desire. Perhaps weeks of endless teasing does this to a man.

“Daddy—keep going please, Jake—”

Cock-drunk and bleary-eyed, you fail to notice a voice closing in, oddly familiar but not belonging to the dilf currently inside of you.

“Sempul (father), is that you?”

Your eyes widen when a dark figure’s shadow, light in hand, fell over the two of you. Never mind, maybe getting caught isn’t that exciting…

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lo'ak knew he was fucked the moment he saw you.

the sully family had barely made it through the initial scrutiny of the metkayina, ronal's sharp eyes cataloging every difference, every weakness, tonowari's measured welcome feeling more like a test than a greeting, when you emerged from the crowd.

you moved with the fluid grace that all reef na'vi seemed to possess, your broader tail swaying behind you, the delicate membranes of your arms catching the light. but it wasn't just that. it was the way the sun hit your skin, making the subtle patterns there shimmer. the way your hair, adorned with shells and pearls, cascaded down your back. the soft curve of your lips as you smiled at tonowari, nodding at whatever instruction he gave you.

and then those eyes, those impossibly bright eyes, turned toward his family.

toward him.

lo'ak felt his stomach drop.

"this is one of our most promising young women," tonowari announced, gesturing you forward. "she will help your family learn our ways. teach you what you need to survive here."

you stepped closer, and lo'ak caught it, your scent. clean and salt-sweet, like sun-warmed ocean and something else, something distinctly you that made his head swim. his ears flattened instinctively, and he prayed to eywa that no one noticed the way his tail had gone rigid behind him.

"it is an honor," you said, your voice soft but clear. you pressed your fingers to your forehead, then extended them outward in greeting. "i am happy to help."

jake returned the gesture, ever the diplomat. neytiri followed suit, though her expression remained guarded. kiri smiled, genuinely warm. tuk bounced excitedly.

and lo'ak? lo'ak just stared like an idiot.

"bro," neteyam muttered under his breath, elbowing him sharply in the ribs. "stop looking at her like that."

lo'ak's face burned. he quickly mimicked the greeting gesture, his movements clumsy and too late.

smooth. real smooth.

your smile didn't falter, though. if anything, it seemed to brighten, and lo'ak felt his heart stutter in his chest. "we begin tomorrow, yes? i will show you the village, teach you to swim properly, to ride the ilu."

"we know how to swim," lo'ak said, the words coming out more defensive than he intended.

"forest swimming," you replied gently, no judgment in your tone. "the ocean is different. you will see."

and with that, you turned and walked away, your hips swaying naturally with each step, the woven band across your chest shifting slightly, the intricate loincloth that hung low on your hips, layers of woven fabric and shells, moving like water itself.

lo'ak watched you go, unable to tear his eyes away from the curve of your waist, the strong lines of your legs, the way your tail moved in perfect counterbalance to your stride.

"dude." neteyam's voice was sharp now. "seriously?"

"what?" lo'ak hissed back, finally breaking his gaze.

"you were practically drooling."

"was not."

"were too."

jake cleared his throat, giving both of them a look that promised a conversation later. lo'ak bit back a groan.

that night, lying in the unfamiliar marui assigned to their family, lo'ak couldn't sleep. his mind kept circling back to you. the way you'd looked at him, not with the disdain or pity he'd grown used to, but with simple kindness. the way you'd moved. that scent.

he shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the heat building in his body. this was ridiculous. he’d just met you. barely even spoken to you. and yet..

he couldn't stop thinking about the woven band across your breasts, the way it had clung to your skin. the layered loincloth that left your thighs bare. he wondered what it would feel like, that fabric. wondered if it would still be warm from your body if he-

stop it, he told himself firmly. stop being a creep.

but his body didn't listen. he was already half-hard, his cock pressing uncomfortably against his own loincloth. he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think of anything else. tried to focus on the sound of the ocean, the unfamiliar sway of the marui on the water.

it didn't work.

all he could see behind his closed eyelids was you. all he could imagine was that scent, stronger, surrounding him. he wondered what you smelled like up close. wondered if that sweetness would be more intense at your neck, your wrists. between your—

"fuck," he breathed, barely audible.

across the marui, neteyam shifted in his sleep. lo'ak froze, holding his breath until he was sure his brother hadn't woken. then, carefully, quietly, he slipped his hand beneath his loincloth.

this was wrong. he knew it was wrong. you’d been nothing but kind, and here he was, touching his cock to the thought of you like some kind of pervert.

but he couldn't stop.

he bit his lip to keep silent as he stroked himself, his mind filling with images of you. your smile. your eyes. the curve of your body. that scent. he imagined getting closer to you during the lessons, imagined catching that scent again, stronger. imagined accidentally brushing against you, feeling the warmth of your skin.

imagined you noticing the effect you had on him. imagined those bright eyes dropping down, seeing how hard he was for you.

the thought sent him over the edge faster than he expected. he came with a strangled gasp, spilling into his hand, his whole body shuddering with the release.

shame crashed over him immediately after.

what the hell was wrong with you?

but even as he cleaned himself up as quietly as possible, even as he tried to convince himself this was just a one-time thing, just the stress of everything that had happened..

he knew he was lying to himself.

tomorrow, he'd see you again. tomorrow, he'd be close to you, learning from you, breathing the same air.

and lo'ak had no idea how he was going to survive it without completely losing his mind.

the next morning came too quickly yet not quickly enough.

lo'ak had barely slept, his dreams a confused tangle of water and skin and that scent that had already burned itself into his memory. when he finally dragged himself up, neteyam gave him a knowing look that made him want to sink through the woven floor of the marui.

"rough night?" his brother asked, too innocently.

"shut up."

but when they emerged into the early morning light and lo'ak saw you waiting on the beach, any embarrassment evaporated, replaced by that same dizzying rush of want.

you wore a different loincloth today, still layered and intricately woven, but the shells caught the light differently. the breast band was the same style, but this one had tiny blue beads worked into it. your hair was pulled back, revealing the elegant line of your neck.

lo'ak swallowed hard.

"good morning," you greeted them, that same warm smile in place. "are you ready to begin?"

no, lo'ak thought. i’m really, really not.

but he nodded anyway, following you toward the water, trying desperately not to stare at the way your body moved, trying not to think about what he'd done last night.

trying and failing spectacularly at both.

this was going to be a long day.

te water was warm, but it did nothing to cool the heat building under lo'ak's skin.

you waded in ahead of them, the ocean rising to your waist, then your ribs, the water streaming down your body in rivulets that caught the morning light. lo'ak watched, transfixed, as droplets traced the curve of your spine, disappearing beneath the woven band across your chest. the fabric darkened where the water touched it, clinging to your skin in a way that made his mouth go dry.

"the first thing you must learn," you said, turning to face them, "is how to breathe. the way of water is different from the way of the forest. you must slow your heartbeat, expand your lungs. let me show you."

you demonstrated, your chest rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. lo'ak's eyes tracked the movement helplessly. the beaded band shifted with each breath, and he could see the shape of you beneath it, the soft curves that the thin fabric did nothing to hide when wet.

stop staring, he commanded himself. she's trying to teach you something important and you're being a complete-

"lo'ak? are you watching?"

his eyes snapped up to your face, heat flooding his cheeks. "y-yeah. yes. breathing. i got it."

your smile was patient, knowing. "good. now, all of you, try with me."

he tried. he really did. but it was impossible to concentrate when you moved closer, when you reached out to place a hand on his chest to feel his breathing pattern. your palm was warm even through the water, your fingers splayed across his sternum, and lo'ak forgot how to breathe entirely.

"too fast," you murmured, and fuck, your voice was soft, almost intimate. "slow down. like this."

you pressed a little firmer, and lo'ak became acutely aware of how close you were, how your body was just inches from his in the water, how if he just leaned forward slightly he could-

"feel how I breathe," you continued, taking his hand and placing it on your own chest, just above the band.

lo’ak nearly choked. his palm rested against your skin, feeling the slow rise and fall, the steady beat of your heart beneath his fingers. your skin was so soft, so warm, and he could feel everything, every breath, every subtle shift of your body.

this is educational, he told himself desperately. this is just teaching. don’t make it weird. don’t make it-

but his body had other ideas. he felt himself starting to harden, his cock stirring in his loincloth, and panic seized him. the water. thank eywa for the water. it would hide it. it had to hide it.

"better," you said, pulling back, and lo'ak nearly whimpered at the loss of contact. "now, we practice diving. watch me."

you dove beneath the surface, your body cutting through the water with effortless grace. lo’ak watched your form disappear into the blue-green depths, watched the way your legs kicked, the way your tail moved, the way the layered loincloth floated around your hips before settling back against your body when you surfaced.

water streamed down your face, your neck, between your breasts. a droplet clung to your lower lip before falling, and lo'ak wanted to catch it with his tongue, wanted to taste the salt on your skin.

"your turn," you said brightly.

lo'ak dove, grateful for the excuse to hide his face, to put some distance between you and his increasingly obvious problem. the water was murky enough, wasn't it? surely you couldn't see.

but when he surfaced, you were right there, closer than before.

"good," you praised, reaching out to adjust his arm position. your fingers trailed down his bicep, correcting the angle. "but keep your arms tighter to your body. like this."

you demonstrated on yourself, pressing your arms close to your sides, and the motion pushed your breasts together, the beaded band straining. lo’ak stared, unable to help himself, imagining what it would be like to untie those strings, to peel the wet fabric away, to-

"lo'ak?"

"right! yes. arms. tight. got it."

neteyam shot him a look from a few feet away, something between amusement and exasperation. kiri rolled her eyes. tuk was oblivious, practicing her diving with enthusiasm.

the lesson continued, and lo'ak's torture along with it. every time you touched him to correct his form, every time you demonstrated a technique, every time you smiled at him with that patient, encouraging warmth, he felt himself getting harder, more desperate.

at one point, you swam beneath him to show the proper leg movement, your body gliding under his, and he caught a glimpse down the front of your breast band, saw the curve of soft flesh, and nearly lost his mind.

she's just teaching, he repeated like a mantra. she doesn't know what she's doing to you. she’s being nice and you're being a perverted skxawng who can't control himself.

but then you surfaced right in front of him, so close your chest nearly brushed his, water streaming down your body, your lips parted as you caught your breath, and lo’ak knew he was absolutely, completely fucked.

"you are doing well," you said, and your hand came to rest on his shoulder, a casual touch that sent electricity racing down his spine. "all of you. we will practice more tomorrow."

as you waded back toward shore, lo'ak hung back, waiting for his body to calm down, watching the way the water sluiced off your skin, the way your loincloth clung to the curve of your ass, the way you reached up to adjust your breast band, retying one of the strings that had come loose.

you went and picked your belongings on a flat rock near the shore, a woven pouch, a small carved comb, but draped over the edge, another loincloth, the same one you were wearing earlier.

you must of changed out of it some time whilst he was in the water, not paying any attention.

lo’ak froze, staring at it.

that caught his eyes, fixed on it, his mind already racing with thoughts he shouldn't be having, with possibilities he shouldn't be considering.

you must have forgotten it in your hurry to get to your next task.

just a piece of fabric, he told himself.

it was just a piece of woven fabric. intricate metkayinan craftsmanship, the kind all the reef people wore. nothing special.

but he was already imagining what it would smell like. what it would feel like in his hands.

what it would be like to have something of yours, something intimate, something that had touched your skin.

his feet were moving before his brain caught up.

don't. don’t do it. this is wrong. this is so fucking wrong.

but his hand was already reaching out, fingers brushing the still-damp fabric. it was warm from the sun, soft from wear. and it smelled like you. salt and something sweeter, something distinctly you.

his cock throbbed.

lo'ak's eyes darted around the beach. empty. everyone was occupied with evening tasks. no one was watching. no one would know.

his heart hammered as he snatched the loincloth, bunching it quickly in his fist and pressing it against his stomach, hidden. guilt twisted in his gut even as arousal pulsed hot through his veins.

i’ll return it tomorrow. i’ll just.. i’ll give it back. say i found it.

the lie was flimsy even to his own ears.

that night, lo'ak waited until his family was asleep.

the marui was quiet except for the gentle sounds of breathing.

lo'ak's hand trembled as he pulled the loincloth from where he'd hidden it beneath his sleeping mat.

even in the darkness, he could make out its shape. could smell it.

as messed up as it was, his cock was already hard, had been half-hard since he'd stolen it hours ago. the ache was unbearable.

slowly, carefully, lo'ak brought the fabric to his face.

the scent hit him like a wave, salt and skin and you. he inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back, a soft groan catching in his throat. he bit his lip hard to keep quiet, his free hand already shoving his loincloth aside, wrapping around his aching cock.

fuck. fuck, you smell so good.

he imagined you wearing it. imagined the fabric pressed against your skin, between your legs, soaking up your scent throughout the day. imagined what you’d look like if he could peel it off you himself, if those hands that had touched him so innocently, today touched him with intent.

lo'ak stroked himself faster, the loincloth pressed against his nose and mouth, breathing you in. his hips thrusted up into his fist as he pictured you beneath him, those pretty eyes wide, your body yielding, those sweet moans slipping out of your mouth.

"lo'ak, you're doing so well," you’d say, breathy and wanting, not the patient teacher voice but something desperate-

his orgasm hit him hard and sudden, his whole body going rigid as he came across his stomach and hand, biting down on the fabric to muffle the sound threatening to escape. pleasure whited out his vision for a moment, intense and shameful as he tasted you on his tongue.

when he came back to himself, the guilt crashed over him immediately.

he lay there panting softly, cum cooling on his skin, your loincloth still clutched in his hand. what the fuck was wrong with him? this was, this was violating. creepy. if anyone ever found out-

if you ever found out..

his body buzzed with satisfaction.

he should return it. tomorrow. first thing. he’d leave it somewhere you’d find it, pretend he'd never seen it.

but even as he thought it, he was carefully folding the loincloth, tucking it back into its hiding place beneath his mat.

just one more time, maybe. just once more, and then he'd give it back.

lo’ak closed his eyes, shame and anticipation warring in his chest.

days went by.

lo'ak had discovered the spot a days into them settling here after exploring the island, a small cove tucked behind a formation of volcanic rocks, hidden from the main beach by dense tropical vegetation. the water here was calm, crystalline, pooling in a natural lagoon that caught the afternoon sun. more importantly, it was completely secluded. no one came here.

or so he thought.

it had become his refuge. his secret place where he could indulge the obsession that had taken over every waking thought.

he'd told his family he was going to practice diving alone, needed to work on his breathing without an audience. another lie to add to the growing collection. the stolen loincloth was tucked into his waistband, hidden beneath his own, a constant presence that made his cock half-hard just from knowing it was there.

now he sat on the smooth rocks at the lagoon's edge, completely alone, his own loincloth discarded beside him. the stolen fabric was clutched in his fist, pressed against his face as his other hand worked his rigid length with desperate, practiced strokes.

"fuck," he groaned into the fabric, inhaling deeply. your scent had only grown more intoxicating over the past few days, mixing with his own musk from repeated use. it was wrong, so fucking wrong, but he couldn't stop. didn’t want to stop.

he imagined you here with him, imagined pulling that woven band from your chest, peeling away your loincloth layer by layer. imagined the sounds you'd make, the way you'd smell when aroused, the taste of your skin. his hand moved faster, his hips thrusting up into his grip, his head tilted back as he breathed in your scent from the fabric pressed against his nose and mouth.

he was close, so close, his abs tensing as pleasure coiled tight in his belly. just a little more, just-

"lo'ak?"

his entire body went rigid, his eyes snapping open in pure terror.

you stood frozen at the edge of the clearing, maybe ten feet away, a woven basket clutched in your hands. your mouth was slightly open, your eyes wide with shock, locked directly on him. on his naked body sprawled across the rocks. on his hand wrapped around his cock, still hard and flushed dark. on the fabric pressed against his face.

on your fabric.

time seemed to stop. lo'ak's entire body went rigid, his heart lurching into his throat. for a split second, his lust-fogged brain couldn't process what was happening, couldn't understand why you were here, in his secret spot, staring at him while he-

oh fuck. oh fuck, fuck, fuck.

"oh my.." you breathed, and the sound of your voice shattered the frozen moment.

lo'ak jerked into motion, scrambling backward on the rocks, his hand releasing his cock as if it had burned him. the loincloth, your loincloth, fell from his grip, landing on the stone between you like damning evidence. his ears flattened completely against his skull, his tail whipping in agitation behind him as he grabbed desperately for his own discarded loincloth.

"i-this isn't-" his voice cracked embarrassingly. his hands shook as he tried to cover himself, but his cock was still painfully, obviously hard, tenting the fabric he'd barely managed to pull across his lap. "fuck, i didn't think anyone.. I'm sorry, i-"

his face burned with humiliation so intense he felt dizzy with it. his heart hammered against his ribs like it was trying to escape his chest. this couldn't be happening. this couldn't be real. maybe he'd fallen asleep and this was a nightmare, maybe-

but no. you were still standing there, your basket now hanging loosely from one hand, your eyes moving from his face to the fallen loincloth and back again. your expression was unreadable, somewhere between shock and something else he couldn't identify.

"i was just.." lo'ak tried again, his voice rough and desperate. "i was foraging for.. no, that's stupid, i wasn't-" he squeezed his eyes shut, his whole body trembling. "eywa, please just.. just forget you saw this. please."

you didn't move. didn’t speak. the silence stretched out, excruciating, broken only by the gentle lap of water against the rocks and lo'ak's harsh breathing.

finally, you set your basket down slowly, carefully, your movements deliberate. you took one step closer, then another.

"is that..." your voice was quiet, almost tentative. "is that my loincloth?"

lo'ak's eyes snapped open. he looked at the fallen fabric, then back at you, and the expression on your face, recognition, realization dawning, made him want to dive into the lagoon and never surface.

"the one that went missing," you continued, taking another step closer. "after our lesson. a few days ago."

his mouth opened and closed uselessly. what could he possibly say? what explanation could there be that wouldn't make this worse?

"i.." his voice came out as barely a whisper. "yes."

"you took it." still not a question. you were close enough now that he could see your pupils dilating, could see the way your chest rose and fell with quickening breaths. "you've had it this whole time."

"i’m sorry," lo'ak managed, the words tumbling out in a rush. "i know it's fucked up, i know i'm a complete pervert, i just.. i saw it on the rocks after the lesson and i couldn't help myself. i took it and i.." he couldn't finish, couldn't say out loud what he'd been doing with it.

but you were looking at him with those impossibly bright eyes, and he could see you putting it together. could see the exact moment understanding clicked into place.

"you've been..." you trailed off, your gaze dropping to his lap, where his cock was still obviously hard beneath the thin fabric. "how many times?"

the question caught him off guard. he'd expected anger, disgust, for you to call him sick and run back to tell tonowari, to have him exiled for being a creep. but your voice wasn't angry. it was something else. something that made his cock throb despite his mortification.

"every day," he admitted, the words dragging out of him. "multiple times. i can't- i couldn't stop thinking about you. about your scent. i know it's wrong, i know i should have given it back, but i-"

"what were you thinking about?" you interrupted, and your voice had definitely changed now, gone lower, breathier. "just now. when i walked up. what were you imagining?"

lo'ak stared at you, his mind reeling. this wasn't how this was supposed to go. you were supposed to be horrified, not asking him questions in that tone of voice, not looking at him with eyes that had gone dark and hungry.

"i..." he swallowed hard, his tail still lashing behind him but for a different reason now. "i was thinking about you. about what you'd look like without your clothes. what you'd sound like. what you'd..." he trailed off, his face still burning but something else building beneath the embarrassment.

"what i’d what?" you pressed, taking another step closer. you were only a few feet away now, close enough that he could smell you, that same salt-sweet scent that had been driving him crazy, but stronger now, mixed with something else. something that made his nostrils flare.

"what you'd taste like," lo'ak finished, his voice rough. his eyes locked on yours, and he saw your breath hitch, saw your thighs press together slightly. "what you'd smell like when you're turned on."

the words hung in the air between you, charged with tension so thick it was almost suffocating.

"lo'ak," you breathed, and the way you said his name, breathy and wanting, sent a bolt of heat straight to his cock.

something shifted in him then. the embarrassment was still there, hot and uncomfortable, but underneath it was something stronger. want. need. the same desperate hunger that had driven him to steal your loincloth in the first place, that had consumed his thoughts for past few days straight.

and you weren't running. you weren't disgusted. you were standing there looking at him like.. like you wanted this too.

slowly, deliberately, lo’ak let the loincloth fall away from his lap, revealing himself fully again. his cock stood rigid against his stomach, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. he watched your eyes drop to it, watched your lips part, heard the soft intake of your breath.

"yes," he said, his voice steadier now, deeper. "every day. multiple times. i’ve been touching myself with your loincloth pressed against my face, breathing you in, imagining it was you. imagining i could bury my face between your thighs and taste you until i can't think straight."

you chest was heaving now, your hands clenched at your sides. "that’s-you can't just say things like that."

"why not?" lo'ak challenged, his confidence growing with every second you didn't leave, didn't tell him to stop. "it’s the truth. you want to know what else i’ve been thinking about?"

you nodded, almost imperceptibly, and lo'ak felt a surge of arousal rush through him.

"come here," he said, and it came out as a command rather than a request.

you hesitated for only a moment before moving closer, drawn by something in his voice, in his eyes. when you were within reach, lo'ak's hand shot out and caught your wrist, pulling you down to your knees in front of him on the smooth rocks.

"yo want to know what i was thinking about?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. his free hand reached for the discarded loincloth, bringing it up between you. "i was thinking about burying my face between your thighs and breathing you in until I can't think straight." he repeated. "about making you come on my tongue while i memorize every inch of you, your taste, your smell."

"eywa," you breathed, and he could see your thighs pressing together, seeking friction.

"tell me to stop," he said, his eyes locked on yours. "tell me you're not wanting this as much as me and i’ll give this back, apologise, and never bother you again."

you were silent, your breathing heavy, you did want this as much as him.

"that's what i thought," lo’ak said.

he pulled you closer by your wrist, his other hand coming up to cup your jaw.

you didn't tell him to stop. you leaned in.

lo'ak closed the distance between you, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that started hungry and only grew more desperate. your lips were soft, yielding, and when you gasped against his mouth, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours. you tasted like salt and something sweet, and he groaned into your mouth, one hand tangling in your hair while the other slid down to grip your waist.

you kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands moving from his shoulders to his chest, fingers splaying across his skin. lo'ak could feel his heart hammering beneath your palm, could feel the way your body pressed closer to his, seeking more contact.

he broke the kiss only to trail his lips along your jaw, down to that spot just below your ear that he'd been fantasising about for days. when he pressed his nose there and inhaled deeply, your scent flooded his senses, stronger here, more concentrated, that clean salt-sweet smell mixed with the musk of arousal.

"fuck," he breathed against your skin, his voice rough. "you smell so good here. i've been thinking about this spot, wondering if it would be as intoxicating as I imagined." his tongue darted out, tasting your skin, and you shivered in his arms. "better. it's so much better."

"lo'ak," you whimpered, and the sound of his name on your lips like that made his cock throb.

his hands roamed your body, mapping every curve through the fabric of your breast band and loincloth. he traced the line of your spine, feeling you arch into his touch. his palms smoothed over your hips, gripping the soft flesh there, pulling you even closer until you were practically in his lap.

"i want to touch you everywhere," he murmured against your neck, his lips trailing lower, across your collarbone. "want to learn every inch of your body, figure out what makes you gasp, what makes you moan." his hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts through the beaded band.

you were breathing hard now, your chest rising and falling rapidly. lo'ak could feel the heat of your body against his, could feel the way you trembled slightly under his touch. he brought his mouth back to yours, kissing you deeply while his hands continued their exploration, one sliding down to grip your ass, pulling your hips flush against his.

the friction made you both groan. lo'ak could feel the heat of you even through the layers of fabric between you, could feel how wet you must be. he rocked his hips up experimentally, grinding his hard cock against you, and your head fell back with a gasp.

"feel what you do to me?" he asked, his voice rough as he continued the slow grind of his hips. "i’ve been like this for days. hard and aching and desperate for you." he kissed down your throat, feeling your pulse racing beneath his lips. "every time you touched me during lessons, every time you smiled at me, i had to hide how badly i wanted you."

"i didn't know," you gasped, your hips moving with his now, seeking friction. "i thought- i thought you were just shy.."

"shy?" lo'ak laughed, the sound dark and wanting. "i was trying not to embarrass myself by getting hard every time you came near me." his hands slid up your back to the ties of your breast band. "i'm done being shy. i’m done pretending i don't want you so badly i can barely think straight."

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his fingers working at the knots of your breast band. "tell me i can take this off. tell me i can touch you properly."

"yes," you breathed. "yes, please.."

lo'ak made quick work of the ties, slowly peeling the damp fabric away from your skin. his breath caught as your breasts were revealed, perfect and soft, your nipples already hard. "eywa," he muttered, his hands coming up to cup them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. "you're so beautiful. so fucking perfect."

he dipped his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, and you cried out, your hands flying to his hair. he sucked and licked, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud while his hand kneaded your other breast. the taste of your skin was addictive, salt and sweetness, and he could smell you even stronger now, your arousal perfuming the air.

"lo'ak," you moaned, and he switched to your other breast, giving it the same attention while his hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of your waist, the flare of your hips.

he pulled back, his eyes dark as he looked at you—flushed and panting, your lips swollen from his kisses, your breasts marked from his mouth. "stand up," he commanded, his voice rough. "i want to see all of you."

you obeyed on shaky legs, and lo'ak remained kneeling, his hands sliding up your thighs as he looked up at you. slowly, deliberately, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your loincloth. "can i?"

"yes," you whispered.

he untied the intricate knots one by one, taking his time, building the anticipation. each layer of fabric that fell away revealed more of your skin, and lo'ak pressed kisses to every new inch exposed, your hip bones, your lower stomach, the crease where your thigh met your body.

when the last layer finally fell away and you stood completely bare before him, lo'ak had to take a moment just to look. you were stunning, all smooth skin and soft curves, and the scent of your arousal was overwhelming now, making his mouth water and his cock ache.

"perfect," he breathed, his hands sliding up the backs of your thighs. "you’re absolutely perfect." he leaned in, pressing his nose against your hip bone and inhaling deeply.

his hands guided you down, helping you lie back on the smooth rocks. lo'ak moved over you, his erection straining against your stomach. he wanted to take his time, wanted to explore every inch of you before he buried himself inside you.

he started at your wrists, pressing kisses there, his tongue tracing the delicate skin. he moved to your inner elbow, then up to your shoulder, mapping your body with his mouth and nose.

when he reached your neck again, he spent long moments there, kissing and licking and breathing you in while his hands roamed your body. he palmed your breasts, rolled your nipples between his fingers, felt you arch and writhe beneath him.

"touch me," you gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders. "please, lo'ak-"

"i am touching you," he said against your skin, but his hand slid lower anyway, over your stomach, down to your thigh. he could feel the heat radiating from your core, could feel how wet you were without even touching you there yet. "tell me what you want."

"you," you moaned. "i want you.."

his fingers finally slid between your thighs, and you were soaked, slick and hot against his hand. lo'ak groaned at the feeling, his cock throbbing. "fuck, you're so wet. is this all for me? because you caught me with your loincloth?"

"yes," you gasped as his fingers explored your folds, teasing but not quite giving you what you needed. "yes, seeing you like that.. it was so hot.."

"yeah?" lo'ak's fingers circled your clit, making you cry out. "you liked watching me stroke my cock while i breathed you in? liked knowing how desperate i am for you?"

"yes, yes.." you let out a mewl.

he slid one finger inside you, and your walls clenched around him immediately. "so tight," he groaned, working his finger in and out slowly. "can’t wait to feel you around my cock." he added a second finger, stretching you, his thumb finding your clit.

you were writhing beneath him now, your hips rocking against his hand, chasing your pleasure. lo'ak watched your face, memorising every expression, every sound you made. when he curled his fingers inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars, you cried out his name.

"that's it," he encouraged, his fingers moving faster now. "let me hear you. want to know i’m making you feel good."

but before you could get too close, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. the taste of you exploded across his tongue, and he groaned. "eywa, you taste incredible. but I want more than just my fingers." he trailed kisses down your body, over your breasts, your stomach, your hip bones. "i want to taste you properly."

his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as he settled between them. he could see how wet you were, glistening in the dappled sunlight, and the scent of you was overwhelming this close, making him dizzy with want.

"spread your legs wider," he commanded, his voice rough. "let me see all of you."

you obeyed, your thighs falling open, and lo'ak groaned at the sight. you were glistening, swollen and flushed, your arousal evident in the way your pussy practically shone for him. the scent hit him like a physical force,concentrated, intoxicating, making his mouth water and his cock throb almost painfully.

"perfect," he breathed, his hands sliding up your inner thighs, thumbs spreading you open even more. "fuck, look at you. so wet for me already."

he leaned in, inhaling deeply right against your core, and the sound he made was almost animalistic. "you smell incredible. even better than your loincloth." his breath ghosted over your sensitive flesh, making you shiver. "i’m going to take my time with you. going to taste every inch."

lo'ak started slow, almost teasing, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, his nose dragging along your skin as he breathed you in. each kiss brought him closer to where you needed him most, but he deliberately avoided your center, building the anticipation until you were squirming beneath him.

"lo'ak, please.."

"please what?" he nipped at the crease where your thigh met your body, soothing it with his tongue. "tell me what you want."

"your mouth," you gasped. "i need your mouth on me."

"where?" he was being deliberately obtuse now, enjoying the way you writhed. "here?" He kissed your hip bone. "or here?" his lips brushed just beside your folds, so close but not quite touching.

"you know where," you whined, your hips trying to shift toward his mouth.

lo’ak gripped your thighs harder, holding you in place. "say it. want to hear you say it."

"my pussy," you finally gasped out. "please, lo'ak, i need your mouth on my pussy."

"good girl," he praised, and then finally, finally, he dragged his tongue through your folds in one long, slow lick.

the taste exploded across his tongue. lo'ak moaned against your flesh, the vibrations making you gasp and arch. it was even better than he'd imagined during all those nights touching himself to thoughts of you, better than the stolen taste from his fingers moments ago.

"fuck," he groaned, pulling back just enough to look at you, his lips already glistening. "you taste so good. better than anything." then he dove back in, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot, mapping you with dedicated focus.

he licked and sucked, his tongue circling your entrance before dipping inside, fucking you with it while his nose pressed against your clit. he could get drunk on this, on you.

"oh fuck, lo'ak," you moaned, your hands finding his hair, fingers tangling in the braids. "that feels so good."

he pulled back slightly, his chin wet with your arousal. "yeah? you like my tongue inside you?" ye thrust it back in to emphasize his point, and you cried out. "imagine how good my cock's going to feel."

his hands slid under your ass, tilting your hips up, giving him better access. he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked, and the sound you made went straight to his cock. he could feel precum leaking from his tip, his own arousal almost painful, but he ignored it. this was about you, about finally getting to taste you properly, about making you fall apart on his tongue.

lo’ak alternated between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on your clit, learning what made you gasp, what made you moan, what made your thighs tremble around his head. When he found a rhythm that had you practically sobbing his name, he maintained it, relentless and focused.

"don't stop," you begged, your hips rocking against his face. "please don't stop, i’m so close.."

he doubled his efforts, one hand releasing your ass to bring two fingers to your entrance. he pushed them inside as his tongue worked your clit, and you clenched around them immediately. he could feel how close you were, your walls fluttering, your thighs shaking.

"that's it," he encouraged, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in. "come for me. want to taste you coming on my tongue."

he curled his fingers inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars, and combined with the focused attention of his mouth on your clit, it pushed you over the edge. you came with a cry of his name, your body arching off the ground, your thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

lo'ak didn't let up, lapping up every drop of your release, groaning at the taste of you. your flavor intensified as you came, and he was addicted, wanting more, wanting to keep you in this state of pleasure forever. he worked you through it until you were pushing at his head, oversensitive, and only then did he pull back.

hid face was wet with your arousal, his lips swollen, and he looked absolutely wrecked in the best way. "eywa," he breathed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it clean. "i could do that for hours. could live between your thighs, die between them."

you were still trembling, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, and the sight of you, flushed and satisfied and still wanting more, made lo'ak's cock throb almost painfully.

he moved up your body, positioning himself between your thighs, and you could feel his cock pressing against your entrance, hot and hard and ready. his face hovered over yours, and you could smell yourself on him, could see the hunger still burning in his eyes.

"I'm going to ruin you," he groaned, his voice rough with need.

"i want it," you gasped, your hands sliding up his arms to grip his shoulders. "please, lo'ak, i need-"

he captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, and then he was lining himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. he paused there, just barely inside, the anticipation making both of you shake.

"been dreaming about this," he confessed against your lips, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "every night since I met you. imagined how you'd feel wrapped around my cock."

"show me," you breathed. "show me what you've been dreaming about."

lo’ak thrust in with one smooth, powerful motion, burying himself to the hilt, and you both cried out at the sensation. you were so tight, so wet, so perfectly hot around him that lo'ak had to freeze or risk coming immediately. his arms shook with the effort of staying still, his face buried in your neck as he tried to regain control.

"fuck," he groaned, his breath hot against your skin. "you feel incredible. so tight, so perfect. better than anything i imagined."

he could feel every inch of you wrapped around him, your walls clenching and fluttering as you adjusted to his size. the scent of you was even stronger now, mixed with the musk of sex, and it made his head spin. he breathed you in deeply, letting it ground him, letting it fuel the fire burning through his veins.

"move," you finally gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "please, lo'ak, i need you to move." you whined.

he pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, and then thrust back in hard. the sound you made, half gasp, half moan, was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. he did it again, establishing a rhythm, deep and powerful, each thrust making you cry out.

"this what you wanted?" he panted against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "wanted the freak pervert who stole your loincloth to fuck you?"

"yes," you gasped, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "yes, fuck, don't stop.."

lo'ak shifted his angle slightly, and the next thrust had you seeing stars. he’d found that spongey spot inside you, and he focused on it, hitting it with every stroke. his hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with your moans and his grunts.

"you're so wet," he groaned, looking down to where you were joined, watching his cock disappear inside you over and over. "so fucking wet for me. can you hear it?" he moaned out.

you could. the obscene sounds of your coupling filled the small cove, and it only made you wetter. lo’ak could feel it, could feel you dripping down his cock, coating his thighs, and it drove him wild.

he reached beside you, his hand finding the stolen loincloth, and he pressed it against his face as he continued to thrust. the concentrated scent of you from the fabric combined with your real scent surrounding him, the feel of you clenching around his cock, it was almost too much, overwhelming his senses in the best possible way.

"so good," he groaned into the fabric, his eyes rolling back. "you smell so fucking good, feel so good. can’t get enough of you."

his pace increased, becoming more frantic, more desperate. the hand not holding the loincloth slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. he wanted you to come again, needed to feel you fall apart around his cock.

"lo'ak," you moaned, your back arching. "oh fuck, i’m gonna-"

"do it," he commanded, his voice muffled by the fabric but no less authoritative. "come on my cock. want to feel you squeeze me."

he thrust harder, faster, his thumb working your clit relentlessly, and then you were coming, crying out his name as your orgasm crashed through you. your walls clenched around him rhythmically, pulsing, and the sensation combined with your scent overwhelming his senses pushed lo'ak over the edge.

he came with a guttural moan, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled inside you, filling you with his cum. the loincloth was still pressed against his face, and he breathed in your scent through the waves of pleasure, letting it prolong his orgasm until he was shaking with it.

his thrusts became slower, gentler, working you both through the aftershocks until finally he stilled, buried deep inside you, both of you trembling and gasping for breath.

after, lo'ak collapsed beside you, the stolen loincloth still clutched loosely in his hand before he finally let it drop. his breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat cooling on his skin. the post-orgasm haze settled over both of you, that delicious moment of complete satisfaction and exhaustion.

"so," he said finally, his voice rough, a hint of his earlier nervousness creeping back. "are you going to tell everyone i’m some kind of creepy pervert?"

you laughed, a soft sound that made him glance over. "hardly. that was.. definitely not something i’m going to complain about."

lo'ak's ears twitched, a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment. "you’re not mad? about the... you know.. loincloth?"

"next time," you said, your fingers trailing down his chest, "just ask."

"next time?" the word came out hopeful, vulnerable.

your smile was dangerous. "oh, definitely. i want to know exactly what goes on in that head of yours. all those fantasies you've been having."

lo’ak’s cock twitched, already showing interest. you noticed, of course. your hand dropped lower, fingers tracing him deliberately.

"already?" you teased.

"eywa help me," lo’ak muttered. "i’m definitely fucked.

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