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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.

༻༺

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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Once discarding both of your loincloths, he lifts one of your legs up to curl over his shoulder, yellow eyes piercing down at you while blindly reaching down between your bodies. His gaze keeps you locked in some sort of trance, despite how badly you want to look down and watch his hand stroke his cock, hearing the filthy sound of his precum slick up his whole length. The muscles in his neck strain and twitch under his comms, flushing a darker shade of blue the longer he watches you sprawled out beneath him as he jacks himself off.

You make a soft whine, and it shatters Lo'ak's restraint, guiding his tip down your arousal and to eventually catch against your entrance, his hips moving forward until his cock begins to push into your hole.

The anticipation that once filled the air is cut off by a small gust of wind, a queefing sound when Lo'ak's dick slowly stretches its way inside you. What would've normally caused you to tense up and groan has you laughing under your breath.

Your laughter affects Lo'ak in many ways. He giggles faintly before it's cut off by the way you clench around the base of his cock, his nose scrunching into a small snarl as he bows his head to press against your collar, "Shut up."

"You laughed too, skxawng!" You exclaim with a playful scoff.

"I was trying to go slow to avoid that."

"Forget it. Just keep going." You wiggle your hips with encouragement, biting your lip as you watch his abdominal muscles flex in response. With the two of you still being newly mated, much of your relationship, including intimacy, has become a fun game of trial and error, always messy, but always perfect in its own way.

Lo'ak bites back a groan as he continues pushing forward, sighing in relief when your hips kiss and he's buried all the way inside your tight walls, the warmth welcoming him in.

He starts with small, shallow thrusts, his eyes peering back up at your face, "How's this?"

You wiggle and breathe shakily between each roll of his hips, your brow ridge scrunched together, "A little higher."

He understands your meaning, angling his hips to thrust more up instead of down, pulling your legs and ass up to rest on his thighs instead of the ground. His ears twitch as your breath hitches in your throat, "Good?"

"Mmm, good," your voice immediately changes to something more strained, finding yourself gasping each time Lo'ak dives back in and hits just the right spot that has your toes curling in the air.

Your eyes flutter shut, lips parted around each moan, "Yes, real good. Oh, Eywa--"

"Careful," he kisses down the side of your face until he reaches your ear, "You're going to wake the others."

You whine, your ears briefly focusing on any sounds that might be coming from the village only a few yards away, "But I want you to talk to me. I love your voice."

"Yeah?" His teeth appear as amusement forms in a small smirk, pointedly snapping his hips forward a little harder than before, just to hear you mewl from the pressure, "What else do you like, sevin?"

You bite back another sound as he keeps up the rough pace, rolling your lips while you try coming up with words, "Your fingers."

His cock hits your soft spot, twitching inside you in response. You moan and tilt your head back, encouraged to talk more, "Yes... all of them. They can reach deep inside me more than my own. I love your brows. I love how they capture whatever emotion you are feeling."

You look back up at him, not disappointed when you find the look he gives you, like he's in pain or desperate for release. You reach up to kiss him, gently taking his bottom lip between your teeth, "Like now. I love how you look when you are inside me."

Lo'ak's hips stutter, ears pinning back against his skill as a whimper escapes him, "Shit--"

"Language." You giggle, only to regret it when he thrusts a bit harder, letting you feel a small burn of friction between your legs.

"Do you want me to talk or not?" He growls playfully into your ear, groaning as you squeeze his cock, "I can feel how much you like it when I curse."

"It's the sounds you make." You correct breathlessly.

"You like them, huh?" It's not exactly ego that envelopes him, but Lo'ak definitely receives a spike of arousal when you talk about how much you love everything about him that's normally considered alien. Love and desperation overwhelm him whenever he's reminded that you're his mate and you love every part of him.

"You like how wrecked I am for you," he growls softly into your ear as his pace gradually begins to pick up, encouraged by your sounds, "when I can't control the sounds I make when you're squeezing me so tight. I bet I can make you cum just from making these sounds. I bet I wouldn't even have to touch you--"

"Lo'ak," your pleasure is briefly pushed back by the ache in your thigh, causing the muscles to spasm while your expression flashes with discomfort, "My leg is hurting."

You tap on his shoulder that's currently holding up your leg in question. Lo'ak abandons his ramblings while slowly lowering your leg from his shoulder, only just realizing he had been practically folding you in half in his growing excitement and deep thrusts.

"I got you, baby." He whispers as he lowers your leg to the ground, squeezing and massaging your thigh beneath his strong hand while driving back inside your tight hole, "Better?"

You answer with soft whines, growing boneless beneath his skilled hand while his cock sends wave after wave of heat through you every time it hits your soft spot, building your pleasure back up in no time.

He grins and leans back down, teeth grazing down your neck, "That's it, baby. Gonna make you cum like this."

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MASTERLIST

After this realization, Lo‘ak doesn’t know how exactly things had escalated so quickly. When he’d pushed that pillow down and away from his face, started rubbing his aching cock against it while he whimpered your name.

Truthfully, he felt like a pervert. He was disgusting and shameful and the great mother should curse him for doing such unspeakable acts, but by eywa did it feel good. He could not stop himself, even if he wanted to.

The fabric was rough against his length, wet with pre-cum that had soaked it nearly see-through. His hips were restlessly thrusting and bucking as he pressed himself harder against it, whimpering your name as more of your scent came through with his rapid movements.

If he closed his eyes hard enough, he could imagine you laying beneath him and not just your lifeless pillow. His cock throbbed hard at the thought, pink tip oozing more pre as his hips twitched and his humping turned more desperate.

Lo‘aks face was half pressed against your mattress, drool running freely from his parted lips as he moaned and whined and cried out your name, whimpered curses and prayers and pleas. When he came it was messy, his cum soaking the fabric and smearing between the pillow and his body, warm and sticky and gross. But it felt so good, it took him entirely too long to get his hips to stop their thrusting. Too long before it was painful and he shuddered with how overstimulated he’d become. His cock felt raw and sensitive, drenched in cum and sweat and fuck, he was growing hard again, wasn’t he?

With a sigh, Lo‘ak managed to roll onto his back, the pillow now abandoned as he shivered with the afterglow of his orgasm. His cock was already hard and leaking, twitching against his lower abdomen as if begging for more stimulation. But it had been so intense, all he could muster was a lazy hand around his base, stroking once, twice, his toes curling and his back arching. His mind was so clouded with lust, his thoughts filled with images of you, that he hadn’t even realized that someone had been standing at the door, watching him.

"Enjoying yourself?"

You were supposed to be collecting samples with Norm. That was it.

A routine patrol through the deeper forest, just outside the usual perimeter. But something in the air was off. Thick. Sweet. You’d asked if he smelled it too. He didn’t. Probably because he was wearing that stupid mask with the filters you’d left behind at the river.

By the time Neteyam and Lo’ak found you, crouched near the glowing pink bulb of a rare flower, the scent had already started sinking into your skin. Something cloying and warm. Your chest felt hot. Throat dry. Every shift of your body made your skin too aware of itself.

“Y/N,” Neteyam said, brows furrowed as he dropped beside you. “You look sweaty. Are you alright?”

You opened your mouth. Nothing useful came out.

Lo’ak stood behind him, arms crossed, tail twitching. “Smells weird here. You smell weird.”

It wasn’t meant to come out like that. But you did. Too warm, your body tingling in places it shouldn’t. Like your thighs, like your nipples. Your breath kept hitching every time Neteyam spoke, every time Lo’ak looked at you like that.

Then Lo’ak coughed. Choked. “What the fuck—” He doubled over for a second, and Neteyam turned to him, alarmed.

“You okay?”

“I—my head’s buzzing. Shit, what is this?” Lo’ak grunted, voice tight, jaw clenched. He rubbed at his neck.

Then Neteyam stiffened, blinking rapidly, and a shaky breath escaped him. “Something’s wrong. We need to go. Now.”

But none of you moved.

Because now Neteyam’s hand, the one that had touched the flower’s petal when he pulled you away, was trembling. His pupils had dilated, his chest rising and falling faster, harder. You caught the subtle jerk of his hips as he shifted in place, and the way his breath hitched when his thigh brushed yours.

Lo’ak was already panting, jaw clenched like he was fighting something crawling under his skin.

You stared at them. They stared at you.

All three of you realized it at once.

Sex pollen.

Lo’ak cursed under his breath. “This is so fucked—”

“We leave. Now,” Neteyam growled, though he didn’t move. Couldn’t.

But the air was thick, alive. You could practically feel it licking at your skin. Your thighs clenched. You whimpered,barely, and both brothers turned their heads at once.

You weren’t imagining it. Their nostrils flared.

Neteyam’s voice was strangled. “Y/N. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” you whispered, but your voice shook. You could feel your nipples pressing through the thin fabric, and Lo’ak’s eyes were locked there. His lips parted.

“I’m not—I’m not trying to,” you breathed, pressing your thighs together. “It’s just—oh my god—” You whimpered again, biting your bottom lip, and Neteyam growled.

“Stop,” he snapped. “You’re making it worse.”

You looked at him. His hands were fisted at his sides. But the outline beneath his tewng was impossible to ignore. And Lo’ak wasn’t any better, pacing, agitated, eyes burning.

“This is not right,” Neteyam hissed, backing away from you like you were fire.

But Lo’ak stepped closer. His voice was thick. “I think we passed that line a while ago, bro.”

“Lo’ak,” Neteyam warned, chest heaving.

“She needs help,” Lo’ak said, eyes not leaving yours. “She’s shaking.”

You were. The heat had crawled lower now, deep in your core, and you hated how much you wanted it, wanted them.

Neteyam looked at you then. His breath stuttered. “You want it?”

You couldn’t speak. Just nodded, desperate.

He closed his eyes. And when he opened them again, the fight was gone.

Lo’ak moved first. Fast. His hands were on your hips, lips crashing into yours with bruising heat, tongue greedy and needy, like he was starving. You moaned into him, arms wrapping around his neck as you ground against his thigh.

Neteyam came behind you, hand sliding around your throat, tilting your head back. He kissed the side of your neck, then bit, sharp and claiming. You cried out, pinned between them, completely caged.

Lo’ak broke the kiss only to tear at your top, yanking it over your head. Your bare chest met cool air and hungry stares.

“Fuck,” Lo’ak hissed, palming one breast, tongue immediately latching to the other. His mouth was hot, wet, and suckling too hard. It made your knees buckle.

Neteyam held you steady, one hand slipping down your stomach, under the waistband of your loincloth. His fingers met slick heat. He growled, voice rough against your ear. “So wet already?”

You nodded frantically, whimpering.

He sank two fingers into you. You choked on a gasp, hips jerking. Lo’ak’s mouth left your breast with a lewd pop.

“She’s clenching,” Neteyam groaned, thrusting his fingers slow and deep. “She’s gonna break.”

“I wanna taste her,” Lo’ak said, voice hoarse.

You gasped when Neteyam’s hand left you. “Get on the moss. On your back,” he ordered, tone sharp.

You obeyed, trembling, laying down as Lo’ak knelt between your legs. His eyes were blown wide. Tongue dragging slowly up your inner thigh before he dove in.

You screamed.

He was sloppy, messy, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough. His tongue slid inside you, then back to your clit, flicking relentlessly. Your back arched, and your moans turned to cries.

Neteyam was kneeling near your head, his cock already out and painfully hard. You looked up at him with glassy eyes, reaching up to wrap your hand around him.

His whole body jolted. “Y/N…”

You leaned up, licking the underside, then wrapped your lips around him. His groan was broken, head tipping back.

Lo’ak moaned against you. “She tastes so fucking good.”

You sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks, while your thighs began to quake.

Neteyam pulled back suddenly. “Stop. Or I’ll finish in your mouth.”

You pouted up at him, dazed. “Then fuck me.”

Lo’ak growled in agreement. “I made her ready. I go first.”

Neteyam glared. “Like hell you do.”

But Lo’ak was already lining himself up, thick and pulsing against your entrance. “Don’t care. Can’t wait.”

He thrust in.

You gasped, body arching, nails digging into the moss. He was big. Too big. But the stretch was addictive, burning and perfect.

Neteyam watched, fists clenched, his cock twitching as Lo’ak started pounding into you, fast, deep, each thrust jarring your whole body.

Your voice cracked as you moaned, “Harder—Lo’ak, please—”

He growled something primal, gripping your hips as he obeyed. The sound of skin on skin filled the air, wet and loud.

Neteyam knelt beside you, stroking himself, eyes devouring the sight of you being ruined .

Then Lo’ak cried out, burying himself deep as he came. His whole body jerked, and your walls fluttered around him.

He barely pulled out before Neteyam was dragging your body onto his lap.

“My turn,” he snarled.

You were already too sensitive. But when Neteyam pushed inside, slow and deliberate, you saw stars. He was thicker, slower, more in control, but just barely.

He fucked you deep, precise, kissing your throat, murmuring things in your ear, how good you felt, how tight, how he could feel Lo’ak’s cum still dripping out of you.

You moaned so loudly it echoed.

He fucked you until your legs gave out. Until your head lolled and all you could do was cling.

Then he whispered, “Gonna fill you up, too. Gonna knot you with mine. So full, yawne…”

You came again, body convulsing. Neteyam grunted and spilled inside you, thrusting slow and deep, riding it out.

You didn’t even notice Lo’ak behind you again, hard already.

He growled, “One more round.”

You whimpered, helpless, as they flipped you over. Neteyam beneath you now, Lo’ak behind.

Lo’ak pushed in, groaning, while Neteyam sucked your nipples, fingers tight on your waist.

Two cocks. One wrecked body.

The heat never faded.

You didn’t want it to.

jake’s hand is heavy on the back of your neck, his thumb tracing the line where your hair meets your skin while he watches you struggle. being with an na’vi is a lesson in scale; his cock feels like a literal wall against your front, and even with you draped over his lap, you feel small, swallowed up by the sheer mass of him. the bioluminescent freckles on his cheeks glow a soft, steady blue in the dim light of the shack, contrasting with the flush on your own face.

"easy," he rumbles, his voice a low vibration that you feel in your marrow more than you hear in your ears. "you're getting ahead of yourself again."

his hands move to your waist, his long, thick fingers nearly meeting around your middle. he lifts you just a few inches, enough to break the rhythm you were trying to find, before settling you back down with agonizing slowness. his girth is a blunt, stretching pressure that leaves you breathless, making your vision swim as he fills you to the absolute limit. you can't help the way your fingers dig into his shoulders, your nails scratching against the tough, blue skin as you try to pull him closer.

jake lets out a huff of a laugh, a sound that's more growl than anything else, and hooks a finger under your chin to tilt your head back. your eyes are wet, hazy with a need that’s starting to feel like a physical ache. when he pushes a thumb into your mouth, you suck on it greedily, your jaw trembling from the strain of trying to stay quiet.

"that's it," he mutters, his eyes dark and fixed on your mouth. "just take it. i got you."

he starts to move his hips then, a shallow, grinding tilt that keeps the friction centered right where you're the most sensitive. it’s a slow, deliberate torture, and every time you try to buck against him to find a deeper angle, he just holds you firmer, making sure you feel every single ridge of him until you're nothing but a shaking, sobbing mess in his arms.

jake’s teeth graze the shell of your ear, his breath hot and smelling like the forest air outside. the slow, shallow grinding of his hips shifts into something more purposeful, more rhythmic. he isn't letting you go deep yet, just dragging the broad head of his cock against that one specific spot until your toes curl and you're whining into his thumb.

"you want it, don't you?" he asks, his voice dropping into a rough, jagged whisper. "say it. tell me what you need, baby."

you can barely get the words out. your head is lolling back, throat bared to him as you choke on a sob. "please, jake... i can't— just give it to me."

he doesn't wait for you to ask twice. his other hand slides from your waist down to your ass, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh there as he pulls you down hard. he meets you with a sharp, upward thrust that bottoms out deep inside you, hitting your cervix with a force that turns your world white. you let out a muffled scream against his hand, your body going rigid as the first wave of your orgasm hits, squeezing him so tight he groans, his forehead dropping against your shoulder.

"there you go," he pants, his pace turning fast and dirty now that you've broken. "take all of it. that's my girl."

he doesn't stop just because you've climaxed. he keeps driving into you, his massive frame shaking with the effort of holding back his own release while he watches you come apart. the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet, messy friction of your arousal fills the small space, drowning out the sounds of the pandoran night.

jake's grip on you becomes bruising, his breathing turning into harsh, animalistic huffs. he tilts you back, his eyes locked on yours as he delivers three more heavy, soul-crushing thrusts before he finally stiffens, his own release hitting him with a violence that makes his tail lash behind him. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his weight sinking into you as he fills you with a hot, pulsing heat that seems to go on forever.

jake’s breathing is a series of jagged, heavy rasps against your skin as he keeps you pinned to his lap. he doesn’t pull out; instead, he stays buried deep, his hands still clamped onto your hips to keep your body sealed against his. you can feel the rhythmic, heavy pulses of him emptying into you, a thick, hot overflow that makes you feel stretched and heavy in a way that’s almost overwhelming.

"don't move," he grunts, his voice thick with the aftershocks of his own peak. "stay right there. i want you to keep every bit of it."

you're still coming down, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. the sensation of him filling you up leaves you feeling dizzy. he finally lifts his head, his pupils blown so wide they almost swallow the yellow of his iris. he looks at you with a raw, possessive heat, his hand moving up to brush a stray, sweat-soaked hair from your forehead.

"look at that," he murmurs, a ghost of a smirk pulling at his mouth as he watches the slight tremor in your legs. "good girl. took it all just like you were told."

slowly, he begins to ease back, and you let out a soft, broken sound at the loss of the pressure. the mess of it is immediate, a warm, slick slide of him and your own arousal coating your thighs and the blue skin of his lap. he doesn't seem to mind the mess; if anything, he looks satisfied, reaching down to smear a bit of the excess over your hip like he's branding you.

jake pulls you back against his chest, wrapping his massive arms around you and tucking your head under his chin. the frantic energy of the shack has settled into a lull. he doesn't say much else, just starts a slow, grounding rub along your spine, his tail curling loosely around your ankle.

"get some sleep," he whispers, his voice finally softening. "i'm not going anywhere."

His deep voice got you to look up at him, making you smile like you always did when he came back. “Oh, you’re back. How was the hunt?”

He did not answer right away. Instead he dropped his bow and walked to you, leaning in without thinking.

The scent was coming straight from your neck. It was sweet but addictive, something in it just made his tail curl behind him.

You tilted your head, giving him more access to your neck, but you were a little confused. “You okay?”

He breathed in deeper, almost pressing his nose against the side of your neck. “This scent… did you make this today?”

You laughed and shook your head. “No, I wasn’t making anything new. The other perfumers told me to test this one when I’m alone. They said it might be too strong for normal days. Do you not like it?”

Neteyam stayed still, breathing you in. His right hand rested on the counter, while his left gently gripped your waist, keeping you in place.

“It’s… really good. Too good.” He pulled back to look at your back properly. “You smell… really dangerous right now, y/n...”

You felt your cheeks warm up fast. He had never said anything like that before. “Dangerous? It’s just a perfume, skxawng.”

He turned you around, now you’re facing him as both his arms trapped you with the counter. “I have smelled all your creations, this is not your style. What did they put in it?”

You shrugged, trying to ignore how fast your heart was beating by his presence. “Some night blooming flowers, i think. A little musk from the forest, and something sweet they wouldn’t tell me the name of.”

Neteyam nodded but his eyes kept drifting back to your neck. “It suits you.”

You swallowed hard. The two of you had been best friends for years. He helped you test every scent, carried heavy baskets for you, and always gave the most honest feedback for your scents. But right now he was looking at you in a way that made your stomach flutter.

You nudged him like you always did. “C’mon, you’re just exhausted from the hunt. Go wash up before you start saying… weird things.”

He did not move though, instead leaned in again, nose brushing just under your ear. “I’m not that tired...” he whispered to your ear.

The air between you felt thicker now. You bit your lip knowing you had liked him for a long time, way longer than you would ever admit. I mean, how could you not, right? He was strong, respectful, kind, and always there for you.

But he was Neteyam, Toruk Makto’s first son, a mighty warrior, your best friend.

You were lucky enough to be even called his best friend.

“Neteyam…” you whimepred.

”Should I stop?”

You did not say stop. Instead you stayed quiet, cheeks burning hotter as he searched your face.

He moved first. His hand came up to cup your jaw gently, “May I?”

You gave a shy nod as he leaned in and kissed you. The kiss started slowly but quickly turned deeper. You kissed him back, heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

He moved closer, his body brushing against yours, making you gasp. Taking the moment, he deepened the kiss, when his tongue touched yours, you couldn’t help but let out a moan against his mouth.

You pulled away, putting your hands on his chest and the other on his biceps, breathing fast and blushing hard. “We… What are we doing?”

Neteyam rested his forehead against yours, chuckling. “that was better than any fantasy i’ve ever had.”

You laughed nervously befoee looking away. “Stop lying. You never said anything.”

He smiled a little, thumb brushing your cheek. “Because I didnt wanna ruin what we have. But this scent… I’m sorry... it’s making it very hard to hold back right now.”

You bit your lip, trying to calm your racing thoughts. You glanced at him, whose eyes shut tight, before your gaze drifted below to notice the bump beneath his loincloth.

Oh...

He lifted his face and kissed you again, harder this time. Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders as the kiss grew messy and needy.

You had dreamed about this more times than you could count, but feeling it for real was completely different.

When you broke apart again you were both breathing heavily. “Neteyam wait,” you said, voice shaky. “Are you sure? This isn’t the perfume talking?”

He shook his head and looked straight into your eyes. “The scent made me stop pretending.”

“Really now?”

“Trust me, baby, I have more to thank than just this perfume for making me act this way.”

Your chest felt tight at his words. You pulled his jaw back into another kiss, this one deeper and more desperate.

His hands moved to your waist, holding you closer. You could feel how hard he already was against your thigh. He lifted you suddenly, strong arms wrapping around your legs. Your back hit the wall of the kelku gently.

Neteyam pressed against you, mouth back on your neck as he breathed in that addictive scent again. “Fuck... you smell so good right here…” he groaned, lips brushing your skin before he started sucking.

You whimpered, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. He ground his clothed cock against your covered pussy. The friction made you moan into his shoulder.

“Neteyam… it feels…”

He kept grinding, one hand holding your ass while the other braced against the wall. “Tell me what you feel. I need to hear it.”

You gasped as he rolled his hips again. “It feels really good. Don’t stop.”

He marked your neck more, leaving small bruises while he kept rubbing against you. Your hands tangled in his braids, pulling every time pleasure shot through you.

It wasn’t helping knowing there was only fabric blocking you from the pleasure, but even then, it was enough to get you riled up.

Neteyam pulled back to look at you, eyes full of heat. “Is this okay?”

You nodded fast, cheeks flushed and breathing ragged. “It’s okay… please.”

He kissed you hard again, grinding slower but deeper against you. The conversation stopped for a moment as you both got lost in the feeling. Your fingers traced his chest, feeling how fast his heart was beating.

“Tell me what you like,” he whispered against your lips. “I wanna make you feel good.”

You bit your lip while whimpering. “I... like when you keep… kissing my neck like that. And keep m-moving like this.”

He did exactly what you asked, mouth back on your neck while his hips rolled against you. The friction on your clit through the thin loincloths was driving you crazy. You could feel how wet you already were.

Neteyam groaned against your skin. “You’re so warm already. May I take this off?” His fingers tugged at your top.

You nodded, lifting your arms so he could pull it away. He stared at your bare chest for a second before leaning down to kiss between your breasts.

You moaned louder, back arching off the wall. “Neteyam…”

He looked up at you. “So beautiful, baby…” His words made your heart flutter even more than the pleasure.

He kept kissing lower, mouth closing around one nipple while his finger played with the other. You held his head there, hips still grinding against him desperately.

The intimacy between friends was still there in the way he checked your face every few seconds, making sure you were okay and you wanted this, too.

After a while he pulled back and carried you toward your sleeping mat. He laid you down gently, hovering over you. “Still okay?”

You reached up and pulled him down for another kiss. “More than okay. I can take you, Neteyam. Hurry.”

He grinned against your lips. “Yeah? You can?” His hand slid between your legs, fingers brushing over your soaked loincloth. “You’re really wet, yknow?”

You blushed harder and tried to hide your face. He chuckled and pulled your hands away. “Do not hide. I love seeing you like this.”

He kissed you again as his fingers pushed the cloth aside and touched you directly. The slow build continued as he explored you with his fingers, learning what made you moan the loudest.

You returned the favor, stroking him through his loincloth until he was panting into your mouth. He kissed you like he had been holding back for years, technically speaking, he is.

His hand moved to your wrist that was teasing him, gently pinning it beside your head before he kissed you again. you kissed him back just as eagerly, soft whimpers slipping out each time he sucked on your bottom lip.

Neteyam groaned and buried his face in your neck again, inhaling that addictive scent while grinding his tewng against your pussy.

“Fuck… so good,” he groaned against your skin. He started kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving marks while his clothed tip rolled into you. You whimpered loudly, hands gripping his shoulders as heat rushed through your body.

“Please...”

As he inhaled your neck, he untied his loincloth to free his ccock that was hard and throbbing, the tip already leaking, and pulled one of your legs around him, pressing you closer so he could rub against you.

Your whimpers cut off when he ground against you harder, his cock rubbing right against your clit. Both of you moaned at the same time.

He lifted his head and looked down at where the two of you were caught in the moment, breathing heavily, a purple flush spreading across his cheeks from the heat and adrenaline. “It feels really good, baby…”

His voice was deep and rough. You blushed even deeper, so turned on by how desperate he looked and sounded for you.

You pulled him back into a messy kiss, tongues sliding together as he kept grinding into you. Your puszy was already getting wet from how good it felt.

His hand squeezed your ass, his hips never slowed down. He kissed you harder, one hand sliding between your bodies to find your slick folds and rub your clit in slow circles.

You moaned into his mouth, thighs trembling around him. He groaned at how wet you were. “All this for me?” You nodded, hips moving against his fingers as he kept teasing you.

He stopped teasing you with his fingers and moved down your body, slowly kissing from your neck to your collarbone, then lower, tracing his way with lingering kisses as he continued downward. your legs were lifted against him, resting near his shoulders as he stayed close to where your body ached for him.

You watched him closely as he, throughout, kept eye contact with you. he was humming between your legs and smelling your scent; even from a distance, near your neck, he could still smell the lingering sweetness of it, as if it was guiding him to your pussy.

“Stop teasing and just...”

you pouted your lips as he wouldn’t even give you the pleasure yet he was so close, but still keeping it just out of reach. He chuckled between your legs, marking every side of your thighs. “let me take my time, baby.”

You looked away from the scene and let your head hit the soft mat, playing with his braids as he marked his way down your body, making sure every one of the elders would get the message that the scent had successfully captured his attention.

“mhm…” you hummed as his other hand lifted to play with your nipples, making sure you weren’t left wanting as he took his time, greedily marking your thighs.

You wanted to rub your thighs together from the way his fingers gently played with you, it was as if he already knew exactly how to get to you.

He could see your pussy glistening with wetness, making him grin before he looked up at your expression and pressed a kiss against your clit, making you jolt.

“N-Neteyam, it—” you couldn’t catch your breath as he licked and circled around your pussy, your grip tightening in his hair.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you didn’t even realize you were basically humping onto his face as he helped you reach your pleasure.

He chuckled against your pussy as he witnessed you getting caught in the pleasure, the vibration of his mouth against you making you moan.

“You like that?”

You couldn’t even form full sentences or put your words together as the pleasure really got to you. The way he knew how to move his tongue, with his fingers adding to your pleasure as well, was overwhelmingly good.

You sat up from lying down, using your elbow to guide his head even deeper between your legs. “keep doing that, neteyam...”

“you taste so good, girl… makin’ me wonder if someone else is lucky enough to have this.”

“no… just you.” your voice trailed off; you couldn’t really find it in you to speak further, unable to trust your voice to say the right things.

he hummed, and you could feel every swift movement of his tongue on your body, and it wasn’t helping you at all. “’teyam, i can feel something—”

He stopped licking you, making you whine, and you let yourself fall back onto the futon, pulled away from the rushed pleasure but it left you feeling deprived.

Neteyam chuckled at your reaction. “i apologize, baby. i wanna do something else…” he mumbled.

He went back to your neck once again, sniffing your scent, while your legs wrapped around his hips as he connected your lips together. “What is it?” You whispered.

“i’m sorry, y/n. I just feel… disgusted with myself.” he pulled away from kissing you, looking down at your trembling body.

He could hear your heartbeat dancing in rhythm with his. you cupped his cheeks. “don’t be… if you are… then i should be with myself as well, right?”

“no, baby,” his hand rubbed yours as it caressed his cheeks. “it’s just… i wanna do a lot. i wanna do something that— i shouldn’t even be doing. i shouldn’t even be thinking about doing. to you… it’s really… inappropriate of me. i can’t help it.”

“neteyam, if you’re thinking about… inappropriate things, as you say, then wouldn’t you find me disgusting too? i’m pretty sure you’d be surprised by how my mind is functioning right now…” you bit your lip, unable to let any more words out. it felt like every sentence you held back only exposed your vulnerability and desperation further.

“Tell me please... I wanna know what you’re thinking of.”

You let your hands travel to his hair before pulling him down to kiss his lips, then you licked along his jaw. “want you to… put it in…”

“damn it, baby…” he muttered, taking hold of his cock slowly, giving it a stroke before rubbing it against your wet pussy, coating himself in your slick. “tell me more.”

“I… please. i’m begging you, just put it in…” you cried out, making him grin at your desperation, matching his internal urge, almost screaming need for something to wrap around his cock other than his big palm.

“I will, baby.” he gave you a kiss before slowly pushing the head inside. you gasped at the stretch, nails digging into his shoulders.

He went slow, letting you adjust while kissing your neck again, breathing in that scent. “So tight… you feel perfect around it…”

Once he was fully inside, he started thrusting.

“relax for me, please,” he groaned next to your ear. You could only hold onto him and moan in response as the pleasure hit you quite hard. “S-Sorry...”

Neteyam just kissed your apologies away and fucked you good, one hand supporting himself while the other gripped your thigh. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted you like this,” he confessed between thrusts.

You kissed him again, messy and desperate as he picked up speed. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the kelku along with your moans.

He felt so good inside you, thick and hot, hitting the perfect spot every time. “You’re doing so well for me. If only you could see how beautiful you look right now...”

His continuous praises for you only made you squeeze around his cock and moan uncontrollably, the way his hips slapped against yours driving you further.

“Don’t move, baby,” he suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the loss. But he quickly lifted your hips, placing a soft fabric pillow beneath them so they rested comfortably, before climbing on top of you, spreading your legs wide and sliding back inside in one smooth thrust.

This time he fucked you harder, eyes locked on your face, the position let him go deep with every roll of his hips while also watching you make pleased faces. “Talk to me, please... Wanna hear your voice.”

You did as he asked, cheeks burning as he pounded into you. Your hands roamed his chest, nails scratching against his biceps every time he hit your sweet spot. “N-Neteyam… you feel— oh, you’re so big…”

The scent on your skin kept driving him crazy. He buried his face in your neck again, licking and sucking marks while his hips snapped against yours.

“It’s big, baby?”

“Y-yes... it is...”

“You can handle it, right?”

You were getting close already, your walls clenching around him, you just kept nodding. His thrusts were halting as he was unable to keep himself steady with how your pussy was clamping around his cock, and the way he was groaning and moaning loudly without hesitation next to your ear was making you feel wetter than you already were.

Making the strongest warrior within your age group moan this loudly, you felt giddy but embarrassed as well knowing somebody could have walked in near your kelku or walked in on you two doing the deed, but you couldn’t care less.

“Let go, baby... I’ll hold you.”

“Neteyam… I’m gonna—”

Your words turned into a loud moan as you came hard, thighs shaking around his waist. He groaned at the feeling of you squeezing him and kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release.

A few moments later he pulled out and spilled across your stomach, thick ropes of cum painting your blue skin.

“…why didn’t you finish inside?”

He hesitated, cheeks burning. “Sorry… I remembered something my father warned me about. I’m not even sure if it applies to us. Also, I panicked.”

“Seriously?” you rolled your eyes before giggling along with him.

He breathed heavily, smacking his neck before his forehead pressed against yours. You both stayed quiet for a second, just catching your breath.

Then you bit your lip, still blushing. “So… Im guessing you really like the new scent?”

Neteyam chuckled and kissed you again, “I think I need you to wear it every day from now on,” he said, grinning against your lips.

“Skxawng… you were wild.”

You try to hide your interest the best you can by sneaking quick looks at their dancing from beneath your eyelashes, but you’re sure that it’s obvious to anyone who bothers to look that you’re simply fascinated. Their rituals are entirely foreign to you despite all the years you’ve spent living on Pandora — this is the very first time that you’ve been invited to the village at this time of year. The Na’vi are comfortable in their bodies and their sexualities, but that does not mean that they’re 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 you’re 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 Makto’s regard is enough to lower the hackles of most Omatikaya, and the rest of them simply ignore you when you’re around. It’s only the most curious of them that actually speak to you, and you’ve managed to build up a few tentative but mostly solid friendships within the village that you’re 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 you’re seated on.

“Um'ma!” 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. “You’re here!”

She’s almost the same size as you are but with all the strength and solid bones of the Na’vi, so her hug is more like a full body tackle.

“Hi, Tuk Tuk,” You say, a little winded from the impact of her hitting your chest. “Where’s your dad?”

“He’s coming,” Tuk says dismissively, pulling back to look at you properly. When she gets a proper look at what you’re wearing, her beaming smile grows even larger. “Oh, you look so much nicer than usual!”

You don’t 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 you’re wearing now are traditional for the Na’vi, sized down specially for you. The tewng is a little more revealing than you’d prefer, sitting high on your hips and revealing a wide expanse of your thighs, and the beaded top covers even less. You’re not even sure if it is a top – 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.

“Thanks.” You say, reaching out to run a hand affectionately over her braids.

She’s 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. 

You get caught up in her whispering, trying not to stare too long at the people she’s talking about. Your eyes have fallen on Ola’netu, 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. 

It’s not necessarily unusual for a Na’vi to go through several mating seasons without finding a mate – 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 Ola’netu’s 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.

That’s enough of a surprise that you find your eyes glued to Ola’netu where he stands watching the others dancing. He is tall, like all Na’vi, 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 you’re beginning to get used to, but that’s not what has caught your attention. No, what’s caught your attention is the knowledge that he might actually be interested in humans. 

It’s not unheard of — the Na’vi 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. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been fascinated with the idea ever since you heard the whispers, and now you find your eyes straying towards the subject of little Tuk’s gossiping.

“Mommy is annoyed with him,” Tuk confides, leaning into your side. “She says he is too interested in sky demons-”

A large hand lands on your back, the touch searing against the exposed skin, and then a deep voice speaks from behind you.

“What are you two gossiping about, hm?” 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. 

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 Na’vi.

“Nothing!” 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 Tuk’s credit she just smiles sweetly at him. 

“What’re you teaching my daughter, huh?” He asks, nudging at you playfully. “You’re gossiping like fishwives over here.”

You roll your eyes at that, relaxing into his side as his arm drapes lazily around your back. “Don’t listen to him, Tuk. Your daddy is the biggest gossip around.”

That makes Jake laugh, head tilting back as his hand curls around your shoulder. He doesn’t even argue, because he can’t – Jake loves being in other people’s business, and has spent many long lazy afternoons huddled up in the human outpost with you when he needs a break from his Olo’eyktan duties, whispering about the other scientists under the guise of checking in on how everyone is doing. 

You watch Jake turn to Tuk, your eyes tracing over his blue, alien features. Being Na’vi suits him, more than being human ever had. He’s taken to life with the Omatikaya like a duck to water, and it’s good to see him so strong and happy. However, that doesn’t mean that it’s not lonely for you a lot of the time. 

Jake has been your closest friend for many years, but things are different now – he’s older, for a start, and a father and Olo’eytkan 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 he’s just busy and doesn’t have the time for you. And though you understand that, you find yourself feeling melancholy about it often.

“Why don’t you go to your mother?” Jake murmurs, pressing gently at Tuk’s back.

“But I want to sit with um'ma for a little while longer.” 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 um’ma, for as long as you can remember. It’s like an affectionate name for mom, as far as you’re aware. You’ve always sort of assumed that it’s somewhat teasing. You know it’s not entirely unusual for Na’vi children to refer to older female figures in affectionate terms like that – the school children had called Grace sa’nok, a much more formal name.

“Another time.” Jake says, more firmly this time, and Tuk groans loudly in defeat before reluctantly skulking away.

Now that it’s 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.

“Look at you,” He crows quietly, his big golden eyes wandering down the length of your body as he takes in the traditional clothes you’re 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 it’s covering your nipples and sitting very still to ensure that it doesn’t slip. You’ve grown used to seeing the Omatikayan women wear their traditional clothing, but it is very different wearing it yourself, especially when you’re not used to feeling so exposed.

“I think I might look a little silly,” You confess, “But Kiri helped me with the clothes, and she was so excited about it.”

Jake hums, then reaches out to catch your hands and to pull them away from your clothes. “Quit messin’ with it, you look good.”

You grumble, but allow him to tug your hands away. Your cheeks are warm from embarrassment; Jake’s gaze is unexpectedly searing, and keeps dropping down over your chest and legs. It’s not a type of look you’re used to getting from him, and you don’t quite know how to react to it.

“My tits are like, fully out.” You mutter, looking away from his face and squinting back at the dancing figures around the fire. “I know no one cares, but I feel super exposed.”

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.

“Come here, then,” He wraps a big hand around your elbow and pulls you between his legs. “Now, no one’s looking at you.”

Jake has always been a touchy person, saying more with his calloused hands than he’s able to say with his words, and he’s always been physically affectionate. The fact that he’s 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 you’re 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. He’s so big where he looms over you from behind that you’re practically swallowed up by his size – 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 Jake’s 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. 

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 Jake’s arms – you so rarely get an opportunity to observe the Na’vi like this, so free and unrestrained.

Jake doesn’t seem to notice that your attention has strayed; he’s giving the dancing couples his own curious look. He is obviously curious about his people as Olo’eytkan, 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.

“So, you never told me what you and Tuk were gossiping about.” He says, nosey as ever. “You looked so invested in the conversation, must have been something important.”

You roll your eyes, curling into him further. The touchiness is nothing strange for the two of you; in fact, it’s normal enough that none of the Omatikaya so much as bat an eye at the way you’re practically perched in his lap. You’re 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.

“Why are you so incapable of minding your damn business?” You grumble, trying to shift around.

Jake’s chin comes to hook over your shoulder, his back curving as he pulls you tight against him. It’s 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 you’ve found yourself growing more and more touch-starved as time goes on. Having Jake all plastered up against your back is pleasant, and you can’t work up the strength to pull away from him.

“C’mon!” He crows in your ear, jostling you. “Tell me!”

“Ugh!” You reach around to shove at his face, but you already know that you’re going to crack under his questioning. “I just– Tuk was just telling me about some of the People, and who they were interested in for mating season.”

“Oh yeah?” Jake asks lazily, leaning his chin on your shoulder as his eyes dart around the large open area that’s been cleared for the festivities. “Anything interesting?”

“Um…” You pick at your fingers, glancing out at the dancing again. “She was telling me that… certain Omatikaya men were interested in humans. Men like Ola’netu.”

You can feel Jake stiffen from behind you, though you can’t actually see his face.

“Ola’netu?” He repeats, and his chin shifts against your shoulder as he turns to look out over the People.

Ola’netu 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 can’t help but wonder if Tuk is correct; if perhaps Ola’netu is not interested in the women who are seeking his attention because he is more interested in human women instead.

“Huh,” Jake says simply. He almost sounds as though he doesn’t care, but you know him too well. You can hear the edge of irritation in his voice. “Why would you be interested in that?”

“Oh, come on.” You grumble. “Why wouldn’t I be interested in that?”

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.

“I didn’t… think you were interested in other Na’vi men.” He says very slowly. His chin is still hooked over your shoulder, staring out at the group of hunters that Ola’netu is laughing with.

“I’ve been single for a long-ass time.” You say quietly, shrugging. “And the human guys back at the outpost are great, but there’s definitely nothing attractive about them, y’know? They’re kind of gross, most of the time.”

“Right,” Jake says vaguely, still squinting out at his people. “You sure you’re not just horny? When’s the last time you got some?”

You gasp, indignant, and turn in his hold to slap at his head. You have to reach high considering your height difference, but he doesn’t bother moving; knowing that he’s allowing your weak little slap rankles even more than if he had stopped you.

“Shut up!” 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. “I don’t… I mean, what if it’s not just fucking I’m interested in?”

“Oh?” Jake says absently; you can feel that he’s still looking out at the dancing.

“What if it’s mating I’m interested in?”

That finally gets you his full attention. Jake’s head whips away from the fireside to look at you instead. His eyes are so intense that it feels like he’s boring a hole in your head, and you purposefully avoid looking at him the best that you can.

“Mating.” He repeats, sounding distinctly thunderstruck. “Mating?”

“Yes,” You mumble, embarrassed and on edge. “It’s hardly a new concept for you. You have four kids-”

“I know what it is, smartass.” He snaps back immediately. It’s probably pure reflex based on all the bickering you do usually, because he softens immediately after. “But you're…" He trails off, visibly confused. "How do you know he’s looking for the same? Maybe he’s just a pervert. He might just want to fool around with a human, right?”

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 Na’vi mate for life – truthfully, you think that’s part of the appeal. The thought that maybe Ola’netu was only interested in fucking a human out of some sort of morbid curiosity hadn’t occurred to you, but now you feel a little silly.

You sigh, fiddling with one of the little beads on your chest accessory. “I dunno. I guess I just want someone to look after me, you know?”

For possibly the first time ever, you’ve managed to render Jake dumbstruck. He goes perfectly still behind you; even his hand is frozen across your belly. For a long moment, he doesn’t make a sound. You know he’s 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.

“I look after you,” He says at last, sounding confused. “Don’t I?”

You groan quietly, reaching up to scrub tiredly at your face. “God, Jake, come on. You know what I mean. Yes, you do, but… I don’t know, I’m 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.”

“But you're–” 

Whatever Jake’s protest was going to be is lost, because the two of you get distracted by the tall figure stepping towards you. It’s Neytiri, and for once she isn’t accompanied by the children. There’s 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 doesn’t 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 she’s 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. “What is it?”

“Nothing.” You say quickly, but your attempt at nonchalance is sabotaged when Jake interrupts you by saying, “Tuk told her that Ola’netu is interested in humans, and now she thinks that she might be interested in Na’vi men.”

“I was interested in Na’vi men before that!” You hiss, before your cheeks grow hot and you end up retreating back into Jake’s chest. That’s not necessarily something that you wanted to admit, but now you’ve earned Neytiri’s attention.

She’s frowning, looking a little confused. Just like Jake, she looks out across the fire towards the groups of dancing, laughing Na’vi. Ola’netu is still standing at the side of the congregation, smiling and nodding with his friends. He has no idea that the Olo’eyktan 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.

“Tawtute cannot make tsaheylu.” Neytiri frowns. “Why would he wish to mate with someone he cannot connect with?”

You cringe. She’s right, of course. Na’vi mating bonds are intimate on a level that a human could never experience, and it’s ridiculous of you to assume that a Na’vi 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 can’t see him properly, but you can guess that it’s chiding.

“Humans can form deep emotional and romantic bonds without tsaheylu.” Jake is quick to say, but you know it’s just a platitude. 

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 Na’vi do for their mates. It’s not that you had been thinking about it super seriously in any capacity, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t 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. 

They’re 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 you’re alone in your bunk late at night surrounded by the snoring of your fellow humans on all sides. It can’t 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 don’t even need words to communicate, and you doubt you’d be able to follow along with their wordless conversation if you tried.

“He is much larger than you, tawtute.” Neytiri points out with uncharacteristic caution. “He could hurt you.”

“Well, I wouldn’t jump straight into it,” You say hastily, shifting uncomfortably between Jake’s legs. His hand is still spread casually across your stomach, as though he’s forgotten it’s there, and you feel hyper-conscious of his touch now that the conversation has shifted like this. “All the other humans that have experimented sexually with Na’vi have worked their way up to it, y'know–?”

Unsurprisingly, that’s Jake’s cue to leap into the conversation again. “Whoa, wait a second, wait a second, who was experimenting with who—”

“This is what I mean!” You hiss, turning in your place to swat at his arm. “You’re such a whore for gossip, you’re not even listening to me properly-!”

“I am listening,” Jake says hastily, grabbing at your wrist. “But you can’t just drop that without explaining! You never told me about any human/Na’vi experimenting-”

“It wasn’t relevant, jackass!”

Neytiri ignores your bickering with all the ease of someone who is well acquainted with the dynamic of your relationship. She’s still watching the crowd of dancing Na’vi, her expression stern but thoughtful, and you’re reminded of what Tuk had said earlier; “Mommy is annoyed with him. She says he is too interested in sky demons-”.

“Let’s just forget about it!” You burst out, desperate to be done with this conversation. You’re beginning to worry that talking like this is going to change the way they look at you – make them judge you. “Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

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 Jake’s, but for some reason you feel as though she can see more. 

“This is your first time witnessing mating season,” Neytiri points out, slowly as though she has to think carefully about each word. “You are dressed as one of us.”

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. 

 “You need a release,” Neytiri murmurs, eyebrows drawing into a frown. “The other tawtute do not help you with this?”

“She’s not just talking about a release,” Jake grumbles. “She’s talking about mating.”

You hiss in aggravation. “Why is that so weird? I’m just sick of being alone!”

“But you’re not alone,” Jake says, leaning over your shoulder and pulling you back against his chest to make eye contact with you. “You have us. Sully's stick together, remember?”

He’s as annoyingly earnest as ever, and is still missing the point. You can’t blame him, not really – Jake’s 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. He’s 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. 

“Oh, shut up.” You grumble, but you allow yourself to lean on his chest to take the sting out of your tone. 

Neytiri shifts beside Jake, her expression still and thoughtful. To your horror, she continues the conversation – and it’s not as though you can tell Neytiri to shut up the same way you can tell Jake to.

“Sex is a means for bonding in mated pairs as well as outside of them,” She says. “It is not unusual for unmated Na’vi 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?”

Oh, how humiliating. You sink a little lower, hoping that you might disappear right into Jake’s chest.

“Yes.” You mumble, “Quite sure.”

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 don’t want to know what they think about this or what they have to say about your situation. If you’re lucky, they'll think you’re rather pathetic and feel vaguely sympathetic towards you. If you’re 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 he’ll 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. Ola’netu 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 there’s anyone sitting nearby that he might be smiling at instead. It’s possible that he was actually smiling at Jake, but both Jake and Neytiri are distracted with whatever almost silent conversation they’re 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. You’re a little bewildered, but you can’t ignore the sudden pulse of wild excitement that shoots through you. He’s looking at you. He’s looking and he’s possibly interested in humans, and does this mean something?

Tentatively, you smile back. It’s more a nervous quirk of the lips, but Ola’netu seems to take it as encouragement because he begins walking over towards you.

“Oh!” You blurt in a soft whisper, startled to see him approach. You press back into Jake’s chest automatically, peeking out from the cage of his big arms to watch as Ola’netu makes his way around the fire towards where you’re sitting.

Jake doesn’t 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 Ola’netu walking over, her eyes widen and she sits back in surprise to watch his approach.

Ola’netu walks with a swagger, with all the confidence of a warrior in his prime in the middle of mating season. It’s 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 Ola’netu when he comes to stand by the log.

“Ola’netu.” Jake greets him. There’s an edge to his voice that he doesn’t usually have when he talk to the people in the clan, and you can feel his muscles tense a little where he’s pressed against your back.

“Olo’eyktan,” Ola’netu greets, gesturing to Jake out of respect. His attention doesn’t stay on Jake for long though, because then his big yellow eyes swing towards you where you’re curled up between Jake’s thighs. “Tawtute. Will you dance?”

For a long moment, you’re frozen. Though you had been talking about human/Na’vi pairings only moments ago, it had felt hypothetical. There was a big difference between Ola’netu possibly being interested in humans, and him being interested in you, after all.

You can’t remember the last time you felt desired. You feel valued of course, thanks to your friends, but you haven’t actually felt like a sexual being in a long time. But now this big, strong Na’vi warrior is standing in front of you asking you to dance during mating season, after spending all evening turning down dances from beautiful Na’vi women.

“I don’t think–” Jake starts to say from above you, but you don’t let him finish.

“Yes!” You say quickly, wiggling your way out of Jake’s arms. He seems to forget to actually let go of you, which means you have to practically wrestle your way free. “Yes, I’d like to dance.”

Ola’netu 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 Ola’netu’s much larger one, and you don’t glance back once to see the expression on your friends’ faces.

The evening had gone better than you could have ever hoped for. 

Ola’netu 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 Ola’netu 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 Na’vi is often joyful and wild and unrestrained, but for mating season it’s slow and sensual in a way that had made your knees weak as Ola’netu 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. You’re slung over Jake’s back like a baby koala to save time, as Jake can move through the forest faster when you’re not stumbling over roots behind him – 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.

“Did you see when he was spinning me around by the waist?” You ask, leaning forward over Jake’s shoulder in an attempt to see his face.

Jake just grunts.

“He said my hair was pretty too,” You murmur, an absent-minded little smile growing on your face. “Do you think Tuk would braid some more beads in, if I asked?”

“Mhm.” Jake doesn’t sound as though he’s interested, but his big hand pats at your thigh where they’re wrapped around his waist to show he’s listening. “She would. You don’t need that, though.”

You’re too lost in your thoughts to reply, resting your head against Jake’s shoulder and daydreaming. It’s 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 it’s 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.

It’s late, yet the outpost is still buzzing with activity. The scientists stick to odd hours, often getting so absorbed in their work that they’re 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. It’s small, but it’s 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. You’re used to him man-handling you, considering how much larger he is, and so you don’t resist as he pulls you around to hold you against his chest before settling you back down to the floor.

“Maybe I’ll come back around the village tomorrow,” You say, turning on your heel to beam up at Jake. “Ola’netu said that there’ll be a sturmbeest hunt tomorrow, and there’ll be a celebration in the evening.”

Jake grumbles, stepping forward and sinking down onto your lumpy bed. It creaks dangerously under his weight; it’s comically small beneath his enormous frame, his long legs hanging off the mattress as his torso spreads out over the bed.

“You don’t need a reason to come to the village.” He mumbles, his mouth opening wide and his fangs flashing as he yawns. “Definitely not because Ola’netu invited you.”

You roll your eyes. “Why are you being bitter? Let me be happy about this.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then Jake rolls over onto his side to watch you. When he doesn’t speak immediately, you avert your gaze and turn your back to him. You’re still wearing the Na’vi clothes gifted to you by Kiri, and you’re beginning to feel significantly more exposed now in the privacy of your own room than you had when you had been surrounded by other Na’vi dressed similarly to you.

“You know,” Jake begins in a low drawl from behind you, “I didn’t even know you were looking at the Na’vi like that.”

“I’m not looking at anybody in any way.” You grumble, moving over to your dresser. You’re careful not to look back over at Jake on your bed, already flustered enough by the topic of conversation. “Will you look away? I’m about to change.”

Jake completely ignores you; you can feel his eyes boring into you as you rummage through your dresser looking for your pyjamas.

“You’re looking at the villagers like they’re people you want to fuck.”

“Jake,” You snap, growing irritated. “Quit it. You’re making this weird when it isn’t.”

“Oh yeah?” Jake’s voice grows amused, teasing, which is a little infuriating. You do your best to ignore him as you go rooting for a tank top. “What are these for, then?”

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 – it’s where you keep all your underwear, and there’s 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.

“Jake!” You shriek, jolting forward and reaching out to try and grab your underwear off him. “Oh my god, you big pervert!”

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 he’s 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.

“Oh, come on,” He’s laughing, big hand spread all across your chest to keep you away. “What’re you getting angry over? Can’t your best friend ask why you have sexy panties all hidden away?”

“The key word there is hidden!” You snap, mortified. “Why were you going through my underwear drawer, you absolute weirdo-”

When you slap at his chest, he simply loops one arm around your waist and hauls you up into his lap. Your irritation doesn’t faze him in the slightest; he just looks amused. 

“Maybe I was worried about you,” He says, finally allowing you to grab the lacy panties out of his hands in favour of pulling you closer to his chest. “Am I not allowed to be worried about my friend?”

“You’re not worried,” You snap, holding the red lace to your chest as he adjusts you on his lap. “You’re just making fun of me!”

Jake has always been touchy, but now that you’re sat in his lap in nothing but a Na’vi tewng and beaded chest accessory those touches feel heightened somehow – his hands are big and calloused and hot as he holds you still in his lap, his eyes watching you closely. It’s not so dissimilar to how you had been sitting earlier in the village, but this time you’re alone and in your room and he’s making fun of you over your panties.

“Nah,” Jake drawls, “I’m worried about you trying to take on more than you can handle. Are you even familiar with Na’vi anatomy?”

You nearly choke, flustered. “I-I’ve studied the People for years–”

Jake’s grin only widens and grows sharper, as though he’s scenting blood in the water. “Have you experienced it outside of a damn textbook, sweetheart?”

You falter. He knows the answer to that, yet he’s watching you closely as you fumble with the question. 

“No.” You say at last, fingers clenching around the lace in your hand. “You know I haven’t.”

“You want to?”

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. He’s 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 you’re not used to experiencing around Jake, and it’s making you skittish.

“I–” 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. “Are you offering?”

Jake chuckles quietly, one hand trailing down your back to rest on the base of your spine. It’s an innocent touch, but your tewng is slung low over your hips and the texture of Jake’s hand is rough and hot against the sensitive skin of your back.

“”’Course 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?” 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. You’re still clutching at your sexy underwear, your cheeks burning – you’ve never actually had the opportunity to wear them since you arrived on Pandora, and you’re humiliated that he’s found them and looked at them and held them. You’re so distracted with the underwear situation that it takes you a moment to fully catch up to what Jake is really saying.

“But–” You manage, swallowing thickly. “But Neytiri-”

“Weren’t you listening earlier? Sex is a means for bonding in mated pairs as well as outside of them,” Jake reminds you, his head tilted as he watches you. “You need a release, and you need someone to guide you through it before you go fumbling around with other Na’vi. I’m your best friend, aren’t I?”

You nod slowly, wondering how the conversation has taken this particular turn. Your pulse feels terribly loud, and you half wonder if you’re dreaming this whole evening – everything feels so strange.

“So, go on,” Jake says casually, leaning back on his hands as his legs spread where they’re hanging off the mattress, his tewng shifting. “Take a look, if you want.”

You hesitate, eyes wide. You can hardly believe what he’s offering, yet your stomach fills with anticipatory butterflies. You’ve never gotten the opportunity to explore a Na’vi body like this before; in the safety of your own room, you can sate your own curiosity that’s been building for years. And even better, it’s with your best friend – Jake might tease you, but he would never judge you for this.

Tentatively, you step back towards Jake. He’s 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 you’re in charge of this interaction, but it also feels as though that control is tenuous.

You’re 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 he’s not moving, he’s watching you closely as you touch him. Your blood is roaring in your ears, your heart beating in your throat. It feels as though you’re walking a thin line here, and you’re worried that you’re about to cross a point of no return.

“It’s not just my chest you wanna see, is it, sweetheart?” Jake asks, his voice deep enough that his stomach rumbles beneath your fingertips. “Where else do you wanna look?”

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 they’ve been magnetised.

“Can I–” You begin, your tongue heavy and clumsy in your overly dry mouth. “Can I see your, um... your tail?”

There’s a pause, and then Jake laughs. It’s a dry sort of chuckle, as though your request has taken him by surprise.

“Yeah, kid. Of course you can.” He says, still grinning, before shuffling forward on the bed so that he’s sitting right on the edge of the mattress.

He’s 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, you’ve 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.

You’re faintly aware of Jake sighing above you, shifting just slightly as you stroke over his tail. It twitches, as though he’s not sure whether he should be pushing into your touch or away from it. It’s prehensile and active, writhing in the air under your fingers. It’s almost sweet, and you can’t fight your little smile as it twitches under your hand.

“Mmm,” 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. “You finished with that?” 

You are, but you find yourself nervous to move on. The whole situation feels as though it’s slipping out from between your fingers, and you glance nervously up at Jake’s face in an attempt to read his thoughts. You don’t know what your next move should be, and you try to pick up any hints from his expression.

“I guess.” 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. He’s gentle when he tugs you away from his back, pulling you around to his front so that he can see you properly.

“What’re you so nervous for?” He asks in a murmur. “It’s just me.”

That actually makes you laugh softly with him, your shoulders loosening a little. He’s right – this is Jake, just Jake. He’s trying to help you.

“Yeah,” You breathe, smiling back at him. You don’t 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.

It’s natural for you to be curious about his queue, so that’s where you reach next. You do so somewhat cautiously, waiting for him to stop you. You’re well aware of the implications of this particular part of the Na’vi anatomy, and you didn’t truly think you’d ever get an opportunity to examine it closer.

Jake doesn’t stop you as you pull the thick braid covering his neural queue over his shoulder towards you, though you don’t 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.

“Careful.” 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.

“Sorry,” You whisper, staring back at him with wide eyes. “Does it hurt?”

Jake’s expression twitches, his mouth curling into a self-satisfied, amused sort of smile. “Nah, it doesn’t hurt. Keep going. Just go easy – that bit is sensitive.”

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 – it’s the first time you’ve seen anything like this in person, and you feel your mouth form a little ‘O’ in awe. You’re holding an extension of Jake’s whole nervous system in your hands. You’re 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.

“Wow,” You breathe, watching the tendrils curl and react as your breath ghosts over them. “Amazing.”

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.

“Oh,” You blurt. “I am hurting you! You should have said! I’m sorry, I didn’t–”

“No, kid,” He breathes, turning to look at you with a grin. “Like I said, it’s sensitive. It feels good.”

You blink, startled. “Oh.”

You can’t 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.

“Take the tewng off.” Jake guides you in a low rumble, his big hand spreading across your lower back and pressing you gently forward towards him.

“Mine or yours?” 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. “That’s up to you, sweetheart.”

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 Jake’s help – not that he’s trying to help. He just sits there and watches you with those big eyes of his, though they’re half-lidded now as his tail undulates behind him.

You’re genuinely nervous, but it’s like you’re being driven by a pure compulsion. You can’t 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.

“Okay,” 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 it’s 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. It’s 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. 

Your palms itch at the sight of it, and your thighs shift and slide together – you want to touch him, so badly that the urge is physical. 

“Well?” Jake asks; the bastard sounds a mixture of amused and proud. “What do you think of your first Na’vi cock, huh?”

You feel as though you’ve been struck dumb. He’s so damn confident about himself, and now that you’re faced with the sight of his erection jutting up from his body like this you’re reluctant to admit that he has reason to be confident. You’d 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, “I thought it'd be bigger.”

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.

“I can smell you, smartass.” He rumbles, exposing those sharp fangs of his in a grin. “All sweet and musky. Smells like you like what you see.”

You release your breath in a surprised huff. You forget sometimes that the Na’vi 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.

“Well, maybe I’m just impressed that there’s a part of you that looks this pretty.” You say obstinately, tilting your chin up towards him. “It’s, like, the total opposite of your face.”

Jake’s grin doesn’t falter, not even for a second. He coos, affecting an expression of exaggerated hurt.

“You don’t think I’m pretty, baby?” He asks, leaning closer to you so that your noses are practically touching.

You swallow, just barely stifling the urge to jolt back. It’s 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.

“Shut up,” You grumble, before clambering off the bed and sinking to your knees in front of him.

Jake’s eyebrows shut up, his grin turning sharp and anticipatory. “Yes, ma’am. Who am I to interrupt your scientific exploration, huh?”

Scientific exploration, you think to yourself. Yes, that makes sense. That’s all this is. Jake is just helping you so that you don’t make a total fool of yourself if it comes to intimacy with other Na’vi, because he’s your friend and he cares about you. 

You shuffle closer to him on your knees, and reach out to tentatively take a hold of his cock. Like this, you’re able to get an even closer look – it’s such a pretty shade of jewel blue, all patterned with azure stripes and dotted with those lovely bioluminescent white dots. There’s even a little cluster of phosphorescent white freckles near the pretty pink tip, and you lean in to admire the way they glow. 

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 Jake’s hips twitch, pushing his cock further into your hand.

“Fuck,” He breathes, “Sorry, honey. Keep going.”

Jake’s cock is so hard, harder than any human dick you’ve ever felt. It’s like holding a goddamn lead pipe all wrapped up in velvety soft skin. You can’t 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. You’ve never actually thought of a cock as beautiful before, and you resent the fact that it’s fucking Jake that’s changed your mind.

You look up at him, his swollen cock cradled in your hands. “Do you–” You break off, swallowing. “Do you really think I could take something like this? Maybe you were right earlier. This might be out of my league.”

Jake’s 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.

“That’s quitter’s talk, kid,” His tone is antagonising and completely at odds with the softness of his touch. It’s the kind of tone he uses when he’s challenging you during your bouts of bicking. “You haven’t even tried yet. We’ll get you ready for it.”

He’s 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 – you don’t know what getting you ready for it involves, but you crave it.

“Okay.” You breathe. 

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 you’re 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 Jake’s hips thrust gracelessly into the air.

“Fuck,” He sighs, his big hand settling firmly over the top of your head. “That’s it. Touch the bottom of it – there’s a spongey part that feels good when it’s stimulated.”

You follow his instructions. There’s 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, “Fuck!”

Jake is so much more expressive than you had expected him to be – but then again, you’ve never really thought of him like this. He’s almost panting as he leans back on his elbows, craning his neck so he can get a look at what you’re 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.

“What is this?” 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. “Weird, isn’t it? Come on, I thought you ‘studied the People for years’ – don’t you know what this is?”

You flush, averting your gaze from his slightly mocking eyes. “You– no, I don’t… I mean, it was more from an anthropological point of view–”

Jake purses his lip in a little pout – it’s a mockingly sympathetic look. “Na’vi men don’t have scrotums, honey. Instead we have these weird little squishy parts. To hold the cum, I guess, I don’t know. Never really asked. Look, press down on it.”

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 you’ve just squeezed it out of the squishy base.

“Oh,” You breathe, before looking up at him with an impish sort of expression. “I always knew you had no balls.”

That wipes the stupid smug look off Jake’s face, although he tilts his head back and snorts a laugh. “Oh, you’re such a dickhead.”

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 you’re kneeling between his thighs. It’s 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. It’s 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. You’re a little surprised to find that it tastes similar to human dicks that you’ve 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. Jake’s 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. “Fuck. Oh shit, you’re hungry for it, aintcha?”

Your cheeks heat, and you pull your mouth off his cock so you can scowl up at him. He’s bigger than you’re 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.

“Don’t be an asshole,” You whine, narrowing your eyes. “Stop making fun of me.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” He concedes, his hips flexing slightly to bring his cock closer to your face again. “Keep sucking on it, I won’t say another word. Come on, you were doing so well. How much of it can you take?”

He’s playing on your own scientific curiosity, and you hate to say it but it’s working. You don’t know how much of it you can take, but you’re so eager to find out. It doesn’t help that you’re horny; you can feel the tewng Kiri had made for you growing damp where it’s tucked between your legs, and you shift on your knees restlessly. You’re so aroused that you can feel your clit pulsing, and it’s 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. You’ve never seen an expression like this on him, and you’re startled by the flood of heat that coils in your belly and between your legs. He likes this – obviously, you’re doing something right. It seems like Na’vi men really aren’t 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 Jake’s 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.

“Oh, goddamn.” Jake grunts over your head. His thighs twitch, enclosing around you and keeping you pinned there. He’s so fucking big over you, it feels as though it’s 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. It’s firm but oddly spongey, and everytime you poke at it Jake’s whole cock twitches.

You’re 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 that’s torn out of Jake’s 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.

“Oh, Jesus, fuck,” He tosses his head back so he can’t see you, forcing his hips back down to the bed and holding himself very still. “Don’t fucking look at me like that-”

You haul your head back, mouth popping wetly off his cock as you cough. “You nearly fucking suffocated me, dickhead-!”

“Sorry, sorry,” He gasps, his chest heaving as he pets blindly at your hair. “Was my cock too big for you?”

“Ugh,” You slap at the inside of his thigh, making him jolt. “You are actually unbearable–”

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.

“Jake!” You complain, trying to wiggle your way out of his hands. “I wasn’t finished!”

“You can finish sucking it later, sweetheart,” He grunts, clambering up on the mattress after you, the muscles of his thighs flexing as he crouches over you. “But this isn’t just about me, is it? I promised I’d get you ready, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” 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. “Yeah, you did.”

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.

“Spread your legs for me,” He whispers, his fingers squeezing lightly around the soft flesh of your thigh. “Nice and wide, come on.”

Your knees drop open without thought, breath catching in your chest. You don’t 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. 

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.

“Fuck,” He breathes, his eyelids fluttering shut as his nostrils flare. “Oh, shit.”

“Are you fucking smelling me?” You hiss, embarrassment swelling. “Oh god, you’re such a perv, what is wrong with you–”

“Shut up a second,” 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. “Jesus Christ, kid. You’re so wet. Is this all from sucking my cock?”

You close your thighs hard, trying to squeeze his head in revenge. “No! Asshole. You said you could smell me earlier!”

“Yeah,” Jake snorts a laugh, his ears flicking against the soft flesh on the inside of your thighs. He doesn’t seem bothered by the way your thighs are squeezing around his head at all. “I’ve been smelling you for years, sweetheart. It’s all part of being Na’vi. But it’s a little different with my head between your legs.”

You barely even have time to let the whole ‘smelling you for years’ 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 – he’s looking at your cunt thoughtfully, inspecting you.

“Jake,” You complain, trying to wiggle your hips away. “Quit staring-”

“I’m evaluating.” 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. “Your cunt is small, honey. A Na’vi cock is gonna stretch you real wide.”

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.

“What if-” You begin, before losing some of your nerve. You force yourself to swallow, and try again. “What if I want to be stretched real wide?”

A beat, and then Jake drops his head with a soft groan. 

“Fuck,” He breathes, hot against the inside of your thigh. “Yeah. We can arrange that, I guess.”

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. It’s the anticipation that’s 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. You’re 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.

“That’s it,” Jake encourages, his spare hand stroking over your thigh. “Aw, look at you. Trembling ‘cause of a single finger–”

You grunt – your irritation with him washes away the pleasant tingly feeling that his thumb rolling over his clit is building. 

“Gimme another,” You demand, leaning your head back against the mattress as you try to push your hips back towards him. “I can take another one.”

“Take it easy, tiger,” He says, his stupid handsome face contorting in a smirk. “You’ll get another when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now-”

“Shut up,” He grumbles, but he says it with a little chuckle. “Why do you always think you’re right?”

“Because I am always right- oh!” You break off, sucking in a startled breath when Jake’s big mouth encloses over your clit and sucks. 

His tongue is big and wet and rough, and you choke out a pathetic sort of moan, your hips twitching into his mouth. He’s 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.

“Jake,” You wheeze, squeezing your eyes shut. “I– oh, god-”

Irritatingly, he just pulls back a little and laughs. “Can’t 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.”

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. 

You’re 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 Na’vi 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. 

You squeal and your hips buck, but Jake uses the hand that’s not knuckle deep inside of you to press on your hip and pin you down, keeping you still as he suckles at your cunt. 

“Fuck!” You gasp, trying to tilt your hips away from his mouth. It’s too much, too fast, but he holds you still and forces you to take it until you’re trembling in his hands. “Feels – ah! – good.”

“‘Course it does,” He grunts, his mouth twitching into a grin against you. “I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

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.

“Another?” He asks, tilting his head up to look at you. His eyelids flutter up at you, the picture of innocence as though he’s not currently stuffing you full and making you cry around his fingers.

“I don’t–” You start thickly, “I don’t know–”

“That’s okay,” He coos at you. “Leave it up to me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You say immediately, muscles melting back into the mattress as you give into him. “Yeah, okay.”

“Atta girl,” 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 he’s a bastard, but doesn’t so much as pause. He’s 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, you’re gone; your whole body seizes up and you keen as you come, but even then Jake doesn’t pull away. He laps and suckles at you until you’re gasping and writhing from the overstimulation.

You can’t 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 you’ve 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 you’re able to breathe again.

“Nice,” He breathes, resting his chin on your lower belly and grinning at you as he works his fingers deeper. “Look at you – stretched real wide.”

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.

“Jake,” You whimper, turning your face away and nuzzling into the blankets all bunched up by your head. “It’s… it’s so much, it’s too much–”

“Nah, honey, you’re doing fine,” 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. “You were right, weren’t you? You can take it, you can take it so well.”

His eyes go half-lidded when he watches you take his fingers. It’s so overwhelming, and yet you spread your legs wider and lift your knees, silently hoping he’ll 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.

“Fuck,” 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. “Lift up your top.”

You don’t 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 you’re all sweaty and slack-jawed and you’re pretty sure it doesn’t have the effect you want it to have because Jake’s irises just dilate further.

“Why?” You mumble, humping your hips greedily into his fingers in an attempt to get him touching your clit again.

When you don’t 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.

“Let me suck on your tits.” 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.

“You’re like–” You gasp, eyes squeezing tight. “Fuck, you’re like a baby.”

That makes him snicker, though he doesn’t pull back from your breasts.

“Yeah.” He mumbles into your chest. “I’ve heard that one before.”

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 mouth’s wake before wrapping his lips around your nipple again and sucking.

“Fuck,” He moans, nuzzling at your chest. “Why didn’t you tell me you had tits like this, huh?” 

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. He’s 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.

“Fuck yes. Arch your back a little more, come on. Look at you going nice and tight around my fingers.” He groans, watching your hips hump against his hand.

“Holy fuck.” You choke, grabbing at the sheets beneath you. It’s too much and not enough, and your hips keep undulating like they can’t decide whether to twitch away from the stimulation or to go back for more.

“Fuck, just look at you riding my hand.” Jake mutters, nipping at your tits once more before pulling back to look down at the way you’re moving into him. “You gonna do that around my cock?”

“Yes,” You wheeze, eyes blowing wide at the thought. “Yes. Are you– are you gonna put it in?”

That makes Jake snicker meanly, which isn’t 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. 

“Not yet, honey,” He grunts, “You’re taking it like a champ, but you need a bit more practice, I think.”

Disappointment settles thick and heavy in your stomach, but it doesn’t last too long before it’s washed away by pure liquid pleasure. His fingers feel so good, filling you up so well. It feels like he’s fingerfucking the thoughts right out of your head, eyes rolling back in your head as he insistently rubs at you.

Jake’s 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.

You’re so aroused that you swear your pussy is twitching, and you’re 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 Jake’s 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 Jake’s 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 Jake’s 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 you’re 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 you’re cumming forever, the ecstasy drawn out by Jake’s 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 can’t keep quiet. He’s 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. 

Your clit grows oversensitive, and you wince as you reach to push at his wrist. “Jake–”

He obediently pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you dripping and clenching down on nothing. You hadn’t expected to feel so empty, and you whine in mindless complaint.

“Almost there,” He grunts, gasping wetly as he tugs at his cock. “Push your tits together for me.”

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.

Jake’s eyes have gone unfocused as the motion of his hips stutter and falter, but he’s 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 – you notice the swollen part at the base of his cock has deflated almost entirely, to the point that it’s hardly noticeable anymore.

“Shit,” 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. He’s 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.

“Oh my god.” You mumble, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. 

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 he’s sprayed all over your tits and belly, and you can see the way his mouth twitches into a smirk.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” You whisper. Your brain is still slow and sort of stupid, but panic is beginning to seep in now. “Oh god. Fuck, are you sure Neytiri won’t mind?”

Jake snorts a laugh, though it’s a little lethargic. He’s 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.

“It was her idea,” He says, his voice a little muffled in your neck. “So no, she ain’t gonna mind.”

“It was her…” You start to repeat, your brain grappling wildly with that idea. It seems spectacularly unlikely, yet Jake isn’t 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. “Why’re you surprised she’s worried about you? Didn’t I tell you before that we’d look after you, huh?”

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 you’ve managed to get so lucky with your friends.

“I should shower,” You sigh, glancing down at the sticky mess he’s left all over you.

Jake’s arms tighten around you as if it’s a reflex reaction, except then he doesn’t let go. “Nah. Leave it. We can shower in the morning.”

“I’m gross,” You complain, wrinkling your nose as you reach for an old t-shirt that’s 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. “You’re staying the night?”

“Mmph.” Jake groans, tugging you closer again. He’s so goddamn big and overbearing that you can’t wrestle him off you, so you end up going limp and defeated in his arms. “Good fuckin’ luck tryin’ to move me.”

“Dick,” You grumble, but your own eyes are beginning to sleepily slide shut too. “I’m pretty sure I stink right now.”

There’s 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.

“Are you licking me–”

“Taste fine,” He mumbles, before tugging you closer and yawning. “Taste like me.”

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 that’s currently creaking dangerously under the weight of your big stupid friend as he starts to snuffle sleepily beside you. If he hadn’t just given you the best orgasm you’ve had in years, you might be a little more annoyed.

You’ve 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.

“Next time,” He mumbles, his voice low and gravelly as he slips towards sleep, “Wear your sexy little panties.”

You tilt your head back to look up at him, hardly daring to breathe. “Next time?”

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; it’s infuriating how good he looks even when drowsy.