Jake sully pounding you so hard he leaves your hole gaping. It's not his fault that he hadn't been in a cunt (only other one was his hand really) so tight for so long or that hes big. give him some time he'll learn that you're a little bit more frail.
He doesn't get to use his cock okay!? Only his tail..
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Summary: Who knew such a sweet smile held so much dangerous desire.
Warnings: MDNI, predator/prey, tw: NONCON, p in v, established relationship, size difference, belly bulge, dominate male/sub reader, forced oral (male receiving), choking, aftercare, rough sex, creampie.
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Being apart of the resistance and learning about the different clans such as the Aranahe had been the best things about being on Pandora. Leaning about the cultures of each clan was something you enjoyed, you were surprised with how well they had accepted humans who stayed behind after the Sarentu defeated Mercer. Spending time with the Aranahe meant you spent time getting to know even the mighty ikran rider Eetu, his smile was soft and sweet one that you’d never forget.
After the death of his ikran Zomey, you spent even more time getting to know the male navi. You spoke about life on earth before coming to live on Pandora and he spoke to you about his life and things he loved. Soon you both found yourselves growing closer to one another and once day you decided to tell him about a game that you played back on earth called ‘Dead by Daylight’ the horror game being one of your favorites. What you didn’t count on was in him interested in making it a game to play for just the two of you.
You were moving your hands around excitedly as you spoke. Retelling how the killers of the game chased around the survivors as they fought to stay alive. You felt his hand on your thigh, your eyes found his, and that smile. Something about it was different yet you couldn’t pinpoint it, you felt the familiar knot forming in your chest as if your body knew something was different before you did. It was quiet for a moment, your hands fell to your sides as you tugged on your tattered cargo shorts, your brows pinched together in confusion until he began speaking. “Okay small one, why don’t you run. I’ll give you to the count of 10 and you have until daylight. If I find you before your time runs out syulang then your body will my mine.”
It took a moment but you finally figured out why his smile seemed so different. That smile, everything about that smile was sinister in its own way, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to look away. For a moment you were frozen with fear but there was no denying the underlining arousal that brewed beneath the surface. It was compelling it truly was, the head tilt, the normally soft smile that hid the true intentions of a natural predator behind it.
He was the predator and you, you were his prey.
You did not have to be a scientist to know that he was behind you, didn’t need to have the senses or characteristics of a na’vi to understand that. You felt it in the way your chest heaved and your heart sped up, the feeling of fear settling deep within the pit of your stomach as the bile began to rise in your throat. All you could focus on was the sound of your own heart beating in your chest, the sound so heavy and loud it clouded all your other senses.
The fear and arousal met in the middle and mixed deep within your body, you ignored the ache between your legs as you ran the fear of getting caught caused the blood in your veins to pump the blood harder. You pushed as hard as your legs could go.
Despite the sound of your own heart pounding in your ears you could hear the faint sounds of his teasing. “I will catch you yawne.” He called.
You held back any cries as you ran until eventually you couldn’t run anymore. Your eyes darted around to find a place small enough for you to hide and you did just that. Squeezing your body into a tight space under a tree, your hands immediately flew to your mouth to help hold back any and all sounds that could slip through. “I will find you and I’ll have you baby.” The human word sounded foreign coming from him, the sound of his deep thick accent only added to the arousal that was embedded deep within your body. Your pussy fluttered around nothing and for a moment you forgot that you were running from a different side of the Eetu you knew.
It was too quiet eerily quiet and for a moment you thought everything was fine, you heard no sounds and the feelings in your body slowly decreased.
You stayed under the tree waiting and listening waiting.. patiently waiting for any indication that the Navi male was close by. Faster than you could comprehend or prepare for you felt a hand wrap around your leg and pull with all its might. Your bloodcurdling scream filled the night air within the lush forest as you clawed at the ground hoping to find anything to keep you safe.
Your cries and whimpers fell on deaf ears as you were pulled completely from underneath the roots of the tree. Eetus hearty laugh was drowned out by your screams as he crouched down beside you and wrapped his hand around your neck gently, effectively cutting off your cries. “Gotcha.” He whispered quietly.
You opened your mouth to whine but your words were stuck in your throat, literally. He leaned down as he brought your body up to meet his, and he pressed his lips against yours roughly. Taken by surprise you fought against his kiss before your body ended up relaxing and giving into his roughness.
Eetu released your neck just as he pulled away from the rough kiss, his pupils dilated. All he could see, smell and hear was you. He needed you as he needed you badly.
He pushed you down into the ground and began ripping at your clothes with such need. The sound of your shirt being ripped pierced through the air before you groaned at the harsh tug oh him pulling off your shorts and panties in one go. His hand rubbed at your slightly slick pussy as his free hand tugged down his loincloth to reveal his already hard cock. You let out a whimper as he rubbed your swollen nub gently, his fingers gliding down between your folds before disappearing into your heat.
While you were distracted with the way his fingers filled your cunt, he squeezed your cheeks gently holding your head in place as he rubbed the tip of his cock on your lips before forcing the tip through your parted lips. As he felt the heat of your mouth enveloping his head he couldn’t help but growl loudly, letting his head fall back, his hips bucking forward without his control. Forcing himself a little deeper into your mouth causing you to gag. “Fuck.. sorry little one.”
Despite his apology his mind was clouded, all that he could focus on was the fact that your mouth felt good around his length. Your gagging only seemed the turn him on more, his cock throbbing wildly as he tried to hold back his orgasm. With all the strength he could muster he pulled himself free from your mouth, saliva and precut dribbling from your mouth, the only indication of his forced entry was the bit of saliva that connected your mouth to his tip.
Your coughing fit did nothing to stop him as he pulled his finger free from your drenched pussy, grabbing ahold of your legs and spreading them open more for himself to fit. Your mind was foggy, cloudy as you tried to regain your senses by catching your breath. You felt his tip snuggling in self between your folds, his hips thrusting slowly gliding himself between your folds. Coating his entire length in your juices, each time his tip rubbed against your clit you couldn’t help but cry out, the pleasure was overwhelming. His rough treatment and erratic movements made you more aroused than anything before. Having enough of the teasing he finally pushed in, slowly at first. Inch by inch until he had finally bottomed out into your tight cunt. “You are so tight around me..” he breathed out in heavy pants.
Your hot cunt felt so good around him he couldn’t hold back he had to move and move he did. His thrust were rough, and hard. You felt him hitting everything inside, each of his brutal thrust pushed past the entrance of your womb stomach bulging from the force of his thrust you felt as if you were going to rip but the pain felt to good. His grip on your thighs was bruising in itself.
Eetu was lost in his own world.
All he felt was you, all he could think about as he fucked into you was how good you felt fluttering around him cock as you took him so well. For a human you took his cock so good.
His thrust began sloppy and quick his hips stuttering each time he pushed himself back into your drenched pussy. His sounds of pleasure came out in breathless whines and whimpers, the overwhelming pleasure as you cunt swallowed his cock with each thrust he was losing his mind and it was showing. Without warning he came, you felt each spurt of his seed filling you, triggering your own release that had your pussy tightening around his cock. Eetu cried out as his body collapsed over yours, his hood grew right as he pulled your body close, nose brushing against your neck before he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your temple.
After the moment of euphoria passed you both lay there cuddled into each other. Basking in the moment of shared intimacy before he pulled away to check over your body gently. “I am sorry little one, your body is something I am not used to. Come let me take you to my home.” As carefully as he could he pulled free from your stretched out cunt, he watched as his seed dribbled free from your pussy and he felt his chest swell with pride before he lifted your body up. “I must care for my mate now.”
Warnings: explicit smut, enemies to lovers, reference of rape, fist fighting, mean Neteyam, dominant Neteyam, cussing, some degrading/dirty talk, porn w plot, I think that’s it??
Summary: enemies to loverssss w Neteyam! Lo’ak is your best friend and it’s caused a rift between you and Neteyam. Hatefulness turns into desire.
A/n: Hey guys! Just wanna let everyone know that I’m only gonna be writing porn w plot lol. So all my character are aged up. I like to have a backstory that builds up the tension, I think it’s so much better but I’m sorry if you think it’s too long or it’s not your thing! Also PLEASE send me ALL your requests and I will do them but please note that I’m only gonna be doing pairings with Jake, Neteyam, and Lo’ak. Enjoy!! 😘
“Hey, wait up!” you call out to Lo’ak. You two were exploring the forest of Pandora, a pastime you’ve both always enjoyed since you were little kids.
“Keep up loser! Not waiting on your skxawng ass!” he yells, not looking back and continuing to run and leap along the terrain.
You and Lo’ak were best friends, platonic soulmates really. Y’all were known for your mischievous behavior and carefreeness, though it’s toned down a lot now at your ages, you being 20 and him being 21. He liked to tease you and call you a baby although he was only older by a few months. Typical Lo’ak behavior.
Growing up you could always count on him for a good time, he was always making you laugh and cutting up with you after your daily schooling and duties were done. The grown ups and your parents would tease you both that you would grow up to be mates. You both thought ‘ewwww’ to that and still do. You loved him very much but not in that way. You were never jealous over each other, you both could talk about your crushes and so forth. There was a sense of respect in your friendship, and being okay that you were just friends and y’all truly didn’t want to ruin that friendship with anything romantic.
Now huffing and puffing and hunching over to catch your breath, you finally caught up to him since y’all were at the edge of the cliff now, right beside a waterfall. It was beautiful.
You stepped to the edge and he playfully tapped you as if pretending to push you off. You get into a play stance and aim to grab his tail. “Skxawng!” you laugh.
“Coming from you?!” he counters. “Hey, mom said she was making teylu tonight, your favorite. Come eat?”
You consider it for a second. Your parents often complained you were at the Sully’s too much, especially when Lo’ak invited you for dinner. And there was also gonna be Neteyam over there… the grumpiest asshole who often tested your patience. But you thought of the mouth-watering teylu and forgot about everything else.
“I guess so. Not because you asked but because I want teylu.” you teased. He just rolled his eyes with a smile and you two headed back to the Sully’s hut.
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Back at the hut, you and Lo’ak entered in. “Y/n! I’m glad to see you, will you help me finish dinner?” Neytiri asked. She’s always liked you. “Of course!” you smiled.
After you two finished making dinner, she called everyone to come gather to eat in a circle. You took your usual place next to Lo’ak. Then Neteyam walks into the room. He makes eye contact with you and instantly tenses up. He looks away and resumes his broodiness. He was always like this around you. You would catch him laughing and being carefree around others, but it seemed like he absolutely hated you. Like your presence just sickened him. You couldn’t understand why though, all you ever were was nice to him. So now you do hold a grudge against him as all your efforts to be nice have done nothing.
Everyone ate dinner and made small talk about their days. You avoided eye contact with Neteyam of course. “Thank you for dinner mom, it’s delicious.” Neteyam says. “Thank you son but y/n helped me with it, she deserves some appreciation too!” Neytiri chirps.
Neteyam slowed his chewing and looked over at you. “Thank you, y/n” he mumbles. The tension is palpable and the silence is awkward. Everyone knows Neteyam doesn’t take well to you, though they don’t understand why.
After dinner, everyone starts cleaning and doing their own thing as they get ready for bed and settle down. You were looking for Lo’ak and about to cut the corner as you heard him and Neteyam speaking. You freeze and listen closely.
“Why do you always bring her for dinner? You know it’s family time. And plus don’t you ever get tired of being with her all the time?” Neteyam spits.
“Bro, why do you hate her so much? She’s done nothing to you and she’s my friend. Get over yourself,” Lo’ak storms away and before you can move your hiding spot, he runs right into you. You were definitely caught listening and he sees your hurt face. He ushers you away where Neteyam can’t hear or see you and starts trying to calm you. It doesn’t work much and you decide to just head home since you feel so unwanted there. Lo’ak offers to walk you back but you decline and say you want to blow off some steam on your walk by yourself.
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As you were walking, all these thoughts were going through your head. You were distracted and not paying attention to your surroundings. Then you hear chuckling and low voices. You turn around and see two guys who you recognize but don’t know their names.
“Hey pretty girl, what’re you doing out here so late and all alone?”
The other one approaches you and you try to back up but are backed into a tree. He slides his finger underneath the strap of your top and smiles menacingly at you. “It seems like she wants some attention, huh? Like she’s asking for it..” they chuckle.
Your eyes are wide with fear and adrenaline is coursing through your veins as the realization sets in that you are in serious danger. You regret not letting Lo’ak walk you home.
Then suddenly the one closest to you is stripped away and falls to the ground. It takes you a minute to recognize who it is now punching him ruthlessly and you see that it’s… Neteyam?
The other one tries to get Neteyam off his friend but then he gets sucker punched into the oblivion. You’re just gawking but then finally snap into reality. “Neteyam, stop!!”
He hears your plead and stops. He raised up slowly and is peering down at the guys with their faces bleeding now. “Stay the fuck away from her or next time I’ll kill you both.”
They scatter off and don’t say a word. You’re breathing heavy because a lot just happened. You glance at Neteyam and he holds your gaze as his chest heaves up and down. He turns and starts walking away. Where is he going after what just happened??
“Neteyam, wait!” You run up and grab his arm to turn him to you. His eyes bore into your soul. There’s just a moment of silence as you try to think of the words to say.
“T-thank you for saving me… from those guys” You look down at the ground because you can’t hold his intense eye contact.
He barely nods his head in response and backs away. “You shouldn’t be out here alone this late. Stupid girl. And maybe you should put some more clothes on, you leave nothing to the imagination” He scolds.
Stupid? This was his fault! And commenting on your lack of clothes?? Hell no. “Then next time don’t save me, mighty warrior.” You mocked. “I don’t need you and you don’t impress me like you do everyone else. And you’re not the boss of me”
He just chuckled. “No but if you were mine you would know who was boss.” He towered over you.
Huh? This is outrageous and the most you and Neteyam have ever talked and this is how it goes??
“You’re CRAZY” you shout and push him hard on his chest. “I hate you.” You push him again.
His ears fold back. He can’t hold back anymore.
He grabs both your forearms and pulls you all the way to him and bends down to your ear. “You know what, sevin? I hate you too.” He pulls back and his eyes lock on yours. “I hate how bad I’ve wanted you for so long and you would never even look my way. Too occupied with my brother. I bet you’ve already let him fuck you. I could almost kill him for the fact you’ve always chosen him and not me.” He’s near trembling from a mixture of anger, hurt, and desire.
The truth was he hated seeing you with Lo’ak so much because it was a constant reminder that you weren’t with him. It frustrated him that Lo’ak was the one who got to spend time with you and make you laugh. It should be him, not his baby brother.
His confession has you dizzy, confused and breathless. You couldn’t believe what he just said and questioned if you were in a dream for a second. But no, this was real. Your body was betraying you by being hot all over from his scent in your nose and his breath falling on your skin.
His eyes are searching yours for answer, for anything. You really are just speechless though. He sighs and let’s go of you, ashamed. He goes to walk away and you grab him again to swing him around toward you.
“I’m sorry…” you reach up to hold his cheek with a light touch. “I didn’t know…” your voice cracks a little. “You should’ve told me, you idiot.” You pause for a second, “Lo’ak has not had me. Nobody has.” You confess.
You feel like you’re having an out of body experience but it feels so right. Maybe you were too tired but you honestly felt that Neteyam was being genuine. This realization quickly turned into need.
You go up on your toes to surprise him with a kiss. It’s sweet and warm. You loved the taste of him. You wanted more.
“I’m so sorry, y/n. I have handled this wrong and I am an idiot.”
He swooped back down to press another kiss on you. You open your mouth a little to let his tongue swipe in. The feeling goes straight down to your core that’s gaining more and more slick.
He pulls back and takes a deep breath in. “I smell you, tiyawn. You smell like heaven.” You blush at the fact that your body can’t lie to him. You do want him, want him bad. Even after all his bullshit. But you decided to put your pride aside.
“I need you, Neteyam. Please” you beg. His eyes turn from gentle to dark. Not in the way you’re used to seeing, but dark in a way that was primal. Like a predator watching it’s prey.
“Are you sure?”
You nod yes. He wastes no time and swoops you up bridal style. You look at him with questioning eyes as to where you’re going. “What’s the matter, sevin? Thought I was gonna take you right here for everyone to hear and see?”
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Once he finds a nice secluded spot with cushiony moss, he lays you down swiftly on it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he lowers himself on you and plants sloppy kisses on your neck and collar bone. Your breath quickens.
“You’ve no idea how long you’ve visited me in my dreams” he kisses lower, hand snaking up under your top to reveal your breasts.
“Fuck” he breathes. He squeezes his eyes shut and his head drops down. “I could almost cum at the sight of you”
He latched onto one nipple, gently nibbling on it with his teeth. He takes the other in his finger and starts pulling, pinching, rolling.
“Oh!” You cry out and arch back.
“That’s right, syulang. Gonna make you feel so fucking good”
He starts kissing down your stomach and around your hips as he unties your loincloth and slides it down.
“Fuckkk. You’re soaked, y/n. All for me?”
You nod frantically. He grins and gathers some slick from your aching cunt. It glistens on his fingers as he admires it. He sucks them clean.
“So sweet. So fucking sweet”
He lowers himself down to let his face hover over your sex, pulling your soft, plush thighs on top of his shoulders. He looks up at you through his eyebrows and starts feasting.
Electricity courses through your veins and you feel high. “Neteyammm” you whine pathetically. He continues lapping you up and the sounds are straight up sinful. You didn’t want it to ever end.
“Don’t stop!!” You cry. He just moans and groans on you, sending vibrations through you, hitting the spot.
You feel the high coming, it feels overwhelming and all consuming. You have no control over your body now, he has you completely.
“Gonna cum!! Neteyam!!” You pant and squirm, trying to get out of his hold.
He inserts a finger into your hole, “Cum on my face, pretty girl”. His low voice and words send you over the edge. You see stars and your eyes roll back to your head.
“HOLY FUCK!” You scream. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his fingers and face. He’s now covered in all your juices and licks up as much as he can.
“Shit, y/n. Wanna taste you forever” he groans.
You’re panting trying to catch your breath. Eyes half lidded and looking delirious. He raises up and you shift your gaze down to his tented bulge. “Show me” you point with a weak finger.
He flashes a big grin. “Being bossy are we? Who’d I tell you was the boss around here?”
You roll your eyes and softly chuckle. “Please Neteyam. Don’t tease me.” You wiggle towards him and open wide. You look up at him with siren eyes. The playfulness in him goes away and is replaced with hunger once again. He unties his loincloth and tossed it to the side. You bite your lip in anticipation.
He lines up his cock with your entrance and pushes in. The stretch was so good, as he brushed past all the right places. You looked at him and you both held eye contact, staring into each others souls. As he pushed and pushed you both shared looks of pain and pleasure, mouths agape and eyes fixated on the other. He finally bottomed out as far he could go, you couldn’t believe how full you were. Full of Neteyam, your worst enemy. Or so you had thought.
“Ready tìyawn?”
“Yes!! Go!!” You beg. He pulls out and slams back in.
“Oh, fuck!!” You yell. He starts a pace that has you losing your mind. He lowly groans and occasionally grunts.
“I wonder what your best friend Lo’ak would think about you under me, huh?”
You can only manage to moan in response. You can’t think about anything but your pleasure and Neteyam’s dick stuffed inside you.
He grabs your face and gets nose to nose. “Tell me, will Lo’ak ever get to see you so needy under him like this?” He never stops with his pace, skin steadily slapping and breaths and whines collecting in the air.
“N-no. We’re just friends” you whisper.
“Promise??”
“Yes!!! Please Neteyam!”
“Please what?”
“Make me cum!!”
He growls at your needy plea and fucked out appearance. He speeds up and buries his face in your neck. He’s losing it and feels his own release approaching.
“Shittttt, y/n. You feel so damn good. Please don’t let this be the last time I ever get to be in this pussy” he breathes on you.
You’re so fucked out you can barely form a complete thought but you understand his request. “It’s yours Neteyam! All yours!!”
He moans in appreciation. You feel the coil about to burst and hold onto him tight as he rocks into you ruthlessly.
“Neteyam!!”
“Mmmmmmm” he’s muffled from being in the crook of your neck.
You both cum at the same time, spasming on each other. He releases his load inside you and you take it in greedily while you come down from your climax. He stills and goes limp on you.
“Do you still hate me?” He jokes.
You roll your eyes and swat him playfully. “The bigger question is how are we gonna tell Lo’ak?”
“We’ll worry about that later. For now, sleep.” He kisses your head and you both fall asleep on each other peacefully surrounded by the forest.
Warnings: Squiring, dom Jake, sub reader, ass play if you squint, spitting, p in v, blowjob, gunshot. Let me know if I missed anything?
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The coming days went by agonizingly slow. The presence of Jake was tortuous so most of the time you attempted to avoid him all together. But it was almost impossible considering you lived with him. It wasn't until it got so unbearable that you asked Jake and Neytiri for your own hut. Needless to say that didn't go over so well.
“You what?!” Jake says. A hint of anger and disapproval in his voice. You blinked awkwardly looking around the room as everyone sat with their mouths full of food and silent from Jake's outburst. You swallow what remained in your mouth, taking a deep breath before you repeat what you said.
“... I-I said that.. I want my own hut” you sat back looking at him. Pushing your plate away as you began to grow nauseous from embarrassment. Jake cleared his throat.
“Any particular reason why?” Over the days he has grown exceptionally fond of you. Walking you to all of your trainings, hardly leaving your side even when he was supposed to be doing something important. It was suffocating. To have him around constantly, especially after what happened between you two. It really infuriated you that he would just go on with his days normally. As if nothing ever happened.
“Well, I am of age. To be honest I should have left the nest years ago” you say. Dropping eye contact with him. He squeezed his bowl, his knuckles turning white the more angry he got. He didn't understand why you would want to leave. And he couldn't help but to think it was all his fault. Regardless of what happened he did care about you.
He sat silently, dropping his eyes to the table below him. Rolling a piece of food around on his plate.
“Ma Jake… we should let her. She is a woman now” Neytiri says. Placing her hand on his shoulder and flashing you a wide smile. All you could do was look away, you havent been able to look at her since you fucked her husband. The best thing you could do was hang your head in shame in hopes that she just brushed it off for your usual behavior. Jake said nothing, nodding his head as he continued to play with the food on his plate. This whole ordeal was entirely too much for you to handle.
You stand to your feet.
“I'm gonna… go get some fresh air.” you say awkwardly. Neyrtiri nods her head, seemingly oblivious to what was going on - and for a half of a second, you could see Jake out of the corner of your eye, watching you as you left. For a moment you thought that look on his face.. Was sadness.
Jake watched you as you left, the sounds of chatter going on around him completely muffled as he experienced tunnel vision. All he saw was you, all he wanted was you. It pained him to think that he would rather risk losing everything, if it meant that you would stay. He knew that it was unrealistic - but he couldn't help himself. For what felt like forever. He sat and listened to his family, laughing and joking around, unlike him. He couldn't focus.
He helped clean up, seeing the kids and Neytiri off to bed. Removing his hunting gear from his body and taking his hair down for the night. He stood at the door watching the moon as it sparkled, with nothing but you on his mind.
“Ma Jake..” Neytiri whispers behind him, causing him to jump. “Are you coming to bed?”
How could he sleep in that bed? Knowing what he did there? How could he sleep knowing his baby girl is out there, alone and cold and probably just as troubled as he was? How could he?
He turns to her, giving her a half smile.
“I should go find y/n.. It's getting late” he leans over, placing a light peck to her cheek. “I love you Neytiri” She smiles, rubbing his cheek with her hand, before turning to go back to bed. Jake's heart ached as he watched her walk away. But he had to solve this. If it meant that you would be happy, then he would let you go. He just needed to make sure. He leaves the family hut and makes his way around the village, searching for you but keeps coming up short.
“Where the hell is she?” he says to himself. Just then, he turns his head. A small path of footprints leading to the edge of the forest. He could tell by how close together the steps were that it was you. He's spent countless days walking behind you counting those steps. Your short legs always slowing you down unlike most Na’vi. He took a deep breath, turning to follow them.
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The air was cold and crisp. Your lungs began to hurt from the piercing cold. But you would rather tolerate this than going back to that hut to face everyone that lived in it. Freezing to death didn't seem so bad when you compared the two.
You sat looking at the moon, closing your eyes briefly to smell the wet soil around you. The blooming flowers sprouting their buds filling your nose with a sweet and tender smell. For a moment, you almost forgot that you were completely doomed. That is until you heard footsteps approaching and a twig snapping under that person's weight. You turn your head sharpy, squinting your eyes to focus them in the darkness. Only for your face to fall the second you saw him. You turn away.
“Why did you have to come here?’ you ask, your words were cold and dismissive. Why couldn't he just get the hint? You came out here to be alone, not to be bothered into talking about what was going on in your head. plus .. out of all people, he should be the one to know. His steps slowed, stopping a few feet from you to give you space. He cleared his throat.
“Just came to see if you were okay.. It's late y/n” he says. His words were soft unlike yours, so you instantly beat yourself up for being so rude to him. But you had every right to be short with him. This was a situation that wasn't light on your heart. You loved him and yet you knew that you'd be breaking up an entire family if anyone were to find out. You turn to him, tears already in your eyes.
“How can you just sit there and act like everything could possibly be normal?” Your voice was shaky, the tears falling to your cheeks as quickly as they filled the corner of your eyes. Your emotions breaking free as you looked at him. The sight of you was like stones in his heart. Without another second he's soon kneeling down next to you, taking your face in between his hands.
“Hey.. hey. I don't expect you to act like things are normal. What we did… wasn't normal” he pauses, pushing your head up to get you to look in his eyes. “But I don't regret a single second of it”
“If you want to go, I won't stop you. Just please.. Please don't shut me out” his voice began to quiver as he spoke. He would hate to lose you completely, he didn't care if he never got to touch you again, as long as he was able to stay by your side. Your tears fell effortlessly, you didn't really want to leave - but considering the circumstances you really had no choice. You couldn't stay in the same home of the married man that you slept with.
Jake's heart broke watching you cry. You were usually strong and resilient. This wasn't something that he was used to. As your sobs got stronger, he couldn't help the feet that moved him closer to you. Cupping your face in his hands and pulling your face up to his. You looked at him, eyes filled with tears, unable to catch your breath.
“Baby girl” he whispered. His face getting closer to yours, closing any space that might have been between you two. You looked up at him doe eyed, eyes glossed over as you cried. You couldn't help but to melt into him. Allowing him to embrace you.
“Kiss me, one last time” he says to you. Wrapping his hands around your waist to pull you in closer. Your eyes darted back and forth between his, your lips slightly parted, breathing heavily as your chest pressed firmly against his. He removed one hand from your waist, bringing it up to caress your cheek. His brows pinched together in agony. Leaning up on your tiptoes, you kiss him softly. Moving your lips against his as if they belonged there.
Something that was supposed to be a kiss goodbye, turned into you pressing tightly against him, stealing every last breath from his lungs as you kissed him. Quickly, his breaths became labored, his strong arms pulling you in closer as if you weren't close enough. There was nothing that could do to justify the distance. His lips danced with yours effortlessly, his tongue slipping passed your slightly parted lips. Forcing his tongue to fight for dominance over yours. He moaned softly into your mouth, leaning down slightly, wrapping his hands under your ass and pulling you up to straddle his waist. It took no effort for him to have you under him, surrounded by a large tree, soft moss delicately caressing your skin underneath you.
“J-jake .. we can't” your mouth tries to say, but your body is saying the complete opposite.
“I want you..” he returns another kiss, this time traveling down your neck and soon reaching your collarbone. “...please baby” he wanted to fight with everything in him not to have you this way - but he couldn't resist it any longer. His hands moved quickly, working against the strings of your loincloth and growing frustrated when they wouldn't corroborate so instead he hooks his fingers under the band of it, pulling it down past your hips and off your ankles. Your body didn't hesitate to work with him, swiftly kicking the flimsy fabric off your feet and away from you on the ground.
You moaned into him, feeling his hands grip the plump flesh of your thighs and pulling you into him from under your knees. Your breath caught in your throat with his fast and sudden movements. His much larger frame towering over you as he worked to remove his loincloth. Next thing you know, it's off. Being thrown to the ground next to yours.
“Let daddy make you feel good, one last time” he groaned. “Make you cum on my cock again.” Positioning himself at your entrance. Out of embarrassment, for being in this situation once more - and willingly at that. You attempted to cover your face, bringing your hands up to hide your furiously blushing cheeks. Almost instantly he removed them, holding them down in front of you. “Don’t hide that pretty face” he demanded. His voice sounded demonic, his arousal slowly taking over him. Your submissive behavior setting a fire deep within him.
You watched from below him as he pumped his member, hallowing his cheeks to collect saliva. A long rope of the fluid coming from behind his lips. Spitting on your pussy. He began to align himself at you entrance, until you stopped him, placing your hands over his.
“Wait! Stop! We can't do this Jake” (reader really pissin me off.. Just take the dick babe). He looked down at you with heavily lidded eyes, already too deep into it. Leaning down, planting his hands on both sides of your head. He leaned into you, kissing you softly. “You really want me to stop?” he whispers. Placing another kiss to you, this time right above your breast. “Are you sure?” he takes his tongue, licking a long stripe up the center of your neck and up your chin. Coming off the top with a ‘flick’. You couldn't help the moan that came out of your throat. His wet warm tongue making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He smiled to himself. Leaning up from his position.
“if you say so.” He shrugs, moving to leave from in between your legs. Suddenly you stop him, losing all control of your morals at this point.
“wait .. please” you plead, grabbing his arm to stop him. He halts his movements, returning to his position.
“Please” you repeat.
“Please what baby girl?” he says. Was he really going to make you say it? You gulp hard. Your throat dry from breathing too heavily.
“...please daddy?”
He smiles to himself. Lifting you off the ground in one swift move, placing you on his lap where his hard throbbing cock pressed against the front of your belly.
“Say it like you mean it” he demands. Suddenly grabbing your queue and forcing your head down to attach your neck with his lips. Between his cock pressed against your belly and his lips on your throat. You couldn't focus.
“Say it” he demands once more, forcing your head back even further.
“F-fuck!” You groan. Pinching the skin on his shoulders, the grip he had on your hair sharing a mixture between pain and pleasure. His eyes widen, never before hearing such a word out of your mouth, slapping your face seductively.
“Yeah? You wanna curse at me? Okay”
Out of nowhere he flips you on all fours, delivering a firm slap to your ass. The skin of your ass recoiling with the force.
“Say it!”
You shudder under him, his hand now pressing your face firmly into the damp moss beneath you. Until you finally succumbed.
“S-shit.. P-please daddy! Fuck me like your little slut!” you had no clue what you were saying. All you wanted was for him to fuck the stupid right out of you. One last time right?
His hand loosens on your head, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your throbbing, dripping pussy.
“Good fucking girl” he growled, sinking himself into you. There was no coaxing himself into it. No. he was balls deep right from the jump. His head fell back as your tight pussy gripped his cock. Your walls squeezing him until it took the air right out his lungs.
“Mm yes! So deep!” you moan, pushing your pelvis back into his. He denied you any fiction at first. Then pulls out, only to force his cock well past your cervix.
“Mm yeah?… you like my dick deep like that?” he says. Delivering the slowest, sloppiest strokes in existence. “Fuck baby.” he grips your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch himself embedded inside you.
“Whose pussy is this? Hm?”
“Y-yours! It's yours daddy!”
“Oh fuck baby” he whimpers, your pussy dripping, leaving nothing but a snail trail of your slippery sex on him. “So fucking… w-wet”
His thumb finds your asshole, taking the flat of his thumb to rub small and short circles on the rim. The ultimate pleasure. Your knees began to buckle under you, your nails filled with dirt as you gripped the earth under you.
“G-gonna cum!” your orgasm was soon approaching as he teased your tight hole. A virgin back there. Suddenly he presses his thumb into it, the tip of his digit slipping past the tight entrance.
“Oh my god!” you shout. Thrown over the edge as he popped your ass cherry. “fuck ..f-fuck! Daddy!”
He spits inside your ass, fucking your pussy as the same time. “Yes.. take it like a good girl baby”
Your orgasm crashed through you with force. Knocking all sense out of you as you came. You shook violently. Squirting into the ground. The force of our cum hitting the dirt with a ‘hissing’ sound.
“Oh god! You squirt? Fuck yes..” his thrusts became erratic and stuttered. The grip your pussy had on his cock, forcing his release right out of him.
Suddenly he pulls out gripping your hair and pulling you around to face him.
“Open your fuckin mouth baby” he demands, pumping the head of his swollen head right in front of your face. You do as you're told, opening your mouth as well as sticking your tongue out. The sight of you overwhelming him.
“Oh yes.. J-just like that.. G–gonna make daddy come baby” he abused his cock, fucking himself with force, desperate to come. You had to help him, leaning forward you place our tongue on the tip of his dick. Finally bringing it out of him.
“f-fuck .. oh fuck” he whimpers, realsing his hot steamy seed deep down your throat. The last rope of it hitting your tonsils. He watched as you closed your mouth around his cock, swallowing every last drop of him as you sucked him dry.
“Ohhh goddd” he moans, shaking from overstimulation. He couldn't take it anymore, too sensitive for you to continue. But you hollow your cheeks, sucking hard until his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He had to pull you away, grabbing you by your hair and forcing you off his cock with a ‘pop’
“Jesus christ babe! F-fuck” he stuttered. Looking down at you with the most sinister look.
“If you think I'm letting you go after that.. You’re fuckin wrong”
Neteyam is like an older brother to you…until he isnt. Gets a little steamy at the end, enjoy!
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Neteyam had always been like an older brother to you. The Sullys had taken you in after your parents had died in battle years ago, and you had basically grown up together. You had always been incredibly close with the oldest son, but recently, you’d begun to notice a shift in your platonic dynamic. The way his eyes would linger on your just a little too long from across the room made you wonder if your life long dream had finally come into fruition.
For as long as you can remember you’d had feelings for Neteyam. The way he stood, slightly reserved, backed away from the action before him. You loved the way his shoulders hunched slightly, as if he was hyper aware of his tall stature, wanting to slouch to put others at ease. He was tall now, and broad too, with large hands you loved to watch at work. The hands that had showed you how to sharpen a blade, shoot an arrow. He was only a year and a half older than you, but he knew so much about things that were alien to you, and he was always so patient. In turn you would teach him how to mend his clothing, or what berries he could snack on while he was out during a hunt.
You loved the way his belt sat low on his hips, and the way his hair swayed when he walked with the confidence radiated from him. You had only ever had eyes for him, your Neteyam.
But recently, he’d seemed to become more reserved toward you. He would keep his replies to your questions short and curt, eyes averted when you spoke to him. It hurt.
…
It was true he was avoiding you, but not for the reason you had assumed.
If only you knew. If you knew the way he watched you, how your hips swayed as you walked, or your cheeks peeked out from below your sash. How he would stare as you bent down to gather mushrooms. How your hair fell loosely down your back to the dimples just above your sash that sat just a little too low on your hips- he had to tear his eyes away. His face was heated.
How could this happen? One day something had changed. One day you were grown, and you were beautiful and he wanted you. He’d imagined so many things, dirty things that would never happen. He thought about you when he laid in bed at night, just a room away. If he’d had the guts-or the insanity, he could get up, and go to you, touch you, feel you. You’d been his first wet dream, he remembered waking up a mess, inside and out. The thought made him crazy. What would his parents think? What would you think? He had to distance himself. Perhaps try to find a girl, someone other than you, to distract himself.
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It was the day of celebration, a new year was beginning and it was a night to welcome a time of plenty and blessings. You were in your room that you shared with Kiri, finishing getting ready. It was dark out, and almost everyone had left to set up the tables for food, or start the bonfire. Lamps hung around your vanity, and jewelry was strewn about the table top.
Of course, you had decided you wanted a new chest covering for the day. Making clothing pieces was your favourite pastime, and you were known as one of the best sewers in the clan. It made you happy to help out in that small way, mending and creating clothes for the tribe. Tonight, you had made something especially feminine and slightly daring. It was short, and if you lifted your arms the swell of your breast peeked out from below the fabric. You told yourself it was only for you, but a small voice in the back of your head couldn’t let you forget about your unrequited love. Perhaps he would glance your way. You’d saved the sewing for the last minute and now you were frantically finishing up your hair before changing into your outfit.
You inspected yourself in the mirror. You had to admit, you looked good. Gold rings adorned your hair which had a few tiny braids, scattered about. Thick dark waves fell down your back and a little pink jewel hung just above your forehead. Your chest covering was done and you tied the two straps behind your neck, struggling slightly with all the different strings. Why did you make this so complicated? You reached for the the bottom two but when you tied them together it ended up untying the knot you had just made. Fuck. You groaned.
Deciding this was fruitless labor you ventured out into the common room to see if Kiri or Neytiri was still home.
“Hey can someone help me?” No one was insight.
“Yeah one sec.” Neteyams voices floated through the wall to your ears. You felt light headed.
“Oh its okay I-”
He was emerging from his room. He looked so good. His face was relaxed. His eyes danced with the reflection of the fire in the middle of the room. They travelled down to where you clutched your top to your chest and widened ever so slightly and he straightened, clearing his throat. “Oh-uh, need me to do up the back? I dont think anyone else is home.”
You gulped. “Um, yeah actually, thanks.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. It had been a while since you’d been this close to him and your heart was beating out of your chest- he could probably hear it. You wanted to kick yourself, he saw you as a little sister, nothing more. Nothing more.
He walked up to you, eyes lingering on your top, “Turn around.” His voice was deep, quiet. You obeyed, and his fingered brushed your shoulderblade as he swept your hair over your shoulder.
“’S too short.” He said it matter-a-factly, referring to your new garment.
You heated up, “Erm, I wanted something fun.” Why were you embarrassed? Ashamed? It wasn’t his place to say. He was just being protective. Like an older brother would.
“You shouldn’t wear this kind of thing, the guys will talk about you.”
“Oh? Maybe I want them to.” You were teasing him, but he didn’t bite your line.
“Trust me, you don’t.” He was hard behind you, but knew he had little grounds for jealousy. He changed the subject, “Ok, tell me what to do.” You melted, and decided to let it go.
“The right bottom string gets tied with the left top string, and vice versa.”
You could feel him tying the correct strings together, he was intent, meticulous.
“Are you triple knotting it?” You grinned.
“What? I can’t have it falling off at the celebration, It would all be my fault. Plus imagine-” he trailed off. You glanced back at him.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He blushed and went back to work. It was quiet again, but for the crackling of the fire.
“Why dont we talk anymore, ‘Teyam.” You blurted out. He blew out a breath of air he’d subconsciously been holding.
“What do you mean? We talk.”
“No we don’t. Not like we used to.”
A pause. “I don’t know I guess things have changed a bit. We’re older now.”
You straightened, “Hell, it’s time for you to start looking for a mate.” You were testing the waters. He glanced at you, looking up as he finished his work. He dropped his hands and they grazed your striped waist, leaving a tingly trail behind them. You turned to face him slowly, your chests were so close they threatened to touch. Your breasts rose as your breath hitched.
“Oh, yeah? Why, is there someone I should have in mind?” He was teasing. Your eyes flickered to his mouth.
Me you wanted to whisper, yell at him. “I dont know… What are you looking for? A hunter?” Your voice was quiet, timid.
He shrugged, “Not really my type.”
“Cook? Tutseya makes a mouth watering stew”
He shook his head. “I dont want Tutseya.”
You looked up at him through your lashes. How could you tell him you wanted him. How could you tell him that you thought of him every minute of every day.
He tilted his head. He was trying to read you. Calculating his next move, making sure he didn’t misread a single sign. His voice was low. “I like sewers.” Your eyes widened with realization. You’re breasts grazed his chest and he tensed.
“I sewed this.” You whispered, gesturing to your top.
“I know.” His eyes searched yours.
“’Teyam.” You felt light headed, your hands found his upper arms, clutching at him as if he would keep you from floating away. You looked up at him with glassy eyes full of emotion. “’Teyam please don’t tease me.”
His eyes softened with kindness, and he raised his large hand to cradle the back of your head. He pulled at your hair, tilting you face up towards him. He tilted his head and paused as your lips grazed each other, and you tried to move toward him, held back by his grip on your hair. Now he was teasing you.
“Never.” Then he kissed you, soft and deep. He was hot and enveloping and he smelled like damp earth. Your grasp on his arms tightened and his other hand pulled you in by your lower back, so that your pelvises were flush. His body was hard and strong and you melted into his touch like putty, arms wrapping around his neck.
His hand grabbed the waistband of your loincloth just above your ass, tugging it upwards involuntarily, and you felt the friction in your core. You jumped, and he grinned into the kiss. He pulled at it again and you groaned softly.
His mouth traveled to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses behind. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, you don’t even know.” He mumbled.
You’re lips parted, “Trust me I know.” His hand tightened in your hair.
“Why did we wait so long?” His words came out as a groan.
Suddenly his ears perked up and his mouth left your neck. His head turned and he stepped away from you, your hands reached out to follow him involuntarily at the loss of heat. He tugged your loincloth back down to it’s original spot with a languid hand seconds before the door swung open.
“What are you two losers doing here? Ive been looking everywhere for you!” Loak was smirking. He didn’t notice your glassy eyes or puffy lips. The way your chest was heaving.
“Um,” you felt dizzy, “We were just heading out.” You looked up at Neteyam with pupils blown wide, and he nodded.
“After you,” he smiled, his large hand pressing the small of your back. How good it was to have him near you again.
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Warnings: under a blanket, outdoors, cockwarming, teasing, creampie, almost being caught
You sit idly, watching the bonfire and listening to your friends stories and laughter as everyone drinks down some fermented berry drinks. There's a slight chill in the air, so you're covered in a soft woven blanket gifted to you from Tsireya.
You're perched in your partners lap, his fingers clutching over your hips desperately and he rests his forehead against your shoulder blade.
"Mmph, paskalin," Rotxo almost slurs, kissing over your skin tenderly,"Please, can we go?"
You shift your hips and stifle the grin on your lips at the sound of a poorly covered whimper. He's hard, completely unsheathed by now beneath his tewng thansk to your ministrations of rolling your hips just slightly and laying the plush of your bum over him.
"Not yet, ma'yawntutsyìp, we haven't had the opportunity to hang out with our friends much," you coo softly, turning to gaze at him,"We wouldn't want to spoil that, would we?"
He grumbles against your shoulder and you snicker, turning in his lap and cupping his cheek to kiss his lips sweetly.
You think for a moment, biting your lip as you gaze at his darkened cheeks and pleading eyes.
"Aw, how could I ever say no to you?"
He almost perks up, moves to sit up and leave, but spots how you sneak a hand down his front, teasingly touching over his flexing abs. He inhales sharply when your knuckles graze over his hardened flesh, soon making contact with his member. He ducks into your neck, panting against you and clinging hard enough to your hips that there's sure to be bruises later.
You hear some snickering to your right, obvious that your friends are making fun of how lovey you were on Roxto.
Your smirk, kissing him sweetly once more and swallowing the moan he releases when you tug his length out of his tewng and stroke him quickly, rubbing your thumb over the tip.
Thank goodness the blanket hadn't fallen off of the two of you by now, because you're quick to pull away from his length and mouth, ignoring his huff of frustration and turning around. You act like you're getting comfortable, but you're simultaneously tugging your own tewng to the side and grasping his length, aiming at your wet cunt.
"W-wait, oh, Eywa-" He whispers, looking around frantically before holding his breath and slumping into you.
To everyone else, it looks normal; typical love birds getting cozy around the fire. You smirk to yourself, inching down on his length and masking the slight sting of the stretch, but luckily your slick helps ease the way.
After a moment, you're sitting on him completely, his length buried deeply into your gummy walls and he clutches onto you, panting against your shoulder.
"You feel so good, yawne," you coo softly, leaning back to kiss his temple.
He whines softly, wrapping his arms tightly around your midsection,"Pl-please, mmph-"
Your walls pulse around him and his length presses snug against your cervix and all those sensitive parts inside, leaving you shivering and trouble masking your pleasure. You start to think that this was a bad idea, especially when your friends start to rough house and try to involve your partner, to which you grumble at them and say you're too comfortable to let him move.
He's breathing heavier against you, hands tracing over your ribs and stomach.
You take this moment to roll your hips, rocking on his length just slightly enough to have him poorly muffling a whine into your hair.
"No- no more, too much," he pants, clenching his eyes shut.
You ignore his plea, keeping an eye on your friends around you as you clench your inner walls,"Can you finish for me?"
Your voice is sweet like nectar, cooing in his ear soft once again and he's gripping you harshly, pressing you firmly against himself, panting against your neck.
"C'mon, tahni," you shimmy your hips,"Cum for me."
He bites his lower lip hard, a stifled whimper being swallowed down as the combined amount of pressure and heat around his length, with the fact that the added thrill was surprisingly good, he cums deep into your cunt.
It last for a solid minute, filling you up and leaving you breathless, needing your own orgasm.
You realize that you'd zoned out for a minute there, too wrapped up in being stuffed full of cum, to hear your name being called.
"-seem tired?" Tsireya's voice is sweet, concerned as she leans towards you two.
"What was that?"
She snickers,"Maybe you two should head home, you seem tired."
Roxto plays tired, slowly lifting his head with a mock sleepy grin,"We should, yawne," followed by a yawn.
You nod, feigning a yawn too,"Yeah, I'm sorry, Reya, it's been a long day.."
"Don't apologize! Go get some rest, you both need it," Tsireya, sweet and caring as always, tells everyone to start to quiet down and begins to smother the fire.
You take a moment when everyone is distracted to quickly lift off of his length and fix your tewng, ignoring his hiss at the cold before he quickly fixes his own tewng too. You stand, folding the blanket over your arm and wait for Roxto, smiling softly down at him.
When you're finally out of ear shot, you grip his bicep and speed up to your shared marui.
He snickers,"Who's eager now?"
You roll your eyes fondly,"Shut up, skxawng, or I'll pleasure myself and make you watch."
Summary: He hated you. For reasons unknown, unknown to you that is.
Warnings: MDNI, hate fucking, tw: Dubious Consent, kinda angsty, mentions of cheating, size difference, fingering, mean Jake, mouthy reader, p in v, mentions of creampies. Let me know if I missed anything.
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Jake was crouched down listening to the conversation you and Neytiri had, you ignored the glare that seared your skin. His gaze hot and angry and you never understood why his stare made forgotten emotions bubble up.
You successfully ignore him, pretended he did not exist as Neytiri taught you things about Na’vi babies. You had taken to helping around with young Na’vi mothers and their babies when they needed time. Meaning you spent a lot of time within the camp and around everyone even the Olo’eyktan himself, Jake, and while you were able to avoid him most time other times it was awkward. His stare never left you, always glaring deep into you with a burning hatred you couldn’t begin to fathom.
This instance was no different, after a few moments got up. Wishing Neytiri a quick goodbye, you hurried out their home trying to make it seem like you weren’t trying to run for the hills. Whatever tension you felt instantly deflated from your body. You felt the air deflating your lungs slowly, yet you still hurried off as fast as you could.
To focused on the feelings that consumed your body you were unaware of the Na’vi male that grabbed ahold of your arm. You let out a startled gasp as your attention fell on none other than Jake himself. You scowled instantly, the irritation already bubbling up in your chest.
Jake said nothing as he dragged you through the forest. Each time you’d try to fight him off he’d simply tug your smaller body harder, nearly causing you to topple over as you ran were forced to keep up with him. “Stop fighting.” Jake said, you didn’t have to see his face to know he was beyond irritated, so you said nothing in return only difference was that you followed behind with no complaints. Once he came to a stop you yanked your arm free of his hold. “What the fuck is your problem?” You questioned him.
Jake was pacing back and forth quietly as he ran his fingers down his face. “You! You are my fucking problem y/n!.” He exclaimed, the agitation ran deep. “Why did you come here? To remind me of my old life? Why didn’t you just stay the fuck away?!” He yelled out. You were stunned.
“How is any of this my fault?” You questioned, you were baffled by his accusations. “You’re the asshole who’s holding onto the past! A past you can’t seem to forget, that’s not my fault! Do not blame me for the things you can’t let go jake.” Your voice was thick with anger as you spoke, to be placed for the blame of something you had no control over. You didn’t say for a response didn’t have the need for it, so instead you turned to make your exit only to be stopped by Jake wrapping his hand around your neck. You let out a startled gasped as he pulled your body close to his.
Your body pressed flush up against jakes larger one, he trapped your body between him and tree. His hold on your neck tightening. “You are a constant reminder of everything. Everything good and that is a pain. Now you will show me respect I am your Olo’eyktan.” Jake growled out. And honestly you should have listened should have kept your mouth shut but you couldn’t, you just had to push his bottoms.
“What? A constant reminder of how good I made your dick feel? Hate seeing me because it’s a reminder that you use to be balls deep inside me? Fucking me all night. And now you can’t touch me! You can’t do shit so let me go and leave me alone.” You retorted, the tension between you two crackled in the air like fireworks on the forth of July. His and your heavy anger filled breathing filled the quiet, suffocating the two of you until he broke it first. “You are a reminder of everything and I hate that. You shouldn’t have come here, you should have left back to earth y/n.” His voice was so quiet undertones of anger and before you could respond his lips were on yours.
Every ounce of anger was portrayed in that bruising kiss, he took complete control. Willing your body to submit as he deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth so he could explore every inch of your mouth. Refamiliarizing himself with the taste of your lips.
The kiss was bruising and his hands, fuck his hands as they roamed over your body. Large calloused hands that gripped at your breast thighs and ass. This was no normal make out session this was Jake trying to reclaim a slither of control not just over you but the situation in general he needed to establish a sense of dominance.
He tugged on your clothes briefly breaking the kiss to pull your shirt over your head before capturing your lips in another heated kiss, blindly tossing the shirt to the side his hands work your shorts pulling them down with your panties in one swift movement. He left you bare in only just your bra.
He took advantage of your nakedness, his fingers danced around your folds teasing your already slick cunt. His thumb found your clit easily, teasing the swollen bud while he pushed his finger inside of you. He groaned at the feeling of your walls clinging onto his finger, he began to pump his finger in and out of quickly. “Fuck.. you’re still so tight.”
You cried out as he fucked into you with one finger before slowly adding in a second finger, he took his time slipping it inside. Once two of his digits were buried deep inside hell started back up his quick and rough pace, his fingers hitting deep inside reaching parts of you only he knew drove you wild. You whimpered and moaned as you squirmed around in his hold, the bark of the tree digging into your skin.
Soon his fingers were replaced with the tip of his dick, feeling him thrust inside with one go. You cried out as he stretched your walls, forcing you to take his new length and girth, your walls squeezing onto him tightly. Jake groaned as he buried his face into your neck, placing harsh kisses and nips against your skin. His fangs grazing your skin with every mark he made. His thrust were hard and rough, each one hitting deeper than the last causing your body to rock against the tree harder.
“Take this dick y/n, you need to know your place.” He growled out, each word matching a singular thrust. “You will show me respect in every way of the word.” He grounded out. He was establishing dominance. Dominance that mixed with hate, pure unadulterated hate, and even after he finished inside you he made sure you understood just how deep his hate ran.
Plot: Lo’ak had a crush, and for once she wasn’t one of the girls that climbed all over him daily. He was growing sick of that life but was too comfortable where he was. Until one night, during a private moment in his hut, he ran into the one person he didn’t expect and he just couldn’t help himself when all he wanted was a taste.
⛔️minors DNI⛔️
Warnings: Female receiving, male masterbation, very vulgar language, first person POV and narration smut, smut, smut
Hi guys… I’ve missed you. I’ve been writing this comeback series for about 5 days now. And I didn’t want to give any deadlines since I wanted it to be a surprise. I also wanted to try something new by using a ‘first person’ narration. I definitely think it suits my style of writing a lot better. Anyways, I hope y’all aren’t upset with me for my lil hiatus.. ya girl had to take a break. But I’m back, I have a pulse. And I’m ready to deliver the nastiest, toe curling smuts I’ve ever written.
Enjoy 🤍
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Lo’ak
I swear this shit never gets old. The warm fire dancing on my face was the perfect indicator that I might not be so fucked up afterall. My mind for the first time in weeks, was free of those intrusive thoughts that I get sometimes when I'm feeling sorry for myself. I smile to myself, I had no idea that I was capable of being so calm. This life was difficult in more ways than one, so it really shouldn't be a surprise that this ecstasy is completely foreign to me. For a moment I was content, that was until I realized that I’m just high as fuck and the weed was just doing its job. Because there was no way in hell that such an elementary feeling had me feeling fruity for a moment. A laugh squeaks past my lips at the realization, my cheeks puffing out as I try to hold those giggles back. I would hate to look like an idiot right now. As I sit with my knees to my.chest I collect myself, breathing deeply with a sweet honey on my side. Literally.
My eyes close softly as a young broad pepper's small kisses on my neck, cooing in my ear as if I were the tastiest thing she's had on her lips in months. I would allow myself to bask in the feeling, if only I could remember her fucking name. I mean, to my defense, she kind of just showed up. And I'm just used to this. An occasional fuck was my thing. No feelings attached. It may sound heartless but there's nothing on this planet that will convince me that these girls don’t think the same way. That's all this has ever been. Hunt, sleep, and get my dick sucked from any piece of ass willing to throw herself at me. I was living the dream, well, that's what I think at least. Truth is I don't care enough to pull out of this lifestyle. It's not like much was expected of me anyways. My family had my brother for that shit. So I thought “might as well make the most of it”.
I didn't realize I was zoned out, feeling good and soaking in the warm breeze of the night until someone tugged on my arm.
“Come on, let's get out of here”. The girl with no name says to me. Interlocking her fingers with mine as she attempts to pull me to my feet. But I fight against her. I don't want to leave.
“Cmon baby, we could use some privacy” she says softly. Using the entirety of her body weight to pull me up. I can't lie, the act was cute. Her brows pinched together, fighting against a stone wall with my feet planted in the soft dirt under me. I would have budged if I was in the mood to get my dick wet, but this fire just feels too good. Too real.
So I stayed.
“Lo’ak.. Come onnn”. She nags. Like an annoying fly in my ear. She's blowing my high and it's taking everything in me not to be a dick. Despite my lack of deference for the women that threw themselves at me daily, my mother always taught me to respect a lady. So reluctantly I stand with a huff, my left arm heavy and at my side while she tugs on my right.
She pulls me further from the fire and my happiness is now gone. Fuck me.
“Where are we going?”. I ask. Obvious annoyance laced in my words but she's too drunk off the thought of my dick in her mouth to notice. She turns to me, giggling as she pulls me behind a tree. Throwing herself into me the second our bodies disappear behind it. Taking not another second, she crashes her lips into mine and I wince. She tastes salty as hell and I bite back the urge to vomit when her hand finds my dick. Flaccid and unwilling just from the taste of her. I pull my lips away, resting my hand lazily on her hip and then I look down at her.
“Turn around”. I demand. At this point I’m really trying my hardest not to put her in a head lock, knock her horny ass out and sneak the fuck out of here. But I stay frozen where I am as she does what she's told and turns around. Cupping the back of her head I push her torso down until her ass is propped in the air. And I can only pray to Eywa that her pussy hygiene is better than her breath because I don't want to soak my body in acid.
“Why can't I just say no?” I think to myself. Pulling at her loincloth as I slide it past her ass. She was at least pretty so it made this whole thing a little bearable. I really didn't want to do this, but I have a reputation and I'll be damned if a little stinky breath kills that for me. My face is now level with her sex and I almost want to do a little victory dance when she actually smells devine. She wiggles her hips, her hands gripping the soft dirt under them as I slide a digit into her. She isn't wet but I didn't expect her to be, they never are until I get my hands on them. I shove my middle finger inside her past my knuckle. She moans louder than necessary and I roll my eyes, picking up the speed. Her head flys back, her long hair falling down the sides of her waist and I take the opportunity to grab a fist full of it, yanking her up and into my chest my fingers still buried deep inside her pussy.
A choked whine escapes past her lips when I tug, forcing her head down to level my mouth with her ear.
“You just couldn't wait could you?”. I groan, twisting my wrist to fuck her deeper with my fingers, which caused her to moan louder. A get a strong whiff of her breath and coil into myself again. Pulling my face away.
“Fuckk”. I groan, unable to stop myself. I seriously wish I had something for the putrid smell emanating from her mouth but the most I could do was hold my breath. For a moment I freeze, mortified that she possibly heard. She indeed did but it was interpreted as a moment of pleasure. Her back arches, pressing her ass into my cock that has yet to get hard. I had to do something fast, closing my eyes I think of something - or someone that could change things. My mind immediately goes to the prettiest girl in the clan. The one that I have yet to get my filthy hands on. The one that is close and far away at the same time. I closed my eyes, shifting to a place that could get me there. To the place where this girl wants.. No, needs me to be.
I dip my head back thinking and imagining her face.
The way her plump lips fold in between her teeth when she's concentrated. Her sweet laugh when my sister says something that's literally not funny. But it's only funny when the laugh spills from her mouth. My breaths start to pick up, my mind races with the thought of her under me. Sweating and calling my name as I fuck her slowly. My mind is in the clouds as my body moves robotically. Gripping this girl's hips, I push her up against the tree, kicking both of her legs apart to accommodate my body. Instinctively she rubs against me, moaning into her hand trying to bite back her sounds considering we're still within earshot of people near the fire. I reach into my loincloth, the thought of another woman finally turning me into a brick. So hard that it was almost painful. I go to pull my cock out when someone comes around the tree and I almost jump out of my skin.
“Dads looking for you”. Neteyam says. Paying no mind to the girl I was about to shove my cock into. He says nothing else, turning on his heels as his hand slides down the bark of the tree. Gone and out of sight before I could respond. I never loved my brother so much in my life. I really got a ticket out of this. My hands drop from her body, fixing my loincloth to reposition my now hard dick. She groans as I step away.
“Do you have to go?”. She cries. Throwing her arms around my neck. My breath stalls in my chest, holding it in as if my life depended on it. Because it sure as fuck felt like if I smelled this girls breath one more time… I’ll hurl for real. I smile down at her, grabbing her arms from around me and pinning them to her sides.
“Sorry baby, maybe next time”. And that was a hard maybe. Before she could get the chance to beg me to stay, I turned sharply. Running after my brother. I didn't say a word until I was out of her view, catching up with Neteyam and tapping him on the shoulder.
“What does dad need?”. I ask, walking beside him. Neteyam snorts. And it left me confused.
“What?”. A giggle follows behind my words. Unsure why he's laughing but wanting to join in on what's going through his head. He turns to me.
“Nothing, I saw you with Ikeyni and thought I'd help you get out of there.'' I stopped walking.
“So that's her name”. I thought to myself.
my lip pouting as a joke. I hold my hand to my chest as if I were in a deep state of emotion.
“Bro, I could kiss you right now”. I say, letting out a long breath I had no clue I was holding in until he pulled me out of the nightmare that wouldn't go away. Neteyam chuckles, throwing his hair over his shoulder before leaning into me.
“Did you kiss her?”. He asks. My fake pout washes from my face. I did not need a reminder. I stood motionless with my face screwed up. And my lack of response answered his question without me having to say a word. Fuck me.. It was so bad. I'd rather have my lungs ripped out of my chest and be teased with the thought of taking a deep breath but can't, then remember that rancid kiss. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of the thought, the smell that would take my breath away every time I thought about it. I mean, sure. We all get morning breath but that shit was straight up neglect, that was a smell from someone sucking dick and sleeping with remnants of someone else's nut down her throat. I just couldn't wrap my head around the thought any longer. Deciding to change the subject.
“Thanks though, I honestly thought that was the end for me”. I walk next to him, punching him on the shoulder lightly, flashing a wide gummy grin at him.
“Eh, it's all good. Everyone knows she's kind of..” he trails off. “Lacking moral sense of hygiene” he glances over at me and I catch his gaze. My cheeks puff out as we both fall into a laughing fit. We walked together back to the village, the low glow of the lanterns lighting the night sky. In the distance I could hear my sister arguing with her boyfriend. And no… it's not Kiri. Neteyam looks at me and I raise my eyebrows shaking my head, already in a protest.
“That's all you bro..”. I say. Turning in the direction of my hut, wanting nothing to do with my teenage sister's antics. Neteyam rolls his eyes as he watches me scurry away.
“Wow! Can't you help me after I help you? Next time I'll let her slip her tongue down your throat” he yells after me. But I kept walking, lifting my hand behind me with my back to him as I flipped him the bird. There's no way in hell. I'll let him deal with that for now. I pull myself around the corner, out of sight, out of mind as I dip inside my personal hut. The room was dimly lit and comfortable. To be honest it was just a vibe. Things have changed here on Pandora since I've been a kid. The clan was hell bent on keeping traditions but since the human influence here. We've learned to adapt to a more modern world. We still walk around half naked though.
I make my way over to my computer and swing my chair around. This was my all time favorite place, where I could be myself without anyone having an opinion about it. Logging into my desktop I pull up my playlist, the first and most streamed song being, Into It by Chase Atlantic. If there's one thing humans did right, it was music. This band was gold and it always put me in the mood. I press play and lean back, closing my eyes as images of her flash behind my eyelids. I could hear her and smell her. If only I could taste her. As the beginning of the song starts to play, I could feel the heat form in my lower belly. The thought of fucking her to this song turning me on the more it played. Unbeknownst to me I start to touch my body. My hands gliding down my chest and my abs. My cock slowly grew in my loincloth, to the point where the fabric began to pinch me. Untying the strings, I set my cock loose. It springs free, slapping my belly. Hard and flushed pink from how horny I am. Had I encountered a different girl tonight, this probably wouldn't have been an issue. But here I am, overheating and horny as fuck with no one to help. The song continues to play the hook starting as a low breath falls from my mouth and my head falls back on the headrest. Spitting in my hand I lather my hard length just allowing the song to captivate me.
🎶“But I’m into it, I’m into it, said she wanna fuck me later girl I’m into it. I’m into it, ya I’m into it. This mental pressure got me poppin pills and shit.”🎶
The song plays and I'm lost, fisting my dick painfully slow. Mimicking the beat of the song. Hot and short pants escape from my chest, my belly clenching as I begin to feel the heat rise further into my chest. My hips meeting the thrusts of my hand.
🎶“These girls, they come and go between my bed sheets. And i've been doing blue and causing big scenes yeah”🎶
My speed picks up, my cheeks flushed as my mouth falls open and my chin pressed firmly to my chest, gathering more spit in my mouth for lubrication I lean forward and I allow slack in my jaw, watching as my spit falls to the head of my dick when I stick my tongue out. If only this was her pussy, I swear she'd fall in love and never want anyone else but me to suck her. My thrusts turn aggressive as the song continues on. I'm so turned on that I don't even care if I'm being loud. Fuck I want someone to hear me, so they can rush in here to help me. But I knew that wasn't going to happen so I continued on. Letting the song drown out my thoughts.
🎶“Pull up and I'm higher than the big trees, yeah. She don't really like it but she needs me yeah. She saying she don't really miss me. But fuck it, now I’m faded off the wrong things yeah”🎶
“Oh fuck..” I moan, my legs spread in front of me, my thighs shake as I push father off that edge. I work my hand in slow firm strokes. Twisting my wrist in circles as I tease the head of my cock. The sound of my spit on my skin, almost lost behind the music. Images of her curvy body flash behind my eyes.
“O-oh my god” her round ass, like nothing i've ever seen before bouncing on my cock, the recoil immaculate as I meet my hips with hers. My mouth falls open and I have no shame as I become a whimpering mess to the thought of her.
“F-fuck baby.. Gonna make daddy come "I moan. Sweat beading on my forehead and falling down my chest and neck.
🎶“I’m getting way too deep I’m fuckin into it!”🎶
“Mmm”
🎶“I’m into it, yeah I’m into it. I wouldn't change it for the world I’m fuckin into it”.🎶
The muscles in her back tense, her hands rest on my knees as she looks back at me. Her expression was laced with nothing but arousal. she bites her lip, bouncing on my dick nice and slow like its her fuckin job. I grip her hips, guiding her thrusts.
“That's it baby” she whispers in my head. “Come for me”. Her voice was so sweet, so hypnotizing. If this is what it sounds like in my head, then I can't even imagine what it sounds like when I really get a taste of her.
Oh god, I must be going crazy. The mind is a powerful thing because even though I've never felt what she feels like before, the thought of it alone was enough for me to explode all over my stomach.
“Ohh fuck yeah, f-fuck im coming!”
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“y/n wait!” Someone shouts behind me, I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. And from the way he slurred those two simple words, was enough for me to know that he was completely inebriated. I stop walking, rolling my eyes before I pull off the fakest smile I could muster. I turn to him, clasping my hands behind my back.
“Hi.. Ruk’e” No matter how hard I tried, there was no enthusiasm in my voice. I was drunk, tired and I wanted to go home. Not to mention Lo’ak snuck off with another girl that wasn’t me so I was already annoyed and ready for this night to end. So that I can go home, flick my bean to the thought of him and forget that I'll never be an option for him. But no, I'm here entertaining the last person I want to see. He lazily jogs towards me, his steps are heavy and ungraceful. That was pretty much his whole personality. Brawny and unflattering. One of the major reasons why he wasn't my type. I didn't like the big burly men who worked out entirely too much and lacked necessary brain cells to function.
He stops in front of me, reeking of alcohol. But I stopped my thoughts considering everyone at the fire, including me, had too much to drink. He's panting, and sweating as he places his hands on his hips. That wide and gummy smile stretching his cheeks. I just look at him.
“Come back with me,” He says. Stepping closer to me. To which I respond by taking that step back.
“No.” I say, not needing a lot of thought to deny him. After all, this was a common occurrence with him and he still has yet to get it through his thick skull that I'm not interested. His smile fades and it's soon replaced with a scowl.
Here it comes.
“Fuck you.. You stuck up bitch.” He stumbled, pointing his thick finger at me. “You think your pussy is all I can get? I have bitches begging for it” he declares. But he knew as much as I did that that was the biggest fucking lie that’s come out of his mouth thus far. Nobody wants him. I roll my eyes, folding my arms over my chest as he goes on and on about how he's desirable, the perfect mate for any woman in the clan. And how no other man compares to him. I disregard him, fanning my hand over my mouth as I fabricate a yawn. Because if he didn’t get away from me in the next second, I was going to get really disrespectful. And that wasn't like me, but I couldn't hold back because this alcohol was giving me bigger balls than I could ever have.
“Look” I interrupted him. “No offense or anything, but I feel like we keep going in circles here” I pause once more, growing too tired of this conversation to continue but I carry on despite that fact.
“I don't like you.. at all. To be quite frank, I'd rather jump off an ikran than be mated with you” he opens his mouth to speak but I hold up my finger to stop him.
“I know it sounds harsh but.. Your tongue isn't so modest either. So if you'll excuse me”.
I say nothing else as I turn on my heels, leaving him speechless and looking dumb. I could tell I've upset him when all I hear is a scream that he created deep within his lower belly. Screaming at the top of his lungs in the middle of the community field. I quickened my pace, wanting nothing more than to get the fuck out of here. The last thing I needed is people looking at me like I was the one in the wrong. Look at how he just acted from being rejected for the millionth time. I can't even imagine what his reaction would be if I told him about the one I'm really interested in. Lo’ak was the exact opposite of him and I'm content with that. Because for one, he didn't act like that, and two, he was just gorgeous. Maturing means that you don't need any more reasons than that to be sexually attracted to someone.
I clear out of the view of the rest of the drunk adults partying in front of the fire. The silent boom of the music died down as I climbed up the hill to my private hut. The worst part about being an adult in this clan, is that they put all of us together, just outside the main village. In one group as if we were livestock. They tell us it's just for convenience since we all basically work together. But everyone knows it's because we're all too horny for the elders to want to be around. Just in the distance I can hear a woman getting her back blown out. And I have no shame wishing it was me, and Lo’ak was the one to deliver.
My steps slow, the pandoran moon lights the night sky and the ground around me. I felt the warmth of the alcohol course through my veins. The sweet smell of the warbonnet ferns (bioluminescent flora) filled my nose, making me smile as it reminded me of my childhood running through these woods with my siblings. I run my fingers along the outside of peoples huts not paying attention to my surroundings. I was lost in my own drunkenness and thoughts before I was quickly brought out of them from the faint sound of a man who sounded like he was experiencing pleasure. Beyond that I could also hear music in the background but I couldn't make out the band. My brows pinch as I concentrate further, careful to slow my pace to hear better and to not draw any attention to myself.
As I got closer, the sounds grew louder and the moans became more frequent. I clasped my hand over my mouth, hiding my giggles from whoever it was. Whatever they were doing, or who they were doing, was making them feel great and that made me a little jealous. I couldn't wait to get home to do the same thing to myself. I didn't know who it was but his low groans sounded so sweet and familiar at the same time. But I was too drunk to figure out who it was. I came up to the hut slowly, the dim lights from inside lighting the path before me. I round the front entrance, placing my ear against the door. It was silent for a moment until it wasn't.
“Ohh fuck yeah, f-fuck im coming!” he moans. I try to hide my giggle again, moving my ear closer to the door.
“Fuck y/n… fuck..”
My eyes practically pop out of my head when he calls my name. I thought maybe I was just drunk and hearing things, and my brain was feeding me the things that I wanted to hear. Instead of running away like I should have, I still breath and listen further. The song came to an end almost like he planned his climax down to that exact second. Either way it was hot and I just couldn't pull myself away from the door.
“Who are you?” I whisper to myself. Shuffling to the small crack that was in his door frame. It was impossible to see anything as it wasn’t wide enough to peer through. I squint my eyes, placing my hands palm up on the door and push my nose against the wood. I guess you could say I was desperate to know who it was. Partly because they came to the thought of me and also because they did it loud enough for someone to hear. As if that's what they wanted.
I grew impatient from shoving my face into the door. I knew I wasn't going to be able to see anything but it was worth the try. At least I know that I have a secret admirer. Standing up straight I stand on the other side of his door, contemplating for a moment if I should just go in, I mean they were moaning my name anyways so what's the harm. But that was just the alcohol talking and I realized that, turning slowly with my head hanging low, I took that step in the direction of my own hut.
Too caught up in what I just heard, I didn't notice the tree root sticking out from the bottom of the wooden platform and ended up tripping over it. A loud yelp leaves my mouth as I tumble over and off the raised path right in front of this guy's hut. I knew there was no way he, or someone else didn't hear. I roll in pain, now tangled and probably cut up from the bushes and tree branches on the ground. I attempt to stand on my feet, trying not to make any more noise than I already have. My back was turned to the door while I brushed the soil and remnants of a broken branch off my legs. For a moment I was distracted. I'm never drinking again. Fuck that.
“Jesus…” I mutter, wiping the last bit of tree and dirt off my body. The moment of silence I had, soon ripped from me when I heard the door behind me swing open. I freeze, still facing away.
“Shit! Are you good?” the man says. Stepping past the threshold of his home to quickly walk to me. I instantly panic, scurrying to pull my feet free from the vines that held me firm to the ground. My mind raced with a million thoughts at once.
“Fuck im caught”
“Just say you fell.. It's true.. Well, not entirely”
“Oh god im screwed”
I couldn't believe this was happening, I just wanted to go home. How did I end up here? Dirty and possibly caught red handed after I was eavesdropping on a guy jerking off, someone who may or may not have a secret crush on me. Whatever, I had to get out of here. Without saying anything, I turned my body away from him, placed my hands on the wooden walkway and pulled myself up. I tried to make a run for it, but I didn't make it far before his hand grabbed my delicate wrist and spun me around to face him. My eyelids blink rapidly at the sudden invasion, he was so strong, hardly had to use any strength to man handle me. I had to ignore the roaring heat that began to form between my thighs considering the situation was too inappropriate to have a female boner. I focused my eyes, blinking one final time before they focused on who I was actually looking at. And I was mortified at the realization. My breaths began to pick as I met his gaze. I couldn't make out the expression on his face but it didn't look like he cared about anything else except if I was okay or not. I pull my hand away, dropping my gaze from his to hide my painfully blushing cheeks.
“Lo’ak.. I-”
“Are you okay?” he pushed again, more stern this time. He reaches back down to grab my hand, holding it up to his face. “Oh my god” I thought. He's touching me! Again!. A lump formed in my throat as he held my hand close to his face, it was then that I realized that it was bleeding.
“You're bleeding, girl.. What are you doing out here in the dark?” he says, looking at me this time. I tried to swallow the lump that formed in my throat as well as ignore the butterflies that beat violently against my belly. His brows pulled down in the center of his forehead, twirling my hand around to access the damage. I was left speechless at the sight of him, unable to answer his previous question, although to me, it was a bit rhetorical. I remember making eye contact with him once or twice at the fire tonight, it would only make sense that I was on my way home. Right? Anyway I stuttered trying to make out an explanation, I didn't want to give myself away.
“I-I was just h-heading home.. From the..” I gulp. “Fire”
He studies me, before nodding his head. Gently he tugs me toward his hut, giving me no choice to leave now and never look back. I don't know what it was but I allowed it. My stupid brain was unable to protest as he pulled me through his door. Immediately I'm met with the soft scent of fresh linen, a small candle lit in the corner of his room on his desk, a soft glow coming from his desktop that he was obviously using. The room was dark other than the flickering flame and bright neon lights that hung around the borders of his ceiling. His bed sat off in the corner, made perfectly with several pillows fluffed and untouched. In front of his bed on the floor was a beautifully crafted na’vi rug. With exquisite patterns and colors. It added a pop to his otherwise pristine room. My jaw hung as I took it all in, I knew he was sort of a control freak, but I didn't expect his living quarters to be so… clean. Young men like him don't usually give a fuck about how they lived. I knew there was something I liked about him.
“Here, sit” he says, gently guiding me to his desk chair. All back with a white headrest that had a hole in the middle. I do as I'm told as he puts his back to me, walking over to his bed to pull out a white box with a hospital logo on the front. I scrunch my brows.
“You have a human first aid kit?” I ask finally. Finding my voice after what felt like forever. He chuckles, walking over to me before kneeling on the ground in front of me. He gently grabs my hand once more, placing it on his thigh for support while he digs in the box for supplies.
“Yeah.. I know. It's frowned upon but, sometimes you just need a bandaid ya know?” He smiles up at me. His shiny white teeth set a trap in my heart. “Plus, I've never been one to follow the rules anyway”.
This was true, but it was also one of the reasons why I was attracted to him. Yeah, people will say “of course you're attracted to the bad guys”. But it wasnt that. He could do anything he felt his heart desired and not give two fucks about what anyone thought of it. Of him. It was inspirational really. I can feel the heat return to my core when he cleans my cut with an alcohol wipe, being extra gentle despite how large his hands were compared to mine. I sat silently as he tended to my wound, which was quite small if I might add. He finishes cleaning my cut as my eyes scan the rest of his room. It was so cozy here.
“All done” he says, rubbing the raised corner of the bandaid down on my skin. He doesn't look at me again as he gets up from his squatting position and puts the box back where it was stored. He turns back to me holding his hand out.
“I can walk you home if you want” I go to reach for his hand but the sound of thunder outside stops me, causing me to jump a bit in my seat. Lo’aks head snaps in the direction of his door before he returns his gaze to me, a big gummy smile plastered on his face.
“Or.. you can stay and wait out the storm?” I chuckle.
He’s so fucking hot.
“Wouldn't want you to get wet” he follows up. His expression changed briefly. He looked almost menacing, as if he had a plan. But I would be stupid to question it. My head drops, trying to hide my blushing cheeks but I think I was too late before he noticed. He walks over to me slowly, placing his thumb and index finger on my chin and bringing my face up to look at him. His once big and bright eyes were now narrow and flirtatious. I began to grow anxious that he could hear my heart that was now pounding against my chest. I clasped my hands on my lap, surprisingly keeping eye contact as he looked at me.
“You're more quiet than I imagined,” he observes. His voice low and barley above a whisper. He rubs his thumb against my bottom lip, his expression unchanging.
“I-I’m just a bit nervous… that's all”.
“Why?” he asks.
I gulp.
“I-I don’t know” his thumb moves from my lip to caress my cheek. I could feel the rough calluses from over the years rub against my soft skin.
“Am I making you nervous.. y/n?” He steps closer. My mouth was dry, my tongue smacked against the roof of my mouth when I opened it to respond. But nothing but a whimper escaped. Unable to find the words, I nod my head ‘yes’ my head tilting further back as he towered over me. His eyes never left mine as his hand leaves my face to brush my long hair over my shoulder.
“Cat got your tongue?” he whispers seductively. I started to like what was happening way too much. My eyes closed as his hand traveled down my neck, to my shoulder and eventually down my arm. He rubbed it up and down, only brushing his fingertips against me. It feels so good.
“I know,” he says. As if he could hear my thoughts. I kept my eyes closed, thinking for a moment that I was dreaming but they shot open when I felt his breath on my face and his hands sliding slowly in between my thighs. They snap open, I look down and then up at him.
“Lo’ak! Sto-”
“Shhh, it's just a little touch” his hands turn inward, gripping the insides of my knees, parting them. My breath hitched, short and staggered as I just sat and watched what was happening. Fuck it felt so good. I licked my dry lips, looking down as he caressed the insides of my thighs, I shifted in my seat as the wetness between my legs felt like it was going to seep out of my loincloth. My hands gripped the sides of his chair and I pushed my hips forward a bit. Aching to feel more. But I could tell by his tortuously slow touch, that he didn't plan on this being quick and easy. The tension in my shoulders worsened, my knuckles turned white as all the blood rushed to the tips of my fingers from the hard grip I had on his chair. My lips parted as small whimpers escaped out of my chest. I looked up at him briefly.
There was a hunger in his eyes, it was almost as if this was something that he's been waiting for. I mean, he was moaning my name less than twenty minutes ago. So really, it made too much sense. He had a crush on me. His hands left the insides of my thigh, gliding along the sides of my legs and finding his way to my ass. He gripped the soft flesh with his hands. Groaning in response to my whimper.
“Does it taste as good as it feels?” he asks. Lifting me off the chair in one fellow swoop before I could respond. I latch onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist. My dainty hands gripped his shoulders while he carried me over to his bed. I locked eyes with him as he lowered me down. He used one hand to hold himself up while the other stayed snug around my waist. My back touched the soft fabrics on his bed and he let go. Sitting back on his knees to take in the full sight of me. His stare gave me butterflies. I've had many men look at me but not like this. It was also an “I want to eat you alive” type of look but there was something different about the man that sat above me. While I knew that this was going to end with one or the both of us coming, i couldn't help but feel as if it meant more to him than a quick fuck. I could be delusional though. He rests his hand on top of my knee, parting my leg once more and bringing the other up to the side of my waist. I went to cover my chest but he removed my hands. Bringing them up to his mouth to kiss them.
“Don't you dare” he demands, suddenly placing my hands above my head. My breath halted in my chest as he lowered himself into me, brushing his lips along my jaw, running along my cheek and to my ear.
“I'm sick of imagining what you look like naked. I wanna see” he growls. Biting the soft flesh of my ear. I yelp, pushing my chest into him. A hot fire ignited from within, one that would take gallons upon gallons of water to put out.
His hands glided down my waist, his touch was like a hot blue flame that left trails of burning flesh in its path. I could feel my loincloth sticking to my sex from my juices. And my head spun with all the possibilities of how many ways this man was about to make me come. After all these years watching him from afar, I never thought I would be in his bed at this very moment. He leaves kisses along my jaw, placing one on the corner of my mouth before he begins to move down. My hands were glued to the sheets under me as he trailed kisses down the center of my chest, leaving my top on and kissing around the mounds of my breasts. I began to breathe heavily and he continued to move. When he reached my belly he looked up at me and smiled against my skin, taking his tongue to lick just a little bit. As if it were a teaser of what was to come.
His kisses were anything but sloppy, they were firm and wanting. The sound of his lips smacking against my skin made my head spin. I looked up at the ceiling, clenching the bedsheets around me as he reached the band of my loincloth. Continuing to pepper his kisses along the outside of it. I didn't know I was moaning softly until he sat up to look at me.
“Is she aching for me?” he hooks his finger under the fabric, tugging on it lightly. “Does the kitty wanna be licked?”
Oh my fucking god
I bite my lip, looking down at him and nodding my head. Far too aroused to use my words like a big girl. And as if it were the answer he was looking for, he peels my loincloth from my skin, a string of my juices connecting me to it. He smiles, taking in my wet pussy with his eyes.
“Good girl,” he says. Wasting no time to lower himself onto his belly.
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Lo’ak
Her pussy was so wet, I could smell it from here. This was probably the one thing I couldn't form in my thoughts. I knew I needed the real thing to even come up with a scenario to jerk off to. And now I have her. Here in my bed, naked from the waist down as her pussy drips onto my bedsheets. I'm never going to wash them (just kidding). I couldn't wait any longer, positioning myself on my belly and wrapping my hands around her thighs. I blew air over her pussy, making her shiver. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Her little hands gripped my sheets as she kept her eyes glued to the ceiling. A part of me was jealous of the ceiling above her. I wanted her to see what I was about to do.
“Look at me, y/n” I demand. Inching my face closer to her sex. With a shaky head she looks down, the muscles in her neck in the shape of a ‘v’ as she struggles to keep her head up in this position. She was sweating already, and I could tell she was turned on by the way her pussy swelled right before my eyes. I hold eye contact, lowering my head as I steal a lick against her clit. Her head falls back but she quickly looks back down, her mouth agape while small moans come out of her mouth. I could listen to that fucking sound all day. It was like music to my ears.
Dipping my head once more, I apply soft but firm kitty licks on her clit, keeping my eyes locked on hers. Her legs were trembling as she tried to close them shut but I held them open, forcing her knees to make contact with the bed under us.
I go down again, this time wrapping my lips around her clit and suck. And I suck hard. I want her shaking, to scream my name while I make her come in my mouth with my tongue. I was thirsty for it, starving like I haven't eaten in days. I couldn't stop the animal within, not with y/n’s pussy around my lips.This is what I've been waiting for.
She was so sweet, and tender and I gulped her down, taking in every ounce that he had to offer. I treated her clit like it was a fine piece of jewelry. Rolling in around on my tongue and applying the perfect amount of pressure where I know she needed it. My groans began to match her moans as she began to buck into my face. I guided her, moving my hands under her ass to push her pussy as far into my mouth as it could go.
“Lo’ak!” she screams.
“Yes baby, say my name” I thought to myself.
Since my mouth was too full to speak.
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“Lo’ak!” I shouted. Bucking my pussy against his tongue. I was so wet that I could hear my sex sloshing against his mouth. His tongue rolled perfect circles on my clit.
Sucking and licking.. Sucking and licking.
He was taking my breath away, grunting into me as we made a perfect melody together with our moans. I could feel myself getting close, trying to force my legs closed as the entrance to my pussy began to contract.
“Fuck.. I-I’m gonna come!” I declare. And I couldn't help it, I reached down, grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pushed his face further into me. His chin rested right at the entrance of my cunt and I rode his face all the way to my climax, releasing all over his nose and chin. I shook violently when I came. It's been a while and it was evident when he came up from between my legs, his chin, and neck glistening with my juices. He licks up what he can on his lips and places both hands on the sides of my waist, coming down and kissing me hard making me taste myself on him. I tasted so sweet.
Letting go of my lips with his, he leans up, pulling me with him as he straddles my legs around his waist. Working the strings to his loincloth. I look at him wide eyed. That wasn't it?!
