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one shot

neteyam sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: the omatikaya have a one in a while tradition that encourages couples of all kinds to participate in a special game of "hide and seek." after a bad argument with your mate neteyam, kiri suggests that both of you two join in. rekindle that spark. however, that's sweet innocence is quickly replaces by something hungry.

tags: NSFW , 18+ , MDNI , smut , primal / prey , hunting , feral , overstim kinda

a/n: gawd I really gotta finish all my series broooo. this isn't the best but I had to spit something out before the end of this week!!! would u believe me if I said I get 90% of my ideas from songs?

theme: runrunrun

Three days. Three days since you had refused to speak to Neteyam. The silence between you had grown heavy. The argument had started small. Something so small you didn't even care to remember. But it had spiraled fast. Words like reckless and controlling had entered the fight. You'd stormed off to your family's marui, refusing his attempts to follow. He hadn't pushed any further after the second night. That hurt worse.

Now the annual Rekindle Ceremony had made it's return once again. Every mated pair in the Omatikaya participated if they chose to. Hide and seek through the glowing forest at dusk, meant to be playful, intimate, a reminder of the chase that first bound you. That was the tradition.

Neteyam's sister, Kiri, had found you at the gathering near the fire, stopping you in your tracks. "You two need this," she'd said. "The ritual isn't just games. It's… remembering why you chose each other. Even when you're angry." She raised her brows with her ears at the last statement.

You'd wanted to argue and tell her you weren't angry but the words stuck. Kiri's certainty had a way of slipping past defenses. So you'd nodded and reluctantly agreed. "Fine."

Now dusk painted the canopy. Torches flickered along the ceremonial clearing. Mated women stood in a loose circle, tails swaying with nervous excitement, while their mates waited at the far end. Hunters trying to look casual.

Neteyam was the only one not pretending. You were unsure who convinced him to be here. Probably also Kiri.

He stood apart, arms crossed over his chest. No smile. No teasing tilt of his head. Just that steady, burning yellow stare that said he'd already mapped every escape route you might take.

One of the elders in charge of the ceremony stepped forward, arms raised, voice carrying over the excited whispers.

"Tonight Eywa reminds us: love is not gentle possession. It is pursuit. It is surrender. It is the chase that never truly ends." She lowered her hands towards the bundle of women. "Women-run. Let your mates remember what it means to earn you."

A ripple of laughter and delighted squeals as the other women scattered. Light steps, playful shrieks, darting between ferns and curtain vines. Most of them glanced back once or twice, giggling, teasing their pursuers with a sway of hips.

You didn't. You bolted. Full sprint. No glance back. Vines whipped your arms, moss burst under your feet. You didn't care about looking cute. This wasn't a game anymore. While others skipped and pranced around in hopes of being caught early, you tried to get as far as possible from the starting point. Maybe Neteyam would never find you and the forest would eat you.

One by one, you lost sight of the women in front of you and at your sides. They scattered easily, scurrying through the bushes and tangled roots. To give it an extra measure, you didn't stop till your calves burned. You stopped at a tree that had extra long vines to drape your figure. Catching your breath, you tried to listen carefully for the signal your time was up. The elders explained you had very little time to "hide" before the men would be allowed to start seeking shortly after.

Then you heard the signal: a single blow of a tusk horn. The hunt was on. You pressed deeper into the shadow of the hanging vines, heart hammering so loud you were sure it would give you away. You forced your breathing shallow, tail tucked tight, ears straining. It would be a while before Neteyam would find you. If he even could. Surely.

After a few minutes, you heard rustling which made you whip your head and ears in the exact direction. Laughter and the sound of crashing to the ground. People were already being caught. You started to wander around, slowly, cautious to not make much sound.

Another minute went by and you heard calling taunts of a man, possibly his mate's name. Then the forest went quiet again. Too quiet.

Your ears swiveled, searching. That's when you felt a sudden wave of impending doom fall over you. Like overwhelming dread that you couldn't quite pinpoint the cause of. Your breathing started to become rapid again, and you whipped your head in all directions. You were debating flight or fight. You could feel eyes on you. Not just watched. Hunted.

The dread coiled tighter in your gut. Primal instinct screaming that the predator had already closed in. Then the silence broke.

The rushed sound of someone running past as quietly as possible.

You spun around. Nothing. Just vines swaying gently where nothing should have moved. Then your feet started moving before you could think. So you ran. No thought. Just instinct. Legs pumping, vines slapping your thighs. You didn't care about direction anymore, only distance.

Then you heard the sound of footsteps just on your heel. You didn't dare look back. Because you already knew.

Your lungs burned. Thighs screamed. Still you pushed despite giving it all earlier. You lept across logs, ducked under tall roots. Before you realized it, the forest path you were running began to narrow and get tighter. You burst into a small, sheltered hollow: a natural cradle of roots and stone. No exit.

Just perfect.

You spun. Chest heaving. Ears pinned. Tail lashing. You waited for him to appear, like a shadow in the night.

Neteyam stepped into the hollow slowly. His chest rose and fell steadily, odd considering he was chasing you. His tail flicked, ears forward, eyes dark and predatory.

You backed up until your back met stone. No more running. Nowhere left.

"Got you," he said, voice low. Not playful. Not teasing. Contrast to the couples you heard earlier.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. "This was supposed to be a game."

He tilted his head, a slow, dangerous smile curling one side of his mouth. "You ran like it wasn't."

You sucked in your breath, caught in your own trap. Neteyam didn't move closer right away. He simply stood there, letting you take it all in. The sunlight that peeked itself through the cracks of the hollow traced the hard lines of his body.

"You think you can run from me?" His voice was quiet, almost conversationa. "After everything?"

Your tail lashed once, hard enough to brush the stone wall. "This isn't about us. This is just... the ritual." You jerked your chin in his direction.

He laughed. "Don't lie to me, yawne. Not tonight." He took one step. Then another. Slowly, like he had all the time in Pandora. "You didn't run like the others. You ran like someone that knows exactly what's coming."

Your ears flattened. Heat flooded your face, your chest. Anger, shame, something too close to want. "Maybe I just didn't want to be caught by you." You crossed your arms, turning your head away, but never tearing your eyes away from him.

Neteyam's eyes narrowed. He closed the last distance in one stride, caging you against the stone without touching you yet. His scent enveloped you. Sweat, forest, just him. The same scent that used to calm you now set every nerve alight.

"Too late for that," he murmured. One hand lifted, fingers brushing the underside of your jaw, tilting your face up. Possessive. "You ran. I chased. That's how it works." His thumb dragged across your lower lip. "So what's my next move?"

Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. "You tell me."

Neteyam's gaze dropped to your mouth, then lower. Eyeing the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the way your thighs pressed together like that could hide how turned you already were.

"My next move," he repeated, voice dropping, "is reminding you who you belong to."

He didn’t give you time to answer. His mouth slammed over yours. No asking permission. Just the taste of fury and three days of pent-up everything. You shoved at his chest once, half-hearted, and he caught both your wrists in one massive hand, pinning them above your head.

The other hand slid down your side, fingers catching the tie of your loincloth and ripping it free in one sharp tug. Cool morning air kissed aching skin. You broke the kiss with a protest. "Neteyam-"

"Quiet." His head hung next to yours, breath hot against your cheek. "You don't get to use that pretty mouth to argue anymore. Not after you shut me out for three fucking days."

He shoved a thick thigh between yours, forcing your legs apart. The muscle pressed right up against your cunt, and you couldn't stop the broken whimper that escaped.

"Look at you," he growled, dragging the hard length of him along your slit through his own loincloth. "So wet you're dripping on my thigh already. And you still want to pretend this is just a game? Huh?"

Your hips jerked forward before you could stop them. Shame burned hot in your cheeks. "I hate you right now."

"Good." He spit the word against your throat, teeth scraping over it. "Hate me while I fuck the attitude out of you."

He spun you around quickly, your hands flying flat against the stone wall, so your ass backed up perfectly onto him. One hand had a hold on the base of your kuru. The other quickly tore his own lion cloth away.

You felt him, thick, heavy, warm. Just nudging at your welcoming entrance. "Say it," he ordered. "Tell me you want this."

You clenched your jaw. Refused.

He spanked you. "Say. It."

Your nails scraped stone as you let out a harsh groan. "I want it," you hissed in frustration at your resolve breaking.. "I want you."

He forced himself inside with one hard stroke. A cry tore out of you. Too full. Too deep. Perfect. He didn't give you time to adjust. Just pulled almost all the way out and rammed back in, setting a rhythm that jolted your whole body forward with every thrust.

"You think you can run from me?" he snarled into your ear. "Think you can hide this tight little cunt from the man who claimed it?"

You couldn't answer. Could only moan. Shamefully.

His hand slid around to your front, rough fingertips finding your clit and circling hard. "Answer." He growled.

"I-I can't—" Another thrust, meaner. "I can't hide from you."

"Louder." His fingers pinched your clit, enough to make your knees buckle. Only his grip on your kuru and the arm banded around your waist kept you upright. "Let the whole fucking forest hear who owns this pussy."

You sobbed once. You mentally cursed yourself then forced the words out between gasps. "I can't hide from you! You own it-you own me-fuck-Neteyam!"

He rewarded you with a slow roll of his hips that dragged the thick head of his cock over that spot inside you craved. "That's right," he growled against your ear. "Say it again."

"You own me." The admission tasted bitter and relief all at once. "I'm yours."

"Good girl," he rasped. "My good, dripping little slut." Your walls fluttered helplessly around him, greedy despite the sting, despite the anger still simmering under your skin.

His fingers never left your clit. Ruthless little circles. Forcing pleasure higher until your thighs shook.

"You ran so hard," he murmured, lips brushing the tip of your ear. "Made me hunt. Made me earn it." Another deep, grinding thrust that punched the air from your lungs. "Now you're going to take every fucking drop I give you." You tried to nod. Couldn't quite manage it with his grip locked on your kuru.

He sped up. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed obscenely in the small hollow.Somewhere far off other couples were probably still laughing, still playing. Not you. Not him. This had turned into something different. Hungrier. The kind of claiming that left marks no one else would ever see.

Neteyam yanked your kuru back sharply, arching your spine, forcing your chest off the stone wall so your breasts scraped rough bark instead. You yelped, from pleasure or frustration, you weren't quite sure.

He felt the warm feeling pool in his stomach. Feeling his closeness, he needed to hear you to reach the finish line. "Again," he demanded against your mouth. "Tell me."

"You-own-me-" Each word was a gasp between his thrusts. "Yours-fuck-yours-" The hand that held your kuru tight released to grip your throat. "Louder."

"I'm yours!" You sobbed out. "Neteyam-please-need to-need to come-" Your nails scraped lines into the stone. Heat coiled viciously low in your belly, tighter and tighter until you were shaking apart.

"Come," he snarled. An order. "Come on my cock like the needy little thing you are. Show me you still know who you belong to."

And so you did, locking up into an arch to focus on the feeling. And then it exploded into a beautiful wave of pleasure that left your cheeks flushed. "Ohhh fffuck!" You cried out, jaw slack.

Your walls were desperately clamping down on him, encouraging him to spill out what your womb craved. So much so his rhythm stuttered. He fucked you through the heat of it, chasing every last tremor until your legs gave out completely and only his arm around your waist and the grip on your hip kept you upright against the stone.

"That's it," he rasped. "That's my good fucking girl-milking me like you need it."

You could only make noises in response, still involuntarily clamping down. He was still fucking you through it, getting closer and closer to his own release.

"Fuck-" he moaned right into your ear. "Gonna come-" And so he spilled into you, painting your insides a creamy white. He thrusted inwards, deep and hard slow strokes to ensure you were filled. He stayed seated, chest heaving against your spine. For just a second, as you both were regaining your breath, thinking he was done, he grabbed your kuru again, yanking you upwards. "You think we're done?"

You let out a shaky laugh that turned into a whimper of defeat. "Neteyam-" you whined.

"You ran," he reminded you, "Three days of silence. Three days of acting like I don't get to touch what’s mine." He gave a small roll of his hips. You hissed at the sensitive sensation. "We're not fucking finished until I'm sure you remember." He finally eased out, slowly. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, thighs trembling.

Neteyam spun you around again, rough, your back met stone once more. He dropped to one knee in front of you, hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, and buried his face between your thighs.

A choked moan escaped from you. His tongue was merciless. Lapping up the mess he'd just made, sucking your clit into his mouth, then fucking back inside you, hungry, like he was satrved. Claiming you twice over. You threaded shaking fingers into his braids, trying to pull him closer, trying to push him away because it was too much.

He growled against your cunt, the vibration shooting right into your spine, doubling you down. Your high was building up again, faster, and more rushed, but still equally as pleasurable. It exploded through your body, and right into his mouth. You cried, hips bucking helplessly as you rode out your orgasm. He graciously drank down everything you gave him.

When he finally rose, lips glossy, he didn't give you time to recover. He lifted you like you weighed nothing, hands under your thighs, pinning you against the stone. He entered you slowly, gently. This time he fucked you slower. Deeper. So slow you felt everything until your eyes rolled back.

"Look at me," he ordered.

You tried. Could barely focus.

He caught your chin. Forced it. "Eyes on me when I fill you again."

You obeyed.

He watched your face the entire time he built you both back up. Watched every flutter of your lashes, every hitch in your breath, every time your lips parted on a plea. When the third climax started coiling low in your belly, he leaned in until your foreheads touched.

"Say it one more time," he rasped. "Who do you belong to?"

"You," you whispered, voice cracking. "Only you."

He kissed you then, tasting of both of you, and thrust hard once, twice, and spilled again. His growl resonated deep in his chest.

You were unsure how long you would be in this cave, but you weren't complaining.

one shot

jake sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: in the next step of your bond with your husband comes children. after some failed attempts, he decides the only way to make it work is to be on you day and night.

tags: 18+ , MDNI , NSFW , smut , breeding , overstim kinda , not proof read

a/n: i wrote his during my chem lecture i lowk hope no one saw my laptop screen !

theme: freek'n you

Ever since your husband, Jake Sully, Toruk Makto sent every sky person back to their dying planet, your life couldn't be better. Yourself and every other na'vi were free from the fear they held every day and night from the RDA.

Peace fell over the people of the Omatikaya. No fear. You and Jake had claimed your place fully now, no more hiding, no more war. And with that peace came the next step to your better life.

You both wanted it. Children. Little ones with Jake's bravery. Your grace in their movements. Everyone seemed to know the determination you both had to make it happen. The clan elders smirked knowingly when you two disappeared for longer hunts.

Old aunties whispered to you with remedies. Drink this tea from crushed atokirina petals at dawn, lie with him under the Tree of Souls when the pollen is thick, eat the sweet fruit that readies the belly.

And Eywa knows just how many times he laid you down before Her.

The first time was gentle, with promises of a family. Jake worshiping every inch you, slow rolls of his hips, whispering promises into your skin as he filled you deep.

The second was hungrier, him pinning your wrists above your head, growling low in that voice, "Gonna put a baby in you, babygirl. Gonna make you swell for me."

But the days passed. No sign of any hope. Almost like the elders lied to you. So your husband had decided the only remedy that mattered was more of him. And he makes it a mission.

He was insatiable. Every little chance. Every off-second that the both of you had, you were glued to each other instantly.

The dawn light barely filtering through and he's already behind you. Chest pressed to your back, one big hand splayed over your stomach while the other guides his aching cock between your thighs. "Feel that?" he rasps. "That's for you. All for you. Gonna breed this pretty pussy till I see you show."

You gasp, arching as he sinks in slow but relentless, stretching you open the way only he can. He doesn't rush at first. Just deep, grinding rolls that make your toes curl. But then the feral edge creeps in. His grip tightens on your hip, fangs grazing your shoulder. He fucks you harder, the wet slap of skin echoing in the marui.

"Gonna fill you up again. Gonna pump you so full you'll be dripping me for days. Can't stop thinkin' about it... Your belly round, tits heavy, all mine."

You whimper his name. He flips you onto your stomach, yanks your hips up, and drives back in. Rough now. The way he pins you down, one hand fisted in your braids, the other rubbing frantic circles over your swollen clit until you clench around him.

He follows right after, hips stuttering, flooding you with heat until it spills out around where the two of you meet. He stays buried deep after, panting against your neck. "Stay like this. Let it take."

But there are no breaks with him.

Midday, gathering herbs near the river, he spots you bending over, loincloth riding up your thighs, and he's on you in seconds. He drags you behind a curtain of vines, shoves you against the bark, takes your leg around his waist. "Can't wait," he grits out, already hard. This time it's fast. Desperate and short brutal thrusts that make your breasts bounce and your breath catch at a loss for words and sounds. "Fuck. Look at you. Takin' me so good. Gonna give you what you need."

You claw at his shoulders, moaning into his mouth as he kisses you sloppy and deep. He comes with a groan, grinding in slow to push every drop deeper. "That's it, baby. Take it all."

Night falls and he's no better.

The clan is gathered around the ceremonial fire, sharing stories, but Jake's hand is already under your loincloth. Fingers teasing your slick folds while everyone seems not to notice. You bite your lip to stay quiet. He leans in against your ear. "Later. When they're all sleep. I'm gonna eat this pussy till you cry, then fuck you on all fours till the stars spin."

And so he keeps his word. In the darkest hour of the night, Jake wakes you with his mouth. Just the warm, wet slide of his tongue parting your folds like he's starving and you're the only thing that can feed him.

You stir awake with a gasp, thighs instinctively going to close around his head. He's got your legs hooked over his broad shoulders, strong hands pinning your hips so you can’t squirm away. Not like you wanted to anyway.

He groans against your cunt like the taste of you is better than anything he has tasted. Long licks from your entrance to your clit, then he sucks, drawing the swollen bud between his lips until your back bows off the sleeping mat.

"Jake-!" You cry, head tossing back as you try not to jerk your hips away.

He pulls back just enough to speak, lips glistening. "Shhh, baby. Don't wake the whole damn clan. Not yet." Then he dives back in, tongue spearing inside you, fucking you with it while his nose grinds against your clit. One thumb circles the tight ring of your ass. Just teasing, just enough to make you clench. You're shaking. Already so close from the way he's ravishing you. He knows exactly when you're about to break.

He pulls off with a lewd pop, climbs up your body in one motion, and notches himself at your entrance before you can even catch your breath. "Look at me," he growls.

Your eyes find his in the dim moonlight that fights its way through the sheer netting of your tent. He's beautiful like this. Completely fucked up for just you.

He sinks in slow. So slow you feel every part of him as he stretches you open again. Your walls flutter around him, still sensitive from earlier. Still slick with his come and your own arousal.

"Fuck, baby," he breathes, head dropping to his chest. "You're so goddamn wet for me. Still full of me from this morning. Feel that? How slippery you are? That’s my come still inside you. Gonna add more. Gonna keep you so full you'll never be empty again."

Your body has a reaction to his dirty words, and you feel yourself clenching around him with need.

He starts moving. Long strokes that drag every self of him along your fluttering walls. Loving the way your body sucks him back in like it never wants to let go.

"Goddamn, baby," he groans, voice rough and, hips rolling in deep. "This pussy's greedy for me. Grippin' me so tight-like she knows what she wants. Knows I'm gonna breed her full again."

You whimper in response, nails digging into his biceps. He's so deep it feels like he's touching something sacred inside you.

He leans down, teeth grazing your throat. "Say it," he murmurs against your skin. "Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need."

Your voice comes out breathless. "I need-you-Jake-need you to fill me. Need your baby in me. Please-breed me-make me yours like that-"

He groans at your words and he pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in so hard your whole body jolts. That's when his gentle facade falters.

He flips you onto your knees, chest to your back, one massive arm head locking you to keep you arched just right. His other hand grips your hips. This position has you right pressed up against him.

"Fuck yes," he growls, hips snapping forward. "That's my good girl. Takin' it so deep. Gonna fuck a baby right into this tight little cunt. Gonna make sure it sticks this time."

The wet sound of him pounding into you fills the void. Skin slapping skin, your slick coating his thighs. He's vocal, so fucking vocal, every thrust punctuated by his dirty praise.

"Look at you, baby-fuckin' soaked. Drippin' down my cock. You love this, don't you? Love when I use you like this. Love knowin' I'm gonna pump you so full you'll be leakin' me for days."

"Jake-oh Eywa-Jake-!" You cry, arms hanging loosely at your sides.

He reaches around, rough fingers finding your clit and rubbing fast, merciless circles. "Come for me, baby. Come on my cock. Milk me. Squeeze every drop out."

Your body obeys his command before your mind can catch up. Your walls spasm hard around his thick length, clamping down in tight, pulses that drag a guttural curse from deep in his chest.

"Fuck-yes-there it is-fuckin' milk me, baby-take it all-" He doesn't slow down a second. If anything, he fucks you harder through your climax, chasing the way your cunt squeezes, milking him dry. His fingers never leave your clit.

You're a mess. Tears streaking your cheeks, tail lashing wildly. Every snap of his hips forces more slick out around his cock, dripping hot down your thighs.

"Gonna come-shit-gonna fill this greedy little pussy again-gonna breed you so deep-!" His rhythm stutters, hips slamming forward one last time as he buries himself. You feel the thick pulse of his cock as he unloads. Heavy spurts flooding, painting your insides until there's nowhere left for it to go. It spills out around him, marking you from the inside out.

He keeps rocking slowly, pushing it all in while he pants against your neck. "Stay-fuck-don't move, baby. Keep it all in. Let my seed do its job."

You're trembling, still unintentionally clenching weakly around him like your body refuses to let go. His arm loosens from around your throat, sliding down to cradle your stomach instead. Big palm splayed wide.

"Feel that?" he whispers. "That's me. Still inside you. Gonna stay like this till morning if I have to. Till you're so full it's leaking out every time you move."

"Mamaaaaa! I asked you a question!!" Your daughter Iska tugged on weaving you were working on disrupting your thoughts.

You shook your head, looking back down at her. "Uh, what was your question again?" You said, giving a sheepish smile.

She puffed up her cheeks and crossed her arms. "I said, where did I come from?"

"Well…" you started, patting the woven mat beside you so Iska could climb up into your lap. She climbed in eagerly, settling against your chest, little hands clutching the beaded necklace Jake had made you years ago.

"You came from me and your daddy," you said simply, brushing a braid behind her pointed ear. "From the love we have for each other. From the way Eywa braided our souls together."

Iska tilted her head, clearly not satisfied. "But how?"

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. "Ma 'ite, I'll tell you when you're ready."

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one shot

part 2

aged up!olo'eyktan!aonung x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: it's time to deliver the first heir of the olo'eyktan.

tags: childbirth (NOTHING GRAPHIC) , kinda emotional , comfort

a/n: not my best work, but I really felt like I wanted to write something like this knowing how aonung is a bratty kid and just wondering how he'll be as a father.

theme: beautiful boy & tough little boys

Your sleep was cut short in the very early morning much to your dismay. You rose from your sleeping mat and clutched your swollen stomach, letting out a quiet sigh. However, not quiet enough to not stir up your sleeping husband.

Aonung blinked to life, rising up slowly next to you. "Is everything okay?" He groggily reached for the hand that you had covering your stomach. The panic in his voice was evident despite how sleepy he sounded.

"Yes." You whispered starting to get up. "I just need... to breathe..." You walked over to the open entrance of your marui, the dark night sky dimly illuminating your teal skin. You were just about to walk out from the entrance when you stumbled, and caught yourself on the frame of the doorway.

Aonung didn't hesitate and immediately jumped up from the sleeping mat to balance you, one hand on your lower back and the other at your stomach. "What is it? What's wrong? Is it the baby?" He rambled on, the panic in his eyes getting worse every second you didn't respond.

"It's fine I just..." You folded over yourself a little, the sharp pain digging into your lower stomach far back into your spine. A loud groan escaped from your throat as you struggled to find words to say. "Okay... yeah, maybe it is the baby." You mustered a small smile, looking at Aonung.

Aonung released his hold on you immediately. "Okay. Great." Aonung turned around, digging around the baskets in the marui as if he knew what he was looking for. "What do you need? Does it hurt a lot? Do I need to get the midwives? I should probably bring this. And this. And this. And what do you need? I think I need this. I need-"

"Aonung," you whispered, walking over to where he was crouched over, "Relax, please. It will still be a little longer before the baby gets here." You placed a hand on his tense shoulder.

"You're right." He sighed, dropping everything. "I'm just a little, nervous I guess." He shook his head.

"It's okay to be. I sure am." You said, tenderly massaging the area on his shoulder.

A couple of hours later, the village was finally awake. Every village woman, old and young, worked hand in hand to ensure you're comfortable. They walked you around the village, and escorted you to every spot you desired. Others helped prepare the sacred cave pool in which you would be having your delivery.

Aonung was never too far behind from your group of escorts, awkwardly trailing behind the focused ladies, unsure whether he should be here with you at all. You insisted that he come with, that you didn't want to go through this alone. And he did his best to stick to his promise that he would be there through it all.

Your painful contractions came in quicker now, longer, with shorter breaks. The village women prepared you quickly for your birth. They dressed you in a massive beautiful woven top that draped over your shoulders, and expanded in the water. They decorated your curls with sea shells, and dried starfish, all in beautiful iridescent colors. They had woven long strands of glowing sea fans and pearl-strung vines into your gown to symbolize each milestone in your life. One shell in particular, came from Tsireya herself. One that her mother wore when she gave birth. And last but not least, a large red shiny scale Aonung gifted you when he first courted you.

The time to deliver came shortly after. The midwives helped you into the shallow warm water of the cave. The woven ceremonial top floated around you like petals in the water. Aonung's red scale hung loosely near your chest, right on top of your heart, like a talisman of Aonung's first promise. Your hair floated gently behind you, like rich seaweed rolling in from the tide.

The whole clan had arrived to watch the birth of the Olo'eyktan's first heir. Many midwives of all ages knelt next to you in the water, some holding your legs back, and others holding various instruments and woven blankets. Aonung was not far behind, infact he knelt right at your side, still unsure of his placement, and what he should be doing at this moment.

The midwives chants and gentle words of encouragement filled the atmosphere like strong confidence you needed. The resonant songs of the nearby tulkun sent vibrations through the warm water, like a living blessing from Eywa herself.

Aonung watched intently, searching your face for discomfort, and also trying to steady himself and keep from panicking. The last thing he wanted to do was freak you out with him. The water lapped at his chest, and his tail flicked anxiously under the water.

You let out a pained groan, hunching forward. The midwives encouraged you to breathe again, take a moment to collect yourself. You instinctively turned to face your husband, and reached out a hand for him to take.

He didn't hesitate a second, instantly taking your hand in his, letting you squeeze it as hard as you needed, and the other placed behind your back. "I'm here." He spoke, a slight waver in his voice. "Whatever you need, I'm here." His eyes were full of plea and excitement, kind of like he was on the verge of crying.

"Just- be here, please." You gasped, clutching his hand harder. "Of course. I won't go anywhere." He scooted closer to you, the water sloshing around him and in the process splashing the midwives, in turn they all gave him a hard stare.

Ronal, standing just in front of you led the prayers and invited others to join her. The midwives around you: some holding your legs with gentle firmness, others ready with woven cloths and beads, all moved with you, at your own pace. An elder woman whispered encouragement to you, reminding you that the sea carried every na'vi child from the womb into Eywa's embrace.

The pain sharpened once more, more than ever before. You hunched over again, a guttural moan escaped your throat. Your tulkun sister returned your call with a gentle vibration deep within her heart. Her own calf swam idly under her motherly fin.

You squeezed Aonung's hand with such intensity he almost cried. You then turned to look at him. "I-I can't... Aonung, im scared." You whispered, almost crying.

His heart pinched at your silent confession. The fear in your voice was enough to let the tears roll down his face, but he had to be strong, for himself, and for you. He shifted closer to you, so much so that his chest was pressed up right to your shoulder, and he brought your joined hands right up to his heart so you could feel how fast it was beating.

"Hey." He murmmered, his voice was low and steady despite his own anxiousness he hid. He tilted his head downwards to touch foreheads. "Look at me." He whispered.

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes to meet his. Yours glassy with pain and unshed tears that threatened to fall. "You're not alone. I'm here. I'm scared too, terrified even." He gave a small smile. "But we are doing this together, for the baby. You've carried them this far. If anyone can bring them into the world, it's you."

A fresh contraction rolled through your body again before you could answer him. You curled forward again with a sharp cry, ears pinning and fangs peeking through your lips. Aonung moved with you, supporting you through loving kisses and a firm hand on your back.

You groaned, letting your head fall back onto your shoulders. "Wow, you make it look easy..." Aonung commented, but stopped himself short when you shot him the hardest glare you could.

You rode the pain down, trembling, and when it stopped, you slumped on Aonung's chest, ragged breathing tearing through your tired lungs. "I've got you." He trembled, "I've got you."

Another contraction built up again, faster, and fiercer this time. The midwives gathered closely once more, and gave gentle commands. Push when you felt it, and rest when you didn't. Aonung whispered sweet nothings into your ear, never letting you go, like you might drift too far if he did.

The final surge of pain hit like nothing before. So you gave it everything you could. You keeled forward, clutching the backs of your thighs and letting a powerful cry tear from your throat.

Then- relief. A warm rush of lightness fell over your body. Ronal caught your baby gently in the water before lifting him just enough to breach the surface for his first breath. He broke the surface with a fierce and startled cry that hushed any who spoke.

The cave then erupted in joyful sound, utliating sounds coming from each person, and the welcoming trill of the tulkun that surrounded the pool. Your own tulkun sister singing her own heart song to welcome your new baby.

Aonung just stared, frozen in place. Ronal placed your baby in your arms, connecting both yours and your son's kurus. You felt the thumping heartbeat of your tiny son through the shared connection, all his fear simmered down the moment he felt your warmth and love through the shared bond. Tears rolled down your face as you smiled down at your bundle of joy.

Aonung still hadn't moved. His hand that held you now trembled. Slow tears spilled from his eyes. He was no longer that boy that teased you, that you used to sneak out to see late at night. He was a man, a father. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, and opened it again after swallowing. Finally he managed to speak, "...ours?"

"Yes." You whispered, taking your baby's hand in your finger. "Ours."

Ronal smiled after letting out a sigh, pressing a hand to your arm, whispering a sweet blessing, letting you enjoy the tender moment.

Aonung reached out slowly, cautiously as if he might break him if he moved the wrong way. His palm engulfed almost the entirety of his son, who wiggled at the feel of his warm hand. Aonung drew in a shaky breath to stop himself from sobbing. "I... I was so scared. I'm so proud of you. You did this, all by yourself." He spoke, hand trembling over his baby.

"No." You whispered. "You had just as much of this as anyone here. I am thankful." You grabbed his hand with your free hand, stroking it with your thumb.

Aonung smiled, placing a small kiss to your temple. "He's got your eyes." He said, idly tracing circles on your lower back. Those sea-glass eyes Aonung got lost in the moment he first laid eyes on them. "He's got your cute nose. I think he looks a lot like you." You booped the baby's nose softly, earning a little babble from him.

Aonung gave a small laugh. "Great. Another one of me. The reef is doomed."

You giggled, holding your son closer to your chest. "Yue." You whispered. "His name is Yue (meaning "inner beauty")."

"Yue. My beautiful boy." Aonung then leaned in to kiss you and Yue on the head. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you both."

You lifted Yue enough for Aonung to get the intention you wished for him to hold his son. And Aonung finally found the courage to lift his son into his arms. He did it with the same tenderness and gentleness he first did when he placed that red scale into your hair.

Yue fussed a little, then calmed again once he felt the warmth of his father's chest, placing a tiny palm up against the warm skin. Aonung shuddered, fighting back tears, but failing miserably to do so. He had never felt such emotions before. "I don't know how to be a father," he admitted in the smallest voice you'd ever heard from him. "I've led hunts. I've faced akula. I’ve stood before the entire clan and spoken words I barely believed myself. But this…" He swallowed. "This is bigger than all of it."

You smiled, tearing up yourself at Aonung's heartfelt confession. "It's okay." You whispered, bringing a hand to his arm.

"I promise you," he whispered to his son, "I will protect you. I will teach you the currents and the songs and the names of every fish in the reef. I will embarrass you in front of your friends when you're older, and I will hold you when the world feels too big. And I will never, never, let anything take you from me. My beautiful boy."

Yue began to doze off at that, nuzzling his head deep into his fathers arms. "Goodnight Yue. See you in the morning. Bright and early."

one shot

aonung x fem!sully!omatikaya!reader

summary: when moving to awa'atlu with your family, It was like leaving your culture behind. you had to get used to the materials provided for you there. it got harder and harder to maintain your hair, jealous of the other native women here and how they were just able to let their hair loose. your boyfriend decides to take it up on himself to learn how to do your hair despite having a completely different hair type.

tags: sfw , fluff , comfort

a/n: i love this sm it made me so happy proof reading teehee

theme: the blonde

Getting accustomed to the ways of the Metkayina was easier said than done. You had to be an excellent diver, a master breath holder, able to tame and ride any ocean mount, learn the ways they knotted their fishing nets, which coral was venomous and which ones weren't. It was all too similar to learning the forest as a baby. But you weren't. You were an adult. Relearning the world.

Worst of all, it was a challenge to do your hair. Sure, it was kept in braids, but as your time here on Awa'atlu grew longer, so did your hair, which meant rebraiding once in a while. Unfortunately for you, the village women were not too knowledgeable on how to tame your small spirals and coils your head sprouted. Some tried. It ended with a shell comb tangled in your head for six hours and a painful scrub of sea salt to get it out.

They did not have the special tools the Omatikaya had that was just right for their hair type. Special salves. Picks to comb through the dense hair. You always complained to anyone who listened.

"Why is it fair for them to let their hair loose while mine remains messy and untamed?" You sulked, crossing your arms. You were admiring a woman who had her long loose curls cascading down her back with delicate shells laced through different strands.

Kiri sighed. "You are perfect the way you are, sister. Who do you need to change for?" She placed a hand on your shoulder with a smile.

You narrowed your eyes. "Nevermind." You said, upset at her lack of understanding. How could she? Her hair was perfectly straight and wavy in all the right places. Perfect for every hairstyle possible.

Aonung always had an earful about it. There was never a time you two were alone together that he didn't hear you complain about your hair. And how unfair it was that he could have both braids and loose curls. Or how his mother's and Tsireya's hair looked to full and beautiful in their delicate hairstyles.

"You're still sulking about this?" Aonung rolled his eyes for the one millionth time.

"Yes," you said quickly, "And I'll never stop."

While he did find it annoying, he admitted it was a little heartbreaking the way you tried your best to mimic the common hairstyles the women in Awa'atlu flaunted. It wasn't horrible. It just wasn't you.

"Why must you wish to be like the rest of them? You are special, uniquely you." He said softly, reaching a hand to one of the intricate beads in your hair, twisting it between his fingers.

You turned your face away from his to hide the blush that was creeping up on you. "What if I wanted to be traditional for you?" You mumbled, looking up at him through your lashes. Innocent, adorable.

Aonung's fingers paused on the bead he'd been toying with. He let out a slow breath, almost a laugh. "You think I want you to change?"

You both stopped walking since he placed both his hands on your upper arm and crouched to your eye level. You started to look away again, but he tilted your chin back up.

"I don't want traditional. I like you." He said, eyes scanning your face.

"But..." you started, voice small. "The other women-"

"Are not you," he cut in. "I won't hear any of it."

You sighed angrily, but your smile said otherwise. "Skxawng." You pushed him away with your hand to his chest.

Aonung took into account every word you said. He saw how desperately you truly wanted to fit in to his culture. He knew that if it were the other way around, he would do exactly the same. So he did the next best thing.

The Sully marui was calm with just the distant chatter of Neytiri, Tuk, and Kiri. Yourself and the boys went adventuring somewhere on the reef. Lo'ak insisted he found something interesting he just had to show you the second he saw it.

Aonung stopped just short of the entrance of the marui, sucking in a deep breath. More than half of your family had thought he was a big jerk after the whole scandal with Lo'ak. And when your family first found out Aonung had been courting you behind their back. Well. Let's say they weren't too overjoyed. He exhaled sharply through his nose. This was going to be awkward. But he wasn't here for their approval today. He was here for you.

He ducked inside, keeping his posture respectful. Tail low, ears slightly back in deference. Neytiri noticed him first. She paused mid-motion, herbs in hand, golden eyes flicking up to meet his.

"Aonung," she said flatly. No warmth, no welcome. Just his name.

He dipped his head. "I come to ask for your help, Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite."

She didn't move. Tuk peeked around her sister's leg, while Kiri glanced up from her weaving.

"Help?" Neytiri echoed. "That is a first." She turned back to the cooking fire, dropping herbs into the pot before standing up to greet him properly.

Aonung held his ground, though every instinct screamed to back away from the storm that was Neytiri. He swallowed once, then spoke clearly. He hated every second of this. He was glad it was only your sisters and not your brothers. They would surely skin him. "I would not come here if it were not important."

Neytiri crossed her arms, waiting. Aonung took a short breath. "It's about your daughter. Her hair... She tries to wear it like my people, but it never holds the way she wants. She complains about it everyday." He shaked his head with a smirk, but after seeing Neytiri's unchanging expression, he immediately straightened.

Kiri set her weaving aside completely now, turning to face them. "It is true, mother."

Neytiri said nothing for a long beat. Then she exhaled through her nose. "You think you can do better?"

Aonung barely met her eyes. "I think I can learn to do it the way she needs. The way it was done in the forest. For her."

Another silence. Tuk rocked forward onto her knees. "Can he do mine?" She tilted her head, braids falling onto her face. Neytiri glanced down at her youngest, then back to Aonung.

She walked to the storage mats without another word and knelt. From a small sealed basket she withdrew the bone pick, and the familiar clay jar of salve, still carrying the faint scent of forest herbs. She set them down in front of her

"Tuk," she said simply. Tuk scrambled over and sat cross-legged between them, back straight, tail flicking in excitement. Neytiri knelt behind her daughter and motioned for Aonung to sit.

"Watch closely," she said. "And do exactly as I show you. If you hurt her, even just a little, I will know." She didn't even turn to look at him as she said it. Aonung just swallowed down his fear.

She began. Her movements were slow, almost meditative. "Never pull from the root first. Always start at the ends." She spoke, instructing with her fingers. "Feel with your fingers before the pick touches. If it resists, stop. Back out. Section smaller." She demonstrated on a small tangle, teasing it apart with the pick. Then she handed the pick to Aonung. "Show me."

He glanced at Neytiri, nervous, but he took it carefully. The first attempt was clumsy, too much tugging, a small wince from Tuk.

"Too hard," she complained instantly. She let out a "gah" and ripped the tool from Aonung's hands who looked absolutely dumbfounded. Neytiri corrected his mistake, then handed him back the pick. "Lighter."

He adjusted. The second attempt was better. By the fourth, his fingers moved with more confidence in what he was doing. Still not perfect, but careful. Neytiri watched every motion. When they reached the salve, she scooped a small dollop into her palm, rubbed her hands together, then worked it through Tuk's hair in slow circles.

"Too much weighs it down. Too little and the strands fly loose. Feel the texture change. It should soften, not slick." Aonung copied her exactly. Tuk sighed happily, sinking into the touch. "That feels nice." Neytiri didn't smile, but she didn’t stop him either.

When Tuk's hair was half-finished, she finally eased and sat back to let him work. "You have patient hands when you choose to use them." Aonung let out a sheepish smirk, then continued his work without word.

"Practice more. On Tuk." She tilted her head to the side, watching his careful hands.

Aonung finally looked back at her, "I will honor what you've taught me. Thank you, Neytiri."

The next few days blurred into routine practice. Tuk turned into a demanding teacher insisting on, "looser twists," "no boring braids." Every mistake was an immediate "Ow!" or "Do it again!" But each lesson made his hands surer. He learned the rhythm: section, detangle, salve, braid, bead.

Soon enough, he was confident enough he didn't need feedback. So when he saw you sitting on the lifted pathway of your marui, struggling with a large dollop of salve in your hair, pick between your teeth, he decided to show off his hard earned skills.

"Still struggling?" Aonung sat beside you, feet dangling below where yours did too. You turned to look at him, a handful of your hair in one hand, the other reaching for more salve. A large whiny exhale left your throat through your teeth. You looked on the verge of crying because your hair wouldn't cooperate. Taking the pick out of your mouth you spoke, "I'm so close to just going bald at this point."

Aonung gave a small laugh. "Amusing as that would be, no." Aonung reached over, plucking the pick from your fingers before you could stab it back into your scalp. He set it aside with the jar of salve.

"Stop fighting for one minute," he murmured. "Let me."

You let him take the lead, puzzled. "Let you?" You turned your head so he could work on the coils. "I'm surprised you know anything about hair."

Aonung scoffed, parting your hair gently, already sectioning off some pieces. "Have you seen these curls?" He accentuated, tossing his head back, his own beautiful hair swaying gently with the movement.

You giggled. "Whatever. Try if you must, but if you pluck even one strand off my head, you're going in with the akula."

Aonung puffed out air. "Impossible but noted."

You immediately tensed your shoulders, preparing for tugging and brutal pain to your scalp. But interestingly, he was gentle, careful, and detangling from the bottom, not the top. Not to mention, expertly sectioning off your hair. "How...?" You said, holding the parts of your hair he instructed you to hold as he parted the rest.

He didn't answer right away. Instead he scooped a small amount of your salve, rubbed it between his palms the exact way Neytiri had shown him, then worked it through your hair, gently. Then he stopped to face you, pulling your head gently to the side, "What do you want tonight?" You blinked. "What?"

"Hair style," he clarified, ears flicking back slightly. "Half-up? Full braids? Loose with beads? Tell me." You stared at him for a long second, processing. After you took a few seconds too long to answer, he pulled out a pouch from beside him. "I also collected these." He poured out a handful of pretty shells into his palm.

Your ears perked forward as you caught the sight of the beautiful iridescent shells. You looked from the shells to his eyes. "You... gathered these?"

"I collected them," he said simply. "Thought they might look good. With your hair." He glanced at your face, gobsmacked. He cleared his throat, ducking back from your view. You closed your mouth, and replied. "Half-up," you whispered, returning neutral, but still skeptical. "Small braids along the top... use the shells. The rest loose. Please."

He nodded and got to work. His hands moved with confidence now sectioning the crown into neat rows, braiding each one small and tight enough to hold through a swim but loose enough not to pull at your roots. Every few braids he paused to thread in a shell and bead. The rest he left free. He used his fingers to coax the coils into definition. Gentle scrunching, light separation, so they bounced and framed your face instead of sticking outward. When he finally leaned back, he let out a slow breath. "Done."

You leaned toward the water, the surface calm enough to mirror you perfectly. The reflection made tears prick into the corners of your eyes. Your hair was perfectly styled, slick braids going down the top half of your head, laced with tiny shells with beads, then perfectly poofed out at the ends. Not forced into something new. Just uniquely yours.

You turned fast, and threw your arms around his neck before he could brace himself. He caught you with a grunt of surprise, arms coming around your waist to steady you both.

"Thank you," you mumbled into the crook of his neck. "You have no idea-"

"I do," he said quietly, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head. "I understand now. And I wanna make you happy."

You pulled back just enough to look at him. He looked softer. Not tense. Not afraid of what anyone had to say.

"So you went to my mother," you said, laughing. "You let her threaten you. For hair."

"For you," he corrected, thumb brushing your upper cheek. "Hair's just the start. I want all of you comfortable here. Happy here. Nothing I want more than that."

You hugged him again, tighter.

one shot

loak sully x fem!metkayina!reader

summary: lo'ak is always complaining about his 'alien' features. you decide to prove to him that it's all in his head.

tags: 18+ MDNI NSFW , smut , fingering , overstim , hand hyperfixation

a/n: well this was kinda 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 guys pls comment I feel like I'm writing for bots here </3

theme: not around

You can't count the amount of times Lo'ak complained to you about his "alien" or "demon" features. His extra finger, the hair on his brows, his slightly smaller features.

You couldn't understand why. You explained to him multiple times already that you didn't care where he came from or what he looked like, you loved him for him.

But boy did you love his hands.

The way his veins popped out when he gripped his knife. Or how his long fingers, five of them, not four, curled so perfectly around the handle of an ilu rein, knuckles whitening with focus as he cut through the water beside you. You'd watched him for months now, the way he flexed those hands unconsciously when he was frustrated, or how they trembled just slightly after a fight with his father.

He hated them. Called them proof he'd never belong. But to you, they were beautiful. More capable. And Eywa help you, they made heat coil low in your belly every time he touched you.

Tonight was too much the same. Lo'ak sat on the woven mat you'd dragged out here, knees drawn up, staring at his open palms like they'd betrayed him.

"I just wish I fit in more. That I was normal." He grumbled.

You shifted closer until your thigh pressed to his. "Nothing is wrong with you, Lo'ak." You said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He sighed, shoulders slumping as he flexed his fingers again, spreading them wide, then curling them into a loose fist.

You reached for his hand, the one closest to you, and lifted it gently between both of yours. His palm was large, warm, roughened in all the right places. The faint raised lines where veins threaded beneath the surface like rivers under moonlight.

You turned his hand over slowly, cradling it like something sacred. "I love this hand," you murmured. You traced the longest vein first, the one that ran from the inside of his wrist, up the center of his palm, branching toward the base of his middle finger.

Lo'ak flicked his eyes from your face, back down to where your fingers were caressing him.

You kissed the center of his palm first. Open-mouthed, slow. Then you moved to the base of his thumb, pressing a wet, lingering kiss there before dragging your lips along the thick pad. When you reached the tip, you sucked the pad between your lips, tongue swirling once.

His fingers twitched hard. He exhaled heavily through his nose.

You didn't stop. You kissed each knuckle in turn. Index, middle, ring, pinky. Letting your teeth graze the skin just enough to make him intake a breath each time. When you reached the extra finger, the pinky he despised, you lingered. You circled the tip with your tongue, then took it fully into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked like you were savoring the very thing he hated most.

"Fuck-" His voice cracked. "You're-"

"Appreciating." You whispered against his skin. “The part of you that makes you different. I love it."

You guided his hand down. Past the beaded necklace that rested between your breasts. Over the curve of your ribs. Lower, until his fingertips brushed the thin strip of your loincloth where it tied at your hip.

You tugged the knot loose with trembling fingers. The cloth slipped away. You spread your thighs wider, hooking your left ankle over his right shin so he had no choice but to see everything.

His golden eyes dropped. Pupils blown so wide the iris was only a thin ring. He stared at where you glistened for him.

"Touch me with it," you said. "With all of it."

He hesitated for half a second, then something else took over. His hand slid between your thighs, palm cupping your entire sex in one possessive hold. The heel of his hand pressed firmly against your clit, rocking in a slow, grinding circle that made your hips jerk up off the mat.

"So wet," he rasped. "Just from touching my hands?"

"Always," you confessed, shameless. "Everytime I see them, I think of how badly I want them inside me. It pains me to see how much you hate them. So I want to show you how badly I love them. And you."

A growl rumbled in his chest. He decided he was going to give you the best fingering you've ever had.

He parted your folds with his index finger first, dragging his fingertip up and down, gathering your slick, and pushing inside. He did it all watching your face, cataloging every flutter of your lashes.

Your walls fluttered around the intrusion immediately. Lo'ak exhaled through his teeth, eyes locked on your face memorizing the exact shape your lips made when they parted.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough. "Look at how easily you take me already."

He didn't rush. Instead he curled his finger upward, dragging the pad along your front wall until he found that spongy patch that made your thighs twitch. He pressed there gently, while his thumb drifted up to rest feather-light over your clit, barely touching.

Your hips rolled instinctively, chasing more. He smiled. Dangerously pleased, and added his middle finger.

The second digit slid in alongside the first, stretching you wider. You felt every detail. He scissored them once, spreading you open inside, then curled both fingers together in that same hook, pressing harder against that perfect spot. Your back arched off the mat. A whimper slipped out before you could catch it.

"There she is," he whispered, thumb finally circling your clit. "That's my girl. Let me hear you."

He pumped them now. Long, measured strokes. Pulling almost all the way out then sliding back in deep. Slick sounds filled the quiet night. Each time he bottomed out, the heel of his palm mashed gently against your clit.

Your breathing turned ragged. Heat coiled tighter in your belly with every careful, worshipping stroke.

He watched you the entire time. Golden eyes dark, focused, drinking in every flutter of your lashes, every tiny roll of your hips. "You're so beautiful like this," he said softly. "Trusting me. Letting me feel how much you want this. Want me."

Without breaking rhythm he added his ring finger. Three now.

The stretch burned sweetly. Fuller, more overwhelming. Your walls clenched hard around the added width. He groaned low in his throat at the way you sucked him deeper.

Then he moved again.

Slower this time—deeper—curling all three fingers upward on every upstroke, battering that spot with relentless, patient precision while his thumb never left your clit, rubbing in perfect, tight circles that made sparks dance behind your eyelids.

Your thighs trembled. Your hands flew to his forearm, nails digging in, not to stop him, but to anchor yourself as pleasure built.

"Lo'ak-" His name came out pleading.

"I've got you," he promised, voice soft. Every touch controlled, every movement for your pleasure. "Just feel it. I'm not stopping until you come apart for me."

You felt his fingers spreading slightly inside you on the downstroke, stretching you open, then curling tight on the way back in.

And then finally, he gave you the fourth. His pinky, the one he hated, the one you adored, slid in alongside the others.

The stretch was intense. Borderline too much, and yet your body opened for him like it was made to. You cried out, hips bucking up to meet his hand.

"Shhh, yawne," he soothed, leaning down to brush his lips against your forehead. "You're doing so well. Taking all of me. Look how pretty you are. Stretched around my fingers, dripping for them."

He kept the rhythm steady, controlled. Each stroke dragging every every knuckle, every vein along your sensitive walls. His curled fingertips pressed and rubbed that spot relentlessly while his thumb worked your clit, just enough to keep you climbing, climbing, climbing.

Your whole body began to shake. The coil in your belly pulled so tight it hurt. "Lo'ak-please-I'm-"

"I know," he murmured against your temple. "I can feel it. You're clenching so hard around me. Come on, baby. Give it to me. Let me feel how much you love these hands. Come all over them."

You were bucking your hips up wildly know, chasing the friction, trying to reach your climax. Your fingers dug so hard into his forearm, it might as well have left bruises.

Your orgasm slammed into you like a storm surge over the reef. Your walls clamped down around his fingers in rhythmic pulses, spasming so hard it forced a groan from Lo'ak's throat. You arched your back so hard you had to prop yourself upright with your free arm.

He didn't pull away. He didn't even slow. Just as it seemed like your climax had washed over, Lo'ak began to piston his fingers in and out of you with grave intensity.

Your walls, still fluttering and twitching from the first release, were forced to stretch and clench around the relentless intrusion again and again.

You gasped, almost pained. "Lo'ak-wait-too-too much-"

"Shh," he soothed even as he drove harder. "You can take it, yawne. You're so strong for me. I want to feel you come undone one more time…"

You cried, trying to clamp your thighs shut, but he used his other hand to pry them open and keep them there. His fingertips battered that swollen, abused bundle inside you relentlessly, no longer patient circles.

"Lo'ak-please-I can't-gonna-" The words dissolved into a high, broken whine. Your second climax followed quickly, sending sparks up your spine. You fell back completely on your back, pinned where he kept you, hips jumping up from the mat and back down.

"Fuck-!!" Your cries could probably be heard all throughout the village but you couldn't care right now. Another hot rush of slick flooded his palm, gathering down underneath where your ass was. Your thighs shook so violently they threatened to close despite his hold. Lo'ak groaned low in his throat at the feel of you.

This time he finally, finally, eased off. His fingers slowed, dragging out every aftershock of your orgasm to let it last. When the last tremor left your body, he eased out, eyeballing his soaked fingers, then taking them into his mouth.

He didn't rush. He sucked each finger clean one by one, starting with the pinky, the one he used to hate most. Lips wrapped around it, cheeks hollowing as he pulled it slowly from his mouth.

You watched him through lazy lids, trying to regain your sanity. He leaned down and kissed you slow and deep. You tasted yourself on his tongue.

When he pulled back just enough to speak, his was full of emotion. "Look at what you did," he murmured against your lips. "You came all over these 'alien' hands."

"They're perfect," you shuddered. "You're perfect. Don't… don't ever doubt it again."

Lo'ak exhaled a long, shuddering breath like something heavy had finally lifted from his chest.

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one shot

jake sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: jake and reader are first time parents , reader is doubting herself and her ability to take care of both herself and her baby , jake does his best to comfort

tags: fluff , first time parents , comfort

a/n: got me shedding a tear

theme: my little love

The forest hummed softly around you, distant ikran calls fading into the dusk. You were sitting under a canopy of forest trees; a giant woven hammock sat under you. You cradled a small baby in your arms. His breaths are quiet and slow, deep in his restful sleep. His tiny fist stayed closed around the bead necklace you wore, the one your mother had given you the day you became Tsahìk’s apprentice. Now it felt heavier.

He was so small. Too small. Every shallow breath he took made your heart stutter. What if it stopped? What if you held him wrong? What if the weight of being his mother crushed you before you even learned how to carry it?

You pressed your lips to the top of his head, soft dark hair, and tried not to cry again. But the tears came anyway, silent.

Footsteps. Quiet ones. Jake.

He appeared through the vines, braid swinging, shoulders tense like he'd been searching for you. When he saw you, his face softened. He crossed the moss in three long strides and dropped to his knees beside the hammock.

"Hey," he whispered. "Been looking everywhere."

You couldn’t look at him. "I'm sorry. I just… needed air."

Jake reached out slowly, like he was afraid you’d bolt. His big hand settled over yours, where it cradled the baby’s back. Steady. The way he always was when everything else felt like it was falling apart.

"Talk to me," he said. Voice low, rough from lack of sleep. "What's going on in that head?"

You swallowed. "He's so fragile, Jake. I keep thinking, what if I’m not enough? What if I mess this up? I’m barely more than a girl myself. My mother… she made it look easy. She knew everything. I don't know anything. I'm holding on... barely." You pressed the heel of your palm to the bridge of your nose.

Jake's thumb brushed over your knuckles. He didn't interrupt. Just listened.

"I carried him for months," you went on, voice cracking. "I thought when he came out I'd just… know. Like instinct would take over. But I look at him, and all I feel is terror. What if I fail him? What if the forest takes him because I wasn't strong enough?"

Jake exhaled long and slow. His other hand came up, cupped the back of your neck, and his thumb stroked the base of your neck like he always did.

"I get it," he said quietly. "More than you think."

You finally met his eyes. Blue. Still so human sometimes, even after all this time.

"I came from a place where babies died in hospitals with machines and doctors and every damn thing science could throw at them," he said. "And still they died. My brother, he never got to be a dad. I never thought I would either. Then you. Then this little guy."

He looked down at his son.

"I'm scared too," he admitted. "Every time he cries, I think I’m doing it wrong. Every time he sleeps this long, I check his chest like ten times to make sure he’s still breathing. I’m from Earth, baby girl. I don’t know Na'vi lullabies. I don't know which herbs stop a fever. I'm winging it the same as you."

Your lip trembled. "Then why do you look so calm?"

Jake gave a small, broken laugh. "Because I look at you holding him, and I remember why I stayed. Why I fought. You make me believe we can figure it out. You're his mom. You grew him. You brought him here. That’s not nothing; that’s everything."

You let a sharp intake of air fill your tight lungs. He stared right into your glassy eyes.

"Listen," Jake murmured. "We're going to be scared. Probably for the rest of our lives. But we’re scared together. And I swear to Eywa, to whatever's listening, I'm not going anywhere. We'll learn the hard stuff. We'll probably cry. We'll screw up. But he's got us. Both of us. And that's enough."

He placed both of his hands on your shoulder, more so to ground himself, before taking the both of you in his homely arms.

You closed your eyes. Let the tears fall freely now. Jake pressed a kiss to your temple.

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one shot

aonung x fem!metkayina!reader

summary: PSA: NOT ROMANTICIZING CHEATING, I js know there's some dirty little freaks out there that would like this. you and aonung are known as quite literally the most toxic couple in awa'atlu. eywa only knows why you have been pitted together.

tags: 18+ MDNI NSFW , smut , riding , overstim , slapping , kinda choking , name calling , mentions of cheating , manipulation , spitting

a/n: can we tell i love aonung a little too much !

theme: this love

"And don't come back!" You shrieked, turning on your heel in the opposite direction to whichever direction he wouldn't be. Your tail lashed in the rhythm your hips swayed. You didn't look back. You never did when you said shit like that. But you knew he was still standing there, looking stupid as always.

Aonung never could hide how much your venom actually stung him, not when it was just the two of you. Footsteps. Fast, splashing through the shallows followed anyways despite your clear warning.

"Wait-fuck, wait!" His voice cracked on the last word, lower than usual, the usual arrogance gone.

You kept walking, hips swaying with spite, knowing exactly how it looked in the skimpy woven top and hip beads that barely covered anything. You wanted him to look. Wanted him to suffer.

He caught up in three long strides, because of course he did, and his hand clamped around your wrist, yanking you back against his chest. His other arm banded around your waist, pinning you there. "You're not walking away from me like that," he growled.

You twisted in his grip, sharp nails digging into his forearm. "Oh? And what are you gonna do about it? Go cry to one of those little reef girls waiting for you? The ones who bat their lashes and call you 'future Olo'eyktan' like you're some prize tsurak?"

His grip tightened, almost too tight, then loosened just as fast, like he caught himself. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, a shudder running through him. "Don't," he muttered, voice muffled against your skin. "Don't say that shit. You know I don't want them."

You laughed. Cold and mean. The kind of laugh that made others turn their heads in concern. "Then why do you always threaten it? 'Oh, maybe I'll find someone who doesn't scream at me every fucking day.' Sound familiar?"

"Because you drive me fucking insane," he hissed, but it was desperation at this point. His tail curled tightly to his body. "You start these fights on purpose. You push and push until I snap, and then you act like I'm the monster."

You spun in his arms, shoving at his chest. Hard enough he actually staggered back a step. Water swirled around your calves. "Because you are. You think I don't see the way you smirk when those girls flock to you after we argue? Like it's a game. Like you enjoy watching me lose my mind."

His eyes, those pale, sea-glass eyes, were already glassy. "I don't enjoy it," he said hoarsely. "I hate it. I hate every second you're not looking at me like you want to kill me or fuck me. Or both."

You shook your head in disbelief. "Fuck you." You spat out, turning to leave again.

But Aonung didn't let you get far.

His hand shot out again, not grabbing this time, more like pleading. Fingers curled around your bicep. "Stop," he said, and it wasn't a command. It was a beg. "Please. Just-stop for one fucking second."

You whirled on him, eyes blazing. The sun caught the tears already tracking down his face, the way they always came when you really cut deep. His chest heaved like he'd run across the entire reef. Tail flicking erratically behind him.

"You think tears are gonna fix this?" you sneered, stepping right into his space until your breasts brushed his chest. "You think crying makes you innocent? Like I don't know exactly what you do when we fight. How you let those girls hang off you, giggling, touching your arm like they have a chance. You love it. You love watching me suffer at your expense."

He flinched like you'd slapped him. "I don't—fuck, I don't love it." His voice broke again. "I hate it. Every time one of them smiles at me, all I can think about is how you'd look if you saw. How you'd rip my throat out. And yeah, maybe part of me wants that. Wants you jealous enough to remind me who I belong to."

You laughed again. That cruel, cutting sound. "Belong to? You don't belong to anyone but your ego, Aonung. Future Olo'eyktan. All those girls lining up to suck your-"

"Shut up." The words burst out of him. He grabbed your face between his palms. Big hands shaking. "Shut the fuck up for once. You want to talk about jealousy? You think I don't see the way every guy looks at you when we argue? How they circle like ilu in heat, waiting for me to fuck up so they can slide in? You flirt back just to hurt me. You do it on purpose."

"And if I do? You do the exact same thing!" You snapped back, grabbing his wrist, but not yet pulling his hand from your face.

Others were trying to avoid you both entirely. Clearly you both had no shame arguing on a publicly woven walkway. Not to mention the busiest one.

"So then don't act like you're the only one bleeding here," he replied, quieter now, almost a whisper. "You start these fires on purpose. You poke at every weak spot until I'm screaming, until I'm threatening shit I don't even mean, just so you'll look at me like I'm the only thing in your fucking world. And then you get mad when I fight dirty back."

You exhaled sharply through your nose, releasing yourself from his grip.

"You're so fucking toxic and mean. You hurt me everyday." He almost sobbed out. "You're breaking my heart."

Your eye twitched. To think you were about to give in. "Then go find someone else. I'm sure it won't be hard." You tossed your head another direction, signalling for him to get out of your sight.

"You go," he echoed back. "Go find one of those warriors who stare at your ass like it's their birthright. Let them try to handle you. See how long they last before you rip their fucking heart out too."

You stepped closer instead of away. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Watch me fuck someone else just so you can storm in later and pretend you're the hero saving me from myself."

His hands flew to your hips, fingers digging in hard. "I'd kill them," he snarled.

"I'm sure," you yanked yourself free, "you would!" You spat, storming off again. "I'm done with you!"

Aonung bit the inside of his cheek as he watched you leave.

Fuck this, he thought. He could have any other girl, who was to stop him?

Come time for the nightly gathering where the clan came together for dinner, you were still high on your emotions from earlier. Whispers and stares followed you as you waltzed in. Everyone had to have seen you fighting earlier. Not to mention, you looked sin in the clothes you were wearing. Skimpiest top imaginable paired with a barely there loincloth.

Across the fire circle, Aonung was already surrounded. Three girls, pretty, soft-eyed reef beauties who'd been orbiting him since you stormed off earlier. One of them ,Tseyka, was practically in his lap now, leaning in to whisper something that made him smirk. The kind of smirk he usually saved for when he knew you were watching.

Your blood immediately began to boil in your skin. You tried your best to refrain from storming over there and gouging his eyes out. So to distract yourself, you picked up a leaf plate full of fruit, and sat next to his sister.

She was not quite fond of you, but because of her gentle and kind personality, she never denied a conversation with you, nor avoided you. She turned to you, offering that cautious smile she always wore around you. She didn't pull away when your thigh pressed against hers on the woven mat. She just handed you a skewer of grilled fish without comment.

"You look… upset," she said quietly, eyes flicking toward her brother across the flames. "More than usual."

You forced a laugh. "Upset? No. Just done pretending I give a fuck about him tonight." You turned your head away from her, chin up, too proud.

Tsireya's tail curled slowly behind her. She didn't believe you. She never did. But she was too kind to call you a liar to your face.

Across the circle, Tseyka laughed at something Aonung said and let her fingers trail down the center of his chest. He didn't stop her. Just leaned back on one elbow, letting her drape herself over him like she belonged there.

You looked over with your peripheral vision, not giving him the satisfaction of your full attention. In doing so, you fisted a ball of sand that you were sitting on. Tsireya glanced up to look at her brother. "He's doing it on purpose," she murmured. "You know that, right?"

"Of course I know that," you snapped. "He's always doing it on purpose. And I'm always the one who looks crazy for caring."

She tilted her head. "Then why do you keep caring?"

You didn't answer. You couldn't. You exhaled through your nose, long and loud. You stood abruptly, brushing fruit juice from your fingers. "I need air."

Tsireya didn’t try to stop you.

You didn’t go far anyways. You circled the edge of the gathering, like a predator stalking her prey. You felt hidden behind the crowds of people, peeking your head through the gaps. Just to watch him. You stalked stalked and stalked until you were just a length away from him.

"Aonung!" Tseyka shrieked from laughter, "You are too funny!" She was quite literally almost sitting on his thigh. Too close. Aonung was visibly annoyed despite trying to seem interested, flattening his ears at her volume.

You stepped out from behind the woven screen of bodies, right in front of both of them. Aonung straightened just a bit, his jaw already clenching. Tseyka tore her gaze away begrudgingly. "Can we help you?" She curled her lip with disdain.

"Yes," you said, hand on your hip, "Yes you can. You're sitting in my seat."

Tseyka's lip curled higher, eyes narrowing like she actually thought she had a claim. "Your seat? Funny."

You didn't blink. Didn't raise your voice. "Then let me make it clearer."

You reached down, fingers closing around her wrist. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that her smirk vanished in an instant. You lifted her arm off Aonung's chest and pulled her upwards making her gasp and yank back. She stood up with your motion.

You didn't even bother waiting for her to leave. Instead, you immediately found yourself comfortable on Aonung's lap. Tseyka stumbled back a step, mouth open, cheeks flushing dark with humiliation. You didn't spare her another glance.

His hands snapped to your hips like magnets when you relaxed into him. Your back was flush against his chest, so close you could feel his heartbeat.

"Go away now." You swatted Tseyka away like a fly. Tseyka's tail whipped once, furious, before she spun on her heel and stormed off.

His chest heaved against your back. You tilted your head back until your lips brushed the line of his jaw. "Miss me?" you murmured.

He swallowed hard. "You know I did," he rasped. "You know I always do."

You quipped up a smile, before reaching behind his back, grabbing the base of his kuru and yanking his head downwards like a bow. "You're a fucking prick." You whispered into his ear. "You let her get too fucking close."

"I-I wasn't-" he started, voice cracking.

You twisted your wrist. Enough to make him gasp. "Don't lie to me," you hissed.

"Fuck-yes. I wanted you jealous." One of his hands slid up your stomach, tenderly caressing the area.

You released him, and he immediately stood straight, rubbing the nape of his neck. Some of his friends were already looking at him, whispering to each other. His face bloomed red with humiliation. He needed control. Now.

Aonung's jaw locked. He stood up abruptly, still holding you in his hand, the other gripping your upper arm tight. Not allowing you to break free. You side glanced him, trying to keep the control. "What are you doing?"

He didn't say anything but started to drag you away. Away from the crowds, and back to the path that led to his marui. You didn't fight the pull. Not physically. But your mouth never stopped.

"You're really doing this?”"you sneered, your feet stumbled to keep up with his long strides. "Dragging me off like some prize you won back? How cute. Throwing a tantrum because his little girlfriend embarrassed him in front of his fan club."

He didn't answer. Just kept walking until you reached the entrance to his marui. The woven flap was already half-pulled aside, he shoved it open with his shoulder and hauled you inside. The moment the flap fell shut behind you, the public mask shattered.

He spun you around and slammed you back against the nearest support beam. His hands flew to either side of your head, caging you in. His chest heaved, cheeks still flushed from the humiliation outside.

"You think you can yank my kuru like a leash in front of the entire clan?" he rasped. "Think you can make me beg like a kicked tsurak and then walk away clean?"

You tilted your chin up, defiant. "I did."

He laughed. "You're a fucking bitch." He leaned in. "And I fucking love it. You love breaking me."

One hand dropped to your throat. "But tonight?" His thumb brushed the frantic pulse under your jaw. "Tonight you’re going to feel it back."

"Try it," you hissed.

He did.

His mouth crashed down on yours. Teeth clashing, tongue shoving past your lips like he was trying to devour you whole. You bit on his lower lip, just a little. He groaned into the kiss like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

You clawed down the back of his shoulders, drawing red lines. He hissed, but his hips rolled forward, grinding the ridge of his cock against your stomach. "Strip," he growled against your mouth.

"Make me."

His hand left your throat and ripped the ties of your top in one yank. The skimpy weave fell away. He didn't give you time to react. Dropped to his knees, shoved your loincloth aside, and buried his face between your thighs.

He ate you like he was starving. Tongue plunging deep, lips sucking hard on your clit, nose pressed tight so he could barely breathe. Desperate. Angry.

You fisted his hair, yanked hard enough to hurt. He moaned louder into your cunt.

"Fuck-yourre such a slut for this," you gasped, grinding down on his face. "Crying outside, begging in front of everyone, and now on your knees eating me."

He pulled back just long enough to speka, "Because it might be. If you walk away again, I swear-"

You shoved his face back in. "Shut up and make me come."

So he did. Tongue working that spot inside you. You cried, head tossing back against the beam. He moaned into your body, the vibrations shooting right up your spine. You exploded on his tongue, cursing his name, hips jerking uncontrollably into him.

He unlatched from you, looking up at you with glossy lips.

You didn’t let him up. Shoved him backward until he hit the woven mat on his back. Climbed over him, thighs closing him in.

"Fuck- Wait I-"

"Shut up." You spat, undoing his loincloth. His breathing became rapid, chest heaving up and down. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch you.

He was tenting insistently against his loincloth. You peeled it away carefully, letting his cock bounce up and slap against his stomach. It earned a hiss through closed teeth.

You wrapped your fingers around the base and gave one incredibly slow pump from root to tip. His hips jerked off the mat like he'd been shocked. A low groan tore out of him, head falling back.

"Look at you," you murmured, clearly mockery. "Already dripping like a desperate little slut. Bet you were half-hard the whole time Tseyka was grinding on you, weren't you? For me or for her?"

"For you," he choked out immediately. "Always for you. She could’ve been anyone-fuck-she could've been Eywa herself and I still would've been thinking about your nails in my back."

You rewarded the honesty with another slow stroke, tighter this time, twisting your wrist at the head just enough to make his hips snap up.

"Liar," you whispered, leaning down until your breasts brushed his chest, nipples hard against his skin. "You liked her hands on you. You fucking asshole."

He shook his head frantically, but he rocked his hips into your hand. You slapped the swollen head, the wet smack echoing in the quiet marui.

He yelped, back bowing. "Fuck-please-"

You climbed higher, straddling his hips. You ground your soaked folds along the underside of his shaft. Coating him in your slick while denying him entry. Every time the head nudged your entrance you lifted just enough to make him whine.

"You're gonna come inside me," you told him. "And you're gonna thank me for every second of it, you pathetic little crybaby."

His eyes were wide, pupils blown black. The sight of you above him, thighs locked around his waist, slick cunt sliding tortuously along his length, made something inside him fracture.

"Thank you," he rasped immediately. "Thank you-fuck-please let me inside, I'll be good, I swear-"

"Good?" You leaned down until your lips brushed the shell of his ear. "You don’t get to be good tonight, Aonung." You reached between your bodies, aligned the head of him at your entrance, and sank down slowly.

The stretch burned perfectly. He was thick enough that even after coming on his tongue you still felt every ridge forcing you open. A cry tore from your throat before you could swallow it. His own groan was almost pained, hips jerking up instinctively to bury himself deeper.

You slapped his cheek. The crack echoed. His head snapped to the side, eyes fluttering shut for a second. When he looked back at you a fresh tear slipped free.

"Don't you fucking move," you hissed, nails digging crescent moons into his pecs. "You take what I give you."

He nodded frantically, biting his lip. "Yes-yes ma'am-sorry-"

You started riding him then. You slammed down onto him over and over, using his chest for leverage, hips rolling in tight circles that dragged his cock against every sensitive spot inside you while denying him any real control. Each wet slap of skin on skin filled the marui. His hands flew to your thighs, gripping so hard he might leave bruises.

"Look at me," you snarled when his eyes started to roll back. He forced them open, glassy looking. "I'm-fuck-I'm looking-please-"

You snarled down at him, nails raking fresh red lines across his chest as you rose up and slammed back down. His cock throbbed inside you, stretching you to the brink, clamping down just to make him whimper.

"Please what?" you mocked, grinding your hips in circles that dragged the head of him against that spot deep inside you. "Please let you come? Please forgive you for being a worthless, cheating piece of shit?"

Aonung's hands trembled on your thighs, fingers digging in like he was afraid you'd vanish. His eyes locked onto yours, wide and desperate, tears spilling over the edges and tracking down his temples. "Please-fuck, please don't stop," he choked out. His chest heaved under your palms. "I'm sorry-I'm so fucking sorry for everything. For the girls, for-ngh- for cheating on you with Liraya last cycle. I was stupid, I was angry, but it was nothing. She meant nothing."

You froze mid-thrust, your core clenching around him involuntarily at the confession. "You think bringing up your little side fucks is gonna make me wetter?" you hissed, slapping his cheek again, harder this time. He gasped, hips bucking up, burying himself deeper and making you moan before you could stifle it.

But he didn't fight back. Instead, he turned his face back to you, eyes pleading, lower lip trembling. "Hit me again," he rasped. "I deserve it. I cheated on you, yeah? With her, with that hunter from the north reef-fuck, I even let her suck me off after we fought about your ex. But you did it too, didn't you? We're both fucked up. But I-shit-I need you. Please, just fuck me harder. Use me."

Your blood boiled. A mix of rage and arousal flooding your veins. He was right-you were both monsters, tangled in this web of past betrayals. Manipulation was your love language-guilt-tripping him into staying, blackmailing with secrets whispered in the dark. But hearing him admit it now, while buried balls-deep inside you, only made you wetter.

"You pathetic fucking crybaby," you spat, grabbing his jaw and forcing his mouth open with your thumb. You leaned down and spit into it, watching his eyes flutter as he swallowed without hesitation. "Crying like a baby while your cock's twitching inside me. You love this, don't you? Love when I break you down."

"Yes-Eywa, yes," he sobbed, tears flowing freely now, his hips rolled up subtly, seeking more friction, and you felt him throb harder. "Break me. Hate me. Just don't leave-please, I'll beg. I'm begging now. Forgive me, even though I didn't do shit wrong today."

You laughed, but it dissolved into a gasp as you started riding him faster, slamming down. Your breasts bounced with each impact, nipples grazing his chest, sending jolts through you. His cock dragged against your walls, the ridges catching perfectly, building that pressure low in your belly. "Didn't do shit wrong? You let that whore touch you. Flirted back. Threatened to leave me for her line of sluts."

"Fuck-I'm sorry! I manipulate you too, yeah? Guilt-trip you into staying, possess you like you're mine alone. But you are. Mine." His voice cracked, but there was a shift. His hands tightened on your hips, he started guiding your movements, thrusting up to meet you halfway.

The switch flipped in an instant. You felt it the moment his desperation turned to dominance. One second he was begging, the next his eyes darkened, tears still wet on his lashes but his jaw set hard. With a growl he surged up, flipping you onto your stomach. The mat scratched your skin as he pinned you down, his weight crushing you deliciously. His cock slipped out briefly, slick and glistening, before he grabbed the base and slammed back in to the hilt.

You cried out, back arching up into his chest, arms propping yourself up the best you could. "You-fuck-you think you can just-"

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled, hand clamping over your mouth as he pounded into you, his forearm braced beside your head. . "You've had your fun, you manipulative little bitch. Yanking my kuru, slapping me, making me beg like a whore. Now you're gonna take it."

You bit down on the meat palm. Hard.

He hissed through his teeth but didn’t slow. If anything, he fucked you harder until the head of him battered your cervix. Pain twisted into blinding pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering.

"Still biting?" he rasped against the shell of your ear. "Even when I'm balls-deep in this greedy little cunt?" He shifted his hand, fingers sliding between your teeth instead. You bit those too. "That's it. Fight me. Makes it better when you break."

He yanked your head back by your kuru, arching your spine into a vicious bow. Your walls clamped down hard like the pain made you act on instinct.

"Fuck-tight-gonna make me come too soon if you keep squeezing like that, you vicious little slut."

You tried to snarl something cruel but it came out garbled around his fingers. He laughed and pulled his hand free only to deliver a sharp slap to your ass. "Look at you," he mocked, echoing your earlier words. "Dripping like a desperate slut. You hate me so much, but your cunt's sucking me in like it can't get enough."

He reached under you, fingertips finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles. Your thighs shook violently. Heat coiled so tight in your belly you thought you'd snap in half.

"Come," he ordered, teeth sinking into your shoulder. "Come right fucking now or I swear I'll edge you until sunrise and leave you dripping with my cum without letting you finish."

The threat pushed you teetering off the edge until you fell, crashing with the best orgasm you've had in a while. You came, crying his name face first into the mat cause he let you go. Your walls pulsed violently around him, milking every inch as wave after wave ripped through you. Slick gushed down your thighs. He groaned like he was dying, hips stuttering as he fucked you through it.

He didn't stop. He flipped you onto your back, hooked your legs over his shoulders and folded you in half. The new depth made your eyes cross. You clawed at his biceps, hoping for some kind of anchor.

"Too much-fuck-Aonung-"

"Too much?" He bared his teeth. "You wanted hate. You got it." He slammed in again. "Now take every fucking inch like the fucking bitch you are."

His tail lashed behind him, slapping the mat. Sweat dripped from his brow. "I hate you," he choked out, even as his hips rolled deep, chasing his own release. "I hate how much I need you. Hate how you ruin me every goddamn day and I still crawl back."

"Then come inside me," you hissed, voice trembling. You reached up, pulling him closer until your lips brushed his. "Fill me. Mark what's yours. Then maybe, maybe, I'll forgive you. For five minutes."

That did it. He came with a groan, whole body locking up as he buried himself to the hilt and pulsed. Hot, thick ropes flooded you, so much it leaked out around his cock with every grind. He kept moving through it, small, helpless thrusts, like he couldn't bear to stop filling you even as he emptied everything he had.

When the last tremor left him he collapsed on top of you, crushing, sweaty, shaking. His face buried in your neck.

Neither of you spoke for a long minute. Just ragged breathing.

Then he whispered against your throat. "Don't leave again."

Your arms came around him automatically. You dragged your nails gently down his back. "Not tonight," you murmured. "Maybe tomorrow."

He huffed a laugh against your skin. "Tomorrow you'll start another fight."

"Probably."

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