writingsully

Tonight, you were celebrating with the Omaticaya. One of the young hunters just finished their iknimaya. It was a time for celebrations. And celebrating you did. You put on your prettiest loincloth and a matching top and paired it with some traditional jewelry. You didn’t dress up for anyone in particular; you just wanted to look pretty. It was a party after all.

Before the party, Kiri helped you painting your stripes back on. It has been a while since you last painted them, and they had faded quite a bit. Just like Spider, you preferred to have stripes over your body. It made you feel more connected to the people and to Eywa. Not to mention the fact that they looked good on you.

Right now, you were dancing with some other girls of the clan. Your bodies moved to the rhythm of the drums, and you sang along to the clan’s traditional songs. Your movements were perfect before. You could follow the movements of the other clan members with grace, earning cheers from the others. It made you feel like you truly belonged to the clan, like you weren’t human for a while. But, as the party progressed, you drank cup after cup. You weren’t planning on getting drunk, but your friends, especially Lo’ak, talked you into drinking with them. That’s how you ended up stumbling around the fire, your movements not as graceful as before.

You kept tumbling into others, earning laughs from most, but some others hissed at you in annoyance. No one really bothered to get you off the dancefloor though, they were too busy with their own celebrations. The world was spinning around you, and you tried to dance again, but you were just twirling around now, making a fool of yourself.

Spider saw it all happen as he stood to the side, sipping from his drink. You were very good friends with him, and he would do anything to protect you. But he couldn’t have protected you from drinking this much. He didn’t even know you were planning on getting drunk tonight. If he knew that, he would have kept a closer eye on you. It was hard for him to watch you stumbling around, barely able to stand on your feet. It was clear that you weren’t just drunk anymore; you were wasted. When you tripped over your feet for the umpteenth time, Spider had had enough. He couldn’t watch you struggle anymore. It was time for you to go home.

He walked over to you and gently took hold of your arm, making sure not to startle you. You were still “dancing” when his strong fingers wrapped around your bicep, making you halt mid-twirl. You tripped over your feet again, but thankfully, Spider quickly wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you against him to prevent you from faceplanting on the dirt. ‘Careful, there,’ he said, raising his voice a bit so you could hear him over the music.

You just giggled at his words and placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself. ‘Monkey boy,’ you greeted him as you looked up at him with glossy eyes. Only now did Spider see how flushed your cheeks were and how your hair was messy. You looked like a mess, a cute mess if you asked him.

‘You didn’t tell me you wanted to get drunk tonight,’ he said as he kept a firm grip on your waist. He felt how you were swaying in his arms, trying to hide how dizzy you were. He was sure that if he let you go, you would fall.

‘I didn’t,’ you responded, your words slurred from the alcohol. You kept your hands on his chest to steady yourself. You only now noticed how intoxicated you really were. You could barely stand without his help.

Spider tightened his grip on your waist when you swayed a bit more and he took a mental note to bring you home as soon as possible. ‘Then what happened?’

You just giggled at his question, remembering how you got drunk this night. You were dragged along by Lo’ak who wanted to have a drink with you, but you guys kept talking, making you keep drinking as well. He might have also called you a lightweight, which made you want to prove yourself to him. To prove you weren’t a lightweight and that you could handle your alcohol. Oh, how you were wrong. ‘Lo’ak,’ you simply responded.

Spider’s nostrils flared when you mentioned your friend’s name. He should have expected this. He should have known Lo’ak dragged you into this, just like how he always seemed to drag you into trouble. You were naïve, a bit too naïve for his liking. You could never say no to Lo’ak, which got you caught up in his trouble most of the times. ‘For Eywa’s sake,’ he muttered with a sigh. He made a mental note to talk to Lo’ak about this in the morning.

You just giggled at his response, finding it all very amusing. You wanted to push yourself away from him to continue dancing, for the clan members were now playing your favourite song, but you nearly lost your balance by doing so, making you fall backwards. Spider reacted quickly and pulled you against his chest again. He did not like seeing you this drunk. It worried him.

‘Come on, let’s get you home,’ he said before he started guiding you away from the dancing na’vi. You whined in response and struggled a bit against him, but it was no use. He was much stronger than you and you didn’t exactly have the strength to put up a fight right now.

‘Nooo,’ you whined as you tried to wriggle out of his grip, which only resulted in Spider dragging you along with him. ‘Y/n,’ he said firmly. ‘You’re drunk. You can barely even stand on your own, let alone dance. I’m taking you home.’

You sighed dramatically at his firm words. You just wanted to dance to your favourite song, and you didn’t understand why Spider wouldn’t let you stay for just five more minutes. ‘You’re drunk yourself,’ you retorted, rolling your eyes at him.

Spider only scoffed at your childish behaviour as he continued guiding you away from the party. He had to keep his arm around you to help you keep your balance. He wasn’t drunk, unlike you said. He did drink a bit tonight, but just enough to get him a bit tipsy. He could easily keep his balance and think straight. The only thing was that his mind was a bit fuzzy and that he had less of a filter.

The walk home took longer than it ever had. You kept stumbling over your feet and you kept getting distracted by the bioluminescent plants and animals around you. You were acting like you were seeing this all for the first time. Spider had to admit that he found your curious and free-spirited behaviour adorable, but he forced himself on the task at hand: to get you back to the lab safely.

Once you reached the lab, Spider helped you to your bedroom. He guided you toward your bed and sat you down on the edge. As soon as your bum touched the bed, you fell backward and sprawled out your limbs, laying down like a starfish. ‘Everything’s spinning,’ you mumbled as you stared up at the ceiling. You weren’t used to being so drunk. You’ve never actually been drunk at all.

In the meantime, Spider walked over to your closet and rummaged through all your clothes, searching for something comfortable to wear. He knew you never liked wearing a loincloth to bed. You never wanted clothes that had been outside to touch your clean bed. He never understood why, but he knew better than to argue with you.

‘Yeah?’ he responded in amusement. He pushed away some clothes, but only found tops and loincloths, no shirts or pants at all. Where did you keep those things?

You giggled in response and nodded, not realizing he couldn’t see it from the other end of your room. ‘It feels like I’m on a rollercoaster,’ you said with a huge grin on your face. Being drunk was actually kind of fun.

‘How do you know?’ Spider asked as he squatted down in front of your closet now, looking on one of the lower planks. ‘You’ve never been on a rollercoaster before.’

You giggled once more at his words, knowing he was right. You grew up on Pandora, just like him. You had never been on a rollercoaster or been to an amusement park at all. You wondered what rollercoasters were like. ‘No,’ you responded simply.

Just then, Spider found a black shirt, one of your panties and some sweatpants. He walked over to you, carrying your clothes. ‘Can you sit up for me?’ he asked as he put the clothes next to you on the bed. He hoped you were able to get changed yourself, but judging from your reaction, you weren’t.

You groaned at his question and rolled over onto your belly. ‘Don’t wanna,’ you whined. ‘’M tired.’

Spider only sighed at this and gently placed a hand on your hip before he gently rolled you onto your back again. ‘You’re gonna have to, sweetheart,’ he said gently. ‘You don’t want to sleep in those dirty clothes, right?’

He knew he got you with that question. He knew how dirty you found your loincloths, and he felt a bit of triumph when you pushed yourself into a seated position. You grumbled as you did, but Spider ignored it. He was glad you listened to him. It made this all a bit easier for him.

He reached for the shirt and handed it to you. ‘I grabbed you something comfortable. Just put this on, okay?’ he asked as you took the shirt from him. You looked at it for a while before you sighed. ‘Too tired,’ you whined. ‘Don’t wanna.’

Spider sighed and ran his hand through his dreads. He didn’t like where this was going. Yes, he would help you get dressed if you needed it, and no, he wouldn’t mind seeing you naked, but he just wished it would be under different circumstances. ‘Do you want me to help you?’ he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

You kept staring at your shirt, already feeling exhausted just from thinking about getting changed. You just wanted to lay down. After a couple of seconds, you simply nodded, silently telling him you wanted his help with getting dressed.

Spider felt his heart skip a beat when you nodded. He never expected you to say yes. You, the most stubborn girl he ever met, wanted his help to get you dressed. He could feel his hands getting a bit sweaty and his heart picking up its pace. He had to tell himself he was only helping you by doing this and he had to take a deep breath to steady himself before he reached for your top. He slowly pulled it over your head and desperately tried to keep his gaze on your face. He didn’t want to take advantage of the situation and look down, even though it was very tempting. The thought of your bare chest right in front of him was doing things to him. Things he desperately fought against.

He quickly slipped the shirt over your face and let out a soft breath of relief when your torso was covered again. He felt glad that he didn’t look down, even though he wanted to so badly. He then looked down at your loincloth and mentally cursed himself for proposing to help you. ‘You’re gonna have to help me with your loincloth, okay?’ he said with a slight tremble in his voice. He couldn’t deny that it was very exciting to see you naked, but he knew it was wrong. You were drunk and he would take advantage of you if he didn’t do this for the sake of helping you.

You nodded lazily at his words, but you didn’t bother to move your body. You didn’t understand what he wanted your help with, so you just sat there with half-lidded eyes. Spider noticed this and sighed before he slowly reached for the ties on your hips. ‘I’m gonna untie your loincloth now, is that okay?’ he asked softly. He didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable in any way or for you to think he was doing something else than helping you.

You nodded lazily again and allowed Spider to untie your loincloth for you. His trembling fingers brushed against your hips a couple of times, making you shiver. His fingers felt hot against your skin, sending waves of heat down your body.

After Spider untied your loincloth, he wrapped his arms around you to get you up on your feet, allowing your loincloth to fall on the ground, leaving your underside completely bare. The air felt cool against your hot folds, and you only now noticed how wet you were. You wrapped your arms around his neck when Spider pulled you on your feet, feeling too dizzy to stand on your own. You rested your head in the crook of his neck and took a deep breath as you focused on the cool air against your wetness while taking in his scent. He smelled musky, like the forest. ‘You smell good,’ you murmured against his skin.

Spider felt your hot breath tickling his neck, leaving goosebumps on his skin. He took in a sharp breath to calm his racing heart. He had to distract himself from the fact that your underside was completely naked now. His hands slid down to your waist, and he had to refrain himself from sliding his hands under your shirt. Eywa, he wished you weren’t drunk right now. He didn’t want to take advantage of you, but it was getting harder to refrain himself. For so many years he’s been in love with you. For so many years he dreamt of you being so close to him, but you only saw him as a friend. At least, that’s what he thought. In reality, it was the exact opposite. You thought he only wanted to be friends, while you had the biggest crush on him.

He ignored your comment about his smell and took your panties from the bed before he squatted down in front of you, making you tumble forward slightly. He immediately placed his hands on your hips to prevent you from falling over and clenched his jaw when he realized how close he was to your thighs. He had to swallow down the lump that formed in his throat. Oh, how tempted he was to lean in just a little closer…

You placed your hands on his shoulders and held him tightly to keep your balance. You noticed how close his face was to your private area and you felt a wave of heat go down to your core. ‘Spider,’ you mumbled as you tightened your grip on his shoulders.

Spider was already holding up your panties and helping you lift one of your legs to slide them on, when you spoke his name. He hummed in response, curious about what you were going to blurt out now.

‘I’m wet,’ you simply said, not noticing the weight of what you said. Spider was just about to help your other leg into your panties when you spoke, making him stop dead in his tracks. His eyes widened when he processed what you just said, and he felt his throat turning dry. He let out a shaky breath before he spoke.

‘Y-you’re what?’ he asked with a trembling voice. He slowly lifted his gaze from the panties in his hands to your face. Did he hear that right? Did you just say… You sighed and remained quiet as you lifted your leg for him to pull your panties up. The movement caught his attention, and he quickly slipped your panties over your foot, but he didn’t pull them up all the way to your hips. ‘What did you just say?’ he asked again, almost feeling like, and hoping, that he misheard you.

‘I’m wet,’ you repeated yourself with a soft giggle. ‘’M feeling butterflies in my vagina.’

Spider almost choked on his saliva when you said those last words. So, he did hear you right. For Eywa’s sake, could you make this any more difficult for him? ‘You’re just drunk,’ he said as he quickly pulled your panties all the way up, making sure he kept his gaze averted. He didn’t want to make this any more difficult for him than it already was.

He then grabbed your sweatpants and held them in front of you, but this time, you saw what he was holding, making you groan. ‘No, sweats,’ you mumbled. ‘Too hot…’

Spider sighed and looked up at you. As soon as he did, his breath caught in his throat. You were looking down at him with half lidded, glazy, but also needy eyes. Your hair was messy from the party, hanging around your face, almost hiding your flushed cheeks, but not quite. Your lips were slightly parted, and Spider noticed how kissable they looked. He quickly averted his gaze back to the sweatpants in his hands. He couldn’t allow his desires to win. That would not be fair towards you.

‘You don’t have anything else to wear,’ he said as he kept his gaze down. He knew that if he looked at you, he would lose his mind.

‘Then, I’ll wear nothing,’ you mumbled as you allowed yourself to fall backwards, down onto the bed again. Spider watched you from his crouched position and mentally scolded himself for glancing down at your clothed cunt. You were sprawled out so perfectly for him. But he wouldn’t, no, he couldn’t take advantage of you. He sighed and dropped the sweatpants before he pulled you further on your bed and tucked you in, draping the covers up to your shoulders.

He thought you were already asleep for you weren’t moving, but as soon as he started to walk away, you spoke up. ‘Stay,’ you mumbled pleadingly. ‘I’m scared I’ll get sick.’

Your words made Spider feel a wave of protectiveness toward you. How could he say no to you? Especially when you were tucked in so comfortably, looking cute all cuddled up under your blanket. He sighed and nodded, even though you couldn’t see it with your eyes closed. ‘Alright, I’ll stay,’ he said softly before he turned off the lights and crawled in bed next to you.

It felt weird for him to lay down in your bed, but he couldn’t deny that it warmed his heart too, being so close to you. For years he’s wanted to be this close to you, but he never got the chance. Now he did, and he couldn’t do what he always wanted to: to hold you and kiss you.

As soon as Spider laid down, you shifted closer to him, pressing your back against his chest. ‘Hold me?’ you mumbled sleepily.

Spider’s breath caught in his throat when you shifted closer. He could feel the warmth of your skin radiating through your shirt, onto his bare chest. It made him want to hold you even more. He swallowed hard and hesitantly draped his arm over you, resting his hand on the mattress right next to you. He was going to touch you as little as possible, afraid he would otherwise be crossing a line he didn’t want to cross.

You hummed in contentment when he draped his arm over you. You didn’t mind that he was laying behind you awkwardly. You only thought about how you wanted his presence. How you were afraid of getting sick, but also by how you wanted to be closer to him. You felt that throbbing between your legs again and this time, you whined softly. ‘Spider,’ you mumbled as you shifted closer to him. ‘’M wet.’

Spider sighed in response to your words and moved a bit further away from you, desperate to keep some distance between you. ‘Go to sleep, y/n,’ he said gently, knowing it was best to ignore your whines.

‘But I’m wet,’ you said again as you shifted closer to him once more, decreasing the distance he just created. ‘Wanna feel?’

This time, Spider actually choked on his spit. He coughed a little and clenched the hand that was lying next to you into a tight fist. Oh, how much he wanted to say yes and give in to his desires. But your friendship was more important to him. ‘No, sweetheart. Just go to sleep,’ he managed to say in a strained voice.

You sighed and took hold of his fist and brought it up to your chest, deciding to just hold him instead. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on falling asleep, but sleep wouldn’t come. You were just too horny, the throbbing between your legs only intensified. You knew you couldn’t fall asleep like this, not until you found some release, so you started rubbing your thighs together in hopes of creating some friction.

Your thigh rubbing eased some of your ache, but not a lot. It felt good the first few seconds, but later, you craved more. You craved the boy behind you. That’s how you decided to push his hand that you were holding down to your panties.

Spider couldn’t sleep either. His mind kept replaying your words over and over again. I’m wet. Wanna feel? Eywa, he wanted to say yes. He wanted to feel how wet you were, he wanted to feel all of you. He was too caught up in his thoughts to feel you sliding his hand down to your panties. His hand was already in, touching the soft flesh underneath, when he realized what was happening.

His eyes widened and he immediately tensed when he realized what you were doing. ‘Y/n-‘ he started warningly. He couldn’t allow this to happen, could he? He would be a terrible friend if he took advantage of you in this moment.

‘’M sorry, Miles,’ you mumbled, using his given name. You barely used it, knowing he didn’t like it when people called him that, but you couldn’t help it. It just slipped. ‘I can’t… I need you…’

Spider wanted to protest, to tell you to not call him by his given name, but something about the way you said it stopped him. Your sweet, sweet voice made it sound so… He couldn’t even continue that thought when he felt you pushing his fingers against your wet folds. His eyes widened even further when he felt how hot and wet you were.

Spider’s heart started beating twice as fast and he could feel his own body starting to respond now. His dick was getting harder in his loincloth and the way your ass was pressed against him didn’t make it any easier for him to stop it. ‘Tanhì,’ he started, his voice strained as he tried to keep his desires in check. He wanted to protest, but nothing else came out. The way you pushed his fingers against your soaked pussy made all his willpower vanish into thin air. Maybe he should just let this happen. Or would that be a bad idea? Probably.

‘Miles,’ you whined in response as you pushed one of his fingers inside of you. It slipped past your wet folds with ease, making you moan in pleasure. Your walls immediately clenched around him, almost sucking him in with a need you never felt before.

Spider’s breath hitched in his throat when he felt your walls clench around his finger. He knew this was wrong. It was so, so wrong. But the way your pussy gripped onto him, almost begging to be touched, made his already painfully hard cock throb in his loincloth. ‘Kehe,’ he murmured weakly. ‘You’re drunk, tahnì.’

You sighed at your friend’s reluctance to touch you. You knew it was wrong to just push his finger inside of you, but he wasn’t struggling. So, your drunk mind didn’t think he’d be against it. ‘Rutxe,’ you pleaded as you slowly started grinding your hips against his hand, allowing his finger to go deeper inside your soaked cunt.

In response, Spider tried to pull his hand away, but by doing so he accidentally hooked his finger, making him hit your most sensitive spot. The touch sent shockwaves through your spine, down to your core. You titled your head back and closed your eyes as you continued riding his finger.

‘Y/n,’ Spider warned again, but his voice was strained. He was having difficulty keeping himself together. He wanted to touch you, to taste you, but he couldn’t. The fact that you were riding his finger right now didn’t make it any easier. Hell, it was pure torture.

‘Please, Miles,’ you whined again. You needed more. More of him. More of his touch. You wanted to cum around his fingers. And so, you rolled your hips even more desperately against his hand, making you moan in pleasure. ‘Feel so good,’ you murmured as you threw your head back again, resting it against Spider’s chest.

Spider let out a frustrated groan. He hated how you put him in this position where he had to resist you. ‘Fuck,’ he muttered under his breath. He really had no choice now, did he? He sighed and shifted his hand a bit, making it easier for you to ride him. ‘Fine, but you’ll only ride my hand, okay? Nothing else.’

An excited smile appeared on your face when he gave you permission to continue riding him. You didn’t wait a second longer and picked up your pace, pushing your hips further on his finger. ‘Irayo,’ murmured breathlessly as you gripped the blankets tightly. The pleasure was slowly building up in your core, but it wasn’t enough to make you cum yet. You needed more.

‘More,’ you breathed out as your movements became a little more desperate. One finger wasn’t enough. You needed more of him. ‘Rutxe.’

Spider allowed you to ride in the exact pace you wanted. He wasn’t going to help you. He would only let you do the work so you couldn’t blame him in the morning if you could even remember this. ‘More what?’ he asked huskily. ‘You have to be clear, princess.’

His words combined with his husky tone made you moan again, and your walls tighten around his finger. ‘Fingers,’ you breathed out. ‘Please, more.’

Your ragged breathing combined with your pleas for more were like a drug to him. His loincloth was straining his painfully hard dick and he fought against the urge to grind against your ass that was positioned so perfectly for him. Spider let out a low groan before he slowly dipped another finger inside your drenched pussy, making you gasp at the way your walls stretched out for him. The pleasure intensified now that you had two fingers to grind on. Two fingers that rubbed your g-spot over and over again.

‘This better, sweetheart?’ he whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning your hot skin. The sensation of his breath against your ear made you shiver, and goosebumps appear on your smooth skin.  

‘Yes,’ you breathed out as you continued humping against his fingers, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Spider could feel your walls clenching around him, how your body was begging for release. ‘Keep going, baby,’ he murmured as he leaned in closer to your neck. ‘I can feel you’re close. Just keep going for me.’

Your breathing became ragged at his words and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head when he hooked his fingers into you, making them hit your g-spot again. ‘F-Fuck… S-Spider…’ you whimpered. Your grip on the blankets became so tight that your knuckles turned white. The pleasure was almost unbearable, and you could feel your walls clenching and unclenching around him, signalling that you were getting closer to your release.

Spider let out a low groan again when you whimpered his name. The way his name rolled of your tongue, so effortlessly, almost made him dig his fingers deeper inside of you. But he held back, remembering his earlier words. You were only allowed to ride him; he wouldn’t do anything. ‘That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. I want you to come all over my fingers, can you do that for me?’

‘Yes,’ you said with a moan. You rocked your hips even more desperately now, feeling a familiar knot forming in your core. You were close, so close. Just a little more- and when Spider hooked his fingers once more, you tumbled over the edge. You threw your head back in pleasure, resting it against his chest as you let out an almost pornographic moan while riding out your high.

Spider felt you creaming around his fingers, your walls convulsing around him. It felt even better than he ever imagined. ‘That’s it. Good girl,’ he murmured against your neck while you rode out your high.

After you came down from you high, your body relaxed against him with deep, content sigh. Your body was exhausted from the constant humping, and the alcohol in your system didn’t help either. You felt your eyes getting heavy and barely noticed how Spider pulled his fingers out of your sensitive cunt.

Spider’s fingers were drenched, and he wiped them off on his loincloth before he draped his arm over you again, pulling your tired body against his chest. ‘Feeling better, darling?’ he asked as he made himself comfortable next to you.

You hummed and nodded in response to his question. Your climax was so intense that it felt like you just squirted out your soul. Your eyelids grew heavy, and you allowed them to close as you nuzzled yourself against Spider.

‘Sìltsan,’ he whispered before he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. ‘Now go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.’

You barely registered his words, but you knew what he meant. He would stay with you. You knew it. With him in mind and the way his fingers felt inside of you, you fell into a deep slumber.