#lo‘ak x female reader smut

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We as a community don’t talk enough about how fucking pretty Lo‘ak actually is and I’m sick of it.

Just look at him. He is gorgeous 😩

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[pandoraslxna]

Reader & Lo'ak making out with him on top of her dry humping/grinding into her aggressively

Please 🙏🏻

Close ain’t close enough

adult Lo‘ak x female human reader

Words: 2.3k

Summary: Even though your relationship was still fairly new, you couldn’t stop overthinking how certain things could even work out, between a human and a Na‘vi.

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, dry humping, size difference, mentions of belly bulging, making out, cuddling, fluff, dirty talk

Na’vi translations:

Tiyawn - love

Sevin - pretty

Love was the last thing you were looking for when you fled from the RDA and sought refuge in one of the Na’vi clans, around a year and a half ago. But the omatikaya say, that the hearts compass will always guide you true.

And guiding you it did, right into the arms of the olo’eyktan’s son. A young warrior, just a couple of years older than you. A carbon copy of his father in any way, but with metkayina tattoos littered across his chest. A constant reminder of the time he had spent living within another clan, far away from the forest he calls home, back when his own family sought refuge from the war too.

An experience that sort of formed a connection and later a bond between you both. Sharing similar memories, similar emotions of feeling lost and like an outsider quickly became the topic of your very first conversations with each other.

It feels like an eternity had passed since then.

The room Norm had assigned you with wasn’t exactly small, you’ve seen a lot worse here in hells gate. And you were grateful for everything they provided you with, since it was a privilege to even be here in the first place. But with a full grown Na’vi in his twenties, sprawled out over your human-sized bed, your room definitely seemed a little cramped.

It had been around a month ago, since Lo‘ak blurted out that he was in love with you. He’s never been one to overthink things, always living after this silly do-now, think-later mentality. He just told you straight away, when he realized that his feelings for you held way more than any friendship could carry. You, on the other hand, began to overthink a lot. Not about any emotions or feelings— no, you were clearly head over heels in love with the four fingered Na‘vi.

But there was the significant fact that you were a human, a small, oxygen breathing, human. And he was a big, easily eight or nine feet tall, Na‘vi. Even crouching down, Lo‘ak was still big enough to rest his chin on top of your head.

And as children growing up in war, physical affection was something you were both pretty much starved in, so it immediately became some sort of love language for the both of you. Even as friends, ones touch bought the other great comfort. But now that there was something else besides friendship growing between you and Lo‘ak, a simple touch such as holding hands, hugging or cuddling, soon wasn’t enough anymore. It was far from enough, actually.

As you and Lo’ak watched some random movie that Norm had recommended you, your hands almost naturally sought each other out. When your fingers touched beneath the blanket, you had turned to him and smiled softly. He huffed a fond laugh at you through his nose and hooked your fingers together. Focused on the film, you touched absentmindedly. Lo‘ak would massage your fingertips, enjoying how your four fingered hand felt against his own and you would soothingly rub your thumb across the back of his big palm. It was like a perfectly coordinated dance routine, familiar and comfortable.

Every one or two minutes, Lo’ak reached for the mask around his neck, taking supplementary sips of carbon dioxide.

Everything felt peaceful. From the noises of the small TV, to the faint hum of his breathing mask, to the slide of your hands caressing one another. You always felt so incredibly relaxed and content when you were with him.

But even though your relationship was still fairly new, you couldn’t stop thinking about that there were things that you probably could never share with him. Things that couldn’t work out– at least not how they would in a normal relationship. In basically any relationship, where both parties are from the same species, to begin with.

Things, such as being intimate with one another.

Even thinking about it made your mind spin, palms feeling a little sweaty and cheeks flushing a flustered red.

Right on cue, Lo‘ak pulls you just a little closer. And then a hand comes down to lay on your thigh, feeling the soft fabric of your leggings and gently squeezing the flesh underneath. Looking up at him with a raised brow, he only glanced back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Lo‘aks hand doesn't stop, though. He begins gently rubbing up and down your thigh, fingertips coming dangerously close to touching your core, where a damp spot was already forming on your underwear, despite your internal voice begging your body to calm down. He wasn’t even doing anything yet. It was just his hand on your thigh.

You bite back a gasp when he grips the meat of your inner thigh more firmly. You could feel your resolve crumble more by the second. It gets worse when Lo‘ak leans down to place a gentle kiss on your shoulder, where the straps of your top had slipped down a little and exposed your skin to him.

"Lo‘ak…", you say softly, exhaling a breathe you didn’t even realize you were holding since he had placed a hand on your thigh.

"Hmh?"

"I thought we agreed on taking it slow?" There’s a coy smile on your lips that you weren’t able to hide, along with a playful tone in your voice that almost sounded a little too tempting to his ears.

"What, so now I can’t even kiss my pretty little girlfriend anymore?", he grins and you roll your eyes with a giggle. "We couldn’t take it any slower if we tried, tiyawn"

Another kiss was placed right on top of your collarbone, while he snug his arms around your middle and rolled himself on top of you. His face was now nearly pressed against the space between your breasts and you could feel him inhale deeply, mumbling something you couldn’t quite pick up, but was probably something about how you smelled good.

Your heart begins to beat harder in your chest when you feel him repositioning himself, so your legs were on either side of his hips, spread as wide as you could manage to make room for him.

Lo‘ak grasps at your legs, more in desperation than anything else. His hands roughly massage your plump skin and then he drapes them over his arms and hooks them up higher. At this angle, you were nearly folded in a half and even though Lo‘ak was careful not to crush you under his weight, there was a certain pressure he put on your pelvis with his own hips. This time, there was no way to hold back the gasp escaping your lips, when you finally felt it. His cock, stirring to life underneath his loincloth and pressed snugly against your clothed cunt.

This was new. Touching each other wasn’t new, but the closeness. Feeling each other like this. This was definitely new.

Overcome with need, Lo‘ak moves to press his lips against yours, his tongue instantly wedges itself into your mouth and curls around your own. He suddenly can't think of anything but touching you, in any way he can. You yelp into the kiss, surprised by it’s suddenness, but after a beat, you melt into it, tangling your fingers in his braided hair. Tingles run down his neck at the feeling of your fingers and their movements against his scalp.

Lo‘ak allows himself to move, carefully testing the waters as he grinds himself against you just once. He groans at the feeling of your puffy lips against his cock, perceptible even through the thin fabric of your pants.

Breaking the kiss, Lo’ak exhales shakily, overwhelmed by the reality of the situation, "You don’t make this easy for me, sevin."

He allows himself to look down at where your hips contact one another, feeling his composure slip by the sheer sight of it. He catches himself wishing there were less layers of clothing separating you, as he watches his hard cock glide over your covered pussy.

Lo‘ak looks back up at your face, gazing into your glassy eyes. His beautiful little human girlfriend is pinned beneath him, grasping at him. With lips swollen from a heated kiss and cheeks flushed into a deep shade of red. He presses a kiss right there on the apple of your cheek and even though your face felt hot, his lips were still warm against your skin.

The next kiss is placed on the lobe of your ear, pointy teeth carefully grazing it before he buried his face completely in the crook of your neck.

Another buck of his hips against yours has your mind spiraling. This time, you could clearly feel the outline of his cock. The length alone must’ve been almost half of your forearm, with a girth that would be enough to split you clean in half. Of course a part of you hoped that you were wrong, but apparently all the concerns and the overthinking really was justified.

There was no way that would ever fit inside you.

"I just want to… just want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so bad", Lo‘ak pants and the next sound that flees from your mouth is a noise similar to a whimper, when his tip brushes against your clit. Learning fast, Lo‘ak repeats the same motion again, his length throbbing painfully to the sound of your little mewls and whimpers.

"Eywa, you feel so good like this", he groans, putting just a little more pressure into his thrusts to feel the outline of your cunt against him. "But I can’t stop thinking about how perfect your pussy would feel, wrapped around me so tight."

You moan at the sound of his voice, hot and low, speaking directly into your ear, combined with the way he was aggressively dry humping you now.

"Lo‘ak", your breathy sigh sends a pleasant shiver coursing down his spine. His name has never sounded so sweet before.

"Hmm you’d squeeze me so good, wouldn’t you? And you would be so full of my cock. O-Oh fuck."

One of the hands that’s been grabbing your hips suddenly moves between your bodies to caress your stomach, thumb running in gentle circles around your navel.

"I wonder if I could make your cute tummy bulge, if I could watch my cock move inside you. What do you think, huh?"

You moan and you try to nuzzle yourself against him as much as you can, gasping against his shoulder, "Y-You’re gonna make me cum!" You could really feel it starting to build. You could feel how hard Lo‘ak humping you was starting to pay off. His hips roll against yours frantically and you’re trying not to be too loud as he gazes at you with those blown-out yellow eyes, a look of anticipation on his face.

"Yeah? You’re coming?", Lo’ak grunts roughly, still lifting and dropping his hips with maximum effort. He feels himself getting lost in his imagination, closing his eyes to make him believe that he was actually buried deep inside of you right now and not just humping your clothed cunt like he was some horny teen that’s never touched a woman before. "Shit, baby, i’m close too." He pushes his face back against your neck, panting into your sweaty skin.

Your cunt clenches down on nothing, desperate for his cock, but for right now, more desperate to come than anything else.

"Want to burry my cock into that tight little pussy of yours, want to stretch you nice and wide, see how much of me you can take." He’s rambling now, groaning and panting against you throat. Occasionally, he’s quiet in favor of kissing and sucking on your skin, licking every inch he could reach. His hands hold you in a bruising grip, pulling your hips up and against him as he continues to grind his cock on you.

"P-Please I’m… I’m so close, don’t stop!"

"Can feel how wet you are, baby. You’re fucking drenched, just look at you, making a mess on both ours clothes."

Lo’ak’s right. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it. Could feel the wetness seep out of you like sticky syrup, soaking your underwear and then your leggings, before they stained his loincloth too. The way his cock was bumping against your clit over and over again didn’t really help with that either, but you were too far gone to care or feel embarrassed about it.

Feeling the same kind of euphoria, Lo’aks eyes flutter closed again, his lids suddenly far too heavy to hold open for another second. Turning your heard, your lips brush his, the barest hint of contact as you pant into each others mouths.

Your orgasm damn-near kills you.

The sheer intensity of your pleasure, combined with the sugar-sweet warmth of your love for him, has tears pearling on your lashes and black dots creeping in at the corners of your vision. It feels like gravity has increased exponentially, trying to force him down against you even harder as you come.

His body is completely unmoving against yours, except for the rhythmic jolt of his hips as spurts of cum seep through the fabric of his loincloth. With every uncontrollable thrust, Lo‘ak grunts softly, pleasure pulsing through his body. Even though his vision is blurry and his mind is foggy, he lifts his head up slightly, making sure to get a glance at you as you’re in the midst of your orgasm. 

You look so beautiful. Your eyes are tightly shut, which only highlights your long lashes. Your lips look nibbled red, and even the sweat sliding down your temple looks like something that could only be crafted by Eywa herself.

You both rock soothingly in unison with one another, riding out your highs. You feel sticky basically everywhere and are hit with sudden senses of exhaustion, but you’re kept awake by Lo’aks languidly kissing to the sound of the movie’s end credits rolling on the TV.

#tw: aged up #lo’ak x female reader #lo‘ak x female reader smut #loak fanfiction #loak x y/n #loak x reader #loak x reader smut #loak sully #loak smut #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak sully #lo’ak #atwow lo’ak #lo’ak smut #lo’ak x reader smut #lo’ak x fem!reader #lo’ak x you #lo’ak x y/n #loak x female reader #loak #loak x you #avatar loak #atwow loak #loak x female reader smut #lo‘ak x reader smut

[pandoraslxna]

❄️ Kinkmas — 06. Thigh Fucking ❄️

Lo‘ak x female human reader

⋆｡° ✮ Minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Kinkmas Masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: size difference, thigh job, praise, squirting, not my best work lol

⋆｡° ✮ Translation: tanhì = star, bioluminescence freckle

⋆｡° ✮ (tw: irl porn) Inspired by this because I love the position they’re in 😏

The size thing wasn’t... well, it wasn’t entirely unexpected. But it was a problem.

"Eywa, you feel so good", you hear him mutter, and in an instant you’re on each other, kissing rough and deep, less tender than before. Lo‘ak slides a hand through your hair at the back of your head, and it sends a jolt of arousal through your body. But you need more, need his hand fisted in it, need both of you wearing less clothes. So you start tugging at his cummerbund, his loincloth, but he can’t bring himself to undress just yet. Instead, he waits for your patience to run out first, as it always does.

It’s cute, the way you whine into the kiss. The way you stand on your tiptoes to even reach him and he still has to bend down to return the kiss.

It’s not much longer before Lo‘ak finally gives in and pulls back, and you feel your face flush when you make a soft, disappointed noise at the loss. You don’t have much time to really be embarrassed though, because Lo’ak is tearing off your shirt, just as desperate to have nothing between you. He hurries to follow suit, ignoring how he almost rips his loincloth in two just to get his clothes off as fast as possible. As soon as they’re off, carelessly tossed aside, the two of you are drawn back to each other.

Lo‘ak crowds you against the wall behind you. Your bare back making contact with the cold surface would normally make you hiss, but you can’t really bring yourself to care when he is kissing you like this, pressing your bodies together so tightly. Lo‘ak is hard, rubbing against your stomach, almost big enough to reach from navel to chest, smearing his bioluminescence pre-cum against your skin, and you can’t stop the needy sounds from escaping even if you tried.

It’s just not enough. It never is, but at some point in your relationship you both figured that this will have to do.

You pull back just enough to get out a desperate, “Lo‘ak please”, and like always, he reads you easily, perfectly in sync.

"Shh, I got you, tanhì", is all he says before he spins you around.

His dick is throbbing at this point, dripping pre-cum on the floor, while your thighs are starting to feel wetter by the second. You feel messy, and you love it, need Lo‘ak to just wreck you, but it also hurts to know that he can’t do it in the way you crave.

It’s almost torturous, it’s not enough, and you’re so turned on you can hardly stand it, dazed and breathing heavily. You just need him so bad, you need him inside but he’s just so big. Too big.

You’re on the verge of begging, buzzing with anticipation, need, waiting for him to hurry up and do something. When you glance back, Lo‘ak is flushed all over, eyes dark and chest heaving, and you can’t help but lick your lips when you see his dick standing proud and tall between his legs.

The size wasn’t really unexpected to you, not even the very first time, but seeing him like this still never fails to amaze you. You want him bad.

And Lo’ak is just as desperate as you are.

You’re so distracted by the sight of his throbbing cock that you almost don’t notice the hand being shoved in your face.

"Spit", he says and fuck, his voice is rough, breathless, and you could listen to it forever. You do as instructed, and Lo‘ak pulls his hand back to slick himself up with your spit and you feel yourself clenching down on nothing. A painful reminder of being so empty, when there was something to fill you up to the brim right in front of your eyes.

Lo’ak then lifts you up by your hips like a doll, to make this easier for him, gets your hips at the same height as his, and you reach your palms out flat against the wall, while he positions himself.

He breathes out a quiet "fuck" when he pushes his cock between your thighs, sliding through the wet mess he was responsible for, and both of you exhale a shuddering moan.

Lo‘ak starts thrusting immediately, hands gripping your hips tightly, setting a fast pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the feeling of Lo’ak using your body, fucking you, so painfully close to where you really needed him— it’s almost too much, and you drop your head, panting and moaning. You can’t help but whimper at the feeling of his big cock sliding through your sensitive thighs and wet folds, making you feel every throbbing vein.

"Touch yourself for me, tanhì", Lo‘ak says between pants, voice strained, and you find yourself obeying without even thinking about it.

The instant you bully a hand between your thighs and start rubbing on your neglected clip, you cry out in relief— god, you really needed this.

After that, you feel like you’re hurtling towards the edge. It’s getting harder and harder to hold yourself up with one hand on the wall, against Lo’aks merciless thrusting. You’re just glad your legs are helplessly dangling in the air, because you know for a fact that you wouldn’t be able to stand with the sheer force of a grown Na‘vi using your thighs as some sort fleshlight.

"Fuck, tanhì, baby", Lo‘ak groans behind you, and you feel his forehead coming to rest on your shoulder. The grip on your hips tightens some more and he alternates between thrusting his cock and moving you along his shaft. "S-So good, it feels so good. Can feel your little pussy dripping all over me", he stammers, breathing heavily. "Gonna make me c-cum."

"Lo’ak", you mewl and cry out at the onslaught of sensations, "I’m close, I’m close, don’t stop!"

"Come for me, c‘mon", he moans so close to your ear you can feel his hot breath against your skin, "Need you to come on my cock, baby. Fucking drench me, show me how bad you want me inside you."

Lo‘ak then shoves a hand between your thighs, swatting your own away. The tips of his fingers start to push and rub against the twitching little nub between your folds so hard it felt like he just shifted it from it’s original position. Your legs clamped shut tighter than before, squeezing his cock that was still thrusting in and out between your soft, wet flesh, and that’s when you couldn’t hold it any longer.

Your orgasm shudders through you, leaves you gasping for air as you come in a slick gush, soaking his hand and cock, and that’s when you feel Lo‘aks hips stutter with a gruff, quiet whisper of “fuuuck.”

He was drinking up every sweet little moan and gasp he elicited out of you like this, groaning and lapping his tongue against your shoulder while he pumped his seed through the space of your legs as it spurted from his throbbing cock, splattering on the floor.

You’re just lucky for Lo‘aks arm being wrapped around your middle in a tight hold, because you suddenly feel too weak to hold your arms up, fucked out despite not even getting fucked properly, and buzzing with the afterglow of an intense orgasm.

Both of you are quiet for a moment, still catching your breaths, until Lo‘ak leans forward to press a kiss to the back of your neck and you smile.

#avatar12daysofkinkmas #Lo’ak #loak #atwow loak #atwow #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #lo’ak x female reader #loak x female reader #loak x female reader smut #loak x reader #loak x reader smut #loak x you #loak x y/n #lo‘ak x female reader smut #lo‘ak x reader smut #lo‘ak sully

[pandoraslxna]

hi. im just a girl daydreaming about mating with aged up! loak. please make my dreams come true. some angst. with happy ending. female reader. smut. I BEG YOU. and i would do ANYTHING.

kisses lots of love and bye 🥰

The moon, the stars and his life

adult Lo‘ak x female metkayina reader

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, sexual harassment, bullying, mean Aonung (sorry to all Aonung stans), smut with feelings, possessive / jealous Lo‘ak

Notes: I hope that’s what you had in mind, I was simultaneously writing Lo‘ak x reader angst for my fic on ao3 and had to make sure they’re not too similar 😵‍💫

Lo‘ak didn’t know what he did to deserve such a blessing in the shape of you. Did he even deserve it? He doubts it. You were just so perfect, from the top of your head to your cute little toes and the tip of your tail. Perfect.

Which is why it hurts even more, to hear those Metkayina boys talk about him like this to you...

Originally, he just wanted to go for a swim, see what you were up to and if you wanted to come along and spend some time with him. Down at the shore is where he had finally found you. You were sitting in the sand, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin and with your feet in the clear water, while you were braiding your hair in peaceful silence. Lo’ak was about to approach you, until Aonung and his friends came into view.

The sight of them, surrounding you like you were their prey made him clench his teeth in anger. But before he mindlessly jumps into action like last time, he decides to watch, see what they’re gonna do. At first he thought they would tease you too, just like they did with him and Kiri- for your different shaped tail and small arms. But the conversation quickly went into a different direction.

"…You should hang out with us instead", one of them says and reaches his hand out to brush through your hair. "We can show you around, nobody knows these island like we do, baby." You’re quick to shove his hand away, politely declining his offer. You’re always so kind, Lo’ak sighs. Too kind. You wouldn’t hurt a fly, couldn’t treat them in the same disrespectful way as they were treating you.

"Ohh I forgot", Aonung says with a wink to his friends that you completely miss, "You and Lo‘ak, right?" The chiefs son confidently lays his arm around your shoulder and pulls you a little closer, much to your visible annoyance. "What does a pretty girl like you even see in a freak like him, huh? Have you seen his hands? Gross!" The group laughs at his words. "That dick can’t even be that good, right? If you come with us, we‘ll show you how you deserve to be treated." You scrunch your nose in disgust of these words.

"C‘mon, don’t be so shy, we don’t bite. Let’s have a little fun together. You don’t have to hang around with that freak all day." Aonung leans even closer to you and that’s when you finally decide it’s enough and get up. It pains him to see that forced smile on your lips, knowing you’re too scared to tell these guys to fuck off. Instead, you politely tell them that you had to leave now.

"If you ever want to get a taste of real Na‘vi, you know where to find me!" Aonung calls after you and his friends can’t hold back their laughs.

~

"Lo‘ak, there you are!", your soft voice calls out for him. "Oel ngati kameie." You greet him with a smile but he can’t bring himself to return it to you. With a frown you sit down next to him and immediately ask, "What’s wrong?" Lo‘ak shrugs, "Nothing is wrong."

"Are you sure?", you lean against his side and look up to him through your long lashes.

"Yes, I‘m sure", Lo‘ak responds cold and you sigh.

"Lo‘ak I’ve known you long enough now, I can tell from a mile away that there’s something on your mind so spit it out." The Na‘vi knows he won’t stand a chance against you. You always got everything you wanted from him and it was impossible to tell you no, let alone keep something secret from you. You definitely had your ways of getting him to talk…

"Do you think I’m a freak?", he mumbles and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

"What?", you scoff, "Why would I think that?"

"I’ve heard your conversation with Aonung", he tells you with a painful look on his face.

"These guys are pricks, Lo‘ak. Just a bunch of village boys that are probably too scared to ever leave their home. They could’ve never done what you and your family did."

"I know that but–"

"Just imagine them in the forest, do you think they would be able to adapt as quick as you did? Can you imagine Aonung bonding with an Ikran?" She laughs and his features soften a little. "Fishlips wouldn’t survive a day!"

It’s incredible. You are incredible. You just had this way of magically washing away all of his worries in the blink of an eye.

"So you’re… not interested in spending your time with Aonung instead of me?" He playfully nudges your side and you giggle.

"Oh you know, his offer was definitely appealing, but I’m way more interested to be with one of those Omatikaya boys. You know, the cute one? What was his name again?"

Lo‘ak rolls his eyes and chuckles, "Skxawng."

"No, I think his name is Lo‘a–" You can’t even finish the sentence. Without thinking, Lo’ak reaches down, hand cupping the back of your neck so he can haul you into a kiss. He always kisses you like it was the only thing that could keep him from dying, like your kiss and your lips were his saving grace in life.

You kiss him back just as eagerly, matching his vigor, his speed and that’s one of the things he loves about you. One of the things that’s been driving him crazy, keeping him up until ungodly hours as he tries to figure out how someone could affect him this way. You always keep up, even if you’re not ready to run into the line of fire.

You rest your hand on his chest, tilting your head and he instantly wedges his tongue between your lips. Lo’ak has something of an oral fixation. He’s all lips and teeth and tongue, he sucks and bites at every inch of skin he sees, like somehow it brings you even closer to him. You know that it isn’t necessary for him to leave a mark, everybody knows you are his, but he tends to anyways, with how he assaults your skin. In the blink of an eye, your top is discarded to somewhere behind him and then your back makes contact with the warm sand. The Na’vi groans with your nipple between his lips, desperation rocketing through your core and up your spine at the feeling, the sound. His lashes flutter as he suddenly pulls back to gaze up at you.

Lo’aks fingers tighten on your hips, almost possessively, as he looks at you. "You’re mine", he tells you and immediately you know, it's not something he says just like that. Nothing he says only in the heat of the moment. He says it because he means it. You were his. Always and forever. You look at him with your big doe eyes and nod. He reaches behind his back for his braided ponytail and then presents those tiny, pinkish tendrils in front of your face. You waste no time doing the same, reaching for your tswin.

"Say it", he demands, breathing heavily, "Say you’re mine." His pupils dilate as he watches your lips move, "I‘m yours, Lo‘ak. Only yours." And with that you connect, forming the tsaheylu bond. Your eyes close and you sigh in unison.

An almost animalistic purr rumbles deep within his chest and his broad hands sweep up your thighs, the lightest of touches searing against your bare skin. You lean yourself on your forearms to catch his lips in another kiss, rougher this time, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you closer. Subconsciously, you roll your hips up against his, gasping into his mouth at the grind of his erection against your core. His hold on you falters for just half a second and then it returns with a vengeance, fingers digging into your skin and you gasp.

Lo‘ak‘s lip twitches up into a smug smile.

He’s desperate to have you. Seeing another man hit on you today has awoken some animalistic urge inside of him. He wants you to scream– scream so loud that everyone in the village would know what’s going on. If he wasn’t so possessive over you, he would’ve enjoyed to let Aonung watch you fall apart for him and nobody else. Because yes, his dick really is that good.

Your hips buck, seeking any sort of friction to ease the ache between your thighs. The throbbing between your legs has steadily grown and now reached a point where you couldn’t ignore it. Lo‘ak is quick to realize that and grinds his own hips against yours. You can’t help but let out a desperate moan.

Lo’aks hands make quick, steady work on your loincloth, pushing and pulling at it until it‘s bunched around your waist just high enough so that he can slip his hand between your thighs and finally get a feel of your wet heat.

“So wet for me already, sweet girl?” A lewd grin takes over his face as he runs two fingers through your slit. "I’ve barely even started." He dips his fingers into you just enough so that you begin to feel a hint of the stretch he could give you, but not enough to please any desire. "Lo‘ak please", you whine desperately. "Please, what? Tell me what you want, my mate."

How could you possibly decide?

“Anything, I’ll take anything", You moan out.

With a chuckle, Lo‘ak makes the decision for you, moving quickly as he frees his cock from his loincloth. You stare at it without a shame. No matter how many times you saw it, you would never get tired of the perfect sight. Lo‘ak kisses you once more, kisses you like it was the last time he would ever get to.

Slowly, he lowers his body onto yours, until there was not a single part of you both that was not touching. You fit together like a puzzle.

Pushing a hand in between your bodies, he guides the tip of his cock to prod against your entrance. "Don’t forget to breathe", he whispers against your lips and you release the breathe you didn’t even realize you were holding. The stretch of his cock entering you is a lot, but it’s not entirely painful. You whine and cling to him, nails digging into his back and Lo‘ak groans.

His fingers expertly find your clit and he begins to rub small, gentle circles around it, never ceasing to kiss you all the while. A shudder goes through your entire body at the stimulation and you sigh into his mouth before breaking away to let out a long moan.

You’re warm and soft around him, tight but still giving as he stretches you. Once fully inside, he stills, pushing his face into the side of your neck. "Oh fuck,” he curses under his breath.

He reaches up to grab one of your arms, pulling it from its position around his back and pushes it down on the warm sand, intertwining your three fingers with his own, four, much larger ones.

And then, he begins to move. His strokes are deep and on point, pace slow at first but increasing as time passes, your whines turning more desperate with every thrust of his hips. His eyes roam over you, starting from where you were connected– in and out, his cock glistening with your slickness. Then your breasts, bouncing every time your hips meet. And finally your face, lips swollen red from his kisses, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded, yet still focused on him –an expression that only he would ever get to see on that pretty face of yours.

From then on, his eyes were locked with yours. Something has him trapped in your gaze and if you asked him to now, he would give you the moon and the stars and his life.

A moan slips past his lips when he feels you clench around him. "You feel -oh, fuck- feel so good, squeezing me so tight", and to underline his statement, his hips snap roughly against yours and you moan, loud. "Lo‘ak!"

"Yeah, just like that. Let them all hear who’s making you feel so good", he groans. Unable to hold himself back, the Na‘vi starts to increase his pace to match the intensity of his feelings for you. You buck your hips, trying to match his as a shared effort to chase the sweet release together. Sounds of pleasure fall from both of your lips, uncaring if you’re too loud. It’s was too late for that now anyways.

The coil in your stomach tightens dangerously, prompting you to curl your toes. You squirm against Lo‘ak, who continues to hold you close to his body as his thrusts loose their rhythm, becoming much more erratic. "I’m coming, Lo’ak, feels too good", you moan and whine and he nods along to your words. "I know, I know its so fucking good, right?" You lift your legs and wrap them around his hips, locking your ankles together behind him as Lo‘ak continues to pound into you, unable to think of anything else asides from the way your walls tighten around his throbbing cock.

He curses under his breath, uncertain if he can hold out for much longer until one deep and hard thrust has you throwing your head back, screaming out his name as your body shakes under him, your walls clenching dangerously tight around him. "Good girl", he praises as he fucks you through it, "That’s it, my sweet mate. Let me feel you cum on my cock." Your nails claw at his back without restraint, eliciting a small hiss from him before white fills his vision. His head dips low to bite into your shoulder, trying to muffle his own moans while enjoying the feeling of the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over again. And then he spills inside you, claiming you as his, once again.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The walk back to your marui pod is filled with sweet laughs and giggles, as you hold onto his arm and intertwine your fingers with his. Aonungs face is sour, anger radiating off of him in waves as you both pass him like two lovebirds. The both of you don’t even realize that he’s there, too lost in each others eyes, as you bring Lo‘ak‘s hands to your lips and press a soft kiss to his pinkie.

#lo‘ak x female reader smut #loak x reader smut #avatar loak #loak x reader #loak sully #loak angst #loak x you #atwow loak #avatar way of water #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #lo‘ak x reader smut #neteyam #jake sully #lo‘ak #loak #･ ｡ﾟ☆: *my works* :☆ﾟ.

[pandoraslxna]

Sharing is caring

Adult Spider x female omatikaya reader x Adult Lo‘ak

Words: 3.3k

Summary: Sometimes, all you need is a good friend who is willing to share.

Warnings: explicit smut, mmf threesome, voyeurism, masturbation, p in v, cowgirl position, Spider is a switch, oral, creampie, praise kink, lil bit of polyamory if you squint

Notes: I feel like this isn’t my best work and it’s also the very first time I’m writing for Spider so have mercy on me! 😵‍💫

To say that Spider felt attracted to you was probably an understatement. And how could he not? You were just so beautiful to his eyes, blue skin like the ocean and big yellow eyes like the sun, always smiling and so friendly to everyone, it warmed his heart. It was nice to have you around, as you shared the same type of humor too and you were so incredibly adventurous. It was never boring with you. Unfortunately, you were already promised to someone else.

And Lo‘ak wasn’t blind. He saw the way his best friend was looking at you, his gaze always lingering a little too long on your body, his eye contact too intense for someone that only wanted to be your friend. But Lo‘ak wasn’t the jealous or possessive type. If anything, he rather enjoyed showing you off. It was such an ego boost for him, to have such a pretty girl like you by his side.

At the same time, Lo‘ak felt kind of bad for Spider. It wasn’t like he had many options to chose himself a girlfriend, like there were any other human women his age in high camp. Sure, there were enough Na‘vi women, but even if the omatikaya tolerated the humans, they still weren’t really fond of them. At least not enough to mate with one.

One thing Lo‘ak loved about you so much, was the way you treated Spider. You treated him like he was equal, one of your kind. And not just because he was his best friend since childhood. You were just such a pure soul, too kind for this world. And of course he noticed how much you enjoyed that little extra attention, the compliments and the heart eyes that the human shot you.

And so, the idea of sharing you with best friend, was something he became really fond of. It was a topic that was often bought up during especially intense moments, like when he had you on your hands and knees and was rutting into you like his life depended on it.

"Holy shit, look at you, pretty girl. You would look even better with another cock in you, don’t you think? Need someone to fuck your mouth while you cream on my cock. What do you think, should I call a certain someone in here to take good care of you too? Oh fuck, I know you’d like that, don’t you?"

It was filthy to talk and think about your friend like that, even more so because it was starting to sound more and more appealing to you too.

Lo‘ak didn’t mind it, though. Not in the slightest.

And when Spider 'accidentally' stumbled upon you in the forest, while your legs were sprawled over Lo‘aks shoulders and his tongue swirled around your clit, it was like a prayer had finally been answered.

Lo’ak knew that Spider was there, long before you realized it yourself. He heard the low buzz of his exopack, the way his breathing quickened and the rustle of leaves as he tried to hide himself.

Lo‘ak knew that he was watching and yes, maybe he did put a little extra effort into making a good show for his friend, coaxing these pretty moans from you, spreading your legs a little wider and making you cum on his tongue. He would lie if he said that it didn’t gave him kind of a rush to know that his best friend was probably fantasizing about his girl just the same way they did about him.

So when your legs began to tremble and you finally wriggled yourself out of your clothes, Lo‘ak didn’t continue the way he usually would. You frowned a little when he kept his loincloth on and instead leaned over to whisper something in your ear. Lo’ak chuckled with the way your ears twitched and a faint blush crept over your features when he told you that Spider was there and he was watching. He couldn’t help but kiss you deeply, when you gave him the go-ahead and then Lo‘ak turned around and beckoned his friend to come out.

"It’s okay, bro", Lo‘ak declared with a sharp grin, "I know you’re there."

Spider was red as a beet as he got up from his crouching position behind a tree and slowly walked over to the two of you, trying his best to avoid any eye contact. But it was so hard not to look at you, as you laid there in the soft grass, completely naked. It wasn’t like your usual Na‘vi clothing covered much of yourself, but seeing you so bare before him, with that cute little blush on your cheeks that reached up to the tip of your ears, really had his mind spiraling.

Spider was full on prepared for either you or Lo‘ak to send him off and never talk to him ever again. Maybe you would yell at him for watching you both like some creep or Lo‘ak would beat him up and– oh Eywa, if only the ground would open up and swallow him whole…

But neither of that happens.

Instead, Lo‘aks voice cuts through the awkward silence. "Do you want her?", he asks, voice low and thick like honey, his head cocked to the side and Spider tensed under his gaze.

"Bro listen, I‘m.. I‘m so sorry, that’s—"

"That’s not what I asked", Lo‘ak interrupts him with a chuckle.

Spiders eyes flick back and forth between the two of you. It’s not until you smile gently at him, your soft cheeks rising a little higher, while Lo‘ak tips his head in his direction, that he realizes he must’ve nodded. Yes, he wanted you. So bad.

Spider watches, with a lump in his throat, how you get up and move closer to him. The faint sunlight shining through the leaves of the giant trees compliments your skin, makes it shine and he can’t help but stare at the way your breasts gently bounce with every step that you take and by eywa, you look so beautiful that his mouth waters.

You were close now, close enough to feel the heat emanating from your body and smell your scent even through his mask. It was intoxicating. Spider was so lost in admiring you, that he didn't notice how you closed the gap between you both entirely and were now chest to chest with him.

"Take a deep breath, okay?", you whisper to him in such a sweet tone that for a moment, Spider doesn’t remember how to function at all. It’s not until your hands reach for his mask that he sucks in a sharp breathe. The masks opens with a hiss and his brows furrow, a questioning look on his face that makes you giggle.

And then your lips met his.

Once he starts to lean into the kiss too, you deepened it. You part your lips, pressing harder against his mouth. He makes a muffled sort of noise, but doesn’t pull away so you take it as permission to continue. You swipe your tongue against his bottom lip and he parts them, allowing you access to his mouth.

Spider tries to memorize the feeling of your hand cupping his cheek. The warmth of your skin. The soft of your palms. The length of your fingers and the way your body moves, your chest pressed tight against his own. There really was no sweeter feeling, than finally allowing himself to give in to you. Entirely.

But both of you knew that there was not much time in savoring the feeling of this kiss, no time to take it slow. Barely a heartbeat later, you were tasting each other's mouths, hands caressing each other's bodies, trying to find the closeness and touch he’s been craving for months.

Spider broke away from the kiss first, quickly putting his mask back on to inhale some much needed air. The blonde was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly and his pupils were dilated to the max. But yours were too.

Laying your hand in his, you guide him to sit down next to Lo‘ak, who’s watching with great interest as you settle down on your knees in front of his friend. You hum when your eyes catch the bulge under Spiders loincloth. Moving further, you place ticklish kisses along his jaw, right where his mask sits. Spider tries his best to suppress it, but he can’t help the groan slipping out when you begin to trail down his neck. Then, you drape one arm over his shoulder and climb on top to straddle him. A soft hand finds leverage on his shoulder, while the other moves between your bodies and past the waistband of his loincloth.

It’s like he’s finally snapping out of this dream-like reality, when he spots Lo‘ak move in the corner of his eyes. When Spider turns his head to the side, he finds his friend observing, eyes half lidded and full of lust and a hand palming his own erection over his coverings.

“Come on,” Lo‘ak urges with a smug grin, “She’s all yours.”

All mine.

Spider turns to look back at you, just as you reach down and free his cock. Grabbing his hard length, you give him a few experimental strokes before you line him up with your entrance.

You’re wet, so wet. Partly of your own slickness and partly of Lo‘aks spit from barely a few minutes ago and that thought made Spider shudder. With both hands holding onto his shoulders now, you sink down on his cock slowly— achingly slowly. You bit your lip as you did, brows furrowed in concentration and the sight was enough to make his cock stir.

"Holy shit, she’s tight", Spider moans like the air as been punched out of his lungs, with his head thrown back, when you sit down on him entirely. His breath caught in his throat as his cock was enveloped by the intense warmth of your cunt. Thanks to your slickness, he slid in so gently, so easy.

"I know, right?", Lo‘ak breaths out a laugh, "She’s amazing." He was still sitting next to you both. Leaning back on one hand, he had pulled his loincloth down enough to get his other hand on his hard cock. He was stroking over his shaft, his palm lubed with spit and he couldn’t seem to peel his eyes off of where you and Spider were now connected.

Spiders hands went to grab your hips and hold you there for a long moment, just savoring the feeling of your tight heat surrounding him. Listening to your shallow breathing and small moans as you squirmed on top of him, made his heart pound rapidly in his chest.

"Are you feeling good, baby? You look so hot right now", Lo‘ak directed the question to you, squeezing the tip of his cock just a little harder when you nod. "I‘m good", you hummed, "So good."

It’s when Spiders grip on your hip tightens and you feel him buck his hips up just a little, that you finally push yourself up and then lower yourself down on his cock with a moan. You start off gentle, repeating the same motion and letting him get used to the feeling of his length dragging along your hot walls as you bounce on him.

Soon enough, you’re setting a fast pace, fucking yourself onto his cock with moans spilling from your parted lips that made both of the men groan in unison.

Spiders pupils are blown and he looks at you with so much lust, his chest expands and contracts as he takes deep breaths and he’s so mesmerized by the feeling and sight you provide, that he can’t do more than just look. And you don’t stop the thrusting of your hips, relishing in the sounds your thighs are making as they slap against his.

His eyes trail up and down your body, to your breasts, watching as they bounce with your rhythm. To the way your nipples stiffen when he finally reaches up to touch and knead them, rolling them between his fingers just to hear you whine and gasp. And then back to where his cock disappears in you. Your slick leaks out and runs over his shaft like warm honey, smearing between both of your thighs and that’s when he realizes you don’t bounce on him anymore, you’re trying to grind yourself against him.

"C‘mon bro, give her clit some attention, she likes that", Lo‘ak encourages the thought in Spiders head before it can even form. He’s quick to comply, reaching down to circle the little nub between your folds. It’s rewarded with you, clenching around him hard enough to draw another deep moan out of him. "Yeah just like that, oh shit", Lo‘ak curses as he jerks himself faster, eyes glued on your flushed face.

He continues, tight and fast circles, until you’re slumping forward with both arms around his neck and your chest pressed against his own. "P-Please don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck", you moan into his ear, so sweet and desperate– who was he to deny you?

Hearing your sweet voice beg for him like that was like a switch was turned inside of him. Spider still holds you tight with his hand on your hip, while the other keeps flicking at your sensitive clit. Planting his feet firm on the ground, he begins to thrust up into you. Your mouth was right beside his ear, so he didn’t miss any of your gasps and whines you as he pumped his cock in and out of your squelching cunt. "Oh god, you feel so good, so fucking good taking my cock like that", Spider couldn’t hold back the praise. His chin came to rest on your shoulder so he could see the way your plump ass jiggled with each thrust.

"Why don’t you tell him, baby? Tell him you’ve been dreaming about him the whole time, I’m sure he wants to hear", Lo‘ak spoke through clenched teeth, breathless and seemingly on the verge of his orgasm. The way he was fucking his own fist generated obscene, wet noises that made you want to turn your head to look at him, look at his cock that leaked so much pre-cum and was throbbing painfully just from watching you get your brain fucked out.

"Yeah? You’ve been dreaming about me, pretty girl?", Spider couldn’t help but smile.

"Yes, oh fuck yes– been dreaming about this, Spider, I wanted it s-so bad", you slurred, "Need you both, need you to fuck me please!"

Lo’ak knew you were about the come, just from the way these filthy words spilled out of your mouth without shame. And then an idea formed in his head.

Reluctantly, one of his hands travels over to reach for your kuru, bringing it close to his own. Spiders eyes followed the movement beside him, watching with curiosity what his friend had planned.

"You don’t mind, right bro?", Lo‘ak quirked his brow at him and Spider shook his head.

"No, f-fuck, go ahead."

When Lo’ak connects your braids, it’s always like an electric impulse is sent through your whole body. Your muscles tense and you suck in a sharp breath. Both, you and Lo‘ak, shudder simultaneously at that.

"Keep going, she’s close", Lo‘ak moans with his hand back on his throbbing cock, "So close."

Spider groans deeply as he rocks your hips together, making you take him, again and again. Your skin felt sticky with sweat, bodies still pressed together tightly but he kept his pace up. With your mouth hanging open, you looked absolutely perfect to Lo‘ak. He could feel the tension building in your core and that in return, made him approach his own orgasm. Surprisingly, Spider wasn’t far behind either.

“Shit I‘m coming, sh-should I pull out?”, the blonde managed to force the words out through gritted teeth, his thrusts faltering for just a second in case you would want him to stop.

"Don’t you f-fucking dare", you whine as you force yourself to move on your own again, up and down on his cock, hips moving in an desperate attempt to get to your release, "Cum inside me, please, please Spider don’t stop."

"C‘mon, c‘mon give it to her, bro." Speeding up the strokes of his hands, Lo’aks hips were bucking up to fuck into his fist harder, your moans and whimpers only egging him on more.

Lo‘ak physically felt you clench around Spiders cock, felt you hold the air in your lungs and that in return, robbed him of his own breath. He came right when you did, spilling his cum with a loud moan onto his stomach. And when you came, Spider also couldn’t hold it together any longer. Just a few particularly hard thrusts later and you felt thick spurts of his hot seed filling you up.

After that, it was silent for a while, with just the three of you panting and gasping for air. A breathless laugh coming from Lo‘ak was the first thing that broke the comfortable silence, followed by the gentle chuckle of Spider, who was currently caressing the back of your head.

"That was fucking amazing", the blonde said. A content hum left your lips as you allowed your eyes to fall closed, but then Lo‘ak spoke up with a soft tone in his voice, "Give her to me, bro."

Suddenly, there were two pair of hands on you. You didn’t know which one belonged to whom and before you knew it, your back was pressed against Lo’aks chest and your legs were thrown over his strong arms. You crane your neck to look back at him, to ask what he was planning to do, but he’s quick to capture your lips in a long awaited kiss. You sigh into it, let him deepen the kiss and immediately, his tongue curls around yours.

Spider watches for a while, licking his lips as if he’s trying to remember the taste of your tongue. While you’re both panting into each others mouths, he shuffles over to stand between your spread legs and gently runs his thumb between your slick folds. When he bumps against your oversensitive clit, you break away from the kiss with a gasp. You want to squeeze your legs together when you feel Spiders cum seep out of you, but Lo’ak keeps them apart.

"Keep them open, baby", he chuckles with a final kiss to your cheek, "Show him how good you can be. That’s what you wanted, right?"

"Uh-huh", was the only response you could give him right now, the only thing your brain was still capable of, after that mind shattering orgasm from barely five minutes ago.

You swallow thickly as you watched how Spider gathered some of your arousal and used it to stroke his cock, until it grew hard again. With his free hand, he then reaches over to cup your face affectionately. You lean against his palm and sigh. Spiders thumb traces the outline of your bottom lip, seemingly lost in his thoughts for a moment and you just let him.

"Can I have your mouth next?", he finally mumbles and the thought alone is enough to make your toes curl and warmth spread in your core. "Yes… please", it comes out as a whisper, while you look up at him trough your lashes.

"Oh you‘ll love her mouth, trust me bro. She sucks dick like pro, don’t you baby?" Lo‘ak kisses the shell of your ear and you nod eagerly, a familiar blush decorating your cheeks once again.

Between your lower back and Lo‘aks stomach, you feel his cock twitch, also eager to continue as if he didn’t just came. You wriggle your hips a little, earning a low groan from Lo’ak, before he shifts and then the tip of it prods at your slick entrance. At the same time, Spider moved closer until you were eye level with his crotch. He was still caressing your cheek with his palm and he looked at you with so much adoration while his eyes were also heavy with lust, you couldn’t help but blush even deeper.

“Go on then, pretty girl", Spider coos, "Suck my cock like I know you always wanted to."

#lo‘ak x female reader smut #loak x female reader #loak x reader #loak x female reader smut #loak sully #loak x reader smut #lo‘ak sully #lo‘ak x reader smut #spider #spider x reader #Spider x female reader smut #miles socorro #miles socorro x reader #spider miles socorro #Lo’ak x Spider x reader #avatar smut #Spider smut #spider x reader smut

[pandoraslxna]

sub!lo'ak + edging him till he's crying is just 🫣🫣🫣

Hurts my heart to let him suffer… he’s such a good boy 🥺🥺🥺

Lo’ak x female reader, minors dni 🔞

"Gonna cum, 'mgonna c— oh fuck!" Lo‘aks whole body seized when the warmth of your mouth leaves his cock and another orgasm epps away, leaving him a trembling mess.

"W-Wait, no, no please!", his bottom lip trembles and the very first tears fill his pretty eyes, daring to spill over the soft of his cheek. You only smile up at him, your lips glistening in a mix of his pre-cum and your salvia while your soft hands massage his thighs. "Why did you stop again? I- I was so close, baby. Please I‘m already begging, I just… I can’t take it anymore. Need to cum so bad, I just– let me fuck your face, I’ll be so good for you, yeah? Just please let me c— ah!" You close your spit slicked lips around the head of his cock again and he whines desperately. Lo’ak throws his head back when you suck him in, bopping your head up and down to swallow all of him, while your tongue circles over the underside of his shaft, expertly bringing him closer to the edge in the spawn of seconds.

Lo‘ak was on the verge of physically shaking, not daring to let you know that he was about to cum this time, because he was seriously at his limit. Unfortunately, you know him all too well. You know the tell tale signs, the twitching of his cock and the tightening of his balls, to know when he was close.

You stop, once again, your lips leaving his cock with a wet pop.

"N-No more", the tears finally spill over, his voice barely audible over sweet hiccups and heavy pants as he sobs. Lo‘ak squirms against the rope holding him in place, "Can’t take it anymore, please baby. I need to cum, I need to cum so bad, I– I’d do anything. Just please…"

#avatar 2 #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #loak x reader #lo‘ak x female reader smut #loak #lo’ak sully #loak x female reader #avatar loak

[pandoraslxna]

omg more sub lo'ak plsss

Theres just something about sub!Lo‘ak and edging him… 🥰

Lo’ak x female reader, minors dni 🔞

Just imagine him sitting between your legs, with his back resting against your front and both of his arms tucked under your legs so he can’t move them. What a weird position he thought at first. But like this, you’re arms were completely free to roam over his body and your mouth was close enough to whisper all those filthy things in his ear that you knew would drive him absolutely insane.

One of your hands caresses his face, holds him in place so he can watch what you were doing to him, while the other strokes his cock in rapid and fast, fluid movements. And he’s a mess. He’s moaning, the muscles of his thighs twitching and hips raising in an attempt to fuck into your fist but, cruel as you were, you would just stop moving and retreat your hand completely. "Lo‘ak", you say sternly, but there was a hint of amusement in your tone, "Don’t move or I won’t let you cum at all."

"S-Sorry, it’s just— ah fuck, it’s just I’m, I‘m so close, just please don’t stop. Keep going, baby c‘mon I’ll be good", he groans and the tip of his cock leaks more of his clear, sticky pre-cum that you gratefully use as lubricant and you close your fist around him once again. The pace you set is fast and brutal and the obscene, wet sound of his balls slapping against your hand sounded like something incredibly familiar. "You hear that, baby?", you whisper in his ear with a giggle, "You wish that was my pussy wrapped around that pretty cock instead of my hand? Yeah I bet you do. You’re gonna fuck me like this later?" You squeeze his shaft particularly hard and he groans. "Just like that, yes?"

And you can feel that he’s close again, feel how he twitches in your soft hands and right when he’s about to fall apart, you pull your hand away, earning a sharp gasp from him. "What the— f- ah! Fuck", he whines at the loss of another orgasm, squirming when the feeling of euphoria epps away once again. "You’re so desperate today", you smile softly at him, "Look at that pretty cock of yours, you’re leaking so much baby."

"I just need to cum", he almost sobs when you tease the slit of his cock with your thumb, smearing his pre-cum over his most sensitive parts, "I can’t take it anymore, fuck. Please." You fingers ghost over his length before you grab him again, hand closing tight around his shaft and his hips jerk.

"Oh but I know you can, Lo‘ak. You’re such a good boy for me, just one more time and I’ll let you finish inside of me, okay? I‘ll even let you pick which hole."

#this turned out longer than i expected #lo‘ak x female reader smut

[pandoraslxna]

with that link i could imagine both lo’ak or a sub neteyam or just him being tied up and having to take it🤭🤭

Lo’ak x female reader, minors dni 🔞

Thats definitely Lo‘ak like, he’s so desperate he just can’t take it any longer. The tip of his cock has already turned purple from edging him, leaking so much pre-cum that it coats his whole shaft and it only adds further to this sweet torture. Poor boy is begging you to let him cum because it just feels so good. He's squirming, hips thrusting up to meet your touch and he weakly struggles against his restraints, all while he’s panting, "please, fuck— baby please" and "wanna fuck you, please just let me touch you, need it so bad."

And let’s not forget the most important part: he wants– no, he needs to hear all the praises. He needs to know how good he’s doing, that he’s your sweet, perfect boy, doing so well for me. Just a little longer and I’ll let you fuck me afterwards, would you like that? and it’s okay, you can cum. Be a good boy and cum for me, yes? He’s literally shivering when you whisper the words of affirmation against the shell of his ear, his head thrown back and tail whipping around in pure excitement.

Before he can proceed what’s even happening he’s finally coming in thick spurts against his stomach and with a whine that is so loud, it has him shamefully bite his lower lip.

(based off this)

#lo‘ak x female reader smut #loak x female reader #loak x reader #loak x female reader smut #atwow loak #loak smut #loak #lo’ak sully #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak x female reader smut #lo’ak x female reader

[pandoraslxna]

do you think that the sully boys would be more friends-with-benefits or enemies-with-benefits? Bc I’m thinking lo’ak would be all lovey dovey and FWB (I feel like he’d be the one to keep them friends, but he’d also be the first to fall LMAO). But idk. I can’t get Neteyam hate-fcking out of my mind lol. So FWB or EWB?

Lo‘ak would definitely be the type to start a friends with benefits agreement, because he thinks with his dick. And what’s better than having a good friend and also someone to fuck? It’s a win-win. But he’s also a dumbass and would most likely fall in love first and end up ruining the whole thing. He would slowly become too clingy, like he can’t keep his hands to himself anymore especially in public. And maybe he becomes a little jealous and possessive of you too. Lo‘ak can’t really hide when he’s in love, he would literally walk around with heart eyes and suddenly act all strange. You know it once he’s making you a suspicious amount of compliments, because that’s so untypical of him. He would probably confess his love in the middle of sex, like imagine him on the verge of his orgasm and he moans I love you into your ear.

Neteyam on the other hand is smart enough to know that becoming friends with benefits will probably risk your friendship because there’s always someone who will fall in love at one point. Neteyam is usually very composed and it takes a lot for him to actually get mad, he’s a pro at swallowing down his anger. He’s also always been loved and adored by everyone, he probably can’t handle when someone dislikes him. I totally see him as someone who would start some enemies with benefits. because imagine you actually manage to make him mad several times in a row, always manage to get on his nerves and you make it known how much you hate him— he would not know how to handle himself.

#neteyam x female reader smut #lo‘ak x female reader smut

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Lo’ak is so handsome I jus’ wanna kiss him all over his face

"And you’re so pretty, baby I want to do a lot more than just kiss. I want to touch and lick and bite and fuck you so bad. I want to bend you over right here, want to hear you scream my name for the whole clan to hear, would you like that? Just ask and I’m all yours, baby. I‘ll do whatever you want, just wanna make you feel good. What do you say, hm? C‘mon don’t make me beg, pretty girl. At least sit on my face, yes? I’ll give you a taste, show you how good I can make you feel. Let’s see how often I can make you cum on my tongue, okay? Fuck, I want you to ride my face… c‘mon, c‘mon pretty please."

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LO'AK I'm on my fucking knees for you what do you want just tell me and it's yours !! 😛

"I want a lot of things, actually. But since you’re already on your knees, why don’t let me use that pretty mouth of yours for a while? I’ll be so gentle, baby I swear. Gonna make you feel so good when I’m done, okay? Now be a good girl and open wide, let’s see how much of me you can take. Fuck, look at that. I like that look on your face, looking so much cuter with my cock in your mouth. And you sound so pretty when you gag. No, you can take it, I know you can. See?You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? All mine."

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Stepbro!Lo‘ak x female omatikaya reader

⋆｡° ✮ Minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: dirty talk, stepcest, mentions of masturbating, in public, mentions of oral, cum eating, voyeurism (?), Lo‘ak being a flustered mess, perv!Lo‘ak

⋆｡° ✮ Adult Lo‘ak art by the amazing @Cinetrix 🩵

"You know what I like?"

Your voice is calm and quiet, words whispered into Lo‘aks ear as you lean against his side and his gaze flicks up and around the gathering. Everyone seems to be busy, his mother and father deep in a conversation with some of the clans eldest. He swallows nervously, his voice just as quiet as yours.

"What?"

He takes a handful of berries and pushes them past his lips, trying just a little too hard to appear unfazed by the fact that a little skin to skin contact with his what dad called step sister sent his heart racing.

"That wet slippery noise when you jerk off and think I'm sleeping."

Lo‘ak almost chokes on his food, sending him into a coughing fit that draws the attention of Neteyam and Spider to them that sit just a few feet away. Worried eyes fall on him before he gets himself under control again.

"What!?"

"I said, that wet–"

"I heard you! Great mother, I- I just I- What!?"

You giggle and lean even more into his side, an innocent gesture that catches Jake’s attention from across the fire. His father smiles, glad to see that his son treats the new addition of the family with such kindness. If only he knew…

"I have to admit, it gets me pretty hot", you tell him, batting your pretty long lashes as you look up at him and Lo‘ak isn’t sure if this is actually happening right now. He’s not sure he can actually hear you or if he’s hallucinating. You don’t seem very fazed by his stunned expression and the sheer horror on his face as you keep going, unbothered by the fact that if Neteyam or Spider or literally anyone around them decided to pay closer attention to them, they would hear what you were saying.

"I figured you'd be the type to be more sneaky about it, you know. But jerking off like that when I'm laying just two and a half feet away, Lolo? That's brave, even for you."

Lo‘ak swallowed. His throat made an odd noise of it‘s own when he tried to talk, so he cleared his throat, his hands clenching and unclenching and fuck, there was sweat beading on his temples and—

"It's not like I really mind or anything", you went on and great— great mother your hand is on his knee and he almost jumps out of his skin when it moves just an inch further up his thigh. "I get antsy myself if I don't scratch that itch at least once a day."

"Once a day?" Lo’ak bursts out before he can even think about it. "Daily's a bit excessive, don't you think?"

"You tell me. I haven't slept straight through the night for ten moons now."

That makes him blush now. So you’ve heard him all this time?

"Why are you even telling me that all now?"

You shrug. "I don’t know. I guess maybe I just wanted my new big brother to tell me all about it."

"All about what? I– I don't even know what we're talking about anymore!"

Another giggle. This time, the sound of it sends a full on body shiver through him. "I want to know what makes you go off so quick all the time."

Face heating up in flustered embarrassment, Lo‘ak frowned at you.

"Are you serious?"

"Hmh. C'mon, Lolo. Tell me what you’ve been fantasizing about."

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "I- I don't-"

"You're noisy too, you know", you added with a smug little grin. "Aside from all the panting and moaning, I mean." A weighty pause. "Sometimes it actually sounds like you’re beating it. So wet and rough. You want it that hard? Me, I like it varied. Keep me guessing."

"Eywa, okay, okay. Fine", Lo‘ak cut you off before you could go on with your rambling. Not that his dick could get any harder under his loincloth by now. He shifted on his seat, nervously glancing down at you and then back to the people around them before a mumbled quietly, "Your mouth."

A long pause and then, "That's it? Hm. I mean, I get it, it's a good mouth and all, but that's all you got? My mouth." This time it’s less of a giggle and more of a laugh and one of your hands comes up to cover your mouth from being too loud.

"Lips, specifically?" Lo’ak ventured.

"You suck at this."

"What am I supposed to say? I- I don't actually think about things while I'm at it, they just... pop up!" He tried to reason, yet you seemingly enjoyed the way he panicked and scrambled to find a better choice of words. "Don't blame me for fixating on your blowjob lips!"

That made you pause your laughing, your fingertips now tracing the outline of your bottom lip and don’t look, he thinks to himself. Don’t fucking look. "So that’s what you’ve been thinking about, huh?"

"Oh, great mother", he cursed himself, squeezing his eyes shut as if that would’ve helped him disappear.

"You imagine them all fucked red and wet, hm?" Your voice had suddenly grown more sultry and the realization made his cock pulsate underneath his restraining coverings.

"Something like that", he murmured. There was a dangerous pause, before he added, "Now I’ll probably think about what else you might let me get away with. Besides listening to me jerking off at night, I mean."

A smile tugged at your lips at this. "Like?"

"Small stuff. Like... like if you'd just lay down and let me jerk off on you."

"Hmm, I think so, yes."

Lo’ak closed his eyes again, then tipped his head back. "I meant if that was all I did. Just jerking off while you, kind of, watch me?"

Again, "Yes."

Oh. He wet his lips. "I’ve been thinking about jerking off and … and would you eat it? My cum, I mean. I’ve been imagining watching you lick it off my fingers. Would you–?"

Slightly lower, softer, "Yes."

"If- I mean I know I would like it when you suck me off, I bet you're good at it," and saying this was so much easier with his eyes closed but he had to look at you, see your expression for what came now, "but if you'd let me, if I just held your head still so I could–"

Lo‘ak stopped, swallowed. His cock was so painful hard right now, but he waited for you to pick up where he left off, finish it, but all you gave him was a tiny pleased, "Go on."

"I want to fuck your mouth. I really, really want to."

"How would you want to do that, Lolo?" You tilt you head and it’s just now that he realized how close your hand had wandered up his thigh and he might actually come right in his loincloth if this kept going for another minute, but fucking shit he needed to get this out before he bursts, no matter what your response to it might be.

"Hard. Hard enough to make your voice go rough."

"Yes." It took him a long minute to realise that this wasn't just agreement, it was permission.

"You… you would actually let me do anything I want, wouldn't you?"

Your hand then left his thigh, much to his disappointment and he watched with wide fearful eyes as you got up to stand, his face so flustered red that his skin prickled.

"Only one way to find out", you finally said, before looking around for any possibly unwanted listeners. "Meet me at the waterfall in ten minutes", you said with a wink and Lo‘ak finally exhaled the breath he was holding this entire time.

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The Fall

adult Lo‘ak x female omatikaya reader

Words: 11.5k

Summary: It was like falling off a cliff. A slow, steady fall and then the blinding crash. But in reality, a fall would’ve hurt less. Less than this.

Warnings: explicit smut, angst, friends with benefits, p in v, love confession, oral, begging, Lo‘ak being a switch, arguments, mentions of arranged marriage, one sided love, drunk sex, sleepy sex, handjob, creampie, praise kink, Lo‘ak is 26 & reader is 24, jealousy, possessive behavior, hair pulling, overstimulation, language barrier, teasing, sexual tension, (let me know if I missed anything)

Notes: this is probably my longest fic ever and I had so much fun writing it. Thank you mica for your request, it really motivated me to finally post this, I hope you like it! <3

Na’vi translations:

tanhì - (little) star, bioluminescence freckle

sevin - pretty

kalin - sweet

It was like falling off a cliff. A slow, steady fall and then the blinding crash. But in reality, a fall would’ve hurt less. Less than this.

The first time it happened was the day of Tuk‘s Iknimaya. 

You remember that day like it was just last week. The clan celebrated her rite of passage and welcomed her and a handful of other young omatikaya into adulthood with a great fest. People were dancing, singing and the night was filled with laughter and stories told by the elder. The food was fantastic, but unfortunately, so were the drinks. 

And Lo‘ak was never one to say no when there was liquor, especially not when Spider challenged to drink him under the table. 

The night ended just a little sooner for the two of you, when Lo‘ak was on the verge of passing out and his father began worrying for his sons wellbeing. Probably worrying for his reputation too, but that was just how Jake was. 

"Get this knucklehead home before he throws up and ruins his last chance to find himself a mate", he told you, shaking his head and trying to hide the grin of a father who was dwelling in memories of his own troublesome youth. 

You remember how you had promised the olo’eyktan to bring his son home, but unfortunately, you were just as drunk. You had clung to each other, your arm around his waist and his arm thrown over your shoulder, stumbling and laughing all the way through the forest and you almost made it back to the village… 

You don’t know how exactly it had happened. It was a moment of drunken weakness, jokes turning into something serious and one thing lead to another and then he had kissed you and you had kissed him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t kissed before, but that was when you were kids. This time, it was different. And sometime between kissing and biting each others lips and hands grabbing whatever flesh they could reach— you somehow ended up tangled into each other, fucking your brains out, until you both passed out in the middle of the forest. 

You remember waking up the next day with the worst headache ever, but your pain was quickly brushed aside when you cracked your eyes open to find yourself laying on a very familiar chest. You remember the panic you’ve felt, thinking this might ruin your friendship, that this was a mistake and it would create some unwanted tension between the two of you, that it would be awkward now. But surprisingly, that wasn’t the case. 

It was still Lo‘ak when he woke up. Your Lo‘ak, your best friend, that weird kid you grew up with. 

And it somehow just… it worked. It was just sex and you were drunk and he was still your best friend. No weird feelings and no awkward tension as you originally thought, you even laughed about the whole situation on your way back home. The next few days, you would snicker and glance at each other whenever someone questioned where you two had been at the end of the night and it was like some sort of inside joke between the two of you that caused people to roll their eyes in an "always the same with these two"-manner.

But then it had happened again.

And this time, you weren’t drunk. You were very far from that, actually.

Lo‘aks heart was beating hard in his chest, almost as hard as it was the first time he had kissed you, dizzy with the knowledge that this was something forbidden. Something that wasn’t supposed to happen.

He had sex before, obviously. Most of these times without any major feelings involved. Hookups nothing more and nothing less. But this was still different. You were his best friend and unlike the first time, he couldn’t blame what he was doing on any warriors drink now. He did it simply because he felt like it. Because he was horny and you were alone in the forest with him, to hunt originally, but you just looked so tempting. Forbidden things always attracted him anyways. And besides, you did it once already, so why not do it again? It would be a shame if he were to hold it in until he was back at home, just so he could jerk himself off, give himself an unsatisfying release– when you were right here.

It must’ve been something in the air that day, but by the flush of your cheeks and the way you had clenched your thighs together, he could tell that you were just as needy. So he made a move, not really thinking much about it, because he was more of a do now and regret later type of guy. To think before you act, that was Neteyam’s style and not his.

Lo‘ak had pressed himself closer to you, moving his lips on your own as if he tried to quiet down the thoughts and the doubts running through your mind. You were hesitant at first, didn’t move until he got one hand holding the back of your head, fingers carding through your soft hair in soothing motions, and the other on the small of your back, pushing your bodies together. It was then, that you finally wrapped your arms around his neck and a soft little moan escaped you, like you were finally letting yourself go. 

And that brought you to a pause, returning you to the moment. 

With a gentle push to his chest, you made Lo‘ak break the kiss. Taking a few steps backwards to put some space between the two of you, you leaned yourself against a tree and sighed, "Lo‘ak I’m… we can’t— we shouldn’t."

"Why not?", he chuckled and shrugged. It wasn’t a pressuring question, no, he was genuinely curious. "You’re hot and I’m hot and the sex was amazing the first time and we both know that we could really use a good fuck right now. Just imagine how–"

"Ew", you laughed, before you gave him a playful shove to his shoulder. 

"What? So I can’t call my best friend hot?", he chuckled, "Okay then, I’m hot and your mildly attractive enough to–"

"No, skxawng", you laughed some more and shook your head, "I said ew because you called yourself hot." You had scrunched your nose and playfully reached for his hair, before you continued to tease him, "When’s the last time you washed those braids, huh? You’re not hot, you’re nasty."

There was a reason why you always felt so safe with Lo‘ak. He would never make you feel uncomfortable, no matter what happened, no matter what you did or said. It would never become awkward or weird between the two of you. You could kiss and fuck and fight but in the end, you were still friends, soulmates even. 

"Oh please, we both know all the ladies love me!" Lo‘ak winked at you and you grimaced, causing both of you to laugh even more. 

"Is that so?", you snickered, both of your eyebrows raised high in astonishment, "Why ask me then? Go and beg some of your 'ladies' if you want to get laid."

"Tanhì, c‘mon, you know what I‘m trying to say", Lo‘ak groaned and let his head fall back against his neck. He’s never been a man of many words and it was always so easy to win an argument against him. But still, you had to admit… he wasn’t entirely wrong.

Fuck. 

Were you really that easy? Or were just that horny today? You were surprised with yourself that you actually considered this. It must’ve been just another moment of weakness and you really couldn’t believe it, but you actually found yourself agreeing to the few points that he made. 

Actually, the idea wasn’t as bad as you originally thought. You would both get your piece of cake without all the commitments and struggles of a relationship. It was basically just a hookup, but with someone you knew really well. And that sounded almost too good to be true. It sounded like possible trouble and problems. 

But Lo‘ak was right, no matter how insane that may sound. It had happened once and your friendship was still intact, so chances were high this could actually work. Right?

You remember how you had sighed and rolled your eyes at him, as if you actually couldn’t believe the words that were about to come out of your mouth, "Alright, alright… but we—"

But before you could even finish the sentence, Lo‘ak had pressed his lips against yours once again.

Immediately, you had leaned into the kiss too, allowing him to deepen it. He parted his lips, pressing harder against your mouth and you made a muffled sort of noise, to which he pulled away just slightly to let you speak.

"I didn’t agree yet", you told him panting, lips brushing against his as you spoke, but then you quickly leaned into the kiss again. You swiped your tongue against his bottom lip and he parted them, allowing you access to his mouth. "You can stop me if you want", he told you grinning, before your tongue curled around his.

"No", you whispered against his lips, "I don’t want you to stop." Lo‘ak chuckled at this, then reached down and his hands found the curve of your ass to grab a handful and squeeze. You were grinding yourself against him, relishing in the way his hips instinctually jerked against yours. He was so hard beneath his loincloth, you couldn’t help but press yourself further against him, almost desperately so.

Without breaking the kiss, he carefully untied your top and pushed it aside, exposing your breasts to him. His cock throbbed when he felt the soft flesh of your chest in his hands, slowly running a thumb over one of your nipples, which caused you to shudder. 

When he eventually did pull away from your mouth, his breathing was hot and heavy. He resisted the urge to lean forward and trap you in another kiss right away, in favor of showing your chest some attention. 

"Fuck, you really have some pretty tits", he murmured as he lowered his head, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip before he licked a wet stripe from under your boob up to your nipple, where he closed his lips around it. He traced his tongue over it, gently bringing them to peaks. Your head fell back and you moaned when he tugged on a nipple with his teeth, especially careful not to hurt you with his fangs.

Once you had both managed to get out of the rest of your clothes, never leaving the other ones lips for more than a brief second, Lo‘ak had picked you up and pressed you against a nearby tree. You had wrapped your legs around his waist and he had pushed his cock between your wet folds. Your slick helped him along, as he was gliding the tip against your aching, swollen clit.

"Lo‘ak, please", you impatiently whined and he smirked, grinding himself there for a short while.

"You sound good when you beg", he had told you, voice low and barely above a whisper, and then he finally drove himself all the way inside. The stretch was delicious and you sighed, relieved to be so wonderfully full of him again.

"Holy shit", you heard him groan next to your ear, "I missed this– missed this tight little pussy so much."

You were clawing at his board shoulders once he had started fucking into you and if there was any doubt, that this was the right thing to do, it flew right out of the window in this exact moment. If there was only one thing Lo‘ak was good at, probably better than anyone else, then it was to fuck. And by Eywa, he knew how to do it. He knew how to hit all of the right spots, like he had spent the past twentysix years of his life studying your body like the map to a treasure.

You knew that a big reason for the sex being so great was, that you knew each other better than anyone else, better than any hookup ever would. 

Lo‘ak moaned and cursed and whined, just as much as you did. You raked your nails up the length of his spine and he groaned, giving you an especially hard thrust. Your mouth fell open and he took the opportunity to sloppily kiss you again, tongue pushing past your lips to twist with yours and you moaned into the kiss.

His hands were still firm on the back of your thighs, lifting you up and pushing you down onto his cock, until the tip was roughly kissing your cervix, making you mewl.

You almost sobbed as he angled his hips up a little, hitting that special spot right there. 

"F-Fuck Lo, ah– I’m gonna, gonna come", you whimpered, "Don’t stop! Right there, right t-there!" He got the picture pretty quickly as he aimed just so, abusing that place that made you see stars. "Yeah? Right here?" His hips snapped into yours and you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck for purchase.

"C’mon, mama. Come for me, I won’t last", he gasped, "You feel way too fucking good baby, need to feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock. Do it for me, please, baby, c’mon please—“

The heat that pooled in his lower abdomen felt as if it would overflow at any second. You were so hot and wet, everything just felt so intense. Lo‘ak was moaning, literally moaning, without a care in the world because what else was he supposed to do when you felt so fucking good?

He felt your walls clamp down hard, your legs around his middle tensed and squeezed his waist and then his hips began to stutter too. Your eyes were closed tightly and your brows pushed together and then you choked back a sob and it felt like you were falling down a cliff and taking him with you.  

You moaned his name as your orgasm hit you, shaking legs tightening so harshly around his waist, you could feel every tremor of his hips. He had fucked you through it, his pace barley faltering for a second. And as if he had only waited for you to finish, as if he wanted to satisfy you first, he then finally came too. 

And again, it worked. It had happened twice now and it worked just fine.

That’s when Lo‘ak came up with the glorious idea of adding some sort of 'benefit' to your friendship.

On the same day, you came up with some, let’s call them 'rules', regarding your dirty little agreement. Lo’ak said it was more of a do‘s and don’ts list but whatever, in the end it was the same thing. It contained things like, what you were into and what not and things that he enjoyed, his boundaries and visa versa. There were also a few major rules that you both immediately agreed on. One of them being, that if either one of you would ever get into some sort of relationship or were to mate for life with someone, then your agreement would end and it was back to you just being friends. Apart from that, both of you could end this at any time, no questions asked. 

Another big rule, basically rule number one, was that this would and will always be just sex. No feelings were allowed, no feelings were involved— don’t even think about catching them. In this case, they were a deadly disease. They were to avoid, forbidden and unwanted. Your friendship would remain untouched from this agreement, no matter what. It was just sex. 

Naturally, because how else was this supposed to go, it became pretty messy after that day…

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The thing that Lo‘ak hated most about his brother was, that he was always right. 

"Have you lost your mind?", the hiss of Neteyams voice had startled him, and Lo‘ak tried his best to act composed. But of course he failed miserably to do so, starting from the way he almost choked on his spit. "Please don’t tell me you sleep with her", Neteyam was almost whispering, but his voice was laced with anger as he furiously pulled him to the side, away from any possible unwanted listeners.

"W-What? With who? Of course I don’t, bro."

Yeah, that pretty much gave it away already…

There was a pause, like Neteyam was considering if he really wanted to dig any further and probably get involved into something he didn’t want anything to do with. Well, it was too late for that anyways, he thought. 

"I saw her sneak out of your marui just this morning, when I went out to hunt", his brother sighed, "You still lie like you’re five years old, baby bro."

Lo‘ak swallowed dryly, shoulders tense as he shrugged them, "Okay, and?" There’s this thing that he does, like pulling up a facade when he gets cornered. Lo‘ak then likes to act all cool and tough when he feels everything but. "Yeah we do it from time to time, what about it? It’s just sex", he shrugs again, avoiding all eye contact, because he knows the look he would find in his brothers face if he would dare to glance in his direction. 

"Lo‘ak", Neteyam starts and said brother rolls his eyes at the lecture that’s about to follow, "You’re gonna loose her as a friends if things go wrong. You know that, right?" 

Yes, he knew that. They shouldn't keep doing this, they really shouldn't, but they do. And they kept doing it. 

Neteyam had warned him… But unfortunately, his brother had already replaced his brain with his dick.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Lo’ak was maybe, just a little bit, kind of an idiot.

Okay, he wasn’t fooling anyone. He was a complete and total idiot. How could he let this happen? How could he have allowed this to build over the past few months, without even considering that things would inevitably go this way?

It wasn’t until months, probably even a year later, that Lo‘ak first realized something had changed. He couldn’t pinpoint just yet what exactly that was, but he knew it had something to do with you. More so, with the way you were interacting with others. And by others, he specifically meant other men.

He had seen you flirt with other guys– even more frequently, he’s seen other guys flirt with you before. Hell, he used to be your wingman once. But that was before your little agreement. That was when you both still had to put in some actual work in order to get laid. Which made him wonder why you were even allowing this guy to flirt with you. Why not come to him instead? That would’ve been much easier. That’s what your agreement was there for, he thought.

Okay, just because you were batting your pretty long lashes at some random guy, that wasn’t even that good looking, didn’t mean you wanted to sleep with him. And it wasn’t against the rules either. Truth be told, Lo’ak had no idea why it was bothering him so much. It wasn’t his business after all.

Still, there was something about the way that guy looked at you, that made his stomach turn into a tight knot. Suddenly, there were spikes of rage, fear, possessiveness, sadness— all mixed together and fogging his mind so much, Lo‘ak could barely think as he approached you. 

Laying an arm around your shoulder, he briefly stopped your little conversation, making you look up to him now, instead of that guy. "Oh, hey", you smiled at him, but there was a hint of surprise written on your face that he didn’t miss.

Neither of you had anything against the close proximity, the public display of affection. But that was mainly because Lo‘ak played it off as a friendly touch- brotherly even. And that’s exactly how it looked like to others, that’s what it looked like to you– just Lo‘ak being close with his best friend. Being physically close to one another was definitely not unwanted or unnatural to either of you, not even in public, but it still caught you off guard in this moment.

"Hey, sorry, uhm, can I borrow her for a while? It’s urgent", Lo‘ak told him, pressing his lips together into a thin line and forcing a half hearted smile to appear. He then turned his attention back to you, "Walk with me?" Thankfully, you didn’t question his intentions any further and nodded, excusing yourself.

Whatever that guy’s name was, Lo‘ak didn’t really care anyways, then reached out and gently caressed your upper arm as he said his goodbye. It was an innocent gesture, nothing more than a second passed when his thumb brushed over your skin and he knew that you probably didn’t even noticed it. But still. 

It felt like Lo‘ak had been shot in the chest.

And then it finally dawned on him. He was jealous. No— No way.

That had just been a slip of his thoughts, right? Something accidental in the moment? He was pretty sure he was just confusing something here. There was no way it was really the case. There was no way he was jealous. You and him both, you were just in it for the sex. And jealousy, jealously meant feelings. And there was no space for complicated things like feelings here, which was why it was impossible for him to feel jealous. Really.

"That guy looked at you like he wanted to fuck your brains out right there", Lo’ak said, his Na’vi accent still lingering on his voice even after all these years of speaking the sky peoples language so fluently. "And I hated every second of it. Made me want to puke."

His fingers continued to pump in and out of you as he spoke, two of them buried to the last knuckle in your sopping cunt while your juices were running down his wrist. It was good that you actually believed that the thing that was so urgent was the raging boner under his loincloth and not just an excuse to get you away from that guy as fast as possible.

"You know I hate when you do that", you murmured, breathing heavy and eyes half lidded as you glanced down on yourself to meet his eyes. Your brows were furrowed, but Lo‘ak had no idea if that was because you were trying to glare at him or if you were just feeling good. He definitely hoped it was the latter.

"Do what?", he asks, before he retreats his digits and attaches his lips back to your clit instead, making your hips jolt. 

"Lo‘ak", you say his name like a warning, or at least that’s what you intended to do, but it comes out as a moan instead. 

It was funny that you still refused to learn the sky peoples language, even after so many years of living side by side with them. You just never felt the need to, never participated in anything that would require you to understand it. Most of the humans living in high camp were almost perfectly fluent in Na‘vi, so it wasn’t really necessary anyways. Lo‘ak on the other hand spoke their language like he grew up on earth. And he loved to take advantage of this. He did this since you were kids— indirectly talking to you, in a language that you didn’t understand. He did it whenever there was something he wanted to tell you, when there was something on his mind that he needed to say out loud to get it off his chest, without actually wanting you to understand it. 

"You’re so easy to tease", he chuckles, before he guides your hips lower, making you sit on his face properly. Immediately, his tongue darts out to lick a wet stripe from your dripping entrance to your clit and you gasp. Your hands find purchase on the top of his head, fingers gently combing through his hair as you move your hips in slow circles. The forest ground is hard beneath your knees, but you barely pay it any mind as you chase his tongue with your clit, grounding yourself against it. 

"Dude", you swallow thickly, a breathy chuckle leaving your parted lips and then you carefully lift yourself off of his mouth to give him the opportunity to respond, "say it so I can understand or I’m going." 

Lo‘ak knew you wouldn’t leave, not right now. Not when he was devouring you like a starved man. Not when you were dripping all over his face, needy and wanton for a quick release. He chuckled and the comically sight of him peaking out from between your thighs was enough to make you giggle. 

"I said, I heard he has a small dick. Just wanted to give you a heads up before you get disappointed", he said with a sharp grin. 

"Who said I was going to sleep with him?", you asked in a teasing tone to which Lo‘ak bit the plush inside of your thigh. 

"You looked like you wanted to", he murmurs, "And you were wet before I even started. Like you’ve been thinking about it."

"I might as well go and ask him then, if you don’t stop with all the talking a-and… oh fuck", you were interrupted when Lo‘ak closed his lips around your clit again and sucked. He hungrily kisses the little nub, flicking it with his tongue and just as you’re about to move your hips and ride his face, he stops again. 

"And? Go on, sevin. I‘m listening", Lo’ak chuckles, causing you to glare at him. Leaning back on your palms, you feel for his cock behind you. Once you get a grip on his hard erection, you stroke him, once, twice and then squeeze his shaft just a little harder than necessary. You feel some of his pre-cum leak and drip over your knuckles and the whimper that escaped the man between your thighs is enough to make you grin. "Okay s-sorry, sorry", Lo’ak groans and allows you to lower your core against his face again. With a gentle tap to your thigh he gives you permission to move, ride his face as you please and that’s exactly what you do. 

You feel his nose bump against your clit, while his tongue prods at your entrance, lapping on your sweet juices before he begins to tongue-fuck you. Lo‘ak has always had a smart mouth, but just a few months ago you realized that talking wasn’t the only thing his mouth was incredibly good at.

No, there was really no way Lo‘ak was jealous. This right here, this was all that it was. You were both just in it for this, the sex. Making each other feel good, using each other for pleasure and nothing else.

Except now you were dragging yourself across his face, head thrown back and humping his tongue like you were in heat. When you came, your eyes flew open and you looked down on yourself and Lo‘ak made the mistake of glancing back up at you. And then your eyes met and you, you just looked so good, so pretty as you fell apart for him— because of him. With little beads of sweat on your temple and eyebrows scrunched together, your delicate fingers tugging at his braids. You weren’t even touching him properly, his dick laying heavy against his stomach, twitching and the tip swollen, turning purplish and leaking pre in streams, completely neglected of all sort of touch. But he still came, thick spurts of warm cum shooting up and landing all over his stomach with a loud groan. He really just came just from watching you, just from feeling you and making you feel good. He came completely untouched simply because he made you come.

And that’s when Lo’ak realized he truly fucked up…

Now that he was aware of it, Lo’ak knew that this had been going on a lot longer than he was willing to admit. And now that he could finally put a name on it, it was especially hard for him to keep it together. 

He was a lot more clingy than before, something you probably realized right away but simply chose to ignore for whatever reason. Physical boundaries hardly ever existed in your friendship anyways and his touch was never unwanted, so you didn’t mind it. 

It was when Lo‘ak’s friendly teasing and the affectionate bullying that went back and forth for all these years suddenly turned into genuine compliments. That’s when you started to become suspicious. It was just once or twice that it slipped. A friendly, innocent, "you look so pretty today", that wasn’t moaned in the heat of the moment or said lowly, whispered in your ear to rile you up. It was sincerely, said with a smile and your brows instantly furrowed. Lo‘ak quickly realized how out of character that must’ve sounded and brushed it off with a laugh, biting the inside of his cheek and cursing himself. From now on, he would have to be more careful not to let anything like that ever slip again.

But he sees the way you’re looking at him now. Like you’re trying to communicate with your eyes, trying to tell him to stop whatever he was doing and don’t– don’t catch feelings. Rule number one, Lo‘ak. Don’t fall in love. 

But it’s too late already.

Lo‘ak was head over heels in love with you.

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"Come over", you heard his voice coming from the small ear piece he had gotten you a few years ago. It was an older throat com model that would’ve ended it the trash if it weren’t for Lo‘ak to snatch it from Norm and give it to you instead. It was nice to have some way to communicate with each other, when one of you were on patrol or away with the war party. It also bought you a lot of comfort, knowing that your little dumbass was still alive when you weren’t there to keep him from doing dangerous things. 

But now, it wasn’t just used as a simple form of communication when either one of you was away. Now it was also used to locate the other when things got a little… hot. 

"Lo‘ak… it’s the middle of the night", you groaned, barely able to keep your finger on the speaker button before you halfway drifted off to sleep again. You hear something rustle on the other end of the line, some movements and a breathy laugh before he speaks again, "I‘ll be quick, I promise. Please, tanhì." He sounded a little whiny and you couldn’t help but smile. 

"You’re always quick", you joke and then you hear him chuckle a soft, "ouch". It’s silent for a while and it’s like he knew you were considering it, because you literally felt the grin on his face, even when you couldn’t see him.

"Okay", you finally sighed, "But you will come over! And you‘ll have to do all the work. I‘m too tired to move." 

"You’re the best! I‘ll be there in two."

Lo‘ak showed up to your marui in a heartbeat, no surprise, letting himself in as if he lived there with you. 

You were half-asleep again, your thoughts syrupy-slow and you barely registered how he settled himself next to you, curling himself around your back. Lo‘ak presses himself against you and he’s warm and his breathing fans against your ear. Fit together like this, you could feel your bodies responding to each other. Arousal begins to heat your blood when you feel his erection poke against your back.

"Hey," he whispers and you turn your head to kiss him. In the dark, you only manage to kiss the corner of his mouth, where his lips are curved into a smile. 

It’s him who leans in to try again, and then your mouths finally meet. It’s less than a kiss and more of a tired, pressing together.

Thankfully, Lo‘ak doesn’t waste another second of keeping his hands to himself, before you feel his fingertips ghost over your hips and move towards your core.  

"What’s got you so needy in the middle of the night?", you giggle as you drape your thigh over his, spreading your legs to make room for him, "Couldn’t sleep?"

"Oh no, I did sleep", he chuckles, "Had some very nice dreams actually."

His hands move to pull the cloth aside that covers your private parts. He doesn't need to see your face to know that you’re smiling lazily and he places a kiss on your neck, enjoying how you tilt your head to accommodate him. He could spend all night just feeling you, getting you slowly worked up but this wasn’t the time. Lo‘ak knows you’re tired and he’s afraid that if he took his time, his actions would come across as too lovingly and that you would get suspicious again. 

"What did you dream about?", you ask him, voice low and seductively. 

About you. I was dreaming about you. 

"Hm dunno. Can’t really remember much, just that I woke up and…", he grinds his cock against your lower back, letting his body speak for him and you hum. 

You’re sleep-warm and pliable, so willing to be manhandled that it drives him insane. His cock is so painfully hard, it’s been hard for hours just from thinking about you. 

Lo‘ak shifts to cup your sex with his hand, fingers gently swiping through your folds and feeling for your wet entrance. He coats his digits in your slickness, two fingertips prodding at your entrance before he sinks them inside. You gasp at the sudden stretch, toes curling when he begins to move them.

"S-shit, baby I need you so bad", he whispers against your ear, "m'gonna fuck you so good." 

"Please", you whimper and he feels your walls squeeze around his digits when he curls them just right, hitting that spongey spot inside you. "Fuck me Lo‘ak, please, please I need it", you sleepily brabble.

Lo‘ak feels how hard his heart beats against his chest when you moan his name, almost like it wants to escape his body and fly away. It would be so much easier that way. He wouldn’t have to feel the guilt that’s eating him up inside, making him feel dirty and wrong when he breaks the most important rule you’ve both so strongly agreed on. He’s not using you for pleasure anymore, it’s not a give and take and it has turned into something different. For you, nothing has changed. But for him, for him it’s so much more than just sex now. 

Lo’ak wonders if that makes him a bad person. He’s not only breaking the number one rule, but ignoring one of your boundaries too. And respecting them used to be– no, they still were his priority. 

He feels bad about what he’s doing, yet he can’t bring himself to stop. He can’t bring himself to end it, because Lo‘ak feels like he can be more honest with his body than his words. You would probably never realize it like that anyways and for now, he’s fine with that. He would willingly take the guilt, if that meant being able to feel you, being able to have you like this whenever either one of you desired. 

Your breathing is decidedly less even by the time he's finished getting you thoroughly wet and he can't wait any longer. He lines his cock up with your slick entrance and slowly pushes forward, until he's completely buried inside. Lo‘ak takes a minute to savour it, his head tucked in the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent. It has grown more intense, so rich and sweet, since the day he realized he felt something for you. It was like your body called for him.

He then pulls out just a few inches before he sets his pace, lazy and deep strokes, and you draw your knees up to give him better access. His next thrust hits you in an even better spot, if your quiet gasp and the sweet little mewl is any indication.

Lo‘ak slips a hand down your body to stroke your clit and the second his fingertips begin to move, he felt your wall squeeze hard around his cock. "Fuck, that’s it’s baby", he groans lowly, "I fucking love when you do that, you’re so tight. Do it again, c‘mon." He gives a light tap to your clit and your hips jerk. You flex your pelvic floor muscles as best as you can, earning a breathy moan from him. 

Lo‘aks head felt dizzy. 

He was completely absorbed by the feeling of your sweet little pussy. It seemed to lovingly embrace his cock, to massage it and cling to it whenever he dared to pull out just a few inches.

Slowly, his pace increases, until he’s moving his hips fast and hard, panting heavily. His face was bright with arousal by now, bare chest wet with sweat and it felt so, so fucking good. Nothing on Pandora could ever be compared to this feeling, to the tight clutch of your pussy and the noises you made just for him.

Maybe… maybe he should tell you. 

No. No, that would only make him feel worse, because there was only one way this would go. Lo‘ak was the one that had started this and he would be the one to end it, if he were to ever confess his true feelings to you. No, he couldn’t tell you. 

When Lo’ak opens his eyes, he can’t take them off of the bioluminescence freckles decorating your skin. His free hand comes up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing the supple flesh and gently tugging on your nipple. He loves the freckles on your chest the most. It’s like a path, a pattern, leading all over your body and he wants to kiss every single one of them.

You’re so pretty and no one knows you as well as he does. Lo‘ak doesn’t know anyone else like he knows you— body and mind, all of you.

That’s why he knows to dive down and press more kisses to your throat and why he knows just how to touch your sensitive clit, how to circle that little bundle of nerves just right. When you moan from the sensation, Lo‘aks body shudders in response, like your pleasure was ultimately connected to his own. 

"C-Coming, Lo I‘m… oh fuck I’m coming", you whine and that’s what snaps him out of his thoughts. He feels your legs tremble, how you hold your breath and more slickness begins to seep out of you and then it crashes through you. 

It’s a feeling of pure bliss for him, to know that your coming on his cock, that he’s the one making you feel like this. He’s relentlessly rubbing your clit and you whimper and sob, reaching down to try and shove his hand away because he’s starting to overstimulate you. It doesn’t seem to stop him.

"Give me one more, please tanhì, come for me again", Lo‘ak groans next to your ear, adding just a little more pressure to your clit to make you cry out and shudder from each firm, deep stroke of his cock. Your inner walls cling tightly to his shaft, squeezing him, flexing around his warm, intruding length, coaxing him deep inside with each thrust.

"Shit– you feel so good, I’m gonna cum too!" His eyes were foggy with lust, and his shaft twitched and throbbed wildly inside you. The velvety-soft feeling of your walls was enough to make him forget everything but the pleasure he craved. Lo’ak wasn’t himself anymore. Everything about you made him lose his mind further. He was working single mindedly towards his orgasm, desperately thrusting over and over into you, chasing the ecstasy of his oncoming climax. 

His fingers worked roughly over your clit, fast and tight circles that made you forget to breathe until you felt another orgasm approach quickly.

"Oh fuck, fuck yesyesyes", you squeaked and even in the dark, Lo’ak could see your eyes rolling back into your head as the pleasure overtook you again. He feels your walls spams around him and that’s what finally tips him over the edge too.

Lo’ak buries his face in the crook of your neck, moaning something so low and garbled that you barely picked up that it wasn’t said in Na‘vi. You didn’t care to ask what he said just yet, too busy catching your breath as you slowly came down from your high. 

It took Lo‘ak a significant amount of time to finally pull out of you and rearrange his clothes. You barely moved next to him, breathing now even and calm and he knew you were on the verge of falling asleep. He moves as quiet as possible as he pulls his arm out from under your head to get up. 

"It’s almost morning, you ass", you tiredly mumble while turning from your left to your right side, "I have to get up at sunrise.”

“Worth it”, he whispers more to himself than to you, a big grin plastered on his face. 

“I hate you,” you groan, scrubbing your hands over your eyes. Lo’ak snickers, making his way towards the entrance of your marui.  

“Oh, hey, wait,” you then say, propping your head up. He stops short, meeting your gaze. “What did you say, you know, earlier? I was kinda… preoccupied and didn’t hear.” He could hear the teasing tone in your voice.

“Kinda? You wound me,” Lo‘ak says, placing a hand over his heart and pouts playfully. “You think I remember what I said while I was nutting, skxawng?”, he chuckles and then shrugs, causing you to roll your eyes. Before you can reply, though, you yawn. Seeing that Lo‘ak was still standing in the doorway leaves you tempted to throw something at him to finally get him out. You really needed some sleep now, at least for a few more hours.

"See you later?"

"Yes, yes now get out", you wave him off, voice muffled against the furs, that you used as a makeshift pillow, you had now buried your face in. 

Lo’ak then finally turns and heads out. But as soon as his back was facing your marui, his playful expression slackens. His brows scrunch up as he walks back to his own tent, staring at the ground in disbelief, hands balled into tight fists on his sides.

I love you.

I love you, was what he had gasped into your neck when he was too overwhelmed with the smell, the taste and the feeling of you. Fuck.

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Lo‘ak was fuming. 

His father couldn’t have picked a better timing for this sort of conversation. Ever since he completed his Iknimaya, years ago when he was welcomed as an adult in his clan, his father had urged him to find a mate. He would ask again and again, introduced all kind of women to him. A few years ago it was embarrassing, having your father make you talk to girls. But now it was simply annoying. 

There was a short period of time where his dad had stopped asking, but for whatever reason, he had decided to try again, just a few weeks ago. And that, at the worst timing possible. 

"So… you still don’t like any of the women your dad wants to set you up with?" 

Your voice was soft, carefully even, as if you walked on tiptoes around him. Speaking to him like he was made out of glass. It made him feel vulnerable and he hated it. He hated it, because it felt good that you allowed him to be vulnerable. Speaking to you always made him feel so much better. But now he realized, that moments like these only made him fall for you even more.  

"No", he simply said. 

Lo‘ak laid on his back, hands folded over his stomach as he glanced up to the crowns of the trees. A few rays of sun shined through the thick leaves, warming and tickling his skin where they touched him. 

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you turned to face him. "What about Rena? She seems like a nice girl."

"Rena is fucking crazy", Lo‘ak told you honesty, "Tarem told me she’s super jealous and I’m not into obsessive woman. I need my freedom, you know?" She wouldn’t let me continue to stay friends with you, was what he intended to say.

A deep sigh left your lips and that’s what brings him to finally look at you. You had moved into a sitting position, cross legged, while braiding a loose strand of your hair. 

"Sure you do. Have you even met any of them yourself before you judge?" 

Lo‘aks brows furrowed before he spoke, his hands wildly gesturing with every word, "I‘m just not ready for a commitment like that. Choosing a mate for life that’s– that’s a lot of pressure. I‘m still young, there’s plenty of time!" His tail trashed against the ground, clearly irritated. It wasn’t like he was lying. He really wasn’t ready for all of that— but the fine difference to make it the whole truth was, the he only wasn’t ready for such a commitment… if it wasn’t with you. 

"How come your parents don’t make you choose a mate? You’re just two years younger than me!"

"Well, probably because I’m not the olo’eyktan’s son", you chuckled.

"Neteyam is next in line, not me", Lo‘ak grumbled and again, you sighed. 

"I know that myself", there’s a long pause as if you were trying to choose your next words right, "Lo‘ak, your father is just trying to give you the same happiness he has with your mother. You—"

"My dad is just trying to set me up because he thinks that will make me stay out of trouble", he interrupts you, probably a bit too harsh for his own liking. Lo‘ak wanted to punch himself for the way you looked at him now. "I’m sorry, kalin. Can we… can we just like, not talk about this anymore? I wanted to see you because I didn’t want to think about this right now."

This. This meant, the thought of loosing you to someone else. Having to choose someone as his mate that wasn’t you. 

"You’re right, sorry", you quickly apologize with a smile, a genuine smile that warms his cheeks. Lo‘ak inhales a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as if that would make him forget the world around him. Forget you. 

The gentle touch of two soft, warm palms on his thighs then snaps him back to reality. Opening his eyes, Lo‘ak props himself on his forearms to look at you. You had settled yourself closer to him, your hands now gently massaging his upper thighs and ever so slowly, working themselves further up.

"What are you doing?", he chuckles with the tilt of his head and some of his braids sway over his shoulder with the movement. The smile on your lips is smug and he knows that look on your face, like you’ve planned something.

"Hm, I don’t know", you shrug innocently, "I was just wondering if there‘s anything I can do to make you feel better?" The seductive tone in your voice makes something stir inside him, yet he can’t do anything but smile weakly.

There’s nothing he wants to do more right now than to feel you, hold you close and loose himself in the pleasure that you provide, but the thought of loosing you to someone else, the thought of his destiny being with someone else still lays heavy in his heart. 

"I don’t know if I’m in the mood for this", he sighs.

"Not in the mood? You?", you gasp jokingly, "Who are you and what did you do to my Lo‘ak?"

My Lo‘ak. The words make heat creep up his cheeks and the tip of his ears.

Sometimes he forgets how well you know him, and then he’s reminded of it at the worst possible moments, like right now. 

The sex was one thing. But to have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy. Something he wasn’t willing to loose. 

Still, Lo‘ak doesn’t resist when your hands move further up, massaging the muscles of his thighs and caressing his skin. It just feels so good, he can’t help but let it happen. He watches in awe as you inch closer to him, untying his loincloth to let his half hard cock spring free. You don’t even hesitate to reach out for him, both hands closing around his shaft to feel him grow fully hard in your palms as you begin to stroke him. Lo‘ak mutters some quiet curses, watching how you let spit pool in your mouth before letting it drip from your tongue to the mushroomy head of his cock. Now lubed with spit, your hands glide over his shaft so much easier, so smooth, that the pace of your strokes effortlessly increases. 

"Tanhì, baby, please", Lo‘ak grunts, hips twitching in an effort to stay seated and not fuck right into your palm. "Shh", you coo with a smug grin, "Let me make you feel good, Lo. Just relax. We’re gonna fuck soon enough." Your promising words send a shiver down his spine.

"Oh eywa", he prays, his voice shaking and barely above a whisper, when your thumb starts to tease his slit, where the first bead of pre-cum had already formed and spilled over. You smear the sticky, clear liquid over the soft skin of his tip and he groans.

Slow and steadily, you add more speed and pressure to your hands, moving up and down, sometimes in a twisting motion that produces these obscene squelching sounds in your spit slicked palms. Lo‘ak moans and his cock twitches heavily, hips stuttering as he chases his upcoming orgasm. Pleasure ripples through him with each firm stroke and he feels his chest tightening.

"F-Fuck, fuck, holy sh–shit that feels so good", he curses, squirming underneath your touch, with his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut. "Keep going, no wait—", his eyes fly open to find yours, "stop, stop, stop tanhì I’m close!"

"What’s wrong?", you tilt your head and giggle, the pace in which you’re stroking his fat cock never faltering and he almost chokes on his next words. "Can I come inside you?", he begs with a whimper, "Please, please let me come in you, I’m— I don’t want to come like that. Need to fill you up with my cum, baby. Please."

You squeeze your thighs together at his words, a wave of arousal pooling between them. The whine Lo’ak produces, when you don’t let up, is helpless. He’s twitching, gasping, moaning, unable to form words as you work his cock, hard and fast.

"Hmm, you can do that later, okay? Just let go for me now. Come. I know you want to, don’t hold back, Lo."

Twisting your hands, you do that thing you know he loves, that always tips him over the edge. You squeeze just below the tip of his cock with one hand, the other stroking his length so hard that his heavy balls smack against your palm the same way they would against your clit when he would take you from behind, face shoved against the ground. Like you knew that’s the imagine that’s playing in his minds eye as you bring him to his orgasm.

"Oh great mother— FUCK", Lo‘ak groans and then sucks in a sharp breath of air. He cums with short bursts of exclamations, thick ropes of warm, sticky cum shooting out, flowing over your hands and his own stomach and thighs. "There you go, that’s it", you coo so sweetly as you continue to pump his cock, it’s enough to make him moan. Trembles run through him and when you don’t stop stroking him, only slow down and lessen the pressure, his thighs jolt. His hips move, like he’s about to rise up, to get away from the intensity, but your hands keep holding onto him. Moving one hand to his stomach, you feel the muscles tense underneath the soft flesh.

Lo‘aks breathing is ragged and heavy and you keep a loose hold of his cock, smiling at the way he’s twitching with the aftershocks. It’s no surprise that he doesn’t grow soft in your palm, still hard as a rock thanks to his enviable stamina. You give him a final squeeze, causing a few more droplets of his cum to seep out of his slit and run over your knuckles. 

"Holy shit", he shakily exhales, "you’re way too fucking good at this."

And that’s really the problem, isn’t it? You’ve done this for so long that you both know what gets each other off. You know what it is about your bodies that the other person loves. You’ve learned and grown together and pleasured and fucked each other until there was nothing else to learn. 

"Thank you", you beam with pride, your cheeks turning into a soft pink and without thinking, Lo’ak reaches for you, hand cupping the back of your neck so he can haul you into a kiss. You go willingly, matching his vigor, match his energy like no one else does. And that’s one of the things he loves about you. One of the things that’s been driving him crazy, keeping him up until ungodly hours as he tries to figure out how someone could affect him this way.

You rest your hand on his chest, tilting your head and he instantly wedges his tongue between your lips. With your other hand, you free yourself from your loincloth, with the simple pull of a string that holds it together. Lo‘ak hastily pulls you on top of him and positions you to hover over his cock. 

His hands settle on your hips and he wants to pull you down so badly, he want to split you open on his cock, wants you to scream so loudly that every living thing in the forest knows what’s going on. He wants the whole world to hear.

Lo‘ak is so painfully hard and aching as if he didn’t just came. Just like he always is when you touch him, when you arch your back like this, when your hands hold onto his shoulders. The soft curve of your waist, the swell of your breasts and your glistening cunt hovering just inches above his cock— Lo‘ak is so intimately aware of everything he loves about your body in this moment, it makes his heart swell and his cock stir.

But instead of slamming your hips down like he so desperately wanted you to, you decide to sit down on his length, trapping it between his lower stomach and your pussy. You glide yourself against it, grind your clit along his cum covered shaft and he shudders. Your movements are painfully slow, too slow. 

It isn’t supposed to be so slow, so intimate, as it is, so smooth with no worries or such flowing words.

"You feel soo good, hmm so hard just for me? Can’t wait to have you inside of me", you whisper, soft praises falling from your lips before you press them against his own again, tongues curling around each other. Meanwhile, your slickness mixes with his still warm cum and it drives him further insane, knowing just how easy it would be to sink his cock into you right now.

"Let me take over", Lo’ak whispers against your lips, "please. You’re too soft, I don’t want it soft today." He adds more pressure to his grip on your waist, tempted to just manhandle you, flip you onto your stomach to take what he so desperately craves for.

"How do you want it then?", you ask lowly. Your eyes are half lidded with lust and you circle your hips until the head of his cock prods at your entrance. Feeling the muscles of your tight hole clench around his very tip makes him hiss. 

It’s supposed to be wrong and needful, something dirty to make the whole forest regret ever enduring such a view, such sounds and smells. 

"Rough, like… I don’t want to be able to still think anymore, that kind of rough."

What he wants from you in this moment is not warmth or comfort, he wants his deepest desires to be fulfilled and within that, be left limp and used and emotions disobeyed. It’s to be wrongful and with scrunched eyebrows, dirty. It’s not supposed to be like this. Not slow and sensual, teasing and loving and comforting. It’s not supposed to be like this, not right now. Not when this fueled the fire in his heart, made him want you even more, made him love you even more.

Lo‘ak wanted to fuck. He wanted to feel used and not loved, because that would only make things so much worse than they already were. He knows you mean good, that you want to help him feel better, that’s why you go slow and soft and almost lovingly. You just didn’t know what it did to him. You just wanted to comfort your best friend.

"Oh I can do that", you murmur with a grin, "Want me to fuck the thoughts out of your head? Okay." Thank eywa, he thought. 

And then you suddenly rise your hips and slam yourself down, hard, taking his whole length in one thrust, stretching you out to the max and he knows that must’ve hurt at least a little. Your mouth falls open and you both moan in unison. Lo‘ak’s thighs tense, trembling, because it’s only been a few minutes since he came and he’s not sure how much it will take for him to do it again. But you feel so good, your pussy pulling him in, wet walls clenching around his girth and he just knows that won’t be problem. He probably had to calm himself in order not to come too early.

In this position, he’s completely at your mercy and you don’t hesitate to fuck yourself onto him. He hisses at the sensation, at how your cunt clutches him, trying to keep him inside even when you lift your hips up and slam back down again. This goes on for several minutes, with you bouncing on top of him and Lo‘ak moaning and whining and squirming underneath you.

The mushroomy head of his cock knock against your cervix with every thrust and the grip he has on your waist is hard enough to leave bruises. And that’s exactly what he needs. He wants to drown in this moment, in this feeling. But then you moan his name, so sweet it feels like warm syrup poured straight into his brain, "Lo‘ak, oh fu-ck! Lo‘ak, ah!" 

Is this how it’s supposed to feel? Lo’ak asks himself, is love supposed to feel like you’re drowning until the other person brings you just that little bit closer to them and you find air again?

Maybe it isn’t love at all, just the familiarity and warmth of simply being with you, being with his best friend, and all the rushing happiness in that alone. Maybe it’s not love, maybe it’s just the afterglow of every orgasm that you give him, that makes him believe he’s in love with you. Maybe he’s confusing friendship with love, because of the sex, the intimacy. Two things that shouldn’t mix at all, sex and friendship, probably for this exact reason.

Maybe he’s just so starved for affection that he mistakes what you show him, the affection a friend shows him, with love. Is that what it is?

Your arms suddenly shift from where you held onto his shoulders and it snaps him out of his thoughts. It’s not enough. He’s not supposed to think, it’s not hard enough if he can still think.

"Harder", Lo‘ak begs, "Need it harder than that, c’mon tanhì, give me your worst. Fuck me like you mean it, I know you have it in you." You brush your gentle hands through his hair, his braids are a mess by now but you don’t really care as you fist them and tug harshly with every bounce of your hips and he moans loudly at this. His cock twitches wildly inside you, showing just how much he was enjoying this, so you move further to close your hand around his queue and pull, hard, making him gasp and whimper.

Another thing you didn’t know about was, that Lo‘ak couldn’t stop daydreaming about what it may feel like to form tsaheylu with you. To be bonded with you, not just by heart but by soul too. To be physically connected with you, being able to feel what you feel. To be yours forever. The thought alone was enough to make goosebumps appear on his arms. But that’s all that it was and all that it will ever be. A thought, a simple daydream. A silly little fantasy that would never come true. 

He tries to push these thoughts, those that threatens his peace and calm. He slaps them away, bringing him back to the pleasure he's receiving. 

Lo‘ak abruptly sits up beneath you. His hands wrap tight around your waist, lips placing wet, open mouthed kisses along your collarbone. 

He feels sometimes rise in throat, burning like lava that erupts from a volcano and he can’t hold it in any longer, not without burning his tongue. 

“I love you”, he murmurs into your skin, lowly, like maybe you won’t hear him if he speaks quietly enough. It’s not like you would understand the human’s language, anyways. 

"W-What?", you ask, completely unsuspecting of the foreign words falling from his mouth and it makes him wince.

Lo‘ak presses his face to the space between your breasts, smelling your sweat and your natural scents and he pulls you all the way down by your hips so you’re sitting on the very base of his cock, rocking you along it. 

"I love you so much", he mumbles, just a little louder this time because he’s unable to hold it in any longer, "You’re my best friend and I don’t want to loose you, but I love you. I- I‘m so fucking scared to loose you, you mean everything to me. You’re the one good thing in my life and I just can’t live without you, you hear me? But I love you and I want to tell you. I love you so much."

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and use him for leverage to lift yourself up and down on his cock again, your wet cunt squeezing, hugging him. Sloppy noises make their way out and he vaguely recognizes the words falling from your lips.

“Lo’ak I… I don’t understand", you whine into his ear, "Say it so I can understand you.” You demand and he’s helpless, a slave to your desires, every sweet roll of your hips sending bolts of lightening through his guts. He grunts, fingers digging into your hips, pressing his lips together into a thin line to prevent himself from spilling any more unwanted confessions.

Lo‘ak wants to— by Eywa, he really fucking wants to, he wants to tell you that he loves you, that he actually means it and he’s not confusing anything and it isn't just because of what's going on between you both, it’s not because of the sex. He loves you for yourself. For how you make him feel, for how you treat him. He wants to tell you so many things, but at the same time, he's afraid of fucking up your friendship. It hurts to know that you will never look at him the way he looks at you, but he's willing to accept that you'll probably always be just friends. Because even then, he's still getting what he so desperately wants from you. 

He’s willing to accept that. Or at least that’s what he thought…

“Say it!” You gasp, the friction of his pubic bone against your clit sending you into a frenzy. You raise yourself up higher, until only the tip is inside. Your thighs work to keep you up and then you slam back down and he shudders, moaning like it’s been punched out of him.

His arms encircle your middle, holding you so tight that you can barely breathe. He’s pretty sure you can feel his pulse thumping through his dick and then he bucks up into you, making your tits bounce against his chest and you gasp as the tip of his cock thumps against something that feels different than the rest. “Oh f-fuck, there?”

“There, yes right there,” you moan back.

He seizes your hips, holding you in place. You whine, desperately, and he’s quick to oblige you. He thrusts up, cock disappearing and reappearing in a blur, tirelessly fucking against your g-spot, his thighs tensing at the tight squeeze of your walls around his cock.

In the corner of his eyes, he catches the way your teeth sink into your lower lip and something primal comes over him, an animalism for your noises to overpower the familiar sounds of the forest.

"Lo, what– what did you say?", you mewl and Lo‘ak mentally curses you for not letting go of it. Just forget about it already, he thought. Why couldn’t you just ignore it? One of his hands wedges itself between your bodies, thumb blurring down to your clit. He fondles the overly sensitive, wet nub and groans when he feels your pussy clench even harder around his throbbing cock. You borderline scream, trying your best to smother it with a scramble of your hand. It doesn’t help, the noise choppy with every powerful thrust of his hips into you. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m— I‘m so close", you cry out, chanting curses like they’re prayers.

"I know, baby, I know. Can feel you squeezing my cock. You’re so fucking tight like this. D-Don’t you dare stop", he moans, "I‘m gonna come with you."

"Say it. Tell me what you just said Lo‘ak, I‘m serious, I w—" He cuts you off with a well-timed snap of his hips, burying himself into you so deep, it’s rendering you speechless. Your mouth gapes open, eyebrows scrunched with pleasure as the stretch of his cock hurdles you over the edge and you come with sob.

You’re even tighter than before, your cunt acting desperate as it tries to keep him from pulling out. He moans your name into the crook of your neck, holding your waist for stability as he rises his hips off the ground to thrust into you. You feel every muscle in his body tighten under you, a stinging pain shooting through you from the death-grip he had on your hips, pulling you up and down on his cock when you’re unable to ride him on your own anymore.

Lo‘ak grunts and squeezes his eyes shut and he keeps most of his length inside, only pulling out a few inches at a time before pressing right back in and then he comes with a violent shudder, feeling his whole body seize with pleasure. His cum fills you within seconds, so hot you think it might leave burn marks, pooling below your belly button as rope after rope shoots from the tip. He’s panting, cock twitching with every breath, and for a moment it feels endless, but then— 

"I- I see you, tanhì. And I love you. I love you, okay? Fuck, I love you so much!" He blurts out so fast, his brain is unable to translate into the sky people’s language in time and he has no idea what he even just said. He prays that you didn’t understand him, didn’t hear him— But unfortunately, you did. You heard him loud and clear, if the way your eyes widened was any indication of it.

And for less than a second, there’s something in your eyes that gives him the impression that this might not be the end. But then something in them shifts. And you look at him, you properly look at him now, as if the words had finally sunken in. And suddenly it feels like the whole world around him begins to crumble. 

He watches the way your pupils dilate, how they flick from one eye to the other, how you swallow around the lump in your throat while his own has dried out so much, he wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to use his voice again. And then your mouth opens and time stops. He sees the way your lips move but the sound takes a while to reach his ears.

And this, this moment right here, is the ultimate and unstoppable impact after a long fall. But unlike the impact to the ground after an actual fall, short and deadly, this right here is merciless, it’s brutal and gruesome and so, so much more painful.

"Oh, Lo‘ak… I’m so sorry…"

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[pandoraslxna]

the heart wants what it wants

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[pandoraslxna]

what kinks do you think Lo’ak and Neteyam would have? 🤧🤧

Kink list 🔞

Lo‘ak:

edging, light bondage, toys (he’s so intrigued by humans and their technology, you can’t convince me he wouldn’t love sex toys), praise (giving and receiving), overstimulation, orgasm control, cuckold (I said what I said), dirty talk in general like he can’t stfu, biting / marking, body worship, public / semi-public, somnophilia, cum play

Neteyam:

breeding, biting / marking / scenting, pred & prey play, praise (more into giving), dirty talk, overstimulation, brat tamer, begging, size difference, corruption, dom/sub (overall he enjoys giving more than receiving so he’s definitely a pleasure dom), face sitting/face fucking, creampies

#i probably missed a few things but that’s all I can think of right now #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ asks 💌 #neteyam x female reader #neteyam smut #neteyam x female reader smut #loak x reader smut #loak x reader #lo‘ak x reader smut

[pandoraslxna]

— ❝ Sorry, I don't speak english to assholes. ❞

⋆｡° ✮ Bittersweet revenge

Ever since the day Loak had found out that you've chosen to rescue your father, the man that basically murdered Neteyam and made his whole life hell, he was out for revenge.

⋆｡° ✮ Movie night

(Stepbro!Loak AU) Lo'ak can't keep his hands to himself. Not even during movie night.

⋆｡° ✮ Sharing is caring

(featuring Spider) Sometimes, all you need is a good friend who is willing to share.

⋆｡° ✮ The Fall

It was like falling off a cliff. A slow, steady fall and then the blinding crash. But in reality, a fall would've hurt less. Less than this.

⋆｡° ✮ Close ain't close enough

Even though your relationship was still fairly new, you couldn't stop overthinking how certain things could even work out, between a human and a Na'vi.

⋆｡° ✮ Want, get, have.

Loak takes advantage of the little crush he knows the olo'eyktan's spoiled daughter habors for him. That is, until you finally decide to get payback for all his teasing.

⋆｡° ✮ Addicted to you

The first time it happened, could be considered an accident. He didn't mean to come over and steal your underwear, stuff it in his tweng and take it with him, like a dirty little secret. The second time however, was less an accident and more a strategic planned theft.

⋆｡° ✮ Drabbels:

Sub!Loak

Edging Sub!Loak

Edging till he's crying

He makes you sit on his face

Free use kink

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