I'm Not Even Going To Care This Really Touched My Soul My Heart Broke I'm A Smart Girly But This Fluff

I'm not even going to care this really touched my soul my heart broke I'm a smart girly but this fluff writing beautiful Exquisite even

Breathtaking

Status: Part 3 of ‘Breathtaking’ and 'Breathtaking Pt 2' (FINAL)

Paring: Neteyam x Human Reader (Y/n)

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of death, Romance, Humor, Jealousy.

Summary: As Neteyam and Y/n grow closer together so do their feelings for one another. And forbidden love blossoms unknowingly, both parties feeling to scared to express it to one another.

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: A direct continuation of 'Breathtaking Pt2'

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Y/n paces behind Lo’ak, Spider and Kiri. Her head hanging low as she slowly trudged behind them. Her hands were clasped in front of her, her fingers fiddling out of nervousness. She bit her lip furiously as anxiety settled deep with her stomach also causing her to almost retch. She couldn't help but feel fear, anxiety and nervousness about what's to come.

Neteyam, who had been pacing beside her slow pace, smirks in amusement. If Y/n had ears and a tail they would have been fidgeting like crazy right now. He found it funny how even though they were not the same species he was able to tell what she was feeling, just by watching her.

“You’re fidgeting” Neteyam points out, his tone laced with mirth. 

Y/n jumped at his tone, her deep thoughts caused her to forget that the 8ft Na’vi was beside her. Smiling down at her as if she had done something funny. 

“Am I? Why would I-I’m not nervous!” 

“Didn’t say you were,” Neteyam smirks fully, watching how she didn’t seem to have control over her words. Y/n pouts, her cheeks flushing pink, a sight that Neteyam always adored. 

“Wanna tell me what’s bothering you ka’lin flaw’m?” (Sweet cheeks) Neteyam teases, watching her cheeks burn brightly at the new nickname that has always enlisted the same response. Y/n sputters in embarrassment before being able to formulate actual words. 

“I’-I….I’m just nervous. I haven’t met any Na’vi other than you guys…and I’m more scared about meeting your family” Y/n admits, her lips becoming more swollen at how harshly she bit them. Neteyam’s eyes soften at her words, slowing down to halt her steps as he places a comforting hand on her shoulder. He offers her a genuine smile to help comfort her. 

“You have nothing to worry about Tsawksyul, you think Lo’ak did tell them about you?-'' Neteyam chuckles at the memory of their many shared dinners where Lo’ak spoke of Y/n with such interest. 

His family had been notified of Y/n very early on and they knew she would come to visit them and the rest of the clan today. Though Neytiri was stern on the matter, after Jake reassured her that it would be ok she came to an understanding. Not too happy over the fact a human has been taking all her children’s time as of late. She agreed to it only because all her children spoke wisely and fondly of her. Especially her eldest, Neteyam. 

“-He practically talked their ears off over the fact he’s met a human who can breathe without a mask! And about how kind you are. You are his favorite human and that’s saying something” Neteyam encourages, his ears standing up in happiness as a smile crosses the girl's face. Something he had been missing the moment he and his siblings came to pick her up from the base.  

Y/n giggles, peering up at the taller male who had crouched down to her level. Her eyes fill with adoration as they trace over his features, her blush not ceasing as she utters out the next few words. 

“Do you think I’m kind?” She asks, sounding hopeful.

Neteyam sighs out dreamily, his large hand tucking a strand of her soft hair behind her hair. He smiles softly, his eyes tracing over her eyes and landing on her plump lips.

“Kind, doesn't begin to cover how I feel,”

~~~~~~~

“Y/m/f/n?!?!” Neytiri calls when her eyes land on the tiny human walking alongside her eldest, who stood by her protectively. The little human in question casts a confusing glance between Neytiri and Neteyam, confused as to why his mother uttered her own mothers name. 

“T-that’s…my moth-”

Neytiri roughly pulls away from her mate's grasp as she crosses the few steps towards the girl at an alarming speed. Neteyam braces himself to protect Y/n from his mother if needed, his legs ready to evade the attack that never came. Neytiri crouches down right before Y/n, pulling her in for a gentle hug. 

“Oh thank you great mother, thank you!!” Neytiri whispers into the smaller girl's hair, tears streaming down her face. Y/n melts into the embrace, the feeling of a motherly figure holding her so delicately causing her to choke up as well. 

Neytiri slowly pulls away, still holding the girl's shoulders as if she were scared that Y/n would disappear. Y/n wipes her face in embarrassment as Neytiri sighs out, as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Neteyam’s tail swishes behind him stiffly, carefully watching the entire interaction. 

“Y-you knew my mother…?” Y/n asks softly, recalling all the logs and Norms and Max’s stories of her mother immersing herself in Na’vi culture, offering her aid and growing close to Neytiri who had been there the day she was born. 

“I did. She was a wonderful woman, someone I called my sister….” Neytiri admits softly, her mate Jake quietly walking closer towards them. His eyes widening momentarily at the uncanny resemblance between Y/n and her mother they had lost years ago. 

“I thought I lost both of you that day….You look just like your mother.” Neytiri muses, casting a glance at her son who was still weary of her being this close to Y/n. Neteyam smiles at his mother's glance, trying not to show how happy he was that his mother immediately accepted Y/n upon first glance.  

“What's your name, little one?”

“Her name is Y/n '' Neteyam says softly, his eyes turning to Y/n. 

A human that represented change, a new change that he welcomed with open arms. Maybe she is the key to their future, the key to live alongside humans harmoniously. She was a gift in his eyes, and his expression showed his feelings blatantly, which caused Jake to smirk. 

“Beautiful ... .just like you” Neytiri whispers, wiping the tears from her cheek as she smiles fondly at Y/n. 

Neteyam who still stayed beside Y/n the entire time smiles wide at his mothers words, words he truly believed as well. 

~~~~~~~~

After the well received introduction to the clan a few weeks ago, Y/n was granted full availability into the clan. She was able to watch in on riding sessions of direhorses, she was able to watch Mo’at work her magic on wounded villagers and she was even welcomed to meals with the Sully’s. 

Though there would be a tiny disagreement on where she would sit (mostly a disagreement between Neytiri and Neteyam, both wanting Y/n to sit near them) other than that her days were filled with lessons and adventure. 

What she could only dream of, finally coming true at last. The villagers also recognized her efforts to help around, whether it be assisting the elderly with moving things she was able to carry to helping Mo’at with her healing practices. The villagers were happy and welcoming of her, wanting to get to know her as well. 

“Hi!! I’m No’eng, I see you around the village a lot. Nice to meet you” A male Na’vi  who had approached Neteyam and Y/n as they were holding baskets for Mo’at, smiled at Y/n. Almost fully disregarding Neteyam who glares at the older, yet shorter boy. His curious eyes take in her form, analyzing her from top to bottom. 

“Oh! I’m Y/n, nice to meet you too!” Y/n smiles wide, appreciating how the male chooses to crouch down to her level for an easier conversation. Neteyam clears his throat, the male’s attention leaving Y/n’s stature to face him. 

“Hi Neteyam” 

“Hi.”

“So….-” The male looks back at Y/n. Flashing a charming smile that has her blushing. “-if you ever want to hang around, I can show you some cool stuff. Also I’d love to get to know you better, I’m curious about a human as unique as you” he adds, flashing his pearly whites. 

Feeling quite nervous  under his calculating gaze,  Y/n glances at Neteyam who had his jaws clenched tightly, “Oh-that’s nice but-”

“It’s ok No’eng, I’ve got her” 

No’eng offers Y/n a quick smile before standing up to face Neteyam, who doesn't back down though he is speaking to someone who is older than him. “Oh. I thought you were busy with your duties?” No’eng asks, tilting his head in question. 

“I can work around my schedule” Neteyam seethes through clenched teeth, his free hand reaching down to grasp Y/n’s tiny ones. 

“C’mon Y/n, we're leaving” Neteyam announces, tugging her softly. 

“Oh…ok. See you around” Y/n hurriedly replies as she follows Neteyam the longer route to Mo'at's tent. 

“What was that about?” 

“It’s nothing, let’s go” 

“It sure didn’t feel like nothing” 

~~~~~~~~

Y/n rests her head on her  palm as she lazily stares at the Na’vi in front of her, working on his bow. His fingers glide against the bow with ease as he carves delicately into the wood. 

Y/n smiles softly to herself admiring the beauty that Neteyam provided. When did he steal her heart? She didn’t know. All that she did know was her growing infatuation with the taller Na’vi that she came to a realization not too long ago. 

It just seemed like her love came out of nowhere, and at the wrong time. Y/n had been moping over her love for Neteyam as she watched the way several female Na’vi their age would approach him. All with the desire to mate the future Olo’eyktan. 

Y/n knew her feelings had no potential. No matter how much she loved him, they were not the same species. Not meant to be. She couldn’t express her feelings even if she wanted to. They were of two worlds. And she knew she had no chance. 

“Y/n?” Neteyam calls worriedly, catching the h/c girl off guard as she jumps in her seat. 

“Oh sorry! You were saying something?” Y/n replies quickly, her cheeks stained crimson at being caught gawking at him. And if Neteyam noticed her lovesick stare, he didn’t say anything about it. His thoughts occupy his entire thoughts at the moment. 

“Kiri saw you with No’eng yesterday”  he states, his eyes watching  her for any lie she would present. Unfortunately for him, Y/n was the purest soul he could have ever met. She never lied, her truth always slipping out of her. 

“Oh yea! He ran into me on his way to the Tsahik’s tent. I helped him out with the minor wound he wanted to inquire about. Thank goodness I carry my medical pouch with me” Y/n says proudly, patting her pouch strapped to her waist filled with first aid as well as herbs she felt came in handy with her medicinal practice.

Neteyam clears his throat, noting  how she answered him so innocently. Clearly she didn’t have any ill intentions with her interactions with that specific Na’vi. But Neteyam knew, No’eng did. 

“So you…helped him?”

“Yes!…was that wrong?”

Neteyam shakes his head, he always admired how easily Y/n jumped into helping anyone. But in this case he would have to pretend he didn’t feel too offended by her actions to spare her feelings. 

“No, it’s just you’ve never done that for me” 

Y/n’s mouth forms into an ‘o’, her eyes crinkling as she lets out an amused chuckle at his expense. 

“Because you always come back unscathed. And when you do injure yourself your always run off to Mo’at before I can assess the injury” 

Neteyam smirks at her words, proof that he was a great warrior, rarely getting hurt during missions and hunts. He slyly raises an eyebrow, leaning towards her his bow long forgotten.

“So you're saying if I get injured and come to you ... .you'll help?”

“Of course!” 

~few moments later~ 

Y/n hums to herself, her fingers working carefully to pull the herbs she had been tasked to bring for Mo’at. She takes a whiff of the smell of the particular herb, the minty aroma filling her senses. 

“Y/n!” 

Neteyam bursts through the bushes startling Y/n and Tuk who was busy weaving a flower crown nearby. Neteyam was clutching his hand against his chest as Y/n ran to him in alarm, dropping the herbs along the way. Just as she is in front of him, her eyes trace over his body in worry. Landing on the hand he clutched close to himself. 

“Neteyam!? What’s wrong?” 

She shakily reaches out to bush her delicate soft fingers against his arm, missing the smile that spreads across his lips as he reveals the wound.

“Oh my god, what happened” 

Neteyam shrugs off her concern, sitting down on the ground to which Y/n follows. Her hand rubs soothingly along the wound as she grabs her pouch in a hurry. 

“I got a cut from my arrow” 

Y/n bites her lips from laughing out loud as she works to clean and bandage the tiny but deep wound. The entire time Neteyam was unmoving, watching how she moved so gracefully to tend to his tiny cut and had not realized that she had finished before she even started. 

“There, all better” Y/n announces, wiping around the wound while smiling down at her handiwork. Just as she finishes she looks up to Neteyam, only to catch his eyes already locked onto her, a shit eating grin across his lips. 

“Why are you smiling like that…..” Y/n questions looking back at the wound and at his smug face. 

Y/n tilts her head, his eyes widening in realization as she pieced everything together. Neteyam was very careful, calculated as you should be as a warrior. He wouldn't, he couldn’t get a tiny cut from handling a mere arrow head. It just wasn't like him. It was as if he…intended on getting hurt. Though very minor, it granted him a tiny precious moment with Y/n, the same moment he was jealous of nothing she did the same to No’eng.

“You planned this--didn’t you?” 

“I have no idea what you’re insinuating Y/n,” 

~~~~~~~~

“Oh!! That's pretty neat” Norm compliments, his fingers brushing over the beautiful rock on Y/n’s desk. Even in the dimly lit room of the base the rock glittering beautifully, graining his attention as Norm carefully picks up the beautiful rock for further and up close inspection.

Upon hearing Norm, Y/n swoops around in her seat. Her eyes widen as she quickly gets up to make sure Norm was handling the rock with utmost care. 

“Careful!!!” Y/n says, cupping her hands near Norm’s as if ready to catch it should it slip from his firm grasp. Norm chuckles, his eyes scanning over her panicked state over a mere rock. 

“What's wrong? This isn't my first time handling a rock Y/n, what's so special about this one?” Norm asked quizzically, his eyebrows raised as he finally set the rock back down. 

He watched in amusement at how Y/n sighs out in relief when it's set on top of her desk. Her very sturdy desk where it had been placed, days ago. 

“I-It's just a rock, a pretty rock! That's why-”

“Neteyam gave it” Spider butts in,  peeking his head in through the door. Y/n immediately flushes pink at his words, her lower lip jutting out in a pout.

It was indeed a gift from Neteyam, along with many others he had given her. He had been showering Y/n with little trinkets for a while now that she had carefully wrapped and added to her growing collection that was kept hidden in her room. 

She didn't want anyone to ask questions as to why she had them or who gave them to her.  Her heart always soaring whenever Neteyam bought her something of Pandora’s beauty as a gift. At first it seemed out of the blue, but Y/n was ecstatic nevertheless. 

And over time it progressed to a regular occurrence. Neteyam would bring rocks, features, flowers from his hunts and missions. He brought her anything that he thought was beautiful and could interest her. 

He had even hunted and forged fruits for her, which he always asked his father if it was safe for human consumption before he presented them to her, which they shared in each other's presence.

Y/n loved the way his chest would puff out with pride when she would marvel at  his hunting and foraging stills. He had even weaved her a little pouch to carry with her when she was in the mood for gathering herbs or specimens. 

Y/n felt honored that Neteyam always thought of her, butterflies would erupt deep within her when she would realize that on his missions he would take the time to find something for her. 

Beautiful gifts that Y/n began looking forward to.

But that's all they were. Gifts. Despite a small part of her wishing they were courting gifts, Y/n knew that was too good to be true. Though she did notice how Neteyam never seemed to give any other female such gifts. She chalked it up to Neteyam taking his training and learning way too seriously to look for a mate. To him, she thought of herself as mere entertainment. A friend. 

“Spider! You little!!” Y/n growls , trying to get past Norm to slap the smug look on her friend's face. Norm holds her back chuckling at her antics,  a small part of him panging with interest. 

“Is this the first time?” Norm asks when Y/n shows no sign of going after Spider. Y/n opens her mouth to speak, to lie about how many gifts she had carefully stashed away for her viewing only. 

“Plenty! Neteyam always brings her stuff from his hunts and missions! He even gave her the arrow head he had fashioned into a necklace from one of his very successful hunts!” Spider snickers, recalling how Y/n had blushed so intensely when she was given the very generous and thoughtful offering. The best gift in her opinion, that  she dared not to wear just to preserve it for all of eternity., 

Norm’s eyes widen, his jaw going slightly ajar. If that wasn’t a sign the Neteyam, the future Olo’eyktan, was courting Y/n. He didn't know what else it was. 

“You're dead!!” Y/n hisses, running past Norm to run after Spider. His cackles fill the corridor as he rushes towards the lab, fully  intending on running outside where he knew he would most like loose Y/n. He hurriedly places his Exo-pack on while rushing past the door he had managed to press open in time. 

“Come back here!!!” Y/n roars with bubbling anger, stopping to press in the code as the door swooshes open. She stumps in heavily, ready to murder Spider with her bare hands for embarrassing her only to stop a few feet from a smirking Spider. And Neteyam, who was crouched behind him.

A breathing mask hangs from his neck as he watches the anger from Y/n eyes disappear as she realizes Neteyam had dropped by, and was in the comfort of the lab. 

“Uhhhhh” Y/n’s brain short circuits , her whole  face flushing deep crimson realizing how not only had she been angered over the teasing over the certain Na’vi. But said Na’vi also saw her stomp into the lab, fully angered. Could the situation have been any more mortifying?

“Hi Neteyam… h-…Hi!!” Y/n stutters, placing her hands being her back hoping he didn't notice her fists ready to knock Spider into a different universe. 

“Hi Tsawksyul, is everything ok?” Neteyam asks, glancing in between Spider and Y/n. Y/n could have sworn Spider’s smirk widened at his words as she tried to force a smile. 

“Yea bro, Y/n was just telling me how great I am. Isn’t that right Y/n?” Spider tilts his head mockingly as Y/n writes a mental note to deal with him later. 

“Y-yea, that's right. What a…g-great guy” Y/n says through her clenched teeth. 

Neteyam chuckles in amusement as he carefully crosses the distance towards Y/n. He pulls out his hair as he unwraps his fist. Y/n let's out a gasp as she stares at the beautiful gem, it looked ethereal as it glitters beautifully. It was clear, like water but had an iridescent sheen to it, a beauty Y/n had never seen. 

“I found this gem near the river, I wanted to weave it into a band of some sort but I got a little too excited to show you. Do you like it?” Neteyam asks softly, nervously watching how Y/n’s focused on the gem that he places in her awaiting smaller ones. Y/n caress the smooth surface of the gem, her eyes marveling at its beauty. 

“Like it? I love it! It's so beautiful Neteyam!! Thank you!”

Y/n leaps into Neteyam’s arms, catching him off guard for a second which he quickly recovers by wrapping his larger arm around her to prevent her from falling. 

Though Y/n and Neteyam had grown extremely close to one another, other than holding hands and poking each other teasingly they rarely hugged. Y/n tried to implement  ‘friendly’ hugs into their daily routine, loving how her smaller body always melted against his larger one. 

But choose no to continue on with it due to how much her heart would beat out of her chest. She didn't want Neteyam knowing how much she loved hugging him. 

Unbeknownst to her, Neteyam always sought out her hugs, feeling like he was truly a fine warrior when he hugged her because when his body wrapped around her he felt as though he was protecting her. And the fact then when she was this close to him he was able to smell her, up close. A scent he couldn't help but adore. 

“N-no problem. I'm glad you like it!” Neteyam replies as Y/n carefully pulls away to stand in front of him, smiling wide. 

Neteyam felt his heart soar, his little Tsawksyul accepting another gift that he acquired for her. Setting hope deep within him as he secretly prepared the main gift he wished to give her soon. 

~~~~~~~~

Y/n’s hand stayed clasped with Neteyam’s larger ones the entire walk here, especially when Neteyam had informed her he had something he wanted to show her. A surprise, in his words. 

But once the ‘thing’ he wanted to show her came into view, Y/n’s hand immediately slipped through his finger as she mindlessly walked towards the beautiful; and breathtaking structure, her eyes drinking it in as she drew near. 

Neteyam quietly watches how she steps closer to their sacred trees, her steps timid and careful, Her breathing escaping out on soft gasp as she scanned the trees from the roots to the highest tendril she could get into view. 

“This is the tree of souls, our most sacred place” Neteyam says soft;ly, making sure to keep his voice quiet so as to not surprise her in her awe filled gaze. Y/n slowly turns to  Neteyam, her smile stretching wide. She turns back to the tree as Neteyam’s ears twitch, his eyes traveling to the sky above as he notices a few Atokirina float towards him, his eyes growing fond at the sight. 

“Wow Neteyam, it’s magnificent. My mother spoke of this place in her logs, she wasn't well enough during her pregnancy to come out to see it ... .I can’t believe I’m here” Y/n speak softly, biting her lips as her eyes gloss over sightly. Feeling overwhelmed. Neteyam nods at her words, the feeling radiating from the trees soothing and filled with hope. 

“It's a place very important to us, it’s a place where prayers are heard. And sometimes answered” Neteyam explains, stepping closer to a tendril near him. He holds it within his grasp as Y/n watches it glow under his hold. Her eyes sting with slight envy knowing that the Na’vi can connect with such an amazing structure. 

Y/n catches a glimpse of an Atokirina that floats closer to them, just floating above Neteyam’s head. 

“I wish I could connect with it ...have a connection with Ewya like you do” Y/n mumbles out, her eyes watching how Neteyam smiles fondly at the woodsprite that landed on his palm. It flutters under his touch before it floats away, and towards Y/n. 

Neteyam smiled reassuringly, his eyes watching carefully as Y/n reached out to let the pure spirit land on her palm. She smiles sadly at the spirit who stays there, finding comfort in her wrath as she refuses to move away, refusing to let the pure spirit leave her hand, the only thing that made her feel welcomed. A part of the clan.

“You do have a connection, '' Neteyam states, crouching down to her level. He scoots closer to her, his eyes dancing in between the woodsprite and her face as she tilts her head in confusion. 

“Huh? How so?” Y/n asks, making sure not to scare the atokirina away. Neteyam chuckles, as if he knew something she didn't. 

“You have a connection with Ewya, you are special Y/n. Don’t you see? You’ve been granted the ability to survive in our environment, with no aid from your human devices. Something that you are gifted with and others lack the ability to decipher.-” Neteyam smiles, watching Y/n’s eyes grow wide at his words. Her eyes gloss over with a thick layer of tears as she turns back to the woodsprite . As if to agree with Neteyam it flutters, tickling her palm to which she lets out a giggle.

“ -You've been chosen by Ewya, You are one of us Y/n” Neteyam adds just as the woodsprite slowly floats back up into the tree. Y/n faces Neteyam, desperately trying to hold back a sob. Neteyam places a hand on her shoulder, reeling her in for a hug. Y/n melts into the embrace, her hands forming into tiny fists, her face buried into Neteyam’s broad chest. 

“Oh Neteyam '' Y/n whispers, her words shakily leaving her trembling lips. She tried to hold in her resolve only for it to crumble into Neteyam’s soft embrace, her shoulders shaking as Neteyam tried to soothe her, rubbing her back. 

“Thank you,…thank you so much” Y/n mumbles, sobs racking her body as Neteyam presses a featherlight kiss against her hair, breathing in her scent deeply. If Y/n had not been so emotional she would have exploded at the gesture, but now, it felt reassuring. Comforting. For that fleeting moment she truly felt like one of the people, one of the clan, despite being a tawtute. 

“Don’t cry my Tsawksyul, I’m only speaking the truth” Neteyam murmurs, his eyes turning above whilst still holding tightly. His eyes follow a few atokirina that float above them. As if approving of their union. Neteyam sighs out, his heart soaring above the clouds knowing this was a sign from his ancestors. From Ewya. That Y/n, was meant for him. 

~~~~~~~~~

It's been several days since the faithful day Y/n had seen the tree of souls. And her heart had never felt any fuller. She didn't know how to exp[lain it, but she felt reborn. She felt one with the Na’vi, and the feeling of acceptance drowning her with pure happiness. 

“Is something troubling you Y/n?”  Neytiri asks in the midst of rebranding Tuk’s hair. 

Today Y/n had decided to visit her favorite Na’vi, other than Neteyam. Neytiri had been like a mother she never had, always treating her with such love and adoration. Y/n couldn't help but always want to stay in her presence. 

“No! It's just…Neteyam took me somewhere the other day, and I cant get it out of my head” Y/n admits which only causes Neytri to smile slyly. She taps Tuk’s shoulder who jumps up, rushing out of the tent to show her friends her newly braided hair. 

Neytiri scoots over to Y/n, taking a knife for herself to assist Y/n in cutting the fruit. The task she tried to keep her mind busy with, busy from the lingering thoughts of the spirit tree and the thoughts that consumed her from that night. 

“Regarding the spirit tree?” Neytiri asks, her mind recalling how Neteyam approaches both her and Jake for permission to take Y/n there. They both had agreed immediately, sensing something deeply special with her. 

Neytiri was surprised when Neteyam had come rushing back to tell them how the visit went, and how his questions deep within his heart had been answered. Neytiri was ecstatic that the response was immediate, and so positive. She knew Y/n was special, special enough to be more than worthy for her son. 

“Y-yes. It was magnificent. I was so in awe…I felt at peace, as if I finally knew my true self….but”

Neytiri’s ears stand at her words, a small frown forming.

“But?”

“But, I have this…feeling. Questions that refuse to leave me….feelings I  don't think…I should be having”

Neytiri giggles bashfully. She would be a fool not to notice the longing glances Y/n always threw Neteyam’s way. As if he carried the entire world in the palm of his hand. Y/n couldn't look away from him, her loving gaze following him when he wasn't looking. .

Neytiri knew that Y/n loved her son, and she knew her son felt that and more for her in return. After the blessings from their ancestors, Neytiri had patiently waited for the day their union would be confirmed. 

“Sometimes…..what you fear, what you're uncertain about is what you need,” Neytiri says softly, her ears standing as she hears hurried footsteps come near their family tent where they currently reside.  

“Sometimes it's best just to follow your heart, no questions asked. For it's the heart that knows what you truly desire” Neytiri says softly, her hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind Y/n’s ear endearingly. 

Y/n’s eyes widen, her heart getting stuck in her throat. Had Neytirii…indirectly given her blessing? Had she realized what Y/n meant?

Before Y/n could reply the tents flaps rustle, Neteyam walking through to see his mother and Y/n conversing closely. Neytiri catches how his tail swishes behind him excitedly when his eyes land on Y/n. His body betrayed him in showing how he reacted automatically within her presence. 

Neteyam takes in a few deep breaths to calm himself down, nodding towards his mother before turning fully to Y/n. 

“Y/n, will you please accompany me? I have something I wish to…speak about '' Neteyam says, his cheeks flushing purple. Y/n nods immediately, getting up to follow him out. 

“May the great mother watch over both of you!” Neytiri calls, her smile only stretching wider knowing her son was finally taking the necessary steps into his future. 

~~

“Y/n…I have something I want to give you” Neteyam says nervously under the spirit tree. Y/n was ecstatic when Neteyam brought her back to the spirit tree, but she did find it odd with how he acted. As if he was nervous. Fidgety. Shy even. 

“Me? What is it?” She points to herself as she follows him closer to the tree. Neteyam nervously bites his lips as he comes to a stop, pulling something from a pouch tied to his waist. Y/n peers at the item, her eyes widening as a surprised gasp escaped her lips. 

Neteyam delicately held a necklace, a necklace that he had been weaving carefully for a while now. Adorned with beautiful pearls and gems that he knew Y/n loved. And in the center of the necklace, was a beautiful round gem, with something in it. 

“Oh my Neteyam, that's beautiful! Did you make this?” Y/n breathes out, stepping closer to inspect the beautifully crafted piece. 

“Yes. I encased a Tsawksyul in amber to preserve it forever…..Because it represented you so well” Neteyam whispers, watching Y/n’s trembling fingers brush over the center. Her eyes caught sight of the Tsawksyul petals encased in the amber, a flower that would never wilt. For all of eternity. The very same flower he had called her, that meant so much to her. 

Y/n accepts the necklaces as Neteyam reaches up to wipe the tears that cascaded down her cheeks unknowingly. 

“Don’t cry Tsawksyul,” Neteyam murmurs lovingly, his heart beating wildly knowing that she had the necklace in her hands. A sign she had accepted it. Accepted him and all he had to offer. 

“Sorry, it’s just so beautiful...but should you be giving me such a beautiful necklace?” Y/n asks, turning to face Neteyam. He frowns at her words, his eyebrows scrunching quizzically just as he crouches down fully to her level. 

“Why not? Do you not like it?” He asks timidly, his ears folding against his head in sadness. 

“No! I love it,…but I’m aware that in Na’vi culture men create gifts for potential mating partners. I don’t want anyone to misunderstand when they see me wearing this”  Y/n counters nervously, making Neteyam’s frown deepen.

“Surely you didn’t mean anything like that…right?” Y/n asks softly, her heart breathing at the thought Neteyam would have to give a gift like this to his future mate. Eventually. 

“Are you,…rejecting the gift?” Neteyam asks, the color draining from his face. 

“No! I…I”

“Because that’s what it means Y/n….it’s a courting gift,.” Neteyam explains softly, Y/n freezes when realization hits her like a ton of bricks. 

“Neteyam,”

“Y/n….since the moment you stumbled into my life everything has changed. From your presence, your scent, your eyes and your beautiful voice, I’ve been entranced. I knew you were special but I didn’t know you’d grow to be this special to me. For the past month I’ve been showing you I could be a good mate, I’ve shown you I could provide and gave you trinkets you love and adore. Just to see you smile. I even asked my family for their acceptance, Mother and Mo’at agreed happily…..I thought you’d feel the same-” 

“I do!! Neteyam-'' Y/n blurts out, her cheeks stained bright red at this point. Neteyam’s ears perk up at her words, his eyes trained on her as she gathers her courage to formulate her feelings in a proper way. 

“Neteyam. You took my breath away, the moment I laid eyes on you. Both figuratively and literally. I was enamored with you the moment I  got to know you I just….I just never thought you'd feel the same for a human like me. I---we could never truly bond Neteyam….I'm..Human.….”  Y/n whispers, wiping her stray tears away. Neteyam frowns at her confession, his hands pulling her hand away to cup her cheeks. 

“Tawksyul, how can you say that?” Neteyam felt his heart beat wildly at her confession but also shattered knowing she felt like that.

“Y/n Tsaheylu is a bond. Bonding can be anything. For instance I feel so close to you when I hold you like this, when you smile at me. When youre beautiful eyes watch and follow me. I couldn't feel closer to you. I feel a bond between us. That's why I cannot stray away. It's like I'm tied to you somehow. We don't need tsaheylu when I connect with you in every other way.” Neteyam murmurs, his face inching closer as he finally rests his forehead against hers. Y/n closes her eyes at the sensation, still tightly gripping the beautiful necklace. 

“You’re not just some human, you are special in every sense of the word. I love you for everything you are and everything you will be. That day we met…it was fateful, written in the stars. It's as if Ewya brought us together, I wouldn't have it any other way.” Neteyam admits, watching her beautiful eyes flutter open. Y/n chokes on a sob, her free hand places itself over his larger ones.

“Oh Neteyam” Y/n whimpers, her nose ticking against his. Neteyam chuckles heartedly, his own eyes stinging with tears, tears of joy and fear of rejection. 

“So, will you have me? For life”

“Yes Neteyam. I couldn't have it any other way. I love you.” Y/n whispered, her lips ghosting over his own. Neteyam sighs out shakily, his heart feeling full under her heavy response. He gently presses his lips against her, feeling her warmth spread against his entire body. The kiss he had been dreaming of for months, feeling that much more surreal now that he felt her press up against him. He couldn't be happier for Ewya bringing them together, many moons ago. Neteyam slowly pulls away from this kiss, his eyes endearingly watching the way she tried to catch her breath. His lips swollen and pink, begging to be kissed again. 

“Oel ngati kameie Y/n, my precious yawne,”

“Oel ngati kameie Ma’Neteyam, forever and always” 

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A/N: Aaaannnd that's a wrap!! I hope you guys enjoyed and I hope its good enough for ya'll! let me know what you think! I love you all and thank you for your support!

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

I honestly didn't think I was going to like this app to be honest but here we are

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Y'all know me I love a good crazy juicy fanfic but this right here this SHIT RIGHT HERE got the whole game fuck up LO'AK you're done that was the last ounce of patience I had for this man I love my pookie but bringing an innocent bystander into the situation and recording her what was the reason what was the REASON BITCH!!! you KNOW what YOU KNOW WHAT I hope aonung BEAT YOUR ASS lo'ak and when he does I'm going to be RIGHT THERE BESIDE HIM and I'mma tell your PARENTS why we beat your ass and showing them the VIDEO have FUN FINDING a NEW PLACE to stay cuz you're being BANISHED right off back now you and your FAMILY can be OUTCAST don't worry we're going to keep Kiri and Tuk and Neyiri and Neteyam but YOU and YOUR FATHER got to go though...💙 🔫🏃🏾‍♀️

A warm welcome

Lo’ak(22) x Metkayina fem reader(19)

Warnings: cursing, slight corruption, p in v, intense orgasms, creampies, DOM-LO’AK, slight age-gap, an angry Aonung at the end.

Synopsis: when Aonung chooses to bully the new family in town, lo’ak doesn’t take it too well. No need to worry though, lo’ak has something that’ll shut Aonung up for good.

🔞Mdni🔞

His walk was confident, long strides with a purpose behind them. Revenge beaming with each step. The 2 free flowing braids that hung down his face were dancing with every harsh step. A sadistic grin plastered across his face with a grip on his fathers cam so tight, he could’ve broken it.

It was about time to teach aonung a lesson for the way he treated him, and his family. Calling him a four fingered freak, and telling him he would never be one of them. He had enough. And finally, he had something that was gonna shut Aonung up for good.

“Lo’ak! You four fingered freak! Didn’t I tell you not to come to this side of the beach?” Aonung teased. With one final step towards Aonung, lo’ak outstretched his hand that held the camera. A devilish smile plastered on his face that made Aonung curious.

“You’re Right, bro! My bad. I just came over to say sorry for hitting you….sooo many times.” Lo’ak joked, making Aonung scoff.

“Here. A PEACE offering. I know I’m a four fingered FREAK, and all, but I made this…just for you.” Lo’ak went on, sounding sincere, nudging the camera into his hand.

Aonung titled his head in curiosity, grabbing the camera out of lo’aks hand. Aonung glanced back up at lo’ak in confusion. Lo’ak rolled his eyes, before reaching over to press the playback button…

Aonungs eyes went wide when he saw his sweet stepsister pop up on the small screen. Her innocent little body sitting on a rock in the middle of the night. She seemed happy, a smile plastered across her face as her legs swung back and forth.

“What the fuck is this?” Aonung asked, his voice becoming serious. “Ohhh, I don’t want to spoil it, just keep watching. I’ve gotta go, but I’ll catch you later , bro!” Lo’ak spoke sarcastically, hitting Aonungs shoulder before walking off. Leaving Aonung there to wonder what the hell he was watching.

-Video plays-

You met lo’ak where he asked you to. When you got to the location, you noticed his camera standing on a tripod. You were always very curious about his human things, and he never had a problem showing you.

You climbed up on the rock, feet dangling about 8 inches off the ground. You were really short, considering the fact that you weren’t the height you were going to be. You were younger than your siblings. You just turning 19, and being the baby of the clan.

“You’re just gonna follow my lead ok?” Lo’ak asked, stepping behind the camera to turn it on. You nodded with an innocent grin, watching the red dot flick on.

“So, tell everyone what your name is baby.” He commanded in a sweet tone. You nodded, obliging to his statement.

“Uh, m-my name is y/n.” You spoke, your sweet voice beaming through the night breeze. He stood up to his full height slowly, crossing his arms around his broad chest.

“That’s such a pretty name. Tell everyone who you are.” He proceeded, watching you through the tiny lense.

“Well, I’m Metkayina. My mother is ronal, my step father is tonowari. The chief of my clan. So I guess that makes me a Princess, right lo’ak? Like how you’re technically a prince.” You went on, with a beautiful smile that showed off your dimples. This was only supposed to be “get back” for Aonung, but he couldn’t help how you made him feel. You made him laugh, you were so sweet to him. And that was something very hard to find in a place like this.

He shook his head with a little chuckle. “Yeah, I guess that does make you a Princess, huh? You’re so pretty like one too, ya know?” He asked, stepping closer to you, his back towards the camera as he looked down at you.

“Am I? You think I’m pretty?” You asked, glancing up at him with those ocean eyes. He bit his lip before caressing your soft cheek. “I think you’re beautiful.” He spoke, swiping his thumb across your cheek a few times. You smiled at him, a glint of purple staining your cheeks.

“Let the people know. Do you have any siblings?” He asked, stepping out the way so that the camera could get you. “Mhm. Older brother, and older sister.” You nodded.

“Hmm. How about you give a big shoutout to your older brother for me. He’s been nothing but….welcoming. So as a thanks to him, I wanna give you a really…reaaalllly warm welcome as well. I think you deserve it.” He smiled, playing in your curly hair.

“Hey Aonung!” You waved at the camera with a bright smile. Lo’ak continued his massage on your head finally glancing at the camera with a dark and mischievous glare.

“Heyyy Aonung…your baby sister and I have some things to discuss. So I’ll just end the video here. Tell your big brother you love him, and that you’ll talk to him later.” Lo’ak commanded, grabbing the camera off the tripod to point it directly in your face.

“I love you, Aonung! I’ll talk to you later.” You spoke gleefully. Then you saw the red light disappear.

Video ends -

Aonung was fuming, yet equally as confused. What did lo’ak do to you? His precious little sister? Or was he just bluffing, trying to get under his skin. Because there was no way that lo’ak fucked his innocent little sister. He’d KILL him.

“This idiot!” Aonung scoffs, brushing it off. He went to turn the camera off, but seemingly pressed the wrong button. Accidently skipping through a segment of videos that were recorded after the one he just saw. He landed on one, and his heart shattered into a million tiny pieces.

Video starts-

“Yeahhh mama, just like that. You’re doing such a good job.” Lo’ak growled, in your ear. He had you pinned against the wall hands tied behind your back with a rope. Cloths still on THANK EYWA, but that didn’t change the fact that he was drilling you from behind.

“I-I can’t- fuuuuck, I can’t, please.” You whimpered, cheek resting on the wall infront of you. Voice rippling from each hard thrust.

“You will though. FOR ME, right?” Lo’ak asked, although it didn’t seem like you had much of a choice. “Yess, lo’ak!” You moaned, eyes visibly rolling to the back of your head. He sent a hard smack to your plush ass before gripping it in his large 4 FINGERED hand.

“Look at that, a man with three fingers couldn’t grip this shit like me, right baby?” He asked, making direct eye contact with the camera as he left a small peck on your cheek.

“Yesss! Oh- shit Yesss lo’ak!” You managed to nod slowly, tears prickling your eyes. He let out a chuckle, laced with lust. With one hand holding your tight restraints, his arm snaked around your neck from behind. A snug, and comfortable hold on your neck while he fucked you like no one else had.

His puffy tip continued to smash into your sweet spot, as he trailed your cheek with kisses. Praising you in your ear. It was all too much, toooo good.

“You’re not the baby anymore, are you? Taking this dick like a big girl. Tell the camera who’s making you a big girl right now.” He moaned in your ear. Still loud enough for the camera to pick up.

You glanced to the side of you, making eye contact with the camera. “L-Lo’ak’s making me a big girl! Mmmm- fuck!” You whimpered, faced screwed in pleasure as your eyes rolled back once again. Silent cries leaving your pretty lips.

He knew you were close. He could feel your tight pussy pulsating around his cock. He shifted his hands to the side of your head, covering your ears for his next statement.

“Seems like I’m not the only freak, hmm? Your baby sister here…whew! She’s gonna make me cum in this pussy. Give you a reason to see my face everyday!” Lo’ak grinned, before turning his attention to your backside . Watching your ass meet his pelvis with every thrust.

“I-Im gonna cum lo’ak.” You whined, mouth agape as you fluttered around him. “Yesss, baby. Let it go for me. Cum on this dick!” He growled, holding your hips to keep your rhythm going as you came undone. It was dramatic, almost pornographic. Your juices trickling down your trembling thighs. He fucked you through it, not letting up on you.

“Yesss, keep fucking m-mee! Don’t stopp, I-I'm still cumminggg!” You screamed with a whiny tone, a river of your slick dripping to the ground beneath you.

“Mhmm, I-I’m right behind you Princess.” He moaned, his eyes crossing in pleasure as ropes of cum entered your empty womb. He continued to thrust into you, making sure that not ONE drop leaked out.

He pulled out slowly, both of you moaning in satisfaction. You slid down the wall as your trembling legs just couldn’t keep you up without the help of lo’ak.

He walked over to the camera, picking it up from the tripod. “Think you might wanna be nice to me from now on because I might need you to babysit in the future, bitch!” Lo’ak joked, laughing Into the camera.

“Tell the camera bye, baby.” Lo’ak spoke, angling the camera to the ground, where your unconscious, tied up, body laid. Still twitching from your intense orgasm, you whimpered in response.

-video ends-

There was really no explanation for how completely mortified Aonung was, all he wanted to do was find lo’ak, and KILL HIM.

But that wouldn’t be so smart. Considering the fact that his future niece or nephew would grow up without a father….

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Great mother please help me because this this fanfic got me clenching for air horny as hell and hot and bothered too❤️‍🔥💋

"The Love Shack" Part II - Three is a Perfect Crowd

Relationship: Neteyam(23) x fem!Omatikaya reader(21) x Lo'ak(22)

Read Part I - The Proposition HERE

Story Summary: You’d heard the whispered speculations and stifled giggles during the daytimes. You’d seen the furtive glances that the other women cast at Neteyam and Lo’ak through coquettish eyes, cheeks stained a blushing mauve as they exchanged coy smiles with the two brothers. And during the nights? Hell, you’d heard the moans and wanton cries for yourself… You were definitely curious, but did you have it in you to go through with their proposition?...

Warnings: Adult content 18+ MDNI Word count: 7.9k Content: Mentions of group sex, MMF threesome, smut, sex toy play, squirting

Author's Note: Thank you to all of you who read, commented, reblogged, liked and asked to be tagged for Part II!

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Here is Part II and I warn ya, it's all filth. 🤭 Grab a glass of wine, a blanket, a towel, whatever you need... and enjoy!

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Indecision wasn’t something you were accustomed to. You’d always prided yourself on making strong decisions both personally as well as professionally. It was one of the reasons you rose through the ranks to beat out all the other warriors to become Neteyam’s second-in-command. So, the fact that you’d spent majority of today vacillating in your decision to either go or not go to the outpost was an uncomfortable anomaly.

The conclusion of last meal earlier in the evening had brought with it a burning imperative for you to make your final decision and stick with it. You were dismayed to find that the urgency of the time didn’t help you one bit.

You’d trudged on shaky legs into the woodlands in the outpost’s general direction, before being overwhelmed with a severe case of cold feet. However, instead of turning and running for home, you’d plopped yourself down on some moss and begun whittling away at your half-finished spear from yesterday while you dithered further.

That was a couple of hours ago and it was getting late now.

The present found you parked in the woodland scrub just outside the old outpost with your finished spear in hand. The hesitant side of you hoped that maybe Neteyam and Lo’ak might have abandoned their proposition after your no-show, given the late hour. However, the lambent glow of the lamps inside the outpost shelter and the muffled sound of one of them laughing told you otherwise.

The curious side of you thrilled with anticipation at the unknown…

The brothers had done well to refurbish the abandoned outpost. It had been the central gathering place for the war council during the Long War with the sky people, and it had suffered severe damage during battle. The end of the Long War had been a long-awaited blessing and the outpost had been abandoned, its function no longer necessary and the memory of what it symbolised too painful for some to bear.

But Neteyam and Lo’ak had rebuilt the damaged settlement, renewing it with new textiles, new fibres and new designs. Apart from its core structure, it hardly even resembled the old war outpost anymore.

Approaching the outpost’s entrance where a set of draping cloths served to shield its interior from outside eyes, you steeled yourself under your breath, “Come on, just go and have a look. You can leave if it’s not your thing, like Neteyam said.”

You’d come this far… one peek wouldn’t hurt? If you were honest with yourself, the taste of Neteyam’s kiss had lingered on your lips and tongue all of last night, and it was your craving to experience it again that had brought you here.

Urging your feet forward, you were in process of reaching to part the cloths when they suddenly flew apart from before you as someone made to exit. You hissed, startled in alarm, instinctively lowering yourself into a defensive position with your spear pointed frontward.

“Argh! Holy shit!” Lo’ak exclaimed, stumbling backward in the face of the sharp weapon you were wielding, “Great Mother, who do you think you’re going to be spearing with that?!”

Immediately lowering your spear when it became apparent you were in no danger, you were quick to deliver a faltering apology, “Sorry, you gave me a fright!”

“I gave you a fright? Goddamn woman, I was just going to take a leak and I nearly pissed myself!”

“Sorry!”

The other side of the entry cloths parted to reveal Neteyam who had come to investigate. There a momentary flash of surprise on his face before one side of his mouth quirked upward in a wily grin that made your ears heat.

Recovered now from the scare you’d inflicted on him, Lo’ak shot a smug smirk at Neteyam and remarked at you, “You’re very late. Don’t have too much fun without me, I’ll be back.”

Neteyam stepped aside to allow you to enter while Lo’ak left to relieve himself. You padded on tentative feet into the outpost and you were astonished to find the space quite innocuous. The interior held all the usual furnishings that you’d expect in a living space; rugs, throws, cushions and soft mats; woven decorations hung from the upper framings of the outpost and a cosy-looking fire burned in a central hearth.

Your expression must have betrayed your thoughts as Neteyam broke the silence with a chuckle, “Not what you expected?”

“I didn’t know what to expect, to be honest.” That was mostly true, you didn’t have any specific expectations or imaginings of the place, you just hadn’t expected the space to look so normal.

From the salacious gossip that had run rampant amongst the women about their experiences here, as well as from your memory of the sensual cries you’d heard that one night you’d ventured near enough, you’d projected a more sordid atmosphere than the one you currently found yourself in.

“When you didn’t show soon after last meal, I figured you weren’t coming.” Neteyam breathed.

You turned to look at him properly for the first time this evening and you noticed his relaxed attire. You were used to seeing him in full warrior regalia, but tonight he was dressed simply, without his cummerbund, arm and leg guards, and no weapons. A beaded choker necklace adorned his neck and a woven armband hugged one of his impressive biceps, but apart from this and a purple loincloth, the rest of him was bare.

You could see so much of his skin… smooth and striped, and cerulean blue all over hard muscle…

“My curiosity evidently won out in the end.” You replied, attempting to tamp down the buzzing knot of nerves in your belly with a small smile at him.

“You can put this down.” Neteyam reached for your spear, prying it gently from your grasp and moving to set it against the nearest wall. His eyes glimmered warmly in the firelight, “No one will hurt you here.”

You nodded, rubbing your empty palms together with a deep breath. You began to circle the space, noticing that it was bigger than you initially thought as there were more cloth draperies that hung to the sides of the shelter that served to partition it off into different sections. Each section held more of the same comfortable furnishings, but the drapes clearly served the purpose of privacy.

Thankfully, as your curiosity increased, your nervousness decreased and you finally felt comfortable enough to ask, “So, what? The women come here and everyone just plays?”

A husky chortle from him, “If that’s what people want to do. Sometimes everyone just relaxes over some drinks and hangs out. Things don’t necessarily always escalate into more.”

You cast him a sceptical look, continuing on your exploration of the place, “And how often is it that sex and body play doesn’t end up on the agenda?” If gossip was to be believed, then you knew it wasn’t often at all that things stayed chaste.

When Neteyam didn’t respond, you turned to face him as he followed you and the wicked grin on his face confirmed that what you’d surmised was right. You rolled your eyes and he laughed.

“And what are these tawtute (human) things that all the women rave about? These tools that supposedly bring pleasure like nothing they’ve ever experienced before?” You queried, intentionally keeping your tone flippant despite the flagrantly sexual nature of your question.

Neteyam’s hot breath ghosted the nape of your neck and you realised he had walked right up to your back, “Come, I’ll show them to you.”

A warm, large hand enveloped one of yours and he led you over to another part of the shelter where a cloth-covered shape lay. Kneeling before it, Neteyam lifted the soft cloth to reveal an intricately designed chest woven from flax and colourful fibres. Undoing the leather snap at its front, he opened it to reveal a plush-lined inner in which sat a series of instruments in of varying shapes and materials you’d never seen before.

The colours of these instruments were also bright, unnaturally so. There were a myriad of shades and tones of colour that existed on Pandora, but the pinks, purples a blues you were looking at were very artificial. A bright blue tool caught your eye and unable to resist, you slowly reached to pick it up. It was smooth and long, and you could only just wrap a hand around the width of it. Its length was also slightly curved, tapering upward at the end.

Neteyam watched quietly as you picked through the various offerings in the chest, running your fingers over the smooth silicone of the toys. He fought to keep his composure as erotic thoughts of you using them began to assault him. You appeared rather intrigued by the blue g-spot vibrator you held, though he could tell by the slight frown on your face that you weren’t really sure what it was for.

“That’s an insertion toy. It goes inside you.” He informed, “And if you turn it on. It vibrates.”

Vibrates… You’d never heard that human word before and you didn’t know what it meant. You let Neteyam take the toy from you and he fiddled with something on its length before it came to life with a buzzing hum that made you jump.

Extending cautious fingers towards the humming toy, you touched its vibrating form before withdrawing your hand, “It tickles.”

“It feels good against you when it’s in the intended place.” Neteyam’s voice was slightly rough and you could smell the familiar musk from last night emanating from him again.

“Do they all go inside?” You asked, eyeing up the other oddly shaped toys, some of which did not look particularly comfortable to insert.

“Not all. This is a wand vibrator and it’s generally only for external use.” He picked up a purple toy, which had a longer handle and a large bulbous head at the end. Switching this one on, you noted that his one hummed even more aggressively than its blue predecessor.

“Whoa, straight into the toy box, are we?” Lo’ak had returned and his voice was a teasing drawl as he joined you and Neteyam, “Getting right down to business then.”

Ears flattening a little at the jibe, you harrumphed at Lo’ak, “I’m just looking.”

The few loose braids by his temple clacked as he laughed, “Oh, they’re not made for looking at, trust me.”

The bravado you’d found waned a bit with Lo’ak’s return, the reality of the situation seeping into you. Great Mother, were you really here discussing sexual implements with two men?... Were you seriously contemplating engaging in a sexual encounter with them?...

Standing up to put some distance between you and the two brothers, you dusted your knees off lightly and suddenly felt rather out of place. You didn’t know what to do with your hands and you didn’t know where to rest your eyes either.

Sensing that his bold teasing had thrown you off kilter, Lo’ak stood to meet your eyes and his face was sincere as he spoke, “Hey, if you were curious and just wanted to see what this place was about, that’s OK. We can just hang if you want to.”

You didn’t acknowledge Lo’ak’s last statement with a definite answer. You warred within yourself. What did you want?... You were nervous, but you didn’t want to go either. The recollection of the searing but short-lived kiss you’d shared with Neteyam made an appearance again in your mind. You wanted to explore that further… By Eywa, you didn’t think you’d object to kissing Lo’ak either…

Like his older brother, Lo’ak too was dressed simply. Neteyam had risen to his feet next to him and they made an incredibly handsome pair. You could absolutely understand why the other women lusted after them. After all, you were hardly innocent of that crime. Your long-standing attraction to Neteyam had ensured that.

“No, I’ll- I’ll stay.” You resolved, “I don’t want to be the only one who’s left out of the loop.”

The two brothers shared a look that you couldn’t decipher the meaning of. It was a glance between them with fairly neutral expressions, but you did see the slight upturn of their lips.

“Where’d you even get those things anyway?” You questioned. You knew that with their mixed heritage and with Jake originating from the humans’ side, that there were many tools and instruments that the olo’eyktan had adopted for use in the clan. However, you could hardly imagine the olo’eyktan openly bringing in sex toys for the clan’s wider use.

“Spider.” Neteyam supplied with a fond laugh, “He’s got quite the knack for sourcing and supplying us with contraband under the radar from the avatar camp.”

You giggled at the thought of Spider. You liked the human. He lived majority of his life amongst the Omatikaya with the Sullys anyway, so despite his foreign form, he was very much Na’vi at heart.

There was one last set of drapes in a corner by the toy chest which caught your eye. It was the only partitioned section of the outpost that you hadn’t yet explored. Ambling towards it you murmured, “What’s behind here? More of the same?”

Neteyam and Lo’ak watched you approach the last partition, knowing full well that what was behind the draperies was not simply more of the same. The last pair of drapes led into their main play area. Quietly they awaited your reaction and sure enough it came soon after in the form of a soft gasp.

They’d built a large, raised bedframe in there and on it sat a thick bedding mat swathed in silken fabric. The bed was sizeable enough to sleep several adults and piles of plush cushions and rolls lined one end of it. The other main feature of the play area, which was also courtesy of Spider, was a large mirror that ran along one entire wall.

You’d never seen anything like it. The gigantic bed was one thing, but the strange pane of whatever it was that spanned the entirety of the opposite wall was breathtaking. You had never seen your own reflection so clearly in your life, save for the completely still water of a puddle after heavy rain, and even that was a far cry from this. Mesmerised, you approached the large pane until you were standing right before it.

“It’s called a mirror.” Lo’ak’s deep timbre sounded.

You’d been so entranced by your reflection that you hadn’t noticed the two brothers enter the space behind you. They flanked you now, one on either side.

“It’s amazing.” You breathed in astonishment. Your fingertips met its cool and solid surface and you marvelled at the clarity of it, “Everything is so clear. It’s beautiful.”

“Just like you are, paskalin.” Neteyam’s words elicited another intake of breath from you and your amber eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror.

Both brothers were standing very close to you, their bodies angled inward towards yours. They were close enough that a subtle shift on either side of you would cause your arms to brush their torsos. Your ears twitched as you perceived the quiet sound of their breaths and your skin prickled with the body heat you could feel exuding from their bodies.

The mirror’s reflection also allowed you to see yourself in-between them and it became apparent to you how much taller and bigger they were in stature compared to you. The top of your head only just skimmed past their chins and your lithe body was much willowier next to their more muscular physiques. The image was as arousing as it was intimidating…

Lo’ak was carefully scenting you now, in a very similar way to the way Neteyam had done the night before. He trailed a hand up your forearm and he pulled you against him to sniff at your hair. Lo’ak’s scent was different to Neteyam’s, but it was no less appealing to your feminine senses.

Through the reflection you saw Neteyam dip his head and you anticipated his action moments before you felt the scorching heat of an open-mouthed kiss against the other side of your neck. Your next inhale was a quivering rush of air into your lungs and your heart began to pound with want.

Leaving a trail of nips up your neck to your jaw, Neteyam paused to purr by your ear, “This is a place where people come to feel good and surrender to pleasure. Rank doesn’t matter here and you leave the outside world at the door. You set the boundaries, paskalin, but if you stay tonight then you must also promise to trust us.”

You turned your head towards him, chasing Neteyam’s lips with your own, yearning to taste him again. But he pulled away with a roguish smirk that promised your patience would be rewarded if you waited.

Your reply was a breathy whimper, “Yes.”

“Is there anywhere you don’t want to be touched?” Lo’ak murmured, the fingers of one hand tickling your hip while its twin splayed flat against the small of your back.

“No, it’s all fine.” Your chest heaved with your deepening breaths, every nerve ending hyperaware and hypersensitive in the waking dawn of your arousal.

Lo’ak’s answering grin was lascivious and the hand at your back pulled the tied knot of your chest-covering free. The garment shifted as it loosened, the beads scraping over your stiffening nipples. Neteyam was quick to undo the last tie of the garment behind your neck, and with a gentle swish it fell from your body entirely, leaving you exposed.

A harsh groan sounded from Neteyam and he cupped one of your breasts, letting his thumb flick over its hard peak, “Eywa, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted touch you like this. Every time your covering shifted at work, every little peek I was afforded when it slipped momentarily, it was torturous.”

Neteyam had been looking at your breasts?... The sentiment was an exciting surprise to you and you leaned into the agonising brush of his fingers over your nipple.

Lo’ak joined his brother, stroking and fondling your other breast, “You’ve got such pretty nipples, and Eywa, they love being touched.”

A stifled moan left you as pleasure shot straight to your core from the stimulation. Your head lolled onto Neteyam’s shoulder and he clasped your chin to angle it the right way so he could reward you with a passionate kiss. You felt him snake a hand down your front, the heat of his palm blazing past your navel to travel even lower. You jolted when he cupped your crotch, his fingers deftly finding the outline of your clitoris and rolling against it.

Neteyam broke away and the absence of his mouth allowed a desirous whine to escape you. He posed another question to you, “How much do you want from us tonight?”

You were dizzy with desire and your core pulsed with liquid heat. You gave another ragged moan when Lo’ak knelt down to capture one nipple in his mouth. Your eyes flicked forward to the wanton reflection before you; one brother suckling on your breast, the other with a hand buried between your thighs while he watched you. The press of their bodies against yours was delicious and you could see matching erections straining behind their loincloths in the reflection.

Your decision came to you undeniably, and you abandoned all your inhibitions in the heat of the pleasure you were experiencing, “I want everything. I want you both to fuck me tonight.”

Their reaction was immediate. There was a flurry of motion as both brothers moved, working in tandem to free your loincloth as well as their own. Naked now as the day you were born, every part of you screamed with want while every inch of your bare skin was pressed up and imprisoned between two aroused male bodies.

You were turned and facing Lo’ak now and you could feel his hard erection throbbing between the press of your torsos. He claimed your lips in a full but brief kiss and then said, “You know, if we’d known that all it would take to get you here was a private session with us, we would’ve done this sooner.”

“You’re incorrigible.” You retorted with a chuckle.

“Shall we move to the bed?” Neteyam suggested hoarsely, “I’m rather impatient to explore you, paskalin.”

“No wait,” You stopped him. You looked into the mirror again, rather enjoying the wide and unimpeded view it gave you of the whole space. Both Neteyam and Lo’ak were gorgeous to look upon and you wanted to enjoy the vision of their imposing frames while they were standing. “I want to enjoy looking at you both like this first.”

Facing the mirror front on with the brothers on a slight angle, your eyes tracked from the top of the pane downward. They were both panting lightly and their pupils were dilated wide with lust in their beautiful faces. Broad shoulders and muscular chests were followed by powerful abdominals that tapered to their slim hips and strong legs. But of course, the two things your attention snapped back to, once your eyes had reached their feet, were their impressive erections.

Biting your bottom lip and feeling frisky, you encircled each of their cocks in your grasp, one in each hand. They were both strapping men, so it didn’t surprise you that they were proportionate in this department too. Simultaneous grunts came from them both when you began a slow squeeze and stroke. Great Mother, they were gorgeous here too… long and girthy, hot skin over rigid hardness that made your pussy clench in yearning…

Lowering yourself to your knees, you peered up at them both while you continued your pumping rhythm over their lengths. You could see they were enjoying themselves, their abs flexing and contracting with their pleasure.

Turning your face towards Neteyam, you held his eyes as you parted your mouth and licked a slow stripe up his cock and over the head of it. His hips jerked involuntarily, a hiss whistling from between his gritted teeth. When your next move was to take his cock into your mouth and suck most of the way down, his response was a strangled cry. It took some effort and co-ordination on your part, but you conscientiously bobbed and sucked while still stroking Lo’ak as well.

“Fuck, you look and feel so good.” Neteyam droned, panting through an open mouth as his face contorted and moved through a series of expressions, all of which spoke to his immense enjoyment.

Lo’ak’s hips were thrusting lightly, pushing and pulling his hard flesh in a delicious glide through your grasp. He would let out the occasional whimper, which mingled sensually with Neteyam’s unrestrained groans. Lo’ak gave a small whine shortly after and you gently drew off Neteyam’s cock with a small pop, licking your lips.

You turned to the younger brother and grinned coyly at him, “I haven’t forgotten about you.”

Lo’ak’s deep chuckle rumbled in his chest and he cocked his head at you with a wink, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have let you forget about me anyway.”

The higher-pitched whine that then followed when you did take his cock into your mouth was a very stimulating contrast of sound.

Neteyam was shifting behind you and you felt him pat the inside of your leg lightly, “Part your legs a little for me.”

Still pleasuring Lo’ak, you multi-tasked and did as you were told. Out of the corner of your eye in the mirror, you saw that Neteyam had moved to lie on his back and had shimmied his head and shoulders between your knees.

Having a bird’s-eye view of the situation and understanding his brother’s intent, Lo’ak smirked and looked down to meet your eyes where you continued to suck him off, “You’re in for a treat, sweet thing.”

Neteyam’s firm hands gripped your hips to lower you slightly towards him. You could feel his breaths puffing gently against your pussy, which you knew was slick with your arousal. The rasp of his tongue against your folds and up to your clit was like a bolt of lightning to your core and you jumped, choking on Lo’ak’s cock when your body failed to co-ordinate your inhale of air with the bob of your head.

The assault that Neteyam began on your core was rapturous. He alternated between broad licks and swipes of his tongue and nose, and intent suckling on your clit. Lo’ak had withdrawn himself from your mouth, settling for stroking himself instead while he enjoyed the view of you squirming over his brother’s face. Leaning forward to place your hands on the ground, you rocked your hips, smoothing your core over Neteyam’s face. Breathy whimpers were coming from you as you neared your climax, but just as it was within your reach, his grip on your hips shifted and he lifted you upward from him to sit up.

“W-Wait no!” You squealed as your bottom plopped onto the ground beneath you, “Why’d you stop?!”

“Shh sorry, paskalin.” Neteyam soothed, cleaning his face off on the back of his wrist and swooping in to kiss you, “We’ll take care of you later, promise. We’re just building you up first. It’ll be worth it. Trust us, yeah?”

Chortling at the wounded expression of disappointment on your face, Neteyam got to his feet before reaching down to pull you up to your own. Your legs were unsteady, but it didn’t matter as he bent to scoop you into his arms next and carried you onto the large bed. Lo’ak had momentarily disappeared from view, but when he reappeared with three colourful implements in hand, you understood the reason for his disappearance. The sex toys.

You felt like you were burning up as you lay on the soft bedding. The heat was like molten pleasure through your veins. The tips of your nipples tingled and your pussy ached to be touched again. Lo’ak returned to join you on the bed and he handed the toys to Neteyam.

Coaxing you to sit up, Lo’ak moved to sit behind you with his legs spread so you could lean back against him. Pressing a kiss to the side of your face, Lo’ak whispered, “How about we give my brother a bit of a show, hmm? He likes to watch. It really gets him going for later.”

You looked at Neteyam, who had perched himself at the end of the bed facing you both. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, almost as if he’d heard what Lo’ak had whispered to you and thoroughly agreed with the idea. You felt Lo’ak’s hands snake under your knees and he proceeded to then hitch them up towards your torso, leaving you splayed wide in exhibition before Neteyam who merely smirked.

Neteyam crawled closer, a couple of toys in hand. You recognised the blue one from before, but there was another strange gold coloured implement you didn’t recognise. You frowned at it warily and your body stiffened as you tried to sit more upright, “What does that do?”

“It’s a suction toy. It goes over your clit.” Neteyam explained while Lo’ak soothed your nerves with some gentle hushing. Stroking a hand over one of your parted thighs, Neteyam reassured you, “If you’re not enjoying it, let me know and we can stop, OK?”

Relaxing back into the position Lo’ak had put you in against him, you nodded in consent. At this moment, you really just wanted to be touched again.

As if hearing your thoughts, Lo’ak’s hands shifted to your breasts, caressing the soft flesh and toying with your nipples again. Your back arched into his hands and he chuckled by your ear. You felt Neteyam place the gold toy carefully between your legs, adjusting it so he nestled neatly against your tingling clit.

With a few clicks, the toy whirred to life and your eyes flew open wide at the new sensation. It was like a pleasant and rhythmic series of tapping against you, and as Neteyam increased the intensity of it, the taps got faster and faster until it all melded into an incredible humming sensation with a delightful suction to it.

“O-Ohhh,”You sighed, your eyes sliding shut as you concentrated on the pulsing pleasure. The pleasure settled into a delightful tempo of rhythmic contractions that made your thighs quiver in Lo’ak’s hold. It was nothing like you’d ever experienced. You’d pleasured yourself and been pleasured by men before, but this was something else…

“That’s it, paskalin, just lean into it. Feel for the rhythm of it.” Neteyam coaxed, watching keenly as the muscles in your pussy began to visibly throb and squeeze. His next words were a profane curse as he palmed his straining erection with his free hand. He badly wanted to have your pussy throbbing and squeezing around his cock like that… not yet, but soon…

Lo’ak was watching through the mirror’s reflection, thoroughly enjoying the view of you whilst also relishing the way you were writhing against him with mewls and sighs. His gaze lifted to lock with his older brother’s and he grinned when you your moans began to intensify, “Let’s see what we can make of her, bro.”

Thoroughly absorbed by the building waves of ecstasy that wracked your core, you didn’t even register that Lo’ak had said anything. The bliss was unreal. You felt the smooth blunt tip of something prod at your entrance and you cracked open a lid to see Neteyam running the blue vibrator through your folds. He was watching you carefully for any sign of objection and when you didn’t give him any, he breached you slowly but surely with it.

A hoarse groan tore from your throat at the satisfying addition that filled your pussy. The pulsing and clenching between your legs intensified and just when you thought things couldn’t feel any better, Neteyam switched the vibrator on and it began to hum inside you too. Your jaw was slack and you could feel your face was contorted into a grimace of pleasure.

Neteyam began to pump the vibrator in and out in a mimicry of thrusting, and your hands flew to clutch at Lo’ak’s thighs beside you. You were only half-aware of yourself, your body suspended in what felt like a never-ending loop of thrumming ecstasy that was speeding you towards an inevitable orgasm that would tear you apart. Something else was building too amid the throbbing of your core. There was a pressure increasing behind your pelvis with each terribly torturous thrust of the vibrator within you.

The throaty sounds you were emitting now were making it very challenging for the two brothers, whose own lust had skyrocketed in the last while as they’d watched you. Both hands occupied with pleasuring you, Neteyam was caught in a cruel contradiction between wanting to see you through and also wanting to touch himself to ease some of the pressure. Meanwhile, Lo’ak was canting his hips against your lower back to find whatever friction he could.

You were so close, teetering on the precipice of blessed oblivion, but you needed more…

You squirmed, trying to shift in Lo’ak’s hold where he had a firm grip on you behind your knees, straining to reach your climax. Your speech was a stutter, your panting breaths punctuated with by whimpers, “P-Please, I want to- I need-”

“What do you need, paskalin?” Neteyam asked, swallowing the saliva that was rapidly pooling in his cheeks at the shameless sight of you, almost completely undone under what his hands were doing to you.

“Please, one of you, just fuck me already!”

There was an immediate halt in the unforgiving pleasure that had assailed you as Neteyam haphazardly flung the toys aside, crawling on all fours to reach you. However, Lo’ak was faster.

The younger brother had shifted you to lie on your side while he stretched out alongside you with your back against his front. He’d hoisted one of your legs upward bent at the knee to splay you, his hard cock poised to enter you.

Hisses and growls filled the air suddenly, startling you somewhat out of your lust-filled haze. You peered through foggy eyes to see Neteyam knelt on your right, his nose wrinkled and teeth on display in an aggressive snarl at his brother, who you could hear hissing in return by your ear.

Lo’ak let out a glacial laugh, “Don’t be like this, bro. We’ve been through this before.”

Neteyam’s response was a harsh growl and his ears were pinned flat to his skull.

Not wanting any animosity between the two brothers, you attempted to mollify them, “Hey, don’t fight, what’s wrong-”

An unimpressed scoff sounded from Lo’ak and he tightened his hold around you, “I know my brother, sweet thing. He won’t let me have you once he’s gotten his hands on you. See, you’re not the only one here who doesn’t like to share.”

Neteyam scowled but he didn’t disprove his brother’s assessment. With a resigned growl like thunder in his chest, he appeared to acquiesce so long as Lo’ak abided by one demand, “Fine, but don’t cum inside her. She’s mine.”

You saw a gleam of possession in Neteyam’s eyes and heard the covetousness in his voice. It was such outlandish behaviour from him, considering you were so accustomed to his usually placid demeanour, but his jealousy was thrilling to you. He lowered himself onto his side in front of you, propping his head up on one elbow to watch.

A shudder rippled through you when you felt Lo’ak glide his cock against your slippery entrance. You felt him reach between you to position himself and he penetrated you with a sharp thrust. Your cry of pleasure was a croaky moan that sounded in time with Lo’ak’s guttural groan of satisfaction as your walls clenched tight around his length. Your pussy fluttered around the width of him and you revelled in the delightful stretch of the feeling. Definitely bigger than the blue vibrator that had been there before…

Lo’ak set a punishing pace of thrusts and your breaths punched out of you with each one as his hips collided with yours. Through half-lidded eyes, you noted that Neteyam was surveying the pair of you with a rather tetchy countenance. Reaching out to him with the hand you weren’t lying on, you caressed his cheek, beckoning him to kiss you. You were enjoying being railed by Lo’ak, but you still wanted Neteyam too.

Neteyam indulged you and you moaned into his mouth while his tongue and lips swept against yours. The pressure at your core was mounting rapidly again and Lo’ak’s uninhibited moans, as he took his pleasure from your body, only served to spur your pleasure onward.

Through the moist melding of your lips with Neteyam’s, you took his wrist and purred a request to him, “Touch me, Neteyam.”

His fingers found the swollen nub at the apex of your thighs and he began to press and circle it in an insistent rub. Your head flopped back against Lo’ak while you whined in bliss at the addition of Neteyam’s actions.

The nagging pressure in your pelvis returned along with the burn and pulse of your pussy. You could see your anticipated ecstasy within reach, but the pressure behind your pubic bone was increasing with each of Lo’ak’s hard thrusts. It felt like an urgent and insistent need to relieve yourself all of a sudden, and it alarmed you…

Eyes flying wide, you tried to shift in Lo’ak’s hold to stop him, ““W-Wait, I need to-”

Neteyam silenced you with a kiss and he hushed you softly, “Let go, paskalin. I know it feels strange, but just go with it.”

Frantic and feeling completely out of control as your orgasm loomed, you spluttered, “It feels like I’m going to wet myself!”

You saw Neteyam’s eyes flick to his brother behind you and they must have shared a meaningful look, for instead of slowing down or being gentler, Lo’ak added a swivel to the trajectory of his hips and Neteyam’s fingers persisted in their massage against your clit.

“Let go, trust me.” Neteyam breathed over you, “Come on, Neyomi.”

You didn’t know if it was the way he’d purred your given name, or if it was just a coincidence of timing and you couldn’t bear it any longer, but you succumbed to the tidal wave of pleasure and allowed it to consume you. A piercing scream ripped from you upon the initial wave. Your entire body went rigid and your pussy contracted intensely, pushing several spurts of fluid from between your legs. You were only dimly aware of the wetness you were emitting as you enjoyed the fleeting weightlessness of your powerful climax.

“Ah, fuck!” Lo’ak pulled free of you with a guttural shout to spill outside of you and over your taut belly and hips as your orgasm has triggered his own.

His breathing was ragged now whilst he came down from his own high and with a wary glance at Neteyam, he leaned over to steal a sloppy kiss from your parted lips, which you returned with a soft moan. He rolled away then onto his back, knowing that his brother would want his time with you now.

The keenness of your senses were slowly returning to you as you recovered from the explosive sensations you’d just experienced. All too aware now of the dampness on the bedspread beneath you, your hands flew to your face in embarrassment. What the fuck happened?... It had felt so amazing, but you’d wet yourself at the end of it…

“Great Mother, I’m sorry. I’ve made a mess.” You murmured through your fingers and you scooted up the bed into a sitting position, looking mortified at the drenched patches on the bedding.

Neteyam’s husky laugh was an unexpected reaction and your round eyes regarded him in bewilderment. Even Lo’ak was chuckling away where he lay relaxing with an arm thrown over his eyes.

Neteyam pulled gently at your hands, “Look at me. You haven’t wet yourself, alright?”

“I don’t understand.”

“What you just experienced was a squirt. It doesn’t happen all the time, but it can happen with intense orgasms from rigorous stimulation.” Neteyam explained mildly, before he graced you with a devious smirk, “It was extremely arousing to witness, paskalin.”

The deepening growl of his tone set shivers tingling down your spine again and your eyes dropped to the still prominent erection in his lap. That’s right, you asked to be fucked by two brothers tonight… one down, one more to go… and this was the one your blood seemed to sing for; that your heart leapt for whenever you saw him…

You knew your skin was already flushed from the earlier activities, but you felt renewed heat tinge your cheeks as Neteyam pushed onto his knees to shuffle closer to you again. Sitting before his kneeling form, you were just at the right height to take hold of his cock. Stroking it gingerly, you placed a shy kiss on its tip and lifted your eyes to meet Neteyam’s as he stared down at you. Great Mother, you felt your pussy squeeze again at the expression he wore, which was masculine possessiveness in the best kind of way…

“Don’t get shy on me now. I’m not done with you yet.” He hissed, grimacing as you began the luscious suck and bob of your head over his swollen length, “That all you got for me? You were choking on my brother’s cock earlier.”

Lifting your gaze to his again at his goading, you perceived a familiar warmth swirling behind the covetousness in his eyes, and something warm unfurled in your chest. Neteyam’s words had been taunting, but you could see he was just teasing you. You doubled down on your effort anyway, savouring the titillating feeling of his throbbing cock in your mouth while he groaned openly.

An unexpected click and rumbling buzz caught you unawares and you stilled. You felt the bed sink a little behind you and you realised that Lo’ak had moved to place something next to you on the bed. Drawing your lips up and off Neteyam’s length, you picked up the purple wand toy you’d seen in the chest before. It rumbled temptingly in your grip and you instinctively look at Neteyam for instruction.

“On your hands and knees, but keep facing me.” He directed, “My brother can help with this toy.”

Once again, you did as you were instructed and you redirected your attention to Neteyam’s hard flesh, returning it to the moist confines of your mouth. You’d always enjoyed giving blowjobs. Men were beautiful creatures, especially the one before you now, with all his formidable strength and taut muscle. You’d always found giving them pleasure a turn-on.

You jumped when the rumbling vibrations of the wand toy skimmed up the inside of one of your thighs, drifting dangerously close to your core before it was moved away. It repeated a similar path up the inside of your other thigh before trailing downward yet again. The vibrating tip of it began its ascent again and this time you canted your hips towards it, earning a dark chuckle from Lo’ak who was clearly enjoying teasing you.

Deciding not to be cruel, Lo’ak pressed the bulbous head of the wand against your core and began to stroke it back and forth over you. Your throaty groan of pleasure was muffled and Neteyam thought to himself how alluring you looked with your eyes rolling back while your mouth was full of him. It was an image straight out of his erotic fantasies of you…

Rocking to and fro as you sucked, the delicious rumbles of the wand were deep against your sensitive flesh and your clit was throbbing under the onslaught. You could taste Neteyam’s pre-cum on your tongue and his hands had framed your face, stroking your hollowed cheeks while he slurred pledges to you of how beautiful you looked.

Lo’ak was afford an unimpeded view of your rear and your pussy, your tail curled up and away in an erotic display. He could tell from the twitching throb and clench of your muscles that your second orgasm was not far away. “She’s close, bro.”

You whimpered as Neteyam extracted himself from your mouth at his brother’s report and he bent to whisper in your ear, “I’m going to fuck you now, paskalin. Do you want me to take you from behind or do you want me to face you?”

“I want to kiss you.” Your response was not quite a direct answer to his question, but it was telling enough for Neteyam to make his decision. Grasping you under your underarms, he hauled you upright onto your knees before he toppled you onto your back against the plush cushions.

Pinning you under the delightful heaviness of his muscular physique, you parted your thighs to cradle his slim hips as he positioned himself where he needed to be.

Neteyam’s handsome face was wicked and he paused to purr a filthy promise to you, “You’re going to remember me like this. Every day at work and every night in your dreams, you’re going to remember the feel of my cock inside you as I fuck you.”

Oh Eywa your work days… It was going to be a test of your composure not to let your very unprofessional behaviour not colour your professional conduct with him…

Like with his brother before, the burning stretch to fullness of him as Neteyam pushed inside you was incredibly satisfying, but it was more intimate face-to-face like this. You could watch his every expression like this as he began to thrust; his eyelids were heavy; his lips were parted, and a variation of higher-pitched whimpers and low groans were falling from him.

For Neteyam, your wet heat clutching at his cock was a staggering sensation. He felt his length throb in gratification as your pussy squeezed around him. After watching his brother fuck you and then having to wait his own turn, his own orgasm was racing towards him at a much quicker pace than he anticipated. He wanted to wring another climax from you first though…

Remembering that you’d expressed a desire to kiss him, Neteyam lowered himself onto his elbows so your front was flush with his and only his hips were canting back and forth. Nuzzling your cheek tenderly, he sealed his mouth over yours in a fervent kiss that stole your breath from you.

The hardness of his pubic bone rocked over your clit with each of his thrusts in this position, and each press of his body against yours brought you one step closer to ecstasy. These ‘steps’ weren’t a slow stroll either, they were more like a hurtling sprint. The familiar pressure within your pelvis started up again, but this time it didn’t alarm you. Every piston of Neteyam’s hips was hitting a pleasurable spot inside you that acted like a pump, building the pressure and winding it tighter and tighter.

Neteyam distractedly wondered to himself how Lo’ak had held out for as long as he did when he’d fucked you. Your core was a slippery vise around him, every thrust working his swollen cock from root to tip. His head was buried by the side of your face now as he groaned and panted. Your own cries were getting louder now, to his relief. He didn’t know how much longer he’d last…

“Fuck, paskalin, you’re driving me insane. I’m so close.” He grunted.

“Same. Keep going.” You kissed him again.

When the surge of ecstasy washed over you a second time, you relinquished your control and the pressure in your pelvis snapped with another orgasmic squirt. With your thighs cradling Neteyam’s hips and your arms raking his back, you felt him stiffen with his own climax, his thrusting becoming erratic as he roared his pleasure into the cushion under your head. A viscous heat seeped out from your core where you were still joined, a sensation that had been absent before with Lo’ak, which you now recognised was the evidence of Neteyam’s orgasm.

Adjusting himself so he wouldn’t crush you under his weight, Neteyam rolled onto his side. He tittered naughtily then and his grin was smug, “I told you I’d make you come. Welcome to the love shack.”

Recalling your foot-in-mouth innuendo from the previous night, you rolled your eyes and giggled, “Great Mother, who would’ve guessed that underneath the well-mannered gentleman that you’re such a wild beast.”

Warm skin enveloped your other side as Lo’ak shifted closer to join you, throwing a leg over one of yours and tangling you to him. He murmured by your temple when he placed a kiss there, “Think you’ll swing by again, sweet thing?”

Tilting your head back and craning your neck upward, you gave Lo’ak a deep kiss before turning to do the same to Neteyam, “Only if I can have you both to myself again.”

Lo’ak smirked, bending to kiss and nip at a gradually peaking nipple while Neteyam ran a hot hand down your torso to slip his fingers through your folds, slick with a combination of your own wetness and his seed. You could feel their cocks hardening again where they were pressed to either side of your hips.

By Eywa, stamina as well as skill? No wonder the women kept returning…

Neteyam eyed you and his response was a salacious murmur, “I believe that can be arranged, paskalin.”

PART III - Blurring Lines HERE

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Author's Note: I'm quite sure this is filthiest piece I've ever written... 🫣I don't know how I pulled almost 7.5k of sexy stuff out of my brain, but I hope you all FELT this in all the right ways and all the right places... Three cheers for our two boys Neteyam & Lo'ak!! Woot woot! Thanks for reading this! Leave me a comment, I'd love to hear from you and thanks for all your likes and reblogs too! 😘

I know it's hard but patience is a virtue we got this on EYWA we just got to Thug It Out so cry them Thug tears and move on😭😔🥲

I ain’t going nowhere I’m sticking this out. Been obsessed for 14 years, I’m not stopping now!

Jake and Neytiri didn’t raise no quitters!😤 y’all better be in it to win it. 2025 LETS GOOOOO!!

This is a threat… I wasn’t asking, y’all are staying till 2025 like it or not👹👹

Imma keep it a bug when there's separate they go crazy but when they're together when it's both of them let's just say my girlll EYWA did her big one to live my life everyday having both of them I Can Only Imagine I would give my family to the black market to be on Pandora with them

Would you be open to making a fic where both Neteyam and Lo’ak are in love with the reader? They’re always competing with eachother, trying to outdo the other. Then they decide to instead of fighting anymore, they will share you.

I literally cannot decide between them😭 I need some smutty smut with both of them be

Oh my gosh yes please. I’ve been waiting on a new request and this one made me smile 🤭. Enjoy this!!

I’ll show you a mighty warrior

Pairing: Aged up!Neteyam Sully x Fem!omaticaya reader x Aged up!Lo’ak Sully (SMUT (MINORS DNI)

Warning(s): SMUT(MINORS DNI), Choking, mature language, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, praise kink, honestly just pure filth i suck at warnings so read at your own risk🫠

“Oh come on, pretty girl. We’ve got so much time to kill” Neteyam pleads, pulling you by your arm into his room. You look around a little frantic, praying his younger brother wasn’t anywhere close—or any of his siblings really. Neteyam was more needy then usual with touching you due to it being valentines Day. Your clan didn’t usually celebrate but some mates did—although Neteyam wasn’t your mate.

“Nete, I have work” You explain, following where his hands guided you to sit on his lap. “And what if Lo’ak-“

“Screw Lo’ak. My Skxawng of a brother doesn’t deserve you anyway” You sigh, head slightly falling back as he placed wet kisses along your neck. His hands were gripping your waist and you could feel his length growing underneath you already, a soft moan leaving your mouth. “I thought we’ve agreed that your mine”

It hurt to hear those words come from his mouth, making you feel horrible for your feelings toward him and his brother. You wanted to agree but you couldn’t. You were his, but you were also Lo’ak’s.

Neteyam was the first boy you’d ever slept with but you refused to make the bond. You knew you loved his brother, but you couldn’t help but love him too. You hadn’t even slept with Lo’ak but you already knew you couldn’t give yourself to the oldest sully brother. It would’ve been so wrong.

“Neteyam! Have you seen Y/N? She’s late for work!” Kiri yells from outside the cave and you almost instantly jolt up from his grasp, afraid she was going to walk in. Neteyam quickly yells back, lying his ass off in fear she’d wonder why you came from his room if he told her the truth. “Where do you think she could be!”

“Check the lake!” She doesn’t respond and you finally hear some silence, sighing in relief once she had been gone. You turned to say something to him but your voice was cut from his lips attached directly to your own, hands cupping your small face in his palms. Sometimes you wore he wanted his scent to stay on you, like a sign to let other guys know you were his. It was cute, Neteyam was far too in love with you to let you go.

You pull his lip gently as you pull away, letting it go when you were a few inches away from his face. He looked at you with pure love in his eyes, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll see you tonight” His lip is stuck between his teeth as you turn on your heels, grabbing your stuff before you left his room.

• • •

“Put some of this on it tonight and it should feel better tomorrow” you hand the hunter yalnabark, standing to your feet with him so you could dispose of the dirty rags used to clean his wound. You loved your job, but sometimes it was a lot. Especially when hunting parties came in.

The sound of the tents cover moving made your ears perk and you sighed, waving the soldier. “I’ll be with you in just a second” You continue on with cleaning the dirty utensils, placing the rags on the loom—weaved line to dry. A set of hands grasped your hips and you gasped, jumping to push the soldier back from you.

“Lo’ak? Jesus! I could’ve killed you!” His pearly white teeth show as he laughs, walking towards you with a smile. You noticed what was in his hand and it almost made you fall weak at your knees it was so cute. “Are those…”

“Your favorite fruit” You smile as he hands the basket to you, heat rising in your cheeks even when you weren’t looking at him. “It was kind of hard to find… that’s why I’m giving it to you so late-“

“Thank you, Lo. I was just about to eat lunch, too” You both share a laugh and you lower the basket onto the floor, pulling the boy into a hug. Lo’ak was the brother you were less intimate with. He only ever kissed you a few times but Neteyam couldn’t keep his hands off you half the time. They were polar opposites.

That’s what you loved about Lo’ak, and that’s also what you loved about Neteyam.

Neteyam showed his love to you in the most sensual ways, his love language was so clearly touch. You’d always find yourself laying with Neteyam at night to go to sleep because he was so overprotective over you—always needing to touch you whenever you were together. His brother was the nervous one, loving you with small romantic gestures like bringing you lunch or gifts while you worked. His love language was definitely acts of service and words of affirmation, seeing as everytime you’d tell him how much you appreciated him, he’d fall at your feet.

You liked it though. You got the best of both worlds.

Just as you were about to kiss him, that familiar deep voice interrupted, the two of you pulling away quickly. “Am I interrupting?” Your heart is beating outside your chest as you watch the two brothers exchange a scolding look. This wasn’t anything knew. The sully brothers had always fought over you—but something about today felt different.

“You are” Lo’ak responds and you rub your face, going back to your work tasks to let them deal with this on their own. It wasn’t you fault, really. You just couldn’t choose between them. “Flowers? Ridiculous”

“Y/N” you hum as the oldest brother approaches you, pushing his brother out of the way. You turn at the smell, eyes catching the glowing purple flowers in his hands. “These are for you” Jesus, what were you gonna do with them? Their so lost when it comes to you.

“Aw, Nete” you smile, taking them from his hands with ease. You try to look at Lo’ak but you can’t. You can’t pretend your tongue wasn’t down his brothers throat just hours ago. “I love them. Thank you” The two glared at each other, ears falling at the sound of your voice. “Guys, not here”

“It’s Valentine’s Day. I had to come surprise you” Neteyam grabs your hand but your eyes catch Lo’ak’s before he starts to speak, pulling your hand to put up to him.

“Not. Here” you repeat and they both groan, Neteyam stepping back from you.

“It’s fine. My Skxawng of a brother doesn’t have to see what we do in private” He teases and you sigh, pushing him away with ease.

“I am working now, you two need to go if your not hurt” Neteyam rolls his eyes and Lo’ak nods, watching his grandmother walk into the now crowded tent.

“You boys bothering her again? Go! Don’t you have work to do?” You smirk and watch Neteyam glare at you, giving you that look you knew all too well that meant he would find you later, which he very much would.

That was hours ago. Your day was now finally over and you could go home to your cave and sleep. Your parents were out on a hunting party so you were a little upset, but kind of loved that you had some peace and quiet for once. Especially in the forest.

You enter the cave with a sigh, throwing your gear onto the ground before you could even walk to your hammock. You were so tired, feet hurting from walking around all day.

But as soon as you entered, that same familiar face appeared in front of you. His smile only grew as you walked closer, admiring the many aspects of your now decorated room. It was so beautiful, flowers scattered on the ground and small lights giving the room a night light effect. “Teyam…” You pout, letting him take your hands in his own, placing kisses against your knuckles. “I just… Eywa, this is so beautiful”

“You like it?” You nod, looking up to his amber eyes that had been burning with passion. He could’ve ruined you right then and there if he wanted. Instead of pulling him into a hug, you pull his face down to share a passionate kiss. Your hands settling in his long braids. Neteyam was taller then you and your toes had to stand tall just to reach his lips, but every kiss was so worth it. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer then you had been before.

“Needy today, aren’t we?” You smirk against his lips, kisses becoming more hungry by the second. His hands cupped your face, one wrapping around your throat to gently pull you into him. His hands gripped your hips harder, pulling you back—Wait. What?

You eyes quickly opened and you turned around, eyes widening at the sight in front of you. The two boys look as though their getting along, both walking toward you until your back hit the caves wall. “What’s wrong, Syulang? It’s just us”

“You aren’t fighting… he just saw us—he was behind me—I… I’m so confused” The oldest boy shushes you, one hand cupping your small face while the other boy grabbed your hand, thumb caressing your palm. “Nete—Lo, what is going on?”

“You trust us, right?” You look between the two, forehead still creased with confusion. What was there to trust? Of course you did, but why did you need to now?

“Of course I do but-“ Your voice is cut off once again by the eldest boy’s lips attaching to your own. Jesus, he loved doing that, didn’t he? His hands pulled you close to him and you didn’t even think to protest, feeling Lo’ak’s hands on your back. You were so lost, still trying to figure out what had been going on.

“You think it’s fun to play with our emotions?” Lo’ak’s voice is hot against your ear as he pressed himself against your ass, hand pushing your hair away from your neck. You tried your hardest to respond, but Neteyam’s tongue hadn’t even been close to done against yours. “Wake up with him then come to me, right? That’s what it is? That’s what I mean to you?”

You whine against Neteyam’s soft lips, hands trying to reach Lo’ak’s. You felt so bad, so terrible for making him feel that way. Was neteyam having doubts too?

“That’s okay. Tonight, we end this stupid charade and see who can really have you” His lips attach to the exposed skin on your neck with ease, fingers roaming up to remove your chest piece. You could feel the slick of your heat fill your cunt, slowly seeping down your skin. You knew what they were doing now, and it made it all so much more obvious.

“Should I be nice and let him have you first? Or maybe we need to teach him how to please you” Neteyam’s breath is hot against your own, and you can feel Lo’ak’s length pressing hard against your thigh. It was surreal—you really had both the Sully brothers at your feet. You were nervous for Lo’ak, seeing as he never did this with you but was sure he could beat Neteyam like always.

“Don’t make me laugh, bro” Lo’ak glares at him and the oldest boy chuckles, pushing a piece of hair back behind your ear. He looked at you with sinister eyes, like he had something so bad planned.

“You know what to do, don’t you?” You looked at him, trying your hardest to believe this as real—but it felt so fake. Were you dreaming? Because this was very much a dream you had a lot. The taller boy holds your head in his hand, gently urging you to the tab behind you and you obviously obeyed.

You sat on the table in front of the two boys, stomach growing nervous at the sight in front of you. Lo’ak’s hand caressed your hair, moving to sit behind you on the wooden table, reassuring voice in your ear.

“Don’t be nervous. It’s just us” Yeah, just Lo’ak and Neteyam… the two men who had your heart on the tightest hold. You follow the older boys motions as he pushes down on your chest, back lowering to lay in between his brothers legs. “Is this okay?” You nod hesitantly, watching as Neteyam untied your loincloth, tossing it to the floor without a care in the world.

Your chest was rising so heavily and Lo’ak could see it, whispering sweet nothings into your ears to calm you down. You weren’t anxious, it just felt like a dream, or a rush. Neteyam places a few kisses up your thigh, your breathing growing shakier as he got closer to your heat.

“He’s gonna fall so deep in love with you when he hears your pretty moans” Neteyam mumbles against your thigh and you can feel the voice inside you start to fill your body, walls clenching around nothing just to gain some sort of friction. “Gonna show him how you like it. Does that sound good, Pretty girl?” You nod and he tsked, teeth gently sinking into your thigh. “Words”

“Y-yes, sounds good” Lo’ak’s ears perk at your small noises, might’ve even been his new favorite music. Neteyam didn’t waste any time on leaning into you, taking your clit between his lips while holding your legs still. Lo’ak watched you in awe, the way your face twisted making him harder by the second. You looked so beautiful like that.

You felt his cock press against your back, eyes opening to look at him. You pulled his face down, connecting your lips with a sloppy but passionate kiss—wishing you could touch him where he needed. He was the cutest thing above you, just itching to get ahold of you like his brother. He was so jealous.

“Mmph… Eywa, Nete” you moan against his brothers lips, a small gasp leaving your mouth once you felt his fingers slip into you.

“Hope your watching, Baby bro. I’m practically giving you a cheat sheet” Neteyam states cockily and you shush Lo’ak before he can retaliate, hand reaching up to pull the band from his hair.

“I’m sure you’ll be just as good, Pretty boy” His pupils grow at your words and his tail was now swaying, cock pressing painfully harder now more then ever against you. Told you, words of affirmation.

Your legs open wider on their own, heels of your feet sitting on Neteyam’s shoulders. You were on cloud nine. Making out with one of the sully boys while the other ate you like you were his last meal. Eywa, it felt so good. His fingers curled inside you with a pace, tongue circling your clit over and over until your abdomen was pushing up off the table, muffled noises growing louder against Lo’ak’s lips.

“You look so pretty like this” Lo’ak remarks, holding your heavy head in his hands as you let out those beautiful sounds, hand reaching down to tug on the older brothers hair. “Feels good, huh? Can’t wait for my turn”

“Nete…great mother—“ you let out a breathless moan, grip tightening around his hair.

“Come for me, Sweet girl. We’ve got you” Neteyam coached, Lo’ak’s hands now reaching down to cup your breast in his hands. He loved watching you fall apart—even if it was for his brother. You came undone with a long and loud moan, hips digging into the wood under you as your back pushed off Lo’ak. Neteyam knew you like the back of his hand, he knew your body so well it was almost impossible to hold out for him.

“Did so good, baby. I think it’s my turn” You whine, legs closing once Neteyam stood back up. His tongue ran along his lips as him and Lo’ak switched places, now having Neteyam sit behind you with his fingers still dripping wet from your core.

“Nete… I wanna please you” He shushes you and you gasped feeling yourself getting tugged forward, Lo’ak’s hands spreading your legs apart once again. “W-wait! Too sensitive I—“

“We’re gonna take care of you, remember?” Neteyam lifts your chin, a small smirk plastered across his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing. “This isn’t about us, it’s about you, Ma’Tìyawn” The sensation between your legs caught you by surprise at how fast it had been, nails digging into Neteyam’s wrists. “Don’t rush it. Make her feel good” Neteyam instructed and you swore you could’ve moaned just at that. He was so particular when it came to you, making sure everything was perfect.

“I-it feels good, just didn’t expect it” You reassure the boy, one hand getting lost in his hair and the other pulling Neteyam’s face to feet your own. You roughly connected your lips, knowing now that it was neteyam, you could be as aggressive as you wanted. He always matched your speed, or even sometimes faster.

Of course the loud muffled cries where noticeable against his lips, thanking Eywa you had him against you to shut you up. You were so sensitive, you didn’t have time to think before your hips were still bucking off the table.

Lo’ak was fast, trying to draw you to your end faster then Neteyam. You knew he was trying to prove a point, but it didn’t matter because you still loved the way it felt—the way both of them felt.

“Moans are so pretty, baby. Hope he’s making you feel good” Neteyam’s thumb caresses your cheek and you nod desperately, a cry escaping your lips. “Maybe he should get you first, so I can finish you off” God, Neteyam and his boyfriend attitude. He kisses your knuckles, allowing you to pull on his skin to sooth your moans. He loved when you marked him up, showing everyone he was yours.

“L-Lo! Oh Eywa… I can’t!” Neteyam presses another kiss to your lips and Lo’ak doesn’t slow down, only going faster against you like you weren’t going crazy above him. You were losing yourself, holding onto Neteyam for comfort.

Your high came down the hardest you’d ever experienced before, legs shaking rapidly against Lo’ak’s hands as you hid your face into Neteyam’s neck. The two boys watched you in awe, Neteyam almost a little jealous at the sight in front of him.

“Holy shit” Lo’ak mumbled and you look to him, eyes widening at the shining gloss over his abdomen and thighs, your release dripping all the way down to his loincloth. “Did you just-“

“My turn” Yup. Neteyam was officially jealous. It wasn’t like he hadn’t made you squirt before, but the fact his baby brother got it on the first try, he knew he had to do something better.

He removes himself from the table and lifts you in his arms, laying himself down onto the large loom made bed you had specially built only months ago. Your legs were barely working at that point, cries leaving your poor mouth as he pulled you onto the sheet.

“You want me to take over or do you want to? It’s your day, I want you to feel good” He reassures you and you sigh, looking down at his now fully exposed cock that stood against his abdomen. You lay next to him and he’s already on his way behind you, pulling your back against his chest as Lo’ak settling in on the other side of you.

You reach down between you and Lo’ak, taking his painfully hard cock in your hand. It wasn’t as thick as Neteyam’s, but it was about the same size. You really were getting the best of both worlds, huh? His eyes almost instantly roll back the same time as yours do, Neteyam’s hand keeping you in place as he slipped into you with ease.

“Look at me, Lo” you practically beg the boy in front of you, his eyes opening but his lips now stuck between his teeth—stopping his whimpers from escaping. Aw, he’s so easy to get to.

Neteyam's hands moved your hips against his, lips attaching to your neck while your sweet voices he loved so much escaped, face falling against Lo'ak's. You stared down at his length, biting your lip at the sight.

His cock had already been leaking pre, and you knew he wouldn't last long if you kept going, only letting your hand stroke him slow.

"Always so tight around me—could stay here forever" the eldest boy breathes in your ear, his pace slowly starting to increase once you got used to him. Lo'ak was jealous, but he couldn't think of anything else beside the fact your hand was palming him, soft voice whispering sweet nothings into his ear. You didn't want him to feel left out, you needed him to feel good too.

"Aw, baby. Don't hide those from me" your thumb brushes against his bottom lip, pulling it from his teeth so his moans would surface. You loved when Neteyam was vocal, so you could only imagine the things it would do to you if you had both of them like that. "Good boy"

He lets out a whimper against your neck and your ears peek at the sound, tail wrapping around Neteyam's waist to pull him closer to your body. He was hitting you so deep, so hard you could barely think straight. He definitely had something to prove, ruining you before Lo'ak could even enjoy you.

"Oh, Teyam..." He leans his face down to your own, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. Lo'ak's face was still buried into your neck, not even caring that his brother was fucking you right in front of him. He just needed your touch. "That's it—right there!" He lifts your leg more, following your instructions and only hitting deeper then before. Your eyes were rolling back and you could feel your cunt squeezing him the tightest it could, soft moans falling from his lips.

Every gasp, every moan, every breath against his ear but like heaven to him—praising you with a deep, loving stroke after every single one. You moved your hips against his, feeling your breaking point approaching already. He was way too good at this, way too good at knowing your body.

"Gonna come? Already? Let's see if he can beat that" You whine at his words, still competing with his brother even after agreeing to let it go. You wished you could complain, but if this is what it takes for you to get fucked like this, you'd learn to deal with it. "Come on, Pretty girl. Come for me. Show him who had you first"

His words make you moan loudly, a gasp leaving your lips as you felt the pressure on your swollen clit, noticing Lo'ak's hand had been exploring your body with ease. "Oh my—fuck...!" His thumb circles your clit more and you can feel your high coming fast, begging Neteyam for more. He was trying so hard to keep his composure, making sure you had been pleased enough before he could release. He was so fucking close.

"Such a good girl for us. Wanna breed this pussy, make you walk out with my seed stuck deep inside you" You cry at his words and nod your head, the sound of your skin slapping against eachother being the only thing the three of your could hear. "Gonna give it all to you. Great mother—your mine, Y/N"

"Come on, Baby. Come so I can feel you" Lo'ak cups your face and you cry with one last thrust to his hips, his hands pulling you as close as you could possibly get against his lap.

"Nete...!" You both let out the filthiest moan, cunt clenching down on his throbbing cock inside you, the hot white spurts of his release painting your walls full. He mumbled things into your ear but you were too stuck on your orgasm to even respond, just falling against Lo'ak's chest with your chest heaving tirelessly. Neteyam pushed your hair away from your neck, placing a few small kisses to your skin.

"One more and then your done, okay?" You whimper, feeling his limp cock slowly slip out of you. His eyes were set on the mess he had made inside you, watching in awe as you laid with his brother, completely fucked out. "Your gonna ride him. Show him how this works, yeah?"

"Nete... I can't-"

"You can" He helps you stand onto your knees, Lo'ak's body moving to sit up in front of you. "I'm gonna help you, okay? Gonna make sure he takes real good care of you" Lo'ak pulls you into a kiss as you position yourself above him, Neteyam's hands helping guide you so you didn't give out.

"Don't—Mmph!" The brother moans against your lips as he finally seeps into you, Neteyam's mess already lubricating your cunt. "Y/N... great mother—so tight" He was a mess under you, wondering how you could've still been this tight even after his brother had you. It felt so fucking good.

"Just relax. I'll take care of you, I'll show you" You reassure him, hips moving against his at a slow pace. His hands pulled at your hips, nails digging into your skin with every breath that left his mouth. Neteyam watched you in awe, always loving how you looked when you were in control.

It wasn’t long before Lo'ak began to rut his hips under you, a gasp leaving your lips as you lean against him, using his shoulders to balance yourself. You matched his pace, noticing that he was now trying his hardest to hold back his release. You didn’t want him to—if anything, you were getting closer just looking at him.

“Feels good, huh? You gonna come again, pretty girl?” You shake your head at Neteyam’s question, but he didn’t take that answer. Lo’ak gripped your throat with one pull, crashing his lips against yours with another snap of his hips. “Give us one more, Baby. Just one more and you’ll be done” The boy caresses your hair and you could feel your tears slipping down your cheeks, the pleasure truly being too much now.

“Lo… Oh god I—it’s too much!” You beg against his lips but they both knew you too well, knowing you truthfully loved every minute of this, wishing he’d never stop even if it was too much.

“Can’t hold myself much longer, Y/N. Come for me” Gosh, how wet it made you hearing that from Lo’ak. His cock kissed your cervix over and over, grip so tight on your waste you were sure there was gonna be bruises tomorrow. This was such knee territory for the two of you. “Can feel you—shit! Come on, I know your close”

You leaned back, hands holding yourself up on his knees as you tried your hardest not to scream, Neteyam almost instantly standing behind you so you didn’t give up.

“Kiss me… god—I’m gonna come!” Lo’ak’s arm snaked around your waist and he leaned forward against you, crashing his lips into yours once again with a muffled moan. Your high was just at its peak, threatening to burst at any moment. Lo’ak knew, he knew and he was right behind you.

With one final thrust into you, Lo’ak held your hips down despite your shaking legs, both of you letting out a loud moan into each others mouth. Your releases mixed together, and his repainted your still fully white walls again, breath fanning against your ear with a sigh.

You couldn’t move or even speak, only sitting there for a minute and letting the two brother converse without you. They had officially fucked you out. You let out a cry as Neteyam lifted you from his brother, helping you lay onto the bed comfortably without touching any area that might’ve hurt. You already had many bruises forming against your skin, and if even one slight touch was to come to your heat, you’d cry.

“D-don’t… don’t touch” The boys chuckle as they laid next to you, Incasing you between their two warm bodies. Neteyam had himself propped up on his elbow, fingers pushing your hair out of your sweating face while Lo’ak’s head laid in your neck, placing small kisses along your shoulder.

“How’s that for a Valentine’s Day surprise?” He kisses your head and you open your eyes to look at them, half lidded against your face. You took one of his braids in between your finger, twirling it around with a smile. “Gotta say, I thought you’d at least stay awake longer then her” he says to his brother but Lo’ak doesn’t even bother, placing his middle finger in the air in front of him.

“Stop it. Your gonna give me a headache” you flick his head and he only chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “I feel so…gross” You make him laugh once again, looking between the three of you. You couldn’t believe what had just happened, and the fact you had both of the sully boys release inside you, made it so much more forbidden.

“I guess we’ll have to see who’s kids are faster, huh?” Your eyes widen at the younger boys question, pushing his head away from you while the two begin to laugh together.

“Stop it! That is not funny!”

“It’s definitely mine. I’m a fast swimmer so-“

“Neteyam!” He puts his hands up in defense, Funally laying down next to you. Lo’ak had his head back on you, now just trying to drift off to sleep. “You two are ridiculous” He only hums, leaning down to press kisses up your jaw, teeth gently pulling at your ear lobe before whispering.

“So, who was better?”

Ummmmmm I hope y’all enjoyed this because my phone is glitching like crazy now 🙏🏼🙏🏼. New content coming soon! 💙

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