Beach Boobs Babes Kmg
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summary: mingyu goes to the beach to cool down, but things only heat up
tags: smut (minors dni!), chubby!big-boobed!reader warnings: sexual content, semi-public sex, spit used as lube, praise, tit fuck, oral (m. rec), cum eating, tit sucking, fingering, one mention of being "too heavy" wc: 1.3k an: this is def inspired by that video of ross lynch at the beach where you can see his dick print ANYWAYS

Mingyu wouldn't consider himself a pervert, he may be rethinking that now though.
At the beginning of the day he thought that a beach day would be the perfect way to cool down from the scouring heat of the Korean summers, but now that he's actually here he feels nothing but heat creeping up the back of his neck, covering him in a whole body flush from his cheeks all the way down to his dick.
Ever since he laid eyes on you this morning he's been doing his best to tamper down his growing hard on. It doesn't help that his swim trunks are short and tight and perfectly define his package even when he's not have perverse thoughts.
In his defense, he wasn't expecting for you to show up like that, with everything out on display for his viewing pleasure. Your soft looking stomach and your full round breasts and your thick thighs all wrapped up in a bikini that doesn't do much to stop Mingyu's imagination from wandering away.
Your bikini is cute, a little yellow set with white flowers patterned over it, strings tied together to hold it in place. Mingyu would kill to pull those strings, releasing the knot and subsequently your fat tits.
There's not much that Mingyu wouldn't do to see your full bare body in front of him, served to him like a starving wolf being fed a steak. Mingyu knows he should have shame for his thoughts, but he can't bring himself to care when you look so fucking good.
You're technically Joshua's friend. While you get along well with the others, it's Joshua who you're always hanging around. It makes Mingyu a bit jealous to see the way you're so clingy to the older boy. He's also a bit thankful for it though, because if not then you wouldn't be here now, at the beach with the group.
Mingyu stares intently at the way Joshua squirts sunscreen all over your back. The creamy, white ropes hitting the bare skin of your back. He can't peel his eyes away as Joshua's large hands cover your back, spreading the sunscreen all over and working it into your skin. Mingyu desperately wishes he was in Joshua's place, his hands roaming across your skin, the soft rolls of your back under his palms.
Mingyu knows that everyone can see his hard-on through his swimtrunks but he can't help it. You look so pretty with the sun beaming down on your smiling face. Mingyu can't take it anymore and he quickly heads to the shore, hoping a swim will help him calm down.
It does work for a while, the cold water shocks him a bit and the swimming helps him release some pent up energy, but it quickly all goes to waste when he climbs out and gets another sight of you. You're standing next to Joshua, eating a piece of watermelon and just the idea of you and food gets Mingyu going, but then you take a bite and the juice of the watermelon drips down your chin and falls right onto your chest, sliding further down right into the valley of your breasts. Mingyu groans, his dick stirring at the idea of him pressing his tongue to your skin, lapping up at the sweet juices with your beautiful, full tits squishing either side of his head.
Mingyu realizes he really has to stop staring because you've seemed to notice him and the prominent strain of his swim trunks. Your eyes trail down his figure, lingering on his crotch, before looking up to meet his eyes. Mingyu doesn't give you time to even send him an expression before he's quickly turning and heading to one of the changing huts.
He's not quite sure what the laws are on jacking off in a changing room on a public beach is, but he also can't really put much thought into it when his dick is actually starting to hurt. The only thing his mind can focus on is the image of your soft curves and suffocating in your cleavage.
A deep groan leaves Mingyu's throat when he finally pushes his trunks down, letting his cock pop free. He doesn't waste time spitting in his palm before grabbing his length and starting to pump it. He leans back against the wall as he closes his eyes, fucking his fist and imagining it's your pussy.
He's so lost in thought he nearly misses the sound of the changing room door opening but when he opens his eyes he jumps, trying to cover up his leaking cock. In his haste he must have forgot to lock the door. It takes him a few more seconds to process who exactly is standing in front of him.
You look so innocent, with your big eyes and soft features, staring at Mingyu curiously. It would almost be enough to make Mingyu feel some kind of shame, but then his eyes trail down your figure and his body is flooded with the pains of lust once again. Your swimsuit is just so tiny on you, the strings digging into your flesh, your tummy pudging up over your waistband. He can't even look at your tits without his cock twitching in his hand, just barely hidden from your gaze. They way they spill out of the fabric, pushed together to create the most delicious cleavage that jiggles anytime you move.
"I-I'm sorry!" You exclaim, but you still don't tear your eyes away from Mingyu. "You looked a bit uhm...flushed earlier, so I wanted to check in on you. I can see why now."
Something snaps in Mingyu and he's suddenly removing his hands to let his dick hang free, in full sight for you. "Don't give me that bullshit, baby. I know you saw it. It's kinda hard not to." Mingyu wraps his hand around his cock, yanking at his length a few times. "I mean, look how big it is. All hard just from you."
"F-from me?" You squeak.
"Who else, gorgeous? I mean look at you, in that skimpy ass little bikini, teasing everyone on this damn beach," Mingyu growls.
"I-I didn't-"
"God baby, doesn't matter what you meant to do. Truth is it's taking all of my resolve not to jump you right here." Mingyu's hand speeds up, his cock leaking pre-cum all over his fingers.
"Well then, I should help you, right?" Your words come out slowly and Mingyu swears he has no clue how you can still sound so innocent while implying something so dirty.
Before Mingyu can react you're kneeling down in front of Mingyu, staring up at him. You gently bring your hands up to pull the strings of your bikini top loose, letting the fabric fall off your body and reveal your tits. Now without the support of the fabric they droop down, the weight of them too much to defy gravity. Your areolas are large and round like a target for Mingyu's mouth.
You don't allow Mingyu to put his mouth on you though. Instead you lean foward and push your tits around Mingyu's cock, eveloping his length in the warmth of your large, soft cleavage. Mingyu audibly whines at the feeling and he can't even be embarassed because he's in absolute heaven right now.
You slowly start to move your tits around his cock, and Mingyu nearly cums on you right then when you let your saliva dripple down your chin and onto his tip. The mix of his pre-cum and your spit allows you to glide his cock between your breasts easily, rubbing up against his length in a way that makes Mingyu's head go completely blank.
"F-fuck," Mingyu whines, "you look so good right now baby. My big cock pushed between your fat tits."
Mingyu starts to rut his hips into the valley of your chest, helping you jack him off. Mingyu knows he's not going to last long when you lean down to start suckling on the head of his cock. You suck and kitten lick at it, lapping up all of the pre-cum drooling out of his slit.
"Holy shit, baby, fuck," Mingyu babbles. He knew he needed this, but he completely underestimated how good it would feel. Your skin is warm against his cock and the plump fat of your chest cushions his length nicely.
"C'mon Gyu," you mutter in between lapping at the tip, "cum all over my chest. I know you want to. I see the way you stare at me. Cum on my tits."
With a groan Mingyu's hips stutter and he's painting your chest white with his spunk. Some of it sprays up onto your face and the sight of you cover in his cum is enough to send Mingyu's mind reeling.
Mingyu nearly falls over when you bring your finger to your chest, scooping up the mess and bringing it to your mouth. You suck on your fingers, staring directly at Mingyu as you do. Mingyu's cock twitches despite having just nutted.
You whine and shift a bit where you're kneeling. "Mingyu," you mumble, "I'm so wet now."
Holy shit.
Mingyu quickly moves to sit on the chair in changing hut. You stand and make your way over to him. You look nervous for a second but Mingyu grabs you, pulling you into his lap.
"M-mingyu! I'm too heavy!"
"Fuck baby, no you're not. You feel so good in my lap," Mingyu mutters, his mouth too busy kissing at your bare skin. His hands roam over your stomach, soaking up every bit of sweet chub he can.
You whimper under his touch, squirming in his lap a bit. Mingyu stares at you intently as he brings his head down, raising one of your boobs to meet his mouth. He wraps his lips around your tit, sucking on it hard. He swirls his tongue around your nipple and relishes in the reaction he gets out of you.
"G-gyu, please," you beg.
Normally Mingyu would respond, "Please what baby?" but he doesn't dare take his mouth off of you. Instead Mingyu lifts you up, turning around so this time he's on his knees while you sit in the chair.
You seem a bit shocked Mingyu could lift you, but you can't focus too much on that when Mingyu's fingers are playing with the strings of your bikini bottom. When Mingyu tugs at it, it comes undone, your bottoms falling against the chair away from your body.
A soft sigh leaves your mouth when Mingyu pushes his fingertips up against your clit. He rubs there for a moment before exploring further. His fingers push your chubby folds apart, revealing your hot, slick cunt. As much as Mingyu wants to drag this out he can't help himself from sinking his fingers into your pussy.
You wrap your arms around Mingyu's head, pushing his face even farther into your chest. Mingyu thinks he could die like this happy, suffocating between your tits, your velvety walls wrapped around his fingers.
Mingyu is completely content to stay like this, but then you start to wiggle your hips and Mingyu realizes you're basically cock warming his fingers. He starts to move his digits in you, brushing up against your walls. When he hits a particularlly soft spot and he hears you gasp, he knows he's hit your sweet spot.
Your jucies are running down his hand as he continues to jut his fingertips up into the same spot, his thumb rubbing at your clit as he does. Up above, his mouth is still working diligently at sucking at your tits, licking and nipping where he can.
"M-ming-gyu," you stutter out, your voice high pitched and tense, "so close. Please."
Finally, Mingyu pops his mouth off of your tits. "Fuck, c'mon baby. Cum for me. I know you can, pretty girl."
His thumb speeds up, pressing against your clit harder. Your hips buck up against his hand before your thighs are clenching and you're shaking. You let out the prettiest mewls as you reach your high, your head thrown back against the wall.
"Good girl, you look so pretty like this. Absolutely stunning," Mingyu tells you, and he means it. He doesn't think he's ever seen something so breath taking before.
When you've calmed down Mingyu slowly pulls his fingers out from you and pops them into his mouth, licking your arousal off of them. You taste even better than you look and Mingyu hopes that eventually he'll have the opprotunity to be squished between your thighs. He's sure it will be just as magical as being squished between your breasts.
Mingyu helps you tie your bikini back on and when the pieces are in place you frown at the marks Mingyu left all over your chest.
"Mingyu!" You whine.
"I'm sorry baby," Mingyu mumbles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "I couldn't help it."
"Yeah, but now I'll have to explain to Joshua why I look like a vaccum attacked me!" You exclaim and Mingyu suddenly remembers you two came to the beach with a group.
Mingyu groans. He's never going to hear the end of the teasing. Oh well, it was totally worth it.

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you were quick to snatch your phone back to watch the story yourself, raising the volume on your phone to hear it. it was a video of someoneâs hand reaching into a very full fishbowl of printed instagram handles, pulling out a tiny piece of paper and unfolding it to reveal your instagram username. the caption read in big red lettering, âcongrats to @[y/n] for winning the human canvas raffle. reply to this post by midnight to schedule your slot.â
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you had gone through an extensive back and forth that night, printing and signing and scanning different waivers and papers to ensure that you would be able to handle an entire day of sitting in a chair getting poked and prodded with needles and getting art permanently printed on your skin forever. you were grateful that they took so much precaution in ensuring you were well aware of the situation you were putting yourself in, and getting ample consent confirmed ahead of time. you already felt comfortable as you stepped off the train in tokyo and started towards the shop.
sin city tattoo and body art. the small tattoo shop had garnered a massive following around the globe for the gorgeous work that consistently poured from the studio. the artists had never shown their faces on their page, but it was clearly just a two man show. sometimes one of them would film the other doing their newest piece on a client they handpicked from the waiting list, and it was clear that the two were a little more than close friends.Â
you trusted their work. you were a new client, obviously, but after following their page for over a year, you knew you would be okay with going through with this. you were just⌠inexperienced. you had a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on your ankle and your ears double pierced in the lobes, but that was it.
you rounded the corner and saw the neon sign over the glass doors to the shop, the shutters pulled down. you took a deep breath and tried the door, mildly surprised that it opened up. a tiny bell chimed over your head as you stepped inside.
the shop was small, but it was clean. absolutely pristine. for a tattoo shop called sin city, you were expecting a bit more of a grunge theme, not exactly the creamy white walls littered with black picture frames of flash art available for purchase, a tall cabinet filled with various jewelry for fresh piercings, plants in the corners surrounding two chairs that were supposedly for a waiting area. there was a tall partition behind the front desk, and the shop stretched backward, most likely leading to a tattoo chair and then a piercing table, respectively.Â
you stood awkwardly by the front door, gripping your bag in front of you. you had brought a few little snacks and some water in preparation for being there all day. you shuffled your feet as you heard footsteps coming up from the back of the shop, and suddenly you were reconsidering your outfit choice. you had tried to be helpful by going with a tight spaghetti strap tank top and a high riding skirt, knowing that you would probably need to shuffle clothes around during the course of the day.
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âuh-â
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âah, yeah, hi. iâm y/n. itâs nice to see your fsce for once.â you giggled nervously, and he laughed and nodded.
âyeah, weâre not all about showing who we are online. the page got too big, tokyoâs a big place, we donât want the extra attention, yknow?â he smiled warmly at you as he bent down and shuffled through some paperwork under the desk, pulling it out and gesturing for you to come closer. âi know we already got a lot of your stuff online, but this is the last waiver. pretty much a final agreement that we get to do whatever we want to your body until you either tap out, or the clock hits six, whichever comes first.âÂ
you made a little squeaking noise at his phrasing, glancing at his face as he just continued to smile. he fumbled around for a pen and held it out to you, and you reached to take it, but he snatched it back and leaned across the desk. âjust so you know, you can say stop at any time. weâre not forcing you to be here. if you say no to an idea, we wonât do it. stuff like that. okay?â
you blinked at him. he seemed so genuine, really making sure he was thorough in his explanations of the paperwork and of your position in this. it helped you take a deep breath and nod. âi know. iâm all good.â
âawesome. you seem like a real trooper.â he chuckled in a deep, rumbly voice, and finally held the pen back out to you.Â
you took it, your soft fingers brushing over his rough skin and making you feel like your hand was alight in flames. you signed your name at the bottom of the form, dated it, and slid it back across the desk to kirishima. he just grinned at you and shoved the paper into the desk again.
âbakugou! come on, man! sheâs all good!â kirishima leaned his head around the partition, and you jumped slightly when the familiar voice of kirishimaâs partner sounded from the back of the shop.
âi fucking heard you the first time, iâm not fucking deaf!â
âwell, just hurry up!â kirishima laughed and turned back to you. âsorry, heâs a real stickler for making sure his spot is all clean. iâm clean, but heâs a neat freak.â
âwhoâre you calling a neat freak, red?â a slightly shorter man stepped out from down the hallway, and again you felt your breath catch in your throat.
he was still tall, but far more intimidating in his black wife beater and jeans. he took off his mask that had been covering the lower half of his face, revealing a nose piercing and snake bites around plush lips. his fluffy blonde hair was standing up in all the right places, piercing red eyes looking your form up and down as he cracked his knuckles. his arms were littered patchwork-style, much different than kirishimaâs full sleeves, and he clearly liked to hit the gym seven days a week.
you gulped and shifted your weight as bakugouâs eyes drifted over you. ânameâs katsuki bakugou. youâve already met red. didya sign the form?â
âuh, yes. all of the forms.â
âgreat.â his eyes locked on yours. clearly, this guy was all about professionalism and business, at least while he was on the clock. then he turned his head to kirishima. âso, where did you want to start her?â

you found yourself laid down on your chest, head turned to the side to stare at bakugouâs back as he organized something off to the side. music was playing, but you could hardly hear it over the buzzing of the tattoo gun and the weight of kirishimaâs hand on your back.
you chewed on your lip as you felt the needle trace over the skin of your lower back, occasionally lifting to get more ink, only to return and start the ministrations over again. it wasnât an easy spot to get ink done; tramp stamps were adorable and sexy, but the skin on that part of a personâs back is notoriously thin. despite this, however, you always found the pain to be⌠enjoyable.Â
you felt kirishimaâs free hand slide over to the middle of your back, splaying out, applying some pressure to get a better angle as he leaned over you. if he wasnât wearing a mask, you would be able to feel his warm breaths fanning out against your sensitive skin. your eyes fluttered and you did your best not to move as your neurons fired over the sheer size of his hand against your back. splayed out like that, his fingertips were on one side and the heel of his hand almost felt like it was on the other. perhaps your perception was being warped on account of the buzzing needle poking your back, but you couldnât be entirely sure.
kirishima added more pressure even as the needle lifted away from your skin, pushing you down into the bed, making you squeak softly. bakugouâs head turned briefly to you, glinting in the white overhead lighting almost devilishly, before turning away again.
âso,â kirishimaâs low voice made you flinch slightly, having been entranced by the weight of him looming over your form, âi donât really see any ink on you. is this your first time?â you heard him chuckle into his mask as he waited for you to relax again, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin to calm you down, before pressing the needle down again. âsorry, didnât mean to scare you, hun.â
you felt like some kind of high schooler talking about her virginity. âitâs- itâs fine. no, itâs not my first, but itâs my first big one. iâve got a little one on my ankle.â
âyour ankle?â he repeated, still pressing the needle to your skin and definitely coloring a shape in. âwho did that for you? wasnât us.â
âright, yeah.â you giggled slightly, really trying not to move as you wiggled the foot that held the little tattoo. âjust an old friend who was an apprentice somewhere else.â
âankleâs a rough place for a first tattoo,â grumbled bakugou, finally turning towards you and sitting down in a chair a little ways away, manspreading in your peripheral. âhowâd you sit for that?â
âit hurt, but i liked it.â you mumbled back honestly, glancing back when you felt kirishima put the tattoo gun down and reach with a gloved hand towards your ankle, bending your leg at the knee to study the work.
âhm. itâs real cute on you, but i wouldâve done it a little different.â his thumb brushed over the tattoo, over the thin skin of your ankle, sending a spike of heat through your body. âi could touch it up later.â he guided your leg back down and brushed his hand over the back of your thigh briefly before picking his tattoo gun back up and reapplying that heavy pressure to your back again.
âyeah, okayâŚâ you murmured breathily, feeling small underneath kirishimaâs weight and the power of bakugouâs gaze where he was staring at you, at kirishima, at how kirishimaâs hands left indents in your skin as he worked.
your mouth felt like it was full of cotton, your head feeling like all the blood had drained from it and gone south. you shouldnât be thinking like this, feeling like this, not while effectively getting stabbed thousands of times per minute.
bakugou hummed as he stood up again to get within your line of sight. âyou said you liked the pain, huh? you one of those weird people that gets a high off of getting ink done?â
you felt your face burst with heat, unable to move as you opened your mouth and stammered. kirishima chuckled behind his mask.
âdonât tease, kats.â
ââm not teasinâ. i was just sayinâ that i agree with her.â bakugou smirked at you before stepping around the wall to go get a water from the fridge.
kirishimaâs free hand slid from your middle back to just above your ass, his thumb rubbing into the fabric of your tight skirt as he worked.
âyouâre sitting really well for this, doll. âm proud. probably one of my favorite things to do is back tattoos. especially these.â
you hummed softly in the back of your throat, probably mumbling a thank you that just made him laugh again.
you didnât say anything when his free hand squeezed your ass as he leaned back to get more ink in the gun.

kirishima had spread the second skin across your pretty new tramp stamp with precision, making sure it wouldnât wrinkle or peel away until your tattoo was healed. you were given a snack of chips and a bottle of water to recuperate while bakugou prepped his area, pulling on a mask and snapping black latex gloves over his hands. âso, how ya feelinâ?â
âgood,â you took a breath as you capped your water, sitting quietly on the tattoo bench and waiting to move to the piercing table. âready to move on, i guess.â
âhope you donât mind, but i took some photos when red was doing you.â he glanced over his shoulder, and you smiled and waved it off.
âi donât mind at all. my friend didnât believe me when i said i was actually gonna come.â
âthat so?â bakugou cocked a brow, his mouth hidden behind the black mask. âanyway, whatâre you thinking for this next bit? industrial? nose?â
âah.â you shifted on the bench, glancing away from him as kirishima rounded the corner. âi was, uh. i was thinking i could get my⌠i could get my nipples pierced first? get the worst ones out of the way?â
kirishima blinked once and immediately shot a look to bakugou, who made eye contact. it was like telepathy; there was a silent exchange between them before bakugou nodded and waved for you to step over. âsure, whatever. itâs definitely not the worst pain, though.â
âreally?â you stood on jelly legs and walked over to the piercing bench, sitting down in front of bakugou, who pulled a chair over to sit.
âmhm. worst i would say for a girl is the clitoral hood.â
you flushed and shook your head. âno thanks. i think iâll stick to this for now.â
âokay.â bakugou sat back in his chair, staring at you. you stared back, tilting your head. bakugou furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue, making an âupâ motion with two fingers. only then did it click that you needed to take your shirt off.
you looked around as you started to tug your tank top up, looking over at kirishima, who was leaning against the wall with fascination. âah, sorry! if you really want, i can leave.â
âno! no, itâs fine.â you shook your head, and finally got the courage to lift your tank top up and over your head. in preparation for this, you had simply forgone your bra in the morning.
you were left in just your skirt and panties, essentially. kirishima hummed low in his throat, earning him a glare from bakugou. you felt like you were on fire when bakugou reached a hand out to your shoulder. âlay back. slow.â
you shuddered under his grasp and laid back on the table, bringing your feet up and bending your knees to be a little more comfortable. your nipples pebbled and hardened from the cold air of the parlor.
bakugou studied your tits with an intense gaze, clearly focused on his job in a way that kirishima was not. where kirishima was flirty, groping and grabbing, bakugou was cold and practiced.
âso this is gonna go something like this. one of these is gonna hurt more than the other. when i tell you, you gotta breathe in, and then breathe out all at once. itâll make the pain a little easier to handle.â
âokay.â
âiâll be quick, but we gotta do one at a time.â he grabbed a skin safe marker and finally his hands reached for one of your tits, rubbing his thumb into the skin as he marked where the needle would enter and exit. you felt like you were shaking, being grabbed and examined in such a professional manner.
âyou canât have any fuckinâ saliva or jizz or whatever touch these till theyâre fully healed, you got that?â
you squeaked, almost jumping in surprise at his words, before laughing and shaking your head. âno worries there.â
âyou sure?â bakugou tilted his head, eyebrow raised, and kirishima laughed as he walked over towards the bench.
you didnât get a chance to answer bakugou, because kirishima was by your head, offering his massive hand to you. âyou can squeeze my hand so you donât pass out.â
you looked up at him through your lashes, squirming on the bench as bakugou squeezed your tit. you didnât answer, just reaching your hand up to hold onto kirishimaâs. his hand was large, warm, and so rough. you wanted to feel his-
âalright sugar. take a deep breath in for me.â
you sucked in a breath through your teeth, and then suddenly a white hot pain shot through your body, something never experienced before. your vision whited out and you may or may not have cried out and dug your nails into kiriâs hand, gripping it tightly.
your head swam as you were encouraged to breathe, and then to breathe in again as the wide bar was slipped through the new piercing. you yelped and jerked on the table, making bakugou put his gloved hand flat between your tits to try and ground you. ârelax, brat. stay fucking still. gotta get this stupid ball on.â
âaw, sheâs cryinâ.â kiri chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. your cheeks did feel wet as the pain subsided slowly. you whimpered as bakugou leaned away from you and reached to grab another needle package and the second bar.
âone more, drama queen. you can do it. just one more.â
âalready?â you whined, shaking your head at him as he scooted his chair closer to get a better angle on your other nipple.
you did not get a chance to beg for mercy. âbreathe in deep, good fuckinâ girl.â
you screamed this time. bakugou had been right, one hurt more than the other. your head felt so light all of a sudden, your vision blurring as you gripped kirishimaâs hand like a vice and shook. your breath punched out of you when the bar was pushed through and the little ball at the end was screwed on.
you stared up at the ceiling and tried to get your bearings as kirishima let go of your hand to pet your hair and keep it away from your tears. âyou did it, pretty girl. you got it. just breathe. did such a great job, yeah?â
you gathered your thoughts together as you listened to bakugou get up and take his gloves and his mask off, tossing them away, ever the professional. he walked back over to where you were laying and held up a mirror over you to show you your new jewelry. the sight made the pain worth it; your nipples, perky and red and hard, glittering with bars pushed through.
âwhat do ya think?â bakugou cocked his head at you, and you let out a deep breath.
âthey look⌠really nice.â
âreally sexy, more like.â kirishima chuckled over you as he openly ogled your chest.
you made a noise of surprise, which was immediately followed by your voice getting caught in your throat when bakugouâs free hand moved to start rubbing up and down your thigh. âyou okay?â
ây-yeah.â
âyou need a break?â
âi think so.â
bakugou nodded and looked to kirishima, who broke into a grin and bent over you just a little, his voice dropping an octave. âletâs take a nice long break, then, huh doll? you think you might wanna relax a bit with us? take your mind off the pain?â
âwhat?â you shifted to sit up on your elbows, wincing from the pain in your chest, looking between them.
kirishima laughed, âcome on, doll. i know you didnât come in here wearing just that tiny skirt for nothinâ.â
âyou can say no.â bakugouâs hand moved off your thigh, clearly the more level headed of the two. âweâll take a break and come back in a half hour to keep going-â
âwait.â you flushed and put up a hand to make him shut up, glancing between them. âyouâre not- together?â
âwell, yeah, fucking obviously we are,â bakugou rolled his eyes at you while kiri chuckled, âbut if we see a hot chick, weâre not gonna say no.â
âtrue.â kiri was practically purring.
they were standing over you, broad shoulders and tattooed hands and muscle, red eyes honed in on your shirtless form, and for some reason you allowed your inhibitions to fall away.
you took a deep breath and pouted. âjust donât make me get an infection on my new piercings.â
ânever.â bakugou cracked his first real grin, foxlike and dirty, already moving back down towards your legs to start pushing your knees apart. you sat up a bit more, onto your hands, sucking in a breath when the bench dipped under bakugouâs added weight as he pushed your knees far apart and revealed your plain cotton panties with an obvious wet spot in the crotch, your pussy throbbing with the realization.
bakugou hummed as he slid rough fingertips down the insides of your thighs. âlook at that shit, red. sheâs already soaked. got this pretty pussy all needy even after pokinâ her.â
âfigured as much. she was all spaced out during her tat.â kiriâs meaty hand slipped around the column of your throat, practically engulfing it in one palm as he turned your head to make you look up at him.
you gasped, and kirishimaâs mouth came crashing down onto yours; he had to practically crouch to get even close to you where you were sitting. your hands flew up to his hair, body twisting slightly as bakugou started to work his fingers along your hips to further push your skirt up around them.
you felt yourself start to whimper as bakugou pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers through your wet folds. you shook and moaned as his fingers skillfully rubbed slow circles into your clit, making your hips jerk.
kiri laughed against your lips and squeezed his hand slightly around the column of your throat, pulling away from your mouth to look at your dazed expression. âlay back, doll.â
he guided you back to lay on the bench again, letting go of your throat only for a moment to start unbuckling his belt. âkats, iâm takinâ her mouth first, mkay?â
âhm?â bakugou glanced up from where he was licking his lips, about to press his nose to your pussy. âoh, yeah sure whatever. iâm getting a taste first.â
âsomeoneâs got an oral fixation.â
âshut the fuck up, you red-haired loser.â
you felt yourself start to giggle at their interactions, but suddenly there were lips wrapped tightly around your cliff and a fat cock hanging over your face, drooling with pre.
you swallowed as your mouth practically started to water. your head was spinning as bakugou worked his tongue against your clit, a finger starting to push its way into your right, wet heat. you moaned and felt your eyes flutter, fingers curling into the sides of the piercing bench. âah, i-i donât know if i can fit-â
âshh. all you gotta do is swallow. can you try just the tip?â kiri cocked his head at you, suddenly all puppy eyes as he stroked his cock to his boyfriend eating you out.
you whimpered and nodded. how could you say no? you ground your hips against bakugouâs face as your lips parted, and kirishima pushed just the fat head of his cock past them with a low groan.
you felt full. bakugou started to push a second finger into your weeping hole, drool and your juices dripping down his chin and dotting the bench as he ate you out and found the spongy spot within you that made your back arch off the bench, knees attempting and failing to snap shut around his head. bakugou growled against your pussy, unhappy with you disturbing his meal.
you couldnât respond what with kirishima shallowly thrusting into your mouth, working inch after inch into you. you felt his heady tip hit the back of your throat as your head hung down over the edge of the bench, and you coughed and sputtered.
âshh, careful, careful. breathe.â his hand returned to your throat, feeling the way he slipped further and further in. his balls hung down in your face as he started to effectively fuck your throat, groaning when you whined around him.
you did your best to suck his cock, slobbering and drooling down your cheeks as your eyes rolled back when bakugou removed his mouth and rubbed circles into your clit with his thumb. âshe tastes fuckinâ good.â
âyeah? yâthink so?â
âyeah,â bakugou breathed out, almost like an offering, and as he pulled his fingers out of your wet pussy, he shoved them directly into kirishimaâs mouth.
kiri groaned loudly and sucked on bakugouâs fingers with the eagerness of a dog, gripping your throat with one hand and bakugouâs wrist in the other. he made sure bakugouâs fingers were clean before letting go and rolling his hips against your face. âshit.â
âmhm.â bakugou was panting as he hurriedly fussed with his jeans, shoving them down enough to get his cock free. it was difficult, positioning himself on the bench, but he made it work as he slapped his tip against your clit.
you cried out and gagged again on kirishimaâs fat cock, gurgling pathetically while they both laughed at you.
âpoor babydoll,â bakugou hissed, pressing his tip to your entrance, âshe can hardly breathe, eiji.â
âsheâs doinâ a good fucking job. i can feel how deep i am in her throat.â
âi can fuckinâ see that.â bakugou snapped right back before taking a deep breath and sinking so slowly into your pussy.
your walls fluttered around his cock as he sheathed himself inside you, one hand gripping your hip dangerously tight and the other reaching to grab for kirishimaâs free hand. âfuck, red, she feels so fucking tight.â
âif- if you think her pussyâs tight, wait till you feel her throat.â kiri panted lowly as he grabbed his boyfriendâs hand over you.
you felt like an object, a plaything, lightheaded and so, so full, almost screaming when they both started to fuck into you at once; they were slightly off pace, both focused on their own pleasure, chasing their highs and smothering you all the while.
kirishimaâs hand slid from your throat to the middle of your chest, a compressing weight that left you truly breathless as his balls practically smacked into you. you did your best to try and suck his cock, really, you did, but it was so difficult when bakugou was bullying your pussy and making you shake and cry out.
kirishima was the first to falter, his hips starting to jerk erratically as your vision blurred from tears of pleasure. âoh fuck yeah, fuck, âm gonna cum-â
âalready? pathetic.â bakugou snapped, only egging kirishima on and making him whine as he tossed his head back and came deep in your throat, making you gag and choke.
he didnât pull out until the thick, heady ropes of his cum were seated on your tongue, taking a step back to let his fat cock slap wetly against his thigh. it was clear, then, that his refractory period was short; he was already at half mast again as he watched bakugou fuck you into the bench, hiking one of your legs up around his waist to get deeper.
you cried out loudly, voice ragged and ruined as bakugouâs thumb returned to your clit.
âcome on pretty girl, lemme feel you cum around my fuckinâ cock first. come on. i know youâre close. i can feel ya squeezinâ me in. shit, baby, fucking cum for me.â
your back arched off the table and your eyes rolled back as you came hard around his cock, your vision going white as you jerked and spasmed on the table. bakugou moaned and dropped his head forward, holding on until the last second when he could pull out and cum all over your twitching cunt, jerking himself off all the way. thick ropes of cum splattered against your skin and made you shiver, all parts of you sensitive.
kirishima, cock still out and hard again, stepped over to swipe his fingers through your pussy and get a taste of yours and bakugouâs cum, groaning deep in his throat as he pressed an almost chaste kiss to bakugouâs cheek. âyou wanna fuck her throat next?â
âfuck yes i do.â
The Sweetest Sylaung
A/N: So I def didnât mean to write a novel long Neteyam smut story but here we are. Debating on making this a mini series. Also the anon that requested a âcurvyâ reader insert- here ya go!(sheâs also an Augustine- buttttt you can only see that if you squint lol)
Word Count: 6k+
Warnings: This is smut. Pure smut. Please donât read if it is not your jam. You are in charge of cultivating your own online experience, youâve been warned!
Pairing: Aged Up! Neteyam x Human!Curvy!Reader
Summary: After an âaccidentalâ romp in the forest, you do your best to avoid Neteyam. Itâs for everyoneâs good, or so youâve convinced yourself.

âIâm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans. Thatâs my manâ- Willow, Taylor Swift
The kaleidoscope of colors explode under your eyes in endless patterns and shapes as you look over the sample of Pandora flora under the heavy duty microscope. This particular piece of the Moons terra had never been discovered before, only blooming at what you estimated to be every ten or so years, under the right monsoon like conditions
At least thatâs what you had discovered so far.
The flower, which sprouted into a berry, and then dissipated into a moss like cluster of microorganisms all within its short life cycle had turned into your passion project. You weâre doing your thesis on it, the last step in getting your Masters.
Youâd gone through schooling on a computer screen, guided by the greatest minds on Earth that had relocated to Pandora. Scientists of all fields who youâd grown up around. None of them had been surprised when youâd picked up botany. Xenobotany to be exact.
It was in your blood.
The desk your at shakes violently- disturbing your precision like focus. Breaking you straight out of your zone.
âUghâ you groan, frustrated, raising your head, eyes narrowing at the culprits.
Spider, Loâak and Kiri freeze like deers in the headlights of your fury. Spiders arm raised, a wad of paper balled up in his hand, aimed to shoot. He lowers it slowly as the weight of your your heavy gaze zeroâs in.
âSorry, cu-â
âI told you guys, if you cant behave to get the fuck outâ You seethe. Your nerves are paper thin anyway. Too much screen time frying your brain something fierce as you focused in on your studies. âIs that not what I said, verbatim?â
âYou need to chill. Youâve been so high strung lately. Come hang out with usâ Loâak suggests smooth and unhelpful. As usual. âWhen was the last time you left the lab?â
You roll your eyes and bite your tongue, trying not to say anything to scalding to the surprisingly sensitive Sully brother. âNo thanks. Iâve gotta focusâ
âMaybe Loâaks rightâ Kiri starts, her face screwing up as she speaks âEywa that sounds wrong. Nevermind, My brother is never right- but you should come hang out with us. Letâs go swimming- the watering hole is over flowing from the stormsâ
The deep sigh through your nose isn't calming, even though you pretend it is. You know they mean well, in the most annoying way. That youâd been buried in books and paperwork in the lab for the past couple months.
Hiding from the outside world within the thick walls of Hellâs Gate.
âCanât. This is important, Kir- but why donât you guys head down there? Its closer to Home Tree and its almost curfew anywayâ two birds, one stone. Its a smart suggestion- but Kiriâs face falls, shoulders sagging and ears lowing. That look had always gotten you-
âI cant today, but maybe tomorrow? The samples are too fresh and I don't want to put them on iceâŚBut I think Max made those Yovo cookie thingsâ Thatâs only half of the truth, but luckily Kiriâs always been understanding.
She grabs your elbow in her long fingers and tugs you along.
The mess hall had seen better days, but the large open space still tends to be the meeting ground for the humans that were allowed to stay and inhabit the moon. With twelve foot tall ceilings and airtight exits and windows that lead out to the Avatar Program training yards. Its a common room of sorts, a place where everyone gathers. For meals, for mismatched Holidays. But mostly for gossip.
I mean, what else is there to do?
Like currently, youâre deeply engrossed in the story that Doctor Martinezâs, Xeno-Zoologist is recounting. All dramatics and dirty intimate details âItâs true, theyâre gonna bring it before Moâat and everythingâ
Heâs talking about Trevino and Eitalâi.
Everyone had heard the whispers, seen the not so subtle signs. The main Radio Tower operator had turned during the resistance, had fought beside Jake and had been allowed to stay on Pandora- better stuck on a foreign planet then thrown in a familiar jail cell. Trevinoâs a cool guy, really.
A cool guy who had been sleeping with a Naâvi woman, apparently. The two had kept it under wraps, really private. No one could pin down how or when it happened,,,but to go to the clanâs Tsahik seeking a mating blessing? Thatâs major.
âYouâre lyingâ you accuse in a gasp as the table breaks into whispers, all wide eyes and shaking heads. âTheyâre going to mate?...How?â
âItâs not like it hasn't happened beforeâ Another scientist chimes in casually. Like itâs a known thing.
Which it kind of is.
Taboo, yes. But not unheard of, more like untalked about.
Humans and the Naâvi of the forest had lived in close quarters since the overthrow of the RDA. Jake, the standing Oloâeyktan, just had a little too much homosapien in him. Yeah, heâd survived the soul transfer and fully inhabited his blue body- but he never quite grew out of his human roots.
It had been hard, lots of politicking and good grace shown on both parts, but somehow, like all biomes in the vast perma green forest, all had learned to live in harmony. Most Omitikaya kept their distance. Very hesitant about the human presence. They had every right to be scared, hostile. Scarred by man and its weapons and its destruction.
Others had been raised in close proximity to Graceâs school. Had become accustomed to the nearly two decade long human presence on Pandora. Curious and accepting.
Youâd heard about interspecies hookups.
Locker room talks that left your ears burning and your heart racing. It usually came from members of the Avatar Program- It tends to set a precedent, when the quote on quote âroyal familyâ of the Omiticaya is a Jarhead and a native woman.
Naâvi are gorgeous, tall and lean but humanoid enough to be familiarâŚyouâre not exactly sure what they see in humans but you know damn well what you guys see in them.
âHow do you think that works? TheâŚphysicality of it all I mean. Trevino doesn't have an Avatar. How do they fuck-â
Youâre not the only one zoning out from the conversation and itâs lewd turn.
You watch Kiri watch Spider and your heart aches for her. What they have is secret, delicate and forbidden. As a woman with high standing in the clan, you knew that her feelings for the boy wouldn't go anywhere. Couldn't.
When they weâre kids, it was cute. Now that they 're both technically adults, it was just plain stupid.
You tell her of the fact, often.
Kiri tells you to stop projecting.
âââ
The Sully Kidâs are always late. Itâs like no matter how hard they try, they cant make curfew. You throw on an Exopack, hurrying them to the fence.
âYeah, yeah okay mom. Take it easyâ Loâak shrugs huffily as you yank hard on his arm. âIâm going, Y/N!â
âNot fast enough you strumbeastâs ass! Youâre gonna get me into trouble, who do you think your dadâs gonna blame when you guys end up back at Home Tree super late again? Norm chewed me out for that shit last time!â You man handle the much taller than you alien.
Kiri and Spider a few leagues in front of you, already at the mouth of the giant fence. Theyâre awkward, not in their usual synched steps. You wonder how much of that conversation earlier had gone to their heads?
Youâre bickering with Loâak, an extremely normal occurrence. He can be a real douche. and had been kind of insufferable lately. You think its nerves about his impending Iknamaya.
So engrossed with getting them on their way home that you don't even notice him until itâs too late.
Neteyam is a skilled hunter, through and through. The youngest in the clan to ever make a kill. Swift and quiet. Beloved.
But around you he feels out of his element. Clunky and awkward, no matter how hard he tries to play it off its like you can see right through him. Its scary and thrilling, sets his stomach alive with butterflies everytime. This is no different.
Showing up to Hellâs Gate to retrieve his siblings was something he had done since he was a child.
Heâd used to bleed hours away playing with them at the scientists fortress, but as he had gotten older and his responsibilities had grown heavier- he had little time for it. Still, when ever his parents would send him out on a one man search party to bring them home, heâd jump at the chance.
At the hope of seeing you.
Youâre arguing with his little brother, trying not to laugh at something he said and Neteyam knows. He knows he shouldn't feel jealous but he just cant help it. Cant help the acidic twist of his insides.
Especially when he chirps out his family's familiar call, letting his presence be known.
And watches that pretty smile fall right off of your face.
âYouâre late, as usualâ His voice has a stern edge. Itâs annoying, the role he has to play. Kiri is a woman grown, Loâak just weeks away from being the same. He doesnt blame them for the way their feathers bristle, almost viscerally.
âAh, big brother you didn't have to come all this way to get usâ Kiri reassures, patting Neteyam on the chest good naturedly. âWe weâre just about to be on our wayâ
Neteyam notices the way you try to look anywhere else but him. It stings because he cant stop looking at you, cant pry his eyes away from your form.
âYou all should start heading back before dad noticesâ Neteyam starts. His father had been busy as of late, harvest season abundant and fruitful this year because of the heavy rain season âIâll catch up, I need to speak with Normâ
âWhat? Dad cant use the coms now, he has to send his messengerâ Loâakâs nose scrunches a little, always questioning. On a normal day it wouldn't affect Neteyam so much, just a normal jab from his snot nosed little brother.
Not today. Not when heâs stretched so thin. Not when you refuse to look at him but are staring at the side of Loâak fat head. It feels wrong, makes his skin heat up to the point that it feels itchy and tight.
âThat's none of your concern. Head back to Home Tree. Nowâ He doesn't normally throw his weight around. But he feels the need to puff up big in front of you âThose are orders. Get out of hereâ
Loâakâs less offended and more surprised. One of his oh so human eyebrows cocks, a sly remark in his throat before he scoffs. âAye, Aye Captain Kiss Ass. Câmon Kiri let's go. See you later Spider, Y/Nâ
He deuces up Spider, gives Y/N a pat on her small shoulder and glares harshly at his brother before he disappears into the thick brush of the jungle.
Kiri wraps her arms around you in a strong hug, muttering about âswimmingâ and âpromisesâ. The small impish smile she shoots Spider gives YOU butterflies so you don't blame the way he swoons, before sheâs off behind her younger brother.
âI can go find Norm for you, bro. I think heâs still out in his Avv, but Max can radio him back inâ Spider is none the wiser. Doesn't notice the heavy tension that simmers on a low bubble. Oblivious, as usual.
âYeah, sureâ Neteyam replies, barely sparing the human boy a glance. Heâd feel bad for it later, when he could form coherent thought. When his brain wasn't on Y/N issued override.
Spider chatters, good natured. He never got to see the Oloâeyktan in training anymore. He missed his homie.
âWell, I should be heading back. You guys have a good rest of your night-â Youâre already turning on your heels when you make the announcement, eager to get back inside. Back behind the safe walls of the lab- far away from Neteyam.
âNoâ
Neteyam who stares at you with all too knowing eyes. He looks straight through you like he can see through your clothes, through your thinly veiled escapism attempts. He reaches out, wraps his long fingers around the top of your arm and tugs you back to him. Gentle, but very firm.
He doesn't have to say it- itâs written all over his face. Not this time. Heâs not going to let you run away from him.
âNetey-â You start in a whine, tugging on his hold. He doesnt relent, if anything his fingers tighten as his eyes narrow. Dangerous, desperate.
âJust talk to meâ itâs a barely concealed plea, his tail twitches anxiously behind him âI'm just asking for five minutes. Please Y/Nâ
Spiders oblivious, yes. Stupid? No. He doesnt know exactly what's going on between the two of you but has clued into the fact that itâs heavy and he wants no part of it.
The excuse he makes is shit- heâll just go find Norm. Yeah⌠heâs so out of there.
âWhat is wrong with you?â You hiss as you watch Spiders awkward, quick retreating form. Eyes flickering over the empty for now training yards âSo much for keeping it lowkey, huh? Could you be anymore obvious?â
âWhatâs wrong with me?â Neteyam is almost shaking with disbelief âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? You havent talked to me in over a month. Everytime I make any kind of attempt you bolt. I dont-â He sighs, pinching the wide bridge of his nose with the hand that isnt holding onto you.
He looks tortured. Tired. Run a little ragged.
Beautiful.
âI don't know what I did? If this is about that day in the forest-â
You sigh at his words, once again pulling on his hold. Shaking your head desperately because you can't.
You can't talk about it. Fuck, youâve been trying not to even think about it.
And failing as you replay the event over and over again the darkness of your bunk. Hyper fixating on the way that his lips had felt against yours. Oh the way that his big hands had worked your body over
âDonâtâ you whisper âPlease donâtâ
Youâd never been one to beg for pity, for mercy but thatâs what you do now. Beg him to let you out of his tight clutches. Metaphorically and physically.
âYouâre all I can think aboutâ It's a gutted admittance, but Neteyam makes it all the same âThat night- I canât sleep. I can barely eat- Iâm falling behind on my duties because I keep coming back here. Standing outside this fence and waiting for you. I know you could hear me over the coms, right?â
And you could, a few weeks or so ago.
When heâd begged you to come out. To come speak to him. His voice so appealing that youâd almost caved. Youâd had to turn off your receiver. Had sat with your head in your hands for hours as you fought the urge to crawl to him, knees raw and your bloody heart on a platter only he could divulge in.
He shuffles closer, all lean strong muscle. Firm, unmovable. âYou heard meâ
âOf course I didâ
âAnd you still left me out hereâ He scoffs, head shaking slightly as his adams apple bobs, his ears are pinned to the sides of his head in obvious distress âI could never do that shit to you.â
âOne of us needs to be the adult in this situationâ Your voice is as strong as you can make it. Trying to speak reason on to both of you âWe can pretend it never happened and go back to the way that things were before. Youâre my friend, Teyâ
You reach up, stroking at his wrist. Trying to soften him enough for him to let this go. Let you go.
Heâs trying to control his breathing, all that training for all of those years for what? One fragile human girl to make him completely unspool? To lose any and all composure heâd worked so hard to gain.
He was always the adult, in all situations. Had been born with a neck cramping crown on his head. Shrouded in pressurized glory.
âIf this is me being childish, so be it. Where has pretending gotten you, huh? Look at you, yawntutsyĂŹp. you look so tired. When was the last time you slept? Kiri says you spend days in the lab without restingâ
His hands, both of them, come up to cup your face. Huge and calloused. Yet he holds you like you're something precious. A small animal, a rare gem. His whole entire world since he was just a boy.
Neteyam thumbs at the cool glass of your mask, tenderly. The bags under your eyes are sunken and bruised. âDonât shut me outâ
Your body, in its entirety, clenches at his words. Velvet and sincere. Heâs a fucking dream. Your head leans into his hands, neck sagging of its own accord as any and all words of protest leave your weak mind.
He makes you so easy.
âLet me inâŚI dont want there to be this distance between us anymoreâ He hisses around the word distance. Hating even having to say it âI want to be inside of you againâ
Your plump lower lip gets skewered between your teeth, eyes screwed shut as you remember the last time. Your first ever time being fullâŚyouâd dreamt of it every night since it had happened.
If it wasn't for the blasted mask and your need for Earthâs oxygen heâd kiss you. Right here right now. He didn't really give a shit who saw or what they had to say.
Instead pulls you into his chest, lets you wind your arms around his lean middle and bury your chest in his diaphragm. Its as close as he can get you, for now. Makes you cling to him the way that heâd clung to every thought of you for the last weeks.
You wish it was lungfuls of his skin that you were taking as you try to bring yourself down from this abrupt shaky high. You dont get it, how your relationship couldve flipped this hard in such a short time.
He had always just been Neteyam. A shameless flirt yes- but thatâs all it was.
âWould you like that?â He questions, hands working through your hair. Fingers light and soothing on your scalp. Massaging the thoughts right out of your head.
âHmm?â
âIf I was inside you again?â He presses on. You can feel the tickle of his long, thin, tail as it wraps around the back of your calf and you groan, digging your nails into his back.
âYouâre such an asshole. Stoppppp itâ Youâre embarrassed and turned on and already feel stupid enough, he doesn't need to rub it in. His chest shakes as he chuckles.
âIâm serious. Tell me you want it-â
âNeteyam! Hey!â
The two of you break apart in an instant. You jump away from him as though struck by lightning. Instantly putting enough distance between you and the Naâvi that maybe, just maybe an onlooker might think that the embrace was friendly.
Itâs Norm, having heard that the eldest Sully was looking for him heâd come eagerly.
The smile you plaster on is forced and honestly, Neteyam doesnt fair any better. Heâs obviously flustered, just glad that his erection isn't tenting his tweng.
âSpider told me you and your dad are looking for me. Iâm not intruding on uh anything, am I?â Norm looks between the two of you.
Your arms are folded tightly over your chest and Neteyam is rubbing at the back of his neck, strong jaw flexing as his teeth grind.
Oh yeah, Norm had definitely interrupted something.
Knows for sure as you scurry away. As Neteyam, always so level headed, has to string together words. Stumbling a little bit as he tries to remember the message that Jake had relayed.
Itâs not any of his business, he thinks at the time. He sure didnt want to be the one to shine the light on whatever the hell was going on here. Turning a blind eye to the mysteries of Pandora is the only way to survive the harshest terrain known to man.
âââ
You dont know that though-
No, youâre spiraling more a little bit as you prepare yourself for bed. Brushing through your thick hair and staring out into space as your mind assaults you with all of the gnarly âWhat Ifâsâ
Norm had seen and he had to know right? Oh god, what if he told Jake?
You balk. Lowering the brush as your eyes bulge out of your head.
What if he told Neytiri?
That's actually a super horrific thought. Like nightmarish. You have a lot of respect for the future Tsahik...
âŚAnd a very healthy does of fear. She didnt like humans and made it known. She tolerated them only for her husband's benefit. What if she found out that her eldest son, her golden boy, had fucked one?
Youâre freak out is interrupted by static, by the beeping of your com receiver on your night stand.
âY/N?â its Neteyams muffled voice through the device. Youâd ignored it once. You should ignore it againâŚ
âYeah?â you wonder if he picks up on how shaky you sound through the receiver.
âTomorrow night meet me at the East Gate. Like when we weâre kidsâ heâs not really asking. Not demanding either. You could ignore him again, but he has to try.
The line goes silent, quiet for minutes on end.
âY/N?â
Youâre so stupid. âWhat time?â
You can hear the grin heâs sporting as he replies â0100â
âGot it, over. Good night, Neteyam. Go to sleepâ
âââ
The East Bay is on the other side of the large fortress-like building. It's not that it's forbidden, or anything. but it is deserted. Itâs where the military personnel had inhabited, and since most if not all of them had gotten the hard boot off Pandora it was empty as a ghost town in these maze like halls.
When you weâre younger; youâd caught Spider sneaking Kiri and Loâak in through the rarely used entrance. Youâd demanded the know how, if he didnt want you to rat on him for it. It was a rare occurrence, but the Sully children had all been snuck into Hellâs Gate this way over the years.
You type in the codes, disabling the alarm system in order to usher Neteyam into the pressurized, air lock. Youâd toted one of the Avatar Exopacks along for him, theyâre heavier then hell but heâd need it.
âHiâ you smile, suddenly shy as the tall Naâvi man stands before you.
That's what he was now. A man, not only in the eyes of his people but as a whole. Broad and muscular, strong. Verile. The next leader of his people. You know that heâs highly desired in his clan. Women fawn over him. Vie for his attention.
It doesnt feel real that he wants to give it to you.
Youâre nothing special. Not tall and stunning like the Omaticaya women. Even by Earthâs standards you're short, curvy. Not particularly pretty. Insecurity gnaws at you, as it so often does.
âCâmereâ Neteyam urges, boldly yanking you by your waist. Pulling you flush against his body. Grabby and insistent, he wants to feel your bare skin. All plush and soft, hes been dying to taste it since the last time.
Kicking himself over and over for not savoring every bit of your body that you gave to him. He won't make the same mistake again.
Heâs not gonna lie, the concrete and metal of the walls inside of Hellâs Gate have always made him a little claustrophobic. But he can't do this outside-
His lips capture yours, demanding and needy from the jump. Big, over powering, he swallows your little chirp of surprise. Devours any and all breath from your lungs. Its messy and so good. You hadn't gotten to kiss him last time.
His mouth tastes amazing, his tongue rough in texture just like you remembered. It grates your lips as you suck on it-
âHey, slow down a little bitâ You giggle as Neteyam paws at your ass, lifting you off the ground until you squirm hard, making him release you âNot here, we can't do this here thereâs cameras everywhereâ
âI don't careâ Neteyam pecks all over your face, trying to recapture your mouth as you avoid him âLet them watch, most of those pervs would like itâ
And they would know that youâre his. The thought is beyond heady.
You gasp as his sharp canines ghost over the delicate skin of your neck, nibbling on your pulse point âPlease- Neteyamâ
You firmly push him away, hand on his chest and maybe if you hadn't cut him off cold turkey he would've given you space. Could've pulled away for a moment to let you say your piece. Instead the idea of letting you pull away even an inch is unbearable to him.
No. instead he tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He hauls loads heavier then you every day, your protests mean little to him. With his free hand he scoops up the Avv Exo Tank,
âWhere to, yawntutsyĂŹp?â
Where too is an old conference room. Its as good as any, and Neteyam yanks a couple cushions off the old couch to act as a brace for your head as he lowers you to the floor, flat on your back.
Youâre so pretty like this, he tells you of the fact.
With your hair a mess behind you, your face free of that damned mask. Grinning up at him as you rub your thighs together. He wishes he had that camera that his dad liked to take pictures on. He wants this moment of you framed, immortalized.
âI hate sky people clothesâ He mutters as he tugs on the hem of your t-shirt. It hides you, hides all that skin he craves.
âYou want me to take it off?â You offer eagerly, raising up enough to start peeling the piece of clothing off. Youâre bare underneath, completely. Your breasts jiggle as theyâre freed, nipples peaked in the cool air-conditioned air.
âDonât ever put it on againâ He demands, taking it from your hands and tossing it across the room. Heâs dead serious, but by the way you're giggling you obviously think its a joke.
He canât help it, he dives in face first. Rubbing against your soft breasts, obsessed with the way they feel. Heavy, pillowy. He drags his tongue across all of your bare skin. From your clavicle to your nipple. You always smell so pretty, but its got nothing on the way you taste. It explodes bright and savory on his tastebuds.
You let him explore, until your spit soaked and shaking. Your panties sticky as your hips search for any kind of friction. âI need youâ
âYou have me, my love. All of meâ your eyes water at his words. At the sincerity. At how much you want them to be true.
You grab one of his hands and drag it down your chest. Past your soft, rounded belly and into your shorts. He grunts as you guide him to where youâre wet and pulsing. Rythmetically clenching around nothing.
He circles your clit, feather light. More of a tease then anything and you want to sob. Youâd thought of nothing but this, touched yourself imagining him. âTey-â
He smiles around a mouthful of nipple,tugging on with his teeth. âI missed you so muchâ
âThen be nice to meâ you plead, trying to shove yourself down on his fingers.
âWeâre being nice now? Were you nice to me when you ignored me?â he can't help it, hurt bleeds into his voice. It had been so fucking painful, knowing that you hadnt wanted to see him. To be with him.
âIâm sorryâ you whine, grabbing his face, pulling it from your bosom. âIâm so sorry. I was so scared- Iâm still scared but I need youâ
He lets you cup his cheeks, lets you plant kisses all over him. The bridge of his nose, his eyelids, his cheekbones. You dote on him, gentle and caring and he gorges himself on your love.
âYou cant ever do that again, okay?â He shivers as you kiss his ear, running your tongue along the hyper sensitive flesh âIf youâre scared you come to me, not run from me. Do you understand?â
You nod, eager. âI promise, Neteyamâ
Itâs all he needs to hear, that youâre his. That you won't deprive him of your presence ever again. He doesn't know what heâll do. Heâs a little scared of the man he becomes when it comes to you, youâre not the only one frightened by the gravity of your feelings.
âYou asked if I wanted you inside me again? Yes. So much. I never knew I could be that fullâ itâs like you know just what to say. You light him up from the inside. His fingers begin circling your sopping clit again, this time with intent.
Itâs blurry, the fact that your lightheaded making it hard to think. To track what heâs doing to you because somehow Neteyam seems to be everywhere at once. His big body all encompassing as he takes you.
âNo-no marks, babyâ You try to remind him and his blazing eyes zero in on you in a glare âyou know we cantâŚnot where they can seeâ
Youâre right, and he hates it. Heâll just have to mark you where only you can see. Where you can look at your self and be reminded that you belong to someone. That you belong to him.
He doesn't have the patience, cant stop his hands from shaking- the tear of your shorts and panties echos around the room as he removes any barriers between him and the heat at the apex of your thighs.
You cant help the thrill it sends down your spine. HeâdâŚripped your panties off. You thought shit like this only existed in bad Earth made Porn that youâd found on one of the labs computers.
âSorry, sorryâ his apology is far from sincere though and you can't help but giggle, patting his braids fondly.
The fingerfucking is rough, your wines and moans spilling from you as he hits spots inside of you that make you want to curl up. Itâs too good. Too much-
You screech, back bowing as he bends to kiss you, loud and sloppy, right on your wet clit. His big head burrows between your thigs as he delves on your cunt, his long rough textured tongue lapping at the fat puffy lips. The texture difference has both of you groaning.
Itâs heartbreakingly good, the kind of good that youâll never be able to forget. That youâll crave and need for the rest of your life. Addictive, as he dedicates himself to making you feel pleasure.
Neteyam eats pussy the same way he does everything else in his life, exceeding any expectations. His instincts sharp as he hones in on how to make you lose your mind.
He keeps telling you how good you taste, breaking away for heaving breaths before he reburries himself. The only sounds in the room are the beyond wet sloshing of his tongue lashing and the pathetic noises your making.
Heâs eating you alive, you donât know how youâre supposed to survive this.
His fingers, two and then three fuck in and out of you. Corkscrewing as he loosens your tightness up for him.
âO-oohâ you whine high and reedy as you feel your tummy tightening, the pressure building in a way that makes you feel like you cant breathe. You cant your hips, shoving them down at that perfect angle âOh, sh-shhhhit. Iâm gonna, Iâm-â
He doubles down and youâre a goner.
The orgasm is devastating. Sofuckinggood you think you might see stars for a minute there. You can't even scream, you keep letting out these little cries that are more like wheezes. A desprate attempt to get some kind of air back in your lungs-
Which reminds you.
Even though youâre in a daze you wiggle away from him, he hisses at you about it but you swat the top of his head as you reach for the Exo Pack.
You shove the mask in his face, between your legs.
âBreathe, Neteyamâ you demand him to gulp down the Pandoran air. Yeah, he could go longer in your environment than you in his but still. Death by giving head isnât the way youâd like him to go out.
He takes long breaths and you try not to be embarrassed by how soaked his chin is.
When he pulls away his eyes are a little more focused âThank you, sweet girl. Always thinking about me, huh?â
You nod, dropping the mask. Closer this time for easier access. His eyes quickly zero back in on your swollen pussy, on how wet he got you. On how pretty it looks. His mouth is watering all over again-
When you try to close your thighs, the burning of your cheeks getting to be too much he hisses again. Itâs not a sound he often makes and itâs a revelation, heâs so sexy. Almost feral.
âWho said Iâm done?â
Youâre never going to be able to get over this man âI already came?...â
âYes? So?â he rolls his eyes, lowering his head, nuzzling at the damp juncture of your inner thigh âYouâre still so tight, here feelâ
His fingers slip back in you and you mewl, baring down as he scissors the long digits.
âWe have to get you loose enough to take me, I donât want to hurt youâ He explains it like you need convincing. Like he has to convince you to let him eat you out. You just re-spread your thighs, relaxing back onto the cool floor as you let him do as he pleases.
It takes two more orgasms that you scream and shake through until he deems that youâre ready. By the time that he begins to slide his cock into you youâre a blubbering, oversensitive mess. Youâre crying rivers of tears as you cling to him.
âHold my hand? Please â You request and he smiles, kissing your tear streaked cheek as he interlaces his longer fingers with yours.
Humans and Naâvi can fuck, but weârnt designed to. His dick is overwhelimgly big and will really injure you if the two of you aren't careful about this.
You both gasp sharply as his tip breaches you.
It hurts, itâs agonizing. Itâs the kind of pleasure pain that you didnt even know could exist. Everytime you think you can adjust, he pushes in another inch. But oh, how you missed it. Being so full it feels like youâre going to burst. Youâre pussy flutters as it fights to take him and you focus in on his face.
Itâs all scrunched up in heavy concentration. His lips speared between his sharp teeth in a way that has them almost bleeding.
You can't have that. You tug him into a kiss, soothing the abused flesh with your tongue.
âI-I dont want to hurt youâ He whimpers as his forehead rests against yours.
âItâs okay, youâre okayâ You hum to him, grasping at his hand even tighter âI love what you do to me. I love how you feelâ
When he bottoms out you think he must be in your ribs. Hes still, letting your body get used to him. Trying to be kind. You want to tell him that thereâs no getting used to his size. That he could fuck you every day for the rest of your lives and he would still feel just as massive.
âPleaseâ you wail instead âpleaseâ
The first gentle snap of his pelvis has you both reeling. Your thighs lock around his thin hips, urging him. You can take it. It only takes a little urging for him to lose himself. The harsh stretch of it has you shaking as your over sensitive pussy tightens. Youâre coming again, less intense the the previous orgasms, thankfully.
Neteyam had been so focused on making you feel good that heâd neglected his hard, weeping cock. His balls are so full that he knows heâs not going to be able to draw this out.
You know you have to look stupid, mouth hanging open as you raggedly gasp for breath, letting out punched out sounds as Neteyam pounds into you. You cant look away from his face though.
Itâs mesmerizing, all of it. The sounds he lets out. The way that his braids sway with the rhythm of his pleasure seeking body. His broad shoulders, bulging biceps and forearms- you are so fucked.
Youâre so in love.
âPlease Y/Nâ He wheezes as you squeeze around him, letting go of your hand so he can wrap both of his arms around your lower back âI canât hold it. W-where should I?â
Oh. Oh, heâs the sweetest man. He always has been.
You peck his lips, not minding that heâs too lost in his own pleasure to really kiss you back
âCome inside me. Come inside me. Come inside meâ itâs a heated chant, broken and breathy by the erratic rhythm of his hips and he buries his head in your neck, wailing in the skin there.
Just for a moment, lost in the haze of sex, you can tell he forgets his own strength. Thrusts into you so hard that you scream out in pain, the mushroom tip of his long cock batters your cervix relentlessly. Its a sharp, startling sensation that youâve never known but you ride it out for him. Desperately trying to keep your whimpers of discomfort at bay.
When he comes, his whole body goes still and ram rod straight. He hugs you tightly to him. You wish you could see his face. Next time, hopefully.
Heâs Neteyam, the mighty warrior. The dutiful son. The next clan leader but as he shakes and twitches and basks in the afterglow you can't help but want to baby him. But stroke his back softly, rubbing the residual tension out of his tired muscles.
Heâs your big olâ pussy cat, youâd always teased. He purrs like one every time youâre affectionate with him.
You canât help but run your hands along his sensitive spine. Let the length of his tail run through the loop of your fingers. He grins and flicks it from side to side. Heâd always thought your fascination with it was amusing.
âAre you okay?â he mutters, still hidden in your hair as he starts to come back to himself and you hum, moving up to pat his braids.
âMmhmmâ youâre maybe not as capable of making words as you though you were. He chuckles and hugs you. Holds you in his big arms in a way that makes you feel untouchable.
The two of you lie in that room for as long as you can, until he has to start heading back to Home Tree, itâs almost morning and his parents are early risers. Theyâll look for him if hes not in his tentâŚ
It's hard. Letting him go. Even though you know heâll be back. You keep pulling him back in for kisses, holding onto his muscular arms until he laughs and peels you off of him.
âIâll be back my love. Iâll always return for youâ
You frown but agree, pushing him away to get re-dressed- âHow am I supposed to go back like this! Neteyam I don't have any pants!â
Heâd shredded your shorts and panties. Literal tatters of cloth are all thatâs left.
Neteyam cracks up, almost keeling over. Thinking heâs oh so funny. It lightens the situation and makes letting him go- watching him disappear back in the forest a little easier.
You end up having to pull your fortunately oversized t-shirt down as far as it can go as you make a mad dash across the facility, back to your dorm. You fall asleep grinning, thinking about how the panties had been a necessary sacrifice.
âââ
Norms on late night watch, keeping a bored, admittedly not sharp enough eye on the security cameraâs feeds. With the rainy season, came an influx of Slinthsâ. It made sense to have a lookout, and somehow heâd gotten saddled with an overnight shift.
Heâd definitely fallen asleep for a few hours. Not that heâd tell anyone of that fact.
There is nothing that could prepare him for what he seeâs on the screen, over in the desolate East Bay. First, he thinks that heâs hallucinating, his sleep bogged eyes playing tricks on him.
He rubs them hard with his knuckles, not believing the image that is large and clear on the security footage.
Itâs Neteyam. Inside the facility which almost never happened. And heâs bending down, his lips locked with Y/Nâs . Kissing her hard and long before she punchâs in the code, and opens the air locked door to let him back out into the shadowy eclipse.
Normâs learned a lot living on this strange moon- Pandora was mysterious. Full of things his brilliant mind would never understand. So he does what he doesâ most of the time.
Minds his own business.
So Iâve had this idea cooking for months, but didnât have the bandwidth to get it written down. The ideas wouldnât translate to page and I still kind of feel like they didnât butttttt whatever. This is pure self indulgence. I am so much more in love with Neteyam now. He is SUCH a good guy. Ugh.
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⥠pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.
⥠word count: 13.3K
⥠rating: mature, 18+, mdni.
⥠genre: fantasy!au, dragon king!au, angst, fluff + smut.
⥠summary: on the twenty-first birthday of katsuki bakugou, an offering is made in his honour as he becomes chief of the dragons. clans usually offer up sacrifices of berries or nuts, salts and fresh catches. but for those of dargonâs blood, their offering is a mateâŚand that mate is you.
⥠warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, ( characters aged up to early twenties ), dark content, dub-con,  heavy!voyeurism, heavy!degredation, slight!misogyny breeding!kink, dacryphilia!kink, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), fingering ( female receiving ), blowjobs, tummy bulges, face slapping, choking, spitting, cumplay, reader is a sexual offering. listen,,, its a lotâŚ
⥠authorâs note(s): HAPPY BAKUGOU DAY <33 i love this man sm :( and i wanted to do somn special for his day so hereâs my contribution to the bakugou birthday bash collab!!! ( my first woo ) hosted by the lovely @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe and @ramen-ramblesâ !! pls go ahead and check out the works from the other creators!! and enjoy <333
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it was tradition in the tribes of barbarians roaming japan, that on the twenty first birthday of the eldest child of the tribe leader cameâ an offering would be made in their honour and the title of chief would be passed down to them. for those of nymph and earth tribes it would be the monthâs harvest of berries and nuts, for those of mer and water tribes it would be fresh salts and the biggest catch they could find⌠and for tribes of dragons and fire it would beâ a mate.
the dragon clans worked differently from most others, with rituals fuelled by the heats of their core and the fire in their spiritsâ their desire. so when the moon came to be at its highest and the eldest child had come of age, the virginity of the most eligible men or women of the tribe was offered up as thanks for the leaderâs hard work.
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