Well Damn, You Ain't Gotta Ask Me Twice 🤪

You know what, hell yeah

being face down ass up and stuck on a werewolf’s knot would really help ease my anxiety

I really need to stop starting new fics to read right before I go into work. I'll sit there my whole shift wondering what's going on and will not focus at all 😂 especially if I left off somewhere 🫠🥰😍🤪😜

All of us Thirsty MotherFuckAAASSSS

Don't mind me, I'm just ascending to Heaven because I've been ✨️ Blessed ✨️

LiSyK: Lesson Two

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Prince!Bakugo, Concubine Reader and Kirishima, World Building, Smut, Oral (M - Receiving), Sharing Cum, Cum Eating, Thigh Riding, Helping Hand Jobs, The start of of angst to come... Word Count: 6.3k.

A/N: This shit is not proofread read at your own peril - Idek if it's good.

'I didn't hurt you?' Kirishima's eyes are trained on your thighs. In his hand is a small parcel of herbs, lavender and verbena with small slices of fresh lemon bound in a hessian sack the size of his palm. Swiping the parcel across your skin, he draws circles on the muscle of your thigh diligently.

Reaching down towards him, you cover his hand with yours stopping his ministrations. 'No. You didn't hurt me.'

'You're sure?' He lifts his eyes to yours, showing you the ponds that linger in his lash line. With the heat of the moment now faded and replaced with the intimacy of the baths, his nerves have returned. He can still feel it, the warmth of your cunt as you came around him, a string of moans leaking from your mouth as he worked to please you. It makes his stomach swoop and his cock pulse, but it isn't any of that he focuses on now. 'You can tell me.'

You curl your body, lifting your other hand to cup his cheek. His skin is rough, the first showings of stubble peaking through his pores. It tickles your skin, itching as you smooth your thumb back and forth. 'You didn't hurt me...' Tilting your head, you smile. 'I could have done a lot worse for my first time... And I guarantee none of them would have washed me afterwards.'

A smile breaks out on Kirishima's face, the pointed edges of his teeth locking together perfectly.

'Can I ask you a question?' Slipping the small parcel of herbs from his hand, you take your turn in washing him. You draw large circles on his shoulder, taking heed to notice how his muscle ripples and relaxes under your touch.

'Of course.'

'It's personal.'

'I've just felt your pleasure around my cock' He raises his eyebrows, a thin blush coating his cheeks. 'I think we're past worrying about personal now. Besides...' Laying his hand over yours, he pauses until he knows you'll hold his eye. 'We belong to each other. There's no such thing as secrets any more.'

His words form a lump in your throat, one that won't budge even as you try to swallow it down. 'Your teeth -.'

Kirishima grimaces.

'I've only ever seen them -.'

That's as far as he lets you get. Hauling a deep breath into his lungs, he lets his eyes fall shut for a moment before baring his soul. 'On pit fighters.'

'Yeah.'

'That's the trade I was born into. Mother was a guard, or so we were told – we were taken as soon as we could be weaned, placed into the camps and trained to fight. It's all we knew until we reached 12...' There are tears in his voice, but they don't slip over his eyelids. Not now. Not any more. This is an old story now, one that has already had more than its fair share of tears. 'I failed the trials, couldn't kill the other boy they had tied at the end of the maze. I let him escape and they sentenced me to the wall. It's only by the fate of the Old Mothers that I was allowed into the service... They taught me, trained me, my brother wasn't as lucky.'

You can feel your heart racing beneath the skin of your wrist. The circles you had been drawing on his skin have stilted, paused you digested his story. The pit was teaming with children, most we're lucky to see teenagedom never mind adulthood. Escaping was unheard of. Shuddering you try not to think of the horrors a young Kirishima must have witnessed, the acts he'd been forced to undertake in order to survive. 'Your brother... He's dead?'

The laugh that leaps from Kirishima's throat shocks you making you jolt, but he lays a hand on your thigh to steady you. 'No...'

Relaxing a little, you begin to clean him again.

He chuckles. 'He's master of the pit these days.'

You gasp, despite yourself and twist to show Kirishima just how wide your eyes have grown. 'The Tetsutetsu is your -.'

'Yes.'

'Come to think of it, you do look -.'

'Almost like twins, yes, but we're not, just full blood siblings. Rare in the pits, but it's true enough.' Twisting Kirishima gives you his chest, allowing your scrubbing of him to go on unhindered as your conversation ebbs. He's given you much to think about, he knows that much. Growing up in the pits had meant a lot of things, getting used to the feeling of blood on his hands, sleeping on cold concrete, but it had also hardened him to rejection. Still, the presence of your hands still working at his collarbones is a promising one.

'Oh.'

You hands lift from him, leaving him cold immediately. The absence of you burns, more than he'd expected, but he steadies himself for the blow all the same. 'I -.'

'I'm sorry.'

Kirishima furrows his brow, the softness of your palm over his heart luring him to an unknown fate. 'Sorry?'

'I've wiped it off... I -.' Panic grips you in a vice. It holds the base of your throat, starving you of oxygen as you attempt to claw back an ounce of cognition. It doesn't work. The world dissolves around you, the phantom pain of a thick strip of bark striking the back of your thighs dulling everything that isn't fear.

'Hey.' Wrapping his hands around your shoulders, Kirishima settles you both into the warm water of the bath. He holds you, pressing you close until your back is pressing against his chest and he can curl himself around you. Your legs tangle in a mess beneath the water, the warmth doing much to sooth the tension growing there. 'It's okay... We don't need them any more. There'll be no punishment. We don't need them any more.'

'Oh,' Realisation settles in your bones. It sinks to your stomach and stirs, grounding you until the noise of your laughter is mixing with Kirishima's and filling the large bathroom.

It’s a new sound, this, laughter. Genuine laughter. Holding back onto Kirishima, you let the noise overtake you and burrow deep. For the first time in a long time, you feel warmth and peace resting in the crevices of your chest; only there’s something more there. Something you’re scared to admit might be love.

Bakugo dresses quickly and alone, pausing only to listen to the laughter that leaks from his adjoining bath rooms. It makes something swell in his chest, something he’s not sure he quite likes. His fingers itch, ribs aching as he thinks about the two of your sharing a moment away from his prying eyes.

That is what he is after all… Isn’t it?

A watcher.

A perverse fool who had just squandered his first night with his whores by doing nothing but staring with his cock in his own hand. His friends would laugh - which is exactly why he has no intention of telling them.

Buttoning his shirt, he affixes his battle medallions to his jacket and shrugs into it to the sound of your joy. He could order you to not laugh without his presence he supposes. Force you not to bond together in a way he can already see that you have. It would be his right as prince to selfishly keep you both.

Except, he won’t. He’s man enough to admit that he quite likes the sound of your laughter as it soaks into his walls. And yet, there’s something inside of him that rues its distance and begs for his inclusion.

The thought annoys him.

Lacing his dress shoes, he regards himself quickly in the mirror before taking his leave, the sound of your joy still chasing at his heels.

The rabbit is delightful, sadly the conversation that comes with it is not.

Bakugo pops the joint of the animals leg and sets about slicing from it the meat. He’d refused to let the kitchen prepare it fully, as usual, preparing the butcher the cooked meat himself.

‘Your father is still refusing to abdicate, I assume?’ Mitsuki smiles, cutting her meal into minuscule chunks. She’d eaten earlier. It was never good to host on an empty stomach, especially when there was information to be learned. Sat at the head of the table she overlooks the entire dinner, eyes scanning each of her guests faces.

Todoroki blinks slow, a small smile stretching his lip. ‘He is. Although, I doubt he’ll be able to put up a fight for much longer.’ He pops a helping of fig into his mouth and chews before offering one to his wife, princess Momo, who takes the fruit from his fork with her teeth. ‘My brother returns from the south tomorrow.’

Mitsuki smiles, eyes shining. She’s had dealings with prince Natsuo before. Mild tempered and fair, if she’d had a daughter, it would have been him she’d court to wed her. But, alas, she had been blessed with Katsuki and so her troubles of finding a suitable match never quite end. ‘Ah. You’ll have him visit when he returns? He could attend the tournament. I’m sure Katsuki here, would love to talk strategy - supposing it comes to that of course.’

Bakugo grunts. A combination of disapproval and the blunt force of being kicked in the shin by his mother. 'I'd be honoured' he drawls.

Todoroki smiles, amusement shining in his eyes. ‘Oh, yes.' Dipping his fork into one of the central pies, he fishes around for a piece of fruit. 'I'm assuming dinner will be provided? The food here is far better than at home and my messengers have said he’s looking a bit thin.’

Turning her attention to the other guests, Mitsuki survey's her collection. It's taken years to establish the connections she has, ensuring that both her son and her kingdom would prosper long after her, but it's only as she sits digging through a tart she has no intention of eating that she truly has time to appreciate how far she has come.

Opposite Prince Todoroki and his wife sits Lord Tenya Iida, a bored looking Countess Ochako Uraraka sitting across from him in turn. Mitsuki had been attempting to broker a marriage between the two for months to no avail. Iida already owed her a favour, if she were to solve his seemingly endless bachelorhood he'd owe her a lot more.

Mitsuki hums, mind whirring.

'Will you be staying in the manor tonight, Sho – Prince Todoroki?' Hanta Sero, smirks, eyebrows raised.

If all of Queen Mitsuki's guests were renowned, she was reluctant to admit that the

miscreant viscount held the most power. She'd tried and failed to set him up, his courtships ending in tears and scandal; since then, she'd given up trying to lead him from his strayed ways.

Ignoring Sero, she sparks conversation with Lord Tenya Iida. ‘I suppose you’ll wish to room with us this evening? It’s a long way back after all and I think Ochako may have some things to discuss with -‘

‘Oh, no, no. No discussions to be had just yet.’ Ochako looks radiant and far younger than her twenty-something years. Her cheeks warm, making her glow as she lets a smile rest against her lips.

‘No.’ Iida has the decency to look embarrassed. The colour runs high in his cheeks spoiling his cool complexion. ‘Uraraka assures me that the answer would still be no should I ask too soon. Although I'm not quite sure what too soon entails.’

Bakugo glances up, eyes narrowed. There's a tightness in Ochako's jaw, one he's sure going to ask her about later when they retire to the smoking room. If she didn't want to marry that old fool, she'd be better off just coming out with it – at least then his mother would leave well enough alone. Shifting in his seat, Bakugo's stomach coils when he feels the toe of a shoe brush against his inner thigh.

'Sorry, old chap.' Sero chuckles. 'Damn my long legs and all that. Guess I got my distances wrong.'

On the opposite side of the table, Todoroki's face flames.

'A woman always knows the right time.' Masaru speaks up at last. His posture is relaxed, but regal. Proper without being stiff. As he speaks he looks to his wife, the stars of their young still twinkling in his eyes.

Mitsuki softens and inclines her head, allowing the King to press his lips to her forehead.

'See...' Ochako sighs, a palm cupping her cheek. 'That is what I want: love. I don't wish to marry for convenience or to broker an alliance, I want to be cherished.'

Iida manages to blanch further.

'Everyone...' Sero locks eyes with Todoroki across the table. 'Deserves to be desired. Wouldn't you agree, Katsuki?' He turns his attention to the prince at the last moment, a grin tugging at his lip making him look positively shit eating.

Bakugo chokes.

'Ah, that's right. You wouldn't know about desire -.'

'You're wrong.' Bakugo snaps. The tips of his ears are burning, the edges of his cheek bones following suit. Yesterday, he wouldn't have had a leg to stand on, would have sat there and endured Sero's teasing like he always had done, but he was no longer yesterday's man. No. Now he had experienced desire as it ate away at him through his stomach. He thinks to you, your parted lips and arced back. Of Kirishima's powerful thighs and gravelled moans.

His pants grow tighter.

'Katsuki has chosen his first concubines.' Mitsuki blinks. 'Inko provided the finest selection we've seen yet.'

'Lucky bastard.' Sero chuckles. 'So...' He leans on the table, elbows creaking as he leers at the prince. 'What're they like? Big -.'

Mitsuki downs her fork. 'I think we both know that is not dinner conversation.' She scolds Sero while still managing to shoot a sympathetic glance at Todoroki's wife who has grown to resemble a freshly-ripened tomato. 'How about desert? We've had the cooks prepare a lovely selection.

'So...' Sero pours a quart of whiskey into a glass and swirls it beneath his nose. He inhales, winks at Todoroki over the rim and then, downs the entire glass whole. He pours another. 'Concubines, huh?'

Bakugo stews. He's reclined in a chair, legs spread wide as he slouches back against the worn leather. 'I thought we were going to discuss Cheek's cold feet.'

'I haven't got cold feet.' Ochako is the only woman in the smoking room. She perches on the writing desk, her skirts hiked up around her knees and the laces on the front of her corset undone. If anyone else were to see her, it would cause a scandal, but the boys have learned the hard way not to attempt to impose the rules of socialite culture onto her. She had argued her way into their little boys club quite thoroughly and they had little choice but to acknowledge her prowess.

'Oh, but you do.' Sero taunts.

'I will take criticism about my courting from anyone in this room, but you.' Ochako glares.

A smile fractures Sero's lips. 'Ah... So you are under the impression that nobody saw you sneak out of Count Toshinori's mannor with that stable boy.'

'I did no such thing!'

From the corner of the room, Todoroki loosens himself from his trance. He had been staring at the Viscount behind, but with his moving, the view is now blocked. 'You did.' Clearning his throat, Todoroki stands. 'I don't see the problem though. Marriages are merely contracts, affairs are common place – expected, even.'

'Whatever helps you sleep at night.' Bakugo chuffs.

'Ah, perfect. Let's discuss Bakugo's new found sex life... Do we get to see these new concubines of yours or are you keeping them hidden away?' Setting back on the desk, Ochako takes the contents of one champagne flute and tips it straight into another, content that the interrogation has now turned on someone else.

'Oh, he has to show us them.' Sero supplies, this time handing Todoroki a too full glass. The other man takes it and attempts not to shiver when their fingers brush.

'He has to show me, yes.' Todoroki sips his drink. 'Not you two.'

Ochako's mouth falls open. 'And why is that?'

'Because we're best friends. We share everything.'

'Not everything.' Sero snorts.

'Can we not.' Bakugo's voice is like gravel when he speaks. He's caught, stuck between fighting the thoughts that threaten to have him stretching his breeches and just giving in. He could dismiss himself, storm back to his rooms and demand the pair of you be brought to him – could demand you open yourself up and allow him to sink into your heat or that Kirishima use his fingers, his mouth.

'Oh, no we have to.' Ochako wiggles her eyebrows. 'You all made me explain in graphic detail when I was first courting.'

Todoroki snorts. 'You weren't courting, you were fucking the general's son and we could all hear you moaning from the garden.'

Throwing up her hands, Ochako sighs. 'Forbid a woman enjoy herself, I swear.'

'We're getting off topic.' Sero slips across the room, his long legs carrying him gracefully to the seat beside Bakugo. He sits, slipping back and folding his leg at the knee. 'Male or female?'

'One of each.' Bakugo scowls.

'Just two.'

'Just two.'

'Both young?'

'Yes.'

'Taught by the mothers?'

'Yes.'

Have you made her cum yet?' Sero's eyes shine, his lips twitching as he feeds of each detail.

The room descends into a hush so quiet Bakugo can hear his own heartbeat thrumming in his ears.

'Him? Given the right treatment, a man's liable to cum on his own stomach with stimulation – have you -.'

Todoroki coughs.

Sero glances to him and shrinks, but quickly returns his attention to a squirming Bakugo. 'Oh, come on. You've had them long enough. Give us something.'

'Of course I've made both of them cum.' Bakugo grinds his teeth. Embarrassment and shame coil in his cut and threaten to make him sick. He didn't even know what your cunt felt like, had only tasted your essence, mixed, as it dried on his own sheets. Should he have had both of you already? So soon.

'Tell us then.' Sero presses.

'I'd rather not.' His hands are shaking, he can feel it. The tremors start in his fingertips and slosh the whiskey in his grip. He breathes, steadies himself. Divulging the inner workings of his rooms makes him feel hot.

'Oh, go on.'

Bakugo breaks.

Downing his fourth whiskey of the night, he slams it against the wooden arm of his chair. 'I've had both of them.' The lie slips off his tongue all too easily. He licks his lips. 'On their knees is my favourite. The woman, she has the most amazing mouth – pretty lips too. I've cum on them more times than I can count.' As he speaks, he pictures it. You, on your knees before him, hands clasped in your lap as you wait. Your tongue hangs over your lips, eyes half closed through arousal as Kirishima brings him to his end. The strings he leaves on your features are messy and indiscriminate, making your skin glow in the low light. He makes Kirishima clean you up with his tongue.

Sero whistles low breaking Bakugo's runaway speech. 'Well that was certainly more detail than I expected.'

'You should have her touch her while you suck her tits...' Ochako snorts into her champagne. 'Might solve those mummy issues you've got.'

'I doesn't work.' Todoroki sighs.

The muscle in Sero's jaw twitches.

Burning, Bakugo snaps. 'Are we done now? Have you satisfied your perversions?'

'Oh, yes.' Ochako chuckles. 'Perversions fully satisfied.'

'Agreed.' Sero agrees. 'Although, I would still very much like to meet them.' He smirks, the edge of his lip kicking up as he refuses to look at anyone, but Bakugo. 'Bring them to the tournament, isn't it tradition to bring a date?'

A gentle, but persistent hand on your shoulder wakes you. You blink. The lights are still extinguished, the hulking visage of your waker blocking out the distant flickering of a candle has it seems to float in the doorway. Sleep clings to you, your limbs heavy as you allow yourself to be sat up and manoeuvred half out of bed.

'We've been called on.' Kirishima's voice is soft, his hands too as he slips the chains of your clothing over your shoulders. He fastens the clasps and smooths the silk before offering his hand.

You take it, almost being hauled to your feet by Kirishima's heft. 'What time is it?'

'Sometime after sundown.'

The maid at the door switches her weight and chews at the inside of her cheek. 'I don't mean to rush, but...' She swallows. 'The lord is not in the brightest of moods. I fear hast might be your best option.'

You nod and shake out the last evidences of sleep in your limbs, you're sure to be just as numb in a few moments, but at least that sensation is a tiredness you can look forward to. 'Lead the way.'

The maid nods, glad to be moving again. She, herself, had been summoned by one of Lord Bakugo's smoking party and she'd had to endure the lashings of his tongue as he demanded to have his whores brought to him. She steals a glance behind her to the beautiful couple following on her trail... At least at the end of this she'd be able to retire to bed.

Reaching Bakugo's rooms, the maid knocks twice on the door and clears her throat. 'My Lord, your concubines -.'

'Let them in.'

With a large step backwards, the maid allows both of you to pass. She lowers her eyes, mouthing a small 'Good luck' under her breath as Kirishima finally pushes the door open.

Bakugo is splayed out on his bed when you enter. His face is flushed and red, his jaw clenched tight, the deep rise and falls of his chest the only evidence of his wakefulness as he glares head long at the ceiling. What you can see of his skin glistens. The high collar of his tunic is open, allowing only a slither of throat to be visible; but its enough to see the gulp he takes before he speaks.

'Service me.' He growls, the noise gravel in the back of his throat. 'On your knees.'

You pause.

So preoccupied had you been staring at the creases of emotion on his face, you had failed to properly assess his state of undress. He's still wearing his tunic, the material covering the entirety of his chest until his navel where it has ridden up, exposing a thick strip of milky flesh. The muscle there twitches, predominant despite the large evening banquet. Letting your eyes roam lower, you lock a gasp in your throat.

The lower half of his body is entirely bare. Strong legs hang limp over the edge of the bed, the muscle there thick and relaxed as he lays still. His cock is hard, standing to attention and dripping. Pre-cum coats his length, providing the skin with a sinful gleam that promises a heavenly taste. It twitches, rose petal head shimmering as another pearl of pre-cum leaks from him.

Matching your movements with Kirishima, you sink to your knees side by side, each of you straddling one of Bakugo's shins. You reach out, a soft palm covering his knee as you gently slip your hand up, up, up to the crease of his thigh.

'Get on with -.' Bakugo's voice breaks. His sour mood evaporates, the heckling of his friends drowned out and quiet as he loses himself to the sensation of you. Although, his demand had been summoned by a curling resentment that had curled in his stomach, now safe behind the walls of his rooms with the two of you beside him all evidences of it have evaporate. The wet muscle of your tongue strokes up the curve of his cock and his words stick in his throat, eye rolling back as he attempts not to embarrass himself.

He was right. Your mouth is pure sin.

And, he thinks it might just be his end.

Hollowing your cheeks, you take him in your mouth a suck. Using the flat of your tongue, you collect every evidence of pre-cum you can and swallow him down, revelling in his taste. You'd been trained for this, given a selection of fruits and ornaments while the other girls had been allowed to practice on the eunuchs – all in an effort to preserve your purity. You had never understood their teasing, or why they took pity on you and your soft wooden stakes, but now... Now it all makes sense.

A moan bubbles up your throat as a heat starts up in your stomach. You can feel your cunt clenching, the faint memory of what the last cock inside of you had felt like. Loosing yourself, you let yourself slip lower down his shaft, nestling his head against the roof of you mouth.

Bakugo thinks he might die.

Even your most subtle movements have him tip-toeing on the edge. His fists bunch white in the sheets, his neck tensed as he forces his head into the mattress. He can feel it, the tell tale pull of his balls, the tension in his groin as he -

Screwing his eyes shut, he prepares an excuse for his eagerness.

But, the excuse isn't needed.

Wrapping two thick fingers around his base, Kirishima squeezes: hard. Unlike his counterpart with your eyes squeezes shut, lost to the musk coating your tongue and the heft of a cock in your mouth for the first time, Kirishima has been watching.

Each twitch of Bakugo's cock, the hitches in his chest and knot forming between his brows - he's seen it all, and more importantly, he knows what it means.

Bakugo whines as his body rebels. With the pleasure dissipating violently across his groin and stomach, he's left panting, trying to reorient himself from the accidental, but welcomed edging. He can still feel the tension in his cock as it twitches, trying to shake its new confines – his head spinning, as a distant fog infects him and threatens to steal all coherent thought. With his hips tilting from the bed, he's forced to push himself up onto his elbows, spurned on by a desperate desire to see.

Kirishima lifts his eyes, letting his gaze settle on Bakugo's. His Lord's eyes are molten, simmering with a desire that ignites his own. Shifting his posture, he lifts his second hand and slips it up the exposed stretch of your back.

The touch makes you shiver, illiciting a sinful moan that struggles to find air around the cock still nestled in your mouth. In response, Bakugo's hips lift, a moan of his own ricochetting around his chest. You choke, forced to take more of him than you had been expecting, but before you can back away, shying from the deeper intrusion Kirishima's hand is skimming higher up your back.

Gripping the base of your neck, Kirishima rubs a calm circle in the flesh of your throat with his thumb before easing you back down onto Bakugo's cock. You obey perfectly under his pressure, swallowing down another inch as he releases you to slip back off over the head before repeating the action. Urging you down again and again, he encourages you to set an aching pace that already has Bakugo's cock kicking against the tight ring his fingers have created around the base.

Still, he keeps his eyes trained on Bakugo, stoking the fire he knows lingering within. His pupils have blown out now, his fists tight in his bedsheets as he tries to fight the urge to give in. With his mouth dropping open, he locks a call of your names behind his lips despite them echoing frantically in his head.

Your throat is full. You can feel him against your tongue, heavy and sweet, slipping down your throat with every swallow. The pace you've set yourself in eager, challenging as you urge more of him inside with each down stroke. A trickle of moans leave your mouth freely, tickling his length and making him leak more. He answers with his own, his pleasure sinking through your skin and creating a heat in your cunt that continues to grow.

Its hard to sit still. Hard to deliver all of this while settling in your own wetness as it begins to drip from your cunt. You long for attention, would beg for it had your mouth not been full and yet, you adhere to your obedience. At least until it's proven impossible.

Bakugo's hips lift from the bed, his cock slipping further down your throat. He hears you choke, hears the muffled sound of your swallowing as you try repeatedly to get your throat to relax. It makes his stomach tight. It makes him want to do it more.

'Don't stop...' Kirishima urges Bakugo's hips back from the bed with a firm stroke of his cock, the newly found friction drawing Bakugo's body after it eagerly. He locks eyes with the prince, his pupils blown to lust. A product of the moans he's drip-fed from your lips, he tries to remain somewhat focused, but its a battle he's losing and quickly. 'She likes it.'

Kirishima's words spark a match inside of Bakugo. The muscles of his stomach tighten, his footing on the floor renewed and then, he's openly fucking up and into your mouth. His thrusts are slopping, almost circular with the pleasure spreading through his hips, but he keeps going. He's not sure he could stop, even if he tried. Your mouth is hot, your throat tight as he feels you struggle to take him – a cacophony of gurgles proving just how deep he is.

It takes a moment, a second of blinding pleasure before he's begging. 'Release me... Let me, I – Want. Want to...'

He doesn't even know where it comes from.

He only knows that it feels right when it trips from his tongue.

'Let me cum: please...'

Releasing his grip around Bakugo's cock, Kirishima uses his grip to shift you backwards – just in time for thick strips of cum to coat your face.

With your tongue laying flat over your lips, you manage to catch some of Bakugo's spend in your mouth. It coats your lips, a deep musk spreading to the back of your throat as you resist the urge to swallow him down. Instead, you wait, letting the final lashes of his spend to cover your skin.

There's a warmth that spreads through your body when you let your eyes flutter open to see him. He's almost sitting up entirely now, his arms behind him, propping him up as his chest heaves. His jaw has dropped open, much like your own and you watch as his tongue licks over his lips. Whether the gesture is an excited tick or an attempt to imagine his own taste from your awaiting mouth, you don't know. A whine bubbles in your throat. It's needy and high pitched, desperate as you try and comprehend the violent pulse in your cunt.

Kirishima feels his pulse jump. His shoulders are tense, heart beating strong, trying to break through his ribs. The scene before him is pure sin, but his distance from it hurts. He watches the moment from the outside, locked beyond the connection of your eyes. Tentatively he reaches up, taking hold of you by the jaw this time. His arm has bent, fingers digging into your flesh as he stalls, waiting to be let in.

Your entire body feels weightless as Kirishima once again begins to guide you. His touch turns your head and before you can really comprehend what is going to come next: he's kissing you. The wet of his tongue grazes yours, collecting the cum that had puddled there.

He moans with the taste. He can't help it. Everything Bakugo spreads through his mouth and he's forced to kiss you deeper to earn more.

You dissolve together, lost with hands that reach for each other and a rise of moans shared in your throats.

Bakugo groans. He can already feel his cock, exhausted and attempting to harden again. Cum dribbles down his thighs, his head a mess of you and Kirishima and a million sins. Still, under it all, he can feel the faint twist of jealousy flare. Your tongue slips into Kirishima's mouth, a transfer of white – of him – evident on your lips and yet, Bakugo still has to fight the urge to reduce himself to his knees. To be between you. Now that, that is what he truly wants.

Cracking an eye open, Kirishima only has to peer at Bakugo for a moment before a plan forms. He stands, slowly, leading you with kisses until he can position himself behind you. From there, he makes you bend, encouraging you lower and lower until you're straddling Bakugo's thigh.

The muscle of Bakugo's thigh is thick, a perfect perch as you wait for Kirishima's hand to reach it's resting place. It does so at the small of your back. His thumb draws an absent circle in your skin, a gentle note of approval and then, he's pressing down, down, down. Your hips are forced forward, your cunt dragging along the tension of Bakugo's leg. You whine, arm shooting out immediately to steady yourself.

Once you realise what you've done, you freeze.

Bakugo's lips have parted. His eyebrows lifted into his hairline.

Your fingers flex against the rounded muscle of his shoulder.

Unperturbed, Kirishima still moves your hips. A thumb digging into your hip shoves you back, scraping your clit right across quickly dampening flesh. Your cunt gushes, slick coating your ride as you lose yourself to the rhythm set by your companion. The promise of pleasure keeps you going, despite your faux-par. Already you can feel the familiar build in your stomach. It tightens, spreading until you can feel the beginning of the end near...

You moan, head thrown back as you continue to use your Lord to please yourself.

Bakugo's dizzy.

His cock hardened so fast he thought he might faint. If the feel of your cunt across his thigh feels this divine, he's not sure he would last if you were to sit on his cock. Tensing his thigh, he delights in the soft mewls it gifts him.

He did that, he thinks.

He pleased you.

Made you moan.

Writhe.

And yet, he glances at Kirishima.

Lifting your hand from his shoulder, he takes you by the wrist and encourages you to take hold of Kirishima's cock. He's hard, too. He'd be worried if he wasn't with the performance you're currently laying out. Beneath the fabric of his cloth, he looks improbably huge. There's a stain on the silk, a darkening that betrays the want pooling in his stomach.

Kirishima gasps when you take hold of him. His eyes snap to his cock, watching as your hand, wrapped in Bakugo's begin to stroke him. The pace set is aching, a slow start that increases to nothing short of feverish.

He wonders if this is how Bakugo likes to be touched. Heavy and hurried, with a soft turn of his wrist that has Kirishima almost seeing stars. He's not going to last long, not like this. 'I'm -.' He croaks, but already you've beaten him to it. Your grip around him tightens, drawing his attention back to you.

The tension in Bakugo's leg has formed an almost too perfect ridge for you to rut against. The muscle catches your clit sending sparks of paradise through your body. Reaching your limit, you let your eyes roll back – the strain as welcome as the release that bursts inside of you. Your whole body shudders, an endless parade of pleasure running rampant through you that is only prolonged by Kirishima's continued manipulations of your body. You can feel both of them staring at you, feel their eyes glued to your body as you ride out the end of your high.

It's in the moments after that Kirishima loses. You can feel it, the jump of his cock, so familiar as he groans into his orgasm. Cum bursts from him in thick ropes, an endless spray that soaks both you and most of Bakugo's thigh. He pants, chest heaving as you both release him and let him breathe.

The air is hot, filled with nothing, but the steady breaths and absent whines as you come down from your highs. Yet, despite Kirishima's cum still being warm against your skin and your slick still dripping down Bakugo's shins, it's Bakugo who collapses first. He tilts back, body bowing until he bounces softly against his sheets.

Once again, there's a storm alive in his chest, but the comfort of this moment steals it's sharp edge. His eyes flutter shut, head already clouding. 'The baths...' He mumbles. 'Bathe... If you wish.' The conversation of earlier repeats on him, circling like a carrion crow in his mind. It is a shame, he thinks as he feels you lift from him. He misses the sensation already. The warmth of Kirishima's body beside him already making him want to reach out and draw him back to the bed. A shame to hide you two from the world, to hoard you as he wants.

You deserve to be shown off. To shine.

And seeing the look of jealousy on the viscounts face wouldn't be too bad either.

Maybe even Todoroki will feel envy.

He should.

Bakugo sighs. 'The tournament tomorrow.'

Kirishima freezes.

'Both of you will attend. I wish to show the kingdom my finest possessions.'

His blood runs cold. 'Yes, my Lord.'

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Soooo I dunno if ur up for it but can we get a continuation of the baby fever thing where tsu'tey and s/o adopt spider but now it's in the future kinda like pre avatar 2 where spider is a teenager. Nothing angsty I just wanna read how Tsu'tey teaches spider things and spider calls him dad and spider finally getting that family love (I would literally die for this little boy I- *explodes*)

this is called having no self control btw! this was meant to be a 500 word drabble lol, but since you all love dad!tsu'tey so much, here we go!

continuation of baby fever

part one

pairing: tsu'tey x human fem reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none!

tags: fluff, dad!tsu'tey, adopted spider, pregnancy mention

"Dad, you're drawing them on crooked!" Spider complains, leaning away from his hands.

Tsu'tey frowns, looking down at his work. "They are not crooked."

"They are! Look!"

The stripes that Tsu'tey has painted onto Spider's fragile human skin upon his insistence do not looked crooked to Tsu'tey's eye, but he squints closer at them anyway.

"They look fine to me, maitan." He says with a sigh, dipping his fingers back into the paint dye and finishing up on the last stripe he had been working on. "Look at my stripes - they are not perfectly even."

Spider grumbles, but goes quiet as he darts a look at Tsu'tey's stripes. Seeing proof that Tsu'tey's stripes are not perfectly symmetrical seems to be enough to soothe him, at least for the moment.

When the kelku entrance rustles, Tsu'tey does not need to turn around to know that it's you. He knows you by the sound of your footsteps and the way your hands coast so softly over the broad expanse of his shoulders.

"Hello, boys," You murmur, leaning in to press a kiss to Tsu'tey's cheek. His ears twitch happily, and you move back to avoid getting hit with one, "Oh, Spider. The stripes again? That stuff is so hard to wash off-"

"That's the point, ma." He says, craning his head around to look at you. "I want it to last. I'm faster when I've got the stripes."

"Finished." Tsu'tey murmurs, clasping his son's shoulder before pushing himself to his feet.

Spider stands too, and Tsu'tey looks down at him thoughtfully. The stripes are a little jagged, though there's no way that Tsu'tey will ever admit that. More than anything, his attention catches on how grown Spider has become. He is still small, only reaching Tsu'tey's navel, but he has grown taller than you. His shoulders have broadened, growing thick with muscle from his long days running and playing with Na'vi children. It has always been more difficult for him to keep up, but the result of his tenacity is the impressively defined musculature at such a young age.

"We are going fishing, yawntutsyìp." Tsu'tey says to you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "We will be back soon."

"I'll catch you a big one, ma." Spider adds, pushing masked face into your neck in a hug before bouncing away.

"Did you see!" Spider is still enthusing about his catch the whole walk back to the village.

"I saw." Tsu'tey confirms. The woven basket with their catch is slung over his shoulder, and a content sort of smirk is playing around his mouth as he watches Spider bounce over the tree roots.

"It was huge, and I nearly missed it but then I managed to hit it right as it darted out from behind those big rocks-"

"It was very impressive." Tsu'tey intones, reaching out to ruffle at Spider's hair.

Spider is still grinning, flying high on the success of his mini hunt. "I told you that the stripes made me faster!"

Tsu'tey lets out a rumbly sort of laugh, letting his hand drop from the top of Spider's head to the back of his neck and letting it rest there. His son is growing older, becoming a man, and yet he is still so small under Tsu'tey's hands. He feels a flare of vicious protectiveness deep in his chest, but that's nothing new.

"It was a very good catch, maitan." He murmurs, squeezing lightly at Spider's shoulders.

Spider looks down at his feet as he skips over another exposed tree root. "Do you think I'll be a good hunter?"

Tsu'tey tilts his head, and catches at Spider's bicep as he slips on moss. Once he is sure that he's stable on his feet, he releases his arm and pats him on the back.

"Yes. You have a good teacher." He bares his teeth at Spider in a grin, and gets a little smile in return. "But even if your talents do not lie in hunting, that will be okay. No matter what your skills are, I will be proud of you, my boy."

Spider's cheeks redden, but he smiles back all the same. The corners of his eyes crinkle just like yours do, and Tsu'tey's heart swells at the similarity between the two of you. His precious little family.

When they enter the village, you're waiting by one of the cookfires. You're fiddling with a couple of beads, and Tsu'tey recognises that you're weaving together a hair decoration.

"Yawntu," Tsu'tey calls as he approaches with Spider at his hip. "Look at what our son caught."

Spider takes the basket from him and bounds forward, grinning wide behind his mask as he proffers it at you. You make a big show of oohing and ahhing as you look into the basket, looking very impressed indeed.

"What big fish," You say. "These could feed the whole village for days!"

It had taken Tsu'tey quite some time to learn how to read the body language of Sky People, but even he can see how pleased Spider is. If he had a tail, it would be swishing wildly.

"I'm gonna go show Lo'ak." Spider says with a grin. "He couldn't catch anything yesterday! Jake isn't as good a teacher, I guess."

"Spider." You scold, giving him a look.

"Go, show Lo'ak." Tsu'tey encourages. "Make sure that Jakesully sees too. Show him that my son is a fine hunter."

"Tsu'tey!" You chide, delivering a smack to his thigh.

Spider just laughs, before taking the woven basket and running with it deeper into the village towards the Sully's kelku. Tsu'tey watches him go, before turning to you with a smug little grin.

"Ma'yawntutsyìp," He murmurs, leaning forward and pressing his forehead into yours. "He did well. He is growing skilled."

You cup the back of his head with one hand, scratch at his head with your little fingers. He lets his eyes slide shut lazily as he enjoys the feeling of your warm body so close to his after a hunt. He drops his head further into the cradle between your shoulder and neck and nuzzles there.

"I do not like him hanging around with Jakesully's children," He murmurs, his voice muffled in your throat. "There are many other children in the village."

"Oh stop," You mumble, your fingers massaging at his scalp, "They’re good kids."

"Neteyam is like Neytiri. Sensible." He grunts into your skin. "But Lo’ak is like Jakesully. He will get Spider into trouble."

"Oh, Tsu'tey." You sigh in that way you usually do when you think he's being dense. "They're both good kids. Besides, he's not really going to show Lo'ak anyway. He's going to show Kiri."

His brow furrows. "Kiri? She has no interest in fishing."

You sigh again, although this time you seem a little more amused. "I seem to remember you showing off your fishing skills to me when we were younger, hm?"

"That was different," He says dismissively. "I was courting you. That was my way of expressing interest, of showing you that I am strong."

"Mhm." You say, as though you're waiting for something.

Slowly, Tsu'tey raises his head from where it's buried in your shoulder and squints at you. He's not sure if he's following what you're suggesting.

"You do not think this is the same?" He asks, frowning. "Spider is- he is too young. He cannot be thinking of mating yet-"

"Oh, he isn't." You interrupt with a quick shake of your head. "It's a little crush, love. It's sweet."

But Tsu'tey is frowning, his mind overactive. "Does she- how does Kiri feel? If she does not share his feelings, he will be so disappointed-"

"He isn't going to be proposing anytime soon, relax."

"He needs someone who will value him-"

"Tsu'tey."

He falls quiet, looking into your eyes with a thoughtful little frown. You're looking right back at him, mouth quirked.

"He's a teenager with a crush. Let him be." You murmur, stroking a thumb over one of his pointed ears and making him shiver.

Tsu'tey just grumbles. "He has not told me about a crush."

"Well, I'm sure he will," You say simply. "He's a teenage boy. He's going to be shy about it."

Tsu'tey huffs, and looks down at his hands with a scowl. The thought of his small human boy developing feelings for someone who may not return them makes him feel shifty and aggravated – how is he supposed to protect him from such a thing? It will hurt him so much, and there is nothing that Tsu'tey can do to stop it.

"Stop overthinking." You mutter, nudging against his bicep with your shoulder as you finish tying the hair decoration together. "For all you know, Kiri likes him too and is just shy about it."

Tsu'tey grunts. The thought of Spider, such a small and weak little thing, having his feelings at the mercy of Jakesully's daughter makes him feel a little as though he's losing his mind.

"Hey."

When you nudge him again, he turns to you fully. The beaded hair decoration in your hands is finished, all red beads and golden yellow feathers. You hold it up, eyes bright.

"I made this for you." You say, holding it out for him.

Tsu'tey's stern expression softens, and he ducks his head closer to you. "For me? Will you put it on, yawntu?"

Your sweet little face is so bright as you shuffle forward and reach up for his face. Tsu'tey watches you carefully, reaching out to lay his hands against your waist as you wind the beaded decoration around a small section of braids just behind his ear.

"So handsome." You coo at him when it's tucked neatly behind his ear.

Tsu'tey smiles, satisfied. "Thank you."

You sit back and then nestle into him. He opens his arms and accepts you into his side easily, resting his chin over the top of your head contently.

"Our son will be a good hunter." He says, pressing a kiss to the curve of your shoulder. "And a good brother."

His hand lands on the curve of your belly, his thumb smoothing over the swell of it beneath your woven top. You lean into his touch, sighing happily as his other hand massages at the base of your spine.

"I know," You say simply, making a soft noise when he leans down to cup below your belly with his hands, lifting some of the weight up. "You've taught him well."

Pride swells in his chest, and he purrs softly as he presses his face into your neck again. You smell so sweet and comforting, and he inhales contently against your skin.

His small son has grown so strong, and his little mate fits so perfectly into his arms, no matter how large your belly has swollen. His family is so small and weak; he holds you close as his chest rumbles, pleased that he's large and strong enough to protect you all.

Honestly I be grabbing my man's back during sex cause the muscles just flexing like 🫠🤪

Map of Stars

Aged up!Neteyam x Mate!Reader  [Word count: 1.6k]

Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, Back praise, unnecessary words bc y/n is smitten fr, body worship, implied smut, size kink if you squint, overstimulation [This goes without saying, minors dni]

You like holding onto Neteyam whether on his shoulders, around his waist, his toned arms, but most especially his back.  You loved how his lean back presses against you, tight muscles flexing every now and then, never failing to jostle the fluttering feeling in your stomach. Neteyam however, was oblivious to your growing affinity towards his back.  He’s the sharpest warrior there is.  He knows when a sturmbeest would appear at a certain hotspot.  He knows where the fresh fruits are.  But  this?  This,  he does not know. Not that he would care. If anything, he'd be more than flattered, that even the simplest things on him you would find endearing.  He certainly notices your behavior around him when those feelings resurface though.  He loves how your ears would suddenly turn downwards, slowly turning leaning more into the purple spectrum, indicating that you were flustered.  Your tail would suddenly start swishing a bit faster, its end becoming more and more noticeable as it moves unconsciously.  

So, when Neteyam saw you doing it once when he was helping his brother remove the saddles from the ikran, he was set on finding out which particular part of him makes you all putty in his presence.  First, he tried pinning it on his arms.  He has trained for years, effortlessly making it a routine to do various hand exercises to improve his aim, practicing weaving with his sisters, and lifting supplies for the clan, making his biceps more toned, making it one of the first things the women in the clan would coo at. He has tried  showing off to you countless times, purposely shooting better at practice when you were around, making sure that you were seeing his taut muscles as he pulled his arm backwards to aim.  At dinnertime, he would reach from behind you, making his forearm slightly graze your shoulder.  To no avail, you would only smile at him endearingly, face slightly reddening from the contact, but it’s definitely not the reaction he was trying to find.  

Neteyam loves everything  about you.  But he was just a man.  He wants to see you melt before him, baring your everything at him.  He longs to witness you offer yourself as his and his only.  

Neteyam never considered himself as a selfish person.  Growing up he has only known to give and sacrifice for his siblings, dedicating his whole being to please his parents, the people around him, always aiming to prove himself as the future olo’eyktan.  But as his pupils rapidly enlarged at the sight of you squirming beneath him, your three fingered hands raking along his back, your eyes hooded with overwhelming arousal, all he can think of is to take take take.  

“Neteyam–!  Slow down–ah!” you pleaded, eyes slowly rolling back at the feeling of his muscles flex beneath your fingertips.  You didn’t even realize you were crying until your mate swiped a stray tear on your cheek, dipping towards you to rub his nose against your left cheek, his hand stroking your queue, making you arch your back, meeting his chest halfway.  As if to add fuel to fire, he tugged at his queue, forming tsaheylu between you, burying you in massive waves of emotion.  Love.  Desire.  Lust.  Fondness.  Worship.  Ardor.  Everything came to you in a roller, making you quiver at the feeling, chanting out his name so loud some might mistake it for a ritual,  a sacrament of lascivious want for your mate’s back.  

You were too swamped with pleasure your hands have fallen on the mats, gripping at nothing as Neteyam thrusted at you faster and faster, never getting tired of maneuvering his hips forward and backwards, pulling back until only his tip was inside of you, then moving oh so deep back into you, giving you endless jolts of pleasure.  You rolled your hips upwards to try and match his pace, only proving to you that you can’t catch up to his tempo as he outruns you by digging his member brisker into you.  He groans at your ear, slipping from his  positioned palms, almost failing to stop himself from falling flat into you, his elbows acting as cushion from his unexpected collapse from too much delectation.  From the new angle, he catches your lower lip between his teeth, playfully biting it then smashes his lips against yours, deepening it with a delve of his tongue on yours.  He moans as you reciprocate by licking against his tongue, decelerating his thrusts to match how slowly he detaches mouth from yours, a string of saliva appearing from between you.  

It was endlessly torturous as it was tremendously pleasing to you, that he would go  from slow to fast then rapid to sluggish, continuously building the impending knot in your stomach.  “Oh my Eywa–!  Neteyam-” you exclaim as he once again consumes you by plunging into you harder rhythmically.  He grabs your hand, guiding it on his back as he rammed into you.  You whine in realization as he makes you scour through his rear muscles, feeling them twitch at your hand’s mercy, experimentally pressing through the plush of them with Neteyam muttering a curse as he impossibly quickened his pace.  You were seeing stars when he gave you three of his hardest thrusts, your arms pulling him closer to  you, making him nestle against the dip of your collar.  You sob against his shoulder as you feel yourself let go, your slick covering the entirety of his member.  

“Hahh–”  He breathes, his warmth seeping through, filling you with his seed, never stopping his languid thrusts, his eyes almost went black when he sees himself inside you, his shaft plunging inside you lazily, a dent on your stomach visible.  You pull his head into you, kissing him with wild abandon.  This takes you back to  your first night as mates.  You were on his back, being carried by him to the tree of  souls  after you hurt your ankle out of sheer excitement when the day he would choose you has come.  Your courting was well known in the village.  The people knew that the two of you have loved each other for a long long time.  

That night was also the reason why you have come to love the way his back would dip into a perfect semi-arch that leads to the most alluring tail you have ever seen.   The way his back pressed into your chest, firm muscles shifting every now  and then, it was so so attractive.  So when your beloved pulled out from you, you could not help but pull him closer to you, only you shifted him onto his stomach, your eyes seemingly forming into hearts as they lay gaze on his freckled back, the bluest stripes adorning it.  Your eyes droop into a mesmerized look, thinking just how beautiful Neteyam is.  You could be presented with every eligible man in the whole world but not one of them would hold a candle to your Neteyam.  

Neteyam shifted his neck slightly to see what you were up to, chest slightly heaving at the exhaustion starting to seep through.  He was about to ask what was  wrong when his eyes  widened in realization.  You were practically melting his back into a  puddle with how lovingly your amber eyes were stuck onto him.  

“I see,” he chuckles, voice slightly raspy.  He folds his arms beneath his head, acting as a pillow to make himself comfortable, knowing how much time you will spend giving his back attention.  Yawne does that very well, in his opinion.  You gently put open mouthed kisses on his back, a beautiful map of stars that you have come to love, giving each bioluminescent freckle attention, doing your best to remember which spots struck the most reaction.  Neteyam jutted his hips onto the flooring after you suckled on a certain area of his back just a few  centimeters away from his tail.  Eywa, he exclaimed.  You started working your way up, licking him from the dip of his spine, moaning obscenely as you did it, your hips rocking against his tail, its incessant flickering creating a friction against your womanhood.  

A  familiar buildup has Neteyam breathe a sigh, groaning as he feels your wetness against his back, your nose nuzzling against his braids.  You kneaded the knots on his back, eyes rolling back at the feel of his muscles rippling against your palms, tearing a loud moan from you as your mind blanked out for almost a minute with how unexpected your release came.  Neteyam gasped your name as he himself let go of the tightening in him, releasing a sputter of his semen against the ground, his right hand shakily reaching behind him almost tangling with the connected queues, and finally came in contact with your sex as he massaged through the bundle of nerves, helping you through your  release.  You squirted against his back, making your breath hitch when you felt his left hand rub your bottom against him, stroking it in a circular motion.

“Neteyam, I love you–!”  You scream, continuing to whimper his name, "Neteyam, Neteyam Neteyam—Haah.." your voice fades as you run out of breath from overstimulation, tickling his ears as you did so. 

As soon  as he felt your heartbeat slow down, he shifted onto his back to guide you into a cuddling position.  Deciding how close he needed you, he lifted you up to put you quite literally on him, an appreciative sigh coming from you.  You pressed a kiss on his cheek, then went back to nuzzle against his neck, mumbling an i love you, so so much my mate.  It was not too long until your soft snores reached his ears.  He chuckles at the sight, his arms wounding around your waist, his tail protectively wrapping itself around your thigh, with yours unconsciously doing the same to him.  He smirked at his new discovery, the cogs inside him starting to run through ideas where he can exploit this to tease you, perhaps score another passionate night with you, as the two of you go beyond your experiences, showering each other with love and intense desire.

You and Bakugou in your early forties, happily married, successful people but haven't touched one another in a sexually intimate way in years from being too tired and busy.

Until he realizes he's been neglecting you and makes you feel like a virgin all over again

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Chapters Year 4: Chapter 1: The Quidditch World Cup finale | Chapter 2: Nice Slytherins | Chapter 3: Well-mannered friends | Chapter 4: The tri-wizard tournament | Chapter 5: The first task | Chapter 6: Christmas is in the air | Chapter 7: 12 Grimmauld Place | Chapter 8: Friends? Friends | Chapter 9: Something fishy | Chapter 10: The greatest nightmare

Chapters Year 5: Chapter 11: Home not so sweet home | Chapter 12: Innocent defiance | Chapter 13: An eventful summer | Chapter 14: A DE in the DA | Chapter 15: Like hot coals | Chapter 16: Mother knows best | Chapter 17: Exploding hippogriffs | Chapter 18: I’m on her side | Chapter 19: The Department of Mysteries | Chapter 20: Just like the lot of them

Chapters Year 6: Chapter 21: Bliss | Chapter 22: Protection | Chapter 23: The Greatest Gift | Chapter 24: Popcorn, sandalwood, and tulips | Chapter 25: Floating snails | Chapter 26: Heavy heart, truthful words | Chapter 27: Teddy | Chapter 28: Without you, my heart doesn’t know peace Chapter 29: Sectumsempra | Chapter 30: The Battle of the Astronomy Tower

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Pairing: Neteyam x reader

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Summary: Neteyam gets advice from his grandmother, has a brotherly bonding moment with Lo’ak and sulks about not being able to see you before he then meets an old friend at the asking of his mother. You get your wires crossed and deal with being sad

Warnings: none, very fluffy with Neteyam and fam with a lil angst for you (just being sad)

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N:  A lot to say sorry!

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Aaghhh we're an asshole, he tried so hard 😭

a part 2 for terrible liar? maybe some sibling reactions, neytiri and jake reactions, tsireya reactions .. perhaps jake and tonowari making a deal??

a/n: Now that I read this again, I kinda forgot Neytiri, but there u go hun!

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Terrible liar (pt. 2)

includes: quality time, kissing, cuddling, teasing, bonding, fluff, jake being the typical 'you'll have my daughter home at 8'-dad

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It had come to everyone's attention that you and Ao'nung started to spend even more time with each other and that at least a little amount of his mocking and pestering seemed to have found an end.

Some time had passed since the two of you had talked everything out. More and more you joined Ao'nungs family for dinner and the news were spreading rapidly; the chief's son had found a mate.

"I still can't believe it. You got yourself a man." Kiri shook her head in disbelief.

"Not just any man, but the future clan leader." Neteyam corrected prouldy while patting your shoulder.

Lo'ak only make choking sounds, he still didn't trust Ao'nung completely, even though he tried his best to befriend his family as well, even if it was only for Tsireya.

"Does that mean you will marry Ao'nung and have a family with him?" Tuk asked innocently, to which Lo'ak gagging sounds only intensified.

You blushed at the thought of that and shrugged, unable to hide your smile.

"Probably one day. But we're not even mated, so maybe when he's through with his iknimaya, in some years."

Neteyam smiled at you proudly. He was sure you'd be a good tsahik for the metkayina clan one day.

"Don't you think it's going a bit fast?" Kiri asked as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Mom and dad had Neteyam one year after meeting each other. You don't have to be a genius to calculate this" you answered, so she just agreed and nodded.

"I'm bored..." Tuk suddenly complained, tugging at your hair strands gently to get more attention.

Just as you wanted to speak up you heard Ao'nungs voice echo through the air. He stood at the entrance of the marui, peeking his head in.

"Would a round of hide and seek help? I could show you the best places, noone will ever find you there."

All of your siblings, including you, turned your heads around to face him.

A wide smile appeared on your face as you saw him, so you got up and greeted him with a peck on his cheek and a loose arm around his waist.

"Not even Neteyam?" Tuk's eyes widened in excitement.

"Not even Neteyam."

You felt your heart getting all warm and your stomach tingled. It was the first time Ao'nung had actively seeked out your family to spend time with them too. After all, they were a part of his life now as well.

Tuk jumped in excitement, begging you and your brothers to join. Since it would be a nice bonding activity you agreed, hoping to see him and your family having fun together.

"Well, what are we waiting for?"

Before you could even finish the sentence, your youngest sister cheered and jumped, running out of the marui as quickly as she could.

Neteyam joined right away, even Lo'ak was somehow up for this and joined. Kiri rolled her eyes a bit before following everyone outside.

"You'll get 30 seconds to hide, then (Y/N) and I come to find you all, how about that?"

Ao'nung gave you a smile which already gave away that he was up to something. Nonetheless, he started counting and everybody started to spread, looking for a place to hide.

Once your siblings were out of range, the young man stopped counting and pulled you closer by your waist, only to spread a few kisses along your jaw and cheek.

"Mmh, I've missed you all day..." he purred, his hands roamed your body carefully. This alone covered your entire being in goosebumps while your tail whipped at his touch.

"Don't tell me you wanted to play hide and seek to have me all for yourself?"  As he pressed a few more kisses onto your jaw you could practically feel him smirk against your skin.

"Am I not allowed to spend some time with my girlfriend after a hard day of training?"

All you could do was giggle as he pulled you closer and kissed down to your neck as if he was love-starved.

"Hey, no hickeys!" you hissed giggling once his teeth met your skin, leading you to push him off gently.

"I know, your father's gonna kill you" he sighed, not letting go of you so easily.

"No, he's gonna kill you, my love."

Ao'nung shamelessly continued to spread kisses on your neck, carefully sucking and nipping at your skin, until you noticed someone approaching and watching you. Speaking of the devil.

"Ao'nung-"

"Calm down, I'm careful."

"I know but-"

"Just relax and enjoy, hmm?"

You tried to push him off once more but the guy only pulled you closer, caging you in his embrace even more.

"Care to explain what you're doing with my daughter?" your father's voice emerged from behind your boyfriend, who turned around at the sound instantly, blinking with his eyes wide open in surprise.

It took a while for him to finally say something.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sully."

He brought up all the courage he had to look into Jakes eyes. After all, he couldn't be worse than his mother, he thought, still embarrassed that he had caught him kissing you like this.

"There are rules in this house, even for you."

Jake towered him with his chest puffed and the most serious face.

"Yes, I understand."

"Dad, please." you growled in english, hoping he wouldn't be too harsh on your boyfriend. If you weren't there, he would've lectured him where he stood, but because of your presence he decided to let it slip just this once.

"We're gonna have a talk about this later, baby girl."

"Sure..." you reached out to Ao'nungs hand and dragged him with you carefully.

While you were looking for your siblings together, Ao'nung finally found his voice again. "I heard him talk to my father this morning."

Confusion laced your expression. What could his dad probably have to say to yours? Ao'nungs eyes scanned through the surroundings, but it seemed as if you were all alone.

"They talked about us, saying something about a deal."

"A deal?" you repeated with furrowed eyebrows.

"Mhm. Can't say much of what exactly they talked about though. But I'd rather have our fathers talk about us than our mothers." You could only agree to that. The thought of Neytiri and Ronal interacting was never really pleasant.

While you kept walking around to find your siblings, Ao'nung suddenly stopped you and looked around. Both of you had pathed away from the village and into the mangroves.

That smug grin he always wore with pride returned before he trapped you in between a sturdy mangrove root and himself.

"But they won't annoy us here."

Once more, you felt his lips capture the skin of your neck. He let his mouth travel over your neck and up your jawbone again while his arms sneaked around your waist.

Many times, when training got frustrating, exhausting or just annoying in general, exchanging little touches and kisses with you helped him to calm down and maintain sanity.

He sighed against your shoulder while his hands roamed over your back.

"Once I'm done with my iknimaya-", a few more kisses up to your temples followed, "I'll get my own marui. With you." The thought of sharing a home with him felt pleasantly warm. It excited you almost.

"That sounds lovely, Ao'nung."

"Say my name again~" he purred into your ear before gently nipping at it.

To others, it probably seemed like this was something erotic, the kisses, touches and the way he loved how you said his name, but sometimes he just needed all of this for his ego.

Both arms wrapped around his neck as you leaned in on him, wetting your lips once. He couldn't help but groan softly when his name rolled off your tongue so perfectly, his eyes fell shut at the sound of your voice.

It filled him with pride to hear you whispering his name like a prayer to Eywa. His entire body was covered in goosebumps and he shuddered ever so lightly.

"Okay, this is stupid, please let me get out of here before I have to witness my sister getting impregnated." you suddenly heard Kiri call out from behind a tree. She revealed herself and started to walk back to the village.

Immediately pushing Ao'nung away gently, you felt your cheeks starting to burn.

"What? No, I- we weren't-! y-you're not gonna tell dad, are you?"

Kiri actually considered it for a moment since she still wasn't too sure about Ao'nung. He had mocked the Sullys for quite a while.

"I might."

You wanted to run after her and stop her, but Ao'nung just grinned and held you in his arms.

"Go ahead. And while you're at it, why don't you tell him about Rotxo?"

Your sister froze right where she stood. Her intense stare was deadly, but Ao'nung wasn't impressed at all. He was way too informed.

"Would be a shame if we would bave to tell him-"

"Alright fine!" Kiri quickly stomped back to the village, trying to hide her embarrassed face.

"So, where were we?"

~~~~~

"It's always a pleasure to have you here." Tonowari said smiling as you and Ao'nung entered his family's marui.

You couldn't help but copy his expression. His parents always took you in so friendly, the thought of them being a part of your life too filled your heart with joy.

"Actually we just came to pick this up" Ao'nung made his way over to his mat and grabbed a woven basket filled with fruits, berries, herbs and a few handy utensils along with some selfmade lucky charms.

Tsireya also just came back to the marui together with her mother and greeted you with a short hug as you still stood by the entrance.

"When are you moving in?" she joked with a smile. It was true that you joined them for dinner or just in general almost daily. She loved to see her brother warming up a bit, he seemed to grow up.

She had noticed very early on that Ao'nung treated you different than anyone else, he behaved unlike anytime before. When he had tried to hate you, she could read from his eyes how much he liked you already.

Even if you and her brother weren't mated or married, she already saw you as a family member she could chat with, braid each other's hair and dive through the reefs. Sometimes Ao'nung was almost jealous of having to share you with his sister.

"How about you move in with Lo'ak in our marui and I take your place here?" you whispered into her ear, watching her blush. She couldn't help but giggle shyly at the thought of that, so she changed the topic quickly.

"Are you joining us for dinner?" She asked kindly, to which you nodded.

"We just wanted to bring this to her family-" but before your boyfriend could end his sentence, his father spoke up.

"Ao'nung, you will do that alone. I'm sure Jake would like to have a talk with you, from man to man."

Ao'nung only gave you an insecure look, lips pursed.

"You got this. I believe in you."

He huffed at your words before you pecked his cheek, stroking over his back a few times.

Tonowari and Ronal were not as strict as your parents when it came to physical contact between the two of you.

In fact, they actually adored watching the love you felt for each other blossom with every touch, kiss or hug. This side of their son was new to them as well, yet they highly appreciated how he had changed since he opened up to you.

Praying to Eywa that everything would work out fine, you followed him with your eyes.

"My dear, why don't you sit and dine with us? Tell us about your day."

Tonowari said ever so friendly, offering you a place to sit down.

~~~~~

It was getting late already, but it was nothing new for you to get home after the eclipse. As you returned to your family, Ao'nung was still with them. The atmosphere was not as relaxed as the one around you with his family.

"I'm back." you said quickly before scanning the room. Your siblings had a hard time not bursting out laughing at the sight of you.

"Sit." Jake ordered harshly, and you did, wondering why. Had Ao'nung done something wrong?

Your boyfriend turned his face towards you slowly, the look on his face was pretty similar to your father's one.

"Hello, (Y/N). Good to see you."

Your eyes widened as you finally understood what was going on.

Ao'nung spoke in english.

The few things you had taught him absolutely did not mean what he thought they did.

"See, I tried to impress your family with the bit of english I learned from you. Instead I told them that I stink and that I'm an idiot. Thank you very much, (Y/N)."

"He told mom that he's an ugly fish lip and called dad a pussy." Neteyam cried out laughing, wiping the tears from his eyes.

As hard as you tried, you bit back a grin, but seeing Ao'nungs stupid face stare at you in anger didn't help at all.

You couldn't help but apologize quietly while holding your laughter back.

"I better get back home." he growled in annoyance, still being pissed and embarrassed. With that he got up from the ground and gave your parents and siblings a quick nod.

"Good night, Mr. Sully, Mrs. Sully.

Good night guys."

He was an impressively fast learner, his pronunciation was very good as well.

As he made his way out the marui you got up and followed him out, grabbing his hand just before he could stomp off.

"Wait, please-"

"You probably had the nicest evening with my family while I sat here with yours, saying stupid things all night long. I wanted to show them my respect so that they accept me and you don't get into trouble!" he hissed as you were out of range, away from your marui.

"Ao'nung please, I'm sorry. I never thought you would remember this anyway... but you kind of deserved that back then."

A sigh left his lips. He couldn't be too mad at you for long.

Closing the distance between you and him, you pulled him into a hug, giving him a sweet apologetic look.

"I'm truly sorry, Ao'nung..." you repeated, tracing over his back gently.

"You'll pay for this, you know that."

His words sent shivers down your spine, followed by his hands which attacked your sides with ferocious tickles.

It only lasted for a few seconds before he looked deeply into your eyes, falling love all over again.

"I have to get up early for training. I should go to sleep."

You frowned a bit at his statement, not wanting him to leave just yet, but you definitely understood that he needed his sleep.

"Take care of yourself, alright?"

Aonung approved with a nod before he closed the space between you and him, giving you a loving kiss that made your heart flutter. And again, he surprised you with how fast he hearned english.

"i love you."

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